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beanghostprincess · 1 year ago

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Just imagine trans man sanji adoring and worshiping his beautiful trans girl usopp. Calling her usopp darling and giving her desserts and treats. Braiding her hair with flowers and vines. Every time she wears a new outfit he swoons.

During her transition he would compliment her. pointing out her soft shin, thicker hair and her fuller eyelashes. He would also admire other developing features (he tries to be subtle but he's terrible at it ) He becomes so infatuated with her that he ignores Nami and Robin.

Robin thinks it's sweet how he treats his girlfriend like a goddess but Nami is kinda pissed that she doesn't get desserts or fancy drinks from him anymore or at least she's not the first person to get it. He tries to go shopping with her and the girls. He carries her bags and offers to buy anything she wants. He low key be annoying the fuck out of Nami, she just wants one day with just the girls

Every time she compliments him sanji just falls in love again. After a mission or arc when they meet back up. Sanji will just run to her with open arms just missing her presence. He also starts fights with Zoro (he also be beating the shit out of Brooke when he questions her about her panties ) every time he looks or talks to usopp, God forbid he compliments her.

She also enjoys his company, tho sometimes he's a lot. She enjoys the down time. Her favorite thing to do is self care. cutting his hair, trimming his beard fixing his eyebrows. He loves giving her a facial and mani pedis. Both relaxing and gender affirming. She thinks it's funny how head over heels for her. She can't help but laugh every time he falls over himself running in for an embrace. She also kinda takes advantage of it as well. She bats an eyelash, twirls her dress and she has a new barrel of gunpowder and a new sun hat.

Okay, so this concept makes me go utterly insane. Thank you for the food, anon. I'm literally going wild right now. They're the cutest most beautiful and romantic thing I have ever witnessed.

When Usopp comes out to the crew, anxious they won't accept her, Sanji instantly relates to everything she says. Because of course, she explains how she feels first. Like she doesn't belong in her own body and how she wishes to be different- Not to be treated that differently. But just... Different. Like she's lying to herself and others. And it's the first time she doesn't want to live inside of a lie. So, yeah, she explains everything to them and Sanji already kind of knows where she's going with this because he relates to all of this. Of course, everyone accepts her right away and Nami and Robin are the happiest they've ever been to have one more girl in the crew (I think they already sort of knew? It's not hard to know when Usopp already spent all the time with them and always asked to be included in their typical ""girl"" things).

They are already dating when Usopp comes out, and... Well, you know how Sanji is with women. He goes kind of, sort of insane. This is actually hilarious because Usopp was highly worried (she has her valid reasons to be worried, tbh) Sanji wouldn't take it well. Even if he's trans too, his views on gender are a bit... Let's call it complex. But Sanji is just-- Lovestruck. It changes his life forever. He already treated Usopp like the most perfect person in the world but now she's his queen. His goddess. His princess. Sanji becomes even more of a malewife than he already is.

The hearts in his eyes? The heart-shaped smoke? His constant yelling of "Mellorine! Mellorine! Mellorine!"? He becomes even more annoying. And even if Usopp is calmer when it comes to these things, she's enjoying every second of it. The fact that he's treating her the same exact way he treats all women makes her gender euphoria go insane. This is the perfect way to validate her gender, tbh.

One Piece characters are actually so lucky to have Ivankov in their lives because they just need to make a lil call and they are there helping trans people out! So, yeah, they call Ivankov because it's the easiest way to transition. Quick path. Easy solution. Ivankov we love you. And I can only imagine the crew (Robin calls Sabo who calls Ivankov and for the sake of my ASL and revolutionary brain I need Sabo and Koala to come along too just to be with Luffy and Robin in the background) waiting outside in the deck while Ivankov and Usopp talk together inside the ship. Sanji is foaming at the mouth. He's running around the deck. Pacing back and forth. Probably having a heart attack from the anticipation. He's so not ready. And Chopper is already prepared to take care of him if he has a stroke.

Okay, so Usopp comes out of the room. And she's- Okay, she hasn't changed that much. Her body is a bit slimmer but she still has muscles, she doesn't have the biggest boobs (that would be super uncomfortable for her job as a sharpshooter, honestly) but she has, and Sanji notices (because we love him but we all know that's the first thing he would stare at. Don't lie. Don't say he wouldn't. He would). She has longer eyelashes, a more noticeable collarbone, softer hair... (Gotta mention that I highly think she would not want a bottom surgery because having a penis seems to be the easiest most effective way to live. No period and you can pee more easily. Like, be honest with me. Look me in the eyes and tell me Usopp wouldn't keep that out of efficiency). She's holding back her tears when she meets with everyone (Ivankov being the proudest queen in the world right now) and the crew doesn't wait a single second. They quickly approach her, look at her, and support her. She's crying and she's just- She's so happy. She feels complete. And Sanji stays behind for a few seconds because he needs a moment to take everything in. He literally can't believe that's his girlfriend. Usopp hasn't even changed much, tbh, she just... She looks happier. Like herself. Sanji is still trying to process everything when she approaches him, a bit shy but teasing him (knowing how he's feeling, kind of). She says something like "Do you like it? I didn't want Ivan to change my body much but-"

"I love you." He's so serious about this it's almost scary.

"Uh- Wha-"

"I love you. You have- You have no idea." And Sanji just decides to kiss her right there in front of everyone because, for him, Usopp is the only person right now in the world.

When they separate, Usopp smiles widely, and that is what makes Sanji have the worst nosebleed of his life. Thank God Chopper was prepared for this.

They were clingy before, alright. So now it's- It's unbearable to be around them. Everyone thinks they're cute but God, Zoro, and Nami can't fucking stand the sight of them. Not because they are not happy, it's just that they're so fucking loud and don't care who sees them being cheesy. Nami misses her girlfriend Vivi, c'mon, a bit of respect. And Zoro has Luffy and he's equally as clingy, ngl, he just hates Sanji being even more annoying now.

But they're the happiest they've ever been.

The worst time is when they have to go to sleep because Usopp wants to go with the girls because their room is, quite honestly, way better than the boys' room. It smells better. It's tidy. It's cute. It's calm. And Usopp sleeps so peacefully there... But Sanji keeps pulling her into hugs and kisses when she says she wants to go to sleep because he can't stand the thought of not sleeping with her anymore. And she also misses his presence at night, don't get her wrong! She loves cuddling with him! But sometimes her love for Sanji isn't as strong as her love for the lavender scent the girls' room has. But, yeah, saying goodbye before going to sleep feels like torture for both and they spend an hour kissing and being clingy with each other before going to sleep. If they do other NSFW stuff in a private room before that, I leave it to your imagination.

When Sanji wakes up earlier than the others, he makes breakfast for everyone but Usopp's plate is always treated with more love and way more heart-shaped fruits and ingredients. Sometimes they're decorated with flowers, too. Sanji even creates new dishes and calls them by Usopp's names. He even makes a cocktail called Sogequeen (Sogequeen sounds cool af, you can't deny that). They're the clingiest during the day. Sanji pulls her into kisses and hugs her every time he can no matter what she's doing. She does the same, always kissing his cheek when he brings food to her while she's working. Sanji literally yells how much he loves her from the other side of the ship when more than an hour passes by. He goes shopping with the girls only to carry her bags. He is literally lovestruck when he sees her fighting and whenever she's in danger he doesn't hesitate to beat the shit out of anyone who touches her.

Like, we all agree that if Sanji already goes insane when somebody hurts Usopp, them being established and also Usopp being a girl would make Sanji go fucking batshit, right? Like- If a villain hurts his girlfriend, they'll probably end up fucking dead. There's no way you can survive Sanji's attack after that. And after beating that person up he quickly goes to his girlfriend to check if she's okay. And the other way around, too! If Sanji has to fight against a girl and he can't hit her, Usopp is there for him to do it instead. And he hypes her up so much!! Like yeah!! That's my girlfriend right there!!!

Whenever a fight ends, Sanji quickly goes to Usopp to hug her. Every moment they are not together, Sanji dies a little. Dude is down bad.

Even Nami is jealous because she doesn't have the same treatment Usopp gets. She liked being the most spoiled one!! Usopp won't stop bragging about her privileges, though, always manipulating Sanji a lil bit to get more attention from him. And he loves it, honestly. Every time Usopp looks at him, he has a heart attack and thanks the gods for sending an angel like Usopp to him.

Then, Whole Cake Island happens. And Usopp isn't there because she refuses to go and see Sanji getting married to somebody else, so she asks Luffy to please bring him back to her. Zoro is a huge support for her when they're in Wano and Usopp has to wait for Sanji to come back to them, surprisingly enough. Zoro and Usopp being besties my beloved! Anyway, WCI happens. Sanji comes back to them. The first fucking thing Sanji does when they see each other is asking Usopp if she wants to marry him when they finish their fight against Kido. If they survive this, he's marrying her no matter what.

I didn't want to make this long but I'm obsessed with this concept, honestly. Sanji's love for women makes me ill (in a good way) and the way he loves his girlfriend Usopp and supports her makes me go insane too. God, they're so so so so sweet. Perfect for each other.

#THANK YOU FOR THIS ANON YOU CHANGED MY LIFE #they're literally perfect together #gonna cry #black leg sanji #usopp #transmasc sanji #transfem usopp #sanuso #one piece

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terezis · 5 years ago

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Remember how Bella had some weird midlife crisis in new moon about growing old while Edward stayed looking young yeah that’s Taako

wait

initially i was thinking that he’s stressed about kravitz not aging but you know what i think would bother him way, way more???

growing old while lup stays young forever

bad enough that they no longer share the same pretty face, but what about in a century? two??? what about when taako’s an old man??? lup’s not finding any grey hairs. lup’s not getting all wrinkly like an old grape. she stopped aging when she became a reaper. lup looks the same as she did on the starblaster.

what happens when they go out to lunch and someone mistakes taako for lup’s father? for her grandfather??? he’d straight-up rather die.

i think there’s probably a moment during this midlife crisis where he starts avoiding her a little, like, ditching plans they made months ago because they’ll have to be seen together in public and obviously everyone is going to notice that taako, interplanar hero a hundred times over, taako, you know, that taako, from tv??? his sister drank from the fountain of youth, but taako’s got laugh lines

easy solution though: lup starts sympathy aging with her brother. kravitz too!!! not barry, though. by this point barry’s looked fifty-something for like five hundred years. he’s kind of excited that he and lup will finally match

they’re still fit to fight necromancers, like their bodies are constructs gifted to them by the raven queen and they don’t give themselves fuckin’, fantasy arthritis, but cosmetics are not a problem!!!

taako still kinda hates it but now he hates it less. taako demands they go abuse the senior discount at fantasy ihop. he’s going to become the crotchety old man he was always meant to be

#he was always kind of a crotchety old man in spirit and now?#gods forbid the day he actually becomes one and starts to embrace it #Anonymous #taz tag

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neil-gaiman · 3 years ago

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How Did you come up with the first eve in the story about adams wives? I haven’t been able to find anything about her after I read it and I want to know if she’s an actual biblical character or just someone you made

She's from the Midrash. I learned about her as a 12 year old, from my barmitzvah teacher. There was a point in there, long after I'd put her into Sandman, where I was starting to think I'd imagined her, when I ran across her in Robert Graves's Hebrew Myths....

Excerpt from: The Hebrew Myths by Robert Graves and Raphael Patai (New York: Doubleday, 1964), pp 65-69

Chapter 10: Adam's Helpmeets

(a) Having decided to give Adam a helpmeet lest he should be alone of his kind, God put him into a deep sleep, removed one of his ribs, formed it into a woman, and closed up the wound, Adam awoke and said: 'This being shall be named "Woman", because she has been taken out of man. A man and a woman shall be one flesh.' The title he gave her was Eve, 'the Mother of All Living''. [1]

(b) Some say that God created man and woman in His own image on the Sixth Day, giving them charge over the world; [2] but that Eve did not yet exist. Now, God had set Adam to name every beast, bird and other living thing. When they passed before him in pairs, male and female, Adam-being already like a twenty-year-old man-felt jealous of their loves, and though he tried coupling with each female in turn, found no satisfaction in the act. He therefore cried: 'Every creature but I has a proper mate', and prayed God would remedy this injustice. [3]

(c) God then formed Lilith, the first woman, just as He had formed Adam, except that He used filth and sediment instead of pure dust. From Adam's union with this demoness, and with another like her named Naamah, Tubal Cain's sister, sprang Asmodeus and innumerable demons that still plague mankind. Many generations later, Lilith and Naamah came to Solomon's judgement seat, disguised as harlots of Jerusalem'. [4]

(d) Adam and Lilith never found peace together; for when he wished to lie with her, she took offence at the recumbent posture he demanded. 'Why must I lie beneath you?' she asked. 'I also was made from dust, and am therefore your equal.' Because Adam tried to compel her obedience by force, Lilith, in a rage, uttered the magic name of God, rose into the air and left him.

Adam complained to God: 'I have been deserted by my helpmeet' God at once sent the angels Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof to fetch Lilith back. They found her beside the Red Sea, a region abounding in lascivious demons, to whom she bore lilim at the rate of more than one hundred a day. 'Return to Adam without delay,' the angels said, `or we will drown you!' Lilith asked: `How can I return to Adam and live like an honest housewife, after my stay beside the Red Sea?? 'It will be death to refuse!' they answered. `How can I die,' Lilith asked again, `when God has ordered me to take charge of all newborn children: boys up to the eighth day of life, that of circumcision; girls up to the twentieth day. None the less, if ever I see your three names or likenesses displayed in an amulet above a newborn child, I promise to spare it.' To this they agreed; but God punished Lilith by making one hundred of her demon children perish daily; [5] and if she could not destroy a human infant, because of the angelic amulet, she would spitefully turn against her own. [6]

(e) Some say that Lilith ruled as queen in Zmargad, and again in Sheba; and was the demoness who destroyed job's sons. [7] Yet she escaped the curse of death which overtook Adam, since they had parted long before the Fall. Lilith and Naamah not only strangle infants but also seduce dreaming men, any one of whom, sleeping alone, may become their victim. [8]

(f) Undismayed by His failure to give Adam a suitable helpmeet, God tried again, and let him watch while he built up a woman's anatomy: using bones, tissues, muscles, blood and glandular secretions, then covering the whole with skin and adding tufts of hair in places. The sight caused Adam such disgust that even when this woman, the First Eve, stood there in her full beauty, he felt an invincible repugnance. God knew that He had failed once more, and took the First Eve away. Where she went, nobody knows for certain. [9]

(g) God tried a third time, and acted more circumspectly. Having taken a rib from Adam's side in his sleep, He formed it into a woman; then plaited her hair and adorned her, like a bride, with twenty-four pieces of jewellery, before waking him. Adam was entranced. [10]

(h) Some say that God created Eve not from Adam's rib, but from a tail ending in a sting which had been part of his body. God cut this off, and the stump-now a useless coccyx-is still carried by Adam's descendants. [11]

(i) Others say that God's original thought had been to create two human beings, male and female; but instead He designed a single one with a male face looking forward, and a female face looking back. Again He changed His mind, removed Adam's backward-looking face, and built a woman's body for it. [12]

(j) Still others hold that Adam was originally created as an androgyne of male and female bodies joined back to back. Since this posture made locomotion difficult, and conversation awkward, God divided the androgyne and gave each half a new rear. These separate beings He placed in Eden, forbidding them to couple. [13]

Notes on sources:

1. Genesis II. 18-25; III. 20.

2. Genesis I. 26-28.

3. Gen. Rab. 17.4; B. Yebamot 632.

4. Yalqut Reubeni ad. Gen. II. 21; IV. 8.

5. Alpha Beta diBen Sira, 47; Gaster, MGWJ, 29 (1880), 553 ff.

6. Num. Rab. 16.25.

7. Targum ad job 1. 15.

8. B. Shabbat 151b; Ginzberg, LJ, V. 147-48.

9. Gen. Rab. 158, 163-64; Mid. Abkir 133, 135; Abot diR. Nathan 24; B. Sanhedrin 39a.

10. Gen. II. 21-22; Gen. Rab. 161.

11. Gen. Rab. 134; B. Erubin 18a.

12. B. Erubin 18a.

13. Gen. Rab. 55; Lev. Rab. 14.1: Abot diR. Nathan 1.8; B. Berakhot 61a; B. Erubin 18a; Tanhuma Tazri'a 1; Yalchut Gen. 20; Tanh. Buber iii.33; Mid. Tehillim 139, 529.

Authors’ Comments on the Myth:

1. The tradition that man's first sexual intercourse was with animals, not women, may be due to the widely spread practice of bestiality among herdsmen of the Middle East, which is still condoned by custom, although figuring three times in the Pentateuch as a capital crime. In the Akkadian Gilgamesh Epic, Enkidu is said to have lived with gazelles and jostled other wild beasts at the watering place, until civilized by Aruru's priestess. Having enjoyed her embraces for six days and seven nights, he wished to rejoin the wild beasts but, to his surprise, they fled from him. Enkidu then knew that he had gained understanding, and the priestess said: 'Thou art wise, Enkidu, like unto a godl'

2. Primeval man was held by the Babylonians to have been androgynous. Thus the Gilgamesh Epic gives Enkidu androgynous features: `the hair of his head like a woman's, with locks that sprout like those of Nisaba, the Grain-goddess.' The Hebrew tradition evidently derives from Greek sources, because both terms used in a Tannaitic midrash to describe the bisexual Adam are Greek: androgynos, 'man-woman', and diprosopon, 'twofaced'. Philo of Alexandria, the Hellenistic philosopher and commentator on the Bible, contemporary with Jesus, held that man was at first bisexual; so did the Gnostics. This belief is clearly borrowed from Plato. Yet the myth of two bodies placed back to back may well have been founded on observation of Siamese twins, which are sometimes joined in this awkward manner. The two-faced Adam appears to be a fancy derived from coins or statues of Janus, the Roman New Year god.

3. Divergences between the Creation myths of Genesis r and n, which allow Lilith to be presumed as Adam's first mate, result from a careless weaving together of an early Judaean and a late priestly tradition. The older version contains the rib incident. Lilith typifies the Anath-worshipping Canaanite women, who were permitted pre-nuptial promiscuity. Time after time the prophets denounced Israelite women for following Canaanite practices; at first, apparently, with the priests' approval-since their habit of dedicating to God the fees thus earned is expressly forbidden in Deuteronomy xxIII. I8. Lilith's flight to the Red Sea recalls the ancient Hebrew view that water attracts demons. 'Tortured and rebellious demons' also found safe harbourage in Egypt. Thus Asmodeus, who had strangled Sarah's first six husbands, fled 'to the uttermost parts of Egypt' (Tobit viii. 3), when Tobias burned the heart and liver of a fish on their wedding night.

4. Lilith's bargain with the angels has its ritual counterpart in an apotropaic rite once performed in many Jewish communities. To protect the newborn child against Lilith-and especially a male, until he could be permanently safeguarded by circumcision-a ring was drawn with natron, or charcoal, on the wall of the birthroom, and inside it were written the words: 'Adam and Eve. Out, Lilith!' Also the names Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof (meanings uncertain) were inscribed on the door. If Lilith nevertheless succeeded in approaching the child and fondling him, he would laugh in his sleep. To avert danger, it was held wise to strike the sleeping child's lips with one finger-whereupon Lilith would vanish.

5. 'Lilith' is usually derived from the Babylonian-Assyrian word lilitu, ,a female demon, or wind-spirit'-one of a triad mentioned in Babylonian spells. But she appears earlier as 'Lillake' on a 2000 B.G. Sumerian tablet from Ur containing the tale of Gilgamesh and the Willow Tree. There she is a demoness dwelling in the trunk of a willow-tree tended by the Goddess Inanna (Anath) on the banks of the Euphrates. Popular Hebrew etymology seems to have derived 'Lilith' from layil, 'night'; and she therefore often appears as a hairy night-monster, as she also does in Arabian folklore. Solomon suspected the Queen of Sheba of being Lilith, because she had hairy legs. His judgement on the two harlots is recorded in I Kings III. 16 ff. According to Isaiah xxxiv. I4-I5, Lilith dwells among the desolate ruins in the Edomite Desert where satyrs (se'ir), reems, pelicans, owls, jackals, ostriches, arrow-snakes and kites keep her company.

6. Lilith's children are called lilim. In the Targum Yerushalmi, the priestly blessing of Numbers vi. 26 becomes: 'The Lord bless thee in all thy doings, and preserve thee from the Lilim!' The fourth-century A.D. commentator Hieronymus identified Lilith with the Greek Lamia, a Libyan queen deserted by Zeus, whom his wife Hera robbed of her children. She took revenge by robbing other women of theirs.

7. The Lamiae, who seduced sleeping men, sucked their blood and ate their flesh, as Lilith and her fellow-demonesses did, were also known as Empusae, 'forcers-in'; or Mormolyceia, 'frightening wolves'; and described as 'Children of Hecate'. A Hellenistic relief shows a naked Lamia straddling a traveller asleep on his back. It is characteristic of civilizations where women are treated as chattels that they must adopt the recumbent posture during intercourse, which Lilith refused. That Greek witches who worshipped Hecate favoured the superior posture, we know from Apuleius; and it occurs in early Sumerian representations of the sexual act, though not in the Hittite. Malinowski writes that Melanesian girls ridicule what they call `the missionary position', which demands that they should lie passive and recumbent.

8. Naamah, 'pleasant', is explained as meaning that 'the demoness sang pleasant songs to idols'. Zmargad suggest smaragdos, the semi-precious aquamarine; and may therefore be her submarine dwelling. A demon named Smaragos occurs in the Homeric Epigrams.

9. Eve's creation by God from Adam's rib-a myth establishing male supremacy and disguising Eve's divinity-lacks parallels in Mediterranean or early Middle-Eastern myth. The story perhaps derives iconotropically from an ancient relief, or painting, which showed the naked Goddess Anath poised in the air, watching her lover Mot murder his twin Aliyan; Mot (mistaken by the mythographer for Yahweh) was driving a curved dagger under Aliyan's fifth rib, not removing a sixth one. The familiar story is helped by a hidden pun on tsela, the Hebrew for 'rib': Eve, though designed to be Adam's helpmeet, proved to be a tsela, a 'stumbling', or 'misfortune'. Eve's formation from Adam's tail is an even more damaging myth; perhaps suggested by the birth of a child with a vestigial tail instead of a coccyx-a not infrequent occurrence.

10. The story of Lilith's escape to the East and of Adam's subsequent marriage to Eve may, however, record an early historical incident: nomad herdsmen, admitted into Lilith's Canaanite queendom as guests (see 16. 1), suddenly seize power and, when the royal household thereupon flees, occupy a second queendom which owes allegiance to the Hittite Goddess Heba.

The meaning of 'Eve' is disputed. Hawwah is explained in Genesis III. 20 as 'mother of all living'; but this may well be a Hebraicized form of the divine name Heba, Hebat, Khebat or Khiba. This goddess, wife of the Hittite Storm-god, is shown riding a lion in a rock-sculpture at Hattusaswhich equates her with Anath-and appears as a form of Ishtar in Hurrian texts. She was worshipped at Jerusalem (see 27. 6). Her Greek name was Hebe, Heracles's goddess-wife.

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moemammon · 4 years ago

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Chirps, trills, and squawking (blushy mammon?) Growls and snarls! Really anything to do with their animals, the motifs or their stage animals or anything? Scent marking but not just the MC but like mammon rolling in their sheets, Satan making sure their rad workbag smells like him? Claws and fangs! I really just spat out anything but I hope maybe one might inspire! <3 love the writing and I agree that the purring was just so good

The Demon Bros Scent Marking GN!MC!

(Looks at you guys)

Lucifer

Probably the last one that thinks about scenting you, tbh. His pride won't allow it until he knows for SURE that you've stolen his heart.

And then you'd better watch out, because he's always touching you from then on in some subtle way. Not too showy, but just enough that it gets his point across.

Gently caressing your hair away from your face, subtly brushing his arm against you, pulling you aside by the hips so you can avoid obstacles; that sort of thing.

In more private moments with you, he'll lean into the crook of your neck and rub himself into it, wishing he could just permanently ingrain his scent into you.

You're probably wondering why other demons are avoiding you, but can you blame them? You smell so strongly of Lucifer that it's pretty obvious he wants to keep others away.

Mammon

Boi this demon started scenting you from the moment you made his lil greedy heart go doki doki. The Great Mammon?? Pining for a lowly human??? It's more likely than you think

He was possessive of you to begin with, so things only amplified once he started catching feelings for you. Now he's outright scenting you in front of anyone, whenever he gets the chance to do it.

God forbid he thinks you're spending too much time around the other brothers, because then you're never leaving his arms. He's blatantly scrubbing his face and head against you at every given moment, like an overly affectionate cat

Sometimes he gets so into it that his hair is all messy afterward, not that he really cares. When he's finished, he gives you a satisfied nod before going off to do his own thing.

Be grateful that you smell like THE Mammon now! Though do you really think that's gonna stop his brothers from getting to you-

Levi

It takes him SO long to work up to scenting you. Actually, he probably does it by accident before he even realizes what he's doing.

He moves on instinct, always moving a little closer when you're near him, carefully bumping his head against yours while his eyes are affixed to his tv screen. Might even snuggle against you for two seconds before pulling back.

If you touch his head, he's leaning to press his face into your wrists and lingers there for long enough to make you wonder what's going on.

And when he realizes that you're practically saturated in his scent??? This boy is on cloud nine. It's something so subtle, yet still present enough to let everyone know you're HIS.

That way, he doesn't have to say any mushy stuff out loud! He can just touch you a little, maybe give you his jacket, and you'll be marked for the world to see. It always makes him giddy when he thinks about it.

Satan

DEFINITELY an aggressive scenter. He's not shy about it, openly embracing you when he thinks you don't smell enough like him.

He wants his scent to permeate everything you own, every article of clothing, every pillow on your bed- He wants his presence on you to be known from the moment you wake up.

Not that you can really tell, with your human nose and all. But that's the way he likes it, knowing that he's leaving his mark and you're practically none the wiser (whether you know he's scenting you or not)

In tender moments with you, he likes to hold you in his arms while he reads. Your own scent calms him down, and he doesn't mind if it gets on him. Actually, that's probably exactly what he wants.

When he irritable, all it takes it a whiff of your lingering scent to put him in a good mood all over again. Though, that makes him want to seek you out so he can make sure you still smell like him-

Asmo

At this rate, you almost permanently smell like Asmo. You thought he was touchy to begin with? Just wait until his feelings for you become apparent. Because now he can't keep his hands off of you.

He's always snuggling you when he has the chance, pulling your face into his chest so he can rub all over the top of your head. He doesn't care where you are, who's around, or what time of day it is, because he's GOT to be touching you.

Hell, he'll even spray you with his perfumes sometimes so you have double the Asmo scent.

And he knows his scent is absolutely perfect, so he wants to share it with you! The fact that you smell like him always has him happily humming away, content with the way he's marked his territory.

While Asmo is pretty open about giving his affections away, that doesn't mean he can't be a little greedy sometimes. He LOVES the look on another demon's face when they catch his alluring scent on you, but they know they can't lay a single finger on you.

Beel

He's not shy about the way he shows his affection for you, but he's probably the least likely to scent you. Not because he doesn't want to, but the instinct just doesn't pull at him as strongly as it does for the others.

That being said, he might not realize when he's leaving his mark on you, when he embraces you against him and leans into your neck to breathe in your scent. It puts him at ease and makes him forget about his hunger.

Sometimes it stirs up a different kind of hunger, and he finds that he just wants to hold you in his arms until he's satisfied. Don't doubt that he won't outright pick you up and carry you around the house.

He also likes to put his clothes on you, since they practically swallow you up, and it makes him feel like he's keeping you safe. And afterwards when he hugs you and finds that you only smell like him?? He's thrilled.

When you smell like Beel, his affections for you go through the room and he keeps patting your head, giving you hugs, and trying to feed you snacks. Now you smell even MORE like him.

Belphie

He's a brat, and inherently the clingiest of all the brothers despite not always being so open about it. He keeps his deepest affections for you hidden away in his heart, but that means they all pour out when you two are alone.

His bed obviously smells like he does, so he uses you napping with him as an excuse to get that scent all over you. You always leave smelling like him, and his chest swells with pride.

Belphie can be handsy when he's sleepy and he's always seeking out your affections (because he's spoiled), so one way or another, you're going to smell like him.

He'll hold you from behind and lean into you, rubbing his head against your face. He'll claim your lap as his pillow and snuggle into your stomach. He'll constantly steal the pillows off of your bed and scent them so you smell like him when you wake up

He might not scent YOU directly all the time, but he's a sneaky bastard who's determined to make his mark somewhere, more often on your possessions. One way or another, everyone will know you belong to him.

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HI CAN I REQUEST 58 61 AND 99 WITH SUKUNA🥺

Kitchen encounters with the King of Curses

SUKUNA X F!READER// fluff+ nsfw!!// 1.9k+

the 3 kitchen encounters that changed your relationship with Sukuna.

#58 “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

#61 “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”

#99 “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

(Tags/Warnings- starts out with crack and fluff but MAJOR smut and filth at the end! Degradation, Oral (receiving), creampie, being bent over a table??)

A/N: you can either consider the reader to be in a poly relationship with both Yuji and Sukuna, or you can just take Yuji as your room-mate/friend.

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“Oh my god stop it- what is wrong with you argh-”

“I will burn down this kitchen the next time you try to put such an atrocious thing near me again-”

You snorted in the corner, hands coming up to suppress your uncontrollable laughter. You never thought there would be a day you’d watch the mouth of your lover try to attack it’s own host (and your room-mate) after Yuji had promptly tried to pop in a piece of coffee jelly into the mouth on his palm. Noticing your presence, the curse spat a few bitter words at you too while Yuji pleaded for your help in the background,

“He said he was hungry!” Yuji exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

“Well, I don’t think he did anything wrong then Sukuna, it’s not like you specified what you were hungry for...” You replied, tone laced with playfulness as you watched the mouth disappear from Yuji’s palm.

It was silent for a while, and you heard Yuji sigh with relief, but it was short-lived as the mouth once again reappeared on his neck, a smirk growing as it lowly said,

“Now that I think of it, I do know what I’m hungry for. You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

The comment was enough to make heat crawl up your entire face, prompting Yuji to shoo away at the mouth with his hand (not a great idea because he did get bitten in the process).

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“Where’s the milk?”

You yelped, almost dropping the said milk carton at the sudden intrusion of a deep voice that you didn’t think you would ever get used to. Turning around, you realised that it wasn’t just a mouth on some part of Yuji’s body that spoke, but the king of curses in flesh himself. Very much in flesh indeed as he walked around in just a pair of sweatpants. Concentrating hard on keeping your eyes above his chest, you asked,

“Must you get rid of the shirt every single time you shift?”

“Yes” he replied without missing a beat. You pretended to ignore the sharp-set pair of eyes that were darting down your bare legs.

“And why do you need milk ? I didn’t think you required food for sustenance...or even preferred it.”

“I need it to take a bath of course.”

You scrunched your eyebrows, head tilting in confusion as you contemplated if he was being serious.

He countered with a look of his own that made it seem like his request was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And perhaps..you can join me” He said while covering the distance between you both in two long strides

Your face flustered at his suggestive tone, a hand reaching down to tug at your over-sized shirt nervously. His eyes darkened as his eyes raked down your body once more. Your breath hitched in your throat as he placed a hand right beside your head on the kitchen shelf, leaning forward until you could feel his breath on your neck,

“If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants , I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.” he whispered.

You gasped, half intimidated- half excited as his other hand lightly trailed up your side. But then just as quickly, you felt the warmth of his bare skin leave as he took a few steps back away from you. Noticing the sudden emptiness in your hand, you snapped your head up, your eyes meeting a pair of mischievous ones , whose possessor now held the milk carton in one hand as he walked away whistling a tune you didn’t quite know.

---------nsfw below cut!----------

It would be an understatement to say that Yuji’s mission had been a train-wreck. The biggest flaw being that you, a civilian, not only got dragged into it, but were also gravely injured. The higher ups had only let him get away with it because despite being utterly beaten and ruined himself, he had still risked his life to make sure he carried you to safety. No one knew that it wasn’t actually Yuji, who had ended up succumbing to his injuries, but the malicious curse instead who had gently nosed at your hair, carrying you back home as he, in his words, “forbid you from leaving him alone in this ramshackled world.”

That was the last you had seen of him, Yuji being caught up in meetings with the higher ups as you stayed in the now protected apartment, still recovering. And now here you were, standing in the kitchen in a comfy pair of shorts and sweatshirt, waiting for your tea to heat up in the microwave.

“Well, well, what did I say about you not changing out of those shorts...”

Your entire body stilled for a second at the voice that had become as familiar to you as the back of your hand. Turning around, your eyes met his, relieved that he was finally back.

Sukuna seemed to be in a daze as you walked towards him, your arms encasing his torso as you buried your head into his chest. When you didn’t feel him embrace you back, you pulled away worriedly. You knew it wasn’t just the strain on Yuji’s body that made him seem tired, his eyes were sunken, almost hollowed out as he continued to stare into your face. Your hand reached up to caress his face as a way of asking if he was okay. That finally seemed to snap him back to reality as leaned further into your touch.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” He mumbled onto the skin of your palm, eyes moving up to meet yours.

Your heart swelled with joy at the raw tenderness in his words. Getting up on your tip-toes, you pressed your lips to his, hands moving to entangle in his hair. Small pecks turned into deep passionate kisses as your tongues clashed with each other. You lightly squealed as his arms wrapped around you, easily picking you up and putting you on the marble counter-top.

For once you were mad that he hadn’t ripped apart Yuji’s shirt as your hands slid under it to run your nails across his muscular abdomen. He got the message as he deftly pulled it over his head in one go, doing the same for your shirt and bra that were ripped off of you and discarded somewhere on the floor. Your shorts soon enough joining the pile.

Sukuna’s hands wandered and travelled all across the expanse of your body. Everywhere except for right where you wanted him. His mouth sucked hickeys onto the skin of your neck as his hands fondled your breasts, rolling around and pinching your sensitive nipples.

You cried out his name, a plea asking for more. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard and the curse decided that it won’t be the last time he does so. His lips trailed down your body, making sure to leave a trail of evidence behind, teeth coming into the mix to leave a bite-mark every now and then. Looking up at you from between your thighs, he had never had a better view. His mouth watered at the sight of your dripping heat as he pulled apart your legs. You were literally spread out like a feast on the table, a feast that was all for him to enjoy.

“Plea-please- need you to touch me.”

“Patience, my love.”

He ran a digit around your sensitive nub, another finger dipping down to add some lubrication to his perverse ministrations. You swore you saw stars as he finally leaned forward, pulling your thighs over his shoulders as his tongue rolled out to lick a broad stripe across your folds. The moans of your pleasure mixed in with the slurping sounds of him licking away at your juices only seemed to spur him on further as his lips suctioned around your swollen clit, making you buck your hips into his face. One of his hands slid up to knead one of your tits as he continued to devour you. You suddenly felt a wet sensation across your nipple, looking down to see the mouth on his palm nibbling at your bud. The mouth on his palm pulled your nipple into its mouth at the same time that Sukuna’s tongue latched around your clit, his teeth lightly grazing the hood making you scream out his name as your orgasm crashed through you.

Your chest was heaving, eyes still closed when he came up, teeth nibbling on the side of your jaw as his hand pushed away stray hair out of your face,

“You were so needy just a while ago. Already tired are we?” He asked in a playful mocking tone.

“Not in the-” You panted slightly, “...least bit.”

He looked up at you, hooded eyes filled with lust as he licked a stripe right across your jaw to your ear, before moving away, making you whine.

“So impatient...” He commented, clicking his tongue as he pulled you up, melding his lips with yours once more as your hands moved to explore the expanse of his broad shoulders.

“I want you bent over this counter. Now.” He growled out against your lips, barely moving back as you rushed to hop down and turn over, his hands already pushing your back down.

One of his hands reached to the front to rub your slick heat, the other pulling his thick member out of his briefs, a moan escaping your mouth as he lightly tapped it against the inside of your thigh.

“ah- fuck-” You moaned out loud as two of his fingers filled you up, but it wasn’t enough, “Sukuna- please- need you to inside me so bad” You choked on your words as you begged.

“Only since you asked so nicely.” was the response as the hand that was covered in your slick now moved up to wrap across your throat as Sukuna lined himself up with your folds. You threw your head back against his chest, gripping the edge of the table as he entered you.

“I’m not even halfway through and you’re already so stretched out...stuffed all full of my cock like the needy little slut you are huh?”

Your eyes rolled back at his filthy words, hips jutting out towards him more as he filled you completely. Both of you moaned in unison as he started to move, hands gripping onto your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he relentlessly thrusted into you. You groaned in both pain and pleasure as a harsh slap came down onto your ass, followed by an arm lifting one of your legs up. His cock brushed against that one sensitive spot inside your walls at the new angle, his thrusts getting deeper with each stroke as you came undone once again with a loud scream, his name like a plea on your lips. Sukuna found his own release soon enough, pulling out to spray the lower half of your back with his seed, making a mess everywhere.

You were in a post-sex daze as you felt yourself being lifted up and carried into the bathroom. Soon enough, you found yourself being lowered into a hot bath, another body joining you as arms wrapped around your figure, making you sigh and nuzzle into the familiar scent. You felt your eyes fall shut, a small smile still etched on your lips, unbeknown to the two pair of eyes on the curse’s face, filled with adoration, as they stared down at you.

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The next morning, you sat on the same countertop you had been utterly ruined on top of last night, the eyes of your lover (who had reluctantly carried you out from the comfort of your bed because you were hungry at 6 am and couldn’t walk by yourself) met yours as he pulled out the box of blueberries from the fridge.

“Maybe you’d like to give another chance to coffee jelly now-”

“I will kill you-”

“I’ll feed it to you if you want you kno-”

You were cut off by a pair of lips pressing against your own in a gentle kiss,

“I have something much more delicious right here already.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjksmut #jjk hcs #sukuna x you #sukuna angst #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna headcanons #gojo smut #itadori yuuji #yuji x reader #yuji smut

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nikethestatue · 3 years ago

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Depth of Your Eyes

Extreme Fluff.

Domestic fluff. Babies!

Elriel Month - Day 24

“Why do you hate me?” lamented the feared and exalted Shadowsinger of the Night Court.

Feared and admired, worshipped for his immense Illyrian power, for his stealth and strength, he, the great and mysterious spy master, the male who made enemies tremble and flee, and females swoon, failed utterly and completely at this one task—having his chunky newborn son open his eyes for him.

When his son was born, the first thing that shocked everyone—parents and healer and midwife—was his very impressive size. How the delicate, slender, elegant Elain even managed to bear him—without much difficulty too—was a mystery.

But the Cauldron loved Elain and strove to make Elain happy. It gave Elain an almost painless labour, though it was lengthy and uncomfortable nevertheless, and while Azriel was out of his mind with worry and trepidation, not knowing whether the baby’s wings would cause damage or even more serious issues, Elain was serene and happy.

The nightmare that was Nyx’s birth was still fresh in Aziel’s mind—the blood, the gore, Nyx’s tiny lifeless body in Mor’s arms, and Feyre, with a horrific gaping slash across her abdomen, bleeding out, Death hovering just above her. Therefore, Azriel dreaded Elain’s labour. For ten months he was a wreck. He was too happy, too elated, too content, too joyful in his life, and there bound to be repercussions for all that bliss.

The baby was conceived momentarily. “Let’s make a baby,” Azriel proposed a little drunkenly to the giggling and smiling Elain. They were enjoying a glorious sunset on the sea, in a tiny town with whitewashed buildings and blue roofs, in the Summer Court. It was far from Adriata, far from visitors and everyone else and they indulged in endless white sand beaches, fresh seafood and lots of local wine, swimming in the azure waters of the sea and enough lovemaking to leave them both sore and hoarse. “Now?” Elain kissed him. He shrugged, “why not now?”

And it happened—‘now’. When they returned from their holiday, she found out that she was expecting their baby.

Azriel couldn’t lie, but he was feeling rather smug.

“What the fuck kind of seed you got, brother?” muttered Cassian. “You just knocked her up in a day?”

Azriel only shrugged innocently.

As if this was to be expected. Of course he’d impregnate her in a day! But it wasn’t at all what he thought would happen—he thought that as with all Fae, this would be a lengthy process full of false starts, crushed hopes and nerves. But the Cauldron loved Elain and wanted to make her happy.

Now, he was holding his chunky son in his arms. Calm and peaceful, the baby took after his parents in temperament. He was mellow and not fussy, docile and good-natured. His appetite was monstrous though. He ate and ate and ate. At his already great size, Azriel muttered ‘you are going to be Cassian’s size by the time you are three’. And because he ate so much, he was rather plump, to put it kindly, which meant that his hamster-like cheeks obscured his eyes. At three weeks, their baby mostly slept and ate, so periods of play and interaction were minimal—hence, Azriel’s failure to actually see the colour of his son’s eyes.

Elain claimed that the eyes were hazel. Nesta insisted that they were ‘Archeron’ eyes. Cassian’s assessment was ‘I think brown. Like dirt’. Amren went with ‘I don’t know, I didn’t look closely’. Yet they all claimed that they’d seen his eyes.

Azriel was seated on top of the covers in their bed, propped against the cushioned headboard. His wing curled around Elain, who was sleeping next to him, pressed to his side, her arm thrown over his stomach. Their son, sturdy and large, almost the size of Azriel’s forearm now, was sucking noisily, eating like he hasn’t been fed in a week. He was fed less than three hours ago.

The bottle—a new invention from Dawn—wasn’t widely used just yet, but Azriel loved it. At first, Elain was reluctant to utilize it, preferring to breastfeed at all times, but then…well, then she came to accept how convenient this bottle invention was. Especially because Azriel was a nocturnal creature and had no issues with staying up or waking in the middle of the night. And with their gluttonous son demanding food all the time, she was still able to function and rest and sleep, since he didn’t really care which way he was getting his food, as long as he was getting it.

Azriel was looking down at the delicious bundle in his arms, and thought that his baby would end up looking very much like him, if he wasn’t so chubby. Right now, he was all round and soft and filled with folds that others wanted to bite and pinch.

Cassian, in fact, did bite his nephew’s little fat wrist, and Elain caught them, warning that Cassian wouldn’t be allowed to feed him if it happened again. “but it didn’t even hurt!” he defended himself feebly. “Just a little nibble…He is such a fatty!”

“No. Biting.” ordered Elain. “Or you’ll be off bottle duty!”

That was a serious threat that Cassian took to heart, because he absolutely adored feeding the baby with the bottle. He and Nesta were enthralled with him, quietly arguing and fighting about whose turn it was to feed him next. Elain and Azriel frequently overheard ‘you did it last time!” “no, but he likes me more…” “gods above, he does not like you more! He clearly prefers me!” “he was crying with you!” “yes, that’s because you made him cry!”

“We only have two choices,” said Azriel with a sigh, watching Cassian coo and babble to the baby one day, rocking him and singing him all kinds of bawdy Illyrian songs. “We either forbid them entry into the house,” at that, Elain frowned. “Or, we just let them be and simply assume that our son’s first word will be ‘fuck’.”

Adhering to the Illyrian tradition of not naming a child until he was one month old, the baby remained nameless. Well, Elain and Azriel knew what he would be called, but speculation ran rampant.

Elain had officially asked Cassian and Nesta to be the baby’s Guardians, a very important and respected position in the Illyrian society. It would fall on Cassian to start teaching his nephew how to fly—and when Elain formally requested for him to become the Guardian, Cassian shyly teared up.

“Yes, Petal, of course,” he nodded nervously, with aching sincerity, “it would be an honour. Are you sure?” Cassian still worried, “are you sure you don’t want to ask Rhys?”

Elain embraced the General gently and lovingly, and whispered, “I’ve never been more sure of anything, Cass. Only you. I’d only trust him with you and Nesta.”

It was Elain’s right as the mother to select the Guardians for her child, so while Azriel suspected who her choice would be, he waited for the official announcement along with everyone else. Eventually, the Guardian would present their son with his first sword, and begin teaching him to fight.

“Well, I want my baby to have the best,” said Elain, kissing Nesta’s flushed cheek. “Who is better than the Commander General of the Night Court armies and the Valkyrie herself? Will you two do us the honour of accepting him into your Guardianship?”

“Yes!” both of them almost yelled their acceptance.

Now, Nesta and Cassian was preparing something grandiose for the Naming Ceremony.

But first things first.

“Hey lovie, why don’t you look at me?” murmured Azriel, rocking his son gently against his chest. At first, the baby leapt towards his nipple, received nothing from it and gave an angry squeak of disappointment.

“Sorry, my friend, at this point, I think you should already know where the good stuff comes from,” said Azriel, as he offered the bottle. “I know, I know, not the same, but close enough. Believe me, I tried it straight from the delicious source and I agree, it is much better,”

“Stop being gross,” moaned Elain, and slapped his stomach.

He laughed.

“I am not being gross. Just honest. If I can suck on your titties,”

“Oh, gods, yes, I know. You’d rather suck on my titties than a bottle. I’ve heard this before,”

“And I stand by my opinion. So does my son. He has good taste. Now, go back to sleep.”

Elain ran a sleepy hand over the edge of his wing and turned around, pressing her lush ass into his thigh.

He drew his knuckles over her cheek and she reached for his fingers with her lips, kissing them, before tumbling back into her slumber.

Gods, he loved her.

The baby didn’t like all this jostling around him, and grabbed Azriel’s hand with his stubby fat fingers, steadying him and the bottle.

“Sorry,” Azriel murmured and looked down, stroking his baby’s soft brown curl that jutted out proudly on top of his head. “Mama is such a beauty…we can’t forget her either, even with you. I love you both very much.”

The baby nodded sagely, as if agreeing with his father. Yes, indeed, his mother was gorgeous and beautiful and very nice, and required his father’s attention. It was very understandable.

But this male, this father of his—he liked him very much as well. He was very kind and he fed him and changed him, and sang songs with him, and played with him, and…well, he loved him.

Azriel was smiling softly to himself, watching the baby, and then, suddenly, his son opened his eyes and grinned at him. Grinned a huge toothless smile—his very first one. He never smiled for anyone before, but this was it.

This was for his father.

This male, who’s waited for him for a long, long time, hoping against hope that one night, he’d have him in his arms and receive this huge, satisfied smile, which was meant only for him. An undeniable, glorious reward for centuries of suffering and sadness. He grabbed his father’s scarred finger in his fist and blinked at him with the depth of his Archeron eyes.

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#25 i almost love you

– oh ayan onting backstory chaka redemption arc kay aiko baka may maka relate

– omg finally chapter di ko na to hahabaan basta thank you so much for the support and the laughs! this was my first ever smau and series i hope you all enjoyed and i hope to see you in my future works!

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iwaizumi shuts his phone off with a faint click, throws his head back against the headrest and shuts his eyes. he feels lightheaded, hands clam around his phone and the steering wheel subconsciously. was he always this nervous to talk to you? he can’t remember the last time he’s seen your face, the last time since he’s heard your voice. he misses it so much it makes his heart clench.

he lets out a long shaky breath as he wills himself to open his eyes, peer out the window. the club lights pulse faintly in the darkness of the night, he hears the faint music and clamor of club goers. the team’s last reply was from roughly an hour ago. he shivers thinking how he managed to cut the drive time in half and thanks the heavens for the mostly barren roads he drove through.

he can only imagine how everyone must be hammered by now. the “demonic hour” as they collectively dubbed 3:00am, is nearing. the demonic hour is when ushijima starts speaking in english considerably louder than his usual stern yet soft spoken voice. bokuto slouched against his seat, arms over his chest, passed out and snoring steadily. atsumu and sakusa may start swapping personalities soon, osamu and suna are talking about extraterrestrial life, and hinata is probably stumbling on the dancefloor holding in the urge to puke. iwaizumi also fondly recalls your friends, how kiyoko would be sleeping on top of the table, god forbid someone tries to wake her. alisa would be flirting with someone’s girlfriend, and tendou making everyone take “shots” of water, nearly falling off as he laughs at their muscle memory reactions as if they are still taking a slug of alcohol.

and of course, his mind wanders to you. how you slur your words and swear you’re not that drunk. you gauge each miniscule action and word carefully in an attempt to prove to everyone you’re sober, but it only gives you away so much more because you’re moving in x0.75 playback speed. he catches himself smiling at the mere thought and blushes though he’s alone in his car. the demonic hour turns you to an angel, quite ironically. you’re poutier than usual and throw a hissy fit at iwaizumi when he refuses to get you lugaw or mamiin the middle of the night out, not like he can resist your pleads for long anyway. you can’t keep up with the usual playful banter anymore and flirt terribly.

the thought of some other man finding you during your demonic hour flings iwaizumi out of the driver’s seat and he’s marching into the club before he knows it. it doesn’t take long for him to weave his way in and navigate your group, and the scene he finds is exactly as he imagines, but where are you?

“ten, ten, saan siya?” he shakes tendou into sobriety. he peers up at him with dazed eyes before grinning widely upon recognizing iwaizumi.

“oy, tangina mo! ano ginagawa mo dito?” the red head laughs. “‘di ko sure lumabas daw siya saglet.”

the rest of the group slowly registers iwaizumi’s presence, greeting him with clumsy high fives and fist bumps and “ba’t andito ka, kupal?”, “late na late na ba’t humabol ka pa?”, “akala namin di ka pwede ngayon?” and he returns each greeting half-heartedly as he constantly searches for your shadow in the crowd.

suna teases iwaizumi’s panicked state before pointing out you might have gone outside for a smoke. a sour feeling brews in his stomach; how could they have let you gone alone, why weren’t they sure where you went? but he saves the frustration in favor of finding you as soon as possible.

he all but runs outside through a back door near the bar which leads to a terrace overlooking the parking lot. his whole body stills as he sees your back turned to him, the heavy metal door creaks to a close, letting the loud pounding of the club music fade. he half expects to see you barely able to hold your weight with your own legs or with another guy, probably why he was so worked up in the first place, but you were alone. you seemed sober enough. it scared him even more.

as if feeling his presence, you look over your shoulder. iwaizumi debates turning on his heel and making a bee line for the exit, back to his car, and driving another hour or so to manila, but he’s frozen in his place.

you offer him a small smile, motioning for him to join you. “hayop ka anong ginagawa mo dito, ha? nag-drive ka pa, eh late na late na.”

iwaizumi is hit with the realization that in all that time he was driving alone with his thoughts, he didn’t even think of all the things he wanted to say to you. his head was simultaneously full and empty, there was just you.

“ikaw kasi kani-kanino ka nagpapa-picture. akala ko pag-papalit mo na ‘ko,” he manages to blurt out, yet you don’t miss the way his remark lacks the usual sass and playfulness.

“tama naman. ayoko na sa’yo eh,” you laugh, glancing over your shoulder to catch his scowl and an ad-libbed curse. your features soften when you notice the seriousness in his features as he stares into the nothingness ahead. you’re about to ask him if something was wrong when he sucks in a sharp breath.

“ako gusto ko sa’yo,” he says matter-of-factly, eyes meeting yours.

“what?” you laugh nervously, suddenly hyper aware of the way your heart hammers against your chest, of how you get a whiff of his usual perfume because you’re so close, the dark circles under his eyes, the distraught etched on his furrowed brows.

“i said i like you,” he repeats louder and firmer.

“i know what you said, i’m not sure i understand—”

“i like you, fuck i… i don’t know why it took me this long to say it to your face, but if i’m being honest, i was just afraid. i still am, but between being afraid of my own emotions and being afraid of fucking this up, i am actually quite fucking terrified of losing you more than anything else,” he rambles in one breath, words trembling but intense. it knocks the air out of your lungs, and you don’t know why tears start lining your eyes. “i might… even be falling in love with you fuck—”

“haji…” you whisper, body turning towards him like a magnet. he lets out a breath he didn’t know you were holding, oh how he missed you calling him that so soft and endearingly. “you have no idea how long i’ve waited for you to finally grow the balls to say that,” you chuckle, almost bitterly. “but i don’t know how to go about with this anymore.”

“let me set things right. i know we did things out of order, but i want to make us work,” he pleads, rough hands coming up to softly stroke your cheek with his knuckles.

your lips form a tight-lipped smile. he knows you’re about to ramble and finds it adorable. “i’m… i’m not so sure anymore, this is more complicated than i initially thought. w-what about the distance? haji, i’m not built for long distance i—”

iwaizumi grabs your wrist and pulls you against his chest. a strong arm wraps around your waist, his other hand holds the back of your head. you can feel both your hearts beating harshly against your chests, your cheeks heating up while you relish his embrace.

he places soft kisses onto your temple, whispering. “don’t worry that pretty little head of yours too much, there’s no rush. i’ll wait for you for as long as it takes. maghihintay ako.”

your eyes flutter open, light seeps through your vision and iwaizumi’s blurred figure slowly becomes clearer. he’s sat on an office chair, pulled right next to your bed. he watches over you with a soft smile.

“good morning, tomador.”

“tangina mong manyak, kanina mo pa ako pinapanood matulog?” you yawn, stretching your arms and limbs. did he not sleep at all? If he did, that shabby office chair couldn’t have been comfortable in the least. “akala ko ba babalik ka rin agad sa manila, akala ko umalis ka na kagabi.” you sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. the clock reads 6:07am.

iwaizumi tilts his head to the side as he eyes you, a small smile tugs at his lips while you glare at him. “cute mo pala pag bagong gising,” he remarks. “gusto ko lang siguraduhin natatandaan mo pa ‘yung kagabi.” he stands up, pushing the chair back and walks over to cup your cheeks.

“oo naman, tanga. ‘di naman ako lasing kagabi—”

“ano sinabi ko?”

you blink back, stunned. you know what he means, but suddenly can’t get the words out of your mouth.

“hm? akala ko ba natatandaan mo, anong sinabi ko sayo kagabi?” he smirks, squishing your cheeks together in his hand.

“uh… s-sabi mo ano, gusto mo ako.”

“gusto lang?”

“baka… sabi mo baka mahal mo na rin ako,” your ears burn up as the words leave your mouth, you attempt to look away but iwaizumi jerks your face to look at him smirking menacingly at your flushed state. “chaka ano pa?”

“sabi mo mag hihintay ka, ‘yan okay na! tangina mo,”you pry his hands off and attempt to close in on yourself by hiding behind the strands of hair that fall over your face.

“good girl,” he chuckles. “una na ‘ko, ha? tawagan nalang kita mamaya, tulog ka ulit maaga pa.”

you nod wordlessly, still avoiding his gaze. you watch his retreating figure, but he halts right in front of the door. he looks over his shoulder, “bye, i almost love you,” and winks.

summer didn’t last a hundred and four days, not this time. iwaizumi came to visit you a few times over the course of barely a month and a half of vacation. you managed to make it work for until then. he was even more busy tending to documents and requirements for his fourth year on top of helping his mom and grandmother, but he made time for you. he always did.

you both made adjustments to accommodate the distance. regular phone calls, curt text updates, movie marathons on discord, sometimes with your squammy group of friends. some things stayed the same, the regular cussing each other out, the snide remarks, the usual roasts. except this time, days end on an “i almost love you” note.

as you’re running late for your first day of third year, you realize barely anything has changed. and when you run out of the house, hopping on one foot as you tried to stuff the other into your shoe, you see iwaizumi parked outside of your house, leaning against his car, and twirling his keys on his finger, he manages to make your world come to a standstill once again.

“good morning, anak ng mafia boss. late na po tayo, bilisan mo na dyan.”

just like that, you’ve come full circle.

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obeiii-mee · 4 years ago

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So, I finally finished part 2 for the original ask. I’ve had a bit of trouble with writing the twins because I think this would affect them particularly bad. I hope you enjoy all this angst, cuz I sure as hell didn’t im fucking sobbing alright?

Pt. 1

Enjoy!

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The Brothers Reacting to MC sacrificing themselves to bring Lilith back, Part 2:

Satan:

-Satan felt like the stupidest demon in DevilDom. He was supposed to be the intellectual, the logical one, the one with more than a few spare brain cells to work with. And yet he never twigged there was anything going on with you. The signs were all there. You had asked him for very specific book recommendations for the past few weeks, about the Celestial Realm and the full power of souls. He even let you borrow some from his own collection without giving it a second thought!

-In hindsight, your goal was very obvious but at the time, he hadn’t even stopped for a second to consider it. It just didn’t seem like something you would be capable of doing. But you did. Of course you did. You were the most driven human he had even met. You managed to live for a full year with seven of the most dangerous demons in hell and make pacts with them no less, so anything is fair game when it comes to you.

-Lucifer and Lilith found him in the library, like usual, reading what seemed to be a very graphic book on different wars that took place in the human realm over the centuries. What can I say, the man wanted to know more human history for your sake. He was one of the few brothers who hadn’t even noticed you were missing and never thought anything was amiss. Sure, he missed your presence but the cynical fourth born isn’t exactly paranoid.

-Now, if it was Lucifer alone that had come to check up on him, Satan would have been very tempted to just ignore him. But obviously he noticed a slightly smaller, less threatening figure next to him and he forced himself to look up from his book. Lowkey hoping it was you because he often complained his brothers got to spend way too much time with you. Satan and Lilith technically never met, face to face. However, I like to think that since Satan was born out of Lucifer’s wrath, he has a small connection with his memories and therefore Lilith. After all, Satan was the only one that never participated in the war or actually fell down as angel.

-He never met her before. Yet he immediately recognised her as she came in. She had every trait you would expect an angel to have. Except she wasn’t an angel anymore of course. She was dead. Or at least supposed to be. Lucifer just stood in the doorway as she approached him. Lilith fidgeted in front of him as she tried to come up with the right words to introduce herself.

-“I’m really happy to actually-“

-She didn’t get to finish because Satan had embraced her almost immediately, almost like he was on auto mode and couldn’t help himself otherwise. She welcome the gesture, glad their first meeting wasn’t as awkward as she had predicted it would be. The eldest brother was watching, slightly in awe because, as far as he knew, the only person he had ever hugged before this was you.

-Of course, the spell had to be broken. Lucifer knew better than to step in and allowed his sister to explain. Satan was going to have a bad reaction nonetheless, but he might become even more aggressive if it was him delivering the news. Lilith never had to deal with this particular brother of hers or any of his fits but somehow, it was like she knew what to do.

- Their sister did her best to explain it to Satan as calmly as possible, as if that would make much of a difference. Satan remained oddly quiet throughout all of it, showing no reaction besides a neutral one. Lucifer found this strange. Yeah, his brother/son was usually the silent type, the sort of demon to think, not speak. But he expected some sort of emotion in there. Anything, really. Anger definitely. Maybe sorrow and misery. But not this.

-Lilith noticed the shaking before even Satan did. His body had just started convulsing on its own as he processed the idea of you laying there, unmoving and cold; dead. He involuntarily clenched his fists and he had to sit down before his legs gave over. Lucifer was still outright confused while Lilith struggled to soothe her brother. He hated feeling like this. All vulnerable and weak, like the skies of hell will fall on him and crush him. He was Satan for fuck’s sake. He was probably considered the most fearful creature in all of existence. He shouldn’t be feeling like this.

-But of course he did. You were always able to do that to him, bringing out that soft side of him he never knew he had. Or at least refused to acknowledge he had. The funny thing was, since you were the one being subjected to that side of his, he didn’t mind. Because you are MC, a literal ball of sunshine. Nothing him and his brothers deserved but you were still willing to spend time with them. The least they could have done was to protect you.

-They couldn’t even do that

-He couldn’t even do that

-Satan is even more retreated now than before, more hostile toward his own brothers and basically everyone else. He will snap at anyone for very minor reasons and lock himself up in the library even more than usual. Anything to get his mind off how much he must have disappointed you. It hurts too much to even hear your name being spoken. God forbid they choose another human to come down there as an exchange student because he will unleash all of his wrath on them on your behalf. How dare some lowly human try to replace you? He’s more prone to fits of anger now too. Long gone is his self control and calmness.

-The one person that understood him was dead. The one person he allowed himself to be close to and genuinely kind to was gone forever. Satan will never get over this. Or the fact that you were smiling so brightly before you died.

Asmo:

-He’s just so sick of it. So so so sick of it. So sick of watching everyone he cares about either die or get taken away from him. If he was a mortal he would have probably gone crazy. Maybe he already reached insanity and just didn’t realise it. After all, everyone has a breaking point, even demons. And once you go beyond that point, your whole world will shatter.

-To him, it seems almost impossible that just that morning he had seen you at breakfast, laughing along with his brothers and overall just being the intriguing, silly human you were. You were right there! Right in front of him, talking to him like it was any other day. And now he has to deal with the unbearable fact that he will never hear your voice again.

-Asmo was out, hanging out at the Fall as usual, when he realised he had missed several, frantic calls from Mammon, who at that point wasn’t aware that you were long dead.

-He brushed him off, initially, thinking his brother was just having another one of his melodramatic moments. So the fifth born went around Majolish, basically buying everything he could get his hands on to ignore the uneasiness creeping up on him. He could feel something bad was happening. He just didn’t know what.

-At this point, he was a bit unsettled which is very unlike him. He is pretty optimistic as a whole so seeing him so startled and on alert was a sort of disturbing sight to see. Lucifer called him after lunch and told him to come home. Normally, Asmo wouldn’t have taken his older brother’s words too seriously but hearing his strained voice on the other side of the phone forced him into action.

-He rushed home, faster then he had ever done before., because let’s be honest, he prefers being outside of the house more often than not. He searched for you everywhere, but you were nowhere to be found. However, he bumped into Lucifer and Lilith in the middle of the upstair’s corridor in his frantic search for you.

-Unlike his brothers, Asmo noticed Lilith immediately, way before he even acknowledged his brother. It was such a shock to him that he thought for sure that he was hallucinating, though things like that never happened to him beforehand. Asmo stopped breathing for what felt like centuries because he didn’t want to raise his expectations, he didn’t to be disappointed if Lilith truly wasn’t there and he was just making her up. He didn’t want to deal with the grief once again.

-However, Lilith remained exactly where she was and flashed him one of her brilliant, warm smiles that he had loved so much back in the Celestial Realm. That he, on more than one occasion, tried to copy because he wanted to have as much in common with Lilith as possible. He wasn’t imagining her and the moment he realised this, he threw himself at her, the worry of his hair being ruined long forgotten and now his only concern was that she would dissipate in thin air.

-Lilith did not yield and embraced her brother, she gave enough hugs today to last her a lifetime but she couldn’t be happier to see her beloved brothers again. It took every ounce of strength on Lilith’a part not to burst into tears from both joy and sorrow.

-Lucifer hated this. He hated having to cut in the happy moment and lay down the bad news. But he had do it. Because no one else would. He was the eldest. He was responsible for everyone. A sadist he may very well be, but it absolutely destroys him to see his brothers suffering from such extreme distress. He told Asmo everything as bluntly as he could, thinking that ripping the bandaid straight off would result in a better outcome.

-It did not.

-Mammon’s reaction to your death was expected, but Asmo’s took both Lilith and Lucifer by surprise. They didn’t expect him to be as emotional as he ended up being and both of them handled it awkwardly because the Avatar of Lust was usually such a confident and admirable creature, it felt weird to see him act in such a way. He fell to his knees in a moment of pure despair and cried enough tears to drown himself in them later. He sobbed for a long time and did not stop immediately, instead going through several stages of weeping, from hiccuping to panting and then back to crying. It was an endless cycle of sadness.

-Lilith half carried half dragged him to his bedroom, while her other brother watched, a bit mesmerised. Asmo usually loved having company and now that his sister was back, he 100% needed it but at the same time, he wished to remain alone for a while. It would be painful but he needed to gather his feelings in one place before he could even put together a conclusion on how he was feeling. So they both left and with the door closed, all the air seemed to suffocate him and drag him into endless despair.

-Asmo received a lot of damage from your death, changing his personality very abruptly. Compared to his brothers, his change in attitude is not so subtle and now he basically hates anything that reminds him of you. He no longer enjoys hanging out or clubbing at the Fall or even go shopping anymore unless it’s necessary because those were things he used to do with you! And now, they seemed so pointless he often wondered what was the point of actually doing it. The only sort of satisfaction he gets is being in your room because if he closes his eyes, just for a moment, he can pretend you’re still there with him, whispering words of comfort to him.

-Yes, he still has one night stands and tries to seduce people left and right but it’s a sort of distraction more than anything else. He doesn’t do it out of need anymore, but out of desperation to get you out of his head. He’s also been sneaking to the Human Realm a lot as of late, as if hoping to randomly bump into you up even though it’s not possible and he knows it. He’s just torturing himself further. Hopeless. Just hopeless.

-You made him feel so much more than just Lust. And now that he had you, even if it was for just a short amount of time, Asmo knew he would never feel that way to anyone ever again. He would never fall in love with anyone ever again.

-He knew the risks of getting attached to a human. He knew how much he would suffer in the end. After all, humans are mortals, they are not destined to live for long. And yet he went and did it anyway because you were too amazing to ignore. You gave him something he never realised he yearned for and you left before he could reciprocate.

The Twins:

-Neither Lilith nor Lucifer was surprised to find the two of them together, relaxing in the attic. It’s common knowledge at this point that the twins have a hard time being separated. And especially more so than before after the whole attic incident, which concluded with them refusing to leave each other’s side. Usually, you were with them too, of course, for good measure. Obviously, they weren’t able to find you anywhere like everyone else. Belphie got tired of searching and just suggested that they go upstairs and that eventually you’ll joking them.

-Lucifer was, understandably, extremely worried at how the twins would react to all of this. Just seeing their adored sister in the same room as them would be more than enough to cause them to malfunction. But if he let them know that you died mere hours ago? And for smuggling Lilith’s soul back into existence no less? It would be chaos. At least with his other brothers, their reactions he could more or less predict. But the twins were slightly different. Especially Belphie. You can never really tell what goes on inside his head.

-Beel noticed his sister before Belphie did. He was so taken aback, he tumbled backwards and off the bed, accidentally dragging his twin with him. It was quite a comical fall actually. Lilith would’ve laughed if it wasn’t for the circumstances. She missed them, of course. Truth is, she missed all of her brothers and their memories back in the Celestial Realm. It always hurt so much to think that she could see them but never really interact with any of them. Except through you since you were heir in a way.

-Beel was a mess, first of all. You can easily imagine the distress he was in at the sight of his little sister. His dead little sister. Dead because of him. It might’ve been centuries since Lilith fell from the heavens and got transformed into a human but he continued to carry that burden with him because how could he not? He should’ve been able to save both Lilith and Belphie even though, logistically speaking, it would’ve been impossible. He saw the despair in her eyes right before she disappeared below the clouds. That image had and will haunt him for the rest of his eternal days.

-He was on his knees before her in a split second, grabbing the hems of her sleeves and sobbing into them as if the whole of DevilDom was about to crash down on all of them. Beel was yelling incoherently, switching between begging for forgiveness and stuttering mid sentence, unable to get the rights words out. The whole mansion was filled with his distraught weeping and he just couldn’t stop.

-His sister knelt down and embraced him, almost awkwardly because of the position they were in, as she began crying as well. Out of exhaustion more than anything. She’s dealt with so many breakdowns in one day that she couldn’t handle holding her emotions in anymore. With the death of her descendant and the sorrow of her brothers, she wished from the bottom of her heart she had just stayed dead because everything would have turned out alright that way.

-Belphie was more cautious. He stood at the back of the room, watching as his sister hugged Beel and sort of held him in a way that would quieten him down. Careful. He casted Lucifer a glance, as if to ask “what the hell is going on?” before once again staring at the ridiculous sight before him. Usually, he wasn’t one to look to his eldest brother for help. There was some dangerous hatred he harboured for him deep in his heart after all. But he was so confused and conflicted, he couldn’t fight the urge to seek guidance from him.

-Lucifer didn’t know how long it had been since he last saw his youngest brother be that openly vulnerable. It felt like an eternity now, to be honest. He was like a rock hard, clamped sea shell since their fall as angels. He walked over to him and placed his hand on Belphie’s shoulder. For the first time in millenniums, his brother didn’t try to swat it away.

-“Lilith is back.”

-That was all he needed. Those three words. As soon as Lucifer finished his sentence, he ran straight into his siblings who were still crying on the floor. He almost bulldozed them over if it wasn’t for Beel’s strength. The youngest landed on top of them, almost starting to cry as well. Beel, seemingly tired himself out so much that he went a bit limp in Lilith’s arms, still gripping onto her for dear life as if she were on the verge of disappearing again.

-“MC is dead.”

-It was a horribly timed moment to drop that bomb in, to be fair. Lucifer tried saying it as casually as he could but he could hear his own voice crack and see his own hands tremble. His mind was focused but his body had betrayed him. The twins were so into the moment, so glad to see their sister after all this time, it was almost like they didn’t hear him. So he repeated the statement, this time in a more composed manner. Belphie immediately reacted. He got off his siblings and straightened his back, glaring at Lucifer in shock from the other side of the room. Beel stayed where he was, but craned his neck to gawk at Lucifer, who was standing solemnly, waiting for the predicted chaos. Lilith closed her eyes and winced.

-Beel was in outright denial which was surprising. He wouldn’t, or rather refused, to accept that you could be dead. I mean, the idea itself was propestrous, right? You’ve almost died once and you managed to outdo death. Or more accurately, your future self did. You could do it again, couldn’t you? Just the image of you laying dead somewhere was enough to send him in panic and another, this time almost silent, meltdown. He seized fistfuls of his hair and pulled, as a method of escaping the pain that came with the thoughts of you and death being correlated in any way. If Lilith’s death wasn’t enough to push him over the edge, this sure as hell was. Could demons go insane? Probably. Beel certainly felt like he was. Even with Lilith there comforting him, he had the impression he couldn’t stand or even look up from the floor.

-Belphie didn’t make a move to aid his brother or help his sister. He stood, teeth gritted and jaw clenched, staring at his oldest brother with an odd gleam in his eyes. For a few moments, he was motionless. Then, he turned on his heel and marched out of the attic, slamming the door behind him so hard that the whole room shook. Lucifer didn’t try to stop him. It would be meaningless anyway. He wouldn’t listen to him. And his sister was still occupied with Beel, who kept mumbling with tears trailing down his cheeks about everything being his fault and not being there when he should have.

-The twins did not even go through the same stages of mourning their brothers did. Beel was dealing with the grief of someone incredibly close to him by eating even more than he normally would, causing his siblings quite a bit of concern. But they couldn’t argue much. He was the epitome of gluttony in the end. Belphie didn’t change much in terms of his daily activities. He slept as much as he could during the day. And at night, he stargazed as he always did. But more bitterly than usual, despising the fact that he wasn’t going to enjoy another starry night with you ever again. He didn’t blame you for dying. He was angry you left and to do something so stupid as bringing Lilith back in return for your lost soul. He was angry you couldn’t be selfish for once and let yourself be happy with them.

-He was angry at Mammon too. He learned he was supposed to be with you earlier that day. He wasn’t. And now the two aren’t speaking. For some reason, he is slightly upset with Lucifer too but that is only because he was the one who delivered the sad news. But most of all, he was very furious with himself. Because he promised that he would never let anything happen to you again after the whole choking incident. He swore on his honour as a demon to protect you and he couldn’t.

-Don’t tell him they’re bringing another exchange student in. He will kill them. He 100% will kill them. He doesn’t want to replace you. And neither does Beel. He would probably eat the new student within a few minutes. But it would take a while until all of that is sorted out. After all, even Diavolo himself is bound to be mourning in his own way. Not like you were meant to know, but you were definitely the favourite child exchange student.

-It wasn’t fair you had to leave. It wasn’t fair that you didn’t even get to say goodbye. It wasn’t fair that the three of you couldn’t spend more time together. Beel won’t be able to ever taste your cooking again and Belphie won’t have anyone to cuddle with in the morning and be generally lazy with. And again, they had even more of a reason to curse their father for ruining the one good thing that’s happened to them since their glory days as angels.

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-The 7 brothers will continue to grieve your death for the rest of eternity, be assured. Their sister just as much of course. And at some point, the whole of DevilDom had to in a way as the prince himself wasn’t his usual, peppy self. At least Lilith’s presence had a calming effect on them but not one that could compare to the trauma of knowing you were truly gone. They would wait and with time, there will be healing.

-Except time doesn’t heal anyone’s wounds. It just teaches them how to deal with the pain.

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This took so much longer than planned, Jesus Christ! I guess I was really unhappy with it at some point and gave up, then sort of rewrote it which took a while. And now it’s done! I’m sort of proud on how it turned out. A bit cliche but I feel like it created the right atmosphere. Also, the last quote above is a favourite of mine that I thought would be a good idea to add in.

The twins are joined because I thought it would not only save time but also make more sense since the two are together almost all the time. Hope no one is upset I didn’t do the twins separately, it would’ve taken even longer then!

To add, 1,080 followers???? Wtf, I haven’t even posted anything in a while, thank you so much! You’re all too nice istg.

@doggonudez asked me to tag them in this post, so I hope this actually works lmao.

Al~

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biostris · 3 years ago

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You mentioned The Cuphead Show Devil running to his mother after Lilith was destroyed to make Eve. Is it alright if I could request some headcannons of a Lilith reader around that time? Including the part where she started transforming for not exactly obeying Adam? Whether It’s more romantic or platonic, works for me. Sorry this is long and specific, be free to keep it basic if need be😅

A/N: im gonna preface this by i try to do as much research as possible on the religion i write about but holy hell researching who Lilith actually was due to so many conflicting sources. So im going to say that this mythology takes a twist similar to how it twists in the Obey me! plot line. So in this Lucifer and Lilith are related due to Lilith -at least in my mind- being an angel who was sacrificed to become a base for eve. she was basically the fabric and the rib of man was the base to be sewn onto. so i will never make this romantic or any angel x the devil scenarios unless they are platonic. with this out of the way lets get into the details. ALSO THIS IS GENDERED AS SHE/HER!! most of my fics are GN but as eve and lilith are females i will be using she/her for this scenario.

:Lilith/Eve reader! Hc's: her only family

Lilith had woken up in her new body only minutes after being destroyed, god had made quick work to make Adam a new wife and Lilith, his daughter and Adams ex wife, would make the perfect base

all she needed was to be brainwashed and mind wiped, and that's what happened when god took her in his palm and crushed her with the might of the sun

lucifer had let out a blood curdling scream when it had happened, and that horrifying scream was the only thins she could remember from her past life

going by her new name Eve, she found life easy on earth with her husband Adam and she was always willing to be by his side despite the deep curiosity brewing within her

Eve one day had been strolling through Inkwell Eden while her husband was taking a nap and stumbled upon a beautiful tree with fruit that was as red as rubies.

a black snake startled her with a hiss and a "hello" causing her to fall and stumble back against the tree's rough bark

lucifer felt a pang of sadness, his sister was no longer recognizable except for the green eyes she bore while she would sore with him and their other siblings through the skies of their home

as the story goes the snake- Lucifer- had persuaded- or tricked in some folks minds- to eat the apple, which god had forbid the day eve had set foot on earth

it was almost instant that knowledge of things came flooding into her mind, putting her in a trance, but amongst that knowledge was the memories of her family, of her past life

by this time lucifer was now the devil, when eve snapped out of it the devil was standing in front of her with a hand reached out

"brother?" her voice cooed before the two embraced, a loud crack roared in the sky signaling that god was displeased with the actions of 'eve'

The devil had to flee, all the way back to inkwell hell, and the story continues, eve made herself clothes from ivy and hid out with Adam in a cave

however the longer they hid out the more she hated him, he was commanding, sexist and over all a lazy pig and despite his suave words the rage continued to boil till she snapped

"eve what is wrong with you?!" screamed Adam raising a hand only to be slapped first "I AM LILITH." she growled

it hit Adam like a freight train that all that was worked for was now lost

Lilith ran away when god took a break from his hissy fit in the sky only to be hunted by 3 angels, but instead of killing the children she bore they were going to kill her

the devil had shown up and shielded his sister while he did his best to fight off the three messengers of god but it was to no avail, he was not as powerful as he is now and sadly Lilith was now gone

she was not gone completely how ever, and there could be a day where she returns to her only family, lucifer, but until she found a way to do that all she could do was watch her injured brother sob over her corpse while throwing curses to the crying sky

A/N: another note!! this time more light hearted, i might actually make this an au or ask blog!! but i would much prefer input on that, Lilith wouldn't get an official design etc but i really like writing this type of stuff!! hope you enjoyed!!

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imagine-loki · 4 years ago

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.....And that’s enough for you

TITLE: … and that’s enough for you ONE SHOT AUTHOR: ValarieRavenhearst2 ORIGINAL IMAGINE :Imagine getting blind drunk at a nightclub with your friends and Loki protesting that you should head home but you keep saying you’re ‘fine’. After the fourth time you stumble over he’s had enough and throws you over his shoulder and takes you home to look after you.

RATING:

NOTES: Was gunna make it nasty but ended being happy with cute fluff.

The atmosphere at the Avengers base was brimming with excitement as the day was drawing to a close. Friday. Just about all the cadets and agents were ready to hit the town and get the weekend started. Some members who live off the base are arriving back to pick up their friends after getting ready individually. Reverie, an intelligence agent whose role and position has been a constant roller coaster for the past two years, arrives back so that she can have pre-drinks with her friends (who are classed as the rowdy bunch on the base). She had been an active rising star field agent until she was injured in an explosion which resulted in her being benched in intelligence until her performance could be up to scratch again. But since she showed such exceptional skills in her benched field – nobody bothered to hurry the process along. Then along came a certain God of Mischief who needed a lot of one on one time. The job description was more of a Handler but it became a very flexible title. They needed someone who could earn his trust and keep him calm because the directors were all nervous of the murderous persona that was hidden underneath that charming smile. After it was revealed that his war crimes were influenced under the power of the Mind Stone everyone kind of had to just ‘forgive’ him. The exact details are on a need to know basis but currently he’s living on his own wing of the base so that he can be well monitored (just in case). If the Avengers aren’t doing a group mission then he generally stays on the base and keeps to himself. And since he’s generally well behaved the ‘handler’ position has become a flexible term, leaving Reverie’s career once again up in the air.

Reverie enters the common area of the living quarters where music is already pumping through the speakers as the girls get ready. They all come take a round of shots and some warm up selfies before Reverie goes to check on Loki for the night. She finds him quickly heading back to his quarters and he stops to admire his friend’s striking appearance. He seldom sees her in such a casual attire. Her low cut mini dress was positively revealing, and arousing. The skirt hem swishes around the middle of her thighs as she walks and the neck line scoops over the tops of her breasts to show as much cleavage as possible before they are practically popping out. Though the mesh sleeves and covering runs across her collar bones for that extra layer of security. Loki’s eyes sparkle mischievously with glee as Reverie dances through the hallway to stop him.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” She sings, wrapping her arms over his shoulders, which she can reach with ease thanks to her stilettos.

“I was about to ask you the same thing?” He flashes her an accusing grin as his hands come to rest respectively above her waist.

“It’s Friday, come out with us.” She pleas and he mockingly rolls his eyes at her.

“Hmm, I’ll have to think about it.” He muses and she presses her body against his as she tugs gently on his neck.

“Please…” She pleads, not planning on taking no for an answer.

“I’m just so awfully busy at the moment.”

“Oh phft, we both know you are just going to go to your room and do nothing. Come on, come live a little.” She forces him to slow dance with her which evokes a small chuckle. “It’ll be fun.” She promises but again he declines as he twirls her out of his arms and keeps walking. “Loki, please?” She makes one last attempt, wanting to spend the night with her closest friend.

“Go have fun, Reve, you don’t need me for that.” He waves over his shoulder and she slumps in defeat, knowing that she can never pull him out quickly from a brooding state.

“Well we all know that’s just a lie.” She calls and she can hear him chuckle in the distance before she too, turns on her heel back to the party. She enters the common room again as everyone is ordering cars and taking shots. Katie, another intelligence officer looks at her with an encouraging smile moving her hands to ask whether or not the god of mischief would be joining. She shakes her head with a exaggerated pout before taking a shot. Katie matches her expression but doesn’t bombard her with questions, not wanting to upset her as she knows how much she actually wanted Loki to come. Another girl however loudly boos, commenting how good it was that one time Loki actually came out. Reverie remembers the time fondly, it had indeed been a sensational night. Though it had ended poorly the next day when her boyfriend had thrown a fit about her being so ‘friendly’ with the god. She had actually made out on a dare with two of her other friends as a joke but that was okay “’cause who doesn’t love girl on girl action’ as he put it. But god forbid Loki hugging her around the waist. Not that it was public knowledge yet, but Reverie’s boyfriend had broken up with her suddenly, leaving Rev reeling in confusion. She had only told Katie because she had caught her having a moment at work earlier in the week. So with her cupids wings on, Katie sneaks out to go get Loki. She sprints across the compound as fast as her high heeled shoes will allow before she begins knocking wildly on his door. When the stubborn bastard takes forever to open up the door she begins calling out. When he does open the door, he appears less than impressed – his scowl would have broken a weaker person.

“You have to come out.” She insists and he just rolls his eyes as he goes to berate her for acting like someone had been shot. “Listen, no on knows, but Reve and Nathen broke up.” She informs, still deciding whether or not she will regret spilling her friend’s secrets. “And you’re her friend so that means you have to come out and support her.” Loki’s eyes widen in contemplation – he can’t say he’s sorry. He hated that little punk but held his tongue for the sake of Rev. He wonders why she hadn’t told him herself? Katie can feel his demeanour softening so she continues to probe him. “Come on, it’ll be fun, she just needs to have a good time and she can’t fully do that unless she’s got her trickster god by her side.” He finally reluctantly agrees and before Katie can order them a cab he says he’ll drive as Midgardian alcohol doesn’t get him drunk any way. When the two late comers finally show up at the club Reverie is on her fifth drink and positively buzzing. When she sees Loki swimming through a sea of mortals to get to her she is absolutely elated; cheering with both her arms in the air. She hugs him tightly, trying not to spill her drink on him. She has to yell over the throbbing music even though she’s holding him.

“You came.” She observes with exuberance at her best friend’s sudden appearance, barely making out his appearance between each seizuring strobe light.

“I decided I needed to live a little.” His lips are practically on her ear as they speak. She pulls him on to the dance floor with the other girls who are just as pleased to see him; coming up to grind themselves up on him to welcome him to the dance circle. With every passing hour Loki notices Reverie trying to drink her body weight and tries to lightly encourage her to slow down. But she continuously boasts that she is fine and continues to dance like there’s no tomorrow. When she’s out of the safety of his embrace he watches as she stumbles spectacularly and he rushes to her thinking that for sure her ankle must be broken. But as he reaches her she’s already back up and bobbing like nothing happened. He already suspects that she’ll be in a world of hurt tomorrow. The night begins to merge into morning and the club shows no sign of slowing down, in fact it becomes fuller and Loki struggles to locate his troubled little friend in a sea of darkness as the strobe lights become disorientating. When he finally catches a glimpse of her, she’s bent up against a wall table taking shots with her friends whilst a group of guys come up behind her and try to start groping her as she dances. Startled by their actions she flinches to try and manoeuvre away but the crowding causes her to stumble. Before she can hit the ground Loki is pulling her back up and into him. With his free arm he slams one of the guy’s head into the table and throws him backwards; and in the strobing light no one is the wiser. Reverie begins to say that she is fine but Loki argues, throwing her over his shoulder and marching out. He piles her into the back seat of his car and switches on the child lock. Her body aches with relief as her legs begin to ache from exhaustion so she doesn’t persist with arguing but manages to sit herself up so she can see him in the rear view mirror.

“Where are we going?” A yawn overtakes her as her body relaxes in to the leather upholstery.

“I’m taking you home.” He tries not to sound too much like an overprotective parent and reminds himself not to chide her.

“Okay.” She shrugs easily, her mind happy to be able to fully shut off as it doesn’t have to worry about getting a way home. “I promise I didn’t invite you to be my deso.” She adds.

“I know.” He chuckles lightly, observing her sitting contently, her head rolling side to side with every turn and bump.

“When am I going to see you drunk?” She babbles. They’ve shared many drinks together and she’s never even seen him tipsy all because of his godly stature.

“Well unless we raid the cellars of Asgard, then never.” He jokes and she leans forward to rest her head on the edge of his seat.

“I’d do that with you.” She promises and wholeheartedly means it. “When do you want to go? We can go right now, sneak in through some tunnels, you dad would never even know we were there.” She begins to formulate and Loki laughs robustly, reaching over to pat her on top of her head.

“Oh I’m sure you would be such an inconspicuous little thief, stumbling around in those ridiculous stilts.”

“Look, buddy,” she hiccups, “we’re not all born with giraffe necks for legs, so we’ve got to get a little creative.” She continues to make him laugh all the way to her drive way, then he helps her out of the car with a supportive arm around her as they walk up the front path. After a brief moment of searching for her keys, Loki just waves his hand over the door and the locks open. “Thanks magic boy.” She mumbles as she stumbles over the threshold, throwing her purse over somewhere and pulling off her heels. Her legs scream in protest at the sudden change in angle and she almost wishes to just cut them off. Loki scoops her up before she can have a tantrum and carries her off to her room; placing her in the middle of her bed. With no energy to open her eyes she lays still, hearing Loki move about her room. “I don’t want to get ready for bed.” She whines as her limbs ache but her mind refuses to let her sleep with her face still caked with makeup. Luckily everything she needs should be within arm’s reach because she planned for this. “Will you help me?” She pleads as she stretches out her body and her arms become stuck above her head.

“Of course I will.” She feels him crawl on to the bed, climbing on top of her to straddle her hips. “What would you like me to do?” He questions, his tone playful as his fingers lightly caress up and down her sides. She giggles as she thinks of many things she would actually like him to do.

“Can you pass me the wipes, they should just be over there somewhere.” Her fingers point in the vicinity of her bedside chest as her arms go to sleep momentarily. Loki reaches across effortlessly and retrieves the packet, pulling a towelette out he begins wiping away the layer of makeup that covers her face starting at her chin. She giggles hysterically which causes his own laughter to rumble with hers. “It tickles,” she laughs and he tries to be more firm to cease her babbling amusement. The black glitter on her eyes is more hesitant to be removed and smudges all around her eyes.

“How on earth were you going to do this alone?” He questions as this task is becoming harder then he thought.

“I don’t know.” She mumbles with a drunken smile, she’s always gotten it off before. The stars just must align at this time. “You need to take the lashes off.” She informs and she would have laughed if she could see Loki’s startled expression.

“How?” His voice goes high as if he’s watching someone give birth.

“You just pull them off.” She tries to wake her arms up so that she can do it herself but it’s going to take a little bit of manoeuvring. Loki gently touches the lashes before gently trying to peel them off. When the first one begins to pull away he makes an uncomfortable groan which sounds like he’s watching someone have surgery on their eyeballs. “It’s not that bad,” she giggles, her arms coming back to life.

“Why on earth do you do this to yourself?” He mockingly questions as he can’t see a substantial reason behind this peculiar task.

“Too make myself look pretty.” She laughs as she’s able to force her eyes open again when he’s finished.

“Reve, you’re already stunning.” She looks up at him and becomes saddened by the adoration she sees in him.

“Nathan doesn’t think so.” She whispers with a mirthless smile as she tries not to cry.

“Then he’s blundering bilgesnipe.” He cups her face gently and kisses her forehead, “why didn’t you tell me you broke up?” He questions as he caress her hair gently.

“I don’t know.” She continues to whisper so she can’t hear the sadness in her tone, “it just makes me sad. And I wasn’t ready for everyone’s harsh opinions.” She shrugs as she avoids his gaze by playing with the buttons on his shirt.

“You know you don’t have to hide things from me.” He adjusts his body so he’s gently laying on top of her as he kisses her cheek gently. “I’ll always listen.” A small squeak emits in her throat as she wills away the tears; holding his head down so he doesn’t see her cry. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles against her pulse. “He wasn’t worthy of you.”

“Thank you.” She sniffles and blinks away her welling tears. Content and happy in his arms she allows herself to drift off again and when she’s calm Loki finishes getting her ready for bed before joining her; laying down next to her with a protective arm draped across her.

#Loki #Lover #Angst #God of Mischief #Others #Submitted one shot #submission #.....and that's enough for you #ValarieRavenhearst2

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winter-soldier-vibes · 4 years ago

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Just give me more time (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Just give me more time

“Little do you know” inspired (by the Alex and Sierra)

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count 1753

Warnings: fight scene and injuries (nothing too gory), nightmares, shutting people out

Summary: You go through a near death experience on a mission and suffer from nightmares after. Not wanting to seem weak, you keep to yourself, but Bucky knows. He just needs to find out how to help.

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You laid on your side, eyes trained on a small hole in the wall, the tears slowly falling onto your pillow. You tried not to make a sound, and pretended to be asleep so you didn’t wake Bucky, what was sleeping right behind you. You could hear his breath, slow and even, and you were happy that he was finally getting peaceful sleep. You had been with him since he came to the tower, and were always there to talk him down from his nightmares. But lately, they have been becoming less and less frequent, and you were grateful.

You, on the other hand, were slowly descending into your own darkness.

You had been on a mission that went horribly wrong a few weeks back with Steve, Natasha, and Sam. Bucky had stayed back from that one. You were fighting rogue HYDRA agents who surfaced after all the information from SHIELD was released to the public.

You had been fighting one of the head agents, and he had gotten so fucking close to killing you. There was a knife against your neck, and you were bleeding heavily out of your arm from a laceration made moments ago. You were trying to hold him back but he had control over you. You were panicking, this was the end. You shut your eyes just as you heard a bang.

You felt the pressure leave your neck and opened your eyes to see the agent bleeding out of a bullet hole in his head. You looked around to see Natasha running at you, asking if you were alright.

You went into shock, not quite hearing her and confused as to how you were still alive. She helped you up and made eye contact with her before the world around you went black.

When you woke up you were back on the quinjet, heading back home. Your arm was wrapped and the bandage was spotted with blood, and your head was pounding heavily. You tried to sit up but the pain got worse and forced you back down.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

You looked over to see Sam and Steve looking at you, sitting not too far away. It was a small area, after all. You brought a hand to your head. “What happened?” you asked.

The guys recounted what had happened and the injuries you had. You sighed, wondering how Bucky was going to react when he saw the state you were in. “Did we at least finish the mission?”

Steve smiled a little and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, we did y/n. Just try to get some rest.”

You nodded and let out a breath of relief. At least it hadn’t been for nothing.

When you got back you were helped in by Steve. He helped get you to your room, where Bucky was waiting. His eyes lit up when the door opened but quickly fell when he took you in. He rushed over to your other side. “What the fuck happened out there?!”

You shook your head, “Buck, it’s nothing, just a few scratches.” you collapsed onto the bed, panting like you had just run a marathon. Buck looked from you to his friend, nodding to the hallway for him to follow.

He closed the door and crossed his arms. “What actually happened?”

“Buck -”

“Steve.”

Steve looked up at his friend and sighed. Shaking his head and looking away, he said “She passed out. A HYDRA agent had a knife to her neck. Deep cut on her arm, probably a concussion…” He looked back up to Buck. “She almost died, Buck.”

Bucky’s face filled with sadness, empathy, hurt, but most of all anger. HYDRA had taken so much from him already and they almost took you too. He shook his head. “I should’ve been there,” he said.

Steve shook his head. “You couldn’t have done anything. Buck, she’s going to be okay.”

Buck looked at Steve, unconvinced. “I know HYDRA better than you.”, he said, before going back into your shard room. You were still lying on your back, breathing a little more controlled now. He sat down beside you and you felt the bed dip. The two of you didn’t say anything for a while, him just playing with your hair.

He cleared his throat. “Are you sure you’re -”

“Fine.”

He sighed, knowing full well that you weren’t. But he went along with it, remembering how he had tried to shut out any memory from HYDRA for weeks when he first came back. He dropped it and the two of you got ready for bed. He held you close, but you kept your back to him. You didn’t want him to see your tears.

That’s the way it was for weeks. You laid down on your side, crying as the memories overtook you. Every few days you would try to sleep, only to be back in the warzone. You would wake up with a start, covered in sweat, and slip away to the bathroom to calm down. A few times Bucky would wake up, and you would just make something up on the spot, swearing that you were fine.

You were trying to pull yourself together, you really were. You just thought you needed more time.

You didn’t talk to Bucky about it for a few reasons. You didn't want to relive it, for one. Once was enough for you, and you were sure that it would end in a panic attack. You weren’t ready for that. But you also didn’t want to put Bucky through it. He loved you and you loved him, you didn’t want him to live with what could have happened to you too. God forbid his nightmares come back because of something that happened to you.

You thought you hid it well. I mean, sure, Bucky would be concerned about you and try to get you to open up, but you shut him out. He didn’t know that every night you would fall apart while he was dreaming peacefully. You didn’t want to tell him out of fear but not towards yourself. No, you were scared for him. He had just gotten past his own past with HYDRA, you didn’t want to fuck that up for him.

But what you didn;t know was that Bucky was well aware of what was going on. Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night to hear your quiet sniffles and see your shoulders shaking slightly. He would sometimes wake up to your side of the bed being cold and the bathroom door being closed, knowing that you had been in there for a while. He wanted to help you, he really did. But when he had similar reactions, people forcing him to talk about it didn;t help. He had to say something first. And he wanted to let you come to him.

He told himself to just be patient. That he’d have to wait until you came to him. But one night was different than the others.

It was one of the nights where you had fallen asleep. You hadn’t slept in days and you could feel yourself growing less and less aware and focused. You told yourself you’d be fine, that nothing would happen to you, and that you were safe next to Bucky.

But it became way too real too quickly.

You were fighting the agent again, and he held the knife to your throat, but this time there was no Natasha. He was saying condescending threats to you, like how Bucky would be next. The things he would say to you would always vary every time you had the dream. You started screaming, and couldn’t stop. You couldn’t jolt yourself awake.

“Y/N!!”

You sat up in bed, throat sore and dripping in sweat. You knew you had been screaming and that Bucky had woken you up, and you put your head in your hands. You swung your legs over the side of the bed.

“Y/n…”

“I’m fine.” you moved to stand but Bucky stood up too.

“Y/n -”

“I SAID I’M FINE!” you snapped at him.

You walked over to the bathroom but Bucky blocked the doorway. “No you’re not y/n.”

You kept your eyes down to hide the tears. “Please get out of my way Buck.”

He lifted your chin to meet his eyes and his heart broke at the tears. “I can't do that doll.”

You tried to look away but he kept a firm yet gentle grip on your chin, “Please let me help you.”

You shook your head. “I’m fine.”

He sighed. “I want to believe you, I really do, but I know you’re not. It kills me to hear you crying night after night and knowing there’s nothing I can do about it. I know you’re in pain, but shutting everything out and bottling it up isn’t helping you doll. Trust me,” he said, stepping a little closer. “I know,”

“I just need more time,” you whispered

He cupped your cheeks and said, “Time may heal, but you’re not helping it if you aren’t talking about it. What are you afraid of?”

You noticed you were still shaking, and brought your eyes back to Bucky. “I can’t bring you back there. You - you’re doing so well, you’re moving on, and I just can’t bear to bring you back to the same place and the same people again.”

He was taken aback by your answer. He never thought that you’d be hiding away because you were afraid of what would happen to him if you let him help you. His face softened. “Oh y/n.”

You let the tears fall and Bucky pulled you into a warm embrace and you felt safe. He shut everything out and it was just you and him.

“I’m here, y/n. I’m not going anywhere.”

You nodded into his chest. “I’m sorry Bucky.”

He shook his head. “You don’t have to be. Just know that I love you, okay? Nothing will ever hurt you again.”

You smiled a little. Maybe he was right.

You pulled back and looked up at him. “I love you so much.”

He smiled down at you and kissed you gently. “I love you too y/n. More than anything.”

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #nightmare #nightmare comfort #bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes comfort #song lyrics #song lyric inspired #lyrics inspired #avengers #mcu #marvel #avengers imagine

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hyperfixation-hideout · 4 years ago

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Be sides ruby who do you think is Oscar favorite in team rwbyjrn I like to think it's Nora XD

Hm... I dunno about favorites, cause they all love each other and he’s gotten some nice moments with most of them here and there! So instead, how bout some reasons why he loves each of ‘em in no particular order? :)

Blake - Fellow bookworm, major sibling energy (more accurate sibling dialogue than the actual siblings in the show), sassy interactions and great to just vibe with. They’ve got that thing where they can just be near each other and it’s comfy. They sit near each other in a lot of scenes, which was nice to see back when no one was really talking to him in v6. Blake just interacted with him like normal, which was nice and grounding when he felt most lost. While the others are off being chaotic or intense, they can just chill and talk about their favorite stories! Oscar used to dream about living through these books, but now he’s realizing he actually has, and that many of these books should not be classed as “fiction.” Blake asks him to autograph her copy of The Man with Two Souls.

Weiss - She’s the teammate he’s interacted with the least onscreen (which I think is a shame since he’s close in age to her brother and yet so different from him), but Oscar likes and admires all the Schneeblings (he remembers Winter fondly). Weiss went to the movies with him in v7! If only to get away from the bees XD She’s the one who tells the waiter when Oscar’s order is wrong. “It’s okay, you really don’t have to--” “Oscar you’re allergic to peanuts you could die.” “I mean, can I really though?” “No. I forbid it.” “So did god.”

Yang - She’s such a bro with him! Yang was the FIRST (and I think only??) character to ask how Oscar feels/what Oscar thinks about something. Ever. (Only took until Volume 7 for someone to ask that; maybe one day it’ll be asked to him and not just about him). Leaning on his shoulder was real cute :) Yang and Oscar were the only two to voice discomfort with lying to Ironwood, Winter, Penny, and the Ace Ops, both gently asking Ruby about her decision, disagreeing, but following her lead. Yang ruffled his hair in Monstra, that was such a sweet moment. She’s also the first member of her family to stop herself from punching him! (Okay with Ruby it was sparring but still) XD

Ruby - He looked up to her from the start, and now they treat one another like true equals. Ruby has always treated Oscar as his own person, even when he himself doubted it. She was the one to reach out and open up to him when he was more scared than he’d ever been, and that clearly meant a lot. During V6 he began to offer her comfort and support in return. V7 let them have discussions about what’s right, and come together to make decisions they could both agree on. They have a very healthy relationship to one another, where they’re allowed to disagree and talk and work together, remaining supportive and trusting through it all.

Jaune - They’ve both been the underdog, and are both still growing and finding their feet. Neither had their semblance when they met, and both feel like they have to work harder and train more than anyone else just to keep up. They practice together sometimes. “How’d you get to be such a good teacher?” “I had a friend help me like this when I was just starting out. Now it’s my turn.” They went to the movies in v7 and the huge smile and big hug in Monstra truly showed how much they’ve bonded and the effort Jaune’s put in to make sure he can be comfortable around him again. He’s given him compliments, called him brilliant, and has become a solid teammate and friend. Oscar lived alone with his Aunt. Jaune was always the baby brother. Now he has someone looking up to him. They are brothers, your honor.

Ren: Ren defended risking his life in the hopes of saving Oscar, truly viewing him as not only a part of the team, but as a friend. He was always soft with him, (even if he lost his temper when Oscar lost the lamp). After riding the hoverbike with Yang, Oscar switched to ride with Ren because no way was he going through that again. Ren is a much safer driver, especially with Oscar on board. He’s been more of a supportive figure from afar, a background comfort to him. Ren accepted him right from the start, patiently teaching him about aura and semblances, and encouraging him that it’s something he can work towards.

Nora: She’s always been so affectionate with Oscar, almost motherly (but like, the world’s most chaotic-yet-loving mother whose son is more responsible than her). She stopped calling him “little cute boy Ozpin” or “cute boy Oz” as soon as it became clear he values being his own person, and has only referred to him as Oscar since. She regularly greets him with tackle hugs, but when he returned after being shot, she gave him a soft, gentle embrace, just happy to see him safe. Nora and Oscar were also the most vocal about helping Mantle, and both confronted Ironwood about the morality and consequences of his choices. Both wanted to warn the people of the kingdom about the incoming attack, actively opposed his implementation of martial law, and explained why it will only cause more division to treat some people as not worth saving. Listen, they’re both commies and you cannot change my mind.

RWBYALPN has accepted Oscar as one of them, an irreplaceable part of the team, making sure he knows they want him around for who he is. <3

#take a shot to the chest every time I say 'comfort' or 'support'#oscar pine #rwbyalpn #rwbyjnor #team alpn #Anonymous #Quinanswer #quinpost

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jojotichakorn · 4 years ago

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@octopisunsets said: Her nephew literally tried to do the Bad Thing to himself because he was so worried he would hurt Yuhan. Of COURSE her first instinct would be to remove him from the very person that drove him to attempt the Bad Thing.

major trigger warning for discussions of suicide in this post !!

so , let’s talk about the aunt , shall we ?

first of all , yoo han didn't " drive yeon woo to his suicide attempt " . how can you even say that ? what drove yeon woo to it was the idea that he is a monster , that what he is is bad - the idea that the world ( his aunt included ) forced onto him repeatedly .

i'm going to give you a clear metaphor . a good chunk of queer people have an especially hard time dealing with both internal and external homophobia at this specific point . considering how homophobic society is , it is already very hard to be queer on your own , but when you have a partner , things really set in motion . who you are is no longer a theoretical thing homophobic people around you can ignore ( especially if you aren't visibly queer and/or are in the closet ) - because at this point you become visibly queer and you step out of the closet , you have a partner . and then imagine , you are already in this complicated situation , and then you come to your aunt ( the only family you have left and the woman you live with ) and she says she doesn't approve . it's very akin to the whole " you shouldn't do this , because the world is so homophobic and it would be so hard on you " and " i wouldn't want you to live the kind of heavy life those people live " . do those ideas come out of love ? perhaps . but it doesn't matter , because they come from blatant homophobia as well . and in immortal words of my best friend : love is useless if it hurts the other .

second of all , his aunt was against them from the start and she still is at the end of the series . even though she allows them to be together ( and thank gods for that ) , she does not approve .

when she first finds out about yoo han , the scene that happens between her and yeon woo is terrifying .

both my parents are fucking shitheads , so i am all too familiar with the layout , which can sometimes be scarier than kicking and screaming . the silence , the angry disappointed look , it’s all there .

she gives yeon woo time to bask in his own shame . she makes sure he comes to the conclusion of what he’s done wrong on his own . the impact is always stronger that way . and then the verdict .

it always comes . right away . it’s harsh , it’s unforgiving . sometimes , it isn’t even true . sometimes it’s just emotional blackmail that they hope will lead their child to the conclusion they want from them without too much fuss . the delivery is also often completely emotionless , to give the verdict an air of a fact rather than a decision that can be argued .

and then we see the aunt show her true face .

the face that’s selfish - first and foremost , it’s always selfish . they always have something that they want for their child ( or rather - for themselves in connection to the child ) , and it matters more than what their child themself wants .

and don’t tell me yeon woo is selfish here as well , because in this clear parent/child power imbalance , the child can not be selfish . ultimately , the aunt makes all decisions , she is in charge of his life ( also known as the reason why children are oppressed and we have the convention on the rights of a child - i don’t actually know if yeon woo is a minor here or not , so children’s rights might not specifically apply to him , but the point still stands - the parent makes the decisions ) . this is not a balanced conversation . this is not a dialogue of what each of them wants - it is a monologue of what the aunt wants with yeon woo’s attempts to protest and have his opinion valued even a little bit .

she has lost her sister , and there is a possibility she will lose him too . her first thought isn’t what yeon woo wants - that he wants to try , that he knows the possibilities and dangers all too well himself . her first thought is her own wants and needs .

and she realizes it too . when yeon woo breaks down , she backtracks .

but she doesn’t stop , does she ?

she continues reminding him that he is acting exactly like his mother ( you know , the one that went MISSING , the one they LOST ) at every turn . you know what this reminds me of ? when i first came out to my mother back when i was identifying as a guy , she made every single conversation we had about how i am the most feminine girl in the world and i could never be anything , but a girl .

it’s the relentless reminders , it’s this idea that they make sure to put into your head . they do it because they hope that one day you will hear it so many times , you will start believing it yourself .

but may i remind you , this sister the aunt talks of is yeon woo’s mother ? it isn’t as if he hasn’t experienced the same thing she has - he lost his mom , who he loved more than anyone else in the world ! and she uses this fact to make him do what she wants . i also remind you that yeon woo’s mother - you know , an actual mono - was proud of who she was . she told yeon woo stories of how she met his dad , and how he will one day also meet someone who will be this incredible person that brings color and love into his life .

and don’t you dare tell me that the aunt , who is a regular ass fucking person , knows more about the hardships of being a mono than yeon woo’s mom ( who - i repeat - was an actual mono ) . the aunt doesn’t know shite about the experience , she is terrified of it and what it can do , and she is very much perpetuating the idea of it being monstrous , she always has .

and then yeon woo breaks down , because he starts believing it . fully now . he is a monster . and after his aunt finds him , what is her first instinct ? that’s right - to send him to what is basically the equivalent of a conversion camp . ( no , seriously , the whole concept and the framing of yoo han as specifically saving yeon woo from there - it’s pretty straightforward ) .

and then a change happens . the aunt realizes that oop - actually , if she continues forbidding yeon woo and yoo han’s relationship , she will lose yeon woo anyway . and that , of course , won’t do , since that’s what she was so scared of in the first place . so she reluctantly allows them to be together . why do i say reluctantly ? well , because of this final scene with the aunt :

( pro tip : this is actually not what support looks like - just saying ! )

also , just to mention some quick statistics , being supported for who you are at home helps out children a lot . all children , but especially my dear lgbtq+ children . for example , my fellow trans folks have a suicide rate of 40% . according to different studies , it drops to anywhere between 20% to 15% in case of family acceptance .

to say that yeon woo’s suicide attempt was due to him finding his probe and finally fully embracing being a mono is the same as to say that my suicide attempt three years ago was due to me being trans and finally accepting it . neither are true . it was because we both had shitty , unsupportive home environments .

so actually , now that i have explored this whole thing more carefully , i retract my statement . the aunt isn’t just icky , she fucking sucks !

oh and by the way , don’t try to show me moments where the aunt was “ nice “ or whatever - that will only prove that you don’t know shit about the topic . it’s the one day in a week rule that so often confuses people , who end up in abusive relationships . “ oh , they are perfect almost every day , but then there is a time once a week ... “ - no amount of candy given every monday can make up for a bruise planted every sunday .

- yours truly , unwilling expert on shitty parents ( no , seriously , i wish i didn’t know and couldn’t see any of this shit , but alas , my life took an ugly turn in the family department ) .

#color rush #suicide tw #suicide mention tw #long post #archer speaks #if it sounds like im angry - i sure as hell fucking am #i have lived almost 19 years on this shitty planet and i have heard ALL the excuses about all sorts of shitty parents #and frankly im fucking tired of it #so i wont stop talking about this until yall start believing actual victims of abusive neglectful and otherwise shitty parents #and implying that YOO HAN or yeon woo being a mono in and of itself drove yeon woo to attempt suicide ???#gods forbid what kind of victim blaming is going on here i ........

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tngrace · 4 years ago

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Giving Comfort (to the One I Love)

Thanks to my best girl @justkillingtimewhileiwait for reading this before I posted it. ❤ last nights ending Tarlos scene really woke something in my muse so here is a little one shot from Carlos's pov.

Also on A03

Shift had been crazy. Carlos felt like he was running from one end of the world to the other trying to make sure everyone was out of the path of the lava. Lava! He still couldn't get his head around the fact there was actually a volcano in Texas, and it was currently active. He knew TK had to be feeling just as run down as he was, but thankfully they were nearing the end of their shifts.

He'd checked in with TK as he could, but he hadn't heard from his other half in at least two hours. Carlos had delivered food truck girl to a safe haven and just had some paperwork to wrap up. He let TK know he was safe and back at the station. When he still didn't get a response he was worried but he knew not to panic and that he was probably still on a call.

As he was clocking out, the news came through about the 126 losing someone. Carlos felt his heart in his throat praying it wasn't one of their close friends or God forbid Owen. He didn't even let himself think about it being TK even though that traitorous part of his brain reminded him that his boyfriend was a trouble magnet. He held his breath waiting on the name, his brain considering the possibility of TK being gone too soon stealing his breath, and he couldn't help but let out a relieved breath when he heard it was Tim. He immediately felt bad about the relief he felt, but he couldn't help it. Their friends and family were still safe, albeit he knew they would be hurting.

He debated going to the station to check on them, but he still hadn't heard from TK, and he didn't want to intrude knowing they were a strong close knit bunch. He sent TK a text letting him know he was heading home, he'd heard the news, and he was there if TK needed him. When he didn't get an immediate response he headed home with a soft sigh praying his boyfriend would be ok.

He immediately stripped and showered as had become their custom when not showering at the station to wash away all the possible exposure from the day. Clothes were immediately placed in a hamper if not straight in the washer, and they both made sure they were clean before embracing the other. It was while he was redressing in comfy clothes he finally heard from TK.

It was a simple "can I come over?" text that Carlos immediately replied "yes always," to. He knew TK knew he was welcome anytime, the key on TK's key ring evidence of that, but he knew TK. He knew he wouldn't want to burden Carlos with this, but he wanted to reassure him that he wanted to be there for him. TK asking to share the burden was a major step for him and Carlos couldn't help but be proud of him.

He debated waiting for his love in the bedroom, but he wanted to be right there when TK needed him, selfishly wanting to feel his boyfriend in his arms. He left the house dark since it was late at night and they were both exhausted, and settled in on the stairs to wait. He knew TK would think he should already be in bed, but Carlos wanted him to know he was there in every sense of the word.

He didn't have to wait long before there was a key turning in his lock and TK walked in, looking emotionally worn. He was being quiet as could be, but when he turned and saw Carlos waiting it was like he broke. He dropped his bag, having showered and changed at the station, and was heading straight for Carlos. He opened his arms catching TK as he all but collapsed into him. His arms came around him holding him tightly as TK's face found its way to his shoulder and his arm gripped Carlos's tightly.

"I got ya," he whispered, his lips finding the top of TK's head. "You're ok. You're safe," he whispers as TK clings tighter. They sit there in the quiet of the house; TK taking the comfort he needs, his tears making silent tracks down his face and onto Carlos's arm.

Carlos holds him right there just like that on the steps whispering words of comfort and promise until TK's tears have dried and only the occasional sniffle is heard. He slowly starts to pull back but stops when TK clings tighter. "Hey, it's ok. I'm not going anywhere," he whispers, kissing TK's head once more. "But I do want to get you somewhere more comfortable. Think we can make it up to the bedroom?" Carlos asks him before pulling back once more. At TK's nod he eases back enough to help TK up. He wraps an arm around him and leads him up the stairs. He strips TK's jacket and then his t-shirt, before reaching for the button on TK's jeans and pushing them off him. He leads TK over to the bed and helps him crawl in before joining him.

TK immediately curls up in his arms and Carlos gives a sad smile as he holds TK tight and kisses his forehead. "I know today was rough," he starts his voice so soft he's not even sure TK can hear him, "but I'm here for you. Whatever you need TK. If you wanna talk about it, I'll listen. If you don't, I'll hold you until you're ready," he whispers.

He gives TK a minute to answer, and when his boyfriend remains silent he tightens his arms around him. He starts rambling to feel the silence just wanting TK to know he's still there, wanting TK to know how much he means to him even if he's not ready to hear it.

"I know I don't know what it feels like, I haven't lost a teammate like this, but we've all lost someone at some point and I know what that feels like. You're strong. Your team, your family are like no other and I know you'll help each other through. Just know when it feels like it's too much, I'm always going to be here. You mean the world to me babe, and I was so scared today when the news came through without a name. And I felt bad when I felt relief that it was Tim, that it wasn't one of our family, it wasn't you," he whispers, his voice hitching as he feels TK tighten his own arms around Carlos now.

"I'm sure it's too soon, but I just…." he breaks off and TK finally unfurls himself enough to meet Carlos's eyes again.

"Tell me," he whispers, his arms not loosening around Carlos as they hold each other.

"I just love you so much TK. And I never want to lose you. Today was hard on everybody and it was a reminder just like the freak solar storm that tomorrow is not promised. And I couldn't go another second of this day without telling you that you are so loved…" the rest of his thoughts are cut off by TK leaning up and giving him a soft kiss.

"I love you too, you know," he whispers with his first smile in hours. "You're the only one I thought of when I finally was done processing. I just wanted to come home to you," he whispers letting himself admit Carlos's house is home.

"I'll always be here Tiger," Carlos says with a grin of his own. "Always." They share a few more soft kisses and Carlos can see TK has said all he's going to say tonight. He knows nightmares might come, he knows old feelings might creep in, but for now he tells his boy to sleep and knows that he'll be there whatever TK may need.

#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tk x carlos #911 ls s2 #writer life

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lovely-bangtan7 · 4 years ago

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JJK | Cold Heart (1)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fairy tale, Frozen!Au, IceQueen!Au, lumberjack!Jungkook; bestfriend!Jungkook, IceQueen!Reader,

Warnings: Mentions of blood & injuries, Mentions of anxiety

Words: 5,8k

A/N: Hello loves! I am starting a mini series with our beloved maknae! This was originally supposed to be posted on another account of mine and a friend, but this one is not active anymore, so I decided to post it on my personal account. If you question if this was stolen, it isn’t! I wrote it on my own back then, the account was only shared! I really hope you guys will like it! Happy reading <3

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You were never able to even dream such a situation like you were in now. You never wanted to hurt anyone, you always wanted your people, especially him to be safe from you. It was like your worst nightmare came true and unfortunately, it did. Your whole world was shattered into many pieces, seeing his cold eyes staring at you, wide open and in fear. He wanted to protect you from the man that tried to kill you and you wanted him to kill you so that this spell would finally leave your kingdom. But Jungkook couldn't let this man kill you, the queen of Arendelle, the girl that he knows since he was born. “Jungk-..kookie..” You whispered, your ice cold hands touching his figure completely covered in blood.

And the one who did this to him was you yourself. Again.

You were destined to be the Queen of Arendelle from the second you entered this world. Being the only child of the King and the Queen, a beautiful and charming princess with a power that no other human was gifted with. People would say that your power was a blessing from the god’s, but as the years went by and the older you got, these powers turned into a deadly and yet beautiful weapon.

It was a beautiful spring day, many years ago, the flowers were coming to life, the green leaves painting the world of Arendelle in a bright green and the sun warming the air up, the winter was coming to an end. But not for you and not for Jungkook. Winter was the season you loved the most not only because you were part of the ice cold weather, the snow and the ice, but it was the time where you could play with Jungkook without any worries. But the winter eventually came to an end and spring took over the country, this actually didn't stop you and Jungkook from having your adventures.

You both were running around the fields with no destination, laughing and playing around like children do. “Hey, y/n let’s build a snowman!” Said Jungkook randomly with a huge smile on his face. You came to a halt, catching your breath and thinking about his idea. You weren't completely sure if this was a good idea, but you saw his toothy smile. Jungkook was always amazed at your powers and loved it when you used them, it fascinated him and made him always happy.

Shaking your head you moved your hands and the blue colour appeared around them, the cold slowly embracing your small hands. Snow began to form in them and seconds later the ground was covered in shiny white and fluffy snow. Jungkook started to laugh and immediately formed a snowball in his hands, you joined him right after. It didn't take you long to build a snowman, but the warm sun made the snowman melt.

“We need more snow, y/n!” Without thinking you did as said and more Snow appeared on the ground, while Jungkook shouted ‘more’ in excitement. You went with the flow, letting snow and ice appear everywhere. Jungkook was now running around kicking the snow, forming snowballs and throwing them away as you tried to make more snow, but soon a weird feeling grew up in your stomach.

“More! Make more snow!” You slowly felt pressure coming from Jungkook. He couldn’t have enough of the snow and you felt unsure by that.

“No, that’s enough!” You told him but he didn't drop it so soon and grabbed your hands. “Jungkook! That’s enough, go away or I will-”, you couldn't finish your sentence due to the Ice, that formed in your hands and hit Jungkook. The boy flew back and didn't move a bit. You let out a shriek and cried for help, a few guards that were in the same area, watching you from afar came to help, but the ground was covered with ice. The guards slipped yet still tried to get to you and help you with whatever was wrong. You noticed a red liquid coming from Jungkook’s head, it wasn't a lot, just a few drops but enough to set you in complete panic.

The guards helped you and Jungkook up and brought him to the palace’s doctor, who confirmed that the ice didn't hit Jungkook’s body, only the hit on the ground and injured him. You felt endlessly guilty for what you did to Jungkook for not being able to control himself.

After he woke up, he told you that it wasn't your fault. He said that it was his own fault, that he shouldn't have pressured you to make more. He promised you that he won’t do it ever again. He told you that he will protect you now after he saw how dangerous your powers are, he wants to protect you from other people and from yourself. He promised you.

But days after the incident, after your parents heard about what happened in the field, they thought that it would be dangerous to let you play with other children. It could happen that more accidents like these could happen, after all, you could kill someone. Your parents forbid you from interacting with other children, especially Jungkook.

“You are not allowed to talk or play with him, he will never walk in this palace ever again!”

You felt like the deadliest monster. A monster that could destroy the whole world if it wanted to. You haven't seen Jungkook, your only friend, ever again. You didn't know if he was still in town or if his family was forced to leave.

Years of being isolated in the castle went by. You quickly learned to be alone for most of the time. Your days were either filled with studies or being in your room, staring out of the window and watching the world growing older and older.

A few years later your parents had to leave the country due to some business overseas. The only people who you could talk to without any borders had to leave you and you felt anxious at the thought of it. It meant that you would be completely alone from now on.

You hugged your parents tightly as a goodbye, wishing them a good journey. “Tell me everything when you come back in three weeks, okay?” But if only you would know that your parents would never come home.

It was said that pirates attacked, robbed and killed the royals ship, it took one survivor almost 2 months to come back and tell you and everyone who lived in the castle. By that time everyone, including you, were already grieving the loss of the king and the queen. After 5 weeks without any letter coming from your parents, everyone knew that they passed away. A big depression came over your country, the people living in the town were grieving for a long time.

You had the most difficult time. You felt empty without your parents, you were alone. Overwhelmed by the situation, the preparations for you becoming the queen started too quick for you. The fear inside you grew stronger and stronger each day and there were many moments where you couldn't control your powers. You were a complete mess in that time and no one knew how to help you, but they tried their best to help you in every possible way but without forgetting that you will be the queen soon.

Years later you were ready to become the queen, by the age of 21 years. Your coronation will be soon, in a few days to be exact. A lot of things have changed and you changed the most.

However Jungkook did change too. Meanwhile of your horrible experiences, he grew into a handsome and capable man, tall, strong with a kind heart. After being banned from the Castle, he suddenly had no work, no place that he could call home, neither did he have a family - they died years ago from the disease that spread around the kingdom - he was all alone.

Luckily the lumberjack of the town had found him in an alley, freezing, hungry and abandoned. He immediately brought him to his home, gave him warm food and clothes. “Boy, what were you doing outside during this time? You could have freezed yourself to death!” He scolded him but still with a soft voice. The lumberjack had no family either - no wife and no children. He was already an elder, the wrinkles heavily evident around his eyes and forehead. “I never really had time for such things, I… I guess work was always much more important to me.” Soon Jungkook had learned how really important it was for him. He chopped wood for many hours of the day, from the morning until the sun would set down. It was a simple task that required much strong muscles. Muscles harder than timber, but with a soft heart.

Jungkook was determined to help the lumberjack, he owed that to him for saving his life. He was a quick learner, a good student to his teacher. It took him just a few days to perfect the technique of chopping wood, the fastest way with lots of profit. The lumberjack was endlessly thankful to the young man.

“Son, I don’t think you ever told me where you lived before I found you.” He suddenly asked during supper. Jungkook never wanted to talk about his past with you in the castle. His heart never broke this much, knowing he wasn’t allowed to be with you anymore. He didn’t blame you, he blamed himself though. He knew that he was at fault, he shouldn’t have pressured you and so, if he was a little more smarter back then he still would have been by your side. “I remember you were hungry, but you didn’t look starved.”

The old man looked at Jungkook, curiosity lingered on his face. He always respected Jungkook’s privacy but this was a mystery he could never solve on his own. The only way to know was to ask.

But Jungkook didn’t know how to answer, just the mere thought of you -his best friend- made his heart ache in agony. His face fell, he could only imagine how alone you must be right now, how hurt and how scared. It’s been years since the king and queen passed away and Jungkook remembers hearing about their death. He just wanted to storm inside the castle, run straight into your room and take you in his arms. He hated that he couldn’t be with you during the lowest point of your life.

More thoughts of you flooded his mind, intoxicating his heart with hate for himself, cravings of you, tainting his heart black.

“I am sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. It was impolite and indelicate.” Jungkook shook his head, signaling his teacher that he did nothing wrong.

“No, it’s okay. I just..” He had to swallow a huge knot in his throat. “I don’t know how to explain. Back then I made a mistake and lost my only friend and home. I mean, my previous home.” He quickly added, his home was here now. The small cottage outside the town in the wood land. The years he spent with the old lumberjack, made him grow incredibly close. He had taught him wisdom and made Jungkook learn more about himself. But also showed him how it felt to have a father, someone to look up to. Someone to seek comfort from, someone who gave him a home full of love. By now he could call him ‘Appa’.

The lumberjack had found himself a son. Something he could have never imagined. To have someone he could call his son, his family. He was incredibly happy and so proud of Jungkook. He grew up to be a mature man but also still held the heart of a little child. His heart always swelled when he could spend time with him, whether it would be work or just sitting with him and drinking a hot coffee or beer. Jungkook was someone who filled in the gap in the lumberjack's life.

The next morning as Jungkook still laid in bed, he could hear shuffling sounds coming from downstairs. Someone had visited him, the voices were loud and very.. formal? He couldn’t remember a customer talking this way to either him or his appa. However, minutes after the visitor had left, the lumberjack stormed into his room, a wide smile on his wrinkled face. He held a white letter with golden ornaments in his hand. “Son, wake up!” Jungkook groaned and turned around. Mumbling something about sleeping 5 minutes more.

But the lumberjack couldn’t bear Jungkook sleeping longer with the news he had just received. He grabbed his thick blanket and yanked it away. “No time to sleep, son! Come down I’ve got something to tell you.” And he left.

The young lumberjack needed a few more minutes to wake up properly. Slowly Jungkook dragged his still tired legs downstairs to where Appa sat. There was a letter laid out on the table. It must be some really big news that he had gotten, he had never seen him smile until the point his cheeks turned red.

“Son, we’ve hit the jackpot. The royal adviser himself just paid us a visit.” Suddenly Jungkook was wide awake. Royal? Why would a royal adviser come to their house deep in the forest? Do you maybe know-?

“The princess heard of our hard work and wished to have us as the deliverer of wood for her castle.” He announced happily. Jungkook sat there frozen. “She also wants to pay tribute to us and more of her people that work hard. Like the baker, the butcher and a lot more. So she invited us to her coronation and the ceremony afterwards.”

That was very, well how should Jungkook put it into words? Down-to-earth? You always valued the work of your people and respected them a lot. He remembers how often you sat in the castle's kitchen and watched the bakers and cooks do their work. For them it was their proudest moments to have their princess sit on a small stool and be excited over anything they did. Though it was only Jungkook and the workers of the castles who knew of this side of yours.

He couldn’t explain how and why but somehow rumors spread that you were a cold human. The irony. Jungkook hated the folk's talk about you. Many of them despise you She is inhuman; She treats everyone bad and shuts them out; No one inside the castle saw her ever smile in her life! Why should you smile? You lost your best friend and your parents, you were all alone and had the burden of ruling over a wide kingdom that had many huge conflicts in front of it’s gates.

Jungkook was nervous, way too nervous. Unable to let his mouth form a word, he nervously read the letter. There it was written; The royal majesty, the Crown Princess of Arendelle invites the Lumberjack and the Lumberjack's family to the ceremony of the coronation held inside the chapel and later on, in the halls of the castle.

The big halls, the place where all ceremonies were held. Jungkook could still imagine all details of the colorful walls and pillars, the heavy red curtains with these huge windows that gave the perfect view of the town with the mountains right behind it. He also could remember how you two played there in both early years of childhood. The giggles and stories you two shared. The little games you thought of, plus the trouble you got in. Your teachers could only shake their heads and had to look out for you. The princess getting hurt was a risk no one was willing to take.

A small smile crept on Jungkook’s face as he was thinking about his childhood. Though his Appa misunderstood this smile. “Exciting, isn’t it?” He clapped into his hands and stood up. “We have to celebrate this with a big breakfast!” He announced and got to work.

There were only 7 days left until your coronation. 7 days until he would meet or atleast see you again.

At night he wondered if you’d recognize him. You would, wouldn't you? You had to. Both you and him grew up together, his features must be marked in your brain. But how would you react then? Would the two of you talk? Would you approach him or should he do that? Was he even allowed to talk to the queen then? Well he was invited and it was probably appreciated to speak out his thanks for the invitation. He found himself in a dilemma. Feelings and thoughts were racing inside his brain, he was engaged with his own issues that he couldn’t concentrate on his work.

“Kookie, you seem off. What’s wrong?” Asked a female voice behind him. It was Yuna, the daughter of the town's baker. The baker and his appa were really good friends and so they had an arrangement. They would trade wood for bread. It was a very valued alliance. Yuna was 3 years younger than Jungkook, very delicate and really pretty. All the men and boys swooned over the girl, which flattered her a lot but she wished this behavior came from Jungkook. She had developed a small or a huge and heavy crush on the young man. Which girl didn’t? Soon after Jungkook worked alongside his appa he became the town's talm. Whenever Yuna brought bread to the lumberjack's cottage, she wouldn’t miss the chance to talk to Jungkook. She hoped for more between them. But everytime Yuna called him ‘Kookie’, inwardly he cringed.

You gave him the name ‘Kookie’, it was you who called him that way and he would only accept this name coming from your lips.

“Ah, Yuna. I-” “I know, I know.” She giggled innocently. “But I like calling you like this.”

Jungkook nodded defeated. He gestured for the girl inside the cottage and took the bread from her hands. Inside he placed it inside the bread basket and offered her a cold drink. It was a really hot day, the sun burned down from the sky making people sweat tremendously. Jungkook was glad that the trees offered him this much shade. It was much easier to work outside and not melt away in the sun.

Yuna sat down and took in her surroundings. She liked coming here, everything was so small inside the cottage even though the old lumberjack was a very big and broad man. As her eyes scanned the room she noticed the letter. “Oh, you are invited too?” Her loud and cheerful voice startled Jungkook. Looking over his shoulder he saw her looking at the letter and gave her sounds of approval. “Papa was invited too and promised he would take me with him!”

Yuna was as excited as a little girl. For a night, she could dine with nobles and the future queen herself. She imagined herself in a beautiful and long dress, dancing through the night with princes and other nobles. However, as she laid her eyes on Jungkook who had his back towards her, she imagined him in a suit that would make him look like an actual prince. She imagined how Jungkook would ask her for her hand and dance until their feet hurt. Thinking about this made her cheeks redden and Jungkook asked himself if she was out too long in the sun - so he gave her some cold water to drink and cool down before she went back to her own home. “I don’t think that I’ll go..?” His words made Yuna’s bubble burst in an instant.

“Why?” She asked him sadly and sent him a frown. “You have to! The queen invited you, that would be very rude of you towards her.”

Jungkook had to chuckle softly. “Might be, but I am not sure if I am welcome there.” Yuna couldn’t understand. Why would she invite him then and why would he even think that way. He was a hard working, cute and hands- a hard working lumberjack! He had to get his well earned honor from the queen. “However, drink up before you go. It’s important to stay hydrated out there in the heat of this summer.”

Jungkook hurried back outside where he left his work unattended for too long. He could have sworn that the minutes he spent inside, it got even hotter outside, so as soon as he threw his shirt on the ground, he started to chop the wood lined up before him. He had to calm his nerves down. It completely wrecked him that he would meet you again or at least see you again from afar. He was scared of your reaction, scared of what would happen after that night. He actually knew what would happen - the hole inside his chest would grow bigger. That, he was sure of.

The day finally came, it had to come after all. Jungkook and his appa wore the best suits that they could get. Everything felt like back then. The smell of the chapel, the well polished wood, the thick curtains and the smell of melted wax filled his nostrils.

Jungkook was seated alongside his appa in the back of the chapel. People of his status weren’t allowed to be in the front. Nobles, other kings and queens and important politicians sat there and watched you taking your vows.

He couldn’t see you, just a few glimpses of your back. You wore a deep marine blue dress with a long trail. He could see a few golden ornaments stitched on it, similar to the kingdoms emblem.

Closing his eyes he listened to the choir singing softly in the back of the chapel. It really did feel like his childhood, only that he was much taller now. The sudden movement around him made him snap his eyes open. Everyone stood up to pay their respects as you slowly made your way outside to greet the people waiting in the streets. It was then where he could finally see your face again. His heart skipped a beat or two. You grew up to be a very beautiful woman. Your facial structures got sharper but yet were very soft. Your big eyes sparkled in the light and your plump lips looked so.. Jungkook really couldn’t find words. He was truly enchanted by your beauty. The few seconds he could see you felt like long minutes for him and suddenly a roar of cheers, screams and applause was heard. You reached outside to the front and slipped away from Jungkook’s gaze.

He wanted to see you again, see you much closer.

The food, like always, was fantastic. Everyone was seated around many round tables. Jungkook never saw the main hall filled with so many people, he did wonder if everyone could fit in here. Looking around he saw the guests chatting and laughing, a few were eating while others were dancing to the music that was played by the castle's orchestra. At this point Jungkook couldn’t tell which status a person was, everyone looked so neat and expensive in their dresses and suits. He wondered if the person that was talking to appa was a noble, maybe even a king or just a simple man that worked somewhere in the town. Maybe another baker? Maybe someone who built houses or furniture, but his hands were way too clean for that. Those hands didn’t belong to a worker, it must be someone of a higher status than Jungkook was.

During the entire day Jungkook caught himself thinking about his childhood among these walls and it made him feel nostalgic. A small smile crept on his face. He felt warm, he felt at home even after so many years, even after he got robbed of this place.

As the music came to a halt, an announcer made its way to the front where the throne stood. There was little change over the past years. Jungkook remembered two large chairs, for the late queen and king but now there was only one, yours. An awful, displeasing feeling filled Jungkook’s chest. It reminded him of the death of your parents, it was a strange sight.

“... Her Majesty, the Queen y/n of Arendelle!” Trumpets started to play and everyone in the room bowed down to greet the queen entering the hall.

Jungkook tried to get a glimpse of you but as he straightened again his view was blocked with the backs of your guests.

Though he was a little scared, because of his own feelings, he just had to see you again. It was like something pulled him towards you. Preferably he would have run to you and taken you in a big, tight hug and never let you go. He just missed you so much. He didn’t think that the agony inside his heart would be this strong but yet here he was, longing for you more and more each second he stood there knowing you were in the same room as him.

But he had no chance to talk to you. How could he? He couldn't just walk up to you and greet you like nothing had happened. He wasn’t allowed to get near you, well he thought so.

Jungkook’s appa appeared in front of Jungkook and grabbed him by the arm. “I’ve finally found you, son! Come, come I want to talk to the queen.”

“W-wait! A-appa no, we just can’t-” But that was no use. His appa had already dragged Jungkook to you and took a deep bow. Jungkook however stood there frozen. From up close, to his surprise, you were even more beautiful he couldn’t believe it.

Seconds passed and he still couldn’t move a bit even the people around him noticed his strange behavior and a few of them started to whisper.

“Son, what are you doing? Take a bow, goddamn.” gritted Appa through his teeth, hoping you wouldn’t hear him.

Though something also shifted inside you. You didn’t, never in a million years would have expected him, out of all people, standing there. You tried to fight your tears, smile, excitement whatever you were feeling right now, but you had to act cool. You couldn’t let your guard down.

“Your majesty, me and my son are highly thankful for your invitation. We are truly proud to call you our queen.” Appa told you, which you answered with a soft smile and a little bow of yourself to show your gratitude towards the men. “May I ask what kind of job you are practicing?” - “Oh, we are the town’s lumberjacks and make sure everyone is warm and cozied up during the cold winter, because who would want to be in the cold anyway?” His appa joked and you tried to give a smile. Sure, he’s right. People preferred to have it warm instead of a cold home. You didn’t quite know, but his words hurt you a little. If people knew about your secret, would they still accept you as a queen. You definitely heard what people said about you, that you turned into a cold person but they blamed it on the death of your parents. You didn’t want that. You wanted your folk to accept you and that’s why you invited the most important people from your kingdom, you wanted to show them that you aren’t a cold hearted girl that lived locked up in her castle - no, you wanted to show them that you are different and so you started with your gratitude towards them.

“I understand.” You said softly. “Thank you very much for your hard work.” First you looked to Appa’s direction but then shifted to Jungkook. You smiled and bowed towards him.

Jungkook’s heart was beating in his throat, he felt it. The words he wanted, actually had to say were struck somewhere between his throat and stomach and the moment you smiled at him. Boy, he wished he could just disappear right there.

Just how fast Jungkook and Appa approached you, they already had to leave again. Other guests wanted to speak to their majesty as well.

He sighed deeply, “Son, are you okay?” Of course Appa would notice how strange his son acted. His wrinkled eyes gazed worriedly upon the younger male. “Are you sick? Unwell? Maybe you need some fresh air? ”

“No, no. I am okay, I was just nervous meeting the… queen.” Jungkook would perhaps never grow accustomed to calling you that. For him you were still his little princess, his best friend. Appa laughed, his deep raspy voice echoing through the hall. The grip of his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, a fathery gesture, made him calm his senses a bit.

“Hello Jungkook!” It was a female’s voice. He immediately recognized this as Yuna’s voice, who came running over with a huge smile on her face. Jungkook sighed again, earning a nudge from his Appa. “You look really handsome. God, this place is so beautiful. I still can’t believe that I am in the same room as the queen!” She squealed, excitedly.

However, whilst Yuna was talking about her admiration towards you, other voices were heard in the background. “You monster!” It was a males voice, much older than Jungkook he supposed. “I-I am sorry. Please.”

This was your voice, sounding scared and trembling. You were definitely in distress and Jungkook knew what this meant. He made his way through the crowd and saw how a man, probably in his mid sixties, was almost throwing himself at you. Luckily the guards separated you from the man. “She is a monster, she needs to be locked up!” He screamed into the room, confusion started to grow and whispers were heard. They saw that the man’s hand was covered in ice, but how could that happen?

You could only shake your head. If the man won’t stop screaming at you, you won’t be able to control yourself anymore. Anxiety started to grow within you, it felt like it was choking you.

“You shouldn’t trust the queen, one day she will snap and kill all of you!” That was enough for Jungkook. It was like his brain stopped working, but he had to protect you. He walked up at the man and practically towered over him, his eyes were piercing though his stupid looking face. “Stop talking to her like this, you don’t know her at all.” The old man, a noble that wore his emblems proudly on his chest, looked up at the younger man. How dare he talk to a noble in this tone?

“You should be locked up with her, you discourteous brat.” Hissed the old noble and called his own guards, that travelled with him to protect himself. They grabbed Jungkook both his arms, they were ready to do god knows what with Jungkook.

You just couldn’t stand there and watch him getting dragged away, you had to do something. Though you should think before you take action. You just wanted to raise your hand and shout for them to stop, when suddenly all three men slipped on the cold ice, you finally realised what you have done. The people around looked at you with fear, few taking steps back. “I-I didn’t want that! I am sorry, really.” You held your own arms, in fear of another accident only to be yanked around by the old men. You didn’t want to hurt him again and yet you accidentally attacked him, making him fall down with a screech. Your eyes widened at the sight.

Everything happened so fast, people were screaming and trying to get away from you. They were scared you would attack them too. Guards from other kingdoms ran up to you, ready to tackle you down if you’d try to perform your dangerous magic again. The only way to prevent these men from capturing you, was to run away.

Every step you took, every frame, every door you touched was immediately covered with ice. You however didn't notice what you were doing, putting your kingdom into a cold winter - during summer.

“Son. Son! Are you okay?” Appa made his way through the panicked crowd, searching for Jungkook and whilst he helped a few people that fell to the ground due to the crowd pushing others and running around. Soon he found Jungkook and pulled him up into a tight hug. “God, what were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt!”

“It’s okay, she would never hurt me.” His appa and Yuna, who shortly joined him, didn’t understand Jungkook. How would he know that? “I mean, I felt like it, you know?” He added quickly upon seeing their flustered faces. Appa studied Jungkook’s face. He never had seen Jungkook act like this for someone else. Maybe there was more behind it, something he would never understand as long as Jungkook wouldn't open up about his past.

Jungkook gazed longingly towards the doors where you had escaped through. “I need to find her.” He mumbled under his breath. Yes, it was his duty to go and find you. He had to. This time he should act like your best friend and finally help you. “Appa, I have to go and find y/n- the queen!”

“No Jungkook that’s too dangerous!” Now it was Yuna talking to him, she didn’t understand why he would go out there and risk his life for someone he didn’t know personally.

He shook his head at her remark. Of course it was dangerous, he knew that but he would willingly put himself in danger for you. A strong hand landing on his shoulder distracted his attention from Yuna to the owner of said hand. His appa looked at him with admiration in his eyes. They were soft and warm, like always. “Be careful, okay?” That was everything he had to tell his son, he knew nothing could stop him from going out there to find you.

Jungkook didn’t have much time, he had to hurry to at least intercept you before you would disappear somewhere never to be found again. That’s something he feared a lot, not being able to find you anymore.

Running outside, a sudden cold hit Jungkook. He didn’t notice the world being laid under deep snow and the air being ice cold, so cold that it hurt his skin. It must have been you who did that. While other people were scared of the sudden winter outbreak, Jungkook was fascinated about what your powers could do.That was something he could care about later, now he had a duty to face. He had to find you.

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