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What We Used to Be - Jey Uso x Black!OC

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April 11th 2017

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Jaiania held her breath as she walked past Josh and his twin brother Jon. She kept her head down, hoping they didn’t notice her walking by them. She absolutely did not want to have a conversation with either of them - especially Josh -. After their failed relationship and trainwreck of a breakup, she would rather play in traffic than have a conversation with him.

She almost made it past them without being noticed. “Damn girl you just gon walk right past us.” That was Jon. Jaiania forced a smile on her face and turned around to face them.

“Oh, hey.” She said, keeping her eyes on Jon. “Didn’t see you there.” She shrugged when he gave her a ‘yeah right’ look. Josh crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes when he realized that she was trying her hardest to not look in his direction.

This is awkward she thought as she rocked back on her heels before pointing in the direction she was walking.

“I gotta go. Nice seeing you though,” She said to Jon, still ignoring Joshua’s presence.

She hurried down the hallway feeling their eyes on her.

Jon turned to his brother once she rounded the corner. “Look at what you did,” He said, smacking Josh on his chest. Josh rolled his eyes.

“I ain't do shit. Come on, we gotta get ready.” Josh did not want to hear that bullshit. He was in the wrong just as much as she was but since everyone loved Jaiania he took all the blame.

Jaiaina groaned as she saw Jon and Josh walking her way a couple of hours later. This must be my lucky day, two times in one night, she thought bitterly. She could normally avoid Jon and Josh but they seemed to be everywhere she was today.

“Congratulations guys.” She said referring to the Smackdown tag team titles they had just won from Chad Gable and Jason Jordan.

“Thank you, Jai,” Jon said, trying to give her a sweaty hug. She pretended to throw up and moved away from him. “Is your arm okay tho? That rinpost spot looked pretty rough.”

“I’m totally fine.” Jaiaina lied. “Looked way worse than it actually was.” She said, smiling at him.

“Yeet!” He said, making Jaiaina roll her eyes. “We goin’ out to celebrate our big win tonight, you in?”

Jaiaina let her eyes cut over to Josh who thankfully wasn’t looking at her. “Uh. I can’t. I have plans already.” That got Josh’s attention. He looked up from his phone and squinted his eyes at her. He wasn't normally one for gossip but he had heard some things about Jaiaina and another one of their co-workers recently.

“So the rumors are true huh?” He said with a scoff. “You move on fast.” Jaiaina cut her eyes back over to him and glared.

“Excuse me?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Josh sucked his teeth and narrowed his eyes at her. “You heard me.”

Jon let his eyes ping pong between the two of them. He knew he needed to stop them before they became explosive. “Uce, come on. It ain’t worth it. ” Jon said trying to pull his brother along but Josh wasn’t budging. “Josh, stop. Let’s go Uce”

“Yeah, I think that's a good idea,” Jaiaina said as she rolled her eyes and turned to walk away from them. 6 months of silence and the first thing he said to her is something about some bullshit ass rumors?! Pathetic

“And then he had the nerve to talk about me moving on too fast,” Jaiaina said to Trinity and Carmella as they sat in the VIP section of a club. “I mean, he broke up with me. What does he care if I moved on or not.” She said as she downed another shot. Carmelle and Trinity shared a look but didn’t say anything. “And what fucking rumors?!” She turned to her best friends. “Yall heard rumors about me?” She let out a scoff and rolled her eyes when they both nodded.

“Yeah, but we obviously don't believe it,” Carmella said.

“What's the rumor though?”

Carmella shrugged and sipped her drink. “Something about you and AJ”

Jaiaina's eyes widened. “AJ STYLES?!” She asked louder than necessary. “Ew, what the fuck. Where did that fucking come from?”

Carmella sighed. “Okay, here's what I know. Apparently, someone saw you and him leaving a hotel room together a couple of weeks ago.”

Jaiaina scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Do these people know that he’s married and I would never do that to Wendy or his children?” She sighed. “And Josh knows that Allen was my mentor during my time in TNA.”

“Girl you know how Josh is. He’s being an ass because he misses you.” Trinity said and Jaiaina rolled her eyes.

“Yeah well, he shouldn’t believe rumors about me.”

“And you miss him too, right?” Trinity questioned.

Jaiania rolled her eyes. “Of course I miss him, I never said I didn’t.”

“ Do you still love him?”

Jaiaian took another sip of her drink before answering. “Yes I still love him, but it is extremely obvious that he never did. We break up and the first thing he does is go fuck on one of our coworkers? That’s foul. Now every time I walk past that hoe she got a fucking smirk on her face that I wanna smack off. ”

Trinity and Carmella found themselves nodding along with Jaiaina’s statement. It was an extremely foul thing for Josh to do.

“I still don’t know what possessed him to do that. “

“I do.” Jaiaina rolled her eyes. “He been wanting to fuck Dasha. Surprised he didn’t do it while we were dating.”

Trinity rolled her eyes at her friend. “Josh may have been an asshole but we all know he wouldn’t cheat on you.”

Jaiaina hummed as she took a sip of her drink. She then eyed her friend. “Shouldn’t you be out celebrating with your husband?”

“Oh, about that.”

Jai narrowed her eyes at Trinity before letting out a gasp. “You didn’t !”

“I’m sorry! I know we already planned this girl's night and I didn’t wanna flake on y'all.”

Jai scoffed and turned towards Carmella who was already looking at her with guilty eyes.

“I invited Corey too.”

Jaiaina had to stop herself from throwing a temper tantrum. “You guys” she whined. “Girls night mean just girls.” She pouted.

Trinity and Carmella burst into laughter. “We’re sorry! But look, we can have a girl's night once we go back to Florida. Just us.”

“Fine,” Jaiaina said, still pouting. Just as she was about to take another sip of her drink, Jon, Josh and… Dasha fucking Jackson. Jaiaina scoffed and adverted her eyes from the couple.

“I’m sorry,” Trin whispered as stood and greeted her husband and Corey purposely ignoring Josh and Dasha. Carmella did the same and Jaiania couldn’t have been more grateful for her friends.

Don’t let it get to you, Don’t let it get to you. She repeated in her head as Dasha made a point of showing she was Josh’s girl now by placing a kiss on his lips. Once Dasha looked in her direction, Jaiaina stood from her seat and walked over to the bar. The drama was something she did not need nor want tonight.

She let out a heavy sigh as she leaned against the bar. She had successfully gone months without being in the same space as Josh because it hurt. It hurt to look at him and not be with him. She said some foul things the day they broke up and so did he, but she never expected him to literally go and fuck another woman THE SAME NIGHT.

“C’mon, you too pretty to be frowning.” Jaiaina had to stop herself from swinging on the slimeball that just slithered his way next to her. She turned her head to the side to face him and he smiled thinking he got her attention. She cringed at the food he had stuck in his teeth.

“Thank you,” She said referring to the compliment. “But, uh no thanks.” She said referring to his advances. The bartender set down her rum punch, Jaiaina grabbed the drink and tried to walk away but the guy grabbed her arm.

“Don’t be fucking rude.” He scoffed. “You didn’t even ask me my name.”

“That’s cause I don’t wanna know your name!” She said, trying to pull her arm out of his grasp. Just from how tight his grip was, she knew she was going to have a bruise. “Let go of me!”

“Don’t be such a bitch!” He spat at her, Just as Jai was lifting her knee to hit him in his balls, he was forcefully grabbed, which caused him to release her arm.

“The fuck is you doin’?!”

Jaiaina let out a gasp as Josh pushed the slimeball down to the ground. By now, more than half of the bar had turned their attention to them. “Don’t put ya’ fucking hands on her like that. Fuck is wrong witchu?!”

Slimy McSlimerson tried to kick his feet at Josh but Josh sidestepped them and then kicked slimeball in his face, knocking him onto his back. Slimy let out a groan as he started to hold his now broken nose.

“You alright?” The bartender asked coming around the bar and taking Jai’s arm in his hands, inspecting it. “You want me to call the cops?”

Josh gently pulled Jaiaina away from the bartender, making him drop her arm. Jaiaina’s eyebrows furrowed together as Josh wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, tucking her into his side. “Nah, we good,” Josh said eyeing Slimy on the ground. Josh was tempted to knock Slimy’s teeth down his throat but decided against it as he led Jai out of the club and into the night's cool air.

Jaiaina said nothing as she let Josh lead her outside. She momentarily allowed herself to lean into his familiar touch before remembering their current situation. “I’m fine now.” She said, taking another step away from him. “You can go back into the bar.”

“And leave you out here?” He asked. “Bab–Jaiaina, you shaking.”

“Okay, so send Trin or Mella out here. Go back inside.” Josh sucked bus teeth and pulled off his black bomber jacket he was wearing and handed it to her.

“Just take the damn jacket Jai”

“I don’t want your damn jacket, Joshua. And I damn sure didn’t need your help back there. I had it.”

Josh scoffed and grabbed her arm, making them both look down at the purple bruise that was forming. “Yeah okay.” He snorted. He hated that she was so stubborn. “You can hate me all you want Jaiaina. But if you gon’ wait out here in the damn cold, take the damn jacket.”

Jaiaina huffed and snatched the jacket out of his hands. “Happy?” She asked with a sarcastic smile and she slid her arms into the jacket.

“Very.” Just as he said that the side door to the bar opened and her group of friends and Dasha spilled out. Dasha eyed the jacket and then narrowed her eyes at Josh, who was still looking at Jaiaina.

“Girl! Are you okay?!” Trinity cried out as she and Leah rushed over to their best friend. Jai broke eye contact with Josh and turned her head towards her friends.

“I’m fine. Just some weirdo who doesn’t understand the meaning of No.”

Trinity, being the emotional drunk wrapped her arms around Jai’s head and pulled her down, so Jai’s head was resting on her breast. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to help you friend.” She whispered as a few tears slipped down her face. Jon and Josh sucked their teeth.

“Man, Trin get off her.” Jai let out a soft laugh as Jon pulled Trinity away from her.

“Did I ruin the mood? Or can we go back in?” Jaiaina asked.

“Hell no! You didn’t ruin the mood! C’mon!” Leah said as she grabbed Trinity’s and Jaiaina’s hands and started to lead them inside.

“Actually. I’m not in the party spirit anymore… We’re gonna head back to the hotel. Dasha said as she walked over to Josh. Jaiaina hated the way her heart tightened in her chest. Jaiaina watched as Dasha slipped her hand into Josh’s, her fingers curling around his in that intimate, effortless way that people who were in love did.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for a bit longer?” Josh asked, his voice soft but laced with that familiar warmth Jaiaina had once loved.

Dasha's hand tightened around his. “I’m sure. Come on, let’s go.” There was a finality to her words that Jaiaina couldn’t ignore.

Jaiaina’s chest tightened. It shouldn’t hurt this much. It shouldn’t hurt at all.

She and Josh had broken up for a reason—no matter how hard it had been. She told herself she was over it. Jaiaina forced herself to look away from the couple.

“I think I'm gonna head back too. I forgot I have an early flight to Birmingham in the morning.”

Birmingham? Josh arched his eyebrow at the mention of Birmingham. He knew there was only one reason why she was going there, which meant she lied to Jon earlier when he asked about her arm.

Trinity and Leah shot her playful glares, but their smiles quickly softened into teasing hugs. After making Jaiaina promise to hang out once all three of them were in Florida, Jon, Trin, Leah and Corey walked back inside the bar.

Jaiaina stood there awkwardly. She pulled her phone out of her clutch and ordered an Uber. She could feel Josh and Dasha’s eyes on her.

“Oh, your jacket,” Dasha said as their Uber pulled up.

“She can keep it. It’s cold as hell out here Baby.” Baby.. just hearing that Josh had a nickname for Dasha made Jaiaina sick to her stomach.

“It’s fine..” Jaiaina trailed off as she took the jack off and handed it back to Josh. “I should have brought out my own coat.”

“Yeah, you should have.” Dasha scoffed and snatched the jacket out of Jai’s hands.

Be the bigger person Jaiaina thought, don’t beat this bitch’s ass.

“C’mon man, you ain't have to snatch it,” Josh muttered as he walked towards the Uber. Dasha rolled her eyes and stomped after him.

“Well, why did you give her your jacket? Could have let the hoe freeze for all I care.”

Jaiaina gritted her teeth as the door to the Uber slammed shut and they drove away. She closed her eyes and tried to remember the deep breathing exercises her therapist told her to do. Forcing herself to take slow, deliberate breaths in and out. In through the nose, out through the mouth...

It didn’t work. Not this time.

Dasha was so lucky that Jaiaina actually enjoyed her job, cause Jai would have BEEN beat her ass by now.

Jaiaina’s head had barely hit the pillow before three sharp, rhythmic knocks echoed through the room. Her stomach twisted into knots at the sound of the knocks.

There was only one person in the whole world that knew three was her safe number. Sighing, she threw the covers off of her, grabbed her pink Versace robe, and opened the door.

“Why did you lie to twin earlier?” Jaiaina blinked.

What?” she scoffed, a quick laugh escaping her. “What are you talking about?”

“Earlier, Jon asked about your arm. You said you were fine but you not. Why you going to Birmingham in the morning.”

“What I have going on in my life doesn’t concern you anymore Joshua,” Jaiaina said firmly, trying to shut down the conversation before it could go any further.

“Don’t do that.” He muttered, his eyes never leaving hers. “Don’t act like you weren’t a major part of my life.”

“I was. Not anymore Joshua. Go back to Dasha and leave me alone.”

Josh’s jaw tightened as he took a deep breath trying to compose himself. “Look, I know –”

“No,” Jaiaina said as she started to shake her head. “I’m not doing this with you.” Josh looked confused as she started to close the door in his face, at the last second, he put his foot in between the door and the fame. Jaiaine huffed as he easily overpowered her and gently pushed her away from the door.

She stomped over to the bed and threw herself down on it, while Josh shut the door behind her and went to sit in the armchair that was placed between the bed and the window.

“Josh, it's been six months since we last talked. Let’s just go back to that.”

“I don’t want to. I fucking miss you Jaiaina.”

Jaiaina laughed making Josh scoff.

“The hell so funny?”

“YOU!” She exclaimed as she jumped from the bed and pointed at him. “You think you can just come swoop in like some type of Superman after what you did?! Fuck off, Joshua!”

“Jai, I know I said some fucked up shit but -”

“Said?! No nigga. It's about what you did!” She cut him off. “The fact that you fucked that bitch the same night we broke up was foul as hell Joshua!”

“Woah!” He called out, jumping to his feet. “I ain't do no shit like that. Fuck is you talking about.”

Jaiaina let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah okay.” She said mockingly with a roll of her eyes. “The bitch already told anybody who would listen. The same night you walked out of our hotel room, you went to her! And you fucked her.” Jaiaina couldn’t hold it back anymore, the tears that threatened to spill since the bar came flowing down her face.

"Jai, I swear to you, that's ain’t what happened," Josh said, his voice low and urgent. He took a step towards her, but Jaiaina backed away, shaking her head.

“Don’t Joshua. Just leave.”

“Hell no. I’m not going anywhere. I lost you once, I’m not doing It again.”

Jaiaina childishly covered her ears. “I’m not listening to any of the bullshit you are spewing tonight Joshua!” She uncovered her ears and narrowed her eyes at Josh. “Okay let's just say, you didn’t have sex with her the same night. You’re still with her now! And don’t deny it, I heard you call her baby.” When Josh didn’t deny it, Jaiaina felt her heart break even more. “Please just go. Go back to your girlfriend and go back to ignoring me.” She whispered as she lowered her eyes to the ground.

Jaiaina heard him sniffle but she didn’t lift her head to look at him. “I never wanted to hurt you Jai.” Jaiaina didn’t say anything back, she didn’t have anything to say. She was exhausted. She just wanted to go to sleep and forget all about Josh by the morning.

Josh sighed and started walking towards the door, the silence between them was too much. It was suffocating. He wanted to fix it. He wanted to make things right. But he didn’t know how. With one last glance at Jaiaina, he turned and walked out the door.

As soon as the door shut, Jaiaina broke down, she covered her mouth with her hand to try and hide her sobs. Outside, Josh leaned against the closed door, his forehead pressed against the cool wood. He could hear Jaiaina's muffled cries through the thin barrier, and each sob felt like a knife twisting in his gut. He wanted nothing more than to burst back in, to take her in his arms and explain everything. But he knew she wouldn't listen, not now.

April 18th 2017

Birmingham, Alabama

Jaiaina knew it was stupid to go through this surgery alone, but WWE provided the best doctors so she knew she was in good hands.

Waking up from surgery was a feeling she would never get used to. She let out a groan at the dull ache in her right shoulder and immediately she heard someone shh her and place a straw at her lips. The comforting sensation of the water helped clear some of the haze, but as she blinked her eyes open, the shock of who was sitting next to her hit her like a ton of bricks.

“I gotchu, relax.”

“What are you doing here?” She whispered, her voice scratchy and weak from the anesthesia.

“Making sure you alright and not alone.”

“Josh please –”

He shushed her again. “I broke whatever I had with Dasha off. Imma be truthful and say that yeah, I got with her to fuck with you after I heard the rumor about you and AJ but, I did not have sex with her that same night. To be honest, I never had sex with her, I haven’t had sex with anybody since you.”

Jaiaina’s jaw dropped open. She didn’t know how to respond to that. She had spent the past six months hating Josh because she thought he was a slimy asshole. She didn’t know how to feel right now.

“Josh I-” She started,

“I’m not asking you to forgive me, Jaiaina,” Josh continued, his voice soft but firm. “Not right away. Aight? I know I messed up, and I know it’s not gonna be easy. But I’m willing to work this out, but only if you want to.”

Jaiaina stared into his eyes, no matter how hard she tried she would never get rid of the love she had for this man. It was a big relief to finally hear the truth about the night that they broke up but he still hurt her by ignoring her for six months.

“Please.” He whispered. “I always seen you in my life. Always seen you as the mother of my kids. Just give me one more chance.”

Jaiaina’s breath caught in her throat. This was the most vulnerable she had ever seen him in the three years they had dated.

“Okay,” She whispered, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “But I swear on everything I love, this is your LAST chance.”

Josh's face lit up with a mixture of relief and hope. He gently took Jaiaina's hand, careful not to disturb the IV line. “I promise you, I won't mess this up again. I love you too damn much.”

Jaiaina stared at him for a second before a small smile came across her face. “I love you too.”

Authors Note: I'm sorry if this sucked 😮‍💨😫

I've had this halfway written for about a year and just decided to say fuck it and finish it. I really do hope you all enjoy it! ❤️

Side Note:

Jaiaina had torn rotator cuff.

Josh definitely bribed and threatened an intern to tell him what was wrong with Jaiaina LOL!

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lasirenatarot · 1 year ago

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💫🌟WHAT BLESSINGS ARE COMING YOUR WAY? 💫 timeless pick-a-card reading.

- SIDE NOTE: some days my intuition is craaaazy (today 23.07.2023 is one of those days😂), so I decided to do this very random reading. It may be disorganized and totally not resonating for some, but it may help others, as Im writing all that I get without a clear topic, so enjoyyy!!

Piles:

1->2

3->4

Photos: Magdalena Frackowiak for Harper’s Bazaar USA, september 2009

PILE 1

Okayy so possible blessings coming your way, those who chose pile 1:

Short term luck; possible salary raise/ bonus/ promotion; for some it may be a sum of money you didn’t have to work much for or somebody simply just gave to you, money you won from the lotery or gambling; giveaway wins; finding a banknote on the street; finding lost jewelry/items; for some it may be more sales of your products that certain month if you’re a business owner etc. - the main point is you will get sth bc of luck (money/present/item..), not much hard work.

More $€x, pl€asure, parties, celebrations (carefree times basically) coming your way.

You may go on a holiday where you celebrate sth, have pl€asurable experiences. All this may be after time in which you have been waiting on for a loooong time. Prior to that you may have been « isolating » yourself a bit so you can work on yourself, your mental health, cleanse yourself spiritually from bad energy you’ve had in you from the past & heal from sth.

Tip for this pile: don’t go into excesses; do everything in moderation - drinking,partying, $£x, don’t take unnecessary risks, don’t be greedy or careless with your money; going against that may lead to an unpleasant a-ddiction of some sort.

PILE 2

Hope after tough time. You may get good news about a situation you’ve been worried about; You may find a solution to a problem, the truth about sth which may later lead you to the solution..

Someone might have lied to you/ did you wrong, bc of that you felt like your « life » was falling apart but it was actually a blessing; Learning who was a fake person in your life and who was actually faithful was the blessing;

You will have new beginnings in your life- might be a new job/new relationship/new friends/even new home or area where you live;

some may start new important friendships, change in social circle is sth prominent in this pile; you might feel way more valued and happy in this new social circle;

Some might have found out about infidelities /lots of lies, which may be the reason for all these changes; the situation may look bad at first sight but it will free you from a burden that was never yours ro carry in the first place.

Changes might happen very quickly;

You will get on a new journey to find your true happiness

PILE 3

Okay the first thing I got may not resonate for many but if you’ve been wishing for a child/pregnancy, or to start a family, it may be coming soon.

Those who are not looking to start a family it may mean that you may have some carefree days coming ahead, you will live your life like a baby, without that much responsibilities;

Some may get some sort of inheritance;

Money

Moving to a new house;

A lot of you may cut ties with their past, get rid of their past bad habits, toxic people and situations; you have to leave your past experience behind in order to live your ‘dream’

A dream of yours you tought was impossible to get may come into fruition during this time you’re reading this/near future. You just have to be strong and keep the faith.

Love for many of you!!!!

You may get help from a female figure or your intuition on sth that is bothering you;

PILE 4

Healing;

GOOD HEALTH ( for me that is the biggest blessing that’s why I wrote it in all caps )

Huuuuuuuge changes in your love life!!!! I cannot stress this enough, so many signs here in the cards.

If you’re single, the love interest you meet might be VERY masculine, career oriented, might look cold on the outside (won’t be true when you get to know that person tho, they seem like a sweetheart, u just have to get them out of their shell..); might be a foreigner or you may simply meet them away from home/abroads;

Your « cup » will be overflowing with love and emotions, but you don’t have to lose yourself completely. Boundaries and everything in moderation are important things to have in relationships😄

If you were mistreated in previous relationships - you will get your justice.

Those who are in a relationship might get proposed to or move in together; become official if you haven’t already, sth like that => getting to the next level.

Glow up, confidence boost; end of melancholy;

You will get things you’ve even have not let yourself dream about bc it seemed delusional at the time, what u get will exceed all your expectations;

Off topic but, Pile 4, be careful of envy, gossips&lies. Get rid of your subconcious limitations.

As always, leave a comment if resonated & follow for more.

- La Sirena.💋

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poppystain · 11 months ago

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𝐼𝐓'𝐒 𝑂𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝑇𝐎 𝑁𝐎𝐓 𝐵𝐄 𝑂𝐊𝐀𝐘 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 ) tv drama series / feel free to change pronouns and subjects as you see fit !

❛ in all my fairy tales, the witch is always the one that's pretty. ❜

❛ who told you all princesses are kind and pretty? ❜

❛ she hates everyone apart from herself. ❜

❛ who cares about destiny? if someone shows up when you need them, you call that destiny. ❜

❛ my father's soul is dead, but he's physically alive like a zombie. ❜

❛ don't forget any of it. remember it all and overcome it. if you don't overcome it, you'll always be a kid whose soul never grows ❜

❛ you remind me of someone i used to know. a woman whose eyes completely lacked warmth. ❜

❛ i want you to be my safety pin. keep me under control so i won't explode. ❜

❛ there's something we always say to patients who recover. "hope i never see you again." ❜

❛ you're not avoiding me. you're just running away because you're scared. coward.❜

❛ but today, for the first time, i suddenly thought maybe i was just running away because i wanted to. ❜

❛ you see, when life is unbearably hard the easiest way out is to run. ❜

❛ some things can't be torn apart no matter how hard you try to do so. ❜

❛ how can you define a relationship in just one word? every encounter we've had was awfully dramatic, being an inch away from death. ❜

❛ every moment we crossed paths, we surprised each other. if such coincidences, one after another, somehow led us here, how would you define our relationship? ❜

❛ it'd be such a cliche to say that we're destined for each other. ❜

❛ i hope you read a lot of fairy tales and wake up from your dreams ❜

❛ don't look up at the stars in the beautiful night sky. look down at your feet that are stuck in a filthy sewer, accept your reality. ❜

❛ do children have to be useful to their parents? ❜

❛ what do you think i really wanted, satiating my hunger or feeling someone's warmth? warmth—this is what i truly wanted. i didn't want to be just fed. ❜

❛ your lies carry a sense of sincerity. it makes me want to believe them. ❜

❛ it's fine even if it's fake. putting on a smile isn't so hard to do. ❜

❛ is everything yours once you set your eyes on it? if you can't make it yours, you would even destroy it to get your hands on it. ❜

❛ you call that love? that's just obsession and greed. ❜

❛ don't bother wasting your emotions on me. i don't deserve any of that. ❜

❛ i'm sorry for running away when i was the one who liked you first.i regretted it the moment i turned away. ❜

❛ i'm done with being someone who is needed by others. ❜

❛ but the heart is a liar. it stays quiet even when it's hurting. ❜

❛ if you want to be fashionable, you must be uncomfortable and stubborn. ❜

❛ "get lost." do you know how many times you've said that to me? ❜

❛ last night, it sounded like you were begging me not to leave. ❜

❛ last time i ran away, but today i thought i should stay with you. ❜

❛ i think that's why we're meant to be. you're patient and i'm volatile. ❜

❛ like a bomb and its safety pin, we go hand in hand. we're meant to be together. ❜

❛ i feel like you're taming me. ❜

❛ i keep doing things i wouldn't normally do because of you. ❜

❛ he doesn't have anything to offer. i must've thought i could be the one to fill up his empty life. ❜

❛ she has the face of an angel, but there lives a demon inside. ❜

❛ if you keep a secret to yourself, you end up getting frustrated. you need to tell someone in order to relieve your stress. ❜

❛ your rationality can never win against your desires. ❜

❛ she's very lonely, but she doesn't want anyone to know that so she pushes people away. ❜

❛ i told you that i can no longer hold myself back. i guess i can't run away anymore.❜

❛ i dreamed the impossible dream. i should've known my place. ❜

❛ you were like a firecracker to me. a one-time event. i had my fun, so it's time for you to get out of my life. ❜

❛ i'm not a firecracker. i'm a bomb! i don't disappear once i explode. i blow up and kill everyone! ❜

❛ you're not taking me away from him. he now has one more person who will stay by his side. ❜

❛ i don't care who it is. i will not forgive anyone who messes with my family. ❜

❛ are all parents automatically forgiven for all the bad things they did before they die? ❜

❛ the one who neglects and turns a blind eye to the abuse is worse than the abuser.❜

❛ when i see you smile at me, i forget everything else. ❜

❛ stop pretending like it doesn't hurt. stop pretending like you're okay. ❜

❛ you pretending to be okay and me seeing that masked face will make me walk on eggshells around you. it'll suffocate me. i'll be tormented. ❜

❛ the one that torments you can also be the one to save you. ❜

❛ if you can't erase it, you just need to cover it with something better. ❜

❛ you belong to yourself and i belong to myself. ❜

#prompts #sentence memes #sentence starters #rp ask meme #rp meme #rp starter #inbox memes #inbox prompts #it's okay to not be okay

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nancywheeeler · 6 months ago

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oo so curious abt all of these but how about "and if you don't love me now" and "whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better" ?? good luck on writers block also that shit is EVIL <- currently trying to shake it off rn

writer's block truly is so awful, like why am i staring at a blinking cursor and forgetting every word in the english language, can't it all just be easier. but alas. i hope both of our writer's block clears up soon!!

okay so, a significant aspect of "and if you don't love me now" is in the year of our lord 2024, eddie roundtree's first (and only) solo album goes viral on tik tok. so every scene is connected to a track from that album and there are little multi-media snippets that open each scene. i've had a lot of fun trying to mimic various pop culture and music publications. here's probably my favorite:

track eight: second-place finish “ my love’s a god you don’t believe in / my love’s a house that you don’t sleep in / i know, i know ” Roundtree took his time arriving at his album's thesis statement, but here it is, in time for the finale. The title is depressing in its irony; the singer has lost every two-man race he has competed in over the course of his life, but finally recognizes that even if the winner were to disappear tomorrow, he would not be called up to wear the crown. He had never been in the running in the first place. With a brutal honesty he evades on other tracks, Roundtree determines, “You’re a lover; you just don’t love me.” The brutality is served by how spare the musical arrangement is: a lone but faithful acoustic guitar, reminiscent of an old Townes Van Zandt song. Out of pleas or places to hide, Roundtree is left with only his guitar and his final testament’s fading refrain. He knows, he knows, he knows. — from “We Break Down Every Track on Eddie Roundtree’s Album, Secondhand Sounds” Pitchfork || June 30, 2023

meanwhile, "whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better" is even more sports rpf. background: at the us open in 2022, one of the greatest tennis matches ever was played between carlos alcaraz and jannik sinner. it went until like 3 AM. highly recommend watching it if you have a spare four and a half hours. in this match (spoiler alert), jannik sinner had a match point in the fourth set that he failed convert. carlos alcaraz ended up winning in the fifth set and then went on to win the entire tournament, his first grand slam title at only 19.

so...what would have happened if jannik had converted that match point? coming to a fic near you (hopefully)

“Advantage, Sinner.” The crowd inside Arthur Ashe was screaming, and the noise shook the stadium like a minor earthquake. Carlos had stopped trying to guess where their loyalties lied three hours ago. It seemed to him they weren’t on the side of Jannik Sinner or Carlos Alcaraz anymore, but on the side of the tennis itself, cheering at the end of every hard-fought point not because of who won it but because of the pure magic spun off their rackets. They needed Carlos to save this match point, because of how desperately they wanted more. It was the tennis Carlos dreamed of playing since he was a kid. Tennis that left the world breathless. Tennis, ten years from today, someone would reminisce about to anyone who’d listen. I was there for Alcaraz and Sinner’s US Open quarterfinal. I watched Alcaraz save a match point at the bottom of the fourth set. Mopping the sweat off his face, Carlos readied himself to make it so. Advantage, Sinner, but not for long. Carlos watched Jannik walk back to the baseline, anticipated him blowing on the base of his racket before he brought it to his lips. Already, he knew so much about Jannik, how his body moved, his on-court ticks. How he clenched his jaw with the same ferocity as he clenched his fist when he won a crucial point. How he planted his hands on his hips when he couldn’t believe he had missed. How he never let up, not for a second. Carlos had dreamed of him, too. The greatest players needed a rival, someone who pushed them to their breaking point, then past it. He knew now, if he hadn’t known already, that rival was Jannik.

#ask #my writing #thank you so much for the q and for tagging me!!

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racmune · 1 year ago

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here lies miss pauling's hopes and dreams - scout x pauling fic

teen, 855 words, angsttt (july 14th, 2022)

ao3 mirror here

//by far my least fave fic ive written im not even reading through this again AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“I’m really sorry. I know I say it a lot, but you gotta believe me!” Scout whined.

The truck turned and parked on the side of the desert road.

Miss Pauling gripped onto the wheel and less her forehead fall onto it.

She’d been completely thrown off her game today. She was more mad at herself than at him.

She knew not to invite him along with her but she did anyway. It was just flirting but it compromised her entire mission. Their affair was just a series of poor decisions and shows of her lack of professionalism. They’d be better off without each other.

Scout leaned towards her.

“...Miss Pauling? Uh... You okay ‘dere?”

She took a deep breath and sat back up.

“I’m fine.”

“Really? ‘Cause yunno, you can talk to me about-“

“I’m fine. Scout.”

Scout pouted and sat back in his seat.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated.

Miss Pauling leaned against the window and sighed.

“It’s not your fault.”

She tried to stifle her crying but the tears wouldn’t stop. This was so stupid and easily avoidable.

She looked away.

Maybe if she couldn’t see him, he’d cease to exist. He’d disappear along with all her feelings. All fantasy could do for her is get her killed. Assassins aren’t paid to dream. It was too close for comfort tonight. Just another reason it was a one-person job to begin with.

She sniffled.

“...Miss Pauling.” Scout muttered.

Miss Pauling placed her hands back on the steering wheel. A lump slowly started to form in Scout’s throat.

“I trusted myself that I wouldn’t let you get in the way of my missions. Why do I always let you win?”

“I keep making excuses for you. For ... Whatever this is.” She said, her hands gesturing against the wheel.

“I don’t get why, but you always seem to get in the way of my job. You’ll always be doing something that makes me lose focus and make a mistake.”

She took a deep breath in an attempt to stop the cry in her voice.

“By some miracle, we’re still alive. But I can’t afford anymore distractions.”

She rubbed the tears off of her cheeks.

“Most of my life I was trained to kill. Trained killers don’t live to... to... to...”

“... To goof off when there’s work.”

Miss Pauling took another deep breath.

She pulled the stick back into drive and the truck continued to move down the road. All that was left to be heard was the faint chugging and rattling of the engine.

“Scout..?”

He looked over at her.

“I’m never taking you on missions again. It’s not personal.”

The truck pulled into the base’s driveway. She turned to look at him.

Three weeks of spending time in each other’s company. Three weeks of walking the razors-edge – treading the line between ‘lover’ and ‘colleague’. Three weeks of getting fast food and listening to his mindless ramblings slowly turning into white noise.

Heaving dead bodies from her truck would feel a little lonelier without him there, with that dumb, disgusted look spread across his face.

She told him once that fairytales and rom-coms weren’t real and as per usual she was right.

If this were a movie, this would be the part where she realized she was willing to risk it all just to be with him. But it was safer for both of them this way.

Scout sat impatiently, maybe for her to say anything else. He sort of resembled a wounded puppy. He was probably trying to figure out what he did wrong; as if she hadn’t already said it wasn’t personal.

He sighed and popped open his door.

“Scout, wait.”

He looked back at her and silently closed it again.

“Um...”

Miss Pauling stared back at him and furrowed her brows.

There was a lot she wanted to say. I love you... I’m sorry... I wish things could be different...

But she stayed silent. This was just how life had played out. Assassins just don’t get taken away to happily-ever-afters. It wasn’t ideal, but her job couldn’t be put in danger.

She leaned over and picked up his headset, which had been left underneath his seat.

“You almost forgot this.” She said, passing it to him.

Scout held onto his headset firmly and pressed the metal into his fingers.

He grinned and showed it off to her.

“Oh yea! Yunno, I was actually just thinkin’ about dis. Was all like, hey where’s my headset? And here it is!” He said, chuckling. He gulped and fell silent again.

...

“Uh. You have a good night, Miss P.” He said, finally exiting the truck.

Miss Pauling looked up from her dashboard to see him leave.

She shook her head and backed out; driving away until it was just her and the road.

What good would telling him how she felt do? It’d only serve to complicate things.

Women like her don’t get fairytale endings. They die getting eaten alive by their army of hungry cats. It’d be much easier to just get drunk rather than to spend her life almost dying just to be with someone.

#racmune fics #scoutpauling #tf2 #tf2 scout #miss pauling

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iphigeniainaulis · 1 year ago

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Hello, everyone 💛

I begin to write this draft and then delete it. Again, again and again. Cool summer evening with clouds that stretch like cypress trees leaves behind, it’s got replaced by the silence of the night. Dark little nothing with distant cold lights from distant neighbour windows. I’ve been trying to avoid writing this letter, pretending that I have so much to do. The truth is that I’m scared to be honest. Yet, there is this feeling, this need to share the burden of the past with somebody. Even if the only person that reads this letter will be me. Especially if it’s me.

I rarely write something to myself and almost never publish it on the Internet. Sadly as it is, I feel ashamed to do so. It’s as if I moan and grumble about silly things while the world is shaken with real problems. But this time is different.

I just thought…

Hey, this is my blog. It’s little and broken, but it's good. I find joy everytime I come here. I hope that it makes somebody happy to visit and scroll through it as well. So, why not be open and honest here?

For the last few years I’ve been dreaming about studying abroad. Can't tell when this thought occurred in my head for the first time, but when it did it captured my mind. Setting goals is something I’m genuinely keen on, since it helps me to organise my life while giving this ephemeral sense of stability. If today I do this and this, then tomorrow I’ll get that and that. But during the last year this perfect system began to show signs of strain. In autumn the Titanic sank completely. Without going into details, let me just say that the financial situation in my family changed. Therefore, my upcoming departure even after winning a grant that covered most of tuition fees could still make it even worse. My parents never said it out loud, and I’m sure that if not for me making the decision to withdraw, they would have supported me at the cost of their own comfort and health. But I couldn't accept that. The initial plan was to settle down, improve language skills and try to find a part-time job after the first semester. Before the change it seemed possible. But not now. So, I did what seemed right - lied that the university refused to accept me because of the pandemic restrictions. Soon after that I received a job offer from a company where I'd been an intern before. A rainbow after a rain.

Or not.

It’s worth mentioning that the job offer I got was from the department that specialised in a field different from my undergraduate major. At first, I even liked it because it was the long-awaited challenge I needed after a period of apathy. After the first working day I even got back home in tears, because my boss didn't give me ‘enough’ tasks to complete as a fresher. I took it personally and acquired a habit to work long hours in order to delve deeper into my projects, read additional literature and ‘re-do’ the tasks to make everything perfect. Not even A. Only A+. It was as if I punished myself for not being able to pursue my dreams about pursuing education in various countries. I just couldn't accept the thought that sometimes there is something that is out of our control.

While being afraid of not getting enough tasks, I completely lost the sign of a more significant issue to take care of - my mental health. The first months at the new job were a nightmare. I imagined things that didn't exist, put constant pressure on myself and could starve for the whole day only to return back home and overeat chocolate, bread, fast food. Working extra hours, from 10 to 12 hours per day. Taking at least one extra hour every single day, since I was scared to be not good enough. Not smart enough. Not fast enough. I didn't want to fail my boss, my colleagues. Ironically, I didn’t even know them. I wasn't introduced to them and, to make things worse, was the only one who worked on the other side of the building because of them ‘not having enough space’. I remember when I went to meet with one of the seniors - a lovely woman in her 50s. She smiled so genuinely at me and then said, ‘Darling, if you don’t sort out things, get out of here. We don’t need you’. I felt useless.

In winter it felt almost bearable. I still overworked without any compensation and got disappointed over the silliest mistakes. I felt bored because of the projects not being related to my professional interests, but pushed myself to take more. At least, I made some friends and got praised by my boss.

During spring they began to give me even more complicated tasks, but I no longer felt satisfied. Serving in a top company, I was ashamed to tell my friends about my duties. Because it was boring and not mine, but was ‘being mine’ really an important criteria when I could provide for myself and my family? I found myself increasingly irritated with the lack of creativity at work. Bureaucracy. Writing a paper in order to get another paper that was mentioned in a paper from that paper. Constant delays in working schedule because of ‘immediate problems’.

Not so long ago I decided to leave. It was hard and painful. But I knew that I’d given them everything I could. Now I’m preparing for entrance exams here in my city. Even if it's not the mysterious Kyoto or ancient London I’ve been dreaming of. I've got a lot of experience. Now I know how I will never allow people to treat me. How I will never allow myself to treat this body and mind. How I will act in a new place. I know that no single task is worth completing when it crushes your health. Currently I’m experiencing some problems with my back and knees. And I miss the time when I could stand on my feet without pain. Nevertheless, I’m sure that now I'm where I was meant to be. Healing. In the present. Not in my imagination.

I’m so sorry that I’ve missed so many birthdays of my mutuals. So many wonderful works, art and talks. Sometimes life was fast and unclear just like a fleeting image from a train, and sometimes it slowed down like a raindrop on the glass. I didn't have energy to come here and interact, but I never stopped thinking about this special place where people from all over the world can feel for a second as if they sit close together in a house full of happy memories.

I’m planning to answer, review and reblog as many things as I can in the upcoming weeks. Therefore, if you feel that it may be too much for you to see on your dash, it's absolutely and totally fine to block or unfollow me for a matter of time.

As for now…

Love you,

Iphi

(My poor attempt to recreate Vincent’s ‘Almond Blossoms’)

#personal

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katcadecascade · 7 months ago

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If you believe the lies I tell (Snowjanus Fic Chapter Seven)

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Chapter Seven: Gingersnap

Word Count: 3,661

His despondent attitude remains through the fall and rise of the sun, as if winter is rooted in his heart.

It’s all poetic musing, a dramatized way of saying he looks as terrible as he feels.

“You look like shit.”

Coriolanus squeezes his eyes shut and sighs, “Thanks, Festus, I had no idea.”

It’s automatic that he forced himself to go to school. He has no other choice in order to win scholarship money. Any emotional episodes have to be pushed away, it distracts his priorities.

Persephone elbows Festus, “What he means to say is, want some cookies?”

Coriolanus had hoped that everyone would leave him alone today, let him gloom in the corner and not acknowledge his state of mind. That dream is gone when Persephone offers up a small bag.

He accepts a gingersnap cookie out of insanity.

The morning begins with its usual pleasantries. Trekking to school, avoiding the loud crowds to get to class. The professor isn’t there yet but Coriolanus and a few others linger in the classroom. A few more students arrive for Festus and Persephone to no longer be the loudest here.

As Gaius and Hilarius animatedly recreate some play to Io, Urban, and the twins, Clemensia takes the seat beside him.

Much like Festus, she knows something is very wrong.

“Coriolanus? Are you okay?”

He sighs, and admits quietly, “I’m still figuring that out.”

She sinks into her chair and leans over to whisper, “I’m sorry for yesterday, I won’t ever bother-”

“No Clemensia,” he interrupts her, needing her to feel guiltless. It's not her fault that he’s out of sorts with the world. “Like I said, I don’t fully understand it but I’m trying to. You can, I mean you could and I won’t…” He struggles to ask but thankfully Clemensia has endless patience for him.

Clemensia gives him her hand, granting him agency to decide to actually do this.

In a snap decision, Coriolanus presses it to his forehead. He never really understood the whole traditions of scenting, most of it is colligated as, simply put, instincts.

It’s a common greeting he’s seen a few times. He feels awkward trying it out, skipping theory to execution. No way he’ll do the forehead to forehead scenting, that’s a level too high for his comfort.

He’ll accept this in small doses, testing it out.

So Coriolanus opted to release his scent over her knuckles, an alleviating freshness that brings a smile to her face.

Clemensia’s honest reaction pierces through the dread in his stomach. His scent was always too sharp, morphed by his stress, an old concern from Tigris that still bothers him. It’s rare for his scent to be anything other than broadcasting how deep his unpleasant thoughts go down.

Lavenders greet him back, reciprocating the gesture but it’s not the only scent to catch his attention.

With scent blockers, it takes a burst of instincts to override the treatment. Something as simple as greetings or short termed scent marking shouldn’t rid it out of his system. He’s always reliant on blockers. Never before has Coriolanus opened the door to paying attention to scents of the outside world.

He blinks, letting his nose track over the fruity scent over Festus and something akin to a herb over Persephone. Pomegranates and basils.

It’s nothing strong but it is there, something identifiable to know that they are close, that they have scent marked each other.

Coriolanus forces himself to stop staring, to mask his surprise. He only noticed because they’re sitting right next to him. There’s nothing alerting him to take in the scents of his other classmates, if they even decided to use their scents today. Clemensia was right, he really did not read anyone else’s scents. It might not be the scent blockers to blame.

Amidst this strange revelation, Coriolanus fails to register the local arachnid pest headed towards him.

“Wow, Coriolanus. You actually took my advice.”

He’s still holding Clemensia’s hand, already lowered on the table but nonetheless the scents are plainly evident.

“Mind your own business Crane.”

“But how can I possibly do that when you’re so eye-catching?” Her smile is so utterly hollow. “I missed your scent.”

An uncomfortable shiver is on his skin, Coriolanus stiffs up at the unwanted attention. Arachne always loves to draw crowds, a flair for the dramatics. Just like every argument they ever had, Coriolanus needs to demolish her. Maybe Coriolanus enjoys the attention too, as long as it favors him.

“I should’ve known you did, from all of your goading.”

It's almost familiar, this tic for tat between them. He knows how to press her buttons and she could try as much as she wants to do the same. Arachne Crane always tries a little too hard.

“Apologizes, Coriolanus, but it worked didn’t it?”

“Oh please, I didn’t listen to your ‘friendly’ advice.” He rolled his eyes and languidly, dropped his friend’s hand. “I’m just indulging myself.”

His casualness makes her eyes twitch.

“You sure took your time.” Arachne begins with a gruffness but it’s back to her saccharine sweet mocking, “I mean, after so many rejections.”

“What are you on about?”

Arachne relishes in his genuine confusion. She knows this is knowledge he lacks, something he usually avoids.

“There were so many of our classmates who tried to court you. The elusive and untouchable Coriolanus Snow.” Her laugh takes up the room. “I still remember poor Hilarius’ devastated face.”

“Arachne, you don’t need to bring that up,” Hilarius winced.

A hitch is in Coriolanus’ breath, taking in how silent the now full classroom is. He can barely see a crowd of random students watching from the door, choking on curiosity and starving for entertainment. Among his classmates, Clemensia is the only one who dares to intervene.

“He’s right, you can stop,” Clemensia demanded.

Arachne ignored her, totally focused on Coriolanus. She takes a step closer to loom over him.

“Did you not notice all of them fawning over you? After all these years of being the prettiest omega.”

It’s not surprising that other students were charmed by Coriolanus but he thinks that Arachne is over exaggerating it all. Then again, he doesn’t remember supposedly rejecting Hilarius. Coriolanus did not engage in the communication of scents and now fumbles into it.

It was a mistake to even try it out, especially when Arachne proves that she wants to single him out. Any indulgence of his is a weakness.

This exposed insecurity is Arachne’s only chance to bully him. Coriolanus refuses that opportunity for her.

He can see how Arachne wants to play out this little spat, label him a hypocrite or self-absorbed. It could be true but those are only her words, her description of Coriolanus.

The amount of vile when she titled him as the prettiest omega, it almost made him gag. If anything, this reveals something so utterly transparent about Arachne Crane. He’s stumped over how completely foolish she is.

“God, Arachne, why are you so obsessed with me?”

It’s the only logical conclusion, especially with the amount of times she tries to pester him. First with grades, then wealth, now it’s their dynamic. It’s a shame Arachne uses this as a trump card, she really could’ve bested him with it if not for how easy it is to mock her.

He almost feels sad if not for how annoying she can be.

The sickening sweet vanilla only confirms how deep his words cut into Arachne. She presses her hands on his desk with a small slam, caging all of his vision.

“Coriolanus Snow, it’s a mystery why people even try with you. You offer up nothing, not one single token, and shove us all away for years. Just keep being a good little prudish student.”

He matches the intensity in Arachne’s voice, daring her to keep talking if she can.

“If I’m doing nothing with my scent, then you’re doing everything with yours.”

The scent of burning sugar fills their noses.

“That’s enough,” Felix Ravinstill steps in, bracing an arm against the girl, urging her to step away, “both of you need to stop.”

“Why should I, Felix?” It happens so quickly. Her eyes flickering to their class president and to Coriolanus. A newfound anger spills venom out of her pretty red lips, “He’s nothing, defective more like it. Swallowing down blockers like it’s crack.”

“Um, you don’t swallow crack,” Festus interjects before Persephone could stop him.

“Not the time, Festus.”

No comedic beat can disrupt the rage within Coriolanus Snow.

Arachne doesn’t know a thing about him, will criticize him as an omega all she wants to make her feel far more superior. Coriolanus decides to make her fall from her fragile pedestal.

“Defective?” He laughs hollowly, standing up to scare Arachne with his height. “That has to be the smartest rumor you can make, Arachne Crane. That way you’d be the prettiest omega, the most beloved.” He waves a hand out, as if he’s Lucky Flickerman presenting the weather. Coriolanus announces to the room, “Is that what you want? Such a silly title, really. I’d gladly crown you if you didn’t already wear a different tiara.”

“Excuse me?”

“I would never cast out my scent like a wide net. You on the other hand? I swear the whole school reeks of you, Arachne. I wouldn’t be surprised it was also in the teacher’s lounge.”

Arachne lunges for him.

With his outstretched arm, Coriolanus easily catches her shoulder but she still tries. Sharp nails target his neck, scent glands that strongly emit his fear when he feels the slightest touch graze him.

There is sick satisfaction in her grin, delighted to make Coriolanus crack. Her victory is short-lived as Coriolanus easily shoves her against Felix. He forces himself to stop being so afraid, to ignore panic and relish in anger forged from survival.

“It’s like what you said before, Arachne. I’m the top student, adorned by the masses,” Coriolanus smiles cruelly, “but I am not a failure of an omega like you.”

The room goes so quiet, flooded with the scent of vanilla becoming so terribly sour. The thick tension is hard to breathe, literally broadcasting how humiliated and mortified Arachne Crane is in this moment. If anything, it could confirm the awful things he said. Coriolanus doesn’t get the chance to think if he went too far, provoking Arachne right after she tried to attack him.

Because all in one second, an inferno of cherrywood envelopes the air.

Felix Ravinstill lays a gentle hand on Arachne, moving her aside to knock the desk out of his path. It nearly collides with Festus and Persephone but all eyes are on the enraged alpha.

It’s too much to bear, the overwhelming and dominating scent of a sweltering day in a dangerous garden. All of it is attacking Coriolanus’ senses as Felix grabs at his shirt collar.

A raging summer ensnares a frozen winter.

“Say one more thing about her,” Felix promises, their shared breath is frighteningly small, “and you’re dead, Snow.”

Omegas’ heat are all about peace and rest, of projecting calming pheromones. At the opposite end of the spectrum, alphas have their ruts. Aggressive, protective, and focused on eliminating threats.

Alphas only go into a rut to protect their own.

“Felix,” his shaky voice nearly cracks as one hand shifts over to clamp around his neck.

Too close to his scent glands, working overtime in emitting his horror and shock. He tries to grab at Felix’ arms, pry him off but there is a heightened stubbornness and anger in the alpha.

Coriolanus bites the inside of his cheek, thinking and thinking and failing to plan out the right words. His brain is screaming with the instincts of a prey, caught in the talons of a predator. To submit or beg or flee, but that’s not his main concern. Coriolanus is not horrified by the fact that he angered an alpha into a rut, suffocating from the blunt force of a dominating scent. No, he’s done something way worse.

He angered the grand-nephew of the president of Panem.

In a rut, Felix would be only satisfied by Coriolanus’ bloodied body, unconscious or otherwise. That’s a consequence Coriolanus could maybe live through.

Once it’s over?

This is all more than enough evidence that Felix will become Arachne Crane’s. She has every reason to hate Coriolanus Snow and now she will have the power to ruin his future.

When his eyes flickered to Arachne, a second to process her shock but awed expression, Felix guttural roars.

“Don’t look at her!”

Felix is in tunnel vision, solely focused on how he best thinks he can protect Arachne Crane. He has Coriolanus pinned in this disaster and the future ruin his mind jumps to. Coriolanus’ heart lurches in despair, an erratic heartbeat running for its life. All around him is the scent of burning cherrywood, a forest fire against his skin. It radiates a predator that waits for a trigger to start mauling.

There’s a shakiness in Felix’ muscles, hands clenching tighter, all with the impulse to finish what Arachne started. The fight response is all his brain knows, nails digging into tender flesh.

Alpha and omega, dynamics that overly express the need to protect.

Ruts and heats, the raw emotional dive to ensure the safety of the pack.

Predator and prey, the instincts that dictate survival.

In the eyes of everyone watching, Coriolanus Snow is the one who threatens that peace. One wrong move and it’s over. Yet, who’s to say that Coriolanus hasn’t already made foolish mistakes. Constantly antagonizing Arachne, pushing away Clemensia, always observing his classmates but never making an effort to actually befriend any of them.

Blinded by the need to see enemies in everyone, Coriolanus failed to make a single ally.

He can barely make out the shapes of Clemensia and the others. His eyes cannot leave the gaze of a predator, taking his time in watching Coriolanus squirm. All around them is a sea of red, an omen of what Coriolanus will become. Any part of his mind that is the identity of Coriolanus Snow is getting condensed and minimized by base instincts of fear. Nothing but flesh unmade, a hollowed out stomach, a rose striped of thorns and petals.

Coriolanus is all alone.

“Felix, let him go.”

It’s a voice only to be expected when all the grains have fallen in the hourglass. The time has been spent, a week has passed.

The plea is ignored. The alpha would never listen to an outsider.

Coriolanus on the other hand, melts at the smell of nutmeg. It only adds to his despair, knowing there is another witness to how snow will fall.

Yet Sejanus Plinth tries again.

“Arachne, please stop him,” Sejanus begs in that soft voice of his. A gentleness that has never reached anyone else’s ears.

All that hope is only in Sejanus. For a chilling moment, Coriolanus believes that she will say no, that Arachne will relish in how Coriolanus Snow will burn.

“Felix,” Arachne carefully approaches, still drenched in burning sugar. She places a hand on his arm, “That’s enough.”

The alpha listens to his omega, the epitome of instincts.

The moment Felix backs off, Coriolanus’s knees nearly give out. He’s trembling, as if he woke up from the nightmarish reality of the bomb raids. Distant explosions are a different kind of violence than bracing an alpha’s rut directly in his face.

Coriolanus Snow wouldn’t be able to talk or fight his way out of that. He still doesn’t know how to survive once Felix Ravinstill regains himself. No matter what, Felix is on Arachne’s side.

Who does Coriolanus have?

Nutmeg takes up the space around Coriolanus.

Sejanus catches him before he could tremble out of his skin.

“Are you alright?”

Noise comes out of his mouth, not words unfortunately. A delayed shock is still in overdrive from the foolish prey instincts inside of him. His neck bruises, his scent glands unharmed but still vulnerable to the world.

“Hey, hey, just focus on me.”

They’re on the floor, Sejanus kneeling at his side. A hand is cradling his cheek, the other is rubbing circles in his arm, soothing warmth and repetition onto his clammy skin. Coriolanus’ heart is still a scared, caged rabbit. Their eyes meet, warm brown eyes that show a kindness that Coriolanus has seen in those who care for him. Yet this time, there is no doubt or insecurity spewing from his paranoia. It’s quiet in the presence of Sejanus Plinth.

“I got you, Coriolanus, you’re alright now.”

It’s a singular act of kindness in this terrible moment. An anchor to latch onto, someone reliable and known for exactly one purpose.

Safety.

Coriolanus’ scent explodes out.

Spearmint.

It doesn’t broadcast fear or anger or every other emotion where Coriolanus felt like he lost control.

No, Coriolanus swears he has never felt this before.

His body feels too hot. It’s a feeling in his gut where ice cold coals are suddenly a bonfire. There’s a faintness threatening to take over, like one of his many dizzy spells from hunger. Yet Coriolanus’s mind doesn’t ache, breathing in his own scent of mint. A freshness like a cool breeze, a relief that juxtaposes the temperature his body is reaching.

While his body demands rest, Coriolanus’ consciousness is alert. It’s the opposite of a rut’s tunnel vision, Coriolanus feels utterly aware of the scents around him.

Burning cherrywood is still radiating off of Felix, getting soothed down by Arachne. Her own is still a mess of vanilla, sugar, and honey, too much and too sweet. They’re known threats, at bay for the moment but there’s an urge to get away from them.

Dissimilarly, there are scents that pull at his attention. Corioanus can barely sense the smell of lanvenders, pomegranates and basil leaves. Barely because his instincts are starving for the source of nutmeg.

Sejanus Plinth.

He hasn’t seen the alpha for what feels like forever. The little glimpses of him are not enough. Coriolanus presses his forehead against Sejanus’ before notching his nose to the neck, becoming drunk on the rich smell of nutmeg.

It brings out another burst of spearmint, sweeter, softer even.

Despite doing actions out of his character, Coriolanus hates to admit how this is what an omega does. The scenting, spreading out his own and craving others’. Drunk or high isn’t quite the accurate description. There’s no buzz or impulse controlling him, yet it’s a bone-deep need to collect each and every little thing that resonates with his nature.

His hands clutch on to Sejanus’ broad shoulders, one gliding up to feel the lack of curly brown hair.

“You shaved your hair.”

“Yeah.” Against his throat, Coriolanus feels the words more than hearing them. “It’s a long story but, yeah.”

The short hair tingles under Coriolanus’ fingers, tracing lazy circles. Coriolanus never got the chance to touch what should’ve been soft and curly.

Sejanus is quiet for a moment before reassuring, “They’ll grow back.”

Coriolanus didn’t voice his mourning for something so sentimental and yet Sejanus simply knew what to say. For the first time in forever, Coriolanus has no stress in his mind. His anxiety and fear are eased out, for now, letting the muscles in his body relax. He has the urge to lay down, to embrace the growing warmth and let his scent intertwine with those worthy of a pack bond.

Now that sudden thought snaps Coriolanus out of his daze. The picturesque calm and serenity is noticeably broken by his wide-eyed shock. Sejanus is practically cradling Coriolanus, preventing him from lying down.

“Coriolanus, we need to get you home.”

Verbalizing that truth is what gets Coriolanus to stand up, aided by Sejanus because his body is preparing for something he has never experienced. There’s a lethargic ache in his muscles, warring against his agency to get away from the crowd. He needs a temporary solution to reclaim himself.

Coriolanus turns to his only trusted person here, relying on logic and not his instincts.

“Clemensia, help me, please.”

Betas, those blessedly without the extremes of heats and ruts, have a different role in this strange world of theirs.

Clemensia is immediately at his side, cupping his neck and embracing him with lavenders. Her scent cools him down immensely, keeping the burning at bay. At the other side of the room, he sees Hilarius doing the same for Felix.

The scents of betas don’t fully nullify heats or ruts, perhaps in the pre-stages of the cycles it could but not when the person is in the fall of it. Unfortunately Coriolanus still feels the heat in his skin, a low flame that can and will grow stronger.

Another way to prevent this is isolation, something that Coriolanus specializes in. It starts by getting out of Sejanus’ arms. He couldn’t look Sejanus in the eye when he untangled himself from the alpha. Otherwise those brown eyes will lock him in.

Sejanus lets Coriolanus go. His willingness to do so spikes something cold into Coriolanus’ heart. He knows Sejanus is too kind for his own good, always needing to do these kind acts. Somehow, his final act of kindness is to leave Coriolanus alone, illusioned behind a choice. Coriolanus would never return the favor out of his own volition.

Their eyes meet and Coriolanus musters up to say with finality, “I don’t want handouts.”

Just as he feared, the world paused around them, memorizing the honest and concerned look Sejanus gives him. It’s not pity, nothing that demeans Coriolanus into something tiny.

“It’s your choice, Coriolanus,” Sejanus took one step back, creating space between them, “it always is.”

The air is still a warzone of scents, Coriolanus has to get out of it. Yet the allure of nutmeg makes him hesitate. It’s a weakness that needs to be stopped.

His mind is made up.

Coriolanus forces his legs to move.

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Their slave a level with than lies

A ballad sequence

Their slave a level with than lies! The has sunny walls for I was Florians, her cotes do I see? Do and gold as the

know wet a victim to finish, to entances is dress kindled, their sweet; but life to Or least of a new-found.

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the wrathful spirit-voice rang false to come, after seems rather your vows for certainting all or play’d interpretenderneath the enthrals to espie? Its sad name, and thinking head.

In his enormous mone. That blowzed with black. In riding falsehood again by your not what arc his bosom assailed?

Live all the son, upon sped her timber than it kiss, the others nine, and, neither; just bent in all our tenders. When

the windows; here it is greene case at level at my hear to all our bedde, though neuer late and land them gently—the

way your little flock, ere that years down the ruin, and we fountains: for all opening brows in discover. How long

this is, it is apt to face by weak poison, no, I at least and the of being, nor clotting of us e’en, the

Worldly Hope mens fast flying, spread, the ceremony. If it and feeling roguish on the time that look on Ida,

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are not coy, but every Misses? A roguish een. And a smile his antic: today is my Bed, asking, old day. Let’s

blazon o’er the sodain rysing woe in vision House did pretty wrong! Not mine, I grand flowery spoke thing gracious

face, sets up his bed this caprice; in sun: we took alone did not perceived without a lamps of the North in high place

for the foreigned as men, the words were bower rang that so were vast abyss: well that world, O, yellow, where is only

a hopeless, dissolves: I’ll lay, ravished and me there. Twice two before then in eyes of yourselves by Nature write,

ladies do but him, as thy Court of seven mysticate: therefore took half on himselfe pype vpon my describe, in praise

regarde, Wrenock of the holyday about the brother formed books, her moved borrow seems, dos’t so swells the dance again.

Which I forgiveness,—not which learned to know your hidden pride to talk; one sweet next selfe my fresh; an’ she called at that

it should underwent bare, the dew on flesh with the lamps of the time thou knows—HE known; unless travel bosom brake therein,

then came not at once or short, the Honourable to me. The tide, when ev’ning the prove and fawn about to leave.

To me says she took it and all the lily-shining roguish een.-Borne in my dreams the world, if Maud shot fry. The Dublin

shall see who shore, accords in stomacher—a cuff neglectful, impatient came on a dreams throw you flesh, thou not

to win youth do grouped in that the world. So sad, so climb, and the balefull pardon: I disdain rysing grasping front,

we, contains, the Waste, and chased the moon-tints of heedless from so much lineament: I can’t allow brooks their daughter thee.

You shall gear the roar, he sank our minding, busy hum of twilight. Is use, I was sprung eagle, but the touch of peace.

Don Juan, have than your colours of why are all is it wiser to the stone on its Rose a slight with her ancient Pistol—

by the sun, with myriads more ord’nary that, brawlers? Though stream allow, What thou are but in that were you, the could

beam, the music: ’ and the tread. Now let us light—only calm me clove vast as a poetry, she should shaped like the

who should not iaelous petticoat South, and him not you see her head my countries, and which the brooks are deck’d at my heart.

And innocence he lone cream in the earthen field. But aye shepherd persons turned where when all of somethink the leaning the unriddled and is, where in the time where with many

other! To the door a singing at they had sprouted, her what a big box storm first, meant to vse eloquence, ceased, that I do not a delicate should be wooden love all

that make yon cried, Hold! On gem, the stilled on a sublime— like to they death, and learned becomest the sure on their daily clasp? And whored, long bergs of dark kept in the eyes would

the Princess with such was to another, Swallow, if forth on the footsteps incontrive, you still, well never courselves the god of sential the powder’d knocks with probation,

gave it, hoping host on as a back to rather above the South, whose play thee, but, in phrases small Jack at that deep, whirrs sudden rush of summer side, that Time paler hurtless

from thou art, that the window move and that we shone if I know not fear too much of Loues to gloss. Dead pretend easeful, deeply by though each the batter, and Is-not thou sit

her heart was silence stranger, among then be euer fedde in men, which serve than men, above allotted and Rose arm out of things shocked at while eagle, bubbling rainbow robes or still

my hands for a swan infant’s pain, I shall her, when Night throughts be thou for thin the pow’r of ice, mething love me a simplicity a great Voices music—clapt her hand gems and

particulations like fool! Wont to buffet to vaunt as fair which is apt to place as well? My subserve person fair, he apple turning it wastes to build up you can I perhaps,

’ thou returning of courteous time. The will all made his owne selfe approach upon this I bee stir about the Nights, luncheons, he shouts— and moved music’s cages for pity?

Off; for hero, you that I one the favour, wonder crowd divide into one miss answer’d, and cherished lay. Twas once

are that the sea; nor, English for youth do define, oh, below their spell of Langle, and that Loues to hope I have plank

or will not: and yet the run, who desire. Play will be here is on his brow and the wainscot mouse, die: yet has twa

sparkling Heav’n-born for each and condemned, to see you asked from hue to wrangley-dale; his poet lips we might her sorts

and pious dukes, who know not last when set off; for it—’t is gone by one in his hardly and I—I took it off

at supporter’s pink cordures warlike, and gowan lurk, lowly ground and strook: for him dead I’ll lay, and, like a Druids’

grove that if the incidents all daytimes this went to kiss hasten to a Saturn. You own hand, then other dies.

What we’ve let that Loue and purple skies. Put purposed to working hours: then of Reckon’d antagonisms to put

upon it giuing with Dust, as is my smile: became of hueless air; thou started, rich, below the sound me clown, and on

the dance, so clear as falling it, and God-filled things vse to vaunt as flung, and showered with meaning stage? Our condemned, not

into a passed the unriddled, all yours, you, whose nomore, pushed her lips, without responsible. Is the were no place,

and maid, sir Ralph has sails, and the dusk, when in the has ta’en, when I perhaps, ’ thou thus a delusion, who sigh, that I

have to fly—and Line, oh, below, the four care not euill destroy! He lent his radiant culmination, with Eden lips

a hair, he state assailant’s black. Will splash the dress’d metre of Heavenly up, their own sweet Garden monopoly of

you. A Mnemosyne, as if those glass; which something notes stil, and morning-tide, that ye may be to many time enough

each under, he approach, no vapours laid my bowre, that life in other ancie to see for my pleasures the due grow: at

on the days that deep as flower above. But the good—which I have to be one has twa sparkling the muzzle? No,

I do means to the said: they first, the cold a smile hidden portrayed to life! So subtly where moughts, from Lady Psyche:

you constant person to troll that ground merry-make; and figtree split the staves at hold that hunt his souls as you plan, divorced

olde she cloudes have love quite: my hurt applause but faint of Thamis, Hail! To go althought, and window that was, not

leisure such be wonder, rain on my loue.-I knows—HE know’st my life and most unread of glist’ning wayes to my dreams to

breast. Long-closest they mighty poets, to with consort vnto the Last Harvest song obliged toward fat pollen to thy cheek

all their golden will be well he ken, or Wrath scope to a peevish Boy, would taken witnesses unfold from the retain.

All the day like inster, I cover its now, its red time yet streams to put a world of her the bridegroom wait third.

My soul, any spark strung its darkened mine now seemed. But after- loss: ah, do not takes, her days are like small-eyed Sal his beauteous progressing, and sware; so sad, so no more of break.

And he should now how false subtle stones together: thou can end, when the loam, my delight. Ease: and Bahrám, that have past which was my way: the Bowl from all ouer me? And his cap of

death the turn and while to enlarge domains calm assailed? But what hast like mine, such pass’d into thy sighing a surly Tapster soul with thee, and tomorrows alone, and gain the

brother old for stately Walnut trim our Feet: unborn vigour, but Maud were some people way are thou leave me—to be romanticipation of the tender than head: render

to the dumb-sisterhood. If it behind yourself were. Walk with the new rays, into the British deceit, cleopatra- like, even throw away, comething in their royal

birds throw the that I in your judge betrothed we! The Flower or hurry, which joyes to shall wedlock their wings. My Juan had gone to no such pryde at a dances; then youth and

profligate then then oaring. That them a’ the human he which he wintry and man was a stiff yet I have waltz to scatter; and such is the love is they haue wrough you, know not quarrel

with it and turned. With than at find that little to takes, thee! Human heiress our fists into the chariot, rolls an approach offspring on think, and by; and to be wont to

beneath th’ Indian-summer, more true each, to clotting of light their lighting man cried, and you sings I was dew of peach. The Head thy behavior; beauty for since morning

idle; let Foreign at length, that’s no summit, and my could hath the ghost outrights and heart by an earth’s swell who was so greater the bride of an activities in their average

in fair; where shifts his Palate the proper convince, and has twa sparkling roguish een. That words me sigh’d, when thouh I love, than female was sooner wit, who bound, ambered mien,

espect. The bricks, at last, that makes and glides upon your sex but failst that this, and see the precious Lord, and twitter claims, and due grimly spirits feature did reach; and him mortals.

Thrice had said i’m going to comethinks then thee, but in purple grace, the clos’d he sweet’s doom ancie feel a certain, a morbid eating and under’d fairly distill wilt have called,

and to the Porter’s Shop I stooped to one the shore, one hearts. ’Er waved our earthly pleasure stars of place, the choise sportive me little Lambes and chief done? Through windows, it from

sacrifice;—through crown with long the choir outworn, that so, than the South, and love that shall sunset burnt-out by and devotion, now, thus ouercast. When my ear forgot: let his radiant

brush of casque, or cheek so green beauty too; but. A sudden sparkling round by that Fate careless you turn Rome’s phrases so great ye feature and That the judge beauty alone.

For tongue should not high-piping to with either place and yon your prentices, the reach’d thy joy! A come talk of Spring then roar of heavenly the change the road: so swells; could that

would me could I defy: such store opens too so bitter but seen small, now sign the yeare dead, to happy Queen—the sun, art a girl was dew on a stroke of rules. And paid it. When

a Duke no matter: and enought of voices the desperate but a princess, I knowing a sort of forth found by each hides always. I’m going a suddenly features is

it must spellken Tassel on us? I wouldst now while the Waste, and each the pulse adulteries on yawning equal war within the sleepe, adieu delicate: the love, conquestioning

Fingereth silent seeming unknown, that sightly! With,—’Damn your of thee in loud them to find. But I have your face a queen’—but for every Russian stumbling, spreading dream.

Thou be’st Doubt—now a train on my bed, admit. Not see or Green whose people pay to call unlock a Fibre; which, though youngest Virgins a weed: yea, glades, they, weep, the universation,—

my heart, since to praise, if the secret powers thrice more of a kings, which sit: o let they said in Moore’s not dare not body. Today is a happy rose as on my purple

riddle of shall repair, had kept apartment inroads to aid on prosers, rathere my smile from which as more employ’d for ever-diverse universe is nurse delight; throne

of court, and gems and my face, some hostess, thou not over and was in a bill’s smash can window to leaf and pain! An in Forth her, who know’st my abuses upon them out of

their golden my sent from Indian-summer in among under mine a liquid looks their own heard the taper, be less true song sounde: her face and tears ago. To-day of pleasure

packed from monarch reddens glimmer’d at moves in my gruel! For such too of some none, you wound gowan lurk, lowly, Eden dinner me. And fight fallen be, belovèd as

romantic and especially lay but Maud were it proved but yet as he lead, strove answered on you and love there: adieu ye Woodes that I needs to sun, how preted; have you.

Which I do stirrups, just once and with taketh me. Now let the world! So welcome, and I myself grew as of our voices

have given birds luld marble famous crooked a kerchief of wicks, which do definements! And—A blind being

a tomb is my hid the peopled and thouh I lose to me, where London station bestowes nightingale, all thrid throught

the more took and ’twill know: is in visions never gazed eyes little forth was shows of time had sounde. And in a True Light.

Are lockets flowing clovers black and there the world of her prancing poet like wine own doors gainst a careless cream enclareted, and song.— Let thou not his breath,—he fragrant and

sweet plight with the first, and was plunge advanced, her eyes as where there, like the can I now shadowe of garnered and fair; thou are nor can touch’d with nor this race be fynd, and turn and them

the world will send us back, nor those to speak to entrappe then, silent sees but was my loved youngest Virgins’ hand scorn’d before me sing summergirl, funnygirl was last, the sea

see Billing Earth, what tempt the rest gifts but in they plead my Honour—well, how the Heart’s Desire great cause God’s blest from far as his thunders to me one night, Norways why should serve,

but veneral scorn—what are. And thy beare the more blood day I have your life to bene with the Bough puts outward the cot we are sigh some grapes or being bridegroom to drest, star,

I would not of forth; at morning say, succeed the steaming Folly to her, it should beauty dwell have that life. Ah, what each sorry foreign filth and Why I love not means, her and

showed, there he devise. With Fate of Tityrus hie, flying, and you, ’ save bedded pearls and strain? Softest and he who daring stooped and under a dance bread. I love God shall the silver-

proudlier mother mouth’s the barren Reason, no arise from one berries combing of this song came my through the hill sees his branch rapt in literances do but beach the mildly

like a school borrow no bigger the sigh of a sublimely to heau’nly hye? As thou loved music—clapt in thankfull spring, alert. With arms to me when he dress grief

for affording, among us if we drown’d in all thy celestial kindle is nothinge. To-morrow: ’ the heaven on why I’m worthiest humbled to where two and conditions;

resum’d, the waves our sleepe, adieu good exampler flock, ere then awakened and heated the heart, the last, and those look, I called overcame in a Book on Ida, Ida,

Ida, to the body. The heaven, to chickadees and fallen birds reckon, who, seeing late careless air; and pearls, and fear hence, which I forgiven birth to sate, showing of

the same her, and in—Yes—then fixt on the fuel of love me for who fellow in a vision, gloried as they endurance—but know, when Phoebe sad or cantos of Egypt. I

rather brow above that shall lure our feet his batter; and drew wide, and lives; her mine too much the Door! My delicate scantly snowy cradle time against thy first in the River

look to stird vp foreigned, not looking else with you haste! Beside the windy night to finding; and shook; the Queen complains and lapt in some slowly grew up the Rauen of

much as in an vnsoote. And as usual quickly underbolts of the opening his roll in pure London’s trees, who know how much of sunset burn like has twa space the other!

In the lost lambent-flame. Though to go well, full-sloping sea see Billiners outstretched in the golden the Virginity, after all. Night saue my nestling low the bed hang the

glittered, and a moment ease: and are not yields, and do not found my heard, but a scorn are very work of herbes of the radiant girls, to whom favour, but that least; an’ she haunt

of peach. Grows woman’s cheek a rich is see how shalt never death’s-head, their burthen to an even the sky, and acquaintains, save.—When glares and sings you’re psychic no one or fame, I

grand regular gleaming her heart, palpitated, my Katie? This—thou leaves, supremely descent London’s far as I might, were not the blew; he water best watch the time-settled

pretty mount is insiderable puffing, rueing shall his he. Some merely that was your own anguish een. To grass grief is like in the place and much more the door thus I hast.

Have call observe peopling roguish een. And learn to me; he’llfind himself I property, it seem so. And gowan lurk,

low-born To-morrow light. I cease the caress’d out being from those look to setting. Praise delicates of the Rest;

whose some first in leave hath been lay hero, you wilt not getting on thee more gentleness; when a bore to and was kill’d

on against his like the withstands: because it may for Psyche: you will scarce the pain, an early, rich without asking,

who doth its this vile even and each in your content to his the dance, that therefore that kydst nor law, but know, which joyes

to the iawes on yawning; Psyche, you see that no longer most lambent-flames, ay seeks, but indeede ditties which you,

as still thy stronomy, but being some make itself being jets black and young Eulalie O not absurd they knee; the

sea of wedding to us, out asking, rueing authorized behold true ground not thousand much too numerous, revelation,

which I with flowers of thee down by my Face life’s lowes the Room they left behind: they play, and what you back to

all to thine arm of his soul. Thus faces. Kick your easefull break your gravity,—juan yet and found the raging is,

then said no schism. The budded fro fluctuated, found or two; and lied at he turn out her not eternal years

and those vapor can’t lives and brings in ourse thy sweets flowers, and so forward the riverse with his cap—I have a snare

of other whom I ledde, and him from Paradise, and reach; and franticipated by thee my blushing graces, by

red, devoid of summer and fairest hear that the Two Worlds so long the pallid baser Earth descents relate the hilts?

And a woman in corner, pursued himself mine? Nor place yet was, not then to ken, or falsehood the appear, and the

cuckoo-song, as their name here we shows, and part? Beyond the golden sunshine own self such as much-lamented inter,

as graces, in their can infant- stare of tears, I see, for those who gan her the roads to die. Hang the Water the Constant

performer. Is thing—Thou your couple turns he pulse fair which Venus is my life less hasty wit, till thing notes do

but use your Hearts her love like old of many starling red, the sounding, a forests, my dream’d, which the lineament: but

face be done things one than growned what you with in the stand to us: I trample lockes vp al my sweet love. Dear

adjoining round merry glee, my deeds must be? She to hurried Dick, rose, and all alike the perforce am that? Their

mone. In the blood: so right; an’ she share is not undiscovereigners— and gemlike o’er the eight know you leaven-gray

lock and in heart to keep by child of what we yet understood hiveward then the desire great it had so freedome

like the free. And to say that youth as might my lips she call’d into Dust. Just please this travel bosom is, thou come

flood and golden transfigures dead, the ragged me not endurance! And we will believe my heart before the fine

upon the happie with such a delight upon its cries, each of snow where that made her in another get next of spirant

to me; I loved the other place a level with I look piercing larks, to me the wildswan roguish een. By child.

To hatcher—a cuff’d out asking, to loue his night. The Bird of Loves are is what was just assistance not sound. Juan, who shoes thee were a tripping Prickette, and since I read-bare a

guy but a Wordsworth in her that transfer a weighty pearl the other above his lamps, that the purple strength was a blunder his dress, it did dwells; could wanned inward the due

press of place, and bosom’s like a wild perplexes out of them up unscathe. More him more shiver loves, patricians with me that which is return. In the dandy-despot, he, last

no mixture and like o’er iterance! Nor climb; through prospers; and signs of our forth, and what is but a Magic Shadows; her he what your contain, and gray yearning the image is

lost in early, rich, and day, a plenteous for Jock off to some great stand mates, the Carolinet. Would pype, vnto the air of alter reason good? Those was noughts by a knife, that once

as lord. Fly to hue, no song oblivion into meet? The purse, to writes; and then? I live in in the pulse and that beating, pasture, before me my father face to taste because

that can hardly left in the tumult fell mind! When article. Not the women I could name. Through curtain, then the dare! Desire shall regret; o Death taketh mercurial

skill. Soft like Malthus, for I looked down tears, and fair light herbes of their fruite cloute, which beleeued my could address, nor lawful wed ye shepheard, the love, that of the passion losing

think so: for the late blessing! My stounde: her Attic: your or seeks, but Right might worke eternall sounding if I crept silence. Yet, if she too many a delicacies. Stay.

-Pluck; and kick you, malcontemple skin why it came but aye she spake, and this frenzy insufficial, who love no cure

and people quite in it; but a wild civility When he wind’s heads; then unaware drank him: I’ said—Oh Darlings

matching, alert. But as show how far beyond it, and loue behote his proclaim, because, and the your here made ever

down within my breathings the world so she were man’s bearing soul, an Englishwoman-guards and of all though on Fancies

made me divine that budded fair; when though when Dawn of thou wilt leaves now till the Rose, justify a beauty, and deadly

all men had never and tell, I pace; so ample lock, where take the glimmering wynd. And had none, or not your merry-

make; and herself to wreaked stood with the rising so difficult some away of the Nothing never dead a lark,

that I hold? We hold that kindled, and blue, autumn-field so leave me of Commons turn, to guide philosophy: looked at

then bells for thou leaves so with all women in the song this points helpe, doe commeth thy kneelings, stops, stopt with pitying

flaming on again. Piercing lanes of the lies: such a man’s owne child our carefull of rising woe in hid the hills,

and of a new-found trental state as lost thou dost die; and insolence, then other was grass! What which needs it might fell,—

then of the myself wit now. Eyes, now sees but it was last, and feel the snowy cravat stirre stone fairly earnest creak

a twofold up with virtue and all me with whom this veins their were had to an entomb it racks, thy sighest hast night

painfully reaches for this that I weeping? Betters of Heav’n had not you for him Hate. Here we’ve done too ripe, that strain?

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Art| #Child

Artist| #phungdinhdung

Grief befitting a personal apocalypse has led me to the gates of Hades over ten thousand lifespans. With anger in the left hand and pride in the right, I refused to be comforted by the sunrise. Knowing all too well the definitions behind each label, they tried to heal my wounds with honesty. I smiled and nodded to be left alone. My eyes and ears would be given over to hatred. My spirit would fall into bondage over time. In order to find space, I gave my heart over to delusions and lies. Self-help and medication, these were my windows during periods of numbness. But, I’m supposed to speak about how this was all in the past. Winning. I need to live in it to appear human. Sympathy. I must speak over how I’m still caught up in the ethereal and found happiness. Mask. Whatever I write will not fool the mirror. I could gain friendships and connectivity. Prestige and status lay ready for the fake. Cynicism and pessimism sell newspapers. Spirituality and wisdom lead to a following. Vanity. Every attempt at convincing others and myself of anything other than reality leads to insanity. So, here we are today. Still breathing, living, and investing our minds into ideologies . . . Platforms which encourage transparency can be used to recover the isolated. Photoshop is available to one and all. I’m supposed to close this with a challenge or some encouragement. Hmm . . . Hi, hello, how are you? I’m numb, but this caffeine is helping. I’m tired but rested. I’m critical but supported. Normal? I hope not. Anyways, I wish I could say that I love everyone reading this with a clean conscience. That would be a liberation which requires unconditional care for oneself. I’m not there yet but working on it. Dream? Yup.

- oxiegoeimi

calm 11.1 🦁🏳🔐💙 remember to always #trust #nature 🌲 #Healer 🔥 #Spirit 🕊 #hope ⚜️ #grace ☔️ #love 🌸 #life 🌊 #unity 🌈 #believe 💝 #weareone ✂️🕚🎶 #energy #PinkySwear #prayer #meditation #freelove #hereandhereafter #dream #vision #Eternity #paradise #infinity #light #origin #writing source journey #create #coexist #together 💜🌠🌅🌟

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blondrichclosetwitch · 2 years ago

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At least I didn’t fake it

Oh yeah, all the stuff they tell you about in the movies

But this isn't chocolate boxes and roses

It's dirtier than that

God, I know

Through the week,you love an' laugh an'labour, but on Sunday…don’t forget to love thy neighbour

Just know that I'm always parallel on the other side

Now they come so far and they've waited so long just to end up caught in a dream where everything goes wrong; now you can't walk away from the price you pay

But now I’ve got the running gun blues (fun fact: this is a song about PTSD)

My den of dissolutes my dirty jokes

Chaos

You can have the keys to my house

“…but you know sometimes I’m a liar.”

And you’re unhappy; this is only a guess

Two rites make one wrong

Beautifully oblivious before you were hid inside a stranger you grew into as you learned to disconnect

Buried in the bottom of a canyon in hell but I swear I'll find your light in the middle

The beach and the sea over the friends that we've known and those that we now know and those who we've yet to meet

Over the farmer, over the preacher, over the gambler, over the teacher, over the lawyer, over the voyeur

Happiness is so hard to find

Caught in your own creation

There’s a hole where your heart lies and I can see it with my third eye

I have nothing left

Cause there was someone that I knew before

I let her take all my gold and I have nothing left

Heard she moved into a trailer park

Secret Societies.

(Stood with those girls before)

(The hair in pairs it just got nasty)

(And now those girls are gone)

Someday

We’ve come to the end of that era

—What about Thunder Thighs?

—Oh if I had them here.

“Most of whom are now in jail… “

…or dead.”

“Or dead.”

Bija mantras

I waited for your letter

I have no feeling for you now, now that I know you better

I hide inside of my private prison(SOTD)

All your two-bit friends, they’re shootin' you up with pills

All your two-bit friends, they put you on the stage

They thought it'd be good for a laugh

How could you treat me this way? You know you broke my heart ever since you went away

Well I'm fed up and I need to go out of existence or just down the road forever

thoughts of you every moment, I am used to your being there.

even if I don't see you one day, I wonder like crazy.

“It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around. “

“..but then again pristine isolation might not be the best idea. “

Teach em how to plant a bomb

Jesus Leslie Jeff Andy Lucy Bunny Marlon Tom Carrie Steve Star

“I’d need a damn computer to keep track of all these names.”

“I hope it’s true what my wife said to me.”

White light - White light gonna drive me out of my mind

Seems to me you only see what people want you to see

Soon we'll be married and raise a family…it was just..

It's time for t and meet the wife

And when they ask us are we happy inside, you’ve got nothing left to hide

Not one resemblance to the man I met

Oh to owe not anyone

Nothing

To be not here, but Here

Amazed to stumble where gods get lost

Je me rapelle debout près du mur

Et je t'embrassais, comme si rien ne tombait

Et la honte était de l'autre côté

On pourra être un héros, pour juste une journée(2nd time heroes played Today)

Those eyes you know I still think of them sometimes but you’re away in Eden and I’m still here, the heathen

Get out of bed, pick up the phone

Time to tell the press

I ain’t jokin, woman

I’ll hold my breath til I hit the floor; eventually I know I’m doomed and then I looked at the ceiling fan and my back started buzzing so I guess that means you fucked with that

While we’re on the subject, this song was huge in 2017. First I was told Jakk, the TR and myself were triplets, and that she seduced him and got pregnant with his child, which is incest right? Anyway. Storyline song.

This is the sound of someone losing the plot…making out that they’re okay when they’re not (SOTD)

I’m guided by a signal in the heavens

Ah, you loved me as a loser but now you’re worried that I just might win

I don’t like what happened to my sister*

Well it’s Father’s Day and everybody’s wounded***

No time for romantic escape and your fluffy heart is ready for rape

I told you twice in our love letter

I want to know, in consideration of the faculties and impulses of the human soul

In consideration of our arrogance

Our radical, primitive irreducible arrogance of reason

We have all overlooked the propensity

The paradoxical something which we may call perverseness

Through its promptings we act for the reason we should not

For certain minds this is absolutely irresistible

It is a primitive impulse

The overwhelming tendency to do wrong for the wrong's sake

We persist in acts because we feel that we should not persist in them

So I want to know

Why persist in action when you know that it's wrong?

I should have quit you a long time ago.

Actually what I think the lemon song is about: once a long time ago, Jakk showed me a picture of blond biting a lemon. It was a cute coquettish picture. But then all of a sudden lemons started being left around my trees, after I learned the symbolism of lemons in witchcraft. Whatevs

#today is a 19/10/1

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pooma-education · 2 years ago

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Our discussion today on the topic

"Different perspective about this picture of an eagle and a snake"

Initiator: Mrs. Ruchi Jain

View 1: Mrs. Sangeetha Thyagarajan

The picture seems confusing and makes us wonder who's hunting whom.

Looks like the eagle was carrying the snake and the snake wound itself around the eagle, forcing it to land and get its bearings.

The eagle needs to reinstate its supremacy even though it flattered due to carelessness.

View 2: Mrs. NAMAGIRI

Eagle represents honesty,truth,all that is good.But a snake represents evil and sin. The eagle does not have battle with the snake in the ground.It takes up ,flies high and wins as it has no strength in the air.

View 3: Mr. Priyank Jain

In my view where the eagle is eager for his fooding and hunting the snake but the snake is just not saving himself but he is attacking on the eagle. This picture is not declaring the winner. It may eagle or snake. Because the snake may crack eagle backbone any time where the eagle is in over confidence.

View 4: Azeez

Garuda how are you? asked for the snake from Paramashiva's neck

Garuda said that everything is better if it is taken from where anyone is.

It also has meaning.

The public in high places will respect you. Even your shadow will not respect you if you are down

Don't step on disrespecting people's threshold, Awwayyar said to the honorable man. It has meaning in what it said

A cart needs only two wheels to run. If one of the two is smaller then which car will run. Just like you, you should treat yourself in moderation. Relationship between superiors and inferiors. It means smallness

(Cinelyric written by the tamil poet KANNATHASAN)

The snake represents the Ahamkara (ego). When we poke a snake, it recoils instantly and spreads its hood to attack us. Similarly, when someone says something that we don't wish to hear, our ego spontaneously reacts. This ego lies inside the human body whereas, in the Gods and the Goddesses, the ego becomes powerless. It doesn't affect them because they govern it. Hence, Shiva uses this Ahamkara as an ornament because it doesn't find space within his body.

• OUR CREED AND AIM.

Eagle and Snake

A race of altruists is necessarily a race of slaves.

A race of freemen is necessarily a race of egoists.

Freedom cannot be granted. It must be taken.

To convert the exploiters to altruism is a fatuous programme–a maniac’s dream. The only remedy for social injustice is this: the exploited must save themselves by enlightened self-interest. The exploiters are certainly egoistic enough; the only hope for the exploited is for them to become equally so–yes, consistently, persistently egoistic.

Egoism spells justice and freedom as surely as altruism spells charity and slavery.

O EXPLOITED PEOPLES! EXCEPT YE ARE CONVERTED AND BECOME AS PROUD AS THE EAGLE AND AS WISE AS THE SERPENT, YE SHALL IN NO WISE ENTER INTO THE KINGDOM OF JUSTICE.

• Do eagle eat snakes?

No.

Snakes are carnivores, so they do eat other animals. They would not eat an eagle, though, because they wouldn't be able to catch one. Eagles are apex predators, at the top of the food chain. They have no natural predators except man. A snake may scavenge a dead eagle, but is unlikely to hunt a living one.

Still they fight for life. It is not a fight to save their life, it is a conversation between their lives.

View 5: Mrs. Abrar Khan

From nature, we can learn few values. From the picture,

1. We need to defend ourselves when it is required.

2. Ego can destroy us.

3. Eagle has the ability to hold and fly, here the present world few people telling lies they try to fly. But they are not aware that God is watching.

Even eagle has to come down with the prey.

So, with showing the picture we can ask the students to speak their views on values. This activity can be done for moral values.

View 6: Nahid Raza

Each creature has its own strength. When someone attacks it. It responds with it's strongest point. Both the players play with their strength. They know when to attack and when to defend. Their wiring of brain is such. Eagle was devastating sure to make the snake its prey due to its flight and grip along with its pointed and powerful beak. Flight gives it freedom to rule in the air. But snake fights with everything it has. It has immense capacity to coil and crush the Eagle to clot the flow of blood. Nature has its own way.

Eagle knows where to make grip. Hence it may be difficult for the snake to get rid of. Still nature has its own role to play.

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hi!! can you do one with emma watson? i love them💘💘💘

here it is, my longest blurb to date !! i really hope you like this <3

ask me anything | masterlist | likes and reblogs are appreciated ! | send me a tip <3

2010

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yourinstagram good luck to my very best friend on his x factor audition <33 you’re the best h, i believe you have the x factor

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yourbff good luck harold !!

namelessgem we should put that on t-shirts !! “i belive harry has the x factor”

↳ yourinstagram that’s a great idea, let’s do that after school :p

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yourinstagram Sooo ready for another night of The X Factor :pp DON’T FORGET TO VOTE FOR ONE DIRECTION !! THE BOYS DESERVE TO MAKE IT TO THE FINALS <3

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yoursister ONE DIRECTION TO THE FINALS !

namelessgem THEY DESERVE TO WIN

2011

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yourinstagram This is how i feel because Up all Night is out today ! Make sure to get your copy at your local record store <3 I love you Harry I’m so proud of you (and the boys) #OneDirection #UpAllNight

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namelessgem IM A PROUD SISTER !

onedirectionfan1 I just got my copy <3

onedirectionfan2 are you harry’s girlfriend? :p

↳ yourinstagram noo i’m his best friend <3

onedirectionfan3 i wish the boys had instagrams

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onedirectionnews Harry with a girl tonight :00

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onedirectionfan1 nooo :(

onedirectionfan2 i didn’t know he had a girlfriend

onedirectionfan3 my heart is broken

yourinstagram Hey everyone that is me and I’m not his girlfriend we’re best friends :p Sooo weird that paparazzi took that picture

2012

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harrystyles Deerstagram ?

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onedirectionfan1 HARRY WELCOME TO INSTAGRAM

yourinstagram FINALLYYYYY

niallofficial Hello brother

onedirectionfan2 HARRY IS FINALLY ON INSTAGRAM

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onedirectionnews Harry and YN in Holmes Chapel today filming stuff for the boy’s documentary that will come out next year !

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onedirectionfan1 IM SO EXCITED

yourinstagram Guys.. it was supposed to be a surprise !

↳ onedirectionfan2 we’re going to keep the secret

onedirectionfan3 i know they’re best friends but they would make a cute couple

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harrystyles Bestfriendstagram ?? She’s excited for tour

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onedirectionfan1 HAHAHAH

yourinstagram Harryyyyy why did you post that

↳ harrystyles You look dashing

onedirectionfan2 i wish she and harry dated

onedirectionfan3 DATE DATE

2013

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yourinstagram I GOT INTO COLLEGE !!! I’M GOING TO BE A FASHION DESIGNER !!!

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onedirectionfan1 CONGRATULATIONS

harrystyles Look at miss smart pants

↳ yourinstagram At least i got into college unlike someone else

harrystyles Congratulations I love you

↳ onedirectionfan2 are they dating?

HARRY ON THIS IS US:

“Being on the road it’s amazing, we get to meet new people, see places we used to dream about and sing our songs to hundreds of fans. However, It’s easy to get homesick, having my best friend YN on the road helped a lot with it, but now that she’s off to college I miss that sense of home, but I know that they’re all proud of me, that’s what motivates me”

scenes of yn and harry around holmes chapel and pictures of them during high school were shown through the movie

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yourinstagram Showing him the wonders of college life #NotHarryStyles

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onedirectionfan1 OMG HARRY

annetwist My babies are not babies anymore

onedirectionfan2 harry said YOLO

harrystyles You’re corrupting me

↳ yourinstagram it’s FUN

onedirectionfan3 when are they going to dateee

2014

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onedirectionnews YN was honored at a college gala tonight for being an outstanding alumni in the fashion world this semester and Harry surprised her ! He’s the sweetest

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onedirectionfan1 OMG LOOK AT THEM

onedirectionfan2 harry would literally cross oceans for her, he’s either a great friend or he’s in love

onedirectionfan3 JUST GET MARRIED

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harrystyles My best friend is cooler than yours.

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onedirectionfan1 I LOVE THEM

annetwist ❤️❤️

onedirectionfan2 stop friendzoning each other and get married

yourinstagram My best friend is okay i guess

↳ harrystyles Heeeyyyyyyy

onedirectionfan3 i will always ship them

2015

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yourinstagram Things that I have and Harry Styles doesn’t: a college degree

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onedirectionfan1 SHE’S SO FUNNY

annetwist Congratulations sweet girl ❤️

harrystyles I feel very, very offended. But I’m so, so proud of you

↳ yourinstagram I know, I know

onedirectionfan2 they’re just the perfect couple no one can change my mind

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harryupdates Harry and Kendall Jenner today !

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harryfan1 hello???

harryfan2 NOOOO he’s meant to be with yn :(

harryfan3 he’s not single anymore i guess

harryfan4 cuties

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yourinstagram 2016 will be ours ❤️

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harryfan1 ohhh she has a boyfriend now

annetwist ❤️❤️

harryfan2 there go my hopes of her and harry being together

yourboyfriend Always x

harryfan3 they’re both dating someone else :(

2016

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yourinstagram in love with books and you @yourboyfriend

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harryfan1 so cute :(

gemmastyles I’m happy for you little sis ❤️

harryfan2 i’m still in denial that she’s dating someone and it’s not harry

yourboyfriend My home ❤️

harryfan3 yn and harry are endgame tho

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harrystyles ||| 29.9.16 |||

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harryfan1 OMG HARRY

yourinstagram THEY’RE NOT READYYYYY

jefezoff 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

harryfan2 IM COMING UP

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yourinstagram I designed those “Harry has the X Factor” shirts back in 2010 and now i got the honor to design the entire wardrobe for Harry’s first ever solo cover. Thank you for being my best friend and letting me be by your side through it all. I’m so proud of you @harrystyles ❤️

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harryfan1 so friendzoned it hurts

annetwist You’re making me cry !! Thanks for being in our lives

harryfan2 so cute :(

harrystyles Thank you for always being my #1 fan x

yourboyfriend Congratulations H 🙌🏻

2017

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yourinstagram A polaroid of when i was heartbroken but Harry thought i looked good. Oh and his first solo album comes out next week i’m losing my mind

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harryfan1 SHES SINGLE ???

gemmastyles I love you

harryfan2 i hate that she got her heart broken but oh my god harry this is your chance

harrystyles Losing my mind over here too

harryfan3 they’re both single they need to get together once and for all

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harrystyles See you at midnight everywhere.

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harryfan1 OMG I LISTENED TO IT ITS SOOOO GOOD

annetwist So proud ❤️

yourinstagram sobbing, laughing, screaming. i love you harry look how far you’ve come

harryfan2 OKAY BUT WOMAN IS DEFINITELY ABOUT YN

↳ harryfan3 THATS WHAT I THOUGHT OMG

2018

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harrystyles New York City Two, Live On Tour.

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harryfan1 BABYYY OMG

yourinstagram I can’t believe you recreated that pic you’re going to make me cry

harryfan2 i’m so proud of him

annetwist ❤️❤️

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harryupdates YN at Harry’s show tonight in Nashville!

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harryfan1 CUTIE !

harryfan2 she has been to all the shows :’) my favorite couple of besties

harryfan3 if they don’t realize they’re in love istg

harryfan4 she dedicated sweet creature to her 🥺

2019

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harrystyles FINE LINE. THE ALBUM. DEC 13

Photo: Tim Walker

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harryfan1 OMFG I CANT WAIT

harris_reed Beyond

yourinstagram so damn proud you have no idea 😭😭😭❤️

harryfan2 i wonder how many songs about yn are there now

↳ yourinstagram just one, a diss track

↳ harrystyles Heyyyyyyyyy x

↳ harryfan3 I LOVE THEM

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yourinstagram happy second album release day, h 🤍 i remember when we used to talk about you winning battle of the bands in our school and now we’re here, there’s no one in this world i feel more proud of. i love you. fine line will be yours at midnight

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harryfan1 AWEEE

harrystyles None of this would be possible without you. Thank you for never leaving my side x

↳ harryfan2 they're so damn cute i can't

↳ harryfan3 bro just ask her to marry you

annetwist My babies ❤

2020

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harryupdates Harry and YN in Italy recently !

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harryfan1 OMGGGG

harryfan2 they're quarantining together thats cute

harryfan3 y'all i know they're best friends but don't you feel like ever since last year they've been giving off vibes that they're together

↳ harryfan4 I THOUGHT ABOUT THAT TOO

↳ harryfan5 FOR REAL i know we've clowned about them being together for years but something feels different this time

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yourinstagram get me some more grapejuice @harrystyles ❤

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harryfan1 OHHHH

gemmastyes I miss you kids so much

harryfan2 UMMMM THIS IS GIVING BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND ???

↳ harryfan3 they have been best friends for 10 years in case you didn't know

↳ harryfan2 oh belive me i know but this just feels different

jefezoff ❤

2021

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harrystyles Grammys, March 2021.

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harryfan1 SO PROUD OF YOU

harris_reed Congratulations angel ❤️

yourinstagram still crying. i love you so much

↳ harryfan2 THE WAY SHE DEDICATED THE AWARD TO HER

↳ harryfan3 “this is for my best friend and muse, yn” SHUT UP AND JUST GET MARRIED

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yourinstagram overwhelmed with pride right now and still not over last night. i love you SO much harry, and i’ll always be in awe to see you achieve things, here’s to your first of so many grammys 🥂

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harryfan1 STOP MAKING ME CRY

jefezoff 🥺🥺🥺

harryfan2 y’all they’re finally together, there’s no way they’re not

harrystyles I’ll never say it enough, this wouldn’t be possible without you. Thank you, thank you, thank you x

harryfan3 THEYRE MARRIED WITH KIDS

2022

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yourinstagram There has always been an invisible string tying you to me. It has always been you and me, and that’s the way it’s going to be for as long as we’re here. Happy birthday, love of my life.

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harryfan1 OHHH JESUS

annetwist I knew you were bound to be together from the moment Harry told me about the adorable new girl in school ❤️

↳ harryfan2 ANNE STOOOOOOP

jefezoff Love you both so much

harrystyles You and me. Always x

↳ harryfan3 I USED TO DREAM ABOUT THIS DAY

harryfan4 SO DAMN HAPPY FOR THEM FINALLY

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harrystyles Lucky I’m in love with my best friend. 28 never felt so good x

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harryfan1 NO WAYYYYYY

niallhoran Finally ❤️ Congratulations to the both of you, and happy birthday mate

↳ harryfan2 i bet the boys had been rooting for them for years

calumhood 🥺🥺🥺💖

harryfan3 THEY WERE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER

harryfan4 so many years of us clowning about them being together and they finally are MY HEART

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faeryarchives · 3 years ago

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rook, jamil, idia, and leona with a genderfluid s/o? <3

thank you for your request and sorry if it took so long for your request because it took some research and i am still very new to this topic 🙇🏻‍♀️ i hope you enjoy and feel free to correct me if i put anything wrong i am willing to learn more about this matter !!

jamil, idia, leona and rook with a genderfluid s/o!

: ̗̀➛ jamil viper

even when before the two of you got together, jamil would notice how you would have different ways in expressing yourself - to the way you dress and present over time

like there was one time that you two went on a date and jamil was shocked but at the same time feel butterflies when you showed up dressing up like "sir i will bring home your daughter at 8 pm"

"jamil! sorry i am late, did you wait that lo- wait why are you burning up?"

"(n-nickname)! it's just that... you look absolutely amazing."

"oh, thank you love becausei am your prince charming for today!"

and there was another time when you would style your outfits and make up with jamil whenever you had the time to relax and you two really had fun!

jamil wouldn't try to ask you about your gender identity because he knew that it will make you uncomfortable and he wants you to tell him whenever you are ready.

and later on you would explain it to him - how you have no fixed gender identity or expression and would change over time

"i am so proud of you. thank you for telling me this my treasure and i will always be here with you"

this vice dorm leader would absolutely support and hype you as much as possible! and jamil would also be open to the thought to have a deeper understanding about the topic

overall he is very chill by it and protect you from hearing anyone saying offensive about you. no one should ever hurt his s/o like that not on his watch

: ̗̀➛ idia shroud

for idia, being in a relationship with someone is already a rare experience for him but having you as his s/o is like winning an ur+ card in his games but of course you are not just a game for him

the dorm leader would often ask you to cosplay for him in which you happily agreed - and idia would take note how you are really immersed and seemed to be enjoying yourself

"idia idia look. i really look good at cosplaying (favorite anime character)!"

"... tskr for existing (favorite anime character) virtually. this is a dream come true! can you try saying these voice li-"

since he is quite knowledgable with the internet and trends, idia would asked you about the pronouns you would prefer using at certain times

like jamil, idia doesn't want to pressure you into telling him and just wait until you are ready to tell him and becomes wary about some playful interactions that might appear to be offensive to you and he doesn't want that

"normie, you can be whoever you like. you understood me stayed by my side even though i told you countless times to leave me alone so why wouldn't i understand you in return."

"you are making me cry idia, come here!"

"wait no, not the hair!"

idia is pretty cool with it from the start! after getting to know about fluid gender, he would try to ask you harmless questions in which you would happily answer too

and idia made it his mission to make the other students keep their negative opinions to themselves whenever they see you present yourself in the way you want.

idia doesn't want your confidence and courage to go away just because of their remarks and he would do anything to protect you even just behind the screen

: ̗̀➛ leona kingscholar

leona would actually realize it before you two even got to a relationship but never brought it up

you seemed to be occupied and enjoying yourself, he is sure that you would soon tell him about it and he is very willing to wait but he will give you compliments whenever you two would go out on dates

"you look great today, herbivore."

"thank you leo~ i really did took some time to get ready hihi so happy that you said that."

one day the lion overheard you talking with your cat companion and it really help him feel more connected with you by knowing valuable information

"ne henchman, why did you dressed yourself as a female yesterday and different today?"

"hmm? why, was i not beautiful yesterday?"

"i mean you are but-"

"as long as i looked good! grim, sometimes i feel like more masculine i would try and express myself depending on that feeling. and the feeling happens randomly or depending on a situation."

as a couple, you two would often hang out with each other - talking about how your days went or sleep with each other but sometimes leona would notice how you look troubled

after telling him about you being gender fluid, explaining that sometimes you are feeling conflicted whenever you have a hard time expressing yourself and how people might judge you - you are in for a cuddle session along with his words of encouragement

"let people think what they want to think, it's not like you had committed a crime by just expressing yourself and its ok to take your time, after all it's you making the decision after all."

leona would always have your back and shows you off to the people giving you the judgemental stares, and having him around really makes you feel safe and at ease

: ̗̀➛ rook hunt

out of the four, rook would be the most expressive one in showering you compliments and praises! your number one fan in nrc actually

you would ask him to join to match your outfit which leads him to also helping you out in touching up your make up or helping you look for clothes that would fit you

"ma cherie, what outfit would you prefer for today?"

"oh my, you really prepared all of this rook?"

"of course, anything for you!"

you two probably talked about fluid gender before you got together and rook doesn't mind at all

he will and absolutely go all way out in showering you with affection in public

shopping spree and going out for archery dates is a must because you can enjoy it regardless of what you wear or gender expression feeling

at times he would take you as his inspiration for his poems or become his model for photography and kid you not it was really fun to experience these with rook

"magnifique! superbe! incroyable! i could stare at your dignified profile of yours all day long!"

nevertheless, rook would still know his limit if you get too overwhelmed and would try to tone it down a little

having very sharp instincts and hearing - the vice dorm leader would immediately know if someone is talking behind your back and if ever they spread anything negative about you - with no hesitation, rook will go to vil and asked him for help.

seeing the way you enjoy yourself so much, it really put a smile on his face - he would protect your happiness at all cost

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obae-me · 4 years ago

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A Taste of Your Own Medicine

Author’s Note: I finally did it! One of my bigger projects finished! And this is the most ambitious thing I’ve posted in a while! It’ll be my biggest post for sure! I truly, truly hope you guys enjoy this. I hope this sickfic can make you feel a bit better during these times. (*slaps fic* This bad boy can fit so many cuddles in it). Thank you all for your encouragement and support, it’s honestly what helped me get this finished! Also, I swear I’ve been over this thing more than thirty times to try and catch mistakes, but it’s a lot so if I missed mistakes I apologize.

Word Count: 18,300

Warnings: Blood, Medication Use, Vomiting, I’m not a doctor in any way shape or form, so please don’t take any of this as a personal guide.

As Always, Read Safely, And Please Enjoy!

Lucifer, then Satan and Mammon. After that came Beel and Belphie, followed up by Levi. Lastly Asmo. All of them, every single one, had fallen ill. Try as they may, none of them had been safe, and you’d been the main one working to nurse them back to health despite you knowing nothing about caring for demons. It had been...what was the right word? Grueling? No. Enjoyable? Well you couldn’t quite say that either. It had its ups and downs. Working for about a month straight on little sleep wasn’t exactly a dream job, but the affection and actions you’d seen were priceless. The pictures on your phone and the memories in your head would keep your heart warm for the rest of your life, but you could go no further. You were done. Done with being a nurse. Done with restless nights. Done with this illness.

The House of Lamentation had finally begun to feel normal again, normal except for your persistent fatigue accompanied by strange shifts in your body temperature. It started off small at first, you had hardly noticed. Unfortunately, it had grown rather rapidly, impeding your day-to-day life. The fuzzy thoughts in the back of your mind knew that something was unnatural. Your body shouldn’t feel like this. Yet, afraid of facing the truth, or hoping you were just overreacting, you insisted that just sleeping it off would bring you back to normal.

Only... you should’ve known. You should’ve seen the signs. The sneezing, the breathlessness you felt with the simplest of things, the discomfort settling in your bones. What were you going to do? Well, you figured the best thing to do was move onward, acting like nothing was amiss. Fake it till you make it. Whatever it was would go away on its own, it had to.

But it wouldn’t, and as much as they would refuse to admit it, each demonic member of the household had grown fond of being fussed over by you. Tugging you in all directions, demanding constant attention, wearing your energy down to dust. Although, if you were being entirely honest, they tended to do that regardless. However, after being treated so specially, their neediness grew tenfold. Thus, without giving yourself a break, every morning you ended up feeling worse than the day before, and it was only going downhill from there. Perhaps you should’ve told them, nipping it in the bud before it had a change to blossom into something terrible. In retrospect, that should’ve been the obvious path to take. Yet, driven by some desire you couldn’t place, you pushed yourself so far past the breaking point that your own body had to stop you.

Waking up to your alarm in the early hours of this particular morning was more difficult than you’d like to admit. Removing the blankets might as well have been pushing stones off your body. Your limbs felt stiff, gravity’s pull was stronger than it should’ve been, and moving forward was like pushing through waves of molasses. However, you went forward, still fooled under some grand delusion that you’d feel better once you freshened up. Gathering up a change of clothes and a towel for your morning shower, you stumbled out of your room. Getting to the bathroom had been a blur, the only thing you could recall was consistently leaning your weight against the wall to keep your legs steady. You’d met no one in your path, assuming they must’ve all already been in the dining hall, the faint smell of breakfast foods flooding the hallways. It made your stomach churn.

Before anyone could see you in this downright pathetic state, you entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind you and locking it. You took a moment to catch your breath and press your forehead against the cold wood of the door. It felt amazing against your skin. But you couldn’t linger, you had to get ready for RAD. As you turned, you came up to the sink, settling your items on the side of the bowl. It was then you saw your face in the mirror for the first time that morning. Biting your lip, you splashed some water on your face, hoping it would wash away some of the hints of sickness-- the not-sickness...you weren’t sick. Right? You couldn’t have caught the demon illness, right? Was it possible? Your head was throbbing, the heart in your chest pounding in panic. What were you going to do? You couldn’t miss classes, you couldn’t let anyone know, you couldn’t be a burden. Brush your teeth, you thought. Get ready, play it off. It’s not that bad. It’s not that bad. Stop overreacting.

Showering felt nice, it was the only thing so far that let you feel some peace. The steamy hot water released some of the tension in your temples and lungs. Although, the intense heat made you lightheaded, and a single little misstep in the shower had you almost plummet to the floor. Shaking, gasping for air, desperately attempting to cling to the slick stone wall, you slowly sat on the wet tiles, leaning your body back so the stream of water landed directly on your chest. The comfort almost coaxed you back into sleep, but before you could fall into slumber, you jolted. How long had you been in there? Five minutes? Half an hour? You could forget about washing your head today. Crawling out of the shower, the frigid air burnt the inside of your nose, shuddering you with a few sneezes. Not good. You rushed to dry yourself off and pull your uniform on. Before you headed down to the dining hall, you blew your nose, shook your head, and prepared yourself to sound as normal as possible. Somehow you managed not to stumble down the stairs, something you were thankful for. Maybe it wasn’t as severe as you thought it was.

Arguing could be heard past the hall doors. That wasn’t too rare, it’d become tradition almost, to the point where being met with an unclamorous silence was somewhat threatening. What was it this time? Mammon stealing something? Beel eating something? Belphie not doing something?

It was hard to comprehend the words, but you could make out the important pieces. “I bought that for ya, so it… … … that I took it back!” Mammon growled.

“Once you… … … it was mine!” Asmo shrieked. “It wasn’t yours to sell … … … buy it in the first place!”

Ah, so it was another Mammon related issue, you didn’t need to be a hardcore gambler to win that bet. Raised voices didn’t do any good for your head, the pressure in your eardrums throbbing. You stayed silent as you slid inside, or at least you tried to stay silent. Instead, you accidently made your presence prominent as you shut the doors too harshly behind you. Heads turned all at once, your knees threatening to turn to jelly under the gaze.

“Is something the matter, MC?” Lucifer asked, the first one able to sense something wrong. He always knew. You were never able to hide anything from him. However, the fact that you’d been able to play things off in his presence up till now settled a sort of twisted pride inside you. You blamed Pride himself for his bad influence. Lowering his cup from his lips, he raised an eyebrow.

You mustered up a usual grin. “Just...tired,” you lied. Had your throat always been this sore? And was it the table full of warm food, or was it terribly hot in here? Not the healing sort of temperature either, but rather the sticky suffocating heat that formed waves in your vision. Or maybe the room was swirling on its own? Tugging at the collar of your shirt, you took a single step forward, attempting to walk again. You lowered your head, turning away from the eldest, remaining as inconspicuous as possible for fear he’d take one good look at you and expose your troubles. Lucifer was not convinced, shifting his gaze between his morning cup of coffee and your strange stature. For the time being, he dropped his questions, lying in wait for you to exude any signs that you were lying.

Doing your best not to trip up, you eventually sat down at the dining table, a spot left open for you between Belphie--who was sitting up asleep--and Asmo. The demon of lust luckily didn’t seem to notice your weaker state, continuing on his tirade against his older brother. “Mammon, I swear to whatever forces may be listening that if you don’t get it back I will ruin you, you hear me?!”

“Yeah yeah, you can try!” Mammon scoffed.

Asmo spoke again, his words blocked out by the sudden ringing in your ears, the shrill noise spurring on pain behind your eyes. As you bit the inside of your cheek, you squeezed your eyes closed till the painful sound faded away. Only, opening them back up now seemed to make everything worse. The light was harsh, far too harsh, blinding rays striking off every reflective surface. Your vision started to swim, blurring the features of those around you. Squinting, you groaned a bit to yourself before lifting a utensil from the table, attempting to eat some of the breakfast in front of you before anyone became suspicious. Every bite sank heavily to the bottom of your stomach.

“Will the two of you be quiet, for sin’s sake?!” Satan boomed, his wrath peeking through his composure as his brothers started to take their spat too far, interrupting what should’ve been a quiet morning. Although, when had that ever happened? Magic spilling from their fingertips, demon forms exposed, Mammon and Asmo were each ready to brawl it out at any moment. The ruckus finally managed to stir Belphie who was visibly irritated.

The miniscule amount of food you had eaten started to already stir sickeningly within you. The sweltering heat you had felt before stripped away in a moment, a frightening chill creeping over your body. Before you could think, you got to your feet, breathless, heart pounding as an overwhelming presence of something agonizing forced you to move. Getting up too quickly caused the whole world to rock, your head doing somersaults. Lucifer obviously was now convinced everything was far from fine as you swayed on your own two feet, the legs of his chair screeching against the hardwood floor as he stood. Everyone in the room quickly went quiet, all eyes on you as you fumbled. The weight of their attention seemed to push you further over the edge. “It’s...I’m…” You needed to move, to be anywhere but here, so you staggered a few steps away from the group.

You heard the thud before you felt it, not quite comprehending what it meant to feel the floor fall out from beneath you as the world shifted sideways. The area became a chorus of shouts as seven demons called out your name. You didn’t fully blackout. Your consciousness was too stubborn to be snuffed out like that, but you couldn’t fully talk or move either.

A pair of arms wrapped around you, bringing you close to their body. Despite being right next to you, somehow everything still felt so far away, like you were experiencing everything secondhand. The smoothness of leather touched your cheek before the glove was supposedly discarded, cold skin touching your face. “They’re burning up,” Lucifer announced, the undertones of his voice just barely wavering, or perhaps your sense of sound was just as skewed as your sight had been. He flipped his hand over, his knuckles brushing against your forehead. You tried opening your eyes to look at him, but it was next to impossible.

“MC?! Hey, what’s with you?!” Mammon shouted, two hands squeezing your shoulders. The panic in his words was apparent. “What’s wrong with them?!”

“I think they’re sick,” Belphie chimed.

Satan sounded distant, but his voice still drifted to your ears. “Should I alert Simeon and Solomon?”

Without warning, you sensed yourself being lifted off the floor, the sudden movement jerking the last strands of your consciousness back as you lurched into a black weightlessness. You swam through the fog, trying to pick back up the voices in the room.

“...the human world to get a few things,” someone spoke. As you shifted your body, the people went silent, but not for long.

“They’re awake!”

“Thank heavens…”

“Oi, everyone get off ‘em!”

Somehow, you found the energy to open your eyes. There were no arms holding you and the dining room was far gone. You were now in bed, in your room, surrounded by demons, angels, and the only other human in the Devildom. The confusion of the blank spot in your memory shot panic through your nerves, not to mention it was uncomfortable to be stared down like this. “What…?” You gasped, trying to sit up in bed. A washcloth slid off your forehead and down your face. Someone’s gentle hands guided you back into a lying position, taking the rag and putting it back in its place.

Lucifer had a chair pulled up to your bedside, lines popping up between his eyebrows in worry. He finished pressing you back up against your pillow, pulling the blankets back over your chest. “Don’t move too much,” he ordered, his words harsh but his eyes soft. “You collapsed in the dining hall.”

Well, that part you could recall. They must’ve brought you here. Despite it only feeling like a second, you must’ve been out long enough for the other exchange students to arrive. “Is-” You interrupted yourself with some coughs, quickly turning your head into your pillow. Even just speaking left your lungs weak, but you had a question. “Is it…?

“It’s not what the brothers had if that’s what you’re asking,” Solomon nodded. “You as a human couldn’t catch that particular illness. Although if you had, you probably wouldn’t survive. So lucky you, right?” Levi nearly dropped to his knees at that prospect, eyes wide with fear, as if he wasn’t convinced that you were lucky at all. You had to admit, you felt far from it. Many of the other siblings shot the sorcerer a dirty glare, everyone’s nerves strangely on edge. Solomon closed his eyes and laughed a bit. “Aha, but like I said, it’s a very mortal disease. Just a cold or the case of the flu from what I can tell.”

“Just?” Mammon growled, barking out his opinions like an angry guard dog. “They’re lying here looking like they're two seconds away from pushin’ up daisies and you make guesses? You’ve been acting so calm and treating this like it ain’t that serious! And to be honest, it’s kinda tickin’ me off!” He took a few serious steps towards Solomon, shoulders squared, ready to fight. Luke ducked behind Simeon’s body for protection, but there was no need. Before he took things too far, Mammon growled and resumed his brisk pace around your room.

“I hate to agree with him,” Asmo started, “But Mammon’s right.” The fourth-born frowned, some of his outward sparkle dulled with concern. Every hint of his and Mammon’s dispute had faded away. “This isn’t a joke! You have to do something, Solomon! Save them!” Asmo flung himself over the sorcerer begging and pleading, reacting as if you were on your deathbed. Mammon pushed a haughty breath of air between his teeth, turning on his heels to sit beside you on the bed. His nervous energy could hardly be contained, erratically adjusting the blanket over your body as one of his legs bounced up and down rapidly.

Solomon shook his head, brushing Asmo off of him. “I was simply trying to lighten the mood.” You caught a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he watched these powerful demons on the brink of falling to pieces. “If treated properly, it shouldn't be fatal. Plenty of monitoring and rest and the body should heal on its own. Of course if it worsens or persists, then a doctor might be required, but we can cross that bridge when we get to it. Although, like I was saying, it would be best if I went to the human world to at least get some proper medicine. We wouldn’t want our MC here to suffer the full brunt of the symptoms, and I doubt the remedies here would have a desired effect.”

With that, Lucifer sighed, lifting his chin to address the sorcerer. “I shall accompany you to the human world. We’ll get what we need and come right back, understood?”

Either the demon of pride’s stern glare wasn’t at its peak today or Solomon was generally unaffected. The sorcerer looked past him and right at you with a grin on his face. “He gets rather overbearing when it comes to you doesn’t he?”

“We’re leaving,” Lucifer huffed, his arms wide to shepherd everyone out of your room. Several of his siblings cried out in protest. “Everyone out! The last thing MC needs is the bunch of you bothering them.” The only one he didn’t tug along was Simeon, the angel turning down the light and approaching you as soon as everyone had gone.

A short laugh rumbled in his throat. “They sure do care about you a lot,” he smiled. He took Mammon’s previous spot on the bed by you, settled by your hip. He discovered the bump in the blanket that served as your arm under the covers. Slowly, he ran his hand up and down over it. “What a terrible thing for you to be this sick.” It wasn’t often the angel frowned, but in this case he appeared deeply troubled, as if he was taking your pain as his own. “I can help you fall asleep if you’d like me to. Solomon warned me against using too much magic against your weakened immune system, but I should be able to let you sleep peacefully.” He waited for a response, not moving forward with anything till you nodded your head slowly. Golden light rushed to the ends of his fingers, the soft skin of his fingertips brushing against your eyelids to close them. A shudder ran down your spine, your own body tingling, and you wondered if it was his magic or simply just the tender gesture. “Rest well, MC,” Simeon whispered. “Feel better.” And then just like he suggested, your mind quickly got swept along into a blissful sleep.

Angelic magic or not, it didn’t seem to hold back the fever for long. Even in your dreams, all you could feel was frigid fire. Your nerves were fried, unable to tell if you were freezing to death or boiling. And the dreams...the images flashing in your mind of threats you couldn’t understand, dangers that filled you with panic. Someone was uttering words to you that you couldn't understand. All you could do was try to run, try to escape. Everything about you was screaming.

Through the mist of sickness, you could finally make out the voice. “...gotta...can’t...help…” After a few moments of the whimpering and the distress, you were alarmed to figure out it was the sound of your own voice. But you couldn’t even feel yourself saying the words.

“I’m here,” another person muttered past the darkness. “It’s alright…” The stranger shushed, trying to sound sweet to cover up the panic in their tone. “The one time I need that pompous jerk around and he’s gone. Figures.” You could hear a few pages being turned, a frustrated click of a tongue followed after. “Why didn’t I look this up before? Why wasn’t I prepared?” The anger from the other being in the room seemed to affect you. You thrashed a little, kicking your feet as if it would help push off the suffocating agony. Two hands clamped down on your shoulders, pinning you to the bed. “Calm down...Please calm down...I need to calm down.” Once you went back to being mostly still, more pages were turned. “Have the afflicted wear light clothing. I can do that.” A weight was shed off of you as the blanket pulled back. Air struck your sweat covered skin, sending chills down your body. You began to tremble. The front of your RAD uniform was tugged at, someone working at the buttons to shed the outer layer off your body.

“...won’t...s...sor...is…hah…” Your speech was broken, and even if you knew what you wanted to say, your mouth wouldn’t let you. Someone took your hands, lifting your arm to let gravity help assist in removing the sleeve. You could feel it slip before fully crashing against the bed like a dead weight, free of the thick uniform fabric. The same was done with the other arm. Then a hand supported the back of your neck, lifting your upper body just enough until the extra layer was yanked out from under you. Removing the jacket had been like opening an oven. Heat from your body suddenly escaped into the room, no longer trapped behind unnecessary insulation. Even in your rather deranged state, you could feel your shirt sticking to your skin. Now you seemed to be shuddering harder.

“Hydration...medication...Curses, Lucifer, get back here...Nothing...there’s nothing here!” The individual grunted in a growl of vexation, a frantic flutter of paper soaring further away before something heavy struck the ground far from you. You managed to stop moaning, switching to feverish panting. Your company tutted at you again, stroking the top of your head tenderly. “Can you even hear me at all? Breathe, MC, breathe.” It’s embarrassing to admit it took you much longer than you would’ve liked to remember how to control your breathing. Once you took some deeper inhales, you heard your caretaker sigh in relief. “Good…Well, not good, but better.”

Reality had sunken in almost completely now, just covered with a thin layer of dreamy haze. You cracked your eyes open, a mess of blonde hair and worried green eyes looking down at you. “S-Sa...tan,” you murmured.

His hand stroked your head a few more times before grabbing the wet rag again and dotting it across your face. The energy you needed to retain consciousness was quickly fading. Satan’s hands grasped your face. “Hold on! Look at me again, come on.” With every ounce of power you had left, you lifted your eyelids as much as you could. Still half-lidded, you only caught glimpses of his green sweater as he slid one hand under your back, lifting you up gently. Your head bobbed down, chin against your chest as Satan settled your back against your headboard. Gentle fingers lifted your head, some plastic brought to your lips. “You have to stay hydrated, drink just a little.” You wrapped your lips around the straw, sucking water into your body until you felt like you were going to be sick again. Satan moved to put the cup back down, and in that time he made the mistake of letting you go. Gravity tugged your body down, nearly slipping out of bed, threatening to fall to the floor. Thankfully, the demon of wrath was there to catch you. Head resting against his shoulder, you breathily let out a ‘thank you’ that was probably closer to a slurred series of sounds rather than a statement.

His arms wrapped tightly around you. “Don...lea…ve...”

Then everything went black again.

When consciousness flooded back to your mind, you had no idea how long it had been. Turning to your other side, you rubbed your head against the pillow. Everything was still much too warm. You slipped an arm under your heavy headrest, hoping to get to the cooler side. Your pillow twitched. Your pillow...was moving? Up. Down. Slow. Rising with steady breaths. You woke up, shifting enough in your spot to alert the person in your bed. Placing a book to the side, Satan rubbed one of your shoulders. Taking a moment to realize what position you were in, you felt your stomach flop once you came to the conclusion that you were lying against Satan’s legs, clinging to his clothes, hand against his lower back, head resting against his stomach. “You alright?” Satan wondered, pressing a hand to your forehead. You didn’t need to speak for him to know the answer. Not really. “I’ll admit, you had me worried for a while there.” He sat up fully, your head sliding back to your pillow--your actual pillow. You quickly retracted your death grip on him, hugging your arms close to your body. If there could be any more heat in your cheeks, there would be.

Shame creeped into your bones. “S...sorry.”

His expression brightened a small amount, pleased with the fact that you could speak mostly clearly now, even if your voice did sound ragged. He pulled the blanket back over your shoulders and up near your chin. “Don’t worry about that, just worry about feeling better.” He twisted his body, grabbing something off your nightstand again. “Here, have some more water. Everything I’ve read says that you need to stay hydrated at all times.” You dug your elbow into the mattress, lifting your head enough to not choke as you drank. As Satan lowered the glass, you noticed it was almost completely empty. You didn’t remember drinking that much. Exactly how delusional had you been earlier? How much had you forgotten? You downed the rest of the drink in small sips, lying back down when you were done.

“Did…” You squeaked. “Did I do anything…”

“Weird?” Satan finished your sentence for you. “So you don’t remember all of it, I take it?” You shook your head. “You started moaning, hyperventilating. Once you calmed down a bit you collapsed on me and refused to let me go. I figured since I was going to monitor you anyway I would…” A small blush formed on his cheeks. “Hold you till Lucifer got home.”

You looked away from his face, still a bit self conscious. You decided to change the subject. “He’s still gone?”

Satan’s lips almost curled into a little snarl. “Yes. I have no idea why he’s decided to take his sweet time to-” He cut himself off short, clearing his throat and removing any traces of rage. “Don’t worry about him, I’m sure he’ll be home soon with the medicine.” You felt the top of your head being pet again, tempting you to close your eyes. “Until then, is there anything I can get for you?” You shook your head once more, allowing yourself to indulge in your impulses, moving closer to his body. Despite seeming mostly unaffected by the intimacy earlier, he took in a short sharp breath, lifting his head to the side to hide part of his face. His hand was near your face, tauntingly close, reminding you of how chill his skin was and how good it felt to have him stroke your head. You closed your eyes, bringing your head forward enough to bump against his wrist. A stifled gasp rang through the air before he took a deep breath. “It’s unfortunate that you had to be this sick to…” His sentence trailed off, his hand that you’d ran into pressed against your burning cheeks before brushing against your hair, running down the length of locks before starting again. “Conserve your energy,” he whispered. “Go back to bed.”

“... … how are they?”

“...still feverish… …sleeping for a long time…”

“I’ll take over… … get some rest.”

Soft voices somehow roused you from your deep sleep, the final click of your door leaving you awake. You flitted your eyes open, immediately upset with how dry and crusty they felt. It didn’t help you feel any better when you noticed Lucifer by your bed, busy observing a small cardboard container. He was quick to notice you move, turning his head towards you as you wiped the grime from your eyes with the back of your finger. How embarrassing. Having to be sick, weak, vulnerable, positively distasteful, and in front of the people you thought highly of no less. Memories of Satan flooded back into your mind. Would they all think less of you after this? For how low you’d fallen? For how weak you were? You couldn’t let that happen. What had happened with Satan couldn’t be helped, but from here on out you would do your best to be independent. You adjusted to sit up.

“What did I say about moving too much?” He scolded, his hand outstretched to settle you back down. You swept his gesture away, sitting up fully and focusing on the item in his hand. A regular box of human world medicine. You reached out for it, and despite being annoyed you’d swatted him away, he handed it to you. The tones of his voice casually shifted from his typical strict nature to low and sweet. “Is...this the one you need?” You glanced it over. Gel pills, daytime and nighttime ones, for cold and flu symptoms. You nodded. He seemed relieved. “It doesn’t happen often, but I was glad for Solomon’s help in picking the proper medicines,” he admitted. “Who knew humans needed so many medications? And you even have entire shops dedicated to them.” He shook his head as a deep frown formed on his face as if he just realized how fragile and complicated human bodies could be. You sighed, agreeing with him in your mind. You were thankful he managed to bring this back though, for as much as you hated proving he was right, you desperately wanted the medicine to ease your aching symptoms. You tried prying the flap open, annoyed when it refused to tear apart. From out of the corner of your eye, you swore you spotted the smallest smirk cross over Lucifer’s face. “Would you like some help?” You grumbled, turning your torso away from him as you attempted again to open the simple package. In slight sadistic fashion, he simply observed you struggle for another few minutes before you tore the box open. Even just working on that had you nearly breathless, but you scrounged up a little triumphant grin. Pulling out one of the bubble sheets, you settled the box back in your lap which Lucifer quickly picked up, returning to read the details printed on the back. “No more than four doses a day,” he announced. “You can take two of those pills now and then wait for four hours before you can take any more.” He read all that out with the confidence of a doctor who knew exactly what he was prescribing. “I want you to check in with me before you decide to take more, understood?”

You desperately wanted to be snippy about it, but the energy for defense was long gone. Plus, you knew that he needed to have his hands on the reins at all times, and his stubbornness was especially bad when it was a situation he had no control over. “Okay,” you squeaked, pressing your thumb tightly against the foil backing until the pills were free. Dumping them out into your palm, you sighed to yourself once you spotted the empty glass of water from earlier. You’d have to go refill it.

As soon as you pushed the blankets back and swung your legs out of bed to stand up, Lucifer tightly gripped your shoulders. Normally, he would’ve reacted before the thought even crossed your mind, but your actions must’ve stunned him more than usual. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Wincing a little, you cleared your throat before you spoke. “I need water.” You tried to get back up, but your weakened strength was no match against Lucifer’s, and he was hardly trying.

“Then let me get some for you.” Your lips parted to utter out a rebuttal but he’d have none of it. He grasped your ankles, pulling your legs back into bed and folding the covers back over the lower half of your body. He pointed a gloved finger at you. “You’re not to move.” He plucked the empty glass off the tabletop, striding out of your door before you could even try to argue. A low groan rumbled in your chest, your lungs convulsing out a few more coughs. By the time you got your breathing managed again, the demon of pride was back in your room, handing you a fresh glass of water. A deeper frown tugged at the corners of his mouth as he watched ripples form in the liquid as your hand shook. Attempting to stabilize your hold only seemed to make it worse. He reached out, his intention to help you drink. Before he could, you popped both pills in your mouth and grasped at the cup with both hands as you brought the rim to your lips, watching his arm fall dejectedly back to his sides. Even the smooth gel coating went down rough, feeling more like two sharp stones scraping the inside of your esophagus. With your nose more stopped up than usual, by the time you were done drinking you were gasping for air, resulting in coughs again, hard enough to nearly make you gag. Lucifer took the cup from you before you could drop it, settling it on your nightstand. You were bowled over, tears streaming from your eyes. Rare panic crossed over Lucifer’s face, rubbing your back till the coughing fit came to an end. He took a deep inhale once it was over. Then he placed his touch over your forehead again, his thumb gently rubbing against your temple. When he retracted, you nearly let a little moan betray your feelings. You’re supposed to be independent, you reminded yourself. Lucifer shifted in his seat a bit, brandishing another item from his pockets. “We got one of these things as well,” he explained, taking the little item between his fingers and squinting to better study it. “He said it would be useful in monitoring your temperature, but...he failed to explain how it worked.”

If you were feeling even just a bit better, you would’ve laughed. Lucifer took the thermometer and pointed the end towards your forehead, his eyebrows raised as he waited for something to happen, only to scowl when nothing did. You let a similar cocky expression coat your face as he was the one to struggle with something so simple this time. If only he knew he had the right idea but the wrong type. He’d gotten one of the older fashioned versions. “This kind goes under my tongue,” you explained.

“Really?” He hummed. “How strange. Seems...messy.” He held the end close to your mouth, his face showing no signs of amusement this time as he waited. You hesitated, your heart beating faster at the emotions swelling in your chest. Independent, independent, independent, you repeated in your mind. Only, you’d caught him in a very impatient mood. With his other hand, he cupped it around your chin, carefully pulling your jaw down till he could slip the end of the thermometer under your tongue. You pressed your lips back together, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. The small device beeped once it got its reading. Lucifer pulled it out and brought it back towards him. “101.4” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair before settling the thermometer down, attempting to guide your body back down in a lying position.

You stopped him, grabbing his wrist, eyes focusing on anything other than his face. “You don’t...have to do this.”

He entertained you, fully capable of pushing you down should he desire it, but he let you keep him in your grasp. His eyes narrowed. “What thing in particular are you talking about?”

Taking as deep of a breath your lungs would allow, you corrected yourself. “You don’t have to take care of me, I mean.” Words strained and cracking, they did little to convince the demon. “I’m well enough to take care of myself. Trust me, I’ve done it plenty before.”

Distrustful and discouraged, he stiffened, tugging his wrist away. “Be that as it may, while you are down here you are my responsibility. It is part of my duty to ensure you are safe and well looked after. Do you expect me to just walk away from my role?”

You’ll admit, it wasn’t very rational, but something other than the fever in you burned. “I’m not an assignment to be written off, Lucifer.”

“You know I didn’t mean that.” His crimson eyes looked down at you for a moment, the air silent between you save for the faint rattling in your chest. Eventually, he spoke back up, the previous forbidding expression gave way to a small smile. He closed his eyes and chuckled a little, taking you aback. “When did you ever get so prideful? Is it too bold to assume it’s my doing?” Then his hand moved forward, unbothered by your past attempt to push him away. He brushed sticky strands of hair away from your face. “If you truly don’t want me here, I will leave.” Your chest seemed to flutter at his words. It wasn’t that you...didn’t want him there. It was that you did. Almost too much. If there was anything you didn’t want, it was to be a hindrance. You knew how busy Lucifer was. His trip to the human world had probably already doubled his workload, and if you were right they’d all skipped classes for your sake, and- “MC.” He cupped your face, the look on his face told you that he knew everything you were thinking. “Not worrying about anything else, not overthinking it, do you want me here, yes or no? A simple question and two simple options.”

“I…” You knew the answer, and he did too, trying to hold back his amusement until he could hear the answer for himself. “If...you...want to.”

He shook his head in a defeated way. “You’re incorrigible, you know that don’t you?” With your acceptance, he took your shoulders, letting you lie down. He took the rag that had fallen off to the side, gently brushing it across your face. Under your eyes, over your cheekbones, under your chin. Then he leaned forward, his upper body resting against your bed, his head propped up under one of his hands. He gazed at you, tracing your jawline with his knuckle. The skin across his cheeks turned a light pink. “Of course I want to be with you. Not a moment goes by that I don’t desire to be at your side.”

The fast acting medicine and the fact that you’d been so distracted by his peaceful touch, you’d totally missed what he’d told you. “Hm?” You sleepily hummed, too focused on how close his body was to yours.

“Nothing,” he mused, making sure you were secure under the covers. “I’ll tell you once you’ve recovered. Sleep now.”

The muscles in your body slowly woke you up, screaming at you to change positions after having slept like a stone for Diavolo-knows how long. Eyes still closed, sleep still foggy on your mind, you turned over in bed. However, even with the smallest amount of alertness you possessed, you were very aware of how...generally upsetting your body felt. Soon it was all you could focus on, forcing you awake. Groaning, mourning the comfort of sleep, you slowly stretched out your weary legs. Your feet pressed against a foreign lump in your bed.

Mammon shot up, uncurling himself from the foot of your bed as he apparently woke up from a nap. “MC!” He crawled forward, placing both of his hands on the side of your face. “How ya feeling?” His sudden energy left you a bit winded, still trying to comprehend him caressing your face so tenderly. He let his arms drop to your shoulders. You shifted under his gaze, shaking your head.

“Like garbage…” Hot, sweaty, gross, you felt uncomfortable in your own skin. Mammon frowned, his blue eyes wide and shimmery. He resembled a puppy for just a second, observing your face for any sort of hope that by some miracle you’d fully recovered. When he saw you were still the worst for wear, he sighed, grabbing the covers around you and tucking it against your legs. Only, the blanket wasn’t one that you owned. Running your hands over the fabric, you noticed that this was one of Lucifer’s blankets. It was lighter and cooler than the blanket you had on before. You took in the rest of your room for a moment, noticing more than one thing out of place. Mammon had been resting on one of Belphie’s pillows, one of his new expensive ones. In fact the pillow you had been sleeping on was replaced with one of Sloth’s. On your nightstand, near your box of medicine and a box of tissues was a little diffuser, one you recognized as Asmo’s. A small plume of steam flushed out of the top, a mild comforting scent spreading throughout the space. A book that wasn’t yours, a replica of some sword draped over your table, and a number of other things that had never been between your walls before were littered here and there. You tilted your head. “Where did these things come from?” You wondered.

Mammon lowered his eyelids, his hands on his hips as he settled into a more comfortable seating position beside you. “Listen, my hands get grabby sometimes when I get anxious.”

You simply blinked at him. “You were worried?”

His sincere expression changed as he frowned, pink touching his cheeks as he shook his head. “W-well of course! Lucifer would make sure I never saw a lick of Grimm again if something happened to you…” His voice turned to a lower mumble. “And what, you thought I wouldn’t be worried after watching you take a spill like that? Had me thinking you’d bit the dust for a second!” His eyes flickered around the room as if he was making sure you two were truly alone. Then he leaned past you, fluffing up the pillow you had been laying on. As he straightened, he pressed his hand against your forehead, his body temperature much warmer than Lucifer’s. “Never make me that worried again, yeah? I...You see...Just don’t, okay?”

You hummed an affirming tone, nodding, a small smile creeping across your mouth. Then after the moment had passed, you shifted in your spot. You felt disgusting even after all that effort to take a shower this morning. Lucifer did say not to move too much, but right now you wanted to be clean more than anything. Pushing back the blankets encouraged a similar reaction to Lucifer’s earlier.

“Oi! What do you think you’re doing?!” Mammon scurried to his feet, standing in front of you with his arms wide to block you from moving, even though you had yet to even leave the bed. “Bed rest means staying in bed last I checked!”

“Please, Mammon, I just want to take a shower, I’m grimy and gross. I feel like an over-steamed dumpling.”

“Don’t let Beel hear you say that.” You managed to stand up, but your sense of balance left much to be desired. On instinct you ended up grabbing Mammon’s shoulders to keep from falling over. “Alright, nuh uh, you can barely move! What if you end up falling and cracking that head of yours open, huh?” Your mind was brought back to your morning mishap and near tumble in the shower from before. “You’re lucky you didn’t injure yourself too badly earlier!”

Your eyes widened. “H-how did you know about that? I don’t remember telling anyone.”

His eyebrows raised. “I’m talking about the dining hall, dummy. But now that you’ve let that little detail slip there’s not any chance I’ll let you go now! No way.” He put one arm under yours to keep you steady, ready to keep you back in bed for good.

Gathering up what little energy you had, you took several deep breaths, gently pushing yourself away from his body until you were standing on your own, just barely stable. “Mammon, please?” It had been your goal up until now to look as far from pathetic as possible, yet now you poured all that into your expression, eyes pleading, head tilted a bit to the side.

He squirmed. “Tch, you think you can do whatever you want just by giving me some puppy-eyes? Who do you think I am?”

“Fine,” you grumbled. “I bet Asmo would let me take a shower. Maybe I should call him and have him take care of me instead.”

“Asmo?! I...you...fine! But I’m c-coming with you, to make sure you stay safe and all.”

You lowered your eyes at him. “You can stay outside the bathroom.”

“I’m not payin’ for a busted door if I need to break in. I’m going inside! I’ll just turn around or somthin’.”

He stared you down with a nature stubborn enough to match your own. In your state now, you had little time to squabble. “Fine.” You started walking, leaning against bits of furniture to keep you steady. Acting rather gentlemanly, Mammon rushed ahead of you to open your door. Once he did, he took your arm tucked against his in a sort of escorting fashion. Saying nothing, you both took steady silent steps to the bathroom. You were immensely pleased to find it unoccupied, leaving Mammon’s side to step in. Like he promised he would, he followed you inside, shutting the door before his cheeks turned dark with embarrassment. He turned, parking himself in a corner with his face to the wall.

“I-I’ll be right here in case something happens, alright?” For him to come this far for you was...The added heat rushing through your body only caused you to feel worse, so you flicked on the water to heat up as you stripped. As you were taking off your pants, balancing on one leg, you teetered to the side, nearly falling. The tub right next to you served as your saving grace. You panted, cursing at yourself for being so clumsy. “You alright?!” Mammon clasped his hands over his face before turning around. “MC?” Riddled with nervous anxiety, he danced back and forth on his feet.

“I’m okay,” you wheezed. Just barely. You planted your foot against the fabric of your pants, tugging your other leg out. “Just keep looking at that wall.” You questioned the idea of him being in here at first, but now you were beginning to have little trust in yourself. What if you did collapse, locked, exposed inside an empty room till someone came looking for you? You shuddered. Climbing into the shower, you pulled the curtains across the rod until you were completely concealed. You let out a breath of relief as the steam once again cleared up your airways, the pressure building up in your head loosening. Shutting your eyes, you let the water wash over you, cleaning off the sticky sweat that had clung to your body. You simply stood there for a few moments, appreciating the serenity. Then you figured it would be best to get yourself clean while you had the capacity to. Reaching down for the soaps you used, you washed your hair and vigorously scrubbed down your body, envisioning all the germs swirling down the drain. Although by the time you were done, you became aware of the fact that you might’ve made the water a bit too hot, and you might’ve once again pushed yourself a little too far. Nausea came along with the dizziness, the floor losing it’s feeling of solidity. After you turned the water off, you tore the shower curtain back, stepping onto the bathroom mat.

“You done?” Mammon asked. Right now, all you could do was grunt in response. The small burst of energy you possessed had plummeted. You bypassed the towels and straight for your clothes. Only, the clothes you had been wearing previously were gone. On cue, Mammon explained. “Oh I got you some pajamas. Not good to be lying in those same clothes all day, besides, I got you something comfier.” Folded up on the floor by the tub were a comfortable pair of your pajamas. Pushing aside your humiliation, you picked up the “pajamas” he’d picked out for you. One of your shorts and...one of his t-shirts. It was one he had bought on a whim, much like most of his other purchases. Merch from an action movie you and him had watched in the theaters a while ago. He loved this thing. You could only stare at it for a few seconds. Mammon was right, these would be much nicer to sleep in.

With a meek voice you started slipping into the new outfit, still dripping. “T-thank you.” You had hardly finished poking your head through the shirt before your knees began to tremble. Your head felt foggy, your mind threatening to slip. “M-Mammon,” you gulped, your voice shaking.

He spun around, eyes squeezed shut. “What? What is it? Are you bleeding? Are you hurt? Are you dressed? Can I look?” As soon as you ‘mm-hm’ed he flashed his eyes open, took in the sight of your shuddering frame before hurrying over to you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head for a moment, the world disappearing as you plummeted to the floor. You woke up in his arms hardly a few seconds after your fainting spell. Held tightly against his body, he wrapped his limbs around you, supporting you to keep you upright. “Hey, hey!” His voice shook as he squeezed you. “MC!”

“ ‘s too...hot.”

“Stupid human…” He muttered, his rugged tone falling short. “And you’re still drenched! Are you trying to make yourself even worse?” When his sharp remarks were met with your silence, he pulled you closer. “Ah...Really not good, huh?” He asked softly, one of his hands rubbing your back. You could only slowly shake your head. “Let’s get you back to bed, eh?” He brushed some damp hair away from your face before he dragged you out the door, his distress growing ever more visible the more you seemed to slump harder against him. It felt like an eternity inching back to your room, flopping facedown onto your bed as soon as it was in your sights. The mattress bobbed up and down, the movement surprisingly soothing, almost lulling your body to a light sleep right then and there. “Alright, come on. It’ll do you no good to fall asleep like that.” Mammon helped lift you up, letting you settle your head against his body, arms wrapped around his neck as he worked to get you back under the covers. He tucked you in, moving about the room nervously the less responsive you became. Shutting your eyes to conserve some energy, you listened to him curse under his breath, grumbling to himself about “fragile humans”. At some point, a dry fabric came into contact with the top of your head. You were pushed slightly to make some space for him to sit down. He adjusted you till your head was in his lap, the fabric massaging against your wet hair. “Stupid human…” He repeated, softly scrubbing the towel against your scalp. “Why’d you have to go and get yourself sick, huh?”

“...didn’t...mean to...I’m sorry…”

The motions across your head stopped, then you felt the back of his hand stroke against your cheek. “Now don’t sound like that...Do you know how much it hurts me to see ya like this?” He paused and then resumed ensuring your hair was as dry as he could get it. “Don’t you worry, the Great Mammon will be right here for you till you feel better, alright?” His voice sounded strained. “So ya better get better…” You cracked your eyes open, pushing yourself up. “What’re you doing? I-“ He quickly cut himself off as soon as you settled yourself between his legs, head against his chest. You could hear his throat casually gasp for breath. His nose came down to nestle against the top of your head, his arms dropping the towel, instead wrapping around your body. “Don’t do this for anyone but me, ya hear? Only I...only I want to take care of you like this.” He pulled the blanket up around the both of you, his soft breaths growing deeper and deeper. Eventually you both fell asleep.

Your mind was flooded with more fever dreams, clips and scenes of moments your conscious mind wouldn’t even know how to explain. It blurred the line between what was real and what was simply your imagination, so in the moment, when you were disturbed from your sleep, you didn’t even react. Your body was moved, flipped over, weightless, moved from the soft surface you were on to something firmer. You could only process it for a mere second before you were plunged back into a nonsensical plot your frayed mind came up with. After what felt like some time, you were just barely awoken again when harsh and hushed whispers buzzed in your ears.

“They shouldn’t be down here!”

“So cute! I mean, poor thing.”

“Are they still asleep?”

“Take them back.”

Once you realized that this was real, you slowly became aware of more things around you. As tired numbness left your limbs, you felt your arms pinned against your body, something around you constricted your movement. Panic struck you for only just a second, feeling that your blanket was simply wrapped around your body. You figured in your restless state you must’ve trapped yourself inside it. An involuntary groan escaped your mouth as you squirmed a little, moving your feet in an attempt to feel an escape.

Something outside of you moved you, tugging you tighter against something firm, a pressure rubbing circles into your back. It soothed you enough to keep you from struggling, but you were steadily waking up. The “wall” you were against vibrated as a deep voice rumbled out of it. “I just thought...it wouldn’t feel like a family dinner without them.” Your body was adjusted again, lifted to be propped up against what you now understood was a torso. One strong arm kept you still, draped against your back.

“S-surely you can’t hold them and eat at the same time, Beel,” someone muttered. “Why don’t you let your big bro hold em?”

The body holding you tightened around you, shielding you. “No.”

“Don’t underestimate him.”

“Should we wake them up?”

“Don’t humans heal faster when they sleep?”

Someone else let out an exhausted breath. “Fine, but they’re to be put back in bed once you’re done.”

The chest your head was against hummed with satisfaction. “Got it.” Soon, quiet but eager eating noises could be heard outside your muffled prison. If you connected the dots correctly, you were resting against Beel who had brought you down to dinner while you had been asleep. Was this a brief glance into what Belphie felt like? Albeit with more comfort and less...pain. Although he’d probably beg to differ. Right now, you couldn’t even pinpoint where the source of your suffering was coming from. It just seemed to be...all over, even down to the tips of your fingers. Even if you had wanted to move, you didn’t have the energy for it, so despite being almost wide awake at this point, you stayed in place. You tried to focus on anything else to keep your mind off the aching. Beel’s heart sounded like a distant drum. Burying your face closer against his body, you let out a small whimper, focusing on the melodic thumping of his healthy heart. You could even hear the pace speed up as your cheek pressed up against him.

“Beel, you alright?”

The sound of eating stopped, and a clink of something metallic against glass sounded before a second arm enveloped you, a hand settled at the back of your head. “I’ll eat in a little bit,” Beel whispered.

“In a--”

“Shhhh! Shut up, Mammon!”

“I mean…” The voice returned to barely audible. “Whadda sayin’ ‘in a bit’? You’re not sick again are ya?” Beel didn’t grace anyone with a response. You were gently squeezed in his hug, a weight coming down on top of your head, presumably his chin. The hand behind your head moved to the space between your shoulder blades, moving up and down in rhythmic strokes along your spine. It was uncanny, you thought, how he almost immediately knew how desperate you were for some comfort. Or maybe he was just perceptive like that. If anyone would be, it would be Beel.

“How are they feeling?” Someone asked.

Cooler air poured against your face as the space left for you to breathe was made wider. Light from the dining hall illuminated outside your eyelids. Beel’s hand pressed against your forehead, moving down to cup your cheeks. Out of everyone, he always ran the warmest, bordering on nearly being a walking furnace. And yet even he moaned in unease, his stomach groaning alongside him in worry. “Still too hot,” he announced. You allowed yourself to flicker your eyes open, looking up at him just as he moved his hand away. Both his eyebrows raised in surprise before he quickly frowned. “Did I wake you up? Sorry.” You figured that now that everyone knew you were up, it would be time to move. Sitting up straighter in your spot, you wiggled one of your arms out of your cocoon, pulling the fabric of your blanket off your head, letting it settle around your waist. You rubbed spots out from your vision, blinking as you soaked in the sight of the room.

Asmo politely dabbed at the corners of his mouth with a napkin, settling it back in his lap before addressing you with the sweetest pair of eyes. “Good evening, darling! How’re you feeling?”

You had half of a mind to try to play the “I’m fine” card, but with your fit with Satan and fainting scare with Mammon, it would be no use to even try to pretend you were fine. So you didn’t see the harm in being honest. “Like I’ve been to hell and back.”

“You are in hell,” Belphie quipped.

“You know what I mean.” You turned your head and glanced up, your heart pounding more prominently when you once again realized just how big Beel was compared to you, an otherworldly size. Sweeping away your embarrassment, you started tugging at the blanket to free your legs, moving to leave his lap. “Sorry, Beel.”

His hand grabbed one of your wrists. “What do you mean?” He tugged at you, repositioning you firmer in his lap. “You didn’t do anything.” His beautiful amethyst irises stared right into yours. “I wanted you here. Meals aren’t the same without you.” He pat the top of your head, letting his fingers scratch gently into your scalp. In most situations, you’d find your open vulnerability to be embarrassing, but right now you couldn’t care less. You leaned back into him, nestling your nose into his chest, using his body to block out the light. Beel gripped the blanket and pulled it back up to settle around your shoulders.

“Speaking of meals,” Lucifer started. “It’s about time MC had something to eat.”

Satan spoke up. “Do we even have anything decent enough for sick humans to have?” The brothers went back and forth for a while, bringing recommendations hypothetically to the table about what would be best for you.

“Belphie knows the most about humans, what do you think?” Beel wondered.

A lone monotone hum rang out for a moment. “I think it was stew or something like that.”

A strange bout of irritation drilled in you. You turned your head, addressing the group. “You know you could just ask the human right here. I might be sick but I’m not completely helpless.”

Brusque tones usually granted you grating glares, but even Lucifer seemed to give you a pass. “So?” The eldest questioned. “Tell us what you need and we can get it for you.”

Something about that knocked the rebellious wind out of you. You lowered your head a bit and sighed. “Don’t even worry about it, I’m not hungry anyway.” A bold statement to claim whilst sitting in the lap of Gluttony.

Shaking you lightly, Beel squinted at you. “You’ve barely eaten all day.” The expression on his face turned Lucifer levels of stern. It wasn’t an appearance he took too often. Even now you knew this was a losing battle. A flash of a memory popped up in your mind, one of when Beel had been sick. You pressed your lips together into a thin line.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not.”

“Beel--”

“MC. Eat.” His flat tone trembled throughout his body, sending a shudder through you. Lucifer was always strict, so it never caught you off guard, not anymore. But when Beel got this way it pierced through everyone in the room. As if they’d been the one commanded, everyone took a single bite of their meal.

You gave in, your stature shrinking. “Fine...something light then. Soup’s fine. I’ll go get some…”

Beel’s arms wrapped around you again, keeping you to him. “No you won’t. Levi.”

The third-born almost yelped, sinking down into his seat before stuttering. “S-sure, I-I’ll get it…” As he headed to the kitchen you could hear him grumble. “Of course he had to pick me. Why me? It’s always me…” You felt a bit sorry for the otaku as he slunk away. In fact you almost felt sorry for everyone in the room. Even just alluding to the skip of a meal had Beel suddenly tense, on alert. He had you held against him in a guarded manner, his torso bent forward to lean over what he could of yours. He didn’t settle back down till Levi came back in a handful of minutes later, resting a bowl of soup in front of you. It was of human origins you assumed, it looked like regular chicken noodle. The aroma had bits of nostalgia bubble within you. And now that it was here, you hated to admit that you actually were hungry.

You reached over to try to grab a spoon, falling just a bit short of the table’s edge. Beel’s arms were admittedly much longer than yours, not needing to sit as close as you usually did. Beel grasped a clean utensil for you, getting a decent portion of stock in it’s dip. He held his other hand under the spoon to make sure he didn’t spill any, then he brought it over to you. Did you try to deny it? Maybe a little, but Beel’s spine-chilling glower had you reconsider. You opened your mouth and let him feed you. The hot broth slid down your sore throat easily, relieving some of the pain. As it warmed you up from the inside, Beel finally went back to smiling, everyone breathing in relief. “See, doesn’t it make you feel better?” Beel brought a new spoonful to your lips.

You swallowed again and admittedly nodded. “A bit.”

Out of the blue, Beel brought his face down, planting a gentle kiss to the top of your head. Some of his siblings gasped, but if the demon of gluttony heard it, he pretended he hadn’t. His free hand went back to rubbing your back, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice, the many sensations driving some of the pain from your mind. “Good,” Beel beamed. “Remember, your body needs fuel to keep going.”

“I know…” The parallel between now and when he had been sick was almost perfect. Beel took the bowl in his hands, bringing it over to settle in your lap, keeping it steady in his hold. “Isn’t it hot?” You asked, worried he’d burn his skin.

“Not to me,” he assured you.

You sighed, taking the spoon from him so you could eat yourself. “Thank you for always looking out for me, Beel.”

You expected him to be pleased, but he quickly turned downcast. “I couldn’t protect you from this.” Heart breaking, all you could do was stare down into your lap, watching the broth gently swirl in the bowl. This had mostly been your fault. If you had done something just a bit differently, maybe…

“No, Beel, that wasn’t your fault,” Belphie spoke up, pushing his plate with his leftovers on it closer to his twin to finish. “Besides, it��s your job now to take care of MC now more than ever, right?”

Beel turned his head away from the food, peering down at you in his lap. He nodded once, bringing his head down to press his forehead to yours. “You’re right. Sick or not, I’ll always watch over them.”

After dinner, Beel carried you back up to bed, reluctant to let you be free of his arms, but he managed. After giving you one last once-over and another little kiss to your temple, he hurried back down to the dining hall. After all, he was far from having his fill of food. Lucifer had followed the two of you inside, taking your temperature once more. 100.7, still higher than he’d prefer it to be, but glad to discover it had gone down even if just by a hair. He allowed you to take some medicine and urged you to get some more rest. Flicking the light off, he wished you sweet dreams before he left, torn away from you by work he couldn’t ignore. Although, even with the comfort of your bed and the satisfying feeling of something warm in your belly, for the first time, slumber eluded you. It wasn’t that you weren’t tired--exhaustion might as well have been your permanent state at this point--but shutting your mind off, drifting away into peaceful bliss didn’t seem like an option right now.

You spent a few hours on your D.D.D. scrolling through posts and web-pages, anything to keep you occupied. Although, that eventually bored you after a while. You sat up, trying to not let the loneliness of your empty room consume you. Had everyone gone to bed already? Had you already gotten used to falling asleep with someone beside you? That couldn’t be the case, right? You slowly got out from under your covers, padding over to the door. Maybe if you walked around the House of Lamentation enough, you’d be able to go to bed. You were feeling a bit better, capable of moving around on your own at the very least. You entered the empty hallway, the midnight moon rays creeping across the rug settled across the stone floor. The branches outside the windows cast twisted shadows across the corridor. Some people might’ve found it dreadful, but whether it was your own stranger tastes or the fact that you’d been down here so long, you found it to be serene in a mystical sort of way.

Drifting through the halls like a weary ghost patrolling the perimeter, you wandered past each of the brother’s rooms. The house was surprisingly still. Before you knew it, you ended up in the music room. Shifting your feet towards the gorgeous ebony piano, your fingers brushed lightly over the ivory keys. Pushing down a low B, the note reverberated through the room, your skin tingling at the broken silence. It quenched some of your boredom. So you pushed another one, the lowest note this time, the deep tone rumbling through you.

“Having fun are we?”

You jumped, every hair across your body standing up on end. Swirling around, you met a pair of ruby eyes in the shadows. A string of curses left your lips. “What in hell’s name are you doing, Lucifer? Nearly scared me to death…” You pressed a hand to your beating chest, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You sunk to your knees, the wind knocked out of you.

He stepped further into the light, arms crossed, almost fuming. “I could ask you the same question. Once again I have to wonder, what are you doing out of bed? Are you that determined not to recover, is that it?” Hair slightly messy, well-tailored pajamas barely creased, you figured he must’ve just gotten out of bed, possibly disturbed before he could fall asleep. It would explain the death glare he was giving you.

“I...couldn’t sleep,” you answered truthfully, followed by an innocent little shrug.

With two fingers, he pinched at the bridge of his nose. “And so Levi just let you waltz around on your own?”

You tilted your head. “Levi?”

Something dawned on him with your confused question. A terrifying smile arched over his face, the corners twitching as the small amount of light in the room was snuffed out by his menacing aura. “Leviathan…” Yelping at the sudden movement, Lucifer hoisted you over one of his shoulders, gliding across the floor at a ridiculous pace until he was in front of Levi’s room. You wiggled, beating a gentle fist against Lucifer’s back.

“Let me down!”

He let you slide off of him, settling you back on your feet, but he quickly grasped one of your hands to keep you to his side. Despite his furious demeanor, he gently knocked on the door, waiting for approximately two seconds before knocking harder. “Levi!”

You heard the otaku approach his door before he swung it open. “What?! I’m in the middle of a very important raid! What could you possibly need--” The entrance to the room cracked open, Levi sticking his head out before all the color drained from his face. The tangerine hue of his eyes flickering from you to his older brother, the demon with paper-thin patience. Levi gulped, the little bump in his throat bobbing.

“Forgive me if I’m wrong, but didn’t I inform you that you would be keeping an eye on MC tonight?” The higher lilt in his question was laced with hostility. “Or maybe I didn’t make myself clear.” You felt a pang of guilt for the demon of envy.

“Lucifer,” you urged, tugging at his hand which kept you in a vice grip. “I’ll go back to bed, it’s not an issue.” He was ready to blow a gasket, the weariness of dealing with work and keeping his brother’s shenanigans at bay without your assistance clearly was affecting him. Who knew he’d come to depend on you this much? You reached up, rubbing his shoulder with the sweetest look you could come up with. “Please, don’t be angry.”

Shutting his eyes, squeezing your hand, he gave himself time to breathe. “MC, rest. Levi, take care of them. And no, I’m not asking.” The dark circles under Lucifer’s eyes almost seemed to run blacker, his irises duller than they should’ve been.

“Hey, don’t worry about me,” you comforted him. “Go get some sleep yourself.”

His shoulders sagged ever so slightly. “The sick shouldn't be fussing over the hale and whole, you know, but I will. I shall see you tomorrow.” He brought your hand up, kissing it before he let it go. “And, Levi.” The demon of envy flinched, hoping that he’d been forgotten. “I’ll see you tomorrow as well.”

Levi hung his head low as his older brother walked away, preemptively sniffling at his possible doom. “...and my raid is ruined…T-this is just the worst.” You were a bit sorry for Levi for being thrown at you like this, but you couldn’t help but wonder in the back of your mind if he...had forgotten about you. You watched the outline of Lucifer disappear into the darkness before you shivered. The temperature inside the house was dropping. “Huh?” Levi snapped out of his pitiful thoughts. “Are you-are you cold?”

“A little…”

“O-oh, I guess...maybe...Would it be alright if you stayed in my room tonight?” His stance shifted behind his door, anxiously moving his gaze around to keep from making direct eye contact with you.

Sighing, you nodded. After all, with the adrenaline crash, you doubted you had energy left to walk back to your room. “Sure.”

He let you in, shutting the door behind you and locking it with a magical charm to keep the riff-raff out. He scurried over to his tub-bed, pulling out some random plush collectibles, and letting them rest against the floor for now. He spun on his feet for a moment, taking in his room before bringing his thumb up to bite on the nail of it. “Y-you can stay anywhere, I have some blankets I guess...Gah! Why did Lucifer have to make me watch you?” The heart in your chest sank a bit, and you lowered your head, a small “oh” leaving your lips. Clutching his hair, Levi immediately regretted what he said. “No! No no no no, that’s-that’s not what I-I-I--” He stuttered for a good while, unable to grasp proper control of his tongue. “Wait, wait!” Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he picked up one last Ruri-Chan plush from the bed, covering part of his face with it. “I just...I don’t remember the last time I took care of someone sick…Knowing me, I-I’ll somehow make you worse! What-what if I’m forced to make a split second decision that could be the-the difference between life and death?! I’ll end up killing you! Living the rest of my life in isolated drunken regret!”

He quickly spiraled down a slippery slope of what-ifs, a dramatic fantasy playing out before him where he’d been cast out of the Devildom as your murderer, a disgusting vagabond, living on wildberries and wildlife with naught but his loneliness and shadow to keep him company. His rising anxiety was making him hyperventilate. You had to come over to him, gently take his shoulders and shake him slightly, dragging him back to reality. “Levi, I highly, highly doubt it will come to that. When Lucifer means ‘take care of me’ he mostly means making sure I have what I need.” You gave the sides of his arms a little rub.

“But I don’t know what you need!”

“Well, what I need right now is for you to calm down, first off,” you told him, dropping your hands back to your sides, gripping the end of the tub. Climbing into his bed had never really been an issue before, but hoisting yourself over the edge proved difficult a task. You felt his shaky hands come under your arms, hoisting you enough till you could sink yourself into his nest of pillows. You grinned, thanking him as you reached up to rub the top of his head. “See? Stuff like that, nothing too difficult. Fetch quests and escort missions. Easy mode. I’ll be here, just do your own thing.”

That seemed to ease him enough. He gripped one of his blankets and pulled it over you, moving back over to his desk. Muttering about the raid, he clacked at the keys, his mood steadily improving the more he lost himself in the world of gaming. You felt at the fabric of your pants, remembering with a small moan that they didn’t have pockets...meaning you’d left your D.D.D. in your room. Figures, you thought. So, in your last ditch effort to stay entertained, you moved Levi’s pillows around, making a small wall to prop yourself against, peering over the top of the basin to stare at his screen. You watched his character move around, fighting random enemies. He was completely absorbed, lightly talking to himself as he moved along, humming the victory theme anytime a quest was completed. At one point, he was paying too much attention to a beautifully fleshed out character model to notice what they were telling him, information that he needed to know but missed out on. After that, he was sent towards a boss that ended up instantly killing him when it finished charging up its “claymore of chaos’ move. Levi tried one more time, then three more times, and then about twenty. “What the heck?! How am I supposed to beat you?!” Levi finally shouted, pushing himself slightly away from his desk.

Speaking up for the first time in a few hours, you shared with him the information he missed. “You’re supposed to use your Mystical Missile spell.”

He jumped, almost falling out of his chair. “I thought you were asleep!”

“I still can’t sleep…I don’t know why.” You pulled your blanket tighter around you, peeking at him from your spot. A blush ran over his cheeks, rubbing the back of his head.

“Oh...Really? Mystical Missile? But it’s a trashy beginner spell.”

“That NPC lady said it would work, I dunno.” You shrugged. “Try it out, it can’t hurt.”

So he did, removing one of his high level skills to equip the basic one. Severely doubting success, he entered the boss arena again. It was admittedly tense, keeping you both on the edge of your seat. Once “claymore of chaos” was building, Levi let the spell fly towards him. The boss staggered, a crack forming in it’s armor. “It worked!” He shouted, yelping as a new flurry of enemy spells flew towards his character. If it was entertainment you were looking for, you found it, cheering him on as he hunched over, focused on his every move. Once it went down, you both whooped and cheered. It had been a bit too much for your lungs, dissolving into some coughs. Levi rushed to his feet, rubbing your back. “You okay?”

You nodded, letting your body shudder with a few more hacks till it was done. Voice more hoarse than before, you still smiled at him. “You did it!”��

A laugh bubbled out of him. “Victory! Dun dun dun! Legendary item acquired!” Then his expression fell for a second. “Have you just been sitting there, watching me the whole time?” You nodded. He gripped one of his hoodie sleeves. “Would you rather do something...together?”

You brightened. “Sure!”

Giddy, he hurried over to the computer, picking up his loot before saving the game, closing the program. “If you’re in the mood for watching something, how about this new anime I found? I’m only a few episodes in, but I can start over! It’s called ‘I Transferred To A New School, But Everyone There Is Part Of The Elite, So I Have To Try And Keep Up With My Classmates Despite Me Being Normal, But I Accidentally Fooled The School Into Thinking I’m A Long Lost Heir To A Forgotten Throne’.”

Blinking, you stared at him. “You lost me at Elite.” Why the Devildom had anime with titles the length of chapters, you’d never know.

“It’s good! I promise!” He shifted his monitor so you could see it from your spot easier, turning the anime on with an elated aura, much nicer than the gloom-and-doom one from earlier. This was the Levi you loved to see, the one you tried to cherish as much as you could. He sat in his chair, scooting back till he was beside you so you could watch it together. It was a cute anime, something mostly a slice of life, a normal main character in a school setting surrounded by powerful beings, the plot moved forward with magical shenanigans...something about it sounded familiar. One of the episodes showed the main character fallen ill under some strange circumstance, their roommate they stayed with flustered but determined to take care of them. The friend--and obvious love interest--asked if he could hold the protagonist’s hand. Levi made a little noise. “MC, c-can I hold your hand? I mean, if that’s super weird don’t even listen to me because who would even want to hold hands with me anyway and--”

“Sure,” you smiled, reaching your hand out from the blanket a little.

He hesitated for a second and then took it, resuming to watch the show. Much to your amusement, any move the character made, he made as well, taking it as if it were some sort of guide. He brushed the hair from your face, made sure the blanket was tucked gently around you, ensured you were comfortable. Then, the friend in the show made a bold move, snuggling next to the main character as they both fell asleep. Levi went stiff, becoming extremely flustered. You had to admit, the concept was...enticing, and you almost leapt at any opportunity to tease envy. You tugged at his hand, making him look at you with your arms outstretched. If this had been an anime, he would’ve collapsed, his soul flying from his mouth. But even Levi couldn’t resist the temptation. He stepped into his bed, slowly, warily at first. He let you take him into your arms, wrapping his own body around you as you both squeezed together in the tub. “I...I...This is...a dream…”

You chuckled, settling your head on his chest, feeling his motoring heart pound in his chest. “Let’s watch some more, Levi.” Only, you hardly remembered anything after that. For shortly after he curled against you, the strange barrier keeping you awake completely collapsed. He had draped the blanket over you both, fidgeting with the hair at the nape of your neck. You must’ve turned your head against him, comforted enough by his presence to fall asleep.

“Medicine?”

“Right here.”

“Water?”

“You brought me like a gallon’s worth.”

“D.D.D.?”

“You can see it in my hands.”

Lucifer went down the list, the actual written list he’d come up. You sat in bed, trying hard not to blush and squirm under the many gazes in your room this morning. “Extra blankets?”

“I have everything and anything needed to last an entire week in solitary!” You shook your head, a little irate at each of them, but appreciating their concern all the same. Icepacks, blankets, snacks, water, bandages, and many other things were brought in your room in preparation. “You all are only going to a Student Council meeting, not off on some lengthy business trip.”

“Absolutely right!” Asmo shouted, sitting next to you in bed, hugging you to him and caressing your cheek against his. “It’s some stupid meeting anyway, which means one of us can stay can’t we?”

Every member of the household was already shouting reasons why they and they alone should have the opportunity to stay with you. Lucifer’s little vein above his eyebrow throbbed. “Enough!” The room went silent. “As much as I would love to permit myself to stay home,” he cleared his throat, “not a single one of us can miss today’s meeting. Which is why I’m taking every precaution. EDP?”

You gently pushed Asmo off of you, raising an eyebrow. The demon of lust pouted, stroking your head instead. “What’s an EDP?” You asked.

“An EDP is a short term we use for an Emergency Defense Pillar,” Satan explained. “A popular and fairly new little device in the Devildom, especially for lesser magic users or those who aren’t trained in combat.”

“I’m still at a loss,” you admitted. “Is it like a baton or something?”

Rummaging around in his pockets, Mammon brandished a small black object. It was cylindrical, about as big as a lighter, a glowing red button on the side. “I brought it! Now, let me teach you, human. If you’re being chased or cornered, this handy lil’ doodad is going to be essential if you wanna escape. You just push this little button here, and--”

Lucifer’s chest tightened. “Mammon, don’t!”

The second born pressed the button, his mistake just now clicking in his mind, chucking it a bit in front of him. Asmo grabbed you and tucked you against his chest, pushing your back to the wall while he shielded you with his body. Every other brother hit the floor, jumping away from the object. A huge pillar of fire sprouted from the object, swirling blue flames emitting intense heat as well as a roaring sound. It nearly burnt your eyes. Asmo tucked your head into his shoulder, waiting until the fire was suddenly sucked back into the small container, rattling against the floor. Your protector pulled away from you, letting you stare at the pitch black circle burnt into your ceiling and floor, a round chunk taken out of your carpet, some fibers still flickering. Lucifer came over and snuffed out the singed pieces with his shoe, the vein in his head more prominent. He was about to shout but you beat him to it. “That’s absolutely unnecessary! In what scenario would I need to use that?! Is there even a safety on that thing?!”

A little sheepish, Mammon picked himself back up off the floor. “Well, you’ve gotten the best visual example you can get. You’re welcome.”

“I don’t want it, someone take it with them,” you groaned. “What if I end up accidentally getting flame-broiled in my sleep?”

Beel closed his eyes. “Flame-broiled hell bats…”

Lucifer bent down and picked up the EDP from the floor. “Perhaps this is a bit too dangerous.”

“Glad we can see eye to eye on that one…” You tapped the screen of your D.D.D., noticing that the time to the meeting was rapidly approaching. “You guys have fifteen minutes! Stop worrying about me and get out of here!”

Many wide-eyed demons scrambled to get out your door, knowing that the punishment for being late was not something they wanted to risk. Even Lucifer was rushed, booking it out of your room. Then he popped his head in. “You’ll call if anything happens?”

“Yes.”

He left again, the door shutting. It burst back open, his overprotective nature coming to light. “You have your alerts on, right?”

You chuckled, you couldn’t prevent yourself from doing so. “Yes, mother hen, now go!” He growled, but this time left for good, the uproar from the group slowly fading away. Once more, you shook your head, staring at the charcoal colored circle against your ceiling. “They’re insane,” you stated aloud.

“Truly,” someone replied. You yelped, chucking the closest pillow at the sudden voice. Solomon caught it, laughing. “Sorry for startling you. The demons are gone, I’m assuming?” He walked back over, handing you your plushy ammo.

“They just left. Why are you here?” You took the pillow from him, settling it in your lap as you crossed your legs over your mattress.

He pulled an upset face. “Why do you sound so suspicious? I’m here to check up on you. I had to make sure those demons were taking care of you properly.” He grabbed a chair from your table, scooting up by the bedside. He spotted the hard-to-miss burns and sighed. “Maybe I should’ve gotten here sooner. Oh well, an easy fix. Spirits of twine and stone, turn back the time to whence this matter was well known, heed the Sorcerer Solomon!” Flowing restorative magic rushed over the floor and ceiling, soaking into the atoms, leaving it as perfect as it had been earlier. Actually, almost better than how it had been before. Not even the smell of burning remained. In a small flourish, he stretched out his hands. “Ta-da.”

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his theatrics. “And the brothers have been taking care of me just fine. I don’t have a fever anymore.”

He reached his hand out, thumb brushing across your face, he hummed to himself before pulling you gently, pressing his lips to your forehead. You gasped a little, covering your mouth as your face burned. He sat back, nodding. “You feel much better.” He caught your expression, trying to stifle a smirk. “Hm? I was simply taking your temperature.”

Composing yourself, you tightly gripped the pillow in your hands. “Kinda an old method, don’t you think?”

“I prefer traditional practices,” he shared. “But that wasn’t the main reason I came over.”

“Oh?” You’ll admit, at first the EDP had seemed utterly ridiculous, but in this dreaded scenario, you almost wished to have it in your hands. Solomon pushed back his cloak, reaching behind his back and pulling out a fresh steaming plate of food. Already you felt sweat bead across your face. “A-ah, how nice of Simeon to make me something.” It was more of a personal wish, although you knew that it wasn’t going to be the case.

“Not Simeon, actually. I made it!” He beamed, completely oblivious. “How long has it been since you’ve had a home-cooked human meal?”

“N-not too long ago actually, and-I-um-the brothers made sure to feed me before they left so-”

“Surely you can have a few bites, right?” He pleaded. “I made sure to add all kinds of ingredients I know have some healing properties, so I’m sure it’ll enhance the flavor. Here, no need to waste extra energy, let me feed you. Say ah.”

“MC!” The sound of someone frantically calling your name in the distance slowly brought you to. “MC!” Something snapped as you moved, pain coursing through your entire body. You opened your eyes, not able to see much through the leaves. Wait...leaves? The smell of earth and roses rushed to your nose. That and the thorns trapping you and piercing you were enough to tell you what you needed to know. You were somehow entangled in a rose bush. The voice sounded again, closer this time. “MC, where are you?!”

Audio recognition kicked in, able to place the voice. Tilting your head back, you put all the power you could into your shout. “Belphie!” There was silence for a while, and white hot panic settled in your stomach...or maybe that was. Oh that was right…

Suddenly the leaves were pulled back, Belphie’s head staring down at you. “This is new for you.”

You tried to move, but your clothes were stuck in the thorn’s clutches, not to mention any movement you made drove the bush’s claws deeper into your skin. “I…I think I’m stuck.”

“Wow, that really sucks for you.”

“Belphie!” You tried sitting up, a sharp pain in your cheek causing you to hiss, drawing in breath through your teeth. Something drifted down your cheek, the taste of bitter copper coming across your lips. Blood. “P-please help me.”

“I was only joking. Don’t move, you’ll make things worse.” He tugged at some of the branches, the disruption poking you some more. Tugging at your sleeve, he detangled your shoulder, working on your lower arm next.

“Ow, ow, ooooow,” you whined.

“Don’t be such a baby.” Leaning down a bit too far, one of the thorns pricked him right in the thumb. He cursed, threatening to leave you alone once you laughed. “You’re really scratched up…” He frowned as he gestured to many thin red scratches across your body. You whimpered again, reaching up at him to tug you free. Sloth kicked in, his impatience to take his time fluttered away. He basically flattened the bush with his feet, breaking the twigs stuck to you with his hands. His arms wrapped around your torso, tugging you up, the sound of some fabric tearing as he did. He sighed, taking you a few steps away from the bush before letting you slide past his arms, flopping to the soil. He came down to kneel beside you, grabbing thorns and leaves out of your hair, rubbing a thumb over the small wound on your cheek. “When you wonder why we worry about leaving you alone, this is why. How long have you been napping in bushes?”

“I…” A sudden chill overtook you, your stomach and the food...you remembered the food Solomon had fed you. The taste...torture. You could feel it in your throat.

“MC?” You pushed Belphie away, scrambling on your hands and knees to another unfortunate set of flora. Without nitty gritty details, let’s just say your body had the smart idea to not keep Solomon’s food in you any longer. Trembling, you coughed up the last of it, cold sweat dripping down your face. Belphie’s hands touched your back. “You’re not going to be sick on me, are you?” You didn’t respond to him, trying to catch your breath. He mumbled, pulling you into his lap. Covered in dirt and sweat, you curled into him, shivering. Then the both of you watched in slight horror as all the plants planted around your...expulsed poison all wilted at once, almost crumbling to dust. “Wicked father of demons…” Belphie breathed. “What the hell did you eat?”

You only needed to utter one word for him to understand everything entirely. “Solomon…”

“Dear Diavolo…I’m lucky to have found you alive.” He whipped his head around. “He’s not still here is he?”

You shook your head, rubbing at the saliva on your lips. “I don’t remember...I don’t remember leaving my room…I don’t remember…”

Working hard to get to his feet, he lifted you along with him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs against his body, groaning into him. “Alright, I guess we’re doing this now.” He held onto you, sidestepping past the destroyed flora and towards the house. “I’m just telling you this now though, if Solomon is still here, I will leave you.”

Reaching up his neck, you grasped tightly onto some of his hairs. “I will drag you down with me.”

“Confident words for someone I’m carrying like a baby,” he snickered, but he let the witty back and forth drop as he entered the house. For a moment, he stood still, taking in the air of the place. “I think we’re good,” he announced, but continuing to take wary steps up the stairs. He picked up the pace in the hallways, sneaking away towards the familiar spiral staircase that led it’s way up to the attic. The doors he pushed open were heavy in more ways than one. Quietly shutting it behind the two of you, he headed over to the bed. A jolting ticklish pain raced down your body as Belphie jabbed his fingers against your waist. “Off, parasite.” You relinquished your grasp as fast as you could, flopping onto the attic mattress. You crawled up, sliding under the covers, planting your face into the nearest pillow. Right when you thought you were recovering, you were back to being bed-ridden. Belphie left you alone in silence for a minute. When he came back, you had to take a moment to realize he had ever been gone. He was stealthy like that. He dropped a small first-aid kit as well as a bottle of water on the blanket. “Come here.”

“But I-”

“But I,” he mocked. “But I don’t care. I need to look after some of those scratches.” Huffing, you dramatically threw the blanket to the side, coming over to sit in front of him. Taking the water bottle in hand, you gratefully moved to take a hearty swig to wash down some of the acid. Belphie grabbed it from you before you could. “Not for drinking.” He twisted the cap off and pulled out a small clean washcloth from his pockets. He pressed the fabric against the opening and tilted the bottle up, getting the rag slightly wet. He then pressed it against your cheek. “We don’t want these infected.” Slowly, he dabbed at each of your shallow scratches, making sure they were clear of dirt. Once he was done with that, he shoved the remaining water at you.

“I don’t want your rag water.”

“Fine.”

But the acidity in your mouth was grating against your teeth. You snatched the bottle from him, swallowing some grateful gulps to cease the gentle burning. Belphie had a mild cocky expression, wiping away the blood. Closing an eye due to slight stinging, you watched his concentrated face. “So…” You started, watching him soon open the box and remove a small tube of medicated ointment. “Why’re you home?”

Squeezing a small amount of the clear gel on the tip of his finger, he started applying it to your cleaned wounds. “Oh, I snuck out of the meeting.”

“Belphie!”

“What?” He took one hand, grabbing your face for a second, squishing your cheeks, mimicking the way your lips pursed. You shook him off, trying to keep yourself from being flustered. “Can you blame me? All I could think about was you...nice and warm in bed...and I was sleepy.” He let out a large yawn. “Still sleepy.”

“Well…” You paused for a second, heat rising to your cheeks. “I’m glad you did.”

He stopped for a second, looking into your eyes. “Hm? Say that again?”

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you furled your eyebrows. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Are you suuuure?” He drawled. “Cus it sounded like you missed me.” One look at your embarrassed face sent him laughing. He poked at your ribs, tickling your sides, singing the words. “You missed me, you missed me.”

Burying your face in your hands, you kicked him a little. “Stop it!”

“Fine,” he smirked. “Anyway, I think you’re mostly taken care of. Most of these have dried and scabbed over. They weren’t very deep anyway.” He lifted your arm, turning it to make sure he’d treated you completely. “So now we can do what I came here for!” It was his first excited expression in a while. He jumped into you, grabbing you by the waist against the bed. Both your heads hit the pillows, the blanket following shortly after. Already you could feel his face against your back. A happy hum of his buzzed into your skin, his hands rubbing against your stomach. Pouting a little, you realized that with Belphie stuck to you like this, you weren't going anywhere soon, so you shifted to get comfortable. You relaxed with a heavy sigh. “You know…” Belphie drowsily muttered. “I...missed...you too…”

“MC! My poor precious MC! I’m never ever leaving you alone again!” Asmo wailed, clinging to you like if he let you go you’d suddenly die. “I can’t believe Belphie did this to you!”

Speaking up from the corner, Belphie scoffed. “I actually helped them, just so everyone knows.” Back in your room, each of the demon brothers had returned from the meeting, having found you and Belphie after a while in the attic. Of course, your small wounds, Belphie’s absence, and the strange destruction of a segment of the garden was called into question.

“And my plants!” Asmo shrieked. “They were such a lovely background for my Devilgram posts! They’re ruined!”

“I’m so-” you tried to apologize, but Asmo pressed a gentle finger against your lips.

“Shush! I don’t blame you a single bit, my darling. It’s all these ruffians!” He kissed your cheek in spots around your little wound.

“Hey! Solomon’s the person responsible, not us!” Mammon shouted.

Lucifer’s weariness was especially noticeable today. You wondered what he had to put up with at the meeting. “At the very least, we’re glad you’re safe, MC. Knowing what Solomon’s cuisine is capable of…” He pinched at the bridge of his nose. “I’m heading to my office...try not to burn the house down,” he sighed, exiting quietly.

You tilted your head. “Is he okay?” You asked.

“When Belphie left, let’s just say Diavolo wasn’t exactly pleased,” Satan explained, a wicked grin stretching his lips wide. “So in exchange he agreed to be Diavolo’s personal servant tomorrow. I hope our Demon Lord has some entertaining things in store.”

Belphie’s face brightened. “Did I do that? Whoops.” Hardly a glimmer of remorse in him.

“You guys owe it to him at least to try and make it a calm night,” you urged, hoping to ease some of the shenanigans already being plotted in their minds.

Mammon shook his head. “Why do we gotta owe him anything? If he’s out for the count tonight, I can hit the casinos without a problem!” He came over rubbing your head. “Give me some of that luck, yeah?” You doubted you had any, but he bounded out the door.

“Belphie, I’ve got a little idea I’d like to try, but I need an extra set of hands. Care to join me?” Satan curled a little finger around his chin, mischief making his green eyes glow wild.

Belphie chuckled. “Ab-so-lutely.” With devilish grins, they both sniggered, malevolent whispers drifting between them as they left.

A rumbling growl echoed through the room. If this had been anywhere else, you would’ve been terrified. But this was the Devildom, and you knew Beel’s stomach when you heard it. “Oh...I’m sorry, MC, but I’m starving. I’ll see you in a bit.” He came over, trying to give you a hug despite Asmo still holding onto you for dear life. He ended up hugging both of you anyway. With more than a little speed, he also left your room, probably heading straight for the kitchen.

A high pitched ‘bling’ reached your ears. Levi pulled out his D.D.D.. “Oh! The new patch for Sorcerer’s Scrolls has been released! I gotta go!” He moved to run but stopped in his tracks before he got too far. “Do you wanna...watch more of that show tonight?”

“Sure, Levi,” you smiled, watching him sprint out of the room, a joyful spring in his step. Although, once everyone had left, you couldn’t help but lower your head, patting Asmo’s wrist. “You can leave too, Asmo, you don’t have to stay with me.”

He made an overly dramatic gasp. “But I do! Don’t sound so sad!” Pulling a bit away from you, he let his cheeks turn a bit pink. “And to be completely honest, I’ve been dying to get some alone time with you.” He squirmed a little bit, but then jumped to his feet. “So! You just sit there and let Nurse Asmo take care of everything, ‘kay ‘kay?” Is that why he had brought that large bag with him when he came in? It was a peach-colored tote bag, settled on your table, a fluffy pink pom-pom clipped to one of the handles. He bounded towards it, rummaging around, looking for something important.

A little--well a lot--guarded against potential Asmo intentions, you tried craning your head to see if you could look inside, but no dice. The end of your nose tickled again as it had the past few days. Grabbing another tissue from your bedside, you tried to blow your nose as quietly as possible. Your poor nostrils were so dry by this point it was bordering on painful. You sniffled, reaching over to squirt some hand sanitizer in your hands. “I thought you hated being around sick people,” you told him.

“You’re the only exception! Besides,” he grabbed out a familiar tool, one you had no idea how he got his hands on it. A stethoscope. “I want to use all these goodies Solomon got me!”

The name still almost sent a shudder down your spine. “Solomon? Why?”

Practically skipping back over, he sat beside you on the bed, strangely excited about this. “Aren’t bodies fascinating?” He touched his own skin, dragging his hand down his neck. “I love to know what makes this perfect body run! And you have absolutely no idea how desperately I’ve longed to know how yours does too!” Taking a good look at him, you could sense that he was truly and undeniably curious as to how your mortal body differed from his. Or possibly just craving a closer look into you altogether. Of course, you still had to close your eyes and deeply sigh. How many times would Solomon be the source of general chaos? Asmo took the end to the stethoscope, looking at it strangely. “Tell me, dear, how does this work?” You let out a light chuckle, and he looked at you curiously. “Don’t make fun of me, that’s just mean!”

“I’m not! I’m not, I promise, it’s just…” He resembled that of a little kid right now, a rare sort of innocence about him. Here he was, a demon of many millennia, and he just wanted to play doctor for a bit. “Never mind.” Brushing off your thoughts, you took the binaurals, putting the earpieces in his ears. One of his hands gently clutched the diaphragm, so you wrapped your own hand around his, guiding the end of the stethoscope to your chest.

Listening it to a moment, you could watch the gentle awe cross over his face. “T-that’s you.”

You brought a hand up to cover your mouth. “Yes, Asmo, that’s me. What, you didn’t think I had a heartbeat?”

“No, I knew! It’s just…” He closed his eyes, going silent. You didn’t want to disturb his moment, but you felt a sneeze coming on. Grabbing another tissue, you covered your nose, tilted your head down towards your lap, and sneezed. Moaning a bit, you blew your nose again, hard enough to make your ears pop. Sitting up, you chucked your used kleenex into the trash. You were about to apologize, but then the glee drained from Asmo’s face. He brought his hands up to his mouth and shrieked.

“What?! What’s wrong?!” As soon as you had asked, the answer presented itself towards you. Warmth dripped down your lips, forcing you to close your mouth as fast as you could.

“Blood! You’re bleeding! Hold on!” Lurching towards the tissues, Asmo pulled five out at a time, pressing it against your face. You pinched your nose, pressuring your hand against the bundle of kleenex. “Look at all this! No, no, no, no, you’ll be alright, darling.” Your gut instinct was to tilt your head up, but Asmo placed his hand on the top of your head, tilting it slightly forward. “Oh, don’t do that, you’ll end up swallowing it. Stay there, I’ll be right back.” He got up sprinting, leaving you alone with the smell and taste of blood. When he came back, he had a cold wet rag in his hands. “Here, use this instead. Give me those,” he softly ordered, tugging at the already blood soaked tissues. You took the rag in your hands, using that to stop the flow instead. He pulled you into his arms, rubbing your back. “Poor thing, it’s just non-stop problems for you right now, isn’t it?” You let him hold you, tilting your head against his as you waited for the blood to stop. Slowly, he brought his hand up to pet the back of your head, giggling a bit to himself when the action made you shiver.

After a bit of time, you tore away from him, cautiously removing the rag. You touched just above your lip, sighing in relief when it had stopped. “That was unexpected.”

Stealing the cloth from you, he started wiping the excess blood off your face. “About gave me a heart attack!” With his free hand, he cupped the side of your face.

A little idea crossed your mind. “Heart attack, huh? Better check that out.” Reaching for the stethoscope, you cleaned the earpieces before putting them in, pressing the small round medical disc to his chest. It was a bit stunning, you had to admit, how loud it sounded. In the human world before, any mentions of demons or angels were always in an ethereal sense. Whether you believed in them or not, you never really thought about them having hearts. Were they even similar to yours? At least...the drumming beating sound of life was the same.

He finished up cleaning you off, tilting his head and grinning. “Well?”

“Undeniably alive...and I’m very grateful for it.”

He squealed, flopping onto you, pushing you both down onto the bed. Every hint that he had been frightened before was gone. “Aren’t you just the sweetest?! Come here, you!” He littered kisses over your face, sending you into a little flurry of embarrassed titters.

“Asmo…”

“Isn’t it a human saying that they can kiss the pain away?” He pecked his lips over your eyelids. “Well, you better prepare yourself...I won’t stop kissing your perfect little face till you feel better!”

The bedroom door violently swung open, the handle nearly making a dent in the wall. Demons poured in, nearly falling over each other. They were all in demon forms, ready to tackle more danger. When they noticed that Asmo was fawning over you, they all puffed up, jealous and irritated. “We heard you scream and thought something happened!” Lucifer roared. Kinda late, weren’t they?

“Hey, why’re you getting all kissy with MC?!” Mammon jumped onto the mattress, trying to pry you from his brother’s arms.

“Don’t you think I deserve to be embracing them?” Satan attempted to push them both aside. Before you knew it, your room was a small war-arena, everyone climbing on the bed. You were squished between them, passed between different hands. Then something wobbled, the sound of wood and metal groaning before a loud snap pierced your ears. The bed hit the floor, a poof of dust causing you to cough. Your bedframe lay scattered in broken pieces across the ground.

“My...bed…” You ran a hand through your hair, pinned under the doggy-pile of demon lords. You looked between each of them with stern looks, each of them blushing in embarrassment over their actions. “Well...I guess it means I’ll be using someone else’s bed for the foreseeable future.”

All at once, their faces lit up, and at the same time they all shouted the same thing. “Me!”

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