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royal-bubble-tea · 8 months ago

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Heyo!!! I was wondering if you could write a FtM reader with a poly relationship with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, first its just general fluff that could lead up to smut. Do tyt with this!

Yes, of course. I loooove Matz 🤭

Ateez - poly Hoongjoong x Seonghwa (smut)

Hongjoong x Seonghwa x ftm! Reader

First of all Hoongjoong and Seonghwa absolutely adore you. When you came out to them, explaining how you felt Seonghwa had a hard time wrapping his head around the concept and the new changes your realisation and feelings brought. Back then you feared you might lose him after coming out and saying that you felt more like you are one of them. Hoongjoong on the other hand was super supportive. He immediatly asked you after your pronouns, how you want to be adressed in general, making your heart flutter at this display of love, affection and acceptance towards you. Hoongjoong also went on a shopping spree with you, deciding that you were in need of a new wardrobe to celebrate your new self. It was around that time that Seonghwa, tagging along and giving his creative input on certain outfits, realised that nothing major would change. He was still very much in love with you and Hoongjoong. You were the same person, same likes, dislikes, hobbies and interests that he adored. He told you as much after one of your little shopping trips. To say that all three of you started crying, overrun with emotions was an understatement. It was Yunho who later on found all three of you on the couch in the dorm huddled underneath one gaint blanket each with their own tub of ice cream watching a romcom. He just smiled at you giving a thumbs up happy with the overall situation.

You were rudely interrupted by your daydreaming by Seonghwa waving a hand in front of your face. "Are you even listening to me?", he asked with a pout on his face. You looked up to him with a smile. "I was listening to you ... for the most part.", you answered. His eyes became slits and you knew that you had to do something to safe the day, quick. "But how can I listen to you when you are standing right on front of me wearing outifts in which you look so god damn good." He rolled his eyes but you did not miss the colour painting his cheeks as he turned around to present another one to you. "Nice safe.", he eventually said. "I know. I'm kinda proud of myself for that one. But you really do look stunning.", you replied. He turned around again showing of his almost sheer black top. You grinned at him like a man possessed. "This looks really nice on you Hwa." You could tell by the way he moved and posed slightly that he was also very much in love with this top. "You know what would look even nicer?", he looks up at you with a questioning look, raising one eyebrow, "You in this shirt in my lap while I'm kissing you stupid", you slowly rise from your sitting position making your way over to him, "My hands underneath this flimsy top, teasing you for looking so delicious", your fingers play with the hem of the top before your hands find their way underneath resting on his well definded stomach. You lean in closer, nosing against his collarbone, the ghost of a kiss against his neck. You can hear and feel his shaky in- and exhale. His hands had made their way to your waist, resting there, anticipating your next move. "Can you imagine it. Maybe we can get Hoongjoong, get him to watch but not allowed to touch. You know how he gets when he does not get what he truly desires. How possessive he is." It is at this that Hwa looks at you confused and after a moment you catch up with his train of thought. "Where is Hoonjoong by the way?", you ask him. He looks at you with pretty much the same facial expression you are wearing right this moment. "I am not so sure. If he would be in the dorms, I am sure he would be here with us right now so that leaves only one other option." You both look at each other before sighning in defeat and saying in unision "The studio", with a look of resignation Seonghwa pulls away from you but before you two are completely separated he plants a kiss on your mouth making you grin like the idiot in love you truly are. He puts on more discrete clothes, grabs your hand and you both march out the door to KQ studio to get your adorable Minion home.

At the studio you knock carefully at the dorr, waiting for Hoongjoong to react and open the door. But after waiting a couple of minutes with nothing happening Seonghwa pulls out his phone and gives him a call. You could hear Hoongjoongs whiny voice at the other end asking what you want. "We are standing right in front of your door so you better open up.", says Seonghwa. And you could already hear noises coming from the other side of the door. It sounded like Hoongjoong was franticly trying to reach the door. Which opened seconds later granting you the view of a rather wild looking Hoongjoong. His hair was a birds nest and his clothes looked like he had been sleeping in them for longer than comfortable. However you could also see the love in his eyes while he looked at you and Seonghwa. You take a step forward, circle your arms around his neck and give him a peck on his lips. "Took you long enough", you whispered. You can feel Seonghwa's warm body behind you as he put his arms around Hoongjoongs waist and pulled the two of you into a group hug. He leanes over your shoulder and kisses Hoongjoong as well. The capatains face turns a bright red and he ushers everyone inside his studio. You immideatly go to the couch in the corner and take a seat, patting the cushion next to you to signla the others to join you. Seogwha makes his way over pulling Hoongjoong with him. But before the tiny man can take a seat next to you he is being pulled in by Hwa and placed in his lap. His face turns red a gain and he hides his face in the crook of Seonghwa's neck. You coo at the adorable display and lean in to pepper kisses on every surface of his face that you can reach. Beside you Seonghwa is laughing at your antics. He places an arm around you and pulls you towards his chest, so that you and Hoongjoong a both comfortable and leans back. His hand glides up and down you side doing the same to Hoongjoong. He let's out a breath before adressing the smaller male. "We wanted to pick you so that we can all go home together. And please just come with us. No arguing for ten more minutes, okay? You have been in here for way to long. You need a break and the two of us miss you so much." Hoongjoong looks up at you and you look back with pleading eyes, Seonghwa mirrowing your expression. "Fine. Let me grab my things and let's head home.", he reluctantly agrees. You cheer in celebration and Seonghwa plants another long kiss on Hoongjoongs lips. The smaller not wanting to seperate that fast chases his lips. You watch them trade kisses, waiting for an opening which comes the moment Hoongjoong leans back on Seonghwa's lap to take a deep breath. You use this moment to gently grab his face and kiss him as well. His lips are slightly chapped as they move against yours. This does not stop you from continuing to kiss him. You move your lips against his, biting his bottom lip and feeling heat flutter in your stomach when you hear him moan at the action. You trace you tongue over the part of his lip that you have just bitten to sooth the bite. However, Seonghwa interrupts you before things can escalate. "You know the faster we get going, the faster we are home and can continue that in our much more comfortable bed." You both nod at him and begin moving at lightning speed to pack everything up. And next things you know you are already sitting in the car, virbrating out of your skin with exitement about what's to come.

The three of you make it to the front door with Seongwha barely being able to open the door, before Hoongjoong pushes inside, your hand in his and he pulls you along inside the dorm towards the bedroom. Finally inside, he pushes you on the bed. The two of you grinning at each other and giggling like sixth graders. Hoongjoong pushes himself up and situates himself between your spread legs. He gives you another peck on the lips before you throw your arms around his neck and pull him in to deepen the kiss. You both try dominate the kiss but Hoongjoong loses as soon as you bite his lip again. This time when you soothe your tongue over the bite you can feel his tongue pocking against yours. You can feel and hear him exhale before pushing your tongue into his mouth. Trying to map and remember every part there is. Hoongjoong now plaintly laying on top of you cradles your head in his hands. All of a sudden he takes a deep breath, you open one eye and see Seonghwa towering over the two of you. His face is flushed and you notice a prominent buldge in his pants. He has started to take Hoongjoong clothes of. He looks you in the eyes as if asking the silent question if this is alright with you and if you are comfortable to continue. You nod at him and start to underess Hoongjoong as well. The tiny Captain is laying between you trading kisses and losing his clothers faster than he notices. Soon he is naked on the bed in all of his glory. You let your hungry gaze follow his face, down his chest and delicious pecks to his plush thighs and hard cock. He pulls you into another deep kiss and you try to get a grip and locate Seonghwa to find out what he is doing not wanting him to feel left out. Soon you find out what he is doing as Hoongjoong first whines and then downright moans right into your mouth. His eyes rolling slighty back and he is trying to stable his breathing. You look over his shoulder at Seonghwa who winks at you. You follow the movement of his arm and realise that he started to stretch Hoongjoong. You turn your attention back to Hoongjoong. You try to kiss him in between deep breaths and one of your hands makes their way down his front to his flushed and hard cock. You begin to stroke him and his moans turn up significantly in volume. Seonghwa's arm is moving at an increased speed and you try to match his with the the movement of your hand. Hoongjoong starts to leak even more pre come and you lightly squeeze the head of his cock on every up stroke while also shoving you tongue into his mouth. Seonghwa is looking down at you two and is being mesmerized by the picture the two of you paint right in front of him. He leans down to bite and lick at Hoongjoong's neck while stroking his fingers over said mans prostate. Hoongjoong is no longer able to form any coherent thought, he is trashing between you two and with one final sharp inhale he comes with a cry. His body snaps like a bow string and he releases all over your hand.

Both you and Seonghwa pepper is face with kisses, praising him for doing so well while letting him catch his breath. Once his eyes are no longer glazed over he begs for you and Seonghwa to take of your clothes as well. Not having to be asked twice you shed your clothes and Seonghwa turns Hoongjoong around so that he is laying on his belly. "Come on Joongi hands and knees." he says after slapping Hoongjoong on the ass. A handprint starts blossoming on the pale checks. You are so entranced by the view that you lean over and bite Hoongjoong in his plump buttcheeck. The latter mewls at you action but you soothe him with a hand and kisses all over his round bubble but and lower back. You lean back but before you can make your way to the head of the bed, Seonghwa grabs you by the jaw and pulls you in for a hungry kiss. His tongue tracing your lips, asking for entrance which you allow for a breath moment before pulling away. You kiss him one final time whispering "Make him feel so good, he never wants to leave this bed again.", against his lips. A fire is lit in Seongwha, he grabs Hoongjoongs hips and starts to push in. This is why you wanted to be at the head of the bed. To watch Hoongjoong's facial expression morph into absolut bliss. You can see him biting his lip in concentration, before his mouth falls open and heavy breaths leave him. The way his eyes roll back at a particular deep thrust from Seonghwa and how his fingers grip the sheets impossible tight. It is a sight how HJ turns from being in control and teasing Hwa into a subby mess, being overstimulated from having just come. But enjoying every second of it. He looks up at you and starts pawing at you hips. You raise an eyebrow in question. "Want to make you feel good as well.", comes the answer inbetween moans and shaky breaths. Above him Seonghwa coos at the two of you. His hair is plastered against his forhead. You can see drops of sweat descending down his neck. His chest is flushed from the action and his breathing hís heavy. But his eyes are so hungry as he locks eyes with you. "Want to make our angel feel good, Hoongjoong? Want to be a good little captain for us and make both of us feel good?", he teases Hoongjoong who nods frantically. You slide closer to Hoongjoong who tightly grabs your hips and puts his move over your heat. The feeling of his cute pink tongue and his heavy breaths against you skin cause you to throw your head back in pleasure. Hoongjoong encouraged by you actions redoubles his effort in pleasing you. All while Seonghwa is thrusting deep into him. His eyes are glazed over and the only thought in his mind is to be good for his two lovers. You weave your hands trough his hair and at one particular pleasurable movement from his tongue you grip his hair and pull on it. That was all Hoongjoong needed to reach his climax. He moans out loud, his eyes roll into the back of his head and you watch him as his whole body shakes. Seonghwa behind him not being any better, as he reached his orgasm as well because of Hoongjoong clenching around his dick like a vice and milking him of everything he was worth.

Hoongjoong flops back down onto the bed trying to regain a clear mind as you play with his hair and tell him what a good boy his is. From the corner of your eye you can see Seonghwa making his way over to you, tapping your hip and making you lay down flat next to Hoongjoong. You look up at him as he makes is way down your body until he reaches your core and starts blowing and licking you. You again throw you head back, grabbing for Hoongjoong's hand which he pulls close to his chest and starts peppering with kisses. Still having the mental image of Seonghwa and Hoongjoong orgasming just moments prior playing in you head is what tips you over as well. You moan both their names and snuggle close to Hoongjoong. Seonghwa gets up and leaves and shortly coming back with a wet rag to clean the two of you. He lays a blanket over you and cuddles up on your other side. Hoongjoongs eyes are already closed but he whispers a quiet "I love you both so much." To which you and Seonghwa reply with "I love you too." You take their hands and try to cuddle as close to them as you can. Hearing Seonghwas steady breaths and Hoongjoongs light snoring lulls you into sleep as well.

Well, that escalated quickly. First I wanted to write something short and sweet but I just ran with it while writing.

I hope you enjoy this story. Have a nice weekend.

And watch and support Ateez performing at Coachella this weekend. I am going to watch the Live Stream on Youtube and I am sooo excited!!!!!!

#ateez #ateez smut #hoongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #ateez headcanons #seongjoong #seongjoong smut #ateez imagines

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ellswritings · 2 months ago

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Heart Monitor 1x06

Episode 7

To Fallon’s surprise, after her accident and spending pretty much all night in the hospital, when she returned home, Derek was still there. Pretty engrossed in his book to her delight. He was pretty concerned about her leg, which happened to be a clean break. He was furious when he found out what happened, but so was Stiles. It was interesting hearing them say pretty much the exact same thing without the other knowing. They both unknowingly agreed that Scott needs to step away from Allison to regain focus.

Stiles’ idea of getting Scott to understand his mistakes is by giving him the silent treatment. So sitting in their shared class, Fallon stares blankly at the white board, periodically writing down notes as Scott desperately tries to get them to talk to him. After a while she did start to feel bad. He has apologized incessantly since the accident and while Fallon did originally want to hit him with a car of her own, she slowly began to miss talking to him.

“Seriously?” Scott sighs upsetly. “You guys seriously are still not talking to me?” No response. “Fallon, you know how sorry I am. I mean, at least it was a clean break, right? My mom says they have a better chance at healing without complications.”

The girl looks down at the white cast covering her leg. He’s right, clean breaks do have a better chance at healing fully. She’s devastated though that she’ll have to sit out at lacrosse practice for the next couple of weeks, which is actually one of the main reasons she wanted to wring Scott’s neck. But knowing Coach, he’ll kill Scott before she does.

She reaches into her backpack, pulling out a small bottle of painkillers. She pops one into her mouth, chasing it with a sip of water. She didn’t do it as a way to make Scott feel bad, but seeing him hang his head in shame out of the corner of her eye did make her feel slightly vindicated.

“You know I feel really bad about it, right?” He tries once again. Fallon can hear the sadness in his voice. She glances at Stiles, seeing if he’s ready to give in yet. Freckles shakes his head, commanding her with his eyes to stand her ground. She huffs, dropping her head into her hand with a frown. Scott leans forward even further, tapping Fallon on the shoulder. “Okay. What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and... that I went to Derek for help?”

Fallon’s head snaps towards Stiles faster than it ever has before. She makes a wild gesture with her hands, showing how desperately she wants to give her opinion on the matter. Stiles tries to stay strong, but the pleading look in her eyes causes him to groan. He exhales loudly out of his nose, “If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting im. But, obviously, I'm not talking to you…”

Fallon’s lip quirks up in a small smile. She lazily writes in her notebook, pretending not to care. “And if I was talking to you, I’d say that I’m proud of you for stepping up and getting help from someone who has more experience with this than you.” Stiles glares at her for complimenting him and she just shrugs. “It’s like the devil and angel on the shoulder thing,” she explains. “I’m the nice one.”

“Uh-huh,” Stiles narrows his eyes, “And I’ve kissed Taylor Swift.”

Scott smiles brightly as things seem to return to normal between the three for a moment. Her and Stiles make eye contact, faces going stoic for a split second. They wordlessly communicate, making Scott wonder how they learned to read each other’s facial expressions so well. Both of them turn around at the same time.

“What did Derek say?”

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Walking out of their class together, Scott sticks to Fallon’s side which isn’t heavily unusual, but she’s used to him taking up Stiles’ side, not hers. Most of the time when they walk together, Stiles is in the middle while Fallon takes up his left and Scott his right. But now she’s in the middle. She doesn’t mind it, it’s clearly him feeling guilty over what happened. He even took her backpack from her before she could even grab her crutches. If this is the new treatment he’s giving her, she’s definitely not going to complain.

“Wh--? He wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?” Stiles asks him incredulously after hearing what Derek said to Scott.

“Yeah…”

“All right, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone, and that someone is usually us.” He gestures between Fallon and himself.

Scott sighs, “I know. That’s what he means when he says he doesn’t know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it,” he explains.

Fallon tilts her head in thought, “I mean, it’s not impossible…” she admits. “I know it feels difficult right now, but Derek has control doesn’t he?” She points out with a shrug. “He obviously learned how to do it over time. I don’t think he came out knowing how to be a werewolf. While I do believe he came out with a leather jacket and angry cat face, I don’t think he came out being an expert on control.”

“How do you think he’s going to teach you?” Stiles asks, nodding along with Fallon’s statement.

“I don’t know,” Scott adjusts his backpack strap with an unsure expression. “I don’t think he does either…”

Stiles rolls his eyes at his friend's lack of knowledge, “Okay. When are you seeing him again?”

“He told me not to talk about it,” Scott answers. “Just act normal and get through the day.”

Fallon shoots him a pointed look, “When?” She asks, knowing there has to be a more specific time than that.

Scott looks at her, huffing as he knows he can’t keep anything from her after letting her get run over. “He’s picking me up at the animal clinic after work.”

Stiles nods, “After work. All right. Well, that gives us to the end of the school day then.”

Scott furrows his brows, “To do what?”

Stiles and Fallon make eye contact, smiling in unison, “To teach you ourselves.”

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When lunch rolled around, Fallon was summoned by Lydia and Allison, the two girls wanting to see how she was doing after all that happened. Unfortunately, the conversation didn’t last long as Stiles strode by, grabbing her backpack and lunch tray and taking it over to their usual table. She watched after him, jaw agape while the other two girls just looked at her confused. He just stared at her, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for her to hobble over to him. Seeing as he wasn’t going to give up anytime soon, she bid her two friends goodbye before venturing over to him.

That brings them to the present moment, her smacking the back of his head for his rude behavior. “Y’know you could’ve just asked me to sit with you like a normal person,” she scolds, plopping down in her seat.

Stiles takes her crutches, putting them on his other side so they’re not in her way. “If I would’ve done that you would’ve just put your finger up and told me to wait,” he points out. “At least this way, you couldn’t tell me no,” he smiles innocently.

Fallon narrows her eyes but can’t prevent the grin that spreads across her face. She shoves him playfully, “Don’t look at me like that when I’m trying to be mad at you.”

“You’re not mad at me,” he rolls his eyes, popping a french fry from her plate into his mouth. “You can’t be mad at me. You love me too much. Your life would be so boring without me in it.”

“What you call boring most people would consider peaceful,” she shoots back sarcastically.

Stiles reaches over, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her into him as he messes up her hair. The two of them roughhouse for a moment before Scott not-so-subtly slides into the seat across from them, clearly still avoiding Allison.

Fallon tilts her head, still stuck in Stiles’ lap. They stare at him as he hides his face behind one of his textbooks. The girl lifts an eyebrow, “I think using the book as a shield is making your intentions more obvious,” she says. “Besides, she’s not even looking over here. She seems pretty engrossed in whatever that book is about.”

Scott peeks over the pages, noticing that his somewhat girlfriend isn’t looking in his direction. He exhales, lowering the book but not straightening his posture to full height. “So, did you guys come up with a plan yet?”

Stiles nods, silently checking with Fallon. “We think so.”

He stares at them hopefully, “Does that mean you guys don’t hate me now?”

“No,” Fallon takes a spoonful of yogurt.

“No,” Stiles scoffs in agreement. “But your crap has infiltrated Fallon and I’s life, so now we have to do something about it,” he answers sassily. “Plus, I’m definitely a better Yoda than Derek.”

“I choose to take on a more Haymitch Abernathy role in this situation,” Fallon shrugs. “Drunkenly making sure my pseudo children don’t kill themselves,” she points at the two boys.

“Okay,” Scott nods with a small smile. “Yeah, you guys can teach me.”

“Yeah, I’ll be your Yoda,” Stiles smiles.

“Yeah, you be my Yoda.”

“Your Yoda I will be,” Stiles says in a gruff voice, trying his best to mock the character from the films. Fallon chuckles, shaking her head at how horrible it was. “I said it backwards,” Stiles laughs.

“Yeah, I-I know,” Scott nods slowly, showing how he still has never watched the movies, despite how many times Stiles has begged.

“All right, you know what?” Stiles gets up angrily, grabbing Fallon’s bag and crutches before helping her up. “I definitely still hate you. Uh-huh. Oh, yeah.”

He storms off, Fallon huffing as she tries to keep pace. She shoots Scott an apologetic glance, but by the way Allison is approaching him, Stiles having a fit about Star Wars is the least of the werewolf’s worries.

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Fallon’s theatre class had ended up being rather active for the girl’s current predicament. They were introducing new stretches and class bonding exercises to get everyone ready for the Beauty and the Beast production. She was upset that she couldn’t participate, but her teacher, Ms. Potter was more than understanding. She gave Fallon the script early, granting her a free period to read over it since she can’t do any of the activities in class.

So now she sits with a highlighter dangling from her mouth on the lacrosse field, her legs sprawled out. Her eyes gaze over the pages, writing small notes in her notebook about each character and what makes them tick. She briefly glances up as Stiles throws the equipment for Scott on the floor, looking at her with curiosity.

“What are you reading?” He asks, tossing his lacrosse bag at her to hold.

She catches it with ease, setting it down beside her. “The script for the play.”

“Oh,” he comments, not knowing it was that time already. “When are auditions?”

“Next week,” she sighs, rubbing her face. “I don’t think I’m gonna audition though. There’s just too much going on.”

Stiles looks at her incredulously, “What?” He shakes his head. “No, absolutely not. You have to audition.”

“Stiles–”

“Fall, you are so good at singing,” he huffs. “You can’t just not audition. That would be like a crime to everyone’s ear holes.”

She playfully glares at him, “While I appreciate the compliment, there will be other shows for me to do. Right now, my priority is here with you and Scott.” She leans back on her arms, “Plus, I’m kind of stretched thin as it is with lacrosse and school,” she opens up honestly. “My counselor is already talking about enrolling me in a college English course next semester, so I just want to focus on getting through high school… and not getting ripped apart by a werewolf in the process.”

He looks at her with sympathy, but ultimately understands where she’s coming from. “All right. Well, you know that Scott and I would go see every show if you did decide to do it.”

“I know,” she smiles appreciatively.

At that moment, Scott comes running out of the school and over to his two friends. He stops in front of them, “Sorry I’m late,” he apologizes. “It took me a minute to convince Mr. Smith to give me a free period,” he sets his backpack on the floor next to Fallon as well.

“It’s fine,” Stiles waves off hurriedly, grabbing something and handing it to Scott. “Okay. Now, put this on,” he commands.

Scott takes it, inspecting it with a confused look, “Isn’t this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?” He queries, unsure of how it would benefit them.

“Yeah,” Stiles nods. “I borrowed it.”

“Stole it,” Fallon corrects nonchalantly, still observing the script.

Stiles speaks defensively, “Temporarily misappropriated,” he counters before turning his attention back to Scott. “Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day.”

Fallon shakes her head as Stiles pulls out a cellphone that definitely doesn’t belong to him. Scott’s jaw goes slack, “Isn’t that Coach’s phone?” He asks warily.

Stiles nods slowly, “That… I stole.”

“Why?” Scott looks at his friend, not even knowing where to start on labeling his issues.

“Because Master Yoda over here doesn’t understand the concept of rules,” Fallon smirks as Stiles looks more than offended. “Or laws, or personal boundaries. A side effect of your father being the sheriff.”

“Okay, I don’t want to hear it,” he puts his hand up in her direction. “Last time I checked, that father got you out of a speeding ticket last week when you were practically flying through a residential area like Wolverine in X-Men Origins.”

“That was a very specific comparison,” Fallon snickers.

“Anyway…” he sends Fallon a look that says to stop interrupting unless she plans on being helpful. He points to the monitor on Scott’s wrist, “All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry... Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate,” he carefully explains the theory him and Fallon had been talking about.

“Like the Incredible Hulk?”

Fallon shrugs, “Kind of like the Incredible Hulk, yeah.” She figures letting him think he’s a superhero will get him to try harder. It’s like Stiles and his unnatural fixation with becoming Spiderman. She lets him believe it could happen. At this point, she wouldn’t be surprised if it did. He definitely wouldn’t look half bad in the suit.

Scott smiles widely, “No, I’m like the Incredible Hulk!”

Stiles rolls his eyes, “Would you shut up and put the strap on?”

The spastic boy tosses Fallon the phone, assigning her to keep track of his heart rate. The two boys travel out to the center of the field, Stiles duct taping Scott’s arms behind his back. Freckles smiles mischievously at Fallon from behind Scott. She raises an amused eyebrow, knowing this is Stiles getting revenge for the brunette girl.

“This isn’t exactly how I wanted to spend my free period!” Scott complains as Stiles walks a few feet away, bending down to pick up his own lacrosse stick.

He blatantly ignores Scott’s words, “All right. You ready?” He asks, scooping a ball into his net.

“No.”

“Remember– don’t get angry,” Stiles warns him, cocking his arm back to launch the ball.

Scott shifts on his feet, eyeing Stiles unsurely. “I’m starting to think this was a really bad idea,” he voices.

Without another words, Stiles chucks the ball at Scott’s body, pelting him roughly. Fallon winces from her spot besides Stiles, glancing at the heart rate monitor. Still steady for now, only moving up one point. Stiles readies another ball, throwing it as hard as he can, nailing Scott in the chest.

“Oh, man!” The boy cries out. “Okay, that one kind of hurt.”

Fallon watches as a small satisfied smile makes its way onto Stiles’ face. He wiggles his eyebrows at her, offering his stick, “Wanna give it a go? It’s pretty therapeutic actually.”

“No!” Scott shouts with wide eyes. “Do not give her that stick.”

Stiles shushes him like a child, “Quiet. Remember, you’re supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, all right? About staying calm.” He reminds before smirking as he helps Fallon to her feet. He hands her the stick, looking Scott directly in the eye. He pats her back, helping her stay upright. “Give it a go.”

Scott starts muttering encouraging words to himself under his breath as Fallon adjusts her grip on the stick. She smoothly scoops up a ball, licking her bottom lip. She lifts the stick, throwing it roughly at her best friend. The ball collides harshly with his gut, making him double over in pain. It sounds like the wind has been knocked out of him.

“AHHH! Son of a bitch!”

“Nice!” Stiles chuckles, high fiving her. Scott shoots them an incredulous look which makes Stiles clear his throat awkwardly. He dismisses Scott, “Heart rate,” he points stiffly.

“What do you think I’m doing?!” Scott screams at them with a heavily clenched jaw.

Fallon goes to sit back down, noticing his number climbing higher with every passing second. She shares a warning glance with Stiles before looking at Scott again. “Don't get angry.”

“I’m not getting angry!” He responds frustratedly.

Stiles continues his assault on Scott as Fallon carefully monitors Coach’s phone. She begins to get nervous as she watches the numbers climb higher and higher. 140. 141. 142. That’s when Stiles knocks him in the jaw, making Scott almost fall to the ground in pain. The boy tries to regain his footing, “Stop. Just wait– Wait, just hold on–” he groans, doubling over once again, but this time he actually collapses to the floor.

157. 158. 159. 160.

“Stiles!” Fallon gets his attention, a cautionary gaze in her eyes as she flashes him the phone. Scott continues groaning as Stiles places his stick on the floor. Suddenly the duct tape around his wrist flies off in different directions. Stiles and Fallon watch him with wide eyes. He’s shifting. The heart monitor starts beeping rapidly, his heart rate reaching high numbers that are nowhere near healthy for a normal person.

“Scott?” Stiles calls out warily, trying to find a way to calm him down.

His breathing gets heavier and deeper after a moment as he clenches and unclenches his fists. Fallon glances back at the phone to see the numbers slowly decreasing and returning to normal. She and Stiles let out a breath they didn’t even know they were holding.

“That could’ve gone in a seriously horrific direction,” she mumbles to him.

Stiles nods slowly, helping Fallon to her feet. The two of them travel over to the boy who is still folded over on the ground. “Scott, you started to change…” Stiles says softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Scott breathes heavily as his pulse is still returning to normal, “From anger,” he adds. “But it was more than just that– it was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt.”

“So Derek is right,” Fallon says thoughtfully. “It is anger that elicits a reaction.”

Scott shakes his head defeatedly, “I can’t be around Allison,” he says glumly.

“Just because she makes you happy?” Stiles questions.

“No…” he looks up at them sadly. “Because she makes me weak.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Fallon walks alongside Stiles as they walk into Coach’s economics class. The two of them snicker at a joke Fallon told him on the way in, earning a confused glance from their teacher. For how funny that man is, he sure doesn’t seem to be a big fan of laughter. The two teens just giggle again at his look of confusion before finishing their journey to the middle of the class. Stiles sets Fallon’s stuff down in the chair next to Scott’s, the two boys not having let her carry anything of her own all day. It was endearing and annoying at the same time, but she let them do it.

Stiles goes to sit behind Fallon, but a quick panicked look from Scott gets his attention. “Stiles. Sit behind me!” He whisper yells.

Fallon looks up and sees Allison beelining it for the exact same seat. Stiles scrambles to the side, trying to get all of his belongings and himself into the chair before she can. Unfortunately, he wasn’t fast enough. Allison smoothly slides into the seat, smiling at Scott as she completely ignores Stiles. Scott turns in his chair, a frown plastered on his face as his plan to avoid Allison is not going as well as he hoped.

Fallon shoots Scott a sympathetic smile before reaching in her backpack to bring out last night's homework assignment. It wasn’t anything too difficult. Just a few pages of reading and a couple of questions to help summarize the important parts.

The bell rings loudly, indicating the start of the period. Coach turns to start writing about today’s topic of discussion on the board. She watches out of her peripherals as Allison leans forward in her desk to get closer to Scott. The boy tenses, sensing her growing closer in proximity. Allison doesn’t seem to notice the awkward tension as she goes to talk to him.

“Hey,” she smiles happily. “I haven’t seen you all day.”

Scott barely looks back, “Uh, yeah. I’ve been, uh, super busy,” he looks at Stiles and Fallon for help.

His two friends shrug at his misfortune, Fallon sinking further into her chair to avoid watching this train wreck go down. Scott has a look of momentary desperation until he has to cover it up when Allison grows closer. “When are you gonna get your phone fixed? I feel like I’m totally disconnected from you.”

Yikes. Fallon’s phone buzzes with a text from Stiles.

She sneakily pulls it out, hiding it underneath her desk to respond. I don’t know if I should be embarrassed for her or for him.

She’s clueless and he’s awkward. Why can’t it be both?

True. She giggles at his reply. I feel bad. They’re both happy when they’re together. Sucks that they can’t be.

I mean, we don’t know that yet. Stiles counters.

He said she makes him weak. She reminds him.

Once he learns how to control it, it’ll be fine. He reassures her. We just gotta show him that he won’t hurt her. Or anyone else.

Yeah, ‘cause this gross couple-ey mutual pining crap is starting to get on my nerves. She rolls her eyes as Allison tells Scott she switched her lab partner to him. She loves them both together, she really does. But Fallon’s hopeless romanticism stops in the fictional worlds she reads about.

You’re such a romantic. Stiles smirks at her with sarcasm written on his face. It really is a shock that you’re still single.

Ditto.

Stiles kicks the back of her chair and she leans her head back, looking at him upside down. She smiles innocently, booping his nose before sitting upright again. He scoffs lowly, crossing his arms as he tries to act offended by her response.

A book slamming on a desk pulls everyone’s attention to the front. Coach Finstock has a menacing look on his face as he analyzes the class, “Let’s settle down,” he commands. “Let’s start with a quick summary of last night’s reading.” Only one individual raises their hand, causing Coach to roll his eyes. “Greenberg, put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading,” he dismisses the boy, more annoyed now than he was before class. “How about, uh…” Everyone avoids eye contact with their teacher like the plague, trying to avoid being the one he calls on. “McCall!”

Scott looks up at him like a deer in the headlights, “What?”

Coach moves to sit on his desk, the tension within the small classroom slowly growing. “The reading.”

Scott shuffles uncomfortably in his seat, “… Last night's reading?” He wonders, seemingly trying to stall so he doesn’t have to do it.

Coach grows irritated with the question, starting to realize that Scott didn’t do the assignment, “H-How about, uh, the reading of The Gettysburg Address?” He suggests sardonically making the rest of the class laugh. Fallon wiggles her own between her fingers nervously. Coach making fun of him like this is going to make him shift in front of everyone.

Scott looks even more confused, “What?”

“That’s sarcasm,” Coach reveals with a tilt of his head. “You familiar with the term sarcasm, McCall?”

He slowly turns to the two friends on his right, “Very,” he answers. Fallon simply glares at him while Stiles smiles proudly, patting Fallon’s back like it’s a team effort. Which, most of the time it is.

Coach huffs, looking at him expectantly, “Did you do the reading, or not?”

The boy plays with the pages of the book in front of him, his embarrassment increasing. “Um, I think I forgot…”

“Nice work, McCall,” his teacher praises fakely. “It’s not like you’re not averaging a D in this class.” He leans forward on Scott’s desk, his anger being replaced by concern. “Come on, buddy. You know I can’t keep you on the team if you have a D.”

Fallon’s attention is stolen when she hears the familiar beeping of Coach’s phone tracking the heart monitor. She pulls it out of her pocket, eyes widening when she sees Scott’s pulse rising. Stiles leans forward, watching along with her as the numbers start to increase with everything Coach says.

“How about you summarize, uh, the previous night’s reading?” He suggests. 98. 99. 100.

Scott silently shakes his head, hoping that he somehow finds a supernatural way to turn invisible. “No?” Finstock mocks. “How about, the uh, the night before that?” Scott fiddles with his fingers as he avoids eye contact. 122. 123. 124. “How about you summarize anything you’ve ever read in your entire life?!” 135. 136. 137.

“I-I… uh–”

“No? A blog?” Coach asks, looking for any sort of hope that Scott’s done something. “How about, uh, h-how about, uh, the back of a cereal box?” Scott tries to hide his face behind his hand as their teacher continues grilling him. Fallon is now bouncing her leg up and down, hoping that Scott gets some sort of reprieve from this. “No? How about the adults-only warning from your favorite website you visit every night? Anything?” When Scott doesn’t answer, Coach gives up and goes to retreat back to his desk. “Thank you, McCall, thank you. Thank. You. McCall.” He emphasizes with a slap to his desk. “Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation.” 159. 160. 161.

Fallon looks at Scott, trying to comfort him with a sympathetic smile, but he doesn’t notice. His face simply grows redder and redder and his chest heaves up and down with angry breaths. “You just blew it for everybody,” Coach continues. “Thanks. Next practice, you can start with suicide runs. Unless that’s too much reading.”

Suddenly the monitor stops beeping as rapidly. Fallon glances at it surprised as she watches his heart rate start to go down. Despite all the laughter and snickers from their classmates, it’s actually going down. Fallon and Stiles visibly relax and when they look over to their friend, they see his arm reaching backwards. Allison is holding his hand tightly, rubbing her thumb across the top of it comfortingly. Fallon tilts her head. Maybe Scott was right in a way. Allison is his weakness, but in a way that gives him control. She keeps his anger at bay, keeps him grounded.

When the bell rings, they all could not be happier to get out of there. Scott still looks a bit mortified after everything that happened. Stiles once again grabs Fallon’s bag, carrying it on his shoulder. Allison bids her goodbyes to Scott, heading in the opposite direction the trio is. As soon as they are sure she’s out of ear shot, Fallon smacks his arm, “Dude, it’s her.”

“What do you mean?” He tilts his head, confused by the random statement.

“It’s Allison,” Fallon elaborates while Stiles nods along.

“Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon?” He brings up. “You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her.”

“Okay…” Scott says, still not understanding what they’re getting at.

“Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field,” Stiles adds, trying to see if he can put it together.

Scott nods with a small smile, “Yeah, I did.”

“Well, that's what brought you back so you could pass the ball and we could score,” Fallon finishes explaining. “And then, after the game, in the locker room, you didn't kill her– at least, not like how you were trying to kill us.” Scott frowns, sending her a pointed look. Fallon huffs, “She’s like your anchor is what I’m saying. She brings you back. No need to get your werewolf panties in a bunch.”

Scott shakes his head at her statement, “No, no, no. But it's not always true, because literally every time I'm kissing her, or-or touching her–”

Fallon’s nose scrunched up in disgust as Stiles cuts him off, “No, that’s not the same. When you’re doing that, you’re just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, y’know?”

“I really do not want to be having this conversation with you two,” Fallon grumbles uncomfortably, especially when she notices the smirk on Scott’s face. She groans, squeezing her eyes shut, “You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you?”

He chuckles sheepishly, “Yeah,” he admits. “Sorry.”

“Just don’t ever give me any details on anything you guys do, okay?” Fallon says before shaking off her disgust. “Anyway, back in the classroom when she held your hand, that was different. She may be your weakness per say, but not in the way you originally thought. I think she actually gives you control. You might go feral if she gets hurt, but that’s besides the point. She’s what actually keeps you human.”

“You mean because I love her?”

“Exactly,” Stiles nods.

Fallon’s eyes widen slightly at the sudden admission. She wasn’t expecting Scott to just randomly admit that out loud. He apparently wasn’t expecting himself to say it either, “Did I just say that?” He asks them.

“Yeah,” Fallon smiles softly. “You did.”

Scott gets even more giddy than he already was, readjusting his straps as he continues to profess his love. “I love her.”

Stiles rolls his eyes impatiently, “That’s great! Now moving on–”

“No, no, no, really– I think I’m totally in love with her,” he insists.

“And that's beautiful. Now, before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out, please?” Stiles gesticulates over dramatically. “Because you obviously can't be around her all the time.”

Scott snaps back, refocusing on the task at hand. He nods, “Yeah, yeah, yeah… Sorry. So, what do I do?”

“We don’t know,” the boy huffs, pausing for a moment. “Yet.”

Scott looks at him alarmed, “Oh, no. You’re getting an idea, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…” Stiles smirks.

“Is this idea going to get me in trouble?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Fallon nods, not knowing the specifics of the plan, but knowing Stiles well enough that it’s going to entail some more revenge.

Scott groans, “Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?”

Stiles nods rapidly, “Yeah, definitely. Come on.”

Fallon crutches along behind the two boys, furrowing her eyebrows as they head out to the parking lot. Stiles looks back at her and she tilts her head, silently asking what his plan is. The boy simply shakes his head, mouthing “just wait.”

Scott looks just as lost as Fallon, “What are we doing?”

“You’ll see. Hold on,” Stiles looks into the distance as if he’s checking something before turning around to instruct Scott. “Okay, stand right there. Do you have your keys?” Scott pulls them out to show him. “Perfect. Hold ‘em up like so,” he demonstrates, lazily holding his arm up in the air. “Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it?”

“Okay…”

“Fallon, my partner in crime, come stand with me please,” Stiles requests and she moves over to him. “Just keep holding it right there…” He summons Fallon to follow him as he sneakily walks over to the black truck behind them. She narrows her eyes as she watches him pull out his own keys. Her jaw drops as Stiles nonchalantly keys the truck before sliding his keys back into his pocket. He taps her shoulder, telling her to call attention to it.

Fallon looks at Scott who’s silently begging her not to do what Stiles is saying. She glances back at Stiles who is just nodding menacingly. “Do it,” he whispers.

She sighs, sending Scott an apologetic look, “Dude! What the hell do you think you're doing to that truck?!” She yells fakely. Stiles has to hold back the mini celebration he wants to have as the owner of said truck turns around.

“What the hell?!” The student yells, approaching Scott who nervously fumbles with his keys. He tries to shake his head, saying it wasn’t him who did it, but the other student clearly isn’t buying it.

“Oh my God!” Fallon shouts, flinching backwards as the guy socks Scott in the face without hesitation.

Stiles grips onto her as Scott tries to fight the guy back, but he’s over powered when the other student’s friends decide to join in. Scott is thrown to the floor, giving the others the upper hand as they drag him backwards. They continue hitting him in the face and kicking his abdomen. Fallon hears the phone beeping once more and she sends Stiles a glare.

“This was your brilliant idea?” She snaps.

“If he just thinks of Allison, it should work!” He defends. His eyes travel back to Scott as Fallon pulls out the phone. His heart rate is spiking once again. “Ahh,” he taps his foot nervously. “Come on. Stay calm. Stay calm.”

Fallon looks over her shoulder, “Is there really no one here to stop this? No teachers? Nothing?” She asks with a scoff.

“Oh, that's not okay.” Stiles winces. 129. 130. 131. “Scott, come on, buddy…”

Fallon feels the need to interfere, but the way Stiles is clutching onto her prevents her from going anywhere. She holds her breath, waiting for this nightmare to be over. She knows Scott will heal from all of this, but it’s still hard for her to watch him get beat up like this.

Out of nowhere, Mr. Harris comes barreling through, barking at the assailants to stop. The brunette girl never thought she would be grateful to see Mr. Harris, but she stands corrected. The other boys run off, leaving Scott on the floor with a bloodied up nose and a decent amount of bruising. Something probably broke, but isn’t visible due to his supernatural healing.

“What do you idiots think you’re doing?” Harris asks harshly, glaring down at Scott through his glasses.

None of them could even bother responding to his insult, the only thing they’re focused on is the fact Scott managed to control his rage. Stiles and Fallon smile at each other.

“He did it.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Detention.

Fallon should’ve assumed that this is where they were going to end up after Mr. Harris caught them outside. She just wished she brought something more entertaining to school today so she could occupy her mind while being stuck here. She has a chair pulled up at the end of Scott and Stiles’ table. The three of them sitting rather dejectedly even though they technically just succeeded in teaching Scott control.

The brunette girl sketches in her notebook, drawing the Beacon Hills woods from memory. Stiles watches her interestedly, leaning forward to look at her work. He tries not to move too far forward as her broken leg rests on his lap for some form of elevation.

“That's really good,” he compliments.

She smiles, “You think so?”

“Yeah,” he nods with a scoff, like she’s stupid for even asking such a question. “Like I would frame that. Y’know, if I had the money to buy a frame… How about I hang it on my fridge?”

Fallon laughs softly, ripping the page out and handing it to him. “Do what makes you happy.”

He grins, carefully putting the drawing in his backpack. The two of them look at Scott who shifts around in his seat. He’s antsy to get out of here. After a moment, he finally speaks to Mr. Harris, “Excuse me, sir?” He gets their teacher’s attention. “Uh, I know it’s detention and all, but, uh… I’m supposed to be at work, and I don’t want to get fired.”

Despite Scott’s polite request, Mr. Harris just grins fakely at the boy, looking back down at the paper he is grading. Fallon shakes her head annoyed. She didn’t understand how someone who hates kids could choose a profession where they sit with them all day.

Scott tries to go back to working on his homework, but can’t stop himself from talking to his friends on the other side of him. “You knew I would heal,” he says, with an almost impressed tone of voice.

“Yep,” Stiles nods. “We both did.”

“So you did that to help me learn?”

“Yep,” he repeats, rubbing his hands together.

“…But partially to punish me.”

“Thought that one was obvious,” Fallon mutters, hitting her pen on the desk to a steady rhythm.

Scott sighs, looking at them sadly, “Guys, you’re my best friends,” he says, regret etched in his eyes. “And I can’t have you both being angry with me.”

Both her and Stiles pause for a moment. Fallon sucks in a deep breath, looking at Scott sincerely, “We’re not angry at you anymore.”

Stiles turns to him, “Look. You have something, Scott, okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So, that means you don't have a choice anymore– it means you have to do something.”

Scott nods his head, really taking in Stiles’ words. “I know,” he agrees. “And I will.”

“Just next time a car comes barreling at me and Allison, try to give me a five second warning so I can at least try to save myself,” Fallon says lightheartedly.

“There won’t be a next time,” Scott shakes his head. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Not again.”

Fallon smiles toothlessly, reaching across the table to grab his hand. Stiles places his on top of theirs, all of them coming to a truce. Mr. Harris watches from afar, his frozen heart slightly touched by the display. He rolls his eyes, “All right, all three of you– out of here,” he gestures towards the door with his head.

The three of them look at him with wide eyes, but nonetheless stand up and start collecting their stuff. For once the boys allow Fallon to carry her own backpack. She wings it over her shoulder and adjusts herself on her crutches before following after them.

“Miss Donovan,” Mr. Harris calls out. She internally screams, not wanting to speak to him more than she has to, especially after what her father said to him on parent-teacher conference night.

She turns, “Yes sir?”

“I hope this shows that I do not hate you, Mr. McCall, or Mr. Stilinski. I meant what I said. I see a potential in you that I… struggle to see within them. Or at least I did,” he concedes. “But if I keep witnessing displays like that,” he refers to their conversation, “then perhaps I can admit where I was wrong. They aren’t all bad.”

Fallon shuffles awkwardly, not knowing how to react to him being kind. “Thank you?” She says it more as a question than statement.

Mr. Harris nods, “And I hope your leg gets better. I’m sorry to hear that happened to you.”

“Yeah…” she nods. “I’m all right though.”

“Well, have a good rest of your day,” he says, suddenly reverting back to his cold demeanor as he looks back down at the worksheets in front of him.

She sighs, heading back towards the door, “You too.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Fallon didn’t even get a chance to get dropped off by Stiles before Scott called them, explaining that Derek showed up to the animal clinic and attacked Deaton. The older werewolf thinks that Scott’s boss may be the Alpha. Hearing that made the girl's blood run cold. She’s spoken to Deaton a couple of times and she never would have guessed him to be the murderous werewolf they’ve been looking for.

Scott requested them to come pick him up because he told Derek to meet them at the school. So Stiles and Fallon did a quick pit stop at his house to grab supplies they’ll need to break into the school and then they quickly go pick up their friend. When the arrive, Scott picks up Fallon, helping her out of the jeep.

They move to the trunk, Stiles glancing around worriedly, “This is a terrible idea.”

“Yeah, I know,” Scott admits.

Fallon furrows her eyebrows, “But we’re still gonna do it…?” She asks incredulously.

“Can you think of something better?” Scott questions a bit harshly.

Stiles shrugs, “Well, personally, I’m a fan of ignoring a problem until eventually it just goes away…”

Scott gives him a deadpan look, “Just make sure we can get inside.”

The headlights from Derek’s Camaro practically blind Fallon as he pulls up. She glances down at her watch. Ten-thirty. She hopes her dad believed her when she said she’d be sleeping over at Stiles’. Noah and him are working the overnight shift so as long as they choose to believe her and Stiles, they should be okay.

“He’s here,” she mumbles to Scott and Stiles.

Scott’s the first one to approach Derek as he smoothly slides out of the driver’s seat. Fallon crutches behind Scott, peeking out from behind his shoulder to look at Derek. “Where’s my boss?” Scott demands darkly.

“He’s in the back,” Derek replies shortly, nodding to the back window of his car.

Fallon glances through the window seeing Deaton tied up and knocked out. She feels bad for the man, even if he is the Alpha, there is no way he's waking up without a creak in his neck. Stiles scoffs, “Oh, well, he looks comfortable,” he comments sarcastically.

Derek shrugs, his suspect’s comfortability not a concern to him in the slightest. Stiles shakes his head in annoyance before waving at Scott to follow him towards the school. Fallon decided to stay outside as she didn’t feel like moving super far with her crutches if she didn’t have to. They tend to dig into her armpits when she walks around excessively. She removes them from under her arms and leans against the Camaro, figuring Derek wouldn’t mind.

“Wait–” Derek calls out, confused as to what they're doing. “Hey. What are you doing?”

Scott turns around, “You said I was linked with the Alpha– I’m gonna see if you’re right,” he replies before finishing his journey to the entrance of the school.

Fallon glances into the window and frowns when she looks at Deaton. She still can’t even fathom that he could be the Alpha. He’s so kind, gentle even. He takes care of animals, he wouldn’t hurt anyone. Not on purpose anyway.

Derek eyes her for a moment before slowly inching closer to her. He points to her leg, “How are you feeling?” His voice was low, gruff—almost like he was forcing himself to ask.

She looks up at him with a shrug, “Okay, I guess. Just a little sore. It’s also really hard to scratch when I have an itch,” she admits. “Not that you needed to know that last part.”

“It’s all right,” he replies, hands buried in his pockets. “Friends can share those details, can’t they?” He lifts an eyebrow, leaning against the car alongside her.

Fallon smiles at him, “Yeah, I guess they can.”

“Have you been taking your pain medication?” He questions curiously.

“Yeah,” she nods. “Actually… I may have forgotten tonight,” she says thoughtfully. “I left my backpack at Stiles’ house. Haven’t exactly had a minute of downtime today to think about it.” She tried to keep her tone light, but she couldn’t help the slight edge of frustration that crept in. She wasn’t used to being this vulnerable, this...weak.

He glowers at her for a moment, “You better take it when you get back there,” he says strictly. “If you’re in pain, it’s only going to slow you down.”

She met his gaze, surprised at the concern lacing his words. It wasn’t like Derek to show he cared—at least, not openly. “I’m not planning on going anywhere fast, Hale.”

Derek huffed, almost like he was amused. Almost. “Good. Because if you do, you’re going to fall flat on your face.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, despite herself. “Are you offering to catch me if I do?”

He didn’t answer right away, his eyes searching hers for a beat too long. “You wouldn’t need to be caught if you were more careful,” he said finally, his tone firm but lacking its usual bite.

Fallon let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You’re really bad at this whole comforting thing, you know that?”

“I’m not trying to be comforting,” Derek replied, his eyes flicking back to the school. But his posture had softened just a fraction, his stance less rigid than before.

They fell into silence again, the sounds of the night surrounding them. Fallon shifted slightly, trying to ease the pressure on her leg. “So what exactly was your original plan when you were gonna pick up Scott?”

Derek’s jaw tightens, “Teach him control,” he answers.

“Okay, obviously,” she rolls her eyes. “But how?”

“Test him. See what he can handle. Try to help him find a way to ground himself,” he explains briefly. “And if he couldn’t figure it out…”

“Then you’d step in,” she finishes for him. She looks at him, “Would you hurt him?” She wonders softly. “Y’know… if he couldn’t do it.”

He glances at her again, his expression softening just a touch. “If he puts anyone else at risk, yes.”

She nods, appreciating his straightforwardness. It was something she’d come to value in Derek, even if he was rough around the edges. “I can handle myself, you know. A broken leg isn’t going to stop me.”

Derek’s eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to her leg before meeting hers again. “You shouldn’t have to.”

The words hung between them, heavier than she expected. Fallon felt her chest tighten, the weight of everything they’d been through pressing down on her. But instead of feeling stifled, she felt… understood.

“Thanks, Derek,” she says quietly, her voice sincere.

He gave a short nod, his eyes lingering on hers for a moment before turning back to the school. “Just don’t make a habit of getting hurt,” he muttered, the gruffness back in his voice.

Fallon smiled to herself, leaning back against the car. “No promises.”

All of a sudden, out of nowhere the wimpiest howl Fallon has ever heard echoes over the PA system. Her jaw drops as she fights off the urge to laugh. She couldn’t even think of what to classify that as. It sounded like a cat having gas pains.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Derek winces as if listening to that was physically painful. Truthfully, it was. She normally tries to be an encouraging person, but that was awful. She’s pretty sure her ears would have bled if it had gone on any longer. She silently hopes that Stiles finds some way to inspire Scott to dig deep. Because at this rate, there’s no way the Alpha is coming.

When the second howl comes through, it actually makes the girl jump. This one is deep and powerful. It manages to cause the building to shake, making the doors vibrate with a loud jangle. A surge of fear fills Fallon’s veins as she realizes that this is it. There’s no way the Alpha could ignore that. She’ll have to face him again. Derek can sense the sudden shift in her demeanor. He can smell the chemo signals radiating off of her. Her face remains still, but her insides are twisting in ways they shouldn’t be.

“Hey,” Derek gets her attention. “You’re okay. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he reassures.

She nods, not having the ability to come up with a more witty response. She tries to shake off the overwhelming feeling that something bad is going to happen, but it continues to linger over her. Eventually Scott and Stiles make it out of the school, meeting a very pissed off Derek and a concerned Fallon. “I’m gonna kill both of you,” the elder of them threatens furiously. “What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?”

Scott tries to apologize genuinely, but anyone can see how proud of himself he is. “Sorry… I didn’t know it would be that loud.”

“Yeah,” Stiles scoffs excitedly, “it was loud… And it was awesome…” he finishes in a sing-song voice.

Fallon can’t help but smirk, pushing her growing worries aside. “Gotta admit Scotty, that was impressive.” She stiffens when noticing Derek’s glare, “I mean– not impressive. Not impressive at all,” she clears her throat awkwardly.

Derek looks at her incredulously, “Shut up.”

Her lips form a tight-line. So much for the moment they just shared. Stiles narrows his eyes, “Don’t be such a sour-wolf,” he mocks, pulling Fallon closer to him and Scott. She stumbles slightly, trying to get ahold of her crutches.

“Could you be a bit gentler, please?” She scoffs.

“What’d you do with him?” Scott asks snippily, pointing to Derek’s car which is now open.

“What?” The man’s eyes widen as he turns around. He looks baffled as he sees the backseat is empty. The nervous feeling fills Fallon’s gut again. Deaton was knocked out cold. There’s no way he could just get up and walk out without at least one of them hearing him. “I didn’t do anything,” he tells them.

“He didn’t,” Fallon confirms. “We’ve been talking the whole time.”

However, nothing else can be said as hot blood spurts out of Derek’s mouth and onto Fallon’s face. She stumbles back in shock before screaming loudly. Derek is being lifted in the air, claws belonging to the Alpha ripping straight through his back. His green eyes are wide as he chokes on his own bodily fluids.

Fallon tries to tell herself to move, but her body won’t listen. Staring into the bright red eyes of the creature that invaded her space, who made her feel unsafe, rendered her paralyzed. She can’t even blink as she watches the Alpha chuck Derek across the parking lot into the wall of the school. His body hits the ground with a loud crash. She makes eye contact with the monster as Scott and Stiles pick her up, carrying her into the school. She can’t seem to tear her eyes away from it. Again, the expression it wears is almost mocking. Like it’s silently telling her she’s existing on borrowed time.

She’s only brought back to earth when the doors to the school slam shut, both of the boys setting her on the ground before holding the doors closed. Her eyes still look distant, disturbed. Scott and Stiles share a concerned look, not just for their situation but for their friend who is once again covered in Derek’s blood.

#derek hale #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #scott mccall #teen wolf #allison argent #chris argent #female reader #jackson whittemore #love story #noah stilinski #melissa mccall #derek hale x reader #derek hale imagine #teen wolf season 1 #original character

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alovesongtheywrote · 1 year ago

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nightmare academia is just so *chefs kiss* i would LOVE another part !!!!

♥ Summary: here you go :D here's the outcome of spencer's most recent prank- and the reader's well deserved revenge [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: threats of bodily harm

♥ A/N: keep the requests coming, i love writing for these two SO MUCH

♥ Word Count: 1268

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Spencer wasn’t surprised when you burst into his classroom, the image of barely contained rage burned into your features. He was surprised that your voice sounded so sweet when you called out to him.

“Hey, Doctor Reid? Can I talk to you outside for a second?”

You gave an apologetic look to his students. It looked genuine. Still, Reid couldn’t be fooled. He knew his plan had worked. Garcia had gotten into your PowerPoint slides. He was under your skin. Smirking, he followed you out the door and into the hallway.

The second the door shut behind Reid, you rounded on him with fury in your eyes the likes of which he had never seen.

“You little shit. I’m gonna fucking stab you in your left butt cheek. You fucked up my fucking slides.”

Spencer paused before he spoke. It looked like he was doing his best not to laugh, “You brought this on yourself.”

“Did I? Did I really bring this on myself? I gave your students a typewriter to bother you because you were being a dick. Explain to me how this is appropriate vengeance!”

You didn’t need that explained to you. Honestly, it was the perfect form of vengeance. You had targeted his anti-tech tendencies with malicious compliance, and he had attacked your technology in return. It was perfect. You couldn’t let him know you thought that, though- and there was something else about the prank that stood out to you.

Spencer hated technology. By his own admission, he could barely send an email without losing his mind. It made you wonder- if he hated technology so much, then how had he hacked your slides?

“Look, you’re the one who decided to bother an MIT graduate. I don’t know if you know this, but we have a history of going nuclear.”

“Oh, you’re proud of that one, aren’t you?” you hissed, “How long did it take you to come up with it? Twenty minutes? Thirty?”

Reid blushed, and you knew you’d struck some sort of nerve. You decided to press down harder, “Y’know, I doubt that it was just your MIT-grad-ass conspiring on this little project. Who helped you, Reid? Was it Evans? Peters?”

You kept listing librarians and comp sci profs, but his facial expression never changed. You were heading in the wrong direction.

You stopped, falling silent so you could think for a moment. Reid moved to fill the silence, but you shushed him, holding a hand up to stop him in his place. You thought back to the search you’d done on Reid. His team had a technical analyst- she’d seemed cool, but was she cool enough for this?

After a while, you turned back to Reid. Raising an eyebrow, you asked, “Did you get your FBI girl to break into my PowerPoint slides?”

He stuttered, face taking on a pink hue as he tried to find some sort of excuse or distraction- it was too late, though. You already had your answer.

“Holy shit! You got your FBI girl to break into my PowerPoint slides!”

“Wait, no, I-!”

A massive grin broke across your face, “Oh, fuck. I must really bother you if you called the fucking Feds on me! Jesus Christ. How often am I on your mind?”

“You’re not- you’re never on my mind,” Reid’s face was bright red now. His arms were drawn across his chest protectively. You almost felt bad- but not quite.

“Y’know,” you snorted out a laugh, “I’ll be honest, I’m impressed. This took work. It took planning. Patience. And I mean, it’s a good PowerPoint to boot, so…”

“I- thank you? I-” Reid’s stuttering made it very clear that you had broken his brain.

“No problem, sunshine. Anyway, since you made such a good presentation, and you worked so hard to get my attention by putting it where I would see it-”

“I don’t want your attention!”

You spoke over him, “I’m gonna let you off easy- on one condition.”

He looked at you with wide eyes, and at that moment, it didn’t matter that he was a million inches taller than you. You had the high ground. You relished it.

“Are my original files safe?”

Without another word, Reid nodded. Another massive grin split your face, “Perfect! Now I don’t have to stab you in the throat!”

Reid was at a loss for words- and you took advantage of that.

“Unfortunately,” you leaned towards him, “You can’t just go unpunished.”

Spencer shivered at your words. You didn’t notice.

“Since you made my class such a lovely presentation, why don’t I go and share some fun facts with your students?”

The smile on your face turned fiendish, and before Spencer could even think of moving, you were already in his classroom with the door locked tight behind you. He could hear your voice through the door, incredibly chill as you addressed his students.

“Hey, kids! Quick aside,” You sounded so incredibly chill despite the fact that you were full-on hijacking a class.

“Did you guys know that a midsize private jet burns a low estimate of one hundred and ninety-eight gallons of jet fuel per hour at minimum? Isn’t that neat?”

Spencer fought the internal urge to scream- the urge to bang on the door and demand that you let him back in. He had a reputation to protect. He had to come off as composed. Therefore, he made the professional decision to stand outside, cross his arms, and pray to the science gods that you would come out of that room sooner rather than later.

To his surprise, you did. You were in and out in the course of five minutes- though it did feel like longer. As you made your exit, you stretched your arms out in front of you, cracking your knuckles as you did.

“And there we go. We’re even, now! My class is educated in the ways of handwritten notes, and yours is educated in the existential horrors of climate change and private jets.”

You gave Reid’s arm a casual pat with the back of your hand. You moved to pat him again, but you stopped when he flinched. The smile on your face dimmed slightly. You didn’t even notice it, but he did.

The two of you just stood in the hallway for a moment, staring at each other. You were both still, both quiet. You could hear his students starting to mumble behind the door.

“You should get back,” your voice was quieter than you wanted it to be, “They’re about to go crazy.”

“No thanks to you.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrugged, “Keep making your students handwrite things and the typewriter will be back to ease things over.”

“Is that a promise?”

Your smile was back to full brightness. Reid wondered why he preferred it that way.

“Absolutely.”

Despite the fact that his classroom door was wide open, Reid stayed in the hallway. He watched you leave, the shape of you growing smaller and smaller until you were gone. When he finally did re-enter the room, all eyes were on him.

“Well,” he clapped his hands together, his lips drawing together in an awkward smile, “Now that that’s over, how about we talk a little about the dark figure of crime?”

His students allowed him to control the lesson without complaint- but he could feel their eyes on him even after the class ended. Worse than that, he could feel you. Your eyes were still on him, your words still under his skin.

He’d get you back for this. He had to. He couldn’t let you win.

♥ Tags: @icarusignite

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #x reader #nightmare academia

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dewsies · 1 year ago

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𓇼 • 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 🫧

🫧 • A/N: I love Neuvillette and all, but I can't take his classy, catalyst user self seriously when he releases war cries like he's a claymore user or something. Like sir, order in the court please.

⋆｡˚ Fandom: Genshin Impact

🐚.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Featured Character: Neuvillette

🌊.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Pairing: Neuvillette/fem!reader

🦪.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Tags: might be ooc??, not proofread, reader is bold, lil bit of angst sprinkled in, hurt/no comfort

ʚ⁺˖--➤ Synopsis: You decide to give Neuvillette a lovely new nickname. For convenience of course!

ʚ⁺˖--➤ word count: 1.1k words

"It's too long you know," she spoke nonchalantly, informally, glancing at the more reserved chief justice. Now there was someone who completely opposed the woman's personality. It was a fact as clear as Fontaine's waters, a fact that Neuvillette was irked by much more than the woman standing almost impishly in front of him with a smug little smirk on her face. He dared not let his facial react again to her frequent jestful words again. Resisting the urge to sigh, he'd faintly indulge her with eye contact. "Pardon? What is the matter that you are referring to?" He inquires, seemingly unfazed.

A soft hum escaped her lips, eyes lingering on the appearance of the esteemed Chief Justice of Fontaine. "It's your name, Chief," the woman would take a pause at the sound of Neuvillette clicking his tongue, her eyes twinkling with amusement at the small, but enjoyable reaction. "Oh? Do you not like that nickname?" she continued in her practically one-sided banter. "If you must know for the one-hundredth thirty-seventh time, no, I am not fond of that nickname you have consistently designated as my title whenever we converse."

Neuvillette's eyes would narrow at the sound of her light-hearted chuckle, an unsettlingly sweet sound compared to the hassle of a woman it belonged to. "I think a small no would have sufficed."

Even now she stood proud in front of his desk, it was a bit irritable how comfortable she made herself. Her body was leaned up against his furnishing while her index finger gently poked at the papers she was assigned to deliver to him. It should've been a simple exchange, but the poor Chief Justice got lured into one of her most deadly traps...

"I digress, I found that conclusion to be false after fifty." he huffed with what many would take as an annoyance, but he had grown accustomed to her informal mannerisms long before this interaction. Truthfully, it was probably against his better judgment. Unfortunately for him, he had little means of escaping her. Neuvillette had assumed she was some charlatan he could easily disregard, but that wasn't the case, oh no, this woman just had to be high enough in society to weasel her way into a friendship with Furina. What astounds him even more is how well-versed she is with the laws of the land. An intelligent, strategic, conniving smooth talker who's like a barnacle in his back.

Small talk...

It has only been the one-hundredth thirty-seventh time. How does he fall for this so often? "Well then Chief, since it's sooo unsatisfactory, I'll be a good, law-abiding citizen and give you a new one." Before Neuvillette can even configure a rebuttal, he gets caught by curiosity. Patient, silent ice lavender eyes observing her expression, a finger rested on your bottom lip as rhythmic hums of an unrecognizable song fluttered from her lips.

"Ah! I got it!" she exclaimed with a bubbly grin manifesting in her features. Neuvillette almost felt tempted to ask her to reveal his new nickname. The thought would quickly be perished, he knew it would only lead to more teasing that he would be powerless to stop. Her antics have grown irrefutably more tolerable by the day.

The feeling of soft, gentle hands caressing his own nearly jolts the man from his thoughts. His attention was solely focused on her eyes, he almost resembled an expectant child receiving a gift. "Vivi," her voice sounded so warm and so sweet, almost as warm and sweet as the way she looked at him. The sudden change in demeanor was something that made him taken aback.

"Vivi?" he parroted quizzically with near-delighted intrigue. He could have sworn he saw her smile grow at his reaction although it might not have been much if it was anybody else. It seems they both knew that Neuvillette didn't seem to hate this nickname. "That's right, Vivi," and by now their hands began to intertwine, although it was most obviously her who initiated. Perhaps he had gotten caught up in the moment, for Neuvillette held little to no urge to let her hands go. "And why Vivi?" he asks her in a hushed, meek tone eyes glancing down to their entangled hands.

The delicate chuckle that graces his ears seemed much more suited to her at that moment. "Did you know that the meaning of it is correlated to being lively?"

"Are you insinuating that I am lively?" he sounds almost amused when he asks. "You? Why, certainly not. I simply find your company to be lively to my own spirit. You making me lively does not necessarily mean you have to be." she continued on giddily, her thumb lightly rubbing his hand. "What are you implying?" he inquires yet another question causing the woman to grow a fake irked expression. "Oh! you and your questions! We aren't in court you know! Surely, you can come to a verdict as to how I feel about you, yes?"

Neuvillette is quick to process all that his ears audibly witnessed. His gaze is immediately glued onto her once again almost to confirm it all. He'd known her for too long to know for a fact she wasn't lying. Although he still had yet to conclude what he was to say in response. It makes his chest tighten, knowing that she loves him, contemplating the thought that he just might love her back. Neuvillette's lips would part in the hope of saying something back, but he can't. His mouth would soon shut once again as he gazed at her kind yet sickeningly somber expression. The Chief Justice could only watch in silence as she brought his hands up to her precious lips before she planted a single, chaste, feather-like kiss atop his knuckles.

Carefully, he brought her hands up to his forehead, face now more apparent with anguish. "I... want to love you, but you of all people know how important my role is." Her hands were comforting when there was only so much they could do. There was only so much that he could do.

It's a surreal mix of emotions after that; a pristine smile is all he sees before she speaks again, "You don't have to say anything, you don't have to do anything to accommodate how I feel because I love you." How those words stung him, they don't sting half as much as the fact he can't bring himself to say them back. Almost as if he'd be committing a crime to her. What good are those bittersweet words besides feeding into a false hope? The hope that they could love each other unapologetically. How could he of all the divine dare dream of the luxury?

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#neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #neuvilette x reader #neuvillete x reader #₊˚.༄ dewsies

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firstyok · 1 year ago

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Just have to put it here, does First have extra muscles in his face or what?? How does he have sooooo many expression even he just like doing nothing with his face?? Like how?? He can literally be anyone with that gift ( and he uses that well)

Hello Broo!! So, I've had to suffer for a long time, processing what to write for your ask, because I've A LOT TO SAY, and I don't know how to start. Let me sum this up!

First's facial expression is the biggest aspect that makes him such an excellent actor! All of the characters that he has played, each and every one of them had an individual presence, aura, demeanor, and a purpose to portray. First does thag successfully every time.

Be it Alan from MLC - Have you seen the rage, frustration and coldness in his eyes? He could just walk in a room, and I'll start trembling down in my knees. His presence is enough to make me stop breathing because I'll be scared asf.

Be it Akk from Eclipse - His eyes, facial movements, and skin palpitations, everything screams a boy who is always suppressing his emotions, trying his best every fucking day, to be someone, others could be proud of. He is devasted and exhausted with all the burden and responsibilities, and yet constantly holds back, tightly at the edge of losing it all. First depicts all of this just by a single gaze, and you'll know his story.

Be it Yok from Not Me - The subtle flirtatious smiles, the slutty eye gazes, the predatory vibe to chase, the cheeky rebellious social activist - First Kanaphan was a literal whore package here, and I am all down for that! He can just look at me, and I'll be like, "FUCKK". Do I need to say anything more?

Be it Kim from The Shipper - Probably the most ideal show to watch if you want to discover this man's true potential. Countless versatile expressions, muscle movements, being the soul of a literal female while he himself is a male, everything he did is chef's kiss. Whether for comedy, body swapping, or even boys love plot - First has slayed all of them on a God-tier level.

To Conclude;

You're right, anon!! First is blessed with this gift of skillfully using his facial expressions, something not many actors can do! First invents expressions that I didn't even know existed! He is that much versatile, and if you haven't seen his works, you won't get how much of a treasure he is!

#first kanaphan #bl drama #bl actors #first kanaphan <3 #he comes in first place. get it? ha ha ha ha #sorry can’t talk rn thinking about first #not me's yok #the eclipse #alan moonlight chicken #kim the shipper #yok not me #akk pipitphattana #the eclipse's akk #lovely anon #thank you for the ask!#anonymous ask #anon answered #first kanaphan is an acting legend

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Im impressed by how much you're art evolved to today, do you still think about your art in the past and how you evolved to today to obtain this level of quality and story telling ?

Thank you very much! :D It always means a lot when other people tell me my art has improved over time. I feel like I can definitely see it in little ways. It's just super nice and cool when other people see improvement too! Like wow it's not just me, I really have come a long way with my art.

But yeah, I do think a lot about the art I did in the past and how I got to where I am today. It's really fascinating to me how the skills that kind of come naturally now were all things I had to learn over time. Like to some extent, I can just "feel out" where facial features go now without thinking too much about it, whereas in the past, I know I had a lot more trouble with that. I feel like I tended to draw eyes too big and I had a really weird way of drawing noses. I don't know. I also had pretty bad same-face syndrome I think. But yeah.

When I'm sketching in my sketchbook, I like to flip through the whole thing and look at all the sketches I've done in the past couple years/months and look at the way they've evolved over time in a "big picture" way. It's cool. I think it's especially because although it's a little more than just a hobby now, a good deal of the improvement came solely from my passion and excitement to just bring ideas to life. I was never really "practicing just to practice", and although I did do little studies based on photos from time to time, most of it was just me noticing things and picking things up from the real world but also from art styles I really enjoyed. And wanting to create something that meant something, and just trying until I was happy with it. Like I definitely never had "natural talent" - that doesn't exist - but I've always had a passion to create, and I feel like the act of drawing as a way of expressing my ideas has always come kind of naturally to me, probably because I did it so much when I was younger. It's always been my "thing". It's just cool to see that passion I've always had turn into art that I'm really proud of today!

#ask #godofchaoss #sorry for getting kinda ramble-y I tend to do that. especially when talking about art and process stuff.#I love drawing sooooo much. did you guys know that? were you aware?#I don't know if all this reads as conceited at all. you don't have to read all that skdhfskd I just. I actually do think about it a lot.#I'm not trying to say I'm the best artist ever or even that I'm a good artist! I'm just like. happy with where I'm at.#because at the end of the day I'm not even doing it to be good or for other people to think my art's good.#I want to create stuff that feels important to me. I have ideas I want to make Real and drawing is my way of doing that.#and so it's like. I make things that are good To Me. and To Me my art is awesome!! it makes me so happy!!#and then sharing my art is just a bonus because it means a lot to me that the stuff I draw for myself can #mean something to other people too. :)#I don't know if that makes sense but. yeah. sjdfhksdf I could go on and on I'm sorry I have way too much to say sometimes.

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multifandom-worlds · 2 years ago

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My Little Miss Sunshine

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 875

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Fem reader

Authors Note: This came from a discussion with @holdmytesseract a while back!

“Put your hands together for Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr, and Tom Hiddleston!”

I walk on stage with my three costars amongst roaring applause. Doing interviews with Seb and Chris is always one of my favourite things. They are both effortlessly funny and great at speaking - the only trouble is they are terrible secret keepers. Especially Chris, his facial expressions give everything away. I take my seat after waving to the audience, sitting at the end with Sebastian in the middle and Chris on the other end, closest to the host. Robert was in a chair beside me. We were there as PR for the new Marvel movie that just came out, which hosted a new character played by my secret long-term girlfriend, my little Miss Sunshine. That’s what everyone on set calls her, too, due to her always smiling and being super bubbly.

The interview started as most PR interviews do - the hosts trying to get information about the movie - thank God my Tom counterpart isn’t here to give anything away.

“I hear a new member is joining the Marvel cast.” the host began, and Sebastian, RDJ and Chris immediately turned to face me. Oh boy, here we go.

RDJ was the first to speak, “Little Miss Sunshine, as she’s affectionately nicknamed. She and Tom have been flirting relentlessly the whole time filming was going on.”

The audience laughs, and I laugh along with them because it is true. I did flirt relentlessly with her, but it came so quickly, given our history. “She was cast as someone for Loki to flirt and tease; why would I not flirt with her?” I respond to Robert's prodding with a slight chuckle. Nobody knew about Sunshine and me, and I did wish to keep it that way. Although we did talk backstage before I came on about letting our secret out - although she didn’t like the idea, she was okay if it made the interview easier for me. I kept that fact at the forefront of my mind if needed.

RDJ retorts, “On screen, yes, but you were flirting with her off-screen, too, Tom! It was constant.”

Sebastian and Chris echo his thoughts, much to the audience's approval. I chuckle, knowing our ten-year-old secret would be told today, and I did my best to continue denying it. “I’ve known Sunshine for years; our families are friends. I used to flirt with her years ago, which is why flirting with her came so naturally on screen.” I had hoped that explanation would suffice, even though I knew it would cause more questions.

“A photo has been doing its rounds online of you and her engaging in a rather intimate moment off stage. Can you explain that?” The host asks as the picture in question appears on the screen behind us. I saw the kiss I was sharing with her and knew she could see it from where she was standing backstage.

Running my hands through my hair, I gave everyone what they wanted to know. “That was when filming for the movie officially wrapped up. I was so proud of her; having never acted, she did so well.”

“And why a kiss? Especially one as passionate as that? Why not a hug like most of the cast?” The host prods. Everyone, including my three costars, watched me intently, wanting to hear the truth.

“That’s because Little Miss Sunshine has been my girlfriend for ten years.”

The audience erupts in cheers and applause while Robert, Chris and Sebastian look at me, completely stunned. Honestly, I'm shocked that they never put it together until now. I laugh, seeing the reaction to the reveal and watching the realization dawn on their faces.

“That’s why you two were always sneaking off together!” Chris yells with a laugh. “Ten years? TEN? I’ve known you for almost ten years; how am I only learning this now?”

“How did you two first start dating?” The host questions. The question caught me off guard, afterall I wasn’t planning to be asked about my relationship.

“As I mentioned,” I began, adjusting my glasses, “Our families are friends, so we grew up together. We had lost contact for several years once my acting career took off, and admittedly it was mostly my fault. She would text me, and I would just not answer her due to my schedule. One day she just stopped texting me, and I figured she had found someone, so I left it. It wouldn’t be until five years later that we reconnected at her my sister’s wedding, of all places. They remained close through all these years. I was hooked when I saw her again, saw the woman she became. All my feelings for her throughout our teenage years came flooding back to me. Now that I'm thinking about it, I suspect that was their plan all along.”

A soft smile pulls on my lips, remembering how we danced together all night. “That was the happiest I had been since I started acting. Luckily I had broken up with my girlfriend at the time months before, so I asked her to be my girlfriend that night. Thankfully she said yes. We’ve been together ever since and I could not be happier.”

#tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddelston imagine

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oncw · 4 days ago

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241124 taemin world tour ephemeral gaze manila

i was lucky enough to be given the dilemma of choosing between two seats (farther but center - bought!, closer but far right - won from a giveaway!). grateful to my past self for choosing the center one because the view was incredible. to me, it felt like a discredit to his work if you watch from the sides or up close, but he's such a great artist that every angle is calculated and is able to deliver his message. once i become a 6-digit maker, i'll definitely try to see him up close HAHA! i do want to see his facial expressions live and not on screen.

his movements were sharp when needed, fluid when required. his control is impeccable. he is such a powerful performer. absolutely mesmerizing. i seldom looked at the screens to see his face (bc i kept justifying that i can see those on fancams anyways lol) and kept my focus on his movements. some people are born with talent, some acquire it then hone it. taemin's dedication to his craft lead him to master his natural skills. the most hardworking artist ever!!! i am incredibly proud of him!!!!

to experience my first shinee solo concert be that of taemin's world tour feels just right. the first shinee member that caught my eye actually! i love you a lot, taemin, my artist!

#241124 #taemin #ephemeral gaze #sataen

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with-love-from-hell · 1 year ago

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Melancholia

{part Nine}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Angst

Written for F!Mc

WC: ~3.8

CW: Kidnapping!, bugs!, Injection!, anxiety, descriptions of deceit, fear-based content and lots of tension, angst, depression, allusion to past sexual violence in Vermillion Skies, nightmare mention, vague illusion to torture, bullying mention

A/N: SURPRISE! I had time to write today, and my interest in writing this series was reignited after reading through it and remembering how much it meant to me. Here you go! 😊

Music Accompaniment (Circles thru Paranoia)

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology and clinical training in treatment for mental health, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of depression or suicidal thoughts, and are in need of help, please utilize the Suicide Prevention Lifeline, NIMH helpline, or the SAMHSA helpline. <<

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You can find more of this series by searching the tag #Vermillion Skies or #Melancholia on my blog!

“The celestial realm just hasn’t been the same without you there.” Luke sighed sadly, taking another slow sip of his tea. “The other cherubs in training have been being jerks, and Michael has just started making me run errands for him...and I don’t really feel like I have anyone to talk to except Raphael.”

Simeon nodded empathically, relating to the feeling of loneliness since his fall. “I’m sorry to hear that. I didn’t think my lack of presence would make that much of a difference.”

Luke furrowed his brow. “Why wouldn’t it? We were brothers- and you were, like, the second closest person to Michael other than father!”

Simeon shrugged, finally taking another gulp of tea. “I just thought everyone just sort of...moved on? Especially given their reactions to my judgement.”

Luke cocked his head. “I mean, everyone was so upset...I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Upset?” Simeon blinked, trying to understand Luke’s perspective. Perhaps he could see it that way, but remembering back to how the other angels screamed insults at him and hurled stones as he was dragged to the edge of the celestial realm...to him it seemed more like hatred. “I suppose many individuals were, yes...but I suppose what I saw was more like they no longer wanted anything to do with me.”

Luke blinked a few times before nodding. “I mean, I guess that’s half true...But most of what I hear people talking about isn’t you- it’s Lucifer and Diavolo...and mostly Mc.”

Simeon’s ears perked up at her name. “Mc..? Why her?”

“Well...” Luke’s facial expression turned into a scowl. “They’ve been saying it’s her fault that you fell, and that she somehow corrupted you...And they think that her connection with the demons is proof of that. Some people have said that they don’t want anything to do with humans at all any more...They’ve also called her some upsetting names, and some have said she’s a demon in disguise.”

“Oh...” Simeon’s shoulders slumped, his frown deepening at the realization that his actions had not only impacted the Celestial Realm’s relationship with the Devildom, but the Celestial Realm’s impression of humans all together and their impression of an human only 3 of angels had even met.

“...But I don’t believe all that.” Luke took a large bite of a popover, a proud smile decorating his face as he chewed.

Simeon looked up to him, watching quietly as Luke swallowed and brushed the crumbs off his pajamas.

“There’s no way Mc is all the things they say about her.” He continued. “She’s so kind and caring and innocent. And the proof of that is she’s able to tolerate all these rowdy demons and still show them kindness.”

A weak smile pulled its way up on Simeon’s lips. “I definitely agree with you there. Sometimes I wonder if she’s too kind for her own good.”

Luke giggled. “Yeah, sometimes I think that too. She sometimes seems like more of an angel than either of us-”

Simeon’s eyes softened as Luke immediately snapped is mouth shut after the words left his lips. He saw the somber look on his face as he dropped his gaze away from Simeon.

“Oh--I mean...more of an angel than...I am...”

Simeon set his tea cup down, taking a deep breath. “I really am sorry, Luke.” Simeon paused, watching the small angel rub the tears from his eyes. “I wish things could have been different, and I know this whole thing is...complicated, to say the least...But I really am sorry for hurting you the way I did.”

Luke stayed silent, not looking at Simeon at all. He merely sipped his tea with slightly shaking hands, trying to hold back tears.

Simeon’s chest burned at the sight. He felt terrible for making Luke feel this way; for leaving him all alone again in the Celestial Realm. After Luke’s creation, it was expected that a mentor take him under their wing...the problem with that was that every mentor who had taken Luke on had passed him off to someone else, claiming that he was too emotional to be a guardian to humans, too hyperactive and restless to be on guard duty, not strong enough to be a soldier... Angels who were apprentices like Luke bullied him relentlessly, and it was as if he didn’t have a single friend in the world- that is, until the council reviewed his problems and determined he was either going to be moved to a lower position in another area of the celestial realm, or to be taken under one of the council’s wings. Simeon was the only council member to chime in, finding it almost cruel that no one would give the small angel a chance. He was young, but had so much potential. Just because he wasn’t robotically compliant and physically fit didn’t mean he was useless.

Over time, Simeon grew to view Luke as almost like a son to him. Michael even took somewhat of a liking to him too, but Simeon figured the reason was Luke fed into his egocentric nature. Whatever the reason, Simeon brought out Luke’s true potential, and enjoyed his company in the process. But after his fall, he assumed the other’s treatment of Luke worsened, since he wasn’t at his side to defend or guide him, and also since his mentor had become so corrupted, he assumed that the other angels were worried he would follow suit...

He didn’t mean to ruin Luke’s life.

“...Anyways...” Luke breathed out after awhile, having managed to control his emotions. “I was super mad at Michael for sending me back here at first.”

Simeon blinked, jerking back out of his thoughts. “Oh..?”

Luke nodded. “I didn’t want to come back. I didn’t want to see you, or the other demons for that matter...” He paused, tapping the side of his cup with his index finger. “But...I’m glad I did.”

Simeon’s posture straightened. “What changed your mind?”

“Well, I...” Luke paused. He chewed his lip, as if he was trying to decide what to say next. “Michael never has time to bake with me, so I forgot how much fun baking with Mc and Barbatos is. Plus, the class work here is really interesting, and definitely beats than running tons of errands for the council. And even though the brothers tease me, they always make a point to include me in stuff. Plus, it’s fun having Beel as a taste-tester for new recipes- No one wants to hang out with me while I experiment with new ingredients! And speaking of that, The devildom has so many interesting foods...I still have so many things I want to try out in my recipes!”

Simeon smiled as Luke listed off all the things he liked about the Devildom. If he wasn’t so infatuated with Michael and didn’t have such a strict adherence to the rules of the Celestial Realm, Luke probably would have understood Simeon’s fall better.

“And...” Luke finally paused on his list, dropping his eyes downcast. “...even though I was mad at you, and I was confused and hurt and didn’t want to see you...I did miss you a lot.”

Simeon’s eyes softened. “I missed you too, Luke.”

Luke glanced up at him, finally able to recognize the demon before him. Simeon’s attitude had been much more sarcastic, cutting, and out of character. Hearing his voice take on the same softness and compassion made Luke’s heart swell with happiness.

He’s still Simeon.

They chatted for hours, time seeming to pass endlessly as they caught up on everything they’d missed from each other, and anything they could even think to talk about. Eventually, the conversation shifted back to Mc, and Luke’s concerns over Michael’s directions to him.

“He asked me to keep an eye on her and report back to him on what she’s doing...” Luke sighed, resting his cheek in his palm. “Why though?”

Simeon shook his head, trying to press back the anger he felt at information Luke had provided to him. “I think Michael is having a hard time letting this go. Like the other angels you talked about who said it’s her fault I fell- I think he agrees.”

Luke puffed the air out of his cheeks in exasperation. “But it’s not though!”

“I know, but they seem to think that I’m incapable of making my own choices.” Simeon shook his head. “This is why I didn’t repent. I was tired of decisions being made for me. I wanted to have my own life, not the life they told me I needed to have.”

Luke nodded sadly, finally understanding what Simeon meant by wanting to be free.

Simeon sighed. “I don’t expect you to agree with my decision, but I wanted you to know where I’m coming from. And Mc’s existence may have impacted that decision, but that doesn’t mean it’s her fault.”

Luke nodded. “Besides, they’ve never even met her! If they did, they’d see for themselves that she’s not a threat to the angels!”

“A threat?” Simeon's eyes widened. His mind drifting back to the dream he had earlier that evening, and anxiousness began rising in his stomach. “What do you mean? Has Michael said he views her as a threat!?”

Luke was taken aback by Simeon’s sudden display of panic. “Uh...well, not directly to me...But I’ve heard him talking to the council about it before. That’s why I was so surprised that he agreed to let angels come back here. The decision seemed to be out of left field.”

Simeon felt his heart beat quicken. “Luke...why did Michael send Raphael with you?”

“He said that Raphael would be able to protect me if...” He trailed off, face growing pale.

Simeon stood quickly, his chair thrown back to the floor as he rushed to the other side of the table. He gripped Luke by the shoulders tightly, shaking him gently. “What?? Protect you if what?!”

Luke swallowed, his eyes wide with fear. “...P-protect me if his plan went south.”

“What plan!?” Simeon was nearly shouting, terrified to think that his prophetic power remained despite losing his status as an angel.

Look shook his head, now crying. “I-I don’t know! But since he told me to watch over Mc...”

Simeon loosened his grip on the angel before he was able to finish speaking, quickly running to the room assigned to the other angel. He silently begged for his dream to be only that- and nearly prayed that his gut feeling about Michael’s plan to bring some sort of harm to Mc after learning information from Luke was wrong.

Luke scrambled from his chair, following closely behind. Without knocking, Simeon burst through Raphael’s bedroom door, only to be met with what looked like a room that was untouched. Raphael was no where to be seen, and nor were any of his belongings. Luke gripped Simeon’s hand tightly, tears clouding his eyes.

“W-where’s Raph?!” He squeaked, looking up to Simeon for an answer.

“Call Diavolo.” Simeon instructed, turning and running to his room to change his clothes.

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The room you awakened in was not where you remember falling asleep.

You rubbed the side of your head and groaned as you sat up on the concrete floor. There was a large bump with dried blood caked over it just above your right ear, and you hissed when your fingers gently grazed it. You tried to remember how the hell you got here, but the last thing you could recall was getting ready for bed while Lucifer was in the shower. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you assumed you must have, since there was no other memories beyond that to cling to.

Your vision spun as you tried to adjust to the dark, damp place you now found yourself laying in. You shriek as you felt a cockroach skitter over your hand, trying your best to maneuver away from where the bug had crossed you. You were stopped by the pull of a chain on your ankle, almost causing you to trip over yourself. Your eyes widen as you sit back and try to release your ankle from the chain locked around it. You glance around the empty room, trying to find something- anything- to ground yourself in where you were. You call out a hello, but get no reply. Your blood runs cold, and fear consumes you, causing you to begin hyperventilating.

“L-Lucifer!?” You nearly sob out the yell, trying your best to see in the dark around the dimly lit room. You desperately wanted to know where he was. Whatever was happening would still be terrifying, but at least you’d have your lover here with you. Instead, you were met with silence. The only sound that could be heard was the sound buzzing from bugs flying around the cell, and occasionally what sounded like an air conditioner springing to life, but you weren’t sure what it was, since the cell was hot and humid. Clearly there was no air conditioning here. Fat tears roll down your cheeks as you try to catch your breath and calm your raging heart, that felt like it was going to completely explode from your chest.

You were alone.

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Lucifer hummed to himself as he stepped out of the shower. He stretched before reaching for a towel to dry himself with. After a few days worth of arguing about Simeon and your bull-headedness about rekindling a relationship with him, you both had finally calmed down enough to return to your normal intimacy. He had hated fighting with you; it made him feel horrible when he felt the urge to raise his voice. But you both finally came to the agreement that you wouldn’t spend time with Simeon alone, though you did want to involve him in more areas of your life. Despite Lucifer’s continued discomfort, he did have to admit that Simeon’s behavior had gotten slightly better as the days went on.

Maybe he was finally starting to get the hint that you weren’t changing your mind about your relationship.

Lucifer threw on some briefs quickly before calling out to you, asking if you could bring him his robe that he had left draped over his dresser. He needed to go down and finish some paperwork, after all, and he wasn’t about to go down in just his underwear. He paused, awaiting your reply...but it never came.

He sighed, figuring you may have fallen asleep already. While you had basically healed fully from all you had gone through, and it was rare that you felt random waves of fatigue like you had in the past during your treatment, he figured it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that sleepiness had taken over you.

Residing to grabbing his robe himself, Lucifer made a silent reminder to remember to hang it up in the bathroom when he was done. He stepped out of the bathroom, feeling a cool wisp of air brush against his bare skin.

Lucifer shivered. Hadn’t he lit a fire before his shower? He glanced around the dark room, squinting to try to find where you were.

Something didn’t feel right.

“Mc..?”

Lucifer felt anxiety begin to crawl its way up his throat, making it hard to swallow. He mumbled a spell and snapped his fingers, allowing a roaring fire to be lit in the hearth once again. The moment light flooded through the room, Lucifer gasped, immediately closing his eyes and shaking his head.

No...No, this couldn’t be happening.

Not again.

He snapped his eyes back open, darting his gaze around the upturned room. A sconce was torn clean off his wall and shattered on the floor, and the adjacent wardrobe door was left hanging by only one hinge. Multiple items had been swiped off of the nightstand on your side of the bed, scatted haphazardly across the floor. One of which was a photo of you and his brothers- the glass shattered and frame contorted, as if it had been stepped on. The duvet seemed to have been gripped and dragged halfway toward one of the corners of the room, and what appeared to be splatters of blood marked up a few areas on the floor and the bed sheets.

Lucifer felt his heart jump into his throat. He had to be dreaming...Diavolo, please...this had to be a dream. His eyes, now wet with tears, frantically darted around the room, trying to find his phone. He spotted it on the floor, having been kicked just under the bed. He dove for it, shaky hands trying to dial Diavolo’s number.

The line began ringing, but before anyone could have the opportunity to pick up, Lucifer felt a large hand clamp over his mouth and yank him backwards. He struggled against what felt like the firm grasp of 3 individuals, wriggling violently in their grasp. The individuals struggled to keep him still, until a sharp pain rippled through his neck. He roared into their hands, the noise muffled from the tight grip they had around his mouth.

“Lucifer..?” Diavolo yawned into the phone, curiosity piqued in his voice. “Why are you calling so late?”

He tried to make loud enough sounds for Diavolo to hear and continued to writhe, trying desperately to get out of their grasp. One of the individuals picked up the phone, hanging up the line before turning their eyes to Lucifer. He glared at them, nose turning in a snarl as they locked eyes.

Uriel.

“Give him another dose.”

Before Lucifer could process what they had said, another sharp pain was sent rippling through his neck. He tried to yell- to call out to one of his brothers for help- but his ability to speak began to fade as he felt his face go numb. The other hands dropped from his mouth, feeling that he would no longer be able to use his voice. His vision blurred, distorting the image of Uriel gripping his cheeks.

“Your compliance in this process will make it less painful for you.”

Another sharp pain was sent through his neck, causing Lucifer to whimper. He blinked, trying desperately to keep his eyes open as his brain begged him for sleep. He was dropped to the floor with a thud, and his legs were taken up as the other individuals dragged him back toward a portal in the corner of the room where the duvet had been dragged toward. He was uncertain how he hadn’t heard them open the portal, or walk through it at that rate, but at this point he couldn’t even focus on how or why the Seraphim had gotten into his room.

All he knew is that they had taken you, and he needed to protect you.

He gritted his teeth, pushing his demon form through in desperation. He tried to beat his wings against the floor, trying to make as much noise as possible to alert his brothers to what was happening.

A final sharp pain went through the muscles on his neck as he tried to yell out for Mammon. The noise only came out as a breathy whine, as his eyes finally drifted slowly closed.

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As he shuffled out of his clothes and worked on rapidly putting on his jeans, Simeon dialed Lucifer’s number.

The line rang, but there was no answer.

He dialed again.

and again.

The line continued to go to voicemail on every attempt. Simeon cursed under his breath, not knowing if Lucifer wasn’t answering because it was him, or because he couldn’t.

He switched tactics, checking his watch to see the vibrant numbers spelling 3:33AM shining accusingly back at him. He shook his head. There’s no way any of his brothers would be awake right now, so he better try all of them.

First he dialed Levi, who was the most likely to have been awake at this hour, who’s phone rang a few times and then went to voicemail- likely having just collapsed with fatigue. Next he tried Mammon, who’s phone went straight to voicemail, probably as a result of the phone being dead and him forgetting to charge it. He then tried Satan, then Asmo, then Beel- all having rung and went straight to voicemail.

He swore aggressively, kicking over the nightstand in his room. Were all of these fuckers able to sleep through anything?!

He finally sighed, dialing Belphie’s number. He had given up before the phone even finished ringing, figured he’d have to go directly to the HOL and wake them all up himself. To his shock, he picked up, and Belphie’s gruff, sleepy voice groaned through the line.

“Whaaaaaat?”

“Belphie!” Simeon nearly screamed in the phone, causing the sleepy demon to groan again.

“Hey, take it easy.” Belphie yawned through his words. “Don’t you know what time it is, Simeon?”

“Yes, I know! But please, just listen!” Simeon snapped, his frantic voice finally making Belphie pay more attention.

“What’s the matter?”

“Can you check on Mc and Lucifer?” He panted, twisting his body through his shirt while trying to keep the phone pressed to his ear.

“What?” Belphie’s voice was more alert now, anxiety becoming apparent in his tone. “Why? Did something happen?”

“Just do it!” Simeon snapped, trying to balance on one leg as he pulled his boots over his feet. He shifted to the next one as he heard Belphie hurriedly pull himself out of bed and speedwalk down the hallway.

There was a pause after he heard Belphie knock on Lucifer’s door. Simeon gulped freezing in a position with one boot on.

“Lucifer? Mc?” Belphie called to them, knocking again.

Another pause.

“Simeon, It’s nearly 4am. They’re probably sleeping. Can you please tell me what’s-”

“Go in. See if they’re there.” Simeon rasped out, not realizing how close he was to a full-blown panic attack.

“Simeon, come on-”

“JUST DO IT.” He yelled into the phone.

“Jeeze, Alright!” Belphie snapped back, then mumbled grievances about Simeon’s volume under his breath while he jiggled the handle on the door.

Simeon heard a creak in the floor as he awaited Belphie’s response and snapped his attention toward the doorway. Luke was standing there anxiously watching him.

“I-I called Barbatos. He told us to come to the castle immediately and that he’d wake up Diavolo and call Solomon.” He squeaked out through tears.

Simeon gave him a weak smile. “Good job. Now go get dressed, we’ll be leaving in a moment.”

“Mc, Lucifer..? Simeon’s on the phone and- W-what the fuck!?” Belphie’s panicked yell from the other side of the line jolted Simeon’s attention back to the phone.

“What is it?”

“Simeon, what’s going on?!” Belphie’s voice was firm and laced with worry.

Simeon swore under his breath, realizing that he was already too late. “Get your brothers and come to the castle. Now. I’ll explain when you get there.”

Belphie attempted to ask another question but Simeon hung up on him, finishing lacing his boots and rushing to Meet Luke, who was haphazardly dressed and waiting by the front door.

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