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THIS IS A GUIDE ON HOW TO FALL IN LOVE WITH A DEMON THAT YOU SUMMONED THROUGH YOUR ECONOMIC TEXTBOOK (NO CLICKBAIT AND 100% REAL!!)

✦ PAIRING: satan x g!n reader ✦ SUMMARY: Okay, you didn’t mean to summon a demon nor did you mean to throw a book at him but hey, it’s not like you expected the literal embodiment of Wrath to apparate in your apartment! Now, if only he could go back to where he came from… ✦ WARNING: sort of canon-compliant, Reader has a personality! college!au, mentions of violence, solomon calls you sunshine, made up my own magic system, reader is shorter than satan (mentioned in one scene), mention of alcohol, use of MC instead of Y/N, Hell and Devildom used interchangeably, suggestive at the end! ✦ WC: 14.8K

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You were going to kill Solomon.

It’s a well-known fact that that guy was shady as hell, but seriously? Was he trying to give you an express pass straight to Death’s doorstep or something? Maybe he had always harboured a secret dislike for you because why on earth did the Economics textbook he lent you summon a--demon?!

“Human. Are you done staring at me?” The man--no, demon? brushes off the dust on the back of his pants. You mourn for the state of your flooring which now resembles the set of a Miley Cyrus hit song.

Wait, were those polka dots you see on his pants? What are those hideous things draped across his neck? And, what was with his disaster of a shirt? For a second, you thought you had teleported to an alternate Jojo Bizarre Adventure universe.

”Your outfit is ugly as hell.” You blurted out, hands delayed in flying up to cover your mouth when you realised the words had escaped you.

The man--no, the demon turns with flashing eyes, his tail swishing dangerously behind him. Oh my god, were those spikes embedded in them? Suddenly, you regret ever opening your mouth – this is why people always tell you to keep your mouth shut when you are in a sleep-deprived state. You could feel sweat beading at the side of your temple as you slowly backed away, edging to the bedroom door.

“Are you courting death, little lamb?” He hissed, taking a step closer. That tail of his had started going wild, destroying one of your night lamps in the process. You would hate to imagine the destruction it would cause to you.

You took furtive glances around the room, swallowing hard when you realised the only makeshift weapon you had was the Economics textbook that Solomon had lent you.

The demon’s eyes had narrowed into slits, breathing coming out hot and heavy as if he was poised to attack you at a moment’s notice. Your grip on the textbook tightened as he advanced nearer to you, now a couple of steps away.

“Answer me, human--” The demon mocked you again, arms stretching forward presumably to attack you as you--

You threw the textbook at him.

Thud!

The textbook bounced off his head with a loud thud as he just stared at you in disbelief. At least, you had managed to get a headshot – your only accomplishment in life alongside the stupidest thing you have ever done. And somehow, you had landed yourself in deeper trouble if the shaking with barely contained rage from the thing was any indication.

You silently sent a prayer to the deity above, hoping that whoever was watching you from above would grant you a peaceful death. Although you weren’t one to believe much in religion, this seemed like a good time to start. Maybe next, an angel would drop from the sky too.

“HAHAHAHA!”

The hands you had raised as a shield were being forcefully put down by the entity in front of you.

“HAHAHA, I didn’t know humans could be this interesting.” Oh. The shaking was from laughter, you noted dumbly. You stared blankly at him before taking another step back, trying to covertly loosen his grip around your wrist.

Great, it seemed like the “demon” was showing signs of being a maniac too.

The entity in front of you kept mumbling to himself with a crazed look in his eyes. Honestly, you were getting kind of worried for him too. There’s no way getting smacked by a book is as funny as he made it sound.

After another minute, his laughter finally subsided and his hold on you had loosened enough for you to wiggle out tentatively. The thing stared at you before his mouth curled into an unsettling grin, giving you goosebumps all over your arm.

“So human, tell me why you summoned a demon.”

Well, at least you got your answer to the burning question plaguing you. However, it was not a confirmation you wanted to hear at the moment. It wasn’t reassuring, one bit at all.

“You have piqued my interest, little lamb. Tell me why a measly human like you summoned one of the seven Denizens of Hell. What could possibly be your deepest desires?” said demon asked, voice growly in a way that gave you butterflies in the stomach; but the butterflies were trying to tear its way out to escape.

It took you a few moments to register his sentence. The seven Denizens of Hell? You weren’t familiar with the concept but it seems to indicate that the demon standing before you holds a high rank which means you must be in deeper trouble than you had initially thought.

“Uh.” You started. “I didn’t summon you, I think?” You dragged out your words hesitantly, holding out both hands in front of you defensively. Immediately, his face pinched into a frown as he studied your expression.

“You’re not lying.” He concluded after a second. You wonder how he came to that answer. Are demons equipped with the ability to tell lies? It seemed like an overkill.

“Though, something must have happened for me to be summoned.” He sighed, finally moving out of your personal space to scan around your room – which had been trashed from the black void that had opened up in the middle of your room to teleport the demon.

As you quietly bemoaned the state of your living quarters, the demon strides towards the textbook lying innocently on the ground. “This is it.” He bent at the waist to lean down and studied the title of the cover. “An Introduction to Economics: 1st Edition.” He said stonily, fingers curled around the spine of the textbook.

“How did you know?” It was a curious sight to witness, a demon with actual horns completed with a barbed tail standing in the middle of the wreckage of your room as if he belonged there. You could hardly believe it but sadly, no matter how many times you rubbed your eyes, the scene remained the same.

“I felt the magic radiating off it.” He answered simply as if it was something you should have known too.

“Where did you get the book from?”

“My friend lent it to me because-- Oh fuck.” You suddenly froze, feeling the blood drain from your face. The demon stared at you inquisitively, prompting you to finish your sentence.

“I have an exam tomorrow.”

Despite your reluctance to let the demon stay, he had unfortunately made himself comfortable on the singular standing chair in the bedroom as you pore over the book that Solomon had lent you. He had insisted on staying with you, even going as far as to force you to take responsibility for summoning him.

Seeing as there were no alternatives for now, you decided to deal with him after your current pressing issue – The Econs Midterm.

“What are you doing?” The demon asked you curiously. He had somehow donned a human appearance and out of the goodness of your heart, you had lent him some clothes that thankfully fit him. If you didn’t know better, he could even come off as harmless.

In fact, without the scary appendages on him, and if you look at him from the right angle, he was honestly kind of cute.

His voice had also turned less menacing which soothened your heart. You pointed to the textbook in response, squirming in your seat as he leaned close to your face. Do demons not have any concept of personal space?

“Your answer for part (b) is wrong.”

With an intent look, he pulls back after examining your scribbles on the mock exam beside the book. “You should use a contractionary fiscal policy to combat inflation instead.”

Instead of spewing out the first thought in your head, you decided to carefully choose your words this time. “...You study?”

Maybe, you should have thought through your words more.

Thankfully, the demon didn’t take any offense to it. “Yes. Why? Is it so surprising that a demon had gone through formal education?”

Huh. You didn’t know that demons studied human-world subjects, much less went through a similar educational system to the human world. It was a pretty pleasant surprise, though you would have thought their curriculum would consist of ways to manipulate, slaughter, or seduce humans.

“Kinda.” You muttered, turning back to your notes. You itched to continue the conversation, the urge to know more about the differences between both of your worlds weighing heavily on you, alas the evergrowing pressure from your textbook was calling your name.

Yet, the demon continued to stare at the back of your head from the corner of your eye. You don’t believe that a human head is much different from a demon but you kept your complaints down. For now.

Your pen drummed impatiently on the table as you tried your best to focus on the words in front of you but the insistent staring was getting to your head.

“Is the back of my head so interesting to look at?”

Oh. The words escaped again. Instinctively, your hands flew up again blocking the sight of the demon beside you. You started your farewells to your family, your friends, the neighbourhood cats, wait, who’s going to feed them if you die--

“I’m going to tutor you.”

Maybe you heard him wrongly. Gingerly, you set your hands down demurely on your lap and nodded to yourself. It must have been your hearing that was at fault. There is no way that the demon you summoned just offered to tutor you in a human-world subject. Does he even know what Economics in the human world is?

“I’ve never seen anyone so horrendous in Economics before. I’m tutoring you.” The demon dragged the chair over, situating himself right beside you. This was when you realised this was not a dream or hallucination you had conjured up.

“It’s a disgrace to the subject that someone could be this awful at it.” With every syllabus, it felt like a stab to your heart. Hey, it wasn’t your fault that you were bad at this. You were practically forced to take the subject as one of your modules because you had lost in the bidding stage. And, it wasn’t your fault that you didn’t turn up for the majority of the lectures – You had your coursework to do and there was no mandatory attendance for this.

Okay, maybe it was your fault.

The demon didn’t wait for your answer as he bullied the textbook from your hands amidst your protests. “Do you at least know the basic concepts?”

He must have really thought you were an idiot to ask this. The demon squinted at your mock exam on the table, picking it up to observe it closer. “Is it tested up till Chapter 10?”

You nod.

“Okay, we will skip the basics. Let’s go straight into Chapter 5, Fiscal Policy. Tell me what you know about this.”

Although you were flabbergasted, you still went along with his instructions. And that was how you somehow ended up studying the night away with your new “roommate”.

For the first time since taking this module, you were positive you were going to pass. You can’t believe that Pretty Boy a.k.a the scary demon was actually terrific at tutoring. He should consider a career switch – though maybe the demon part might scare people off.

Speaking of which, this entire time you had been referring to the demon as… Demon. It could be your scatterbrainedness, but it was only polite to ask for his name after he did you such a huge favour — he had tutored you into the wee hours of the night, and you barely got three hours of sleep before heading into the examination hall.

“What was your answer for question 2, part (b)?” A familiar grating voice echoed behind you. You immediately spun to see Solomon, the bane of your current evil. His lips stretched into a grin as he opened his arms wide, clearly expecting a hug from you.

With measured steps, you walked over and landed a punch on his shoulder hard.

“Ow--! What the hell, sunshine?”

Sadly, your punch did not land as hard of a hit as you would have liked but seeing the reaction elicited from Solomon granted you some satisfaction at least. You clicked your tongue loudly and grabbed him by the arm, determined to find a quiet place so that you could talk about your new ‘roommate’.

Yet, despite your resolve, Solomon still had not budged a step. He was pinning you with a stare that practically screamed is-there-a-screw-loose-in-your-head? and his free hand was now planted on his waist, reminiscent of your mother’s posture when she reprimands you.

“Sunshine, I can’t stay to chat with you today.” He started, face creasing into a pained grimace as your nails dug into the skin of his arm.

“Ow--ow! Why are you so violent!” He finally smacked your hands off, bringing his hands up to inspect the crescent-shaped wounds. “I really can’t stay today. I have an important meeting in the Devil-- Uh. Somewhere.” He sends you another wounded expression while backing away, as you brought your balled fists up threateningly again.

“Just shoot me a text. I’ll reply to you as soon as I can.” He made a quick escape, turning around with a flourish as his cape billowed behind him. You could only watch as Solomon made his grand getaway with his long legs. Well, it seemed like fate had made its choice in screwing you up for a little longer.

Begrudgingly, you trudged home.

“Human, you’re back.”

You stopped in the doorway while taking off your shoes. The demon was lounging on your sofa, feet kicked up as he flipped through the channels on your television.

“Oh.” That was all you could muster out from your shock at seeing him in the living room. Well, you hadn’t laid down any ground rules nor forbade him from exploring the apartment but it was still an unusual sight to see when coming home.

On second thought, you would rather him stay in the living room than your bedroom. He didn’t seem like the kind to rummage through your belongings but it was better to be safe than sorry.

After kicking off your shoes, you set your backpack and laptop on the kitchen island before making your way over to him. The demon flashes you a quick once-over before returning to the object of interest – the Television.

For some reason, you felt like you were intruding on his space. Although, it was rightfully your apartment. (Your bedroom was still wrecked to hell and you couldn’t bear to think about the cost of repairing it.)

“How was it?”

Amidst the indistinct pleasant buzz from the television, the demon placed the remote down to face you. You blinked in mild amusement. Was learning how to navigate human world appliances a part of the curriculum too? Even you had difficulty figuring out the controls for this.

“Ah. I think I passed.” You replied, distracted by the film playing on the television. The demon had good taste in films, playing one of your favourites on the screen.

He reached forward, snapping his fingers in front of you. You instantly took notice of the nauseating shade of neon green painted on his nails. For his sake, you hope that the fashion in Hell was vastly different because this shade was assaulting your eyes. But for all you know, he could be one of the pioneers of fashion in his realm.

“Now, let’s talk about your repayment.”

“Repayment?” You echoed, staring at him as if he had grown a third head. Since when had you owed a debt to him? All you remembered was him helping you with your exam; he couldn’t possibly be trying to claim interest from that.

He nodded.

“You summoned me, didn’t you?” He said calmly, folding his legs up to give you more space on your couch.

“I told you! I didn’t--“

“--But you did.” With his cutting remark, you curled in on yourself and pouted. You couldn’t refute him. You did summon him. Though, wholly by accident.

“Okay fine. I’ll hear you out.” With a flippant attitude, you gestured for him to go on. He raised an eyebrow before sighing.

“Usually, a sacrifice is needed for a summon.” He shot you a glare to keep you from jumping in before he was finished. “But somehow, you’ve managed to bypass that step. So all that’s left is to fulfill a transaction between you and me.”

Meekly, you raised your hand. “Uh. But I don’t need any favours from a demon.”

“Wrong.” He breathed out another sigh, as though he was speaking to an insolent child. “I’ve already completed my part of the transaction. What’s left is for you to fulfill yours.”

It dawned on you.

“Oh. You smart little--“ His lips twisted downwards into a warning sneer.

“Demon. Haha. Oh, so that is why you helped me out with my exam.” You said with your voice sugary sweet. Internally, you were stabbing metaphorical forks at yourself for accepting help from a demon so easily. You knew you were gullible but you really should have known better.

“That’s right. I’m a demon.” He scoffed, shooting a look that was so smug that you wanted to smack him. You dropped your fake smile, bringing your hands up to faceplant your forehead.

“Urgh. What’s your name?”

“I’m Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.” He said, sitting tall on the couch. Was being a demon really something to be proud of?

“Okay, Satan, Avatar of Wrath.” You started, already feeling a headache thrum in the back of your head. “I swear I don’t have anything to my possessions that you would like. Could you pretty please forget this favour and go back to where you came from? I won’t tell anyone.”

“No, can do.” Satan mocked you, folding his arms across his chest with his head tilted down at you. It was a feat considering that both of you were at eye level.

“I just need to co-habitat with you for a while. Surely, that can’t be too difficult?” You could see the demon staring at you condescendingly from the opposite side of the sofa.

Many questions ran through your head but you were too overwhelmed to even try and grapple one out.

A pause rang out. Satan for once, kept quiet even as his lips thinned out into a snarl. He looked ready to argue with you at the drop of a hat.

With the extended time given, you decided to weigh your choices in front of you.

Pro(s):

Satan had proven himself to be quite academic, if you could utilise your cards properly, you could probably rope him into being your full-time tutor while he was here.

Although it had only been one night, he wasn’t as fussy as the past roommates you had (which was already a huge plus to you.) and he seemed to keep to himself.

He was pretty nice to look at.

Con(s):

He’s a demon.

Without the fact of his heritage, you would be almost inclined to reward him with the title of the Best Roommate you ever had. (It wasn’t like there was much competition there to begin with, the people you had roomed with were demons in human bodies.)

The demon was also pretty snarky but you had met worse people in college. This was nothing you couldn’t take.

With a deep breath, you made up your mind. It wasn’t like you had much choice in this matter either way. The demon asking was just for formality’s sake — this gives you a little more confidence at least, it proves that Satan cared about politeness and most likely wouldn't murder you in your sleep.

With a nod, you extended your hand clearly meant for him to shake.

“What do you want, human?” He stares at your outreached hand, confused. You scooted over to him and grabbed his crossed arm to free one hand to link with yours. “This is a handshake. We shake hands to seal the deal.”

He dropped his gaze to the interlocked hands with a hum. After a few seconds, he pulled away and shook his hand as if getting rid of dirt.

“Great.”

As you pulled your hands away, a vague sense of unease settled within your heart. (It somehow also reminded you of the time you had been coerced to join an MLM by an old acquaintance.)

In hindsight, you probably should have asked more about the situation.

After your conversation with Satan, you had assigned him the couch in the living room as his sleeping place. Surprisingly, he was pretty happy with the arrangement, stating that at least his sleep wouldn’t be disturbed here leading you to wonder more about his bedroom in Hell.

You had then turned in for sleep.

Or well, you had tried to go into your room to sleep but there was a suspiciously familiar crevice opening up in the middle again alongside the temperature dropping to the sub-zeros.

“What the hell?” You shrieked, watching as a wisp of smoke danced around a shadowy figure – the silhouette only vaguely human. You somehow had an inkling that this matter involved the person who was currently scouring your bookshelf in the living room.

“Satan! Get your ass here!”

You hear a groan from the direction of where you had come from before hearing footsteps approach from both ends. Warily, your head turned slowly to where the gap was – it was the same as the one Satan had emerged from.

“Yo.”

Suddenly shy, your gaze flicked away from the demon before you. You certainly weren’t expecting this much-exposed skin this late in the evening.

“You sure took your time getting here.” You muttered crossly under your breath when the other demon appeared in your line of sight. Satan still looked relaxed, hands tucked into his pockets. The only show of acknowledgment was his eyebrows knitted in a frown.

“Mammon? How did you find me?” The Avatar of Wrath questioned, standing in front of you. Your vision was blocked by the sight of Satan’s shoulders as he motioned you to move back. Quietly, you slid away, not wanting to get caught up in the demons’ conversation.

“Ey. Where do you think yer’ going?” The demon, which you had now identified as Mammon, called out. With a blush still high on your cheeks, you took a quick rake at him. The small black horns that protruded at the top of his head were the least eye-catching part of him – your eyes ran over the thin white stripes over his chest and back and with the black straps around his body, you almost want to question if he came knocking at the wrong house. He looked like he belonged in the middle of a BDSM exhibition.

“Y-yes!” You squeaked, hiding behind Satan’s back which appeared to be more sturdy suddenly. Mammon had a scowl on, as he pointed accusingly at you. You were thankful that he at least had on a bolero even if it was much too extravagant for your taste. The bat-like wings behind him fluttered a little as he moved towards Satan and you.

“Satan, you bastard.” The white-haired demon hissed, as he took quick steps to end up in front of both of you. You clutched onto Satan’s arm like a lifeline, fully hiding yourself behind him. Satan sends you a glare, trying to pry your hands off but failing to do so. “Why do Lucifer gotta send me here for this, huh?”

“To bring me back?”

Mammon sneers at his remark. “What do you think, younger bro?” The blue in his eyes seemed more piercing under the light of your bedroom. You were starting to think if you should be concerned a fight was going to break out.

He let out a huff.

“Who’s that?” The demon leaned forward to peer at you, eyes rounded in morbid curiosity. Satan stretched out an arm to block him from coming too close to you. Your palms were starting to get sweaty, but you persisted in sticking to Satan’s side like a thorn.

“A human,” Satan says matter-of-factly. You almost want to punch him in the face. Even now, he’s still refusing to call you by your name. Though, you vastly prefer him calling you human rather than a lamb.

“We made a contract vow.”

When the other demon looked at you for confirmation, you nodded timidly. The white-haired demon blinked rapidly, whipping his head to look at the Avatar of Wrath in disbelief. Dimly, you noted that he also had manicured nails, white and short – was this part of the job scope to be a demon?

“Ya’ made a pact?!” He gripped Satan by the shoulder, nails digging into the meat of his shoulder. “With a human?” Somehow, you couldn’t help but feel offended by that statement. It wasn’t like you were a willing participant in this. In fact, you were pretty sure you had gotten scammed into this.

“No, a vow.” Satan corrected him, frowning. “It's like a contract. We learned that in school last semester, Mammon.” The demon sheepishly scratched the back of his head, clearly having no idea of what Satan was talking about.

It seemed like you weren't the only one who didn't listen in class.

“Grr…” The demon in front of you scrunches his face, a pained expression on his face. “Lucifer would kill me if I don’t bring ya’ back.” A thoughtful expression crossed his face as he tapped his feet impatiently.

The next line that came out of his mouth made you shudder.

“How about I eat the human?” You straightened up with a yelp. “Then there will be no vow right?”

“Don’t touch the human.” Satan’s voice has dropped an octave, and you can see the flicker of his demon form appearing. Obediently, you let go of his arm and stepped aside – in a fight between whales, the shrimp's back gets broken. You would hate to get caught up in their battle.

“Yo, relax.” Mammon scowled, flicking his hand once. He lowered his head to briefly examine your face and immediately started snickering loudly. “It was a joke, chill.”

Was he joking about your life right now? You were pissed but in the presence of two otherworldly entities, you kept your anger in check.

“I can’t go back now,” Satan says again, demon form nowhere to be found after confirming Mammon’s intentions. “It’s a binding contract.” He elaborated with a smug smile. “Lucifer can’t drag me back either unless he wants me to burn in the pits.”

What?

“Burn?” You spoke up loudly as both the demons turned to look at you with surprise as if forgetting you were there. “You didn’t tell me that before we made the vow.”

Satan just nodded in your direction.

Although you haven’t met him for long, it didn’t feel right if you got blood (ash?) on your hands for not upholding your side of the vow. Even if you had been conned into it.

“Ain’t there supposed to be a timeframe or something?” Mammon spoke, looking at you. You squirmed on the balls of your feet as you bravely held eye contact with him. You were pretty astonished that he suddenly seemed to know his stuff.

“Six months?” You offered hesitantly. Satan hadn’t specified anything earlier and you were much too tired to even think through the intricacies of the contract until now. From the corner of your eyes, you could see him give you a discontented look.

On the other hand, Mammon looked satisfied as he pulled back to wave at you.

“I’ll be back in six months then.”

Poof.

Another wisp of smoke materialised from the ground and sheathed the demon like a second skin. When you blinked again, the demon was no longer here.

The stupid bastard had stolen one of your jewellery.

After exchanging glances with Satan, you gestured for him to come into your bedroom so you could continue your talk. You had dragged the chair from your table over to your bed, only to realise that the brainless demon had swiped one of your necklaces from where it lay on the table.

“...”

You broke the silence after both of you had settled in your respective seats. “Okay, what’s the deal about burning in the pits of Hell?”

“It’s just a punishment for breaking the vow.”

“Isn’t that harsh?”

“Demons can’t die. We’ll just regenerate, though it may take me thousands of years if I sink to the bottom of the pit.”

You furrowed your eyebrow at his nonchalance. “Why did you make the vow with me?”

“I wanted to get away.” Satan paused. “I needed a fresh change of scenery.”

You still didn’t get it.

“But you didn’t have to enter into a vow, did you?”

“Drop it.” His tone had taken one that was more threatening and you could see him bristle. It seemed like it was a touchy subject.

You still weren’t satisfied with his answer but you decided to stop talking about it for today. You had gone through quite a fair bit of ordeal in the past few days and you could feel the onset of a headache.

“So… six months?” You offered.

The demon sighed, looking very much frustrated. “Since you have mentioned a time frame, the vow would have to abide by that.”

There was no room for further conversation after that. Abruptly, Satan stood up to leave the room after wishing you a good night.

“Wait.”

He peers at you confusedly as you hover near the door hesitantly with a pinched expression.

“You need to pay me back for what Mammon stole.”

You closed the door in his face.

Living with Satan felt like living with a cat that has no regard for you.

He was almost entirely self-sufficient – you could always find him sprawling out on the couch in the living room with a book. (Satan has already gone through your entire collection and was demanding you to get more.)

Living with another person took some adjustment but thankfully, Satan wasn’t as disgusting as your previous roommates. Though he had a habit of leaving his your books all over the living room. This wouldn’t be much of a bother if not for the fact that you now start your day by stubbing your toes on them.

With your new routine in place, you would like to say that you have been getting along well with Satan – although without your intervention, you were sure that the demon would be half close to death.

(“Do demons eat food?” You asked one day, curious.

It’s been a couple of weeks since Satan had shown up in your flat and in that period, you hadn’t seen the blond-haired demon take a bite of food. Maybe demons had a different type of feed compared to humans.

You dearly hope it wasn’t human meat that he would need to feed on.

“Ah.” Satan looks up at you from the couch. “Right, I need to eat.” He said, ignoring your question as he slotted a bookmark into the page of the book he was reading.

“Do you have food?”

“Are there any preferences or allergies I would need to cater to?”

“Hell Black coffee.”

You waited for an elaboration that never came. Though, you can safely assume that it was a beverage exclusive to Hell.

“You can’t survive on just black coffee, Satan.”

“Add a Devil Zebra Bacon Sandwich then.”

“Satan, we don’t have that here.” You glance around your kitchen, before striding over to your refrigerator to check on the available ingredients.

“I’ll make a bacon sandwich and some coffee for you.”

The demon nodded at you before returning to his book.

“Do demons need to eat?” You reiterated your earlier question.

“Kind of.” Satan paused, looking as though he was thinking hard about your question. “We do have to eat to be at our peak condition but we won’t die if we don’t.”

You let out a low breath and stare at Satan who had the audacity to look confused.

Even if one doesn’t die by not eating, how could he still skip all of his meals?

“Okay.” You say, “I will be making food for us every day. I am not taking no for an answer.”

“I won’t die if I don’t eat.” The demon insisted, sitting up in confusion.

You shot him a glare and Satan’s response died down.

You then started looking for the ingredients for the sandwich before Satan decided to open his mouth and tell you more about his unhealthy habits.)

You step into the living room, holding a box in your hands. You decided to be benevolent and finally gift Satan your old phone. You figured that it wouldn’t hurt for him to have a way to contact you.

“Is this a D.D.D?”

You've long gotten used to the random terminology that the demon would drop in the middle of your conversation.

“It’s a Samsung Galaxy A6.” With a deadpan voice, you dropped the box into Satan’s lap. The demon continued scrutinising the package, tilting it from side to side. “I’ve inputted my contact information inside. You can contact me if needed.”

“Thanks.” He uttered with absolutely no sense of thanks.

You were about to bicker back when a bzzt caught your attention. Fishing your phone out of your pocket, you swiped on the notification as you sat on the couch beside Satan.

[03:15PM] Monnie: Just received ur text.

[03:15PM] Monnie: I’m outside right now. Please open the door.

Jumping up from your seat, you quickly opened the door not wanting to keep your classmate waiting.

“Where is he?”

For some reason, Solomon looked rigid as if he was brimming with barely contained anger. You had never seen him like this, face bland with no emotions and straightened to his full height. He looked different from your Solomon, who was always playful.

“W-who?” You stumbled over your words hurriedly, as he pushed past you and headed straight.

“Solomon?” The demon on the couch frowned, putting the secondhand phone down when he noticed the footsteps heading towards him. “What are you doing here?”

You noticed how Satan flinched at the sight of him. It seemed as if they had some sort of history together. Were they exes?

“You know him?”

“Yes, the Wise Sorcerer.”

“The Avatar of Wrath, Satan.”

You exchanged brief glances with Satan before opening your mouth in exasperation. “Okay. What’s the deal with you too?”

“I’m a sorcerer.”

You were starting to wonder if you had a penchant for attracting supernatural beings. Now everything made sense, the fact you had summoned Satan was no mere accident.

“Magic is real?”

“Very.” Solomon moved closer to stop right in front of the demon. “What did you do?” His voice was neutral, face painfully blank.

“We made a vow.” Satan scowls as he shifts in his seat awkwardly as he tilts his head in your direction. You could tell he didn’t like the accusing tone that Solomon was using. “I got summoned here by that human.”

“Summoned?” The sorcerer questioned, biting his inner cheek in thought. “Why did you respond to it?”

That was new information to you – Satan could have rejected your summon but he didn’t. For some reason, the possibility of not meeting him made you bitter.

The demon lets out a measured breath as he shrugs, not sparing you a glance. “I was bored.”

“The Devildom had called for an emergency meeting a while back.” Solomon continues, taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling. “Mammon said that you were cozying up with a human. I didn’t think it was true.”

You observed the demon’s expression carefully, trying to read his thoughts – you want to know what he was thinking, what he was feeling right now.

“What about it?” Satan’s voice was far too even for your liking, face schooled into a placid smile.

“You made a vow, didn’t you?” Solomon’s lips were starting to curl up threateningly. Once again, it seemed like a fight was going to break out. You wonder if you should start leaving the room.

“You do know that MC here doesn’t have any magic right?”

Satan nods.

“What if MC gets injured? Will you take responsibility?”

“Hey--“ You tried to jump into the conversation, but none of them were paying you any attention, too focused on staring each other down.

“I will.”

“Hey-- Ay, what?”

“I’ll leave Sunshine in your hands then.” With widened eyes and raised eyebrows, Solomon takes a step back, patting you on the shoulder as he brushes past you to make a beeline to the kitchen.

“I haven’t eaten all day in a rush to get here, can I whip up something?”

In a feat to not let the sorcerer destroy your kitchen, all thoughts about the earlier conversation flew out of your head as you ran ahead of him to block his entry.

Teaching a demon how to act human was no easy feat.

“I want a Shadow Hog Stir Fry in Demi-glace Sauce.”

The waitress stares at him, pen hovering above her notepad. You forced out a laugh, leaning over to hit Satan on the shoulder teasingly.

“He’s just joking.” You crinkle your eyes up, desperately wishing that the waitress didn’t think of you both as weirdos. At least, you hope that the waitress doesn’t group both of you together – this was one of your favourite dining places, and you would hate to get banned.

Satan narrowed his eyes into slits and was just about to open his mouth to argue. You quickly kicked him from where you were seated across the booth. Begrudgingly, he kept his mouth shut.

“Alright.” The waitress says, not entirely convinced. “What can I get started for both of you?”

“Can I get a Devil Coke?”

“You mean cola, sir?” The waitress's voice was perfectly courteous, even if you could see a glint of chagrin in her eyes.

“Yes, that and a cup of water.” With a loud voice, you cut in quickly. You could see the demon’s bottom lip jutting out in frustration as you tried to keep up the playful act. “You’re so funny today, Sa--“

“Sully.” You end awkwardly, voice strained.

“Right, okay.” The waitress thankfully just ignores your comment, as she flips the pages of the menu and points to the top of the page. “We would recommend the Classic Demi-glace Rice for your companion here. This dish over here is our best-seller too.”

You nodded in the direction of the waitress. “Great, we’ll get both.”

After scribbling down your orders on her notepad, she collected the menu and walked off. After making sure that no one else was in the vicinity, you leaned forward and hissed at him.

“You have to remember that we are in the human world.”

“They don’t have these here? Shadow Hog Stir Fry in Demi-glace Sauce and Devil Coke are everywhere in the Devildom.”

“Well, take a look at the menu. Is it written there?”

Satan rolled his eyes, pointing at the table.

“The waitress took it away. Anyways, why am I Sully?”

“It’s not like I can introduce you as Satan, can I?” You said sarcastically. “I’m not trying to get flagged as a cultist.”

“Why not? They’re a pretty fun bunch.”

“That’s beside the point!”

Satan’s gaze flew up to the ceiling as he ignored your statement. He muttered some insults under his breath, which you pointedly turned a deaf ear to.

Thankfully, you still had time to teach him about human customs –you were determined to drill him about human etiquette before he headed back to the underworld.

A week later, Satan somehow manages to coax you into bringing him onto campus. Actually, it wasn’t far-fetched to say that he guilt-tripped you into doing so.

(“I’m bored.” He says.

You raised an eyebrow at his figure by the doorway. You have finally fixed the crack in your bedroom and thankfully, it didn’t cost as much as you thought it would. Though, you hadn’t repurchased any of the furniture that was destroyed during the summoning.

“Hi bored, what do you want?” You snarked back, back still hurting from hunching over your coursework on the ground. The materials were spread all over – you had shifted to the floor when you realised that there wasn’t enough space on your table.

“Stop talking nonsense.” He walked over, leaning over by the waist to squint at your work. “Do you need to head back to school tomorrow to submit these?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” You paused your actions and looked at him suspiciously.

“You said that you were going to teach me how to be more human, right?” He started, squatting down to shift your papers aside to make a space for him to sit.

You nodded slowly, unable to see where he was going with this.

“Bring me on a tour of your campus.”

“What?”

“It’s been hard on me,” He says, suddenly slumping his shoulders. “I haven’t been cooped up in the same place for so long since the time Lucifer kept me in the cupboard.”

You couldn’t refute his logic. Satan had indeed been confined in your quarters, not because you didn’t trust him-- Actually yeah, it was because you didn’t trust him.

You hadn’t explicitly forbade him not to go out but the demon seemed to know that you hadn’t felt comfortable enough to let him roam free. The weather had turned chilly lately which further lowered your ambitions to head out – though Satan had seemed pretty immune to the temperature.

Are demons more resistant to the cold?

Satan waits for a bit, before reaching for your sleeve to tug on it. If you stared at him long enough, you could almost swear that you could see tears brimming in the corner of his eyes.

“Please?”

Pretty green eyes stare up at you, wide and pleading. You felt your resolve weaken.)

Which was exactly how you ended up in this situation.

The towering shelves seem to extend far beyond your vision, and the grand expanse of the library is filled with countless volumes, making it a scholar’s paradise. The demon stands in front of you, gaping at the sight.

With his love for knowledge, you had purposefully kept the library as your last destination on the tour.

“Please keep the books to a maximum of five.” You told Satan, urging him to go forth and explore the space. “My student ID only allows five to be checked out at a time.”

His eyes had widened into big shiny orbs, alight with curiosity. For once, he didn’t argue back and gently walked ahead to the ornate wooden shelves to start scanning through the books. For you though, you headed over to the table heaving your bag up on the surface.

You decide to get some work done while Satan explores the winding mess of bookshelves.

Deep in your work, you barely noticed the tap on your shoulder. Only the call of your name broke the haze of concentration you were in.

“Yuki?” Your eyes widened as you tried to keep your voice down, glancing around nervously at the other library-goers.

“Oh my god, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you around!” Yuki beams at you, arms spaced out to hug you.

“Yeah, we haven’t seen each other since last semester.”

“How have you been doing?”

Both of you continued to exchange polite pleasantries for a bit, as you pulled out the chair beside you for her to sit down.

“Oh right,” Yuki began, pulling out her phone from her purse. “There’s a party I’m organising coming up soon. Do you wanna come? I invited people from our class last semester.”

You hummed for a second.

It’s been a long while since you went to a party, and even longer since you entertained the thought of drinking. It hadn’t even occurred to you, especially after housing Satan who had occupied all of your time and thoughts.

“Sure, just text me the date when it’s confirmed.” You responded, typing in your contact information when she handed her phone over. It should be fine to leave the demon alone for one night – it wasn’t like he had much of a penchant for mischief.

A voice from behind called, “Which five should I check out?”

Both Yuki and you turn to look at the demon, carrying a stack of books so high that you were worried he was going to topple them on you. Your eyes widened as you quickly stood up to grab a couple of books from him, clearing up his vision.

“Uh.” You had almost forgotten about the third presence with you, too busy trying to direct Satan in the right direction of the table. “Is this, uh, your boyfriend?”

Awkwardly, your hands hover in the air as you reach for another book from the Avatar of Wrath’s arm. “No, uh, we’re roommates.”

Satan nods behind you. “Pleased to meet you. My name is Sa--“

You elbowed him in the stomach, plastering a smile on your face.

“Sully.”

Yuki laughs somewhat stiltedly, lifting a hand to cover her mouth. “I’m Yuki, It is a pleasure to meet you as well.”

Her eyes darted between the demon and you, before widening into a grin again. “Sully, do you want to come along to the party as well?”

You jerked your head to look at her with blown-out pupils. Well, this wasn’t the direction that you had expected the conversation to take. Curiously, you turn to look at Satan. You wonder what would be his response.

“Party?” Satan sounded out the syllabus in his mouth, arching an eyebrow. “Probably not, I have to get through these books as soon as possible.”

He points at the intimidating stack piled up on the table.

“However, thank you for the invite.” He tilts his head down slightly, thanking her.

Now, you were the one who raised an eyebrow. Since when had he learned how to be so polite? He always acted like a minx with you.

“Well, alright then. If you change your mind, you could always just tag along.” Yuki glances at her wrist for the time, letting out a small gasp. “Oh, I’ll have to get going first. See you around.”

She stood up, tugging up her bag onto her shoulder as she waved you goodbye with a smile. Satan and you watched as she walked off.

“Lovely seeing her.” You say.

“Help me choose now,” Satan demanded at the same time.

“Geez.” You muttered, “Where did that polite facade of yours disappear to?”

“Stop talking and start choosing.”

“Fine.”

A couple of days later, you decided to bring Satan on an outing around your neighbourhood. It was odd how the conversation from that day stayed in your head like a plague, and when you had seen him sprawling on the couch, you decided to put your plan into action.

“Get ready.”

“Can’t you see I’m reading?”

“I’m bringing you on a tour around the block.” You paused, shaking the bag you were holding in front of his face. “It’s also my turn to feed neighbourhood cats this week.”

You threw the scarf you had dug out from the back of your closet at him. Even if he was less affected by the cold, you still wanted him to be prepared against the weather. (You also wanted to see how he would look like all bundled up in winter wear.)

Suddenly, a hand clamped on your shoulder hard while you were lost in thoughts.

“You should have started with that.”

Next, you know, Satan was ready by the door, impatiently pawing at your security system trying his best to unlock it. It’s been a couple of weeks since he had intruded into your house per se, but he still hadn’t gotten a hang of the electronic door system you had.

It was adorable watching him fumble around since he was always prim and proper. Well, it seemed like you still were learning new things about the demon every day.

“I didn’t know you liked cats this much.”

Amusedly, you handed the can of wet cat food to the blond – who was currently cooing at the tabby cat as it rubbed against his leg. It was admittedly, a cute sight to witness and an unexpected twist from what you would expect from a demon like him.

Would this be what they call gap moe?

“Of course I do.” Satan peers up at you confusedly, face practically screaming with incredulousness. “Cats are an integral part of life, one can never miss out on the joy of running their fingers through a cat’s fur.”

His eyes gleamed with a fiery passion as he continued ranting away. Sighing, you decided to also squat on the ground, grabbing the tabby’s attention as you dumped the wet cat food out on the plate while listening to the demon’s tirade.

“Do they have cats in the Devildom too?”

“Of course they do, human.” Fondly, you watched as his fingers found their place underneath the cat’s chin. His nose had also turned a bright shade of red, resembling Rudolph. “I’ll bring you to the Devildom on a trip to see them in the future.”

Your heartbeat quickens and a warm feeling settles in the middle of your chest.

“O-oh?” You say.

“Yeah, you can consider this a repayment for letting me lay eyes on the most magnificent creatures in the three realms.”

There’s a moment of pause as you register his comment, somehow swallowing past the lump in the back of your throat. You lowered your gaze to the concrete ground, hands absentmindedly going through the motions through the cat’s fur.

So that’s what he meant.

Before you could get too over in your head, you decided to stand up, ready to move on to the next feeding location, missing the way Satan had looked at you.

“Sully?”

“Oh, I didn’t expect to meet you so soon again.”

You turned your head to the side, the bag of cat food left abandoned on the ground as you inspected the situation in front of you. Satan had also gotten up, giving the tabby one last pet, before he turned to the stranger.

“Ah, this is my roommate.”

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed the demon nudging you to pay attention to the conversation. Bizarrely, he was still warm to the touch despite the red shade of his nose. You quickly put on a polite smile and introduced yourself.

“Ah, I’m Luna.”

The girl in front of you was petite, with hair that was spun gold and the brightest smile you had ever seen in your life. You ended up speechless for a second, looking at the outreached hand.

Satan elbowed you again.

“Hi, yes.” You started after regaining your composure, reaching out to shake her hand. “Oh, I didn’t know Sully over here, had friends.”

It was a miracle that your voice came out all steady.

Luna raises a delicate hand to titter, eyes crinkled. You couldn’t help but find her adorable, even as something anxious sat in the pit of your stomach, the organ seemingly all twisted wrong.

“Oh, I met her at the library,” Satan says. For some reason, he paused to look at you before adding on. “She’s working at the library as a librarian. I enlisted her help to find some titles.”

The girl nods rapidly, somehow seeming to emit a brighter glow the longer you watch her.

“Are you guys feeding the cats?”

“Ah yes, my roommate is also bringing me on a tour around the neighbourhood since I’m new.”

You nod along, pressing the palms of your hand along your thigh to get rid of the sweat forming there. You couldn't understand why you were sweating despite the cold. “Do you want to come along?”

The demon turned his gaze to look at you, covering his mouth with a hand to mime coughing as he hiss a what-the-hell to you. Bewildered, you just tilted your head in response.

Wouldn’t this be a good opportunity for Satan to make friends? You thought he would approve seeing as how he was complaining about being “cooped up” in his words.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to disturb you guys.”

“Ah yes, it’s fine!” You urged, grabbing onto her arm, and tugging her to walk ahead. Satan reluctantly picked up the bag of wet cat food and trailed after both of you.

“Why did you invite her?”

The door to your apartment hadn’t even been fully opened when the demon sprung the question on you. You continued walking in, taking off your shoes in the hallway as you stayed silent. Satan barged past you to stand in front of you, forcing you to look up at him.

It’s been a while since you had found the demon intimidating and the way he was looking at you now somehow reminded you of your first meeting with him, though it was now more of a fond memory.

“I thought it would be a good opportunity for you to make new friends.” You brushed past him, heading to put the empty bag and the takeaway containers on the kitchen island. “I didn’t know you would take offense to it.”

You could hear footsteps echoing behind you, following in your path.

“Take your shoes off. I just mopped it in the morning.”

“I didn’t want her to come along.”

The container of fried rice drops on the surface with a thud, thankfully not spilling open. You would hate to clean the mess up when you are covered in cat fur and tired from socialising.

Did you not like her? Is she not pretty enough? Why do you not like her? Why are you telling me this?

Multiple questions swarmed in your head but none made it out of your mouth.

“I see.” You say, not knowing what else to reply.

Satan huffed a sigh out, taking out his shoes and placing them in the cabinet next to your door. The silence in the air felt long and stretched out. The only thing you could hear in the apartment was your own beating heart, which was pounding at a hundred miles per second. You had never felt uncomfortable in the presence of the demon before this. You hated it.

“Human, are you not going to ask me about it?” The demon demanded, wrestling the takeaway containers from you and grabbing the utensils from the drawers.

“Do you want me to?” You countered. You don't know why he was acting like this.

“Fine, so be it.” Satan runs a hand through his hair, slamming the container down on the table. You almost winced for the fate of your dinner.

"Continue to act like that.” He says, spinning around to leave the kitchen. Immediately, you regretted the words that came out of your mouth.

“Wait, no.” Your hands instinctively found their place around the edge of Satan's shirt. You twiddled your thumb around the fabric, blinking back your embarrassment. Your head hung low as you avoided his eyes, biting your lips nervously. “I’m sorry.”

You could feel the demon slowly turn around, but you stubbornly kept your gaze on the kitchen floor. You hadn’t fought with him before, the uneasiness of the situation making your insides squirm.

“I’m sorry for inviting her without asking you.”

“You-” Satan’s voice sounded pinched in discomfort. He lets out another deep exhale, hands gently placed on your shoulder.

“You don’t need to apologise. I should have been the one to say sorry.”

“No. I should have checked if you were okay with me inviting her.”

The demon just nods, placing a hand on the top of your head to mimic a pat. Somehow, you found the motion soothing and gained a deeper understanding of a cat's psyche.

Satan then turns back to the island to retrieve the containers again –you had gotten takeaway from a nearby Chinese restaurant because the demon had been craving for it.

“Okay, since both of us are certain that we are at fault. Let’s just forgive each other and move on?”

You head over to the living room first, settling down on the floor as Satan follows closely behind, holding the day’s dinner in his arms. Eating together had become an established norm in your apartment – you hadn’t noticed when both of you had become so close, so domestic, so soft.

You made a conscious effort to not think about the earlier conversation but it still weighed heavily on your mind.

What does it mean? Why does he want you to ask about it?

“Satan.” You set the bowl of cereal in front of him and then put yours beside his. “I’m heading out for the party later at night. I will be back late.”

He pours milk into your bowl and slides it across the table to you. “Don't you have class today?"

"Yeah until 6, but I'll be back for dinner before heading out for the party."

"Oh, is it the one your classmate invited you to?”

“Yes, wanna come along?”

“Not today. I’m aiming to finish this." He points to the book lying on the couch. "Also, I'm trying out this new recipe I read in this book for dinner.”

You squint at the book on top of the throw pillow, Satan’s favourite, with a picture of a kitten – it was worn out from use, an evident reminder of how the demon had integrated into your life so smoothly.

“Remind me to get a new pillow soon.”

“Sure. Be safe tonight.”

You were almost positive the cereal had gone down the wrong pipe. For a second, you wondered if you were starting to make things up. The demon pushes the cup of water to you, urging you to drink it. It was nearly comical how affected you were by a simple phrase.

“Thanks.”

Satan continues to nurse his cup of coffee. It was truly amazing how he could stand the taste of it. You had tried it once out of curiosity and almost spat it out due to how bitter it was.

(“Why would you do this to yourself?” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand after washing out your mouth with mouthwash.

Satan shrugged.

“It reminds me of Hell’s Coffee back in my realm,” He explains, taking a sip from the same coffee that you had tried. “The coffee would become bitter if the brewer has feelings for the one they are brewing for. It also changes depending on the magic content.”

“That’s interesting.” You say. “So is your coffee always bitter then?”

He smiles at you, swirling the liquid in the cup thoughtfully. “Sometimes. Though, I’ve never had anyone who tried my coffee say it’s bitter.”

That was… fascinating. You would have expected Satan to, maybe, have more experience.

“Oh.” You muster, still thinking about the implications of his statement.

“When you come to the Devildom, I’ll let you try my version of it.” The demon says before finishing the rest of his drink in one shot, face scrunching up at the acidity of it.

“Okay.” You say, nodding. “Okay, sure.”

Your face was heating up for some reason, and you felt like your brain had been dipped into a bathtub with the toaster plugged in.

You wonder if the coffee he makes for you would be bitter.)

You arrived at the party at midnight and amazingly, your host was already knocked out on the couch.

“Yuki.” You shook her once, only getting murmuring as a reply. It was obvious that she had ascended into the astral plane. You were planning to count on her to take care of you but that plan flew out of the window.

You straightened up, speaking to no one in particular. “What the hell? I’ve only just gotten here.”

“Unfortunate.” Someone says sympathetically beside you. You recognise her as one of your classmates from your previous semester, “Go and get yourself started with a drink from the kitchen.”

You winced.

“It’s still early.”

“It’s literally past midnight.” She says, staring at you with a deadpan expression. “That’s what you came here for right? To drink?”

You look in dismay as your classmate shoves you in the direction of the kitchen. Though, she was right. You had indeed come here intending to drink as much as you can.

The demon had been occupying your head as of late, and you were starting to get desperate for an excuse to get out of the house to clear your head.

She pushes a red solo cup into your hand, urging you to take it. “Here you go. Cheers.”

With your safety plan out of commission, you were determined to only drink enough to get tipsy. After all, you were at a college party. Though, you still needed to find a way to hitch a ride home after.

You would hate to worry Satan if you stayed at the house overnight, though you question if he would even expend the energy to be concerned for you. (You think he would, but you can't be sure.)

Your classmate hands another cup of jungle juice to you. You could already feel the buzz of the alcohol in your bloodstream. The concoction was stronger than expected.

“I can’t drink anymore.” You insist. “I don’t want to get too drunk.”

“Just get one of the sober monitors on duty to drive you back.” She pats you on the shoulder, pointing somewhere in the room. You barely register the touch, hanging onto her arm.

“Joshua!” She shouts, your ears ringing from the volume. The bass of the music was deep, drowning out her voice. Thankfully, the man in question turns to you. His facial features were oddly familiar but you couldn’t put a finger to it.

“Oh? It’s been a while.” Joshua smiles at you. You noted vaguely that he was holding a cup of water instead of the red solo cup filled with jungle juice. “We were in the same group last semester, weren’t we?”

Somehow, you were already on your third cup, and you could feel yourself swaying from the alcohol. You hadn’t even realise that your other classmate had already left to mingle around with the rest of the party-goers.

“Yes.” You weren’t sure about it, but it seemed plausible.

“Do you need me to drive you home?”

“Yes.” You said again, sounding very much like a broken record. “Please.”

“No worries.” He laughs again, ducking his head low to talk to you over the music. “Do you want to go now?”

You shake your head. You clearly weren’t drunk enough if thoughts about the blond-haired demon were still rattling around in your head. You hadn’t even noticed yourself metamorphosing his features into the guy before you.

“You sure?”

You nod again, brushing off his concerns. The alcohol seemed to only amplify your emotions about the demon. You needed to get some fresh air to think. Vaguely, you remember seeing a backyard as you came in.

On your way out, you threw away the rest of your drink before toddling off into the direction of the backyard. You were surprised to find out that you were the only occupant so far – the trees were finally in bloom after the long cold days and you could feel a mild breeze on your skin.

The night air punctuates the day and you inhale, your lungs filling with fresh air as you take your phone out of your pocket, noticing a notification on the screen.

[02:42AM] You have one missed call from Satan

The steady thrum of the music couldn’t drown out the sound of your heartbeat suddenly quickening. The cool air was a god-given gift against your flushed skin as you hovered over the call button.

The phone rang once, twice and then a voice answered.

“Human?”

You kept silent. (You wonder after all these months, were you still just a human to him?)

“Hello? Are you okay?”

“Um yes.”

“Why did you call me? I thought you were at the party?”

You hesitated, looking at your phone again to check that you hadn’t seen it wrong. You have been standing out in the backyard for a while and have sobered up considerably.

“Weren’t you the one who called me?”

“Ah right, I forgot you were out tonight. I was worried that you were out so late.”

“Worried?” You breathed out, fingers suddenly trembling. The temperature outside wasn’t even cold enough to warrant an outerwear, but you couldn’t stop your hands from shaking.

“Yeah.”

All you could hear was his breathing on the other side of the call.

“Can you pick me up?” You blurted out suddenly. “No, I mean. Never min-” You cut yourself off in a panic, crouching to let your head hang between your knees.

This was out of character for you. He must think you were insane, suddenly putting in a request to pick him up. None of the buses or trains were running at this time. The only way possible was if he teleported. You don’t even know if he even had the ability to teleport, let alone even use it to come and find you.

“Just ignore what I sai–”

“I’m here, " the voice echoed in front of you. You refused to lift your head to check your surroundings, refusing to let yourself be disappointed. Your grip on your phone grew tighter, and you vaguely sensed that your stomach was churning.

The shadow cast in front of you suddenly shifts and you recognise the hands gently tugging your phone down.

“I’m here.” He repeats again, tapping on the screen to hang up the call from your phone. You still had your head hung low, staring at the haphazardly worn shoes. It was a mismatched pair of a matching set you had bought on sale – the cat pair had been given to the demon, while you had the matching duck set. You had never worn yours out, leaving it near your cabinet but Satan had utilised his well.

He had worn one side of the cat slipper, and the duck slipper, which were a size too small.

You let out a laugh, your chest heaving up and down. Once, twice, and then you broke out into a full fit of giggles. Your breath quickened, each inhale sharp and shallow. Clutching at your abdomen, you forced yourself to breathe.

“Human.”

“Y-you can teleport?” Your voice came out squeaky, high-pitched as if the air had been knocked out of your windpipes. “Why did you come?”

The demon tilts his head, leaning in close with squinted eyes. “Are you drunk?” He lifts a hand to touch your forehead, hand cool against yours.

“You’re red.” He remarked.

You stiffly nod. The cold wind had helped your heated skin to calm down but it was of no use against Satan. You could feel the full force of the blush burning high on your cheekbones.

“You’re a lightweight.”

“I drank,” Your mind was telling you to lean into the demon’s touch but you staunchly made yourself lean away instead. “I think four cups.”

“Only four?”

“You think you can do better?” You scoffed, inhibitions low enough for you to start running your mouth. “You have noodle arms, you’ll probably pass out after the first cup.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“I’m just saying.”

“You’re on.”

The demon stands up, dusting off his pants and grabbing your hand to drag you into the house. “This way?” You stumble along, your eyes locking on the way his hand fits in yours. He leads you to the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of jungle juice – he didn’t let go of your hand, making what was originally a one-person job into two.

He hands you a cup, raising an eyebrow.

“Cheers.”

You muttered similarly, before throwing back the drink with a wince. You’ve never liked the taste of alcohol much, the liquid tasting like medicine and sliding down hot to your stomach. You hadn’t even realised you had squeezed your eyes shut.

“This is nothing,” Satan remarked, barking out a sharp laugh. “You get drunk off this? You’re so cute.” He laughs again, but you can see him sway, holding onto the edge of the counter to maintain his balance.

“That’s…” He trails off, blinking a few times at you. You didn’t know whether to be worried that the person you had called to pick you up was now drunk or find it amusing that he got drunk off one cup of alcohol.

“Bitter.” He finishes with a scrunched-up face.

You burst out into laughter, bending over at the waist to gasp for air. You tried to let go of his hand so that you could clutch at your abdomen but Satan refused, tightening his grip to the point where it was mildly painful.

“Are you actually drunk?” You ask, stifling your laughter with much effort. You couldn’t believe he was this much of a lightweight.

“I’m not, human. But no.”

He was starting to speak gibberish. This made you highly amused. You hadn’t seen Satan be this…openly vulnerable before. It was a far cry from the intimidating demon you first met in the winter.

“Human. Stop laughing.”

Satan reaches forward, presumably to grab you by the shoulder but overshot, knocking both your foreheads together – both of you tumbling to the ground under his weight, his hands flying behind your head to cushion your fall.

“Urgh, get off.” You tried to push the demon off you but he was persistent on doing his best impression of a slug, sprawling out over you and refusing to move an inch. You would normally be nervous at his close proximity if not for the fact that you are currently having difficulty breathing under his weight.

“Hey, woah–”

With as much effort as you can muster, you shifted into a better position and spotted Joshua standing in the doorway looking lost at your predicament.

“Please help.”

With his aid, you managed to fight coax Satan into the backseat of Joshua’s car. You were initially planning to sit up front with your classmate to give directions but the demon had refused to let go of your arm, forcing you to stay in the backseat with him.

(“Is he from our school?” Joshua glances briefly at the demon clinging to your arm with an mirthful smile. You can feel the embarrassment burning hot at the tip of your ear.

“Oh, he’s actually my roommate.”

“I’m a demon.” The demon beside you slurred, head knocking back into the seat. For the sake of your reputation, you sincerely prayed that he wouldn't throw up the contents in his stomach.

"Haha, he's been into roleplaying lately." You spun up a lie quickly with an awkward smile. Looking at Satan's peaceful expression, you wonder if you should give him a good smack and call it a day.)

Within minutes, you had arrived at your apartment and Joshua was already opening the car door to help you lift Satan up.

“Only want my human,” The demon’s eyes were half-lidded as he murmured under his breath, all while resisting Joshua’s help to bury his head deeper into your lap.

“You smell nice.”

As much as you wanted to read into this, you couldn’t help but be conscious of the third presence watching both of you. You dearly hope that your classmate couldn’t hear the demon’s drunk mutterings.

“Why does he, uh, call you human?”

Well, there goes your reputation.

“He’s going through his second puberty.” You lied, “Eighth grader syndrome, am I right?” You forced out another polite laugh, before jabbing your fingers into Satan’s side hard.

The demon jolts up with a bolt, covering his mouth as he winced. Joshua took this opportunity to wrestle him out of the car, taking one of his arms to throw over his shoulder as you stationed yourself on the opposite side to do the same.

“Thank you for your help.”

Both of you had managed to deposit Satan on the couch and were now catching your breath, winded from the exercise. Thankfully, the lift was working today and you didn’t need to lug the demon up the flight of stairs.

“Do you want a drink before you leave?” You offered, straightening up and determined to play your part as a good host. Although you didn't know Joshua that well, he seemed like a nice guy and you also wanted to make up for Satan's actions.

“Sur–”

“Me first, human.” A voice loudly interjected into your conversation from the sofa, “Hell’s Coke.” The demon demanded, arranging himself into an upright position. He looked clear-headed as if he hadn’t had a sip of alcohol despite how he was slumped over a minute ago.

“Uh–” Joshua started again.

“Human, I said I wanted a drink.”

You looked at Joshua apologetically, walking quickly into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water as you gently ushered him out to the hallway. Your patience was getting low and you no longer wanted him to witness any more of the demon’s tomfoolery.

“Wait!” As you prepared to close the door on him, Joshua paused to look at you expectantly – it felt as if you had withheld a toy from a puppy and they were now expecting you to play fetch. “Can I expect to see you around again?”

You paused, thinking through your answer before opening your mouth to reply–

“--No, bye.”

Satan had shut the door in his face.

“...”

The demon’s face was flushed again as he leaned against the door, one hand raised above your head. You tried to even your breathing, closing your eyes to meditate.

“Don’t you think you were being rude?”

“Was I? I’m sorry.”

His face showed no remorse, as he peered at your facial expression closely, his sea-green eyes much brighter than usual. You had the burning urge to shy away from his gaze but you insisted on keeping your grouchy expression.

“You don’t sound sorry.”

“He was trying to hit on you.”

You looked at him, trying to control your emotions that were threatening to spill over. You could feel your eyebrow twitching, and all you wanted to do now was take a long, hot bath and turn in for the night.

“He drove us home safely so the least you could do was to thank him. And why does it matter to you?” You spat out, feeling the words form awkwardly through your gritted teeth.

Satan had you backed against the door, forcing you to crane your neck just to look up at him. Your thoughts were in disarray; heart puzzled by the sudden affection from him. You wanted a clear explanation from him.

He stayed silent, brows thoughtfully knitted together.

Oh.

The silence gave you your answer. You are left with the residual realisation washing over and you are powerless in the face of it, unable to do anything but exhale deeply with a slow breath – you ducked under his arm to leave the suffocating situation.

“I think I was jealous.”

You swirled around, eyes wide. Your gaze glosses to the right, unable to meet his eyes. You thought you had heard him wrongly, but the demon stood there, looking as though he had made up his mind.

“You think?”

Had Satan, the Avatar of Wrath, just confessed to being jealous?

“No, I was jealous.” He corrected with a frown, folding his arms over his chest. “I wanted to cut open his throat for having the impudence to talk to you.”

You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry.

He took a step closer, face set in icy determination. Something about his demeanour reminded you of a predator and you were his prey, waiting to be devoured. Your ears ring a steady buzz, spiraling you into rapid confusion.

“I want my jealousy to be justified, MC.”

His words were no louder than a mere whisper but each syllabus tugged on your heartstrings as he grabbed at your forearm, pulling you in close to him. This was the first time Satan had ever addressed you by name, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be happy; disoriented at the conflicting feelings within you.

“I like you so much, I don’t even know what to say.”

I’ve never felt this greedy in my life before. Was I fated to meet you? I don’t know but the only thing I know is this,” He briefly looks at the clock hanging in the living room and clears his throat, “I want you to remember this moment, at 3 AM on the 20th of April, this is the time I have utterly fallen for you.”

Satan sits on the couch, a respectful distance away. You swear you could still feel his touch on you, a lingering sensation sizzling on your bare skin. His stare bores into you, reverberating through your body from your toes to the crown of your head.

You feel seen. Even now, the demon was giving in to you – you know it must be eating him up to wait but he was letting you take things at your pace.

“I’m confused.” You admit in a small voice, trying to gauge his expression. “I can’t stop thinking about the what-ifs.”

He waits for you to continue.

“No matter what, you’re a demon and I’m a human.” The mood took a sharp left turn at your words, hanging heavy in the air. “Will there ever be a happy ending for us?”

Satan calls your name, eyes gentle as he scoots nearer to you. “You won’t know if you don’t try.”

“But what if we try and it doesn’t work?”

“Then I’ll kill myself and find you in my next life.” He says simply.

The comment was so sudden that you let out a huff of laughter, wiping at the corner of your eyes in disbelief.

“Do demons even believe in reincarnation?”

“We don’t but I’ll make it work.”

“Do I get a say in this?”

“This is your only chance to say it now.” He stares at you with earnest eyes, grabbing your hand and holding it up to his face to nuzzle at you affectionately. “Are you willing to take the risk?”

“Okay.” You say, or at least that’s what you think you say, your voice suddenly distant over your rapid heartbeat and the room increasingly getting smaller. “Okay.” You blurted out again because up against a demon like Satan, what can one do except give their whole being?

Before you knew it, you were already climbing onto his lap, and with a gentle motion, you were kissing him – his lips part for you beautifully as you tilt your head gaining more access.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of his steady heartbeat mixed with yours, a delightful symphony to your ears. Deliriously, you wonder if you could crawl inside and make yourself home.

Cold.

The flitting freezing temperature dragged you back to the land of the living – the abnormal heat that the demon beside you was producing was not enough to starve off the chill of the night.

“Satan.” You garbled, words slurring together as the hands around your waist pulled you in closer. “Close the damn window, it’s so cold.”

“The window is closed.”

The unfamiliar voice should have been the first sign to inform you something was wrong. Unfortunately, you were frankly too worn out from the day’s event to care. Stretching, you turn your head to nuzzle into Satan’s bare chest.

“Satan, Avatar of Wrath.”

You feel the demon beside you tense.

“Lucifer, what are you doing here?”

The call of the name rings a bell in your head. Was this the older brother that Satan had mentioned to you before? You didn't have the best impression of him, especially after what the blond-haired demon had told you.

“This situation has gone on long enough.” Honestly, you were pretty astonished that the demon standing in the middle of your room was nonchalant enough to simply avert his eyes from Satan’s half-naked form.

“How long are you planning to act like a child? You’re even dragging humans into your mess.”

Yikes.

You lifted the blanket higher, making sure to cover your entire self as you blearily blinked the sleep away from your eyes. Once your vision focused, you could vaguely make out the silhouette of the demon – he was at least more decently dressed than the last one, though you wondered about the practicality behind the number of wings.

Somehow it seemed like breaking and entering into humans’ houses were part of the Devildom curriculum because this was already the third demon to enter your house without an invitation.

“Don’t talk to me like I am a child.” The demon behind you spat out all while gently rubbing his hands over yours in a comforting action. Slowly, he lifted the blanket up to get out of bed, stretching as he did so.

“I’ll stop when you stop behaving like one.”

You winced. The tension in the room seemed to thicken and the once sub-zero temperature had disappeared giving way to the rising heat from their words. You shuffled awkwardly under the blanket – maybe if you acted like everything was normal, the other demon in the room would ignore your presence.

Wrong.

“You’re MC, correct?”

“Yes.” You squeaked out, startled by the sudden spotlight on you.

“I apologise for my younger brother’s behaviour. Thank you for tolerating him for the past six months. He will be going back with me now.”

“Wai–”

“Who says I’m going back?” Satan interrupts you, hands placed protectively in front of you. The glint in his eyes darkened and you could tell this didn’t please the older demon one bit.

“Avatar of Wrath, what do you mean by that?”

“I said what I said. I’m not going back.”

You cringed at the use of the title. Even you knew that meant serious business. The inky smooth wings behind Lucifer fanned out, expanding to their full width, a beautiful yet menacing sight. You could practically use a knife to cut the tension in the room.

Oh no.

“Wait!” You shout desperately, yelping when red piercing eyes turn to look at you. The embedded jewel in the middle of his forehead catches a glint of moonlight from the window beside him, somehow making him look even more terrifying.

“Human, do not interrupt our–”

“Do not talk to my human like that–”

“Hey, I said wait!” You panicked, making a move to get off the bed when a flash of blond hair blocked your sight, a displeased frown on Satan's face as he pulled up the blanket higher to cover you. You had completely forgotten your state of undress in your alarm to deescalate the fight.

“Don’t move just yet. I’ll settle this with him, okay?” He spat out the syllabus, before reaching down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Satan.” You start, reaching out to hold his face. The demon nods, immediately squatting and attentive to your every word. You shake him from side to side, stroking the side of his face delicately. “I think you should go back too.”

“Wha–”

He look struck by your words, dismay written all over his face as clear as day.

“No.” You cut him off firmly before he could rebut back. “You promised Mammon, remember? Half a year had already passed, meaning we both had fulfilled our part.”

Satan still looked betrayed, his eyes round and wide. His lower lip trembled slightly and it was visible that he abhorred the very idea of leaving you.

“Listen, can’t you come to find me whenever you want anyways?” You huffed again, racking your brain for another solution to convince him.

“Or I can just make Solomon summon you every time I miss you. Distance isn’t that big of an issue for us right, honey?”

You knew you had chosen the right argument when a blush sits high on his cheek. You couldn’t believe it. Does he like the nickname? You take note of the information and store it at the back of your head.

He coughs, hiding his flush behind one hand as he turns around. Standing up, he turns to face Lucifer.

Huh. The more you know, you suppose.

“Okay, I’ll go back with you.”

The other demon, understandably looks disorientated at the change of heart. He blinked once, then twice as he shifted to a more intimidating stance. “Who said that I approved of your relationship?”

Maybe you shouldn’t have counted your chicken before it hatched. And was it just you? You get the feeling the demon named Lucifer seemed to be very overprotective over his siblings, somewhat like a mother hen. Or maybe this was a Devildom custom, demons needing their older siblings to approve of their relationship. However, with what you have witnessed so far, you get the idea that he was just the demon version of an overbearing tiger mum.

Before you could speak, a voice cut in. You couldn’t help but admire how the muscles on his back flexed as he spoke, “Isn't Lord Diavolo planning a human exchange program in the near future?"

Your demon cleared his throat before continuing, "I believe Lord Diavolo would be happy to find out that I am furthering relations with a human, or would you want to take this away from him?”

The red-eyed demon stays silent, his wings fluttering in agitation. For a long second, you held your breath waiting for a retort that never came.

“Fine,” Lucifer said, tone resembling that of a grumble. Though, you could tell that even he knew he had lost the battle of words. “I’ll report this back to Lord Diavolo first.”

“Though, I expect you to be back in the Devildom by sunrise. You have missed out far too much at RAD and I need you to be able to catch up with all of the work within a week.”

“Understood.”

Satan just nods. Your mouth hangs open, unhinged at the jaw. It was an unreasonable request that the older demon had put in but you couldn't bring yourself to feel too bad for your boyfriend (?) since it was a situation that he had created in the first place.

You couldn’t believe that worked.

Honestly, you were almost certain that a fight would have broken out. But somehow one way or another, your apartment lives to see another day.

Satan sits beside you on the bed, tugging you in for a hug. Tilting your head, you place a chaste kiss on his lip which the demon tries to further deepen. With a chuckle, you pull away, watching in delight as he chases after you.

After the whole fiasco, you only had one question on your mind.

“Are we together?” You ask, feeling your face go hot. Even if both of you had confessed your feelings earlier and you were fairly sure that both of you were on the same page, you still wanted verbal confirmation from him.

Satan interlocks your hands with him, humming playfully. You could feel his smile against your neck, as he nuzzled affectionately at you. “I’ll be yours if you will be mine.”

You wiggle away with a pout when he nibbles at the crook of your neck. Though you soon broke out into a smile, unable to stay mad at him for long.

“Guess we should get Solomon a gift for letting us meet, huh?”

“Probably.”

“And you’d still be failing Economics if I hadn’t tutored you.”

“Probably.”

"You know I'm surprised my landlord never found out I was housing another person here."

"Oh."

"Wait a minute, that 'oh' sounded suspicious."

"I didn't do anything bad, just that I may have made him think that the apartment was originally for two people."

"Satan!"

Maybe in some alternate reality out there, you would have been the human exchange student sent to the Devildom for cultural exchange. Or maybe in another reality, you may never even get the chance to meet him, after all, demons are as rare as a sunflower in a desert. But no matter what, you had him in your arms right now and that was all that mattered.

You guess one of the perks of being bad at Economics was getting to meet and fall in love with Satan, as sappy as that sounded. Which reminded you...

“Honey, I have my final exam coming up soon. Would you still tutor me?”

“Unfortunately, I don’t think I have much of a choice if I don’t want you to fail, love.”

a/n ▸ yippee! i wrote this piece over the expanse of a month and I am glad to finish this lol. i still have a lot of scenes that didn't make it to the main story but will be posting as a side story hehe, I hope you guys love this story as much as I did <3

#happy birthday satan!#satangwrites: the horrors of economics #satangwrites #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me swd #shall we date om #obey me x you #obey me x reader #obey me satan #satan #obey me satan x you #satan x you #satan x reader

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nevess · 1 year ago

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[ i love thee with a love that shall not die, till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old. ] - William Shakespeare

🌱… description: You and Anakin are stargazing and he can’t stop looking at your beautiful face.

🍵 … warnings: none, more Anakin fluff :p

🧳 … character/s: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

☕️ … word count: 760 words ; | date: October 3rd, 2023

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a/n: still just making anakin x reader fluff cuz tumblr needs it. :) Hope you enjoy it! <3 Disclaimer!!! i didn’t read it after finishing, so i apologize for any typos :p In other news, im looking for beta readerssss here's the post!

The moon hung low on the horizon, casting a silvery glow across the quiet hilltop. Anakin Skywalker and you had returned from your respective missions, weary from the battles and conflicts that seemed to define the Clone Wars. Tonight, you both sought solace in the serenity of the night sky.

Laying on a blanket beneath a tapestry of stars, you gazed up at the twinkling constellations, captivated by the beauty of the cosmos. The galaxy seemed vast and endless, a stark contrast to the turmoil you faced on a daily basis.

Anakin's eyes, however, weren't on the stars above; they were fixed on you. He watched you in awe, his heart swelling with a deep, unspoken love. Your profile was illuminated by the soft moonlight, casting a gentle glow on your features, and in that moment, you were the most beautiful thing in the universe to him.

Lost in his thoughts, he finally broke the silence, his voice soft and filled with admiration. "You know, Y/N, I've seen countless stars in my lifetime, but none shine as brightly as you do."

You turned your head to meet his gaze, your eyes locking with his intense blue ones. His words caught you off guard, and a gentle blush colored your cheeks. "Anakin," you replied, your voice tender, "you have a way of making every moment feel extraordinary."

He reached out and gently traced a finger along your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I can't help it," he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're the most incredible thing I've ever known."

Your heart swelled with emotion at his words, and you couldn't help but smile. Anakin's charm and intensity had always drawn you in, and tonight, beneath the starlit canvas of the galaxy, you felt a deep connection that transcended words.

As the night wore on, the two of you shared stories of your missions and the challenges you faced, finding solace in each other's understanding and support. Anakin's laughter echoed through the quiet hillside as he recounted a particularly amusing encounter with a droid army, and you couldn't help but join in.

The moments of levity were precious, a reminder that despite the weight of their responsibilities as Jedi and soldiers, you were still able to find joy in each other's company. Under the vast expanse of the night sky, it felt like the galaxy had granted you a brief respite from its turmoil.

As the hours passed, Anakin's gaze never wavered from you. He admired the way your eyes lit up with enthusiasm when you spoke about your passion for diplomacy and negotiation, and how your determination shone through when discussing your duties as a Jedi. To him, you were a beacon of hope and inspiration, a force of nature he couldn't resist and wasn’t going to.

At some point, you both lay down, side by side, your fingers intertwined as you continued to stargaze. The conversation gave way to comfortable silence, a shared appreciation for the quietude of the night.

Anakin broke the silence once more, his voice a soft whisper. "Y/N, I know we face so much uncertainty and danger every day, but the terrible agony im in when you are not near goes away as soon as my eyes see you. In the horrors of what we may or may not do in batter… when i’m with you anything is possible. I love you."

You turned to him, your eyes locking onto his, and the world seemed to fade away. You were mesmerized for his way with words, and how he would always know how to make you feel loved and appreciated. "Anakin," you replied as you look at him with all the love in the world, your voice filled with sincerity, "I love you too, more than words can express." You smiled as your thoughts gathered around one very specific… You can’t believe you are so lucky as to have him as a partner.

In that moment, beneath the starry tapestry of the universe, your love felt like a force of its own, unyielding and eternal. Together, you found strength, love, and hope under the stars, and for as long as you gazed upon them, you knew that no matter the challenges ahead, you would face them together.

© Nevess 2023. My original posts are not allowed to be edited, translated and/or re-uploaded on another account or platform without my permission, nevertheless, re-blogs are accepted and very appreciated.

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stellar-constellations · 1 year ago

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I think Yuri is still likeable for lot of fans but his story is still very lacking and the growing of his character didn’t shown as obvious much as other main character. And his angry behavior is easy to got hates and judges. Which is sad though because I believe when he’s getting softer and meet different people, we will see a different side of him. That’s why it’s very interesting to see his interaction to other character because most of the times we only see his comedy sides whenever he interact with the Forgers.

I’m do think for a request, I want to know some side story of Yuri and readers in daily life when they still in sss. I do like the details of the reader making brownies and Yuri enjoying it. I do think it will be cute if Yuri invited the reader to the flower store and met his mother grave and gave the brownie as a gratitude. ( or the brownies remind him of Yor or his mother cooking) As something that he wants to make a vow or a promised to taking care of his loved one. It’s will be heartwarming imo but if this is too out of your league ( and since we didn’t have much material of Briars past yet) then it’s okay if you could ignore my RQ.

I do read your updates btw I love it.

Fem! (Y/N) x Mean! Yuri Briar

This can be read with or without reading my Yuri Briar x Fem! Spy! Reader series: An Alliance (part 1)

Setting is BEFORE the reader rejoined WISE (so after she declared her resignation to Twilight).

(Y/N) as her own background in correlation to the Yuri Briar x Fem! Spy! Reader series for plot purposes!

Yuri is unnecessarily rude to (Y/N).

Baking is very important for (Y/N). You can take away many things in life; a person's home, their family, their friends, their confidence, their drive, but you can't take away tradition. Tradition is something that will always be passed down, from generation to generation, it can never truly die out, it will always remain in the world.

(Y/N) has certain values and traditions that cannot be swayed by anyone, not even the infamous Yuri Briar, a valued lieutenant in Ostania's State Security Service, can change that. Nobody can change (Y/N)'s love for cooking, for family, and for laughter.

The first time Yuri woke up without (Y/N) in his bed was a few months ago and he almost had a full blown meltdown. He quickly ran out of his bedroom, half-dressed with his arm stuck in his jacket, hopping on one foot as he tried to slide on his boots.

"Yuri?" a voice from the kitchen spoke, peeking their head out of the kitchen.

It's (Y/N)! Yuri smiled, glad she didn't escape. I didn't want to get fired by loosing her, or have to track her down and kill her in the streets at three a.m. when I could be sleeping.

"What are you doing?" Yuri hissed, holding his guard up high as he walked into the kitchen.

"Jesus, Yuri! You should've said something sooner! I would've stabbed you!" (Y/N) huffed.

Yuri's eyes traveled to her hands and his eyes widened.

"YOU WERE GONNA STAB ME?!" Yuri shouted.

"NO!" (Y/N) shouted back, placing the knife on the counter. "I thought you were an intruder! Like a Westalis spy finding out that I'm working with you or something like that!"

"Do you understand that if you stab someone in my apartment, I'll most likely be arrested too? I'm not helping you get away with murder." Yuri hissed.

"Boo-hoo." (Y/N) teased sarcastically, a frown on her face. "Just go back to bed."

"No! How do I know you're not planning on stabbing me while I sleep? Or trying to run away?" Yuri spoke, then paused as he smelt something drift in the air.

It was something sugary, something sweet, and something that smelt divine (not that Yuri would ever let her know).

"What are you doing? Are you trying to set ablaze the whole apartment complex?" Yuri questioned, moving past (Y/N) to the dessert in the oven as he crouched down, looking into the small window. "Was dinner not enough?" Yuri rudely sneered, causing (Y/N) to throw a wooden spoon at the back of his head. "HEY!"

"DON'T HEY ME! THE AUDACITY OF YOU!" she shouted, grabbing an oven mitt and throwing it at him.

At least that's softer... Yuri thought before sending (Y/N) a glare.

"I just wanted something sweet! You won't let me leave the apartment so I figured I'd make brownies since you have all the ingredients." (Y/N) sighed.

"Are they drugged? Are they laced with poison?" Yuri questioned, giving (Y/N) a suspecting glare.

"You're really insecure and sensitive, you know?" (Y/N) commented.

"I'M NOT!" Yuri shouted, his pride slightly ruined.

"You're also absolutely terrible with social cues! We have neighbors!" (Y/N) hissed.

"Like you weren't screaming a minute ago!" Yuri huffed.

"You called me fat!" (Y/N) claimed.

"Indirectly..." Yuri mumbled.

"It still held the same meaning!" (Y/N) spat out, before sighing, deciding not to entertain him any longer. "Whatever. Since you're up, be useful and do the dishes."

"You're the one baking at three A.M. You do it!" Yuri groaned.

"Yeah? Well, you're going to be eating some too!" (Y/N) replied, before allowing her composure to falter. "Please... do the dishes..?"

"Fine. What are you even doing up anyways?" Yuri sighed, walking to the sink.

The question made (Y/N) frown, a nasty glare shot Yuri's way.

"It doesn't matter why I'm up. It's not like you actually care anyways!" (Y/N) accused quit boldly (and rudely).

"You want me to be nice to you but you're so defensive." Yuri groaned, complaining as he rolled his eyes and turned on the sink faucet.

"I just couldn't sleep, alright? Just some nightmares..." (Y/N) mumbled.

I understand that... Yuri thought, his hardened angry red eyes softening to plush red, before he put the mask up once more. No! Don't get comfortable! She could be trying to use you for any information from the SSS! Or Yor!

"You still get nightmares? At your age?" Yuri smirked. "I thought Flower was supposed to protect you?"

"Ugh! See? You don't care!" (Y/N) huffed, crossing her arms as she adverted her eyes. "I don't know why I bother when I do!"

"No! I'm sorry, sorry!" Yuri spoke quickly, as if afraid she'll leave him. "I... understand. I woke up too because of a nightmare..." he admitted, swallowing his pride.

"What was it about?" (Y/N) questioned, scooting closer to Yuri as he started to wash her dirty cookware.

"You don't nee-" Yuri paused, remembering her words from just a few seconds ago. "Ah..." he grumbled, then took a breath. "I lost my parents too. My mother's affected me the most. Yor looks so much like her, you know..." Yuri took another breath. "Just miss 'em."

"I understand. My brothers were always at each others throats, including mine. We fought all the time. It's crazy that despite living in the exact same situation, we had completely different views on the world." (Y/N) smiled, reminiscing the past. "My younger brother was so brave and careless, he never let anyone boss him around, so he got in a lot of fights with my dad and authority. My youngest brother was cold one second, then lovey dovey the next. He had some learning problems, but he really just wanted someone to be proud of him..." (Y/N) paused, thinking of her next words.

"I had an older sister too, and an older brother. My older brother was really cold, very distant and all. He was kind of like you, believed everyone was out to get him; he wanted to be independent and be his own person." (Y/N) giggled as Yuri paused from washing the dishes to instead watching her smile. "And Yor? God, she reminds me so much of my older sister. My older sister was always looking out for us younger ones, and she was so kind too. I really miss my dad too, he really helped me with who I am today." (Y/N) paused, realizing she was rambling. "What about you, Yuri?" she questioned, turning her gaze to Yuri, surprised to see he was already looking at her.

"Oh! Uh..." Yuri gasped, adverting his eyes as he got back to washing the dishes. "I miss my mom... She would make me and Yor this southern stew and it tasted really good, unfortunately, I don't know how to make it." Yuri sighed.

"Does Yor know?" (Y/N) questioned.

"Well, she's trying to replicate it. I love Yor's cooking, but... her stew doesn't quite taste like our mom's." Yuri spoke, cracking a smile. "She's buried here in Ostania, in fact, I should go see her sometime. That'd be nice..." Yuri trailed off, getting lost in his own past before he remembered (Y/N) was present and redirected his attention back to her. "So... what about your mom? I just, never heard you mention her, at all."

"I don't know much about her." (Y/N) confessed. "She stayed in (birth country) when my dad moved to Westalis for his job. She cheated on my dad and left all of us."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Yuri spoke on reflex, but he couldn't help but feel a tinge of pity.

"Don't be. She never stuck to a mother role even when she was apart of my life. When she left, my dad and I had to start caring for our family. My older siblings weren't reliable with jobs; she had a neurological problem and my older brother was still defying against authority, teenage angst and all. I couldn't have my six and five-year-old brothers working with me, they were still exploring the world and worrying about what game to play next. I forced myself to grow up early since I knew my dad needed help, so I took up that job at the bakery. In fact, that's how I know this brownie recipe!" (Y/N) smiled.

"Huh..." Yuri muttered, thinking to himself.

Even before the war, (Y/N) still had a lot to deal with in her life. When was the last time she really had a break? Yuri thought to himself. Whatever. I shouldn't be caring about that! Everyone goes through some hardships secretly, she's no different!

"Hey, Yuri..." (Y/N) started, pausing to think.

I want to ask him about his dad, but he hasn't said anything about it (and unlike him, I understand my words can affect people)... (Y/N) thought to herself.

"Yeah?" Yuri hummed.

"...Uh, you think we can skip work Friday? We've just been working soooo much, it's getting boring." she questioned, immediately coming up with an excuse to replace her real question as she smiled stupidly.

"Don't be ridiculous." Yuri huffed. "We have a job together now, I'm not going to allow you to run back to WISE!"

"Hey! I told you in the contract that I'll work with you guys, sheesh! Besides, I was able to get a resignation message across to them." (Y/N) sighed.

"When? Where? With who? When was this?" Yuri questioned immediately, slamming his hands against the counter.

"Don't worry! Now back to the dishes with you!" (Y/N) huffed, changing the subject.

"Fine..." Yuri grumbled. "You know, what's with you doing all the cooking? You're aware I can help out too?" Yuri questioned.

You're raised by Yor, and I heard from Twilight that her cooking isn't quite edible... (Y/N) thought to herself, avoiding to give him that reasoning as he'd probably throw a knife at her for saying that.

"You can only take so many things from me, but you can't ever take away what I've learned from my da. Cooking reminds me of my home. Whenever me and my dad had the time, we'd make meals together for the family." (Y/N) explained. "I may have a bad memory, but the day I let go of my family's legacy is the day I die."

"You're so human that it's a little weird..." Yuri mumbled.

"That's because I am human!" (Y/N) exclaimed. "You act like I'm a monster or something." (Y/N) sighed, a little disheartened.

"Westalis sp-"

"Shut it!" (Y/N) growled, cutting Yuri off. "The rare occasion we actually have a decent conversation, you go ahead and ruin it!" she exclaimed, checking the brownies before grabbing a mitt, removing them from the oven and onto the counter with a towel under the pan, then turned the oven off. "I'm not in the mood for sweets anymore; I'm going to bed." (Y/N) huffed, walking out of the kitchen and turning the corner, disappearing from Yuri's sight.

Yuri stood in the kitchen alone, thinking of the events prior to her leaving.

Maybe I was a little mean... Yuri admitted to himself. It doesn't matter. It never said in the contract that I had to be nice to her.

It might've not said it in the contract, but Yuri's aware of what little human decency he has towards anyone but Yor, he's aware he's a little too harsh on the poor girl. He knows if he ever acted like how he treats (Y/N) to Yor, he'd cut his own tongue off (after telling Yor over and over about how sorry he is).

In truth, he really doesn't know how to act with someone who isn't his sister, much less a girl, much much less his once-enemy (since she does work with him now).

Yuri didn't have friends growing up, he was too focused on his studies so he can change the world into something better for Yor, so he's never really had the social interaction he should have. Even in school when he had to work with others in groups, he would take the task on by himself because he believed they'd get in his way.

Yuri also doesn't have much luck with girls too. Sure, he's attractive and it helps bring in potential suitors, but he's too obsessive over his sister which usually steers girls off (that, or he's convinced they're a spy [which is technically true in this case] trying to get information from him because why would someone say "hi" to him without wanting to betray their country? [Yuri really needs to get a grip]).

Yuri finished washing the dishes that (Y/N) requested from him and stared at the pan of brownies, deep in thought.

She did say they weren't poisoned... so... I guess I can try just one? Otherwise this'll all go to waste! Besides, she did say I was going to eat them too, so she had it in mind that we're sharing. Yuri thought, convincing himself of why he should give into the ex-spy's cooking.

He cut a brownie out of the pan and was surprised by the chocolatey delicacy. It had extra chocolate chips in it and it was a perfect mix of fudge and cake. He took another one to eat, then another, and another after that one. He was halfway through the pan before he realized and stopped himself, remembering her words.

("...Cooking reminds me of my home")

("I'm not in the mood for sweets anymore, I'm going to bed.")

She made these for herself, but she did have the intent of sharing them with him, so he supposes he can leave some for her.

He covered the leftover brownies with aluminum foil and placed the pan to the side, turning off the lights and walking back to his own room, already seeing (Y/N) in his bed and sleeping.

"Oi, wake up." Yuri spoke, shaking her shoulders.

She groaned and ignored him, causing him to get a little frustrated and shake her awake a bit harsher.

"Wake up!" Yuri hissed.

"What?" (Y/N) huffed, annoyed she got woken up. "You know how much sleep I need and today's our day off so I wanna sleep in!"

"I'm sorry..." Yuri muttered.

(Y/N) looked up at him, a little confused as she sat up from the bed.

"Sorry...? For what?" (Y/N) questioned.

"For being rude... and I guess for waking you up..." Yuri huffed.

"You guess...?" (Y/N) deadpanned.

"Don't expect so much from me!" Yuri exclaimed.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not." (Y/N) smiled.

"HEY!" Yuri screamed. "You can never take anything seriously!" Yuri grumbled.

"I'm messing with you, Yuri. Hop in." (Y/N) giggled, grabbing his arm and pulling him under the covers with her.

"H-hey! Let go of me!" Yuri shouted, a dark blush on his face as he was shoved in her cleavage.

"To be honest. I've never heard someone apologize to me before—it's very gratifying." (Y/N) admitted.

"You're so full of yourself. AND LET GO OF ME!" Yuri screamed.

"You're such a tsundere..." (Y/N) sighed, obliging as she unwrapped her arms from him.

They got comfortable together in the sheets as Yuri closed his eyes, feeling himself slip off.

"Yuri, earlier you said I never take anything seriously." (Y/N) spoke up.

"And?" Yuri questioned, his eyes still closed.

"That's not true." (Y/N) confirmed.

"...And...?" he questioned.

"You should be less serious, have some fun. Trust me, it makes life a lot better." (Y/N) smiled. "They say laughter heals a broken heart, and judging by your personality, you could use a good laugh."

"Your face is enough for me." Yuri muttered.

"Aw th— hey!" (Y/N) exclaimed.

Yuri let out a small chuckle, one that brought a grin on (Y/N)'s face.

"See? Just like that? You should do it more often..." (Y/N) muttered, her voice a little softer and more sultry than usual.

"Shut up and go to bed..." Yuri huffed, ignoring the blush growing on his face. "Tomorrow, I'll take you somewhere."

"Ooo, like a date?" (Y/N) teased.

"NO! AND I SAID SHUT UP!" Yuri screamed.

It was (Y/N)'s turn to wake up alone, confused on the whereabouts of her fake husband.

"Yuri?" she called out, hopping out of bed and walking out of the bedroom.

"Kitchen!" Yuri answered.

(Y/N) walked into the kitchen and noticed the aluminum foil on the pan. She shot Yuri a curious glance who immediately avoided her eyes. She lifted the foil from the pan and saw half the pan gone, now understanding Yuri's guilty expression.

"Damn it! Should've done a larger dose..." (Y/N) muttered.

"W-what?" Yuri questioned.

I don't remember it tasting funny? Unless the divine taste was poison?! Yuri thought, alarms going off in his head.

"Kidding, kidding!" (Y/N) smiled, then loud out a laugh as she recovered the pan. "I saw an opportunity."

"Ha ha..." Yuri grumbled sarcastically.

"You like 'em?" (Y/N) questioned.

"...Yeah..." Yuri muttered, crossing his arms as his face heated up. "Hurry up and get dressed."

"Where exactly are we going?" (Y/N) questioned.

"You'll see." Yuri dragged on.

"Fine..." (Y/N) sighed.

(Y/N) walked to their shared bedroom, grabbing a pair of clothes and changing into them real quick as Yuri waited for her in the living room.

"Are we visiting Yor?" (Y/N) asked, fixing the sleeves on her shirt.

"Close." Yuri replied, causing a delightful smile on her face.

"We're visiting your mother!" (Y/N) beamed, then ran into the kitchen.

She grabbed the pan from the counter, returning to Yuri.

"What's that for?" Yuri questioned.

"It's normal to bring offerings to the dead, yeah?" (Y/N) smiled.

"I guess..." Yuri muttered, then grabbed (Y/N)'s arm. "Let's go."

"You can hold my hand instead of my arm, unless I'm courting you? That's cool too." (Y/N) teased.

"It's so you don't run away." Yuri reaffirmed quickly, quick to assure (Y/N) wouldn't get the wrong idea as he unlocked the front door and walked out with (Y/N), closing and locking the door behind him.

"We're supposed to be a couple, remember?" (Y/N) smiled, shaking Yuri's grip from her forearm and instead holding his hand.

"If that's the case, let me hold that." Yuri sighed, grabbing the pan from the hand that wasn't in (Y/N)'s grip.

"I'm glad to know chivalry isn't dead." (Y/N) teased.

"Don't start it." Yuri warned.

Yuri drove to a flower shop, making a quick stop and getting a bouquet of forget-me-nots, having them wrapped in a red ribbon. They re-entered the car as Yuri handed (Y/N) the bouquet, driving to a place unknown for (Y/N).

"It's really cute you got forget-me-nots." (Y/N) commented.

"They were my mother's favorite." Yuri replied, crouching down to the polished gravestone as he held out his hand, signaling for her to give him the flowers.

(Y/N) obliged immediately, handing him his flowers as she patiently waited for him to finish his internal conversation with his mother from beyond the grave. It must've been a good twenty minutes of watching Yuri silently mourn before he finally stood up from the dirt, clearing his throat.

"Ready?" Yuri questioned.

"Can I talk to her?" she questioned.

"Talk? I mean... I guess? She won't say much though." Yuri smiled.

"Starting to take to my humor. Huh, pretty boy?" (Y/N) laughed as Yuri shook his head, a blush on his face. "Wanna wait in the car? Or somewhere where you can see me? I wanna have a private conversation with her."

"I guess I can. No running off though." Yuri spoke sternly.

"Yes, sir." (Y/N) saluted playfully, smiling as Yuri walked back into his car, climbing in and shutting the door as he watched her through the window.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Briar. Would you look at that, we have the same title! Well... kind of. It's not official or anything." (Y/N) smiled, kneeling down to the dirt and talking as if she was really present. "I have a gift for you. They're brownies. Yuri ate some, but I hope you enjoy the rest." She spoke, placing the covered pan in front of the grave next to the flower bouquet. "My name is (Y/N) (L/N), my real name that is. In case you're wondering, I'm from Westalis. I do hope it doesn't bring any ill intent or memories to you, I'm not quite sure how you died, but I feel the war might be apart of it. Is that why Yuri dislikes Westalis so much...?" (Y/N) trailed off, before regaining her thoughts.

"You have two very beautiful kids, inside and out. Yuri is very entertaining, and Yor is very sweet. I may not be Yuri's official wife, but I really think I'll stick around for some time, or at least until Yuri gets sick of me, which is probably soon." (Y/N) chuckled. "I know we just met, and this is definitely out of the blue, but... I'm starting to warm up here in Ostania. I promise I'll look after Yuri for you. I can tell he's had it rough; I see myself in him, stubborn and determined."

"I'm not good with goodbyes, but I don't think that's necessary anyways. You're very important to Yuri, so you're important to me now; sorry, you can't change my mind on that part." (Y/N) smiled. "Yuri's waiting for me. He doesn't trust me at the moment, but I'm making progress. I'll make sure to visit you again, Mrs. Briar. We're in-laws now, so take care of yourself."

(Y/N) stood up from the dirt, swiping the dirt and grass off her feet as she bowed, showing her respects to Yuri's mother before running back and joining Yuri.

"You have a nice conversation?" Yuri questioned, starting up the car.

"She told me to tell you that I'm her favorite girl you've ever brought to meet her." (Y/N) joked.

"You're the first one." Yuri deadpanned.

"It's a joke." (Y/N) explained. "But, in actuality. I bet she was really lovely. I mean, she's a good listener, that's for sure."

"Whatever." Yuri smiled, resisting the urge to laugh. "Let's go home. Find a movie to watch or something. We still have the day off."

It's a learning process for the both of them, to learn how to share a space and cooperate with each other. (Y/N) was raised to deceive and kill, Yuri was raised to follow his heart's content (even if his life goal is a bit... peculiar). It's a lot of work to be around someone when you've been alone for most of your life.

(Y/N) didn't have a family to return to, a friend to tell secrets to and for them to stay alive long enough to keep, a crush to confess to. She had to become everything she wanted; her family, her home, her best friend, and her number one supporter. Yuri didn't have a mother or father to greet once he's come home from school. It also didn't help his sister was working a lot to help support him. He was never greeted home with a warm home cooked meal from mother and a football session afterwards. He didn't have time for things a normal boy would do; get into trouble with his friends, ask a girl out, or even play childish games such as "tag". Now that they have each other, they can be each other's friends, family, perhaps over time, even lovers. Even though they've both been hurt by their afflictions to either the West or East, they can still learn to care and love each other.

After all, as the saying goes, only time can heal a broken heart.

BONUS! (Daily life + headcannons!):

This is intended for the Yuri Briar x Fem! Spy! (Y/N) series and there are SPOILERS for the story down below! Click here to read the first chapter: Part 1.

(Y/N) and Yuri wake up at 5 A.M., a good ten minutes is spent of Yuri fighting (Y/N) out of bed.

It's become a habit for (Y/N) to make them both coffee while Yuri reads the daily newspaper.

Depending on how much work they had the previous day and how they feel, they either make breakfast together or go out to eat at a nearby breakfast club.

(Y/N) and Yuri either drive to work or take the bus, it really depends on how Yuri is feeling (did Yuri drink last night or no?)

Yuri refuses for (Y/N) to drive since he's convinced she'll try and drive them off a bridge.

Yuri once had to take (Y/N) to the clinic to get her flu shot and was awestruck at how scared she was of needles ([Y/N] cried before they even stuck a needle into her).

(Y/N) is afraid of needles because of how many she had to see during her time in the Westalis military. Needles usually didn't mean good things. Since there were many injuries in the war and not many supplies or technology, some nurses and doctors had to bullshit their way through things. She saw someone have a bad reaction to one of the needles and it traumatized her since then.

Yuri holds her hand when she gets shots (she almost broke his hand from holding it so tight, but Yuri sucked it up [despite having a terrible pain tolerance] and didn't let her see in case she got worried for him).

Flower ([Y/N]'s stuffed bunny) was retrieved in the rubble of (Y/N)'s childhood house by Hujo and given back to her at the military shelter. Flower was a toy her father had given her once and it's only the only physical thing she has of her childhood home.

(Y/N) has a short temper but tries her best to hide it (especially since she lives with Yuri now, everyday is a patience test).

(Y/N) sleep-talks (Yuri figured that out the hard way).

(Y/N) and Yuri once watched a horror movie together in a drive-in theater. That same night, (Y/N) muttered phrases the demons said in the movies, Yuri was convinced (Y/N) somehow got possessed and hit her awake with a pillow (he did not apologize after [Y/N] explained that she sleep-talks).

(Y/N) adores Anya and spoils her. (Y/N) doesn't believe she'll find real love in the future, so she doesn't believe she'll have kids (either she won't find someone, or she'll die from the SSS or WISE). Because of this, (Y/N) treats Anya like her own daughter and spoils her with peanuts (Anya likes [Y/N] more because of this).

Yuri once had a two-hour study session teaching (Y/N) and Anya basic algebra (the girls both ended up falling asleep as Yuri quietly muttered to himself about how hopeless they are).

When Yuri got shot during their mission saving one of the Eden Academy buses, (Y/N) refused to leave Yuri's side during the whole healing process.

When (Y/N) feels guilty of deceiving Yuri (go to part 8 to understand why), she cooks a lot for him. Her father once told her that food is a way to a man's heart and she fully believes that.

(Y/N) once ran into one of the WISE agents with Yuri in public, but the agent didn't know Yuri was apart of the SSS! The agent tried to talk to (Y/N) but got punched in the face by (Y/N) who claimed he was a pervert (it was that or being executed).

Yuri keeps a close eye on (Y/N) in public, not only so he can make sure he doesn't try and run away, but also so (Y/N) doesn't get injured since she's very clumsy (he lost count with how many times he watched her trip over air or walk straight into still poles). He walks on the side with traffic so she doesn't accidentally walk into ongoing traffic.

Yuri falls asleep really easy since he's tired from his job, but he'll secretly wait until (Y/N) sleeps so that he knows she's not getting up to any mischief (is what he says, in actuality, he enjoys spending his time with (Y/N).

The teddy bear (Y/N) gave Yuri in part 9 is now (Y/N)'s pillow (even though it was meant for Yuri). Yuri gets very jealous of it; he can deal with the small stuffed-rabbit, but the huge teddy bear taking up his bed is very annoying since (Y/N) will subconsciously hold it in her sleep instead of Yuri.

I hoped you enjoyed this fanfic and thank you for your requests and support! Feel free to ask for anything else or any other characters from my masterlist! This applies to everyone reading, follower or not!

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just-here-with-my-thoughts · 3 months ago

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"Hold Still" / "Yeah, kid, we're fine"

@summer-of-bad-batch prompts week 9 & week 11 Plus bonus prompt from the original voting form (mods have confirmed that this one sadly didn't make the cut but I loved it and have been desperate to use it anyway) "I'm drinking a smoothie on this pristine beach. Unless someone is dying, leave me alone."

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Mayday, Hexx, Veetch, Echo, Mox, Stak, Deke, Jax, Eva, Sami Set after season 3 when everyone is living happily on Pabu and clearly the Outpost boys didn't die and were just held captive on Tantiss and rescued along with the rest of the clone prisoners there Word Count: ~2945 Read Here on AO3

Synopsis: Mayday is relaxing on a pristine beach with a smoothie, and doesn't want to be bothered. But the beach is never free of drama.

Content Warning: near-drowning, CPR, vomiting

Author's Note: Threw the rulebook out the window with this one. No main POV character, it keeps switching, just a sweet happy story of the Outpost boys relaxing on the beach because they deserve some fun after, y'know, what I put them through in Welcome to the Outpost. @royallykt Veetch playing in the waves as promised :) <3

Veetch stood at the edge of the surf, foaming ocean waves tickling between his toes as he sank marginally into the wet sand. He shielded his eyes against the glare of sunlight on water – so alike and so different from the glare of sun on snow – and watched the swell of an incoming wave build and rise as it approached.

“You ready?” he grinned, tilting his head casually to the younger clone cadet stood by his side.

“I was made ready,” was Mox’s reply, the playful scorn in his voice belied by his wide smile. His damp hair, growing shaggy with the long, easy days on Pabu, was held back by a bandana. Veetch’s own curls were close-cropped, and ran rivulets of water down his spine.

A silent signal passed between them and the two clones broke towards the swelling wave in a run, splashing ungainly through the shallows.

Veetch reached it first, throwing himself headlong into a somersault to dive over the breaking wave and into the deeper water beyond. Mox wasn’t far behind, his own flip sending up a plume of spray as he hit the surf.

They staggered back to the beach, laughing, Veetch with one hand on Mox’s shoulder whilst the younger clone dashed water from his eyes.

“No kriffing way you jumped higher than me, no way!” Veetch was howling, tears of laughter joining the saltwater glaze on his skin.

He yelped in dismay as a stinging missile of wet sand slapped him in the chest.

“Language,” Deke warned with a grin from where he crouched just beyond the reach of the waves, shaking clinging damp sand from his hand. “There’s children present.”

Veetch made a show of rolling his eyes, but glanced apologetically at the cluster of Pabu children who had been watching the clones compete at somersaulting into the water. His sheepish but exaggerated facial expressions drew a laugh from them, and Mox merely clapped him on the back and grinned, knowing it would make his rival even more incorrigible.

From his position reclining on a lounger higher up the beach, Hexx raised his sunglasses to peer at the commotion down at the water’s edge.

“Think you ought to go down there and remind him not to go too hard on those lads?” he asked casually, leaning across towards Mayday.

On the neighbouring sun-lounger, the Commander’s expression was unreadable behind oversized sun-shades, a large straw hat pulled down low over his brow whilst he basked in the sun. His left arm hung lazily over the edge of the bed, a large glass filled with tropical juice in hand, the brightly coloured umbrella in the drink gaily winking in the sun.

“I’m drinking a smoothie on this pristine beach,” he said slowly, enunciating each word clearly from beneath the shade of his hat. “Unless someone is dying, leave me alone.”

Hexx chuckled and levered himself up from the sun lounger, grimacing a little at the ache in his bones that no amount of rest seemed to dispel. He set his bare feet in the sand, wriggling his toes, then pushed up and sauntered down the beach towards where the young clones played in the waves.

“Veetch,” he called as the younger surfaced from the water again, shaking droplets from his skin as he tried to clear one ear of water. “Why not switch to a game they can all enjoy?”

He nodded clearly towards the smaller children, some of them forbidden by parents from charging into the waves with such abandon. The muscular clone teenagers and Veetch might have the strength to withstand the tides, but the smaller ones didn’t.

With an affable grin Veetch waded from the water, wringing out his shorts, and immediately moved to the cluster of small children. A couple of gasps of excitement met his approach – they were all used to seeing clones around the island by now, with so many recuperating there after being liberated from Tantiss, but few of them had much to say to the children and even fewer would consider playing with them.

“Alright!” he said, crouching down to bounce on his heels, spreading his arms wide in a gesture that encompassed the small crowd of waiting youngsters. “What are we playing then?”

Smiling as the clone cadets quickly joined Veetch with the smaller kids, Hexx made his way back up the beach to slump on his own lounger at Mayday’s side, poking his best friend in the ribs.

“You should watch this. Veetch is a natural leader. Look at him organising those kids for a game.”

Mayday swatted his hand away, then brought his drink up to his lips and sipped slowly.

Hexx continued with a wide grin. “Wonder where he learned that.”

Humming a non-committal noise, Mayday deigned to shuffle up the lounger and nudge the brim of his sunhat up, surveying the scene on the sand. “What’re they playing now?”

“Looks like Team Tag,” said Hexx approvingly. “Makes it fair, by tethering the older boys and Veetch to the little ones.”

Indeed, further along the beach, on the dry sand now, Veetch was holding hands ever so carefully with a youngster who barely stood as high as his hip. The other clone boys, Mox, Stak and Deke, had been living on Pabu for longer know, and knew all the children by name.

They seemed relaxed and at ease as the game started up, one pair nominated as ‘it’ and in charge of racing after and catching the others. When they were ‘tagged’ the new pair would tear after the others – although ‘tearing’ was subjective, speed limited by the leg length of the shorter.

When Veetch got tagged he simply swept his small team-mate up into his arms, charging along the beach at full tilt with the youngster laughing raucously in his grasp. Cries of delight and dismay echoed from the others, the clone boys complaining the loudest.

“That’s cheating!”

“No fair, Veetch!”

The game of tag quickly devolved into a brawl on the sand, the clones and the younger children dogpiling Veetch and pinning him down. The clone thrashed in the sand, every movement exaggerated, howling with laughter as the teenaged cadets held him in place whilst the Pabu kids began to bury his legs.

From his position watching from the sun lounger, Hexx snorted a laugh. “So much for that game.”

Mayday only smiled behind his beard, and took another sip of his smoothie.

A shadow fell over their encampment, and both clones looked up to see a pale-skinned clone with cybernetic enhancements opening a beach umbrella so that it shaded their position. He looked down with a smile, honey-gold eyes sparkling above prominent cheekbones.

“Commander… Sargeant. Hope you don’t mind me robbing you of a bit of your sun. All the lotion in the world doesn’t stop me burning in this heat.”

Both clones nodded their acquiescence, and Mayday added, “It’s just Mayday and Hexx, now.” He twisted in his seat, taking the sunglasses off and perching them on the brim of his hat. “You must be the ARC Trooper.”

Hexx rolled his eyes and punched him in the shoulder. “’The ARC Trooper’… That’s Echo, the Hero of Anaxes that you’re talking to!” He stood and offered a hand, which Echo clasped firmly. “I had batchmates who made it out of that conflict alive because of you. It’s an honour.”

Echo’s smile twisted with an ache of grief, but he gave Hexx’s hand a brief squeeze before releasing it. Hexx sat sideways, and Echo perched on the end of the sun lounger.

“About that. We’ve got many more brothers who we’re hoping to get alive out of the Empire’s testing facilities. I hear you might be up for the fight?”

Mayday nodded slowly, rubbing one hand through his beard. “Crosshair talked to you?”

“Yeah. Said you’d be a great asset.”

Flicking his gaze to Hexx, Mayday grunted a laugh. “Didn’t realise we’d made such an impression on the lad.”

“Well, you did,” said Echo matter of factly, then added, “and it takes a lot to impress Crosshair. Especially as a reg.” He chuckled at some private thought, and gestured with his scomp. “I’m not asking you to come with me right this minute. Was just going to give you my com code, so when you’re recovered enough, you can get in touch.”

Hexx pulled out his com, handing it to Echo, who programmed in the details.

“Crosshair said there were three of you?” the cyborg clone asked, glancing up to seek the third.

With a snort of laughter, Hexx gestured along the beach. “You can take Veetch now. Might burn off some of his energy.” He gave an exaggerated, wistful sigh. “Oh, to be that young again.”

Veetch had freed himself from his sandy entombment and was back at the water’s edge, washing the prickly stuff off his skin.

All of a sudden a cry of alarm went up from further along the beach – a child’s voice, high and panicked. Immediately all three clones were on alert, Mayday almost dropping his smoothie in his haste to stand.

“Jax! Jax fell in the water!”

Mayday squinted to see where a pair of small children were climbing on the rocks. It seemed to be two girls, one rosy-skinned, one blue. They were gazing at the water, urgently clinging to each other.

Without needing to speak, the clones burst into action, sunbeds and parasols forgotten as they raced towards the rocks.

Veetch was closer, and had heard the same cry, responding in the same way. He reached them first, immediately splashing into the water and beginning to swim out with strong, sure strokes.

When they reached the two girls Echo reached out to them, carefully helping them down from the slippery rocks. “What happened?” he asked, crouching down to their height. He seemed familiar with them, and Mayday and Hexx hung back a little to watch. “Eva? Sami? Can you tell me?”

“A big wave came,” said the blue-skinned Pantoran girl, her voice small and frightened. “It pulled Jax off the rocks.”

By now the clone cadets had caught up, along with the other Pabu children, and both girls shrank back, clinging to each other. Echo glanced at Mayday and gestured for them to give them some space, so he turned with his arms spread and waved the others back.

“Okay, back up a bit,” Mayday said, glancing around the Pabu kids. “Who knows where these kids’ parents are?”

“They don’t have any,” said a boy in a small voice. “They came from Tantiss, like you.”

Mayday paused, startled. He glanced back at Echo with the girls, then out to sea just in time to see Veetch take a deep breath and dive under the water.

Kicking down beneath the waves, feeling the strong current snatch at him this far out, Veetch just barely spotted the green-skinned boy as he sank, dragged down by the weight of waterlogged clothes. He surfaced, took another breath, then dived again strongly, kicking hard to reach the boy. Locking his arms tightly round his waist, he reversed his kicks and fought to bring them back to the surface.

Breaching the surface of the waves, clone trooper and Mirialan boy both gasped in a lungful of air. The boy was coughing and spluttering, but still found the energy to fight his rescuer, flailing wildly against Veetch’s grasp.

“Hey, kid! Hold still!” warned Veetch, then yelped as a bony elbow cracked against his face. Pain lanced through his senses as his nose gushed blood, and for a moment his grip slackened in shock and the boy slid under the water again.

Mox had reached him now, treading water as he helped Veetch pull the youngster up again. Another submersion, and another lungful of swallowed water, had sent the fight out of the boy and now he lolled listlessly in Veetch’s grasp.

Veetch gestured that he was fine, even as blood streamed down his chin and neck, and rolled onto to his back to fight against the current and haul the boy back to shore.

As soon as they reached the shallows and Mox’s feet touched the sandy floor, he grabbed Jax from the older clone and ran up the sand, clear of the waves. Mayday met him and helped guide the unconscious Mirialan down to the sand, assessing the situation in a moment before dropping to his knees and tilting the boy’s head back, breathing life into his water-filled lungs.

“C’mon, lad, wake up for me,” he murmured as his hands pressed on the small chest, pumping a regular rhythm. Hexx was knelt on the other side, ready to take over.

With a start the boy convulsed and choked up a gout of water, gasping against his suddenly clear airway. With a hand on his shoulder Mayday helped him roll to his side, letting him vomit up the swallowed seawater onto the sand.

A sigh of relief and a ragged cheer rippled through the anxiously watching crowd. Veetch was out of the water now, coming up to join his squad-mates with fingers pinched to the bridge of his broken nose.

Rolling to his hands and knees, Jax shakily staggered to his feet. When Mayday held out a hand to steady him, he dashed it away.

“Stay away from me, clone!”

The former commander recoiled in surprise, glancing at the others. Jax stumbled back from him nervously, into the waiting arms of the girls he had been with on the rocks.

He didn’t seem to mind Echo’s presence.

“Woah, you’re okay,” soothed Echo, catching hold of the boy’s shoulder and kneeling at his level. “Eva, Sami, do you know where Emerie is?”

“She took Baryn for a nap,” said Eva, the Iktotchi girl, pointing back up towards the houses of Lower Pabu.

Echo looked at Stak and Deke. “Can you find her for me?”

With a nod, both cadets took off running.

Leaving Echo to wait with the green-skinned boy, Mayday turned uneasily towards Veetch and guided him back along the beach to check over his broken nose.

“Quick reactions, lad,” he praised as he examined him, nodding when he was satisfied. “You too,” he added, giving Mox an approving nod.

“Trust you to pick up an injury when you’re not even on active duty,” teased Hexx affectionately, clapping Veetch on the shoulder. Then, in a lower voice, “Well done. You did good.”

Veetch merely nodded, still catching his breath from the water and the shock of the elbow to the face.

“Um… sir?”

Mayday turned and glanced down in surprise, finding the pink-skinned Iktotchi girl standing there cringing up at them.

“Yes?” he asked, slightly bemused. Nat-borns were one thing, but nat-born children were a whole other confusion.

“Are you okay?”

At her meek but concerned question, Mayday broke out in a grin, crouching down to her level as he had seen Echo do.

“Yeah, kid. We’re fine.” He gestured up the beach. “Your friend okay?”

She nodded. “Jax won’t say thank you. He’s scared of clone troopers. But… you’re good ones. I can tell.” A shy smile spread on her face as she glanced at Veetch, and her hand curled in a tiny wave.

Veetch waved back, smiling behind his bloodied nose, and Mox crouched next to Mayday, extending a hand to Eva.

“You were very brave,” he told her, giving her a reassuring smile as she took his hand. He stood, glancing at Mayday with a nod that told him ‘I’ve got this’, before starting to lead Eva back to her friends. “Well done for raising the alarm.”

“Your brother is really good at swimming.” She hesitated on the word brother, like she was still learning to understand what linked all the clones.

“We have to be,” Mox told her with a smile. “Kamino, where we grew up, is all ocean. We had to know what do to if someone fell in.”

“Think you’ve got a new fan,” Hexx joked gently, giving Veetch’s wet hair a fond ruffle. “Alright, hero of the hour, let’s get you off the beach and mopped up.”

“I didn’t mean for him to be frightened of me,” said Veetch, a little subdued, but Mayday clasped a reassuring hand to his shoulder.

“It sounds like those kids have been through a lot. As much as we have, most likely. Don’t take it personally.” Pausing to retrieve his smoothie, they turned to start heading back towards the docks buildings which had been converted into refugee housing for the clones. “Anyway, after that display of heroics, I’m sure Echo will be even keener for you to join their Resistance.”

Veetch’s eyes lit up. “We’re going?” he said hopefully, immediately brighter.

Mayday gave a grim smile and nodded.

“Haven’t got it in me to turn my back on a brother in need,” he said, glancing at Hexx who nodded his support. “And we can’t let you go without us.”

Veetch grinned, throwing one arm round each of their shoulders. The three of them walked together, the younger clone supported by his two older brothers, heading slowly back along the sand.

“It’s like I said,” murmured Mayday softly, tilting his face up to the sky. “Brothers stick together. I told you I was requesting you for my squad, wherever we end up.” Something wistful crossed his face, before he squeezed Veetch’s shoulders hard. “Can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be, than with you boys.”

Hexx grinned. “Sun’s gone to your head. You’re getting soppy.”

Veetch laughed at their banter, pulling them both close.

“It’s us three. Forever.” “Forever,” echoed Hexx and Mayday, as the three of them walked into their future.

#summerofbadbatch2024 #week9 #hold still #week11 #yeah kid we're fine #the bad batch #tbb fanfic #tbb mayday #commander mayday #clone trooper veetch #clone trooper hexx #mox stak and deke #eva sami and jax #pabu #beach days on pabu

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ngkiscool · 5 months ago

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The Secret Garden

For @jewsinfandoms 3rd prompt "Past and Future", a short story about Newt.

It started in a garden. No, not that one, humans hadn't been there in a long time, and there is no telling when, if at all, they would come back.

This story is about another garden, a much smaller and less known one, tucked away between a cinema and a church. This story is about a place nestled in London's back alleys, and the kid who found there their refugee.

The thing is, Newton had a burning and totally unrequited passion for things electrical. He watched in amazement at the new digital billboards in the streets, was fascinated by the showcases who proudly displayed the latest televisions, and visited the radio shop with reverence others keep for holy places.

Sadly, the billboards flickered and die if he looked at them for too long, as well as the televisions. Even the radio shop had limited the areas he was allowed to explore, after one too many "experiments" that went wrong.

As much as he loved technology, sometimes he just wanted to sit in a place where he could be himself. Somewhere he could move freely, without having to be careful about his next step. So, when he found a quiet place, without electricity that he might ruin, he sat gratefully on an unoccupied bench and tried to relax before going out to the main street again.

"What are you doing here, kid?"

The short feeling of freedom was interrupted, and Newt hurried to open his eyes and find an old and angry looking person looking at him. "Sorry, sir, I just needed a place to rest."

"Where are your friends? Hiding somewhere, planning to vandalize the garden?"

"I… don't have friends."

Something softened in the man's face. "Is that so? Well, you better take that shovel and start tending to the flower bench".

Newt hurried to do as he was told, this time, without fear he would break something. He worked there until night had fallen and it was too dark to see, busy with one task or another, until the man said it was time to leave the garden.

Several days had passed before Newt thought of the garden, and tried to return to it. It had taken him several weeks to realise he did not remember where exactly it was, and several more years until he gave up the search completely.

By then he was a grown up, with grown-ups problems. Finding work had been challenging, saving the world even more troublesome, and having a girlfriend, for the first time in his life… Well, that was a whole new experience.

When Anathema and he walked the streets of London together for the first time, many years later, he was too happy with her company to see anything else. Only her joyful cry when she spotted a bench brought him back to reality, and he saw that at last, after all those years, he returned to the garden he spent so long looking for.

A man appeared in front of them, even though he could have sworn the garden was empty just a few seconds ago. Something about him looked familiar, but once the man ordered him to pick up a shovel he remembered.

"How… How can it be?"

Anathema looked at him, smiling. Newt had told her about his search for the lost garden, and now she understood. "Should have known it was you, Crowley, who helped Newt all those years ago."

"Not helped," spluttered the demon. "Exploited! He worked 'til he had blisters!"

"Of course, how could I think otherwise. How can I help?"

The rest of the day passed quickly, filled with hard work and laughter. And this time, when Newt left the garden, he knew he could always find the way back.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #jews in fandoms #newt #anathema device

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xenia12 · 2 years ago

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OKAY it’s been over half a damn year since I last updated Losing Marbles and I STILL haven’t quite finished chapter 6, so thought I could give y’all a sneak peak XD

First off, here’s ch1-5 on AO3 (if you haven’t seen it, at least check the tags before reading this. But it is a continuous story so I suggest starting from the first chapter :P)

And ofc thank @froggythesculptor for like half of the ideas in this cuz she’s a genius HGVJFTVHYBJY

ANYWAYS!!! Enjoy the first 747 words of chapter 6 lol (btw it’s definitely a long [+ relatively heavy] one for me so far… this isn’t even half of the WIP lmao)

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Not long after returning to the castle, Darcy sat in her chambers, rolling a purple twenty-sided die between her fingers as she impatiently watched the loading screen. Should be almost there, she thought just before the words “download complete” appeared on the monitor.

Tossing her D20 aside, she stood up and went over to the coral chair where a new helmet was plugged in. She ripped off the wires, picked it up, then seated herself, avoiding the armrests. After taking a breath and steeling herself, she hesitantly placed the helmet over her head.

Darcy grunted, fiery pain seizing her every nerve as The Core made itself comfortable in her body once more. She wanted to scream but bit the inside of her cheek to stop any pathetic noises from coming out. At least it wasn’t as bad as the first time.

When the agony finally subsided, she slowly opened her ten artificial eyes then heard, “Ah, well done.”

Darcy leaned back and, though they were still somewhat dazed, smiled at the praise. The Core must have already gone through their memories to see how it went.

“Looks like we’re behind schedule, though. We were supposed to be meeting with Andrias in the throne room half an hour ago,” it told them.

“Oh, shoot!” Darcy hissed as they sprang from the chair and dashed up the stairs.

Being late to their own meeting will not be good for their meticulous and calculated villain reputation.

Despite their anxiety, they slowed down once they made it to the main hallway. Running through the castle as a troubled mess would only make problems worse, so they walked with slow but powerful steps.

As she went, Darcy passed frobots putting up mass amounts of entangled cables along the walls and collared newts installing eye-shaped surveillance devices all over the castle. She noticed it earlier, but the rate at which it was getting done seemed to have multiplied as the day of the invasion grew closer.

Wow, you guys must’ve been busy, huh? she thought to The Core. What’s all this for?

“These renovations are to aid us in the invasion,” it stated. “The new additions will allow us to be omnipresent in mechanical tendrils across the castle, even when disconnected from you.”

Her lips pulled up into a wicked smirk. So, basically, you’ll, she mused delightedly, have an eye on everything?

A large, exasperated sigh echoed from most of The Core, but one of the voices let out a muffled howl of laughter, instead. Darcy grinned ear to ear, immediately deciding that the newt who appreciated her pun was objectively the best of the collection.

As she approached the throne room, she straightened her face before a couple robots on either side of the entrance swung the doors open for her. She strode in and Andrias swiftly lifted his head to see who had entered, tensing once he saw it was Darcy. Olivia and Yunan noticed his reaction then spun around and let out twin gasps of surprise.

Wait a second, Darcy thought as she stopped walking about halfway between the doors and the newts. Olivia’s and Yunan’s eyes were normal.

Tearing her gaze from the lady and the general, she stared at Andrias with narrowed eyes and asked, “What happened to their collars?” Though, it sounded more like an accusation than a question.

The giant newt seemed to prepare himself before stepping in front of Olivia and Yunan. He then said, “If I may, could you remove the helmet? I wish to speak to you directly.”

She scoffed and crossed her arms, already fed up with the conversation. “You will address all of The Core when speaking to me. Now, what are you up to? And where’s your little tiara? You know very well that we can’t monitor your thoughts without it.”

“Marcy-“

“Darcy,” she growled. Andrias knew that. He was trying to appeal to her old self, wasn’t he?

Andrias furrowed his brows but his eyes still held a little too much warmth. “Marcy, this isn’t you. I know how… persuasive The Core can be… but I also know you don’t want to hurt people.”

Darcy grit their teeth while listening, but stopped by the time he was done. Then they suddenly threw their head back in a fit of laughter. They soon finished with a sigh and went, “Oh, is that what you think, big guy? That I’m still the innocent little girl I was a year ago?”

👀 TO BE CONTINUED 👀

(in a hopefully reasonable amount of time… Idk my motivation is way too unpredictable for me to give any sort of guess hhhh)

#Losing Marbles #fic update #Amphibia #amphibia fanfic #Darcy Wu #Darcy Amphibia #The Core #Marcy Wu #Evil Marcy #unhinged marcy au

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msniceon · 1 year ago

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Midnight tea party

Summary:

A daily fragment about Tom Hiddleston invited his close friend Chris Hemsworth to have a tea party together, Tom's first person point of view, a part of plot about my own swap Thor series mention in the middle and a little bit out of friends hint at the end of the work.

Generally speaking, spending a wonderful night with Chris Hemsworth ( Well, Chris Evan is also a proper person but today isn’t his home court) at home or anywhere else with no camera or microphone instead of busy dealing with texts and acts on script will be my priority—well, if I have a chance to solve the multiple choice question. I mean, acting in dramas and accepting interviews are my responsibilities, however, who can refuse to relax your nerves with a close friend after an exhausting week or more?

Why not? He is absolutely a nice guy who can get along with me in a cozy and pleasant way. It's okay to share our thoughts in private without hesitation, and facing a bunch of journalists together with him is always better than an individual.

There is only one special case which even makes me frightened to find Chris approaches—as we are located in Thor series, immersively working on the film with our own bodies. I know audiences are incapable of believing that all the scenes they have seen during the playback are real without any special effects or props, but this is the truth. As a result, when Chris and I fought against each other with gorgeous magic and Mjolnir, we were dancing on the tip of a knife which was red-hot by fire since every attack we launched was serious and may have caused injury or even death sometimes.

Since Thor is the main character so the man behind the scene won’t let him die, the one who needs to be concerned about his own health is always me, who was designed to be an anti-hero or villain in some people’s opinion during the movie—well, haven’t I told you this is a swap type comparing with the films which you are familiar with? For example, Loki becomes the candidate for king of Asgard in Thor 1, though he still keeps the setting of frost giant bloodline which Frigga already told him in his childhood in this story, he is proficient at flame magic to break stereotypes and prove himself. He also gains the title ‘god of fire’ for this.

Oh, I really talk too much about the reverse plot though, just to get the conclusion that staying with Chris is always expected by showing enough evidence. This can well explain the reason for me to sit behind the dining table, facing him, several desserts and tea sets made by ceramics at my home. Although our British don’t have afternoon tea as frequently as foreigners imagine, it’s still a perfect way to kill time with friends for me.

“Well, I’m still a little bit worried that we are drinking too much tea tonight.” As an Australian, Chris may be unfamiliar with British tea-related ritual, but he does know 8pm isn’t the appropriate time for neither tea nor sweetie.

“Once I sent you a message five hours earlier than now, but you replied you were on the way just twenty minutes ago.” I sip the black tea in my cup and can’t help laughing as Chris starts to describe his full life by using the beginning “as we all know, Mr.Hemsworth isn’t a business man though he is truly dealing with his ‘busyness’!”

“Mr.Hiddleston got the same, fortunately they have each other beside.” I stand up with my tea utensils to reach him and pet on his shoulder after finishing this sentence. Chris widens his sky-colored eyes in surprise, then smiles back and raises his tiny cup to clink glasses with me.

“Since you said that, don’t subconsciously keep away from Mr.Hemsworth any more when he normally passes by or greets you okay, Tom?” Chris pulls down his lip corners and frowns to make his face look depressed, but only seconds of staring successfully lets both of us burst into laughter. We seldom—in other words, almost never, except for essential issues—use our acting techniques on one another in daily interactions, which means we are only Chris and Tom in the eyes of the other party, not Thor and Loki, or anyone else. This thought makes me feel comfortable and valued, hope Chris gets the sensation as well.

Our communication doesn’t go on until neither of us wears a smile on face. I clear my throat to start a new topic, “Tom didn’t run from you, but Loki did. You obviously know what will happen if the two princes of Asgard meet. Fight, trick or accident, sometimes they even come together.”

“Well, if my memory is accurate, the only incident which included all these three conditions is about Loki unexpectedly induced Thor to drop from Bifröst by using a phantom. That definitely is the most horrible thing I ever experienced.” Chris’s facial expression turns to grave while he recollects the weird plot we got. I know the pain and unbearable guilt that every individual of our crew endure as he or she has no choice but to follow the lines, wound close friends in reality as well as suffer from their attack.

“I’ll do anything as long as I can find the culprit.” After the sentence with half guarantee and half consolation speaks out, just like a naughty troublemaker secretly stole our communication topics, the atmosphere of bizarre silence starts to spread between us. I move my chair beside Chris and sit down side by side, without batting an eyelid.

A moment later, it feels like Chris puts his hand around my shoulder, following the intimate action, his breath comes closer. “Come on, Tom, let’s change the place and do somewhat else, shall we? I'm probably not gonna sit still or think philosophy all night, even if I’m with you.”

“Even if I’m your Juliet, dear Romeo?” These two jokingly names come from an interview with both me and Chris, we were not serious then—at least for me. I seldom crack a jest like this, the natural tone with a little bit of rebuke I revealed also makes me myself shocked.

“Wow, Tom. I used to consider you as a quiet, restrained British gentleman.” Chris smiles with some obscure ulterior motives, “How could you remember an insignificant episode for such a long time?”

“Maybe that means I’m earnest at that second? Who knows.” I shrug as I try my best to reach my teacup in Chris’s arm.

“To speak more formally, you are the person who understands your own feelings, and I…I’m quite curious about the answer. If this offends you, you can just forget it and accept my sincere apology, after all, for fun only.” Chris asks the question by cutting it from the side, which leads to his gentle and vague attitude. Do I ever have a reason to skip it?

“Y’know, the same as yours.” I point at Chris and wink obviously. I've finished my job, the rest development depends on his personal understanding.

“Did you just acquiesce to my following steps by behaving like this, Tom?” Chris takes away his hand, begins to hold my shoulders instead. I can clearly see there’s some fierce emotion under the ice wall created by the calm blue in his attractively charming eyes. I’m not sure if I made the right choice. “Uhh…Yes?” I blink since Chris brings me to the sofa opposite the television.

#tom hiddleston #chris hemsworth #hiddlesworth #actor #actor rpf

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asoulofatlantis · 1 year ago

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Okay... since I may or may not have lost my last ounce of self-control yesterday and may or may not couldn’t help but buy a PS5 with FF16 I may or may not have to make sure that I finish this games main story a bit faster. Not as in doing it in a rush, but as in, not watching those past-storylines that I don’t really care about until I feel like doing it. So... today we only watch the “Down the Rabbit Hole” - Storyline for absolutly non-shipper reasons of course XD (As this is the only chance aside from the final chapter to get Alisa and Rean together...) and then we watch “To your bledded Future” which is a boringisch but also very wholesome.

So lets get the party started!

I love how we are here to get Lammy back. What would Millium be without Airgetlam? But that is also so typical Cold Steel. Instead of, you know having Millium adjust to a new combat shell or something like that, we just get an Airgetlam back that is... you know the Lammy we all know and love. Because bo even combatshells truly die in the Cold Steel Saga XD

First try. Last time I played this I so damn desperately tried to get their link-event and I almost failed. This time... the first monster shows up and here we are XD Seriously, I have to admit I am still a bit unhappy about the downgrade from the CS4 link-event... but we got the usual high-five that not just is something those two have always done, but a lot of other ships actually have as their link event. Including Estelle and Joshua. I guess when it comes to this, we can say that Body-contact in some way, shape or form is the deciding factor. Although nothing can beat Millium and Jusis in that regard. They do not just have a double high-five, Millium is actually leaning her back against Jusis Torso and its just so... ♥ That aside, I think going for Alisa and Rean with a “Its like you can read my mind” themen for their Dialoge just eases into how their relationship is portrayed in this game. Which is as “No more word necessary” and that is more than enough for me.

Alright... lets get back to getting back Airgetlam.

Is there still anyone out there who truly believes I like that sidestory for the plot? ^^’ (Its really not bad tho... its just... I have totally different Priorities XD)

Reans Priority Ladys and Gentleman. Thats my boy.

And here we have Jusis Priority Ladys and Gentleman.

After these two scenes following each other I will like singing: “I am sailing! I am sailing!” XD

Gotta love Millium XD

Aren't they adorable? I could kiss those two for their cuteness and shippiness ♥ And who would have seen this coming back in the day of CS1 and CS2?

I am not crying! You are! *sniff*

And here is the surprise guest for our reunion-party! A dead man sending us one last final message.

*lol* Now that we have lightened the mood... XD we can tell Millium that we already have far too many girls with huge busting boobies... *breakt into laughter* You really gotta love that girl.

And he loved him for it.

One of the many reasons that the Trails-Series brings me so much joy and has the power to love so many amazing (and sometimes not so amazing XD) characters, is because of the fact that moving on to a new saga never erases the existence of the previous characters or what they did and who they are. And over the span of the years that pass us by in game while jumping from Saga to Saga, you have the wonderful opportunity to see those characters that you know and love or come to love eventually grow in every possible way. Physically, emotionally and also their relationships evolve over these times. It leaves me speechless to think, that Schera and Olivert actually truly fell in love with each other, came together and now got to be married and will soon (SPOILER!) add a new member to my dearly beloved Reise Arnor Family... after all we’ve been through and after the events of the Sky Saga. I mean, that is the same woman who once drunk Olivert under the table and now she is going to marry him. It... just makes me so happy to see my beloved characters get the happy ending their truly deserve after watching them grow *cries tears of joy*

It truly was not XD

#TiR Mona Version

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theladyofbloodshed · 2 years ago

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Part One ¦ Part Two ¦ Part Three ¦ Part Four ¦ Part Five ¦ Part Six ¦ Part Seven ¦ Part Eight ¦ Part Nine ¦ Part Ten ¦ Part Eleven

Part Twelve - Build up to the finale!

The man clasped his hands together in his lap. Lucien had settled on a fallen log, crossing his legs together, while the horse snuffled at the ground nearby. The amusement rarely left his face.

‘Just so that I fully understand your plan. You want me to give you a horse from the high lord’s stables - for free - so that you can cross the entire length of the Spring Court.’

‘Yes,’ Nesta said with exasperation. She wasn’t sure if she had come across the village idiot. He was very slow. Lucien had asked her to explain how she knew Cassian then why she was going to him then why she wanted a horse then why her village had tried to sacrifice her in the first place. Then repeated his questions.

‘I see. And then what’s your plan because you’d have to cross the Autumn Court.’

‘Well, I will do that.’

Lucien snorted with laughter. ‘No, you won’t.’

‘Yes, I will.’

‘The high lord did this to me,’ Lucien said, tapping the long scar that tore through his face, ‘I can assure you that if, by divine intervention, you made it to the Autumn borders, my brothers would have such fun with a mortal who’d wandered into their land.’

‘Then I’ll ride through the Summer Court.’

‘And then presumably, full of vigour, you will cross the frozen wasteland that is the Winter Court before, of course, crossing the Middle. A place that is unmapped and full of ancient creatures that even many fae would die against. Then the Dawn Court. Then the Day Court. Then the mountains of the Night Court. And through all of this, nobody will stop you, you won’t ever run out of food - that I am also supposed to supply - or come into any harm?’

‘Yes.’

Lucien clapped his hands, throwing a laugh over his shoulder. ‘How I wish to have the confidence of a mortal.’

‘You’re boring me now,’ Nesta said, getting off from the other end of the log and heading back towards the Wall.

‘Wait a moment,’ he called, following after her. The first rays of sun were filtering in through the trees, catching on his red hair. This man was the type of fae that Nesta imagined from stories; pointed ears, fine clothes, and a wicked beauty. ‘What is the reason to reach the general?’

Nesta could not explain it. With every day that passed without Cassian, a burning sensation had flooded her chest. She had thought she could forget him. Thought that she might be able to remain in the cabin. She’d have died at the hands of her people if it made her a martyr, but something had ignited in her chest so Nesta couldn’t remain stagnant. It was his name that pounded in her ears, driving every decision. It felt as if a string had tied them together. Nesta could feel the distance between her and Cassian as if the string was pulled taut. She only had to follow it to find him.

‘He owes me something,’ she lied.

‘You would risk your life for it?’ He pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘I don’t know why I am warning you, but the Night Court is wicked. Whatever he has promised you, you will find nothing good in the Hewn City, my lady, only pain.’

‘What’s the Hewn City?’

Lucien’s face puzzled. ‘It is their main city where the high lord resides – and presumably the general.’

‘No, they live in Velaris.’

‘Velaris?’

‘The City of Starlight.’

A strange expression seized Lucien. It worried Nesta. Worried her enough to turn and flee. Nesta’s feet did not stop, not as she hurled herself through the crack in the Wall, or as her boots skidded across the hard snow back in her land.

***

Cassian was slumped on the bed with one of his wings draped across the floor, in the same position he’d been in for days. Mor had brought endless dishes then returned them to the kitchen hours later untouched. He only drank scant amounts of water when she needled at him to at least sip it.

Rhys squeezed onto a spot on the mattress though Cassian didn’t respond to his presence. His brother’s skin was sallow, the chipper mood he usually brandished at them all stowed away.

‘I’ve made a decision,’ he said gently.

‘You’ll sever our bond?’

Did Cassian truly believe that Rhys would do that to him? How could he deny his brother something so sacred? He’d risk his court for his brother’s happiness. Damn the consequences, he loved Cassian.

‘I thought I was doing the right thing for both of you by keeping you apart. I can see now that it was wrong. And I’m sorry I did that.’

Rhys had not realised the physical effects it would have. He couldn’t bear to see Cassian fade further. Cassian who was the life and soul of every room with his easy smiles and booming laugh.

‘I was wrong.’

There were mates who went their whole lives without ever meeting. Despite the odds, they had found each other. And he had tried to come between that. Maybe the Mother had guided them there – and Rhys had thought to intervene against the divine right of fate.

Nesta had accepted the bond, no matter if she did not know, and the effects of denying the frenzy likely attributed to her own bizarre behaviour.

‘I can see her again?’ Cassian sat up, hope brimming in his hazel eyes for the first time in days.

Rhys swallowed. ‘We’ll bring her to Velaris. And… I want to bring her sisters.’

‘You’ve gone from no mortals to bringing three. What’s happened?’

The wards were still firmly around the cabin as Rhys explained to Cassian that Nesta’s village would be trying her as a witch and he feared the retribution that might fall on the other sisters if they could not catch their witch. That and Nesta might be more comfortable in Velaris with her mortal sisters as company – at least to have others to grow alongside. Cassian remained calm throughout even as Rhys spoke of Nesta’s new decorations, the strange symbol she’d drawn in blood on her floor, the pyres. But at the mention of the Wall and Nesta pushing through to the Spring Court, he snapped up from the bed.

‘We’re going to get her now.’

Rhys held out his hands. ‘It needs to be when it’s dark. It’s too dangerous.’

‘You’ll risk her going to Spring?’

‘It will be no easy feat to bring three mortals here, Cass. We have to wait until its dark.’

Despite Cassian’s anger, it was a good sign. At the prospect of reuniting with his mate, his brother was slowly coming back to life. The only other hurdle that Rhys could conceive of would be the frenzy itself. The denial of the frenzy was to protect Nesta more than anything, but he could see now that keeping them apart was doing more harm than good. His brother would need to leash his instincts, be delicate with her. And after seeing Cassian naked too many times to count over five hundred years, he had a real fear that Nesta would be impaled.

They agreed that they’d go in darkness – although Cassian had no choice in the matter. It was darkness or not at all, Rhys had warned him. He had also warned him that they would be collecting the sisters first because he didn’t doubt Cassian would lose all other responsibilities the moment that he saw Nesta.

In the meantime, he instructed his brother to shower and shave or Nesta would scream at the sight of him.

‘One more thing, the father. What do you know?’

Cassian shrugged. ‘Nesta hates him. Says he’s useless.’

‘Then he stays in the mortal lands.’

***

The burning pain refused to leave Nesta’s chest that day. It was an itch she was unable to scratch. Her fingernails had torn open her skin as she scratched her body, trying to soothe it. She had managed only a few hours of fragmented sleep in the light before she’d been forced out into the snow to slather handfuls on her skin to cool it.

In her plan, Nesta would wait until the first sign of villagers to light her enormous pyres then set the roof on fire. It would leave them with little doubts that she was a witch. They were superstitious enough folk. Once they sighted her with a broom disappearing off to Prythian, that would have them pissing in their breeches.

The only snag was that she could not concentrate. Cassian had become an all-consuming thought in her mind. She had touched herself five times in between rubbing snow on her body. Every memory in this cabin was replayed on a loop in her mind. He wouldn’t have offered her the opportunity to come to Prythian, if he didn’t mean it. He’d laugh when he found out what she did and then hopefully this damned itching would stop.

On the sixth time that Nesta found herself beneath the covers and thinking of Cassian’s body, somebody hammered on the door.

‘I know you’re in there, mortal.’

That damned Vanserra man.

Nesta opened the door a crack. ‘I can’t entertain today.’

He jammed his toe in the door, wincing slightly as she still tried to slam it. His wince soon shifted to a strange sort of delight.

‘I hope you were thinking of me when you were doing that.’

If her cheeks had felt warm before, they were positively scorching now. ‘I don’t know what you mean.’

Lucien continued grinning until Nesta smashed the door against his boot again.

‘I’m trying to help you, you impossible female,’ he complained. ‘Let me in a moment. It’s dangerous for me out here.’

‘That’s not really motivation, Lucien.’

Suddenly, all his weight pressed towards the wood. He was far stronger than she expected. So Nesta leapt away and Lucien came staggering in.

‘What’s with all the blo-’

Nesta swung her broom over Lucien’s spine as he bent to examine her markings on the floor.

‘That was not nice,’ he reprimanded, rubbing his back. ‘You really are a witch.’

‘Does it look convincing?’

‘The sprinkling of offal on the step is a nice touch.’

Begrudgingly, Nesta brewed tea but kept her eyes trained on the strange male examining the marks she’d carved crudely into the wall with her knife. As they drank, he confessed that he felt guilty to leave her in the cabin alone with her village out for her blood. Nesta didn’t know him well enough. She ought to have been suspicious, but the man had something likeable about him. Something trustworthy.

‘I will take you to the Night Court.’

‘You’ll do what? You’ll ride with me all the way? Truly?’

Lucien let out a low laugh as he swirled the dregs of his tea. ‘Absolutely not. I don't blisters on my backside. If either high lord catches wind of this, I am dead. But I will winnow you.’

‘Winnow?’

He pinched two portions of the table cloth together. ‘Like stepping between two points. A long-distance travel method. You’d have to hold my hand.’

‘Sounds terrible. I shan’t enjoy that.’

He smiled again. ‘Lucky for you it will take only moments. And I am risking my neck for you.’

The terrible scar on his face had stopped dominating Nesta’s view of him. He gave smiles freely, his humour as dry and sarcastic as her own. It helped that he dressed exquisitely. The fawn-coloured breeches were immaculate with no flecks of mud or snow on them. His waist coat was embroidered with golden leaves and vines. Far prettier than Cassian's dirty leathers.

Nesta drummed two fingers on the table top. ‘Why?’

‘Because I’m curious.’

‘Maybe,’ she said, narrowing her eyes, ‘But you almost shat yourself when I mentioned Cassian’s name so why would you risk yourself for an impossible mortal that you don’t know?’

‘I cannot in good conscience let you try and cross Prythian where you would undoubtedly meet a disastrous end. I cannot believe you haven’t already been killed in the woods by naga.’

‘Cassian won’t hurt me.’

‘Then I’d rather deliver you into the jaws of the wolf itself and know at least you go to your chosen death.’

‘I don’t believe that,’ she said. ‘I think you’d table-cloth me back here if you did have doubts that Cassian would lay his hands on me. You could have told your high lord that I was stealing from him – and you still haven’t. I think you’re a good man.’

‘Stop or you’ll make me blush.’ His smile lasted only fractions of a second. ‘Cauldron, witch, will you stop scratching yourself. Have you got fleas?’

‘My body is desperate for Cassian,’ Nesta admitted with a grimace, as she showed Lucien all the strange blotches that had shown up on her body in the last couple of days. The more she thought of him, the worse it got - and she couldn't stop thinking of him.

‘You don’t have the plague, do you? I’ve heard mortals are vectors for disease.’

‘How dare you.’

Lucien clapped his hands together. ‘When darkness falls, I’ll use my magic and help you set this place on fire then we go. My final offer. Then I never have to worry about completely unhinged females sneaking into my court again.’

@mis-lil-red

#the exile and the injured #nessian

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Unrequited Love || Part One

masterlist

pairing - 1920!stefan salvatore x new vamp, fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note - thank you to @ssoldier-whoore for giving me this idea! 16+ series

summary - stefan teaches you how to be a vampire while you fall in love with him

warnings / includes - mild language, crude humor, blood feeding, violence, murder, kissing, crying, fighting. you are a lot more bolder than probably how women were in the ‘20s but i cant write quiet and reserved and obedient lmao. part two is at the end of the story!

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*gif isn’t mine*

you never imagined yourself with an eternity to live, but here you were, a newly-born vampire that could die if you didn’t feed in 24 hours.

you had just been turned unwillingly by the infamous original hyprid, and the ripper of monterey. well, the ripper turned you, the hyprid just picked you out of a crowd for him to turn. you didn’t understand what you did to deserve this, but apparently the universe had dealt you a bad hand. now you were going to be a monster forever.

“just let me die!” you groaned. “no can do,” stefan shook his head.

“why? it’s not like you had actual plans for me,” you stated.

“true, but i can already tell that you’re a fighter. you’ll be a good asset and an interesting student,” stefan explained.

“i don’t want to be an asset or your student. i was happy when i was human, why did you have to ruin that?” you cried.

“because you looked pretty lonely at the party, love,” klaus said.

“i wasn’t lonely, i was with my friends!” you exclaimed.

“your friends who left to admire the entertainment while you wanted a night out to not focus on anyone but yourselves? no offense, but they seem horrible,” klaus laughed.

you rolled your eyes, “i hate you,”

“not very ladylike for a young woman in her twenties,” stefan remarked.

“it’s not the 1800s. women have rights now,” you spat.

“you’re right,” stefan nodded. “yeah, which means i should’ve had a right to choose whether or not i wanted to live like a murderer for the rest of my life!” you complained.

“how do you even know about vampires?” stefan asked.

“you guys don’t exactly lay low. my mom also fell in love with this vampire dude. said he was “the sweetest, most charming and sexy guy ever”. like, yeah i thought he was hot, too, but he’s the devil,” you explained.

“what was his name?” klaus asked. “derek… darren… i don’t know. something with a ‘d’,” you thought.

“damon?” stefan guessed. you looked to him, eyes wide. “yeah! how do you know him? are you all in a secret vampire-hyprid club?”

“no, he’s my brother,” he sighed.

your jaw dropped and you burst out in laughter. “no way! him and my mom used to wake my brother and i every night. i guess he was good in the sack.”

stefan cringed as klaus laughed with you.

“please, stop talking,” stefan said. “no, please go on! how long did damon and your mother date?” klaus asked.

“about three months. they were only together for the sex, obviously. my mom has gotten remarried since. that was, like, five years ago, i think. wow time has passed.” you laughed a little, making eye contact with klaus and stefan. your smile faltered, “why am i even telling you both this? you ruined my life.”

“i think you’re just saying that because you don’t like being controlled,” stefan said.

“i mean, i don’t like being controlled, but it’s true. my heart is dead, i can run super fast, i have fangs, and my main source of nutrition is human blood. i used to have a beating heart, below-average stamina, regular canines, and oh yeah, burgers, smoothies, and fruit were my favorite foods. now i’ll never get to have those again.”

“not true, you can still eat those foods. blood just keeps you alive,” stefan corrected you.

“doesn’t matter! i am not drinking blood and you two are not making me.” you crossed your arms over your chest, standing your ground.

stefan and klaus looked at each other grinning.

“you won’t be saying that when you have one little drop,” klaus stated.

“doubt that. i’m not swayed easily,” you scoffed.

“one moment, please.” stefan ran into the speakeasy you all were outside of, bringing back one of your friends.

“oh, hey, y/n! we were wondering where you — ah!” he started to screamed. stefan broke his arm and sunk his teeth into his neck.

“connor, no! what the hell!” you exclaimed, running over to pry stefan off of him. but as you breathed in, you got a strong whiff of connor’s blood, stopping all your movements as you breathed in deeply.

your mouth started salivating and you felt your fangs grow out of your gums. your eyes became red, veins appearing under your eyes and going down to your cheekbones. you were absolutely horrified by what you were feeling, but your hunger overtook you just slightly.

“c’mon, y/n, go ahead and take a sip.” stefan held connor’s neck out to you.

you gulped, trying to back away, but your feet moved you forwards. you had never felt so uncomfortable in your life. connor had been one of your longest friends ever since childhood, and now you were going to kill him. how could you ever explain this to your friends and his family?

“don’t fight it, love,” klaus appeared behind you, holding your shoulders and whispering in your ear.

tears welled up in your eyes as you fought the instinct to feed. you shook your head, crying as klaus pushed you closer to connor.

“please, anyone else but him. please,” you begged.

“begging won’t get you anywhere, love,” klaus stated.

“stop! please!” you screamed, your eyes glowing a dark red as you smelled connor’s blood.

you had to get out of there. you whipped around, kicking klaus’s feet, causing him to let go of you and fall to his knees. you then grabbed his neck, twisting and breaking it surprisingly easily. you then ran away, shocked by how fast you were going, but you didn’t look back. you were getting as far away from those two as you could.

“damn newbie strength,” stefan muttered. he ripped connors head off, letting the body drop to the ground. he threw the head behind his shoulder, picking klaus up and throwing his body over his shoulder.

he followed you, trying to guess where you went. he finally you five miles out in the woods, crying against a tree.

“hello, sweetheart,” he said.

your head shot up to look at him, air getting caught in your throat.

“d-don’t call me that,” you stammered. “or what? you gonna snap my neck? well, guess what, i’ll come back alive and just track you all over again,” he smirked.

“just let me go, please. i won’t tell anyone about you, and i’ll keep my vampirism a secret, i promise. i-i’ll just live like a human again. no one has to know who you and klaus are,” you pleaded, hoping to reason with him.

“i would say yes to that except that you have no idea how to be a vampire. you haven’t even fed yet. i’d hate to see you die just because you were being stubborn.”

“i’ll feed. just teach what i need to know and you can leave me be.”

“i don’t think i can trust you,” stefan hummed. “you’ll earn my trust. i promise,” you held up your pinky. it was stupid, you knew, but it was the only way you figured you could get out of their captivity.

stefan chuckled, “you think a pinky promise will make me trust you? what are you, five?”

“i don’t know what else to do!” you exclaimed, exasperated.

“capture one of your friends and kill them,” he said.

“not this again. can’t it be anyone else?” you groaned.

“no. you want to prove loyalty, you will do whatever it takes,” he stated.

you rolled your eyes. “fine, but we are like. six miles out.”

“you know how to use your vampire speed. go and get one of your friends, bring them back here, feed, and kill them like how you attempted to kill klaus,” stefan instructed.

“fine,” you turned around, running back to the speakeasy. you ran into the club, stopping in the shadows as you spotted your friends.

klaus and stefan were right, you weren’t having fun tonight. your friends had abandoned you, but that wasn’t reason enough to kill them. you supposed you could pick someone random and say it was your friend, but they were obviously smarter than that. you decided to pick the newest friend in your group, lucille. you had never liked her anyways. killing her might not bring much guilt.

you ran and grabbed her by the arm quickly, running back to stefan and klaus. you stopped abruptly, lucille looking around confused.

“y/n, what are we doing here? and how were you running so fast?” she asked.

“sorry, lucille. hope you kissed lucas goodbye,” you said right before you sunk your teeth into her. you drank from her carotid, impressing stefan and klaus, who was now awake. they didn’t expect you to know where the best feeding area was in the neck.

you were so hungry. you didn’t expect the blood to taste so good. you tried to pull away, but you couldn’t. your body wouldn’t let you until there was no blood left in lucille’s system. you pried your head away, your eyes a dark crimson and your mouth and chin dripping with blood. without thinking, you snapped her neck, letting her body fall to the ground.

it took you a few moments to realize what you had just done. as the blood lust faded, tears welled up in your eyes and you dropped down to your knees, taking lucille in your arms.

“no, no, no! i’m sorry,” you cried. “i-i didn’t mean to kill you.”

“i think you did, love,” klaus smirked.

your head whipped over to him, tears and blood mixing as they dripped off your face. you looked to stefan, seeing a smug smirk on his face.

“happy, now? is this the loyalty you wanted me to show?” you held up lucille’s limp body. she weighed down your arms, her eyes staring right at you, wide and filled with fear.

“yes. i have to tell you, i am impressed. we both are. we didn’t think you knew where the carotid artery was,” he said.

“i used to help my sister study to be a nurse and picked up a few things, which is not the point. i did what you asked, so can you just teach me everything and let me go now?” you asked.

“is this the deal you two made?” klaus asked. stefan shrugged, “she obviously doesn’t want to be held captive, which i can understand. once we teach her everything she needs to know, we can let her go.”

“alright,” klaus nodded. “well, first lesson will be feeding.”

“didn’t i just do that?” you asked.

“yes, but you did it with no control. granted, stefan did tell you to kill her, but you need to learn how much blood you can take from a human before they pass out. it’ll be helpful to know so you don’t get captured and killed,” he explained.

“okay. how much blood can i drink from someone?” you asked.

“about two liters,” stefan said. your eyes bulged out of your head. “that’ll kill someone!”

“not of you drink just under that,” stefan shrugged.

“is gaining control easy?” you asked.

“depends. from what we just saw, it won’t be easy for you,” stefan said.

“great,” you muttered. “can we get on with it, then?”

“eager, are we?” klaus grinned. “yeah, eager to get away from you two,” you remarked.

you started to walk back to the city. stefan and klaus followed you, staying on high alert in case you started to run.

“she’s difficult. you couldn’t have picked another one?” klaus asked under his breath.

“if she was too easy, it would be boring. she’s strong, witty, and honestly, funny. she’ll be a great student,” stefan shrugged.

“what is it with you wanted a student now? do you want to turn someone else into a ripper so you don’t feel alone?” klaus smirked.

stefan glared at him. “you’re a ripper.”

“yes, but what about having one that is female. one that could be more?”

stefan scoffed, “i can’t feel love or any of those disgusting emotions.”

“well, she can. i wouldn’t be surprised if she developed a crush on you. i can already tell by the way she looks at you that she likes you. her conscious just hasn’t caught up yet.”

“she better realize it quickly before she gets her heart broken.”

“oh, you’d love to break her heart, wouldn’t you?”

stefan flashed klaus a grin, nodding in reply. he looked back to, listening as you hummed to yourself. although you were feisty, you were obedient when you wanted to be. he knew it was just to be free of the two rippers. he respected that and understood. he didn’t like feeling trapped either, hence why he had turned his humanity off. with this new information of your unconscious crush on him, he knew he could make this experience even more fun.

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you had spent only two days with klaus and stefan, and the urge to kill them grew stronger and stronger.

so far they had taught you how to feed without losing control and how to kill someone and make it look like a bear or a mountain lion. now, they were teaching you how to compel somebody.

in the process of all of this, you couldn’t help but notice how close stefan always got to you. he would always stand near you, hold your arm, put his hand on your lower back. he would look at you longer than usual, smile at you and compliment your clothes or jokes. if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought that he was falling in love with you. but you knew about rippers and their tendency to play with people’s feelings and their inability to feel. you hoped you were strong enough not to fall into his trap.

“recite what we just told you,” klaus said.

“to compel, you have to look into the person’s eyes. make sure the only thing you are focused on is them. speak clearly and make sure they repeat what you said to them. then act like everything is normal,” you said.

“you are a natural! isn’t she?” klaus turned to stefan.

stefan looked you up and down shamelessly, smiling once he looked into your eyes. butterflies fluttered in your stomach. you cursed your body for having a reaction to him. you knew it was normal, but you still hated it. you felt like you were falling into his trap.

“yes, she is. good job,” stefan said.

“thanks,” you said, averting your gaze away from him. “so, who will be the unlikely victim?” you looked at klaus.

he looked around the restaurant, spotting a couple who was currently fighting, but trying not to make a scene.

“them. compel the man to forgive the woman and pay for her lunch,” klaus pointed.

“alright, but what about the woman? won't it look weird if i just go up to him and tell him what to do?” you asked.

“it won’t because she is leaving to go to the bathroom,” klaus said.

you watched as she stomped away, wiping the tears off of her cheeks. you wasted no time in walking over to the man.

“hi,” you smiled. “hello… gorgeous,” he flashed you a grin.

“thanks,” you said flatly.

you looked into his brows eyes, staring directly at his pupil.

“you will forgive your partner and pay for her lunch.”

he looked at you confused. “what? how do you even -”

“you will forgive your partner and pay for her lunch,” you repeated.

“look, lady, if you just want to leave with me, that’s all you have to -”

you grabbed his hand that was about to touch you, twisting his wrist so you sprained it.

“you will forgive your partner and pay for her lunch,” you said sternly.

you watched as his pupils dilated then went back to normal.

“i will forgive my girlfriend and pay for her lunch,” he said.

you let go of his wrist, smiling in triumph. “you will forget i came up to you and told you to do this.”

“i’ll forget you came up to me and told me to do this,” he repeated.

you turned around on your heel, smirking smugly.

“good job. we were worried you wouldn’t be able to do it,” klaus said.

“she always succeeds,” stefan smiled. “thanks, stefan,” you gave him a smile.

“of course,” he nodded.

he began to stare at you for a long time again. you tried to tear your eyes away, but you couldn’t. although he was a monster, he was a handsome one. he had a way with words and his smile lit up the room, even though it was a devilish one. you knew all the compliments and teasing were part of his game, but you couldn’t help but get entranced.

his green eyes were enticing, filled with mischief and wonder. you could get lost in them if you let yourself, but you couldn’t. with your emotions heightened and the fact you were very sensitive towards love, you couldn’t let yourself get wrapped up in your little crush that you admittedly had.

“i’m going to go to the bathroom. can you get me a refill?” you pointed to your drink.

you didn’t stick around long enough for them to confirm. you practically ran to the bathroom. you needed some space away from stefan.

“looks like you’ve dazzled her,” klaus smirked. “she gets so hypnotised easily, it’s cute,” stefan chuckled.

“so, you do like her?” klaus raised a brow.

“i don’t. i have no romantic feelings towards her whatsoever,” stefan shook his head.

although he had no romantic feelings for you, he couldn’t deny that you were beautiful. that’s one of the reasons that made him choose you. no one had caught his eye in the speakeasy like you did. with his enhanced hearing he heard your laugh and voice, they were very pleasant to listen to. you had such kind eyes that he knew he could corrupt. you also had the perfect traits for being a vampire. you were hard-headed and well-controlled. honestly, if stefan could feel, he was sure he would be falling in love with you, too, but he had no intentions of turning his humanity back on. plus, teasing you and watching you slowly suffer the consequences of unrequited love was fun for him.

you came back, looking refreshed and happy.

“what did you do?” stefan asked. “i got a little snack,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“well, did you compel the person to forget?” stefan asked, worried.

“yes, and it worked the very first try!” you squealed. you sat back down next to klaus, taking a sip of your drink. “hey, told you guys to refill this.”

stefan looked to klaus, then back at you.

“you seem to be ready to go off into the world as your own vampire,” stefan said.

“you sure? you just taught me how to compel,” you said, very confused.

“but you also fed on and compelled someone without any leadership successfully,” stefan stated.

“but aren’t you guys gonna teach me other stuff?” you asked. “like what?” klaus questioned.

“i don’t know, like how to kill an original?” you grinned at him.

klaus let out a hearty laugh. “that’s a secret i’ll never tell.”

“but i’ll tell you,” stefan smirked.

your eyes snapped to his as you felt his knee brush against yours. he gave you an innocent smile, one you knew that meant something very different.

“why don’t we have dinner tonight to celebrate y/n graduating from vampire school,” stefan suggested. “we can eat at the speakeasy we chose her from, and have the guests for desert.”

“can we pick somewhere else? i’d like to think that’d be very traumatic for me,” you said.

“where else would you like to go?” stefan asked. “there’s this amazing steakhouse just a few blocks down from the speakeasy,” you said.

“we can go there, then,” stefan nodded. “how are the guests?” klaus asked.

“don’t know. guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” you grinned.

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you adjusted the top of your dress, making sure not too much breast was showing so no one would call you trashy. you were getting ready for dinner with stefan and klaus. you usually wouldn’t dress up for anything or anyone, but this steakhouse was fancy and its dress code was semiformal.

you had chosen sea-blue velvet dress that used to be your older sister’s. its sleeves and skirt were breathable and loose, the top and middle-section of the dress more tight-fitting and hugging your curves in all the right places. you were wearing a silver, faux diamond necklace, matching earrings with black, strapped heels. your lips were a blood-red, your eye lashes long and curled to frame your eyes perfectly.

you would never admit it, but you weren’t only dressing up for the steakhouse. you were dressing up for yourself and stefan. most of the clothes he’s seen you wore were old, regular-day clothes. you actually had opted to wear more raggedy clothes when you were learning how to feed, too, so he’s never seen you in your best, but tonight was the night that you could truly wow him.

you used your vampire speed to get to the steakhouse from your apartment, stopping just a block away. you walked normally the rest of the way, clutching your handbag as you entered the restaurant.

“hi, ms. do you have a reservation?” the host asked.

“yeah, table for three under the name salvatore or mikaelson,” you said.

“stefan salvatore?” the host asked. “yes,” you nodded.

“it seems as though it was only a table for two. is that correct?”

“um, yeah,” you nodded, a little confused. “follow me,” he said, grabbing you a menu.

you smiled at him, following him to the back of the steakhouse. it was low-lit with only a few tables that were seated, all of them exclusively with couples. the host led you to a black booth in the corner, the only other person seated there was stefan.

“here you are, ms. your waiter will be with you soon.”

“thank you,” you smiled at him.

you turned to stefan. “where is klaus?”

“he had some family business to take care of. it’ll be just you and me tonight. i hope that’s okay?” stefan asked.

“yeah, it’s fine,” you gulped, sitting down a little ways away from him.

“you look beautiful, by the way,” he complimented, his eyes admiring your outfit.

“thank you,” you said. “you don’t look too bad yourself.”

he looked a little too good. he was wearing a black and white suit with his hair combed back. he had a little black bowtie around his neck with suspenders under his coat.

“oh, i know,” he smirked. you rolled your eyes. “are you ever not cocky?”

“i don’t know what you mean,” stefan shrugged.

you chuckled, “sure you don’t. so, tell me, did klaus really have family plans for did you just want to get me alone?”

“both, and it worked out perfectly,” he answered.

“and why did you want to eat with me alone?” you questioned.

“we never get alone time. your bond with klaus is obviously stronger, and i want to leave you with good memories of me when we send you off on your own,” he explained.

you raised a brow, not excepting that his intentions were so pure.

“you would tell me the other reason if there was one, right?”

“of course,” he nodded. his hand rested on your knee.

your eyes dropped down slowly to his hand, then back up to his face. “well, i’m glad you didn’t at least cancel dinner.”

“why would i? this is an amazing restaurant. you have great taste.”

your eyes flickered to his lips back up to his eyes, then to your menu. “i hope i do,” you sighed

you both ordered your food and drinks, sitting together in awkward silence for at least ten minutes until stefan spoke up.

“is this your own dress?” he asked. “no, it was my sister’s,” you answered.

“you seem to think highly of your sister. are you two close?” he asked.

“no, but, we were. she’s a lot older than me, so the age gap kept us apart. it was hard to relate to her. she was fourteen when i was born — we belong to different fathers. she didn’t like me at first. she always had to take care of me, but once i got older, we got along. she helped me throughout high school, with my first boyfriend, sneaking out of the house, all that fun stuff. but as soon as it was time for me to go to college, she had already moved away and was starting to build her own life. she has three kids and a husband who seems wonderful.”

“did you ever end up going to college?” stefan asked.

“no,” you shook your head. “my mom had my baby brother with her new husband, so of course, i had to stay home and help her take care of him. he’s about four years old now.”

“that wasn’t too long ago. do you still help with him now?” he asked.

“not really. my mom just needed help with nighttime feeding and rocking him back to sleep. ever since he turned two, they’ve barely needed me,” you explained. you took a drink of wine, sighing as you thought about your life in the last four-to-five years. “it’s been lonely, not being needed, but it’s nice being free and being in charge of my own life. i bought my first apartment two years ago and ever since then, i’ve just been hanging out with friends.”

“what about money? how do you pay rent?”

“my dad gives me money,” you admitted sheepishly. “he says he does it because he doesn’t want me to starve and perish, but i know it’s because he feels bad about leaving my mom and i when she found out she was pregnant with me.”

stefan’s brows raised. he was genuinely shocked. “wow, i’m so sorry.”

you shrugged, “yeah, whatever. you don’t have to show fake pity, i’ve seen and heard enough of it.”

“no, no, i’m not faking it. i’ve had a complicated and unfortunate family, too.”

“oh, really? please, do tell,” you said.

“well, my brother and i were born in the 1800s. i was born in 1846, my brother in 1839. he is a lot older than me, too. maybe not as old as your sister, but i can relate with the not being old enough to hang out together until a certain age. he fought in world war II while i stayed at home. he went to harvard while i stayed at home. we didn’t really have much in common except for a woman,” he explained.

“oh? well, nothing like a great girl to tear two brothers apart,” you chuckled.

stefan smiled with you. “she wasn’t a great girl. her english name is katherine pierce, but her birth name is katerina petrova. she was a vampire long before she met us and compelled us and fed us vampire blood without our knowledge for almost a year. she was also having sex with both of us.”

“wow. did she like one of you more?”

“me,” he smiled a little. “and did you return the same feelings?” you questioned.

“i did, or i thought i did. who knows, she compelled me to do whatever she wanted. they say that the compulsion breaks when you become a vampire, but i don’t remember her compelling me to fall in love with her. i suppose i did, but i didn’t fall as hard as damon did. he was devastated when he found out she loved me more, it tore us apart. i was hurt, but he was hurt tremendously more. i got over it quicker while he mourned the loss of the love of his life. she ended up dying. i was heartbroken when my father took her away, so i guess i was in love with her, but not anymore.” “you say that because you have your humanity off or because it’s true?” you cocked your head.

stefan chuckled, grinning a little. “i say that because it’s true. yes, i think about her from time to time and i have a picture of her in one of my books, but i’m not in love with her anymore. i love her, i always will, but we were over a long time ago. now, if you ask damon, he would deny that he was in love with her and say that he hates her, but he still mourns her loss every day.”

“do you talk to damon a lot?”

“no. i haven’t seen him in years, but we always come back together,” he said.

“you two do have an eternity together,” you stated. “we do. one day we might stay close together forever,” he smiled.

“i hope so. it seems like you really miss him.” you put your hand on his that was resting on the table.

he turned to face you, smiling thankfully. you stared in his eyes, seeing the little shred of humanity he might have had left.

“thank you. i hope you and your sister get the chance to grow closer, too.” he looked into your eyes, searching them. he felt only a tiny bit bad about leading you on. he could see the love in your eyes, the desperation your heart felt for him to kiss you right now. your pupils were wide and your skin was sweaty and hot, signs of basic attraction. oh, how he was going to hate breaking your heart whenever he decided to turn his humanity back on.

“thank you,” you said, your eyes dropping down to his lips once again.

you moved your head in closer, your stomach churning as you got closer and closer to him. he noticed your slow movements and didn’t stop it. he was curious to what this kiss would feel like. he wanted to know if all this leading on was worth it.

your lips met his tenderly, almost hesitantly. the better half of your brain was telling you to stop, to pull away. that this wasn’t worth it and he was playing you. but the part of your brain that had fell into his trap didn’t let you pull away. you hung on, enjoying every second of the kiss. for a moment you didn’t care about the heartache you might endure after tonight. you just wanted to enjoy this moment forever. it seemed like he wanted to, too.

his hand wrapped around the back of your waist, pulling you closer to where you practically on top of him. your hands went up to his neck, cradling his head and holding him close. his lips moved with yours surprisingly slow. you didn’t think he knew how to kiss gently. the way he grasped your hip made your stomach turn, your head dizzy, and the area between your thighs warm.

as your kiss continued, you started to cry. it all became evident to you that he was going to break your heart after this. your first great big love that you had developed in the span of three days, and your enhanced emotions made your feelings ten times worse. you knew this wound’ve happened, you weren’t exactly the strongest in the love department. you just wished he was different.

stefan felt the tears drop on his skin and pulled away. he opened his eyes, face filling with confusion.

“what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked in a quiet voice.

you looked into his eyes, tears falling harder on your face. “i’m so stupid,” you whispered.

“why?” he asked, although you both knew he already knew the answer.

“thank you for teaching me how to be a vampire, for giving me an eternity to live. thank you for listening to me talk about my family, i have never opened up to someone like that about them, especially about my sister. thank you for opening up to me, i can’t imagine that being easy. and thank you for letting me kiss you. i knew how this would end, i was just hoping it wouldn’t end like this.”

“y/n…” his voice trailed off.

“you’re not in love with me, i know that. i wished you were, though,” you sobbed quietly.

“i liked the kiss, but you’re right, i’m not in love with you. i’m sorry,” he apologised.

he knew he should’ve felt more bad than he did, but he didn’t.

“i hope you see your brother soon, and your parents if they are still alive.” you stood up, grabbing your clutch.

“i hope i will see you soon,” he said as you were leaving.

“i don’t,” you whispered, but you knew he could hear you.

you walked away, sobbing. you went back to your apartment, collapsing down on the floor and crying. a few moments later and your phone started ringing. you stood up, sniffling as you walked over to the desk. you picked it up, trying to collect yourself.

“h-hello?” you said, your voice hoarse.

“hey, y/n/n,” your sister’s voice sounded.

your eyes widened and you stood in shock.

“y/n, hello?” she asked.

“s-sorry, i’m just shocked to hear your voice. why are you calling?” you asked.

“well, i got a feeling that you were in trouble. am i wrong?” she asked.

“you’re not wrong,” you chuckled sourly. “well, i’ll be in town tomorrow for ron’s business meeting. i’ll have the kids with a babysitter. i was figuring we could hang out like old times?” she asked.

“i’d really like that,” you nodded. “i really need my sister,” you let out a breathy laugh.

“oh, y/n. i miss you, too.”

you started to cry again. “i’ve missed you more.”

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“would you still love me if I turned into a worm?” | blurbs

🌱 pairings: reader x blaise zabini, cedric diggory, draco malfoy, fred weasley, george weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, neville longbottom (sorted in alphabetical order)

🌱 warning tags: language, probably

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Blaise Zabini

“A what, now?” your boyfriend asks, halting the movements of his quill to look up at you; brows furrowed as if it’s the most absurd thing he has ever heard in his entire life.

“You know, those wiggly things that—”

“I know what worms are, (y/n). But what the hell?”

“Dunno,” you shrug. “I’m bored.”

“So you thought about what it’d be like to turn into a worm?” his eyes narrow out of pure bewilderment, blinking once, twice, as he finally turns back to his unfinished essay. “Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of yours.”

“Not my fault you’re taking so long with that assignment,” you grumble as you begin to shift on the puffy couch, feeling somewhat annoyed by how cold and empty it is without the other boy in it. “And besides, you love me.”

An amused chuckle escapes his lips. “Can’t say that I don’t.”

“Even as a worm?”

“Will you stop asking if I said yes?”

You nod happily, giving him the answer he needs— or well, wants, really. Even though Blaise couldn’t quite understand the pointless question, he knows it’s significant to an extent.

“Yeah, alright. I would. Now give me five minutes and we can get out of here. Deal?”

A glint of satisfaction flashes through your eyes as you give him a hum in return, thinking to yourself that maybe the silly questions could be more useful than you thought.

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Cedric Diggory

The moment the words leave your mouth, Cedric's first reaction is to laugh. He didn't mean for it to come out in a condescending way. He hadn't even meant to laugh, to begin with. But judging by the way you pout with both arms crossed, that might just have been how it came accross.

"I'm sorry," he offers sheepishly. "you were saying?"

"You heard me. I said what I've said," you grumble, despite not being genuinely upset at the hufflepuff boy you've grown to love.

"Wait, I need to get this straight," he takes another breath of air. "You're serious?"

"What do you think?" you pout once again, turning away slightly from your boyfriend. This only seems to ignite his amusement as much as it does his guilt. A second or two later, his arm finds its way around your shoulder, the other brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.

"You really haven't figured it out yet?" he asks with a genuine grin on his face. You begin to eye him curiously, appreciating the charm of his pearly white teeth as you wait for the boy to go on. Soon, he pulls you into his lap where his arms craddle you lovingly.

"Sunshine," he begins. "I'm surprised you still have to ask. But if that's one way of putting my love for you, then yes. You'd be my favorite worm in the entire world."

"Promise?" you present your pinkie finger as a final means to seal the deal.

With one last chuckle, he wraps his fingers around yours. "Promise."

Everything that happens next is a flurry of innocent pecks and kisses planted along your skin, coupled with the security of two warm arms holding you in place.

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Draco Malfoy

"And what exactly do you expect me to say to that?" comes his first response after a long moment of trying to figure out just how in Merlin's name your mind came up with that question.

You, on the other hand, can't help but giggle at the slytherin boy's confusion. "Whatever's on your mind right now will do."

"Well, to be honest with you, I can't quite stomach the idea of my own girlfriend turning into a bloody worm." he nearly spits the words out, softening his edge only when your eyes meet once again. "If you were expecting a different answer, I suggest moving on to the next bloke."

Draco wasn't lying about that first bit. Worms have always been an insignificant, unseen creature in his world; wiggling in the muckiest of places where they could easily be stepped on. Hence, he doesn't like to imagine you—someone so perfectly ethereal and quintessential in every single way; the only source of light shining into his pathetic excuse of a life—to be compared to a dirty worm, of all things.

"That doesn't mean I don't love you, though," he adds in a bit of a guilty tone; voice much, much softer this time. He brings your hand to his lips, dropping a few kisses on its skin. "I just much prefer having you as you already are."

You snuggle deeper into him, indicating that you already know exactly what he means.

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Fred Weasley

“A worm!” Fred exclaims, nearly forgetting the food on his plate altogether. "What a brilliant idea!"

A few seats away, you can already see Ginny clamping her mouth shut as to not burst into fireworks of laughter. You mirror her gesture, eyes now on Fred once again, watching him announce this idea of yours to your entire group of friends.

Ron, who's not that thrilled to see his brother's public displays of affection, lets out a groan. "Wouldn't have asked him that if I were you."

"You think so?" comes your reply. "He seems to be having a lot of fun with this." you both glance at Fred, who is indeed already coming up with some sort of thrilling plot.

"Did you hear that, George?"

"Sure did, Fred."

"I reckon we could come up with a potion for that," he muses, turning back to look at you. "Give me a week or two and we can start living out that worm dream of yours, love."

"Wait, Freddie, you're getting it all wrong," you begin explaining, tugging on the boy's sleeve slightly to keep his attention on you, "It was just a silly little question. I don't actually plan on turning into a worm or anything like that."

At this point, you half expect his enthusiasm to die down from the grounding effect of your words. In reality, it doesn't.

"S'that so?" he replies, earning a nod from you. "Looks like you're missing the bigger picture to me, (y/n). Isn't that right, George?"

"Right you are, Fred." the said boy affirms. "Sorry, (y/n). I'm with him on this one."

With a sigh, you turn back to Ron, who's busily stuffing his mouth with a look on his face that says I told you so. You shake your head with a small smile at your boyfriend's shenanigans. You're not sure how you can both dread and anticipate the day of his worm adventures.

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George Weasley

"That's a new one," he asserts with an amused laugh. The boy rests his head against one of his palms, feeling instantly intrigued by your proposition. "Now tell me more about this worm business of yours."

"That's about it, actually." you admit sadly.

George frowns at this, wishing he could hear more worm stories and whatnot. Mostly he's just happy to see the way you talk about things passionately. Makes him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside in a way he can't ever get enough of.

"That's quite alright. I'll do the talking, then." he offers, rubbing his chin to think of what to say next. You light up in your seat, eyes wide in anticipation. Now it's your turn to eagerly wait for his response once again.

"I've got an idea. We could run off and start a new life— as worms!" he beams all of a sudden. You raise a brow for him to go on, not exactly complaining about your boyfriend's excitement towards the topic. "I'm only turning into a worm to make sure I can properly take care of you, of course. Wouldn't want to—er—squash you between my big human fingers, now do we?"

You both erupt into a chorus of laughter at the conjectured image, melting into one another like two fitting puzzle pieces. When you finally catch your breath again, you pose the main question once more, "So I'm concluding you're still going to love me, then?"

"Love you?" he repeats. "Oh darling, I'll be marrying you in a grand worm wedding!"

You can't hold back the gasp that escapes your lips, more than thrilled to have the first mention of marriage between you. Not too long after, you transform into a complete fit of giggles when George continues. "Then we'll happily live our worm lives, 'till death do us apart. Or when, you know, some bloke accidentally steps on us. Whichever comes first."

You lean into him lovingly to steady yourself after all the laughing. Taking a deep breath in, you mumble a soft, "You always know how to make me laugh, Georgie."

And the truth is, he wouldn't have it any other way. Worms or not.

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Hermione Granger

"I'm sorry, I don't think I understand the point of this question."

"Which part, exactly?" you inquire, watching your girlfriend pull out another book from the wooden library shelves.

A few seconds pass before you get your answer. "You're not a worm," she states simply, eyeing you up and down as if to prove her point.

"Yes, thank you for pointing that out, 'Mione," you follow her to the next section. "Which is why I said if I turned into a worm."

The girl looks at you again, analyzing your words and expression briefly before coming to another conclusion. "I still don't understand." she pauses to think. "Unless you might be interested in becoming an Animagus? Even then, opting for a worm wouldn't be very... effective."

You roll your eyes, speeding up to block the girl's way. She lets out a non-committal "Hey!", only for you to quickly muffle it with a warm kiss. A moment or two later, you pull away with a smirk that makes her heart melt. "Just answer the question, would you?"

Still slightly caught off guard from the contact, Hermione finally caves in. "Alright, you cheeky flirt. I love you. Even as a notional worm."

Satisfied with her answer, you plant another peck— this time on her cheek, before announcing a gentle "I love you, too."

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Harry Potter

The way his lips purse into a straight line tells you that Harry doesn't exactly understand the question. Not really, at first. Aside from being an entirely foreign concept to his ears, it also seems like an odd thing to ask someone, unless— "Oh! You're an Animagus!"

The smile on your face instantly drops at this. "What? No—"

"Why didn't you just say so, (y/n)?" he begins what—at the time—you don't know is going to be a nearly endless ramble. "I was planning on telling you this for a while now, but I know someone who's an Animagus, actually. In fact, I think you two would get along fantastically!" he lights up at the sudden idea, flailing his arms in the air out of excitement. "Yes, maybe I can try getting the both of you to meet up. No promises, of course, but what do you think?"

"I think you've got it all wrong," you frown; knowing you would have to disappoint your boyfriend and how you're not very fond of the idea.

"What do you mean?" he asks, albeit barely giving you a second to reply. "(y/n), it's alright, really. You know you don't have to hide yourself from me. Besides, I think it's brilliant!— what you can do, I mean."

The smile he gives you is the epitome of love itself, and now you're not quite sure how to handle the messy situation without pulling out the rug underneath Harry's feet. All you can do is squeeze his shoulder with a guilty smile, promising to talk about it again after dinner.

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Luna Lovegood

"Of course. Worms are lovely, don't you think?" she says with a dreamy smile. You gape at how easily the answer could be pried from your girlfriend; no questions asked. But then again, it's not like you hadn't expected this exact outcome already.

"Really?"

"Mhm," comes her gentle hum as she begins to stir her honeyed chamomile tea. A soft smile stays glued on her features, as if she's enjoying the conversation. "What kind of worm would you like to be, (y/n)?"

"I haven't really thought about it that far," You admit. "Are you sure, though? We won't be able to hold hands or anything like that."

You can't tell if you had just imagined the almost-frown tugging on her lips, because when she looks back up at you again, her sweet signature Luna smile is back in its place. "I suppose you're right. But I could carry you around everywhere with me. Wouldn't that be lovely?"

"It would be," you nod. "but can a worm even fit into that pocket of yours?" you question, noticing how hers are stuffed with unknown items; blades of grass sticking out ever so slightly. Flowers, perhaps.

"Oh, there's nothing to worry about. See?" she pulls out a couple of daisies and fairy foxgloves to reveal a now empty pocket. "Now, would you like some tea?"

You eagerly join her on the table, snuggling against your girlfriend ever so slightly as you both begin to talk about your day. The entire worm ordeal is slowly slipping out of your mind already.

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Neville Longbottom

Neville stops in his tracks at your question, taking a moment to toss the idea back and forth in his mind before he can give you a proper answer. You nearly giggle when his face scrunches up, brows knit and lips parted as he innocently asks, “But why would you turn into a worm?”

"Neville, love, no. It's a hypothetical question."

His entire body relaxes at this, releasing what you assume is a breath of relief. "Oh. I thought you were being serious for a moment there."

You shake your head with a giggle, taking a step closer to adjust the scarf around your boyfriend's neck. "I'm just curious is all. Would you still love me, then?" you ponder.

"Yes! Of course!" comes his instant reply, hands balled up into fists that match the determination on his face. "I would get you a nice worm house with all your favorite flowers in it," he bends one of his gloved finger inwards, beginning to keep count of this hypothetical to-do list. "Would you still be able to have human food? Well, either way, I promise to feed you every single day!"

He pauses, only for a second or two. "Oh! And I'll sing you worm songs! Or maybe we can sing them together? I don't know if you would still be able to talk as a worm though."

You swiftly pull him into an affectionate hug, effectively bringing his rambling—as well as the entire worm topic—to an end. His hands sheepishly find their home around your waist, where he places them softly as if it's his first time hugging you. After all the months of being together, it certainly isn't.

"What was that for?" he dares himself to ask, avoiding your eye contact shyly.

"For being the most loving and adorable boyfriend I could ever ask for," you lean in to plant a soft, gentle kiss on his cheek. You don't miss the way he pulls up his scarf to hide the blossoming blush afterwards.

I have no idea why I wrote this either lol <3

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the horrors of econs [teaser]

✦ PAIRING: satan x f!reader ✦ SUMMARY: Okay, you didn’t mean to summon a demon nor did you mean to throw a book at him but hey, it’s not like you expected the literal embodiment of Wrath to apparate in your apartment! Now, if only he could go back to where he came from… ✦ WARNING: College AU, crack, mild mentions of violence ✦ WC: 1K

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You were going to kill Solomon.

It’s a well-known fact that that guy was shady but really? Was he trying to give you an express pass straight to Death’s doorstep or something? Maybe he had always harboured a secret dislike for you because why on earth did the Economic textbook he lent you summon a--demon?!

“Human. Are you done staring at me?” The man--no, demon? brushes off the dust on the back of his pants. Wait, were those cow prints you see? No, wait. What are those hideous things draped across his neck? And, what was with his disaster of a shirt? For a second, you thought you had teleported to an alternate Jojo Bizarre Adventure universe.

”Your outfit is ugly as hell.” You blurted out, hands delayed in flying up to cover your mouth when you realised the words had escaped from you. The man--no, demon turns with flashing eyes, his tail swishing dangerously behind him. Oh my god, were those spikes embedded in them? Suddenly, you regret ever opening your mouth. This is why people always tell you to keep your mouth shut when you are in a sleep-deprived state. You could feel sweat beading at the side of your temple as you slowly backed away, edging to the bedroom door.

“Are you courting death, little lamb?” He hissed, taking a step closer. You took furtive glances around the room, swallowing hard when you realised the only makeshift weapon you had was the Econs textbook that Solomon had lent you.

“Answer me, human--” The demon mocked you again, arms stretching forward presumably to attack you as you--

You threw the textbook at him.

Thud!

“HAHAHAHA!”

The hands you had raised as a shield were being forcefully put down by the entity in front of you.

Great, it seemed like the “demon” was a maniac too.

After struggling in his grip for a good minute, you gave up the fight and waited for his laughter to die down. “HAHAHAHA. I never thought the day would come when I would get bested by a human. HAHAHA.” The entity in front of you kept mumbling to himself with a crazed look in his eyes. Honestly, you were getting kinda worried for him too. There’s no way getting smacked by a book is as funny as he made it sound.

“So human, tell me why you summoned a demon.”

Well, at least you got your answer to the burning question plaguing you. However, it was not something you wanted to hear at the moment. It wasn’t reassuring, one bit at all.

“I’m really interested to hear what you want. Tell me why a measly human like you summoned one of the seven Denizens of Hell.” Said demon asked, voice growly in a way that gave you butterflies in the stomach; but the butterflies were trying to tear its way out to escape.

It took you a few moments to register his statement. The seven Denizens of Hell? You weren’t familiar with the concept but it seems to indicate that the demon standing before you holds a high rank which could potentially spell more trouble for you.

“You’re not lying.” He concluded after a second. “Though, something must have happened for me to be summoned.” He sighed, finally moving out of your personal space to scan around your room – which had been trashed from the black void that had opened up to teleport the demon.

As you quietly bemoaned the state of your living quarters, the demon strides towards the textbook lying innocently on the ground. “This is it.” He bent at the waist to lean down and studied the title of the book. “An Introduction to Economics: 1st Edition.” He said stonily.

“How did you know?” It was a curious sight to witness, a demon with actual horns completed with a barbed tail was standing in the middle of the wreckage of your room as if he belonged there. You could hardly believe it but sadly, no matter how many times you rubbed your eyes, the scene remained the same.

“I felt the magic radiating off it.” He answered simply.

“Where did you get the book from?”

“My friend lent it to me because-- Oh fuck.” You suddenly froze, feeling the blood drain from your face. The demon stared at you inquisitively, prompting you to finish your sentence.

“I have an exam tomorrow.”

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a/n ▸ teaser teaser!! im still writing the rest of it but i just really like the introductory part of this so i wanted to make a separate post. im also not sure if this would end up as a series or just a long fic so bear w me huehue

edit #1 - full fic out here now!!

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husbandohunter · 3 years ago

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May I request a Childe X Reader fanfic where the reader has been pushing herself too hard lately and so Childe has to forcefully get her to rest? ty

By my side [Childe x Reader]//Genshin Impact

Synopsis: You were an artist and he was an adventurer. Two people from vast backgrounds and Childe just wants to spend some time of his busy life with you. However, things didn't really go his way...at first.

(Childe x F!reader. Its all fluff)

(A/n): Perfect request anon. I too, would like to have a Childe in my life. Been getting 5-6 hours of sleep on average 😃😁. Yeah kind tossed some extra ideas with artist s/o, its a perfect reason for anyone to be busy.

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Once recieving the permission to take a week off from his diplomatic duties, the first thing Childe thought of was none other than his lovely significant other.

The harbinger knew quite well what lays ahead of his ventures to Liyue. During his quest for the archon's gnosis, he encountered many interesting events, such as meeting the rumoured traveller hailing from afar and a broke yet courteous man who turned out to be the ultimate ruler of this very country he walks upon then there was the battle against a dead god until he revived it using the sigil of permission. All of them were great additions to his story as Ajax the hero, something he always wanted to pursue since childhood. In which, also gave him something nice to write about when preparing letters for his siblings living back home. But little did the harbinger know that he'll one day bump into the heroine. A little too soon. Through your little art shop, he met you, a sweet and audacious woman with plenty of humour. That was how it all began.

While he strides down the streets between Liyue's exquisite buildings, Childe suddenly stops in his tracks and looks up to the sky. There, was painted a scenery of an evening dusk, sun rays relfected across until red and orange hues cast a river stream that led to the ends of the world. He watched the birds follow that streak like it was a path made for them to fly towards. A new adventure. You would have loved to captured this in your pictures.

And then he wonders, what might you be painting right now?

"Hey babe, I'm home~"

In a sing-song voice he calls out to you by your nick-name. You knew that Childe was an active member of the Fatui and that his time was limited, hence he made sure to write to you as well. Of course long distant relationships only makes the waiting more anticipated. When he does pay a visit, you'd run straight into his open arms, leaping off your feet to engulf him in one enourmous embrace. Then his hands will hold against your waist as he spins your round and around in the air, stealing the laughter out of your lungs before planting you back on the floor. Sometimes Childe would consider that being far away wasn't be such a bad idea as long as he was able to experience this, the harder the battle, the sweeter the victory. However...

"That's great."

He was met by a response similar to the wintry grace of Snezhnaya.

Huh?

All the fantasies he had from earlier shatters in the background as he stands there frozen. You didn't even spare a glance to the entrance, eyes still glued to the large canvas displayed at your front, too busy to even care. Childe clicks his tongue between the awkward silence with an uncertain expression. When there was no signs of initiation on your part, he shuffled his way to where you were and observes from behind.

"Well you're particularly quiet today," he muses to himself, placing a hand over his hip, "I guess that painting of yours must be really important then."

It was obvious that he was trying to nudge you into his favour. Something that you've found endearing was how quickly your boyfriend can be when he's in a needy state. So you quickly twisted over to peck him on the cheek before going back to work.

"That's better," Childe satisfiedly grins, "So who is this project for?"

"It's a commission requested by a wealthy family serving the Qixing. They're really influential in terms of the market and can really give me a competitive edge. I have to get it done in five days."

His tone flactuates as he squints his eyes, "Five days you say," he disliked the news of your schedule taking over his own, Childe only managed to take a week off and after that, he'll be away for quite some time, "Why don't you take a break? From the looks of your progress, it seems to me that you've been working on it for hours. I've got plenty of interesting stories to tell and you know, nothing can compare to sharing a warm meal within your company," he leans down to your ear level, "How does that sound?"

Several seconds went by as he waits for some sort of reaction, "Oh. Right," you blurted out and the harbinger only smiles, "I made some food earlier this morning. You can go help yourself if you're hungry."

Today was not his day.

Childe pulls out the wooden chair and slumps into the seat, a defeated huff escaping his mouth as he stared at the crystal shrimp placed on the table. It was hastily wrapped by plastic, most likely cold for a while, just like the romantic evening he had planned in his head. Normally you'll be sitting on the otherside while listening to the many tales he went through along the way. Although painting was your passion, it was undeniable that you also enjoyed his kind of lifestyle if you ever had the choice. He was rather surprised on how someone ambitious like him would end up with such a simplistic person but quickly accepted it as life was meant to be unpredictable, just the way he likes it. As Childe entertains you with his stories, he'll listen to your giggles amidst eating the homecooked meals that you both prepared together.

"I wonder if she ate already," he mumbled to his lone self. You most likely did but Childe knows you well. Artists are obsessed and they can go as far as to neglecting their own health for the sake of their masterpieces. Hence, he made sure to remind you to eat properly through the letters he wrote to you.

The harbinger takes a quick glance around the kitchen. It was a mess. The cupboards were slightly opened, metal pots were still displayed on the stone stove and the stench coming from the sink....

Childe pushes himsel up to see what was the cause.

Not even the dishes were washed.

Running his fingers through his bangs, he sighs wearily, "Old habits die hard huh?" And above all else, when artists are obsessed they also forget how disorganized they can become. Childe begins to roll up his sleeves before taking off his gloves. At times like this he'll have to pitch in and take care of it for you, "Looks like I'll be here for a while."

Throughout three sunsets and three moonrises, Childe had no option but to observe you from afar, minus the few attempts he made to regain your attention again. How you would go to bed much later than him, waking up before he opens his eyes and the effort he put into making your food only left with too many leftovers. It wasn't that you were unappreciative, instead, your mind had become too focused that your body was considered a second priority. Like anyone else, Childe genuinely thought you possessed great talent and supports you wholeheartedly. He loved it when you painted pictures just for him as if they were scenes coming out of his hero story, reminded by his adventures, capturing every detail. However he also needed to learn how to deal with this stubborn side of yours.

"Hey babe, I just finished preparing our dinner. Don't you smell that? Such a rich aroma, you should go eat."

"I'm busy."

Your diet were just small bites, the rest being substituted by coffee. Childe could clearly tell that you weren't getting enough sleep either as there were dark circles forming underneath your eyes and slowly, he was starting to become a little irritated.

Three hours passed midnight but you were still awake in the same place doing the same thing. Childe leans against the doorframe with arms folded, already changed into his sleeping clothes. He clears his throat to break the silence, "Ahem."

Your wrist hangs in mid air by the sound of a strange visitor, it was your boyfriend. Gaze in a daze, you lazily turned your head, "What time is it?"

"Way passed the sleeping hours as you can see," he points with his thumb at the table clock in a half-hearted manner, "You should already be in bed by now and don't think you can coax yourself out of the situation this time," his eyes parted in slits as he added with a smile, "Otherwise I might just have to force you myself."

You shook your head, "Give me one more hour? There's some finishing touches I really want to add so," clasping your hands together, you beamed sweetly, "Pretty please? I'll finish up soon."

"Oh really?" Childe challenges, head tossed back like he was interrogating you instead, "I believe that was also what you told me yesterday. And the day before? Adding up all of those days that would be.....four in total?" He deliberately counts upon his fingers before facing you again, this time his expression was slightly more serious, "As much as I find your determination remarkable, there are moments when you need to consider a sufficient amount of rest and this just isn't going to cut it."

"Four days already?!" You exclaimed, "Jeez, I don't even know if I'm halfway done."

Pressing his lips together, Childe glares in an acutely deadpanned countenance, it was also his time too, "Can't you ask this commissioner to extend your due date to next week? In your case, mora shouldn't be the issue since, well...you're dating me anyways."

It's true. Childe was the main reason why you didn't have to live as a starving artist. He had all your expenses fully covered from the marketing aspect to your residence, you simply chose to work out of pure will.

"I don't want to always rely on you so much," you confessed, "This commissioner could turn my whole career around. If I'm able to gain his favour, maybe I'll get promoted to a court painter for the Qixing! Who knows when there will ever be a chance like this again," pumping your fists, you spoke purposefully, "I'll pull an all nighters if I have to!"

Childe brings his hand to his forehead, you looked as if you were nearly about to collapse and yet still considering the option of an all-nighters? The harbinger should've detained you days prior before.

"Hm? Childe, what's wrong?" He suddenly falls deadly quiet and you watched him walk closer towards you, "What are--"

Hooking an arm behind your knees and the other at your back, your boyfriend lifts you up in one full swoop as he tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Guess we'll have to do things the hard way," he remarks cheerfully.

"W-Wait," you flailed your arms and kicked your legs but to no avail. Childe was an experienced combatant indeed, "Put me down! I have work to do."

Your protests fall upon deaf ears as the harbinger carries you to your room. You were oddly lighter than the last time he carried you, the strength less vigor than before, it was obvious that your body was in need of relaxation. He suddenly thinks there was a possibility that you would maintain this habit while he was absent.

I should probably visit more often.

Using his free leg to nudge the door open, he places you upon the shared bed in a gentle manner. You winced at the impact of the soft sheets, surprised by how much it affect you.

"There we go. All done. Man, you really are a stubborn one, aren't you. Makes me a little worried since I can't spoil you all the time."

He quickly invited himself to the empty space on your bedside and wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you close and feeling you whole. Childe made sure there was no escape once putting his chin above your hairline so that you could feel his warmth as much as possible.

"This is--" you stuttered. His tactic was enough to make your limbs soften and you could almost hear him smirk into the distance, "This is cheating..."

"You think so?" He comments as if pledging innocence, "I don't know babe. Where I come from those who take the initiative are the ones who end up claiming the prize," pulling back, Childe takes the opportunity to observe your pouty face, "I don't make the rules. It's just how it goes."

You wanted to argue back but he suddenly took the bedsheets and covered both of your bodies with, completely trapping you with his presence. He snuggles into you further as if you were a bear made of linen and you felt the drowsiness taking over your mind. The way he gently pats down the back of your head was enough to instantly lull you into a deep sleep.

"Cheater," you mumbled.

He laughs softly, the rumbles emitting through his chest, "I love you too babe."

Even after you've let go of your resistance, Childe continues his actions until he was sure that you were resting. He had been longing to touch you like this since living a chaotic life only made peaceful moments much sweeter, "You're such a hard-worker you know that? I'm proud of you but you have to know when to call it a day," he whispers, "If not, how can I go on trips while knowing that you're still refusing to eat properly?"

You closed your eyes and said nothing in return. All your senses were too cloudy to come up with a reassuring response. Childe listens to the way your breath evens as you intake his scent during the process. It smelled like the soap you used in the showers, lotus leaves mixed with his own unique musk. You could only focus on him. His comforting embrace. His slightly accelerating heartbeat because you were together with him.

Letting out one final yawn, you succumbed to his spell and allowed your energy to drift away.

The corners of his lips tug upwards, "Sleep well princess."

Childe reaches over to your desk drawer and shuts off the alarm clock before turning over to face you again. He couldn't fall asleep immediately, not when he had to consider taking care of the commissioner who gave you an impossible deadline. But that will be saved for another day, for now, he observes in silent serenity.

If he were to quit his job for a year, what would his life be like?

Peaceful. Something opposite of what he was living right now. Something similar to the life he had back home. As you arrange the many paintings in your little home, he'll offer to help you among the places you couldn't reach. Without a doubt, Childe was far taller in comparison. Taking strolls into the streets and trying the new dishes the merchants came up with. Then in the evenings, you'll both go to dinner dates while listening to the storyteller revealing the rumours of the legendary Tianquan Qixing. Although Childe loved the adventurous life he led, he had to admit that your domesticity and family-bringing atmosphere was a tempting idea.

Maybe one day.

He lightly takes a strand that had fallen over your nose and tucked it smoothly behind your ear. The soft snores coming out of your parted lips caused his gaze to melt. And so he steals them with his own, placing a chaste goodnight kiss.

One day I'll be sure to bring my family here with us.

Closing his eyes, he joins you in your slumber, hoping to see all that he envisioned in his dreams.

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rintaroll · 4 years ago

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❝ CHEMISTRY PRACTICE. ❞

— atsumu regrets playing cupid for his brother and his longtime crush.

⊱┊pairing. miya osamu x gn!reader ⊱┊tags. fluff, set in high school, (mutual?) pining, swearing ⊱┊wc. 0.7k ⊱┊note. so... based off a real story but i was atsumu in this scenario 🙄🙄

"this isn't a starin' contest, 'samu. blink."

he sees atsumu smirk from the corner of his eye. with his jaw clenched, he silently wishes he was born an only child. he blinks anyway.

osamu doesn't know how he ended up in this situation. he doesn't even know how exactly he got the main lead in this year's class production drama, but apparently, someone managed to convince the scriptwriters that he'd attract more people with his looks and popularity—not to mention that he’s much easier to manage than atsumu.

he should've known better when his spawn-of-the-devil twin started to bribe him with doing his household chores for a week. "i'll even treat you to yakiniku!" atsumu added.

although he had his suspicions, the incentives clouded his judgment. "fine." but right now, with both of your hands in his and your eyelashes flitting innocently up at him, he wishes he never agreed to do it.

"do we have to..." his words trail off as he avoids your eyes.

"yes. both of ya," atsumu puts each of his hands on top of both of your shoulders, "have ta work on yer chemistry."

"our chemistry is fin-"

"yeah, yeah." the fake blond waves his hand dismissively. osamu glares at him. "anyways, yer s'posed to compliment each other while ya do this."

"i-"

"that's easy," you chirp. osamu makes the mistake of looking back at you. "right, 'samu?"

his adam's apple bobs as he gulps. his name sounds nice when it’s rolling off your tongue. "yeah. yeah, sure."

"alright." a few seconds of silence pass with atsumu looking expectantly at osamu. nothing. nothing? really? so much for the hyogo playboy pride. atsumu rolls his eyes. "y/n, ya go first."

you hum. osamu tries to distract himself from the fact that you're currently shamelessly scanning him up and down. the attempt is to no avail when he noticed the proximity between the two of you. so close, he swears he can count your eyelashes. so close, he can smell your body mist and the sweet, familiar scent of your shampoo every time he inhales.

"i'd say you're handsome, but i'd be complimenting atsumu too, and we don't want to inflate his ego any further, do we?" osamu bites back a grin, forcefully tearing his eyes away from your lips.

atsumu scoffs. "i'm obviously better lookin' than this dumbass."

"sure." you drawl out the word while laughing, eliciting a snicker from osamu.

"fuck you guys." atsumu snaps. he's starting to regret playing cupid for the both of you. "hurry and compliment him already."

"i love your smile. it's cute." you say when the laughter died down. "i just noticed you had a dimple on your left cheek," you add. you resist the urge to poke the dimple while osamu gives up trying to fight off another smile.

"thanks," he mumbles.

you beam at him. osamu swears the room was spinning for a second. letting a moment of silence pass, atsumu watches both of you look at each other like lovesick puppies with crossed arms."'samu? hello? it's your turn now."

"oh. um... you..." he ponders, grey eyes raking over your appearance, from the top of your head to your worn, white sneakers. "you... have eyes..." he facepalms mentally as the words die on the tip of his tongue.

you purse your lips, trying to keep in the laughter that’s bubbling up from your throat. atsumu beats you to it and lets out the most obnoxious laughter that makes osamu want to bury himself six feet deep into the ground. "c'mon, ya can do better than that, man."

osamu clears his throat, trying to regain back the composure (and dignity) he had lost. "your eyes are pretty," he blurts out. "they... sparkle sometimes, and, and you scrunch them up when you laugh."

"i do?" the ghost of an amused smile dances on your lips. "you pay really close attention to me, huh?"

he nods. the nodding stops when your second question registers in his brain. "wait no-"

you laugh, eyes scrunching up, just as osamu had described. he smiles, letting you squeeze his hands. your head falls forward against his chest and he freezes. like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes widen and they immediately search for atsumu's for comfort.

atsumu senses the distress behind his brother’s gaze. shaking his head in disappointment, he claps his hands together. "alright, time's up. y/n, i think they need ya for a fittin'."

your head lifts up, and osamu breathes out the sigh he didn't know he had been holding. he finally drops your hands, letting you leave him and the delighted blond beside him behind. "see you later." you throw a grin over your shoulder before walking away.

osamu watches your figure grow smaller with his heart thumping against his chest. "ya owe me." atsumu pats his back. "ya owe me so bad. wait 'til suna hears about this."

osamu wishes he was born an only child.

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80pairsofcrocs · 3 years ago

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Jedis and Tin cans || 9

series master list - Star Wars master list - main master list

A/N - my puter is going to die

no taglist for this story, sorry :(

pairings - The mandalorian x teen!reader(platonic), Greef Karga x teen!reader(platonic), The child x teen!reader(platonic), any others will be platonic or specified

TW - language, sexual jokes, mentions of losing a limb, underage drinking, mention of drugs, violence, Star Wars canon stuff, let me know if missed anything

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A few hours had passed peacefully, a span of time that precisely measured five hours, during which y/n had been embraced by the sweet embrace of comfortable slumber, undisturbed by any external forces. However, this tranquil state was abruptly disrupted when the baby, a tiny green being, awakened from its own rest. Seizing a ball from a lever, the infant began to play with it, much to Mando's exasperation, prompting him to repeatedly retrieve the object from the baby's grasp.

"Stop touching things," Mando admonished the little one, hoping to convey the importance of not meddling with unfamiliar objects. Yet, the baby, rather than heeding this warning, decided to fling the small metal ball directly at y/n, resulting in a resounding 'clink' as the projectile made contact with her metallic arm. The unexpected impact jolted y/n from her peaceful slumber, introducing her to the new day with a surprise awakening courtesy of the mischievous infant and its playful antics.

"Hey- what the hell?" She muttered groggily as she slowly awakened to find Mando's presence. "Good morning to you too," Mando responded with a hint of amusement in his voice. Y/n couldn't help but smirk, her eyes still adjusting to the light in the room as she shifted in her chair to sit upright.

"Ah yes, Bucket head, thanks for not killing me in my sleep," Y/n playfully remarked, her smile growing wider as she recalled the numerous close calls she'd encountered in the past. Mando, caught off guard, replied nonchalantly, "No problem?" His voice betraying a touch of curiosity as he leaned in slightly. "Has that happened before?" he inquired, genuinely intrigued by her previous experiences with danger.

Y/n chuckled at the memory, her laughter filling the room as she recounted a particularly harrowing encounter. "Oh yeah! I slept with this girl once, and I woke up with a knife to my throat," she recounted, her expression turning serious for a moment as she tugged at the collar of her shirt to reveal a faint scar nestled beneath her jaw.

The scar, a reminder of past dangers survived, bore witness to her resilience in the face of peril. However, despite the seriousness of the moment, a glint of mischief danced in her eyes, for every scar had a story, and hers was a tale of daring escapades and narrow escapes.

After a brief moment of contemplative silence, she receives only a noncommittal "Hm" in response, followed by a soft, heartwarming coo from the baby nestled in her arms. The silence that initially enveloped them is gently disrupted by the soothing sounds of the child.

Taking charge of the situation with a newfound sense of focus, Mando wastes no time in delving into the details of their current location. As if prompted by y/n's awakening, he steers the conversation towards a more practical direction. "Let's see," he begins, his tone shifting to one of methodical analysis as he navigates the data at hand.

The planet, identified as Sorgan, unravels before them like an intricate puzzle waiting to be solved. With a critical eye, Mando dissects the landscape of Sorgan, his observations painting a vivid picture for y/n. "Looks like there's no star port here," he notes, his voice carrying a hint of disappointment at the lack of a convenient arrival point.

Delving deeper into his examination, he observes the absence of industrial centers, a stark reminder of the planet's secluded nature. The realization dawns upon them that Sorgan, while serene and idyllic, lacks the bustling energy typically associated with densely populated areas.

Their analysis of the planet's features highlights the unique character of Sorgan, with its minimalistic infrastructure and tranquil setting setting it apart from more urbanized worlds. The absence of the usual trappings of civilization only serves to emphasize the raw, unspoiled beauty of the planet, casting it in a new light for y/n and Mando.

As they absorb this newfound knowledge, a sense of adventure tinged with curiosity begins to stir within them, setting the stage for the next chapter of their journey.

As the Mandalorian and y/n settled into their temporary sanctuary in the tranquil marshlands, surrounded by the encompassing solitude, the Mandalorian couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. "Real backwater skug hole. Which means it's perfect for us," he concluded, his voice now carrying a lighter tone, free from the previous tension that had gripped him only moments before.

With a hint of playful sarcasm lacing her words, y/n quipped, "So what are we fugitives now?" Her lips curved into a mischievous smile as she propped her chin delicately on her hand, finding a moment of rest and comfort in the otherwise uncertain circumstances. Leaning back in the makeshift chair, she observed the Mandalorian with a knowing glint in her eye.

"I guess you could say that," the Mandalorian responded, his helmet hiding any visible expression, though his tone held a hint of amusement. "You ready to lay low and stretch your legs for a couple of months, you little womp rat?" he directed his question towards the small, green infant resting peacefully in its cradle nearby, the child's innocent presence bringing a sense of tranquility to their covert refuge.

"He's not a rat, bucket head," y/n playfully sneers at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. The banter between them, filled with friendly teasing, seems to be their way of showing affection.

Mando, hidden behind his helmet, can't help but smirk at her antics, finding solace in the unspoken bond they share. As y/n retrieves the metal ball from the floor and tosses it at Mando's head, the familiar 'clink' echoes in the air, a sound that has become almost comforting in its repetition.

"Watch it," Mando chides, his voice tinged with amusement, as he playfully warns y/n, a hint of fondness in his stern tone. His actions, seemingly gruff on the surface, mask a deeper connection that has formed between them. With a deft motion, Mando picks up the ball, a symbol of their playful back-and-forth, and swiftly screws it back onto the lever, a silent acknowledgment of their shared camaraderie.

In the dimly lit space, their interaction takes on a private, intimate quality, a dance of words and actions that speaks volumes without needing to be explicitly articulated.

As they nestled within the hidden recesses of the forest, shielded from prying eyes, a sense of sanctuary enveloped them. "Nobody's gonna find us here," he assured, redirecting the conversation back to their refuge amidst the lush wilderness. The ship's descent was cued by a deep, resonant hum that reverberated through the air, a signal of their imminent landing.

Intrigued, y/n peered out the window, greeted by a mesmerizing sight; a sea of countless trees stretching endlessly, swaying gently in the breeze. Each tree stood tall and proud, adorned in a plethora of green hues that ranged from deep emerald to vibrant lime. The sunlight filtered through the canopy, creating a patchwork of light and shadow that danced across the verdant landscape.

The forest seemed to be a realm untouched by time, a place where nature reigned supreme and life flourished abundantly in all its untouched glory. y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe at the sheer beauty that surrounded them, a beauty that transcended words and stirred something deep within their soul.

In that moment, as they gazed out at the serene vista before them, time seemed to stand still, and the outside world faded into insignificance, leaving only the tranquility of the forest and the hushed whispers of the wind.

She hums in approval before the ship jerks to a halt on the rough ground, the unexpected stop jolting her momentarily. The sudden silence as the ship shuts off prompts Y/N to turn to Mando, her expression curious and ready to voice her thoughts, but she is swiftly interrupted.

Mando's authoritative voice breaks through the quiet, his instructions firm and precise: “Now listen. I'm gonna go out there and I'm gonna look around. It shouldn't take too long. Now, don't touch anything. I'll find us some lodging, then I'll come back for you two.”

The teenager and the tiny, curious baby pause, their gazes fixed on Mando as he launches into his plan. They exchange knowing glances, wordlessly acknowledging each other's confusion at the sudden turn of events. As Mando continues his lengthy explanation, his words fill the enclosed space, echoing slightly in the metallic interior of the ship.

Despite their best efforts to grasp the gravity of the situation, the baby's attention is inevitably drawn to the vast opening door, its size and unknown mysteries beckoning irresistibly. Enthralled by the unknown outside, the baby takes a hesitant step forward, the rustling of its small feet on the metal floor the only sound accompanying Mando's instructions.

Mando stood firm as he scoffed in a playful yet authoritative manner before bending down to gently scoop up the precious, wide-eyed baby in his strong, protective arms. With a sense of gentle guidance, he carefully placed the little one back in its original spot, ensuring it was safe and secure. "You stay right here," Mando's voice is firm but filled with a caring softness, the baby looking up at him with immeasurable trust. "You stay. Don't move. You understand? Great."

Completing his one-sided conversation with the irresistibly endearing, floppy-eared child, Mando momentarily shifted his focus to the contemplative figure of y/n, who now couldn't help but stifle a laugh at his tender interaction with the infant.

As y/n leaned back in her chair, arms crossed in an air of casual amusement, she had turned her seat around to face Mando directly, her gaze alternating between him and the exit, perhaps hinting at a readiness for whatever awaited them beyond the walls of their current setting.

The room itself seemed to hold its breath, the atmosphere tinged with a mix of affection and underlying tension — a quiet scene that spoke volumes about the dynamics between these individuals. Mando's protective instincts were clear, juxtaposed by y/n's evident playfulness and subtle defiance, creating a captivating interplay of emotions and unspoken nuances in the room.

It was a brief moment frozen in time, where each gesture and expression revealed a story waiting to unfold, a tale of connection and divergence, love and challenge, all set against the backdrop of a shared journey through space and the bonds that tied them together on this ever-changing path.

Mando's gaze sharpens as he gestures towards her, a silent command that elicits a subtle reaction from the young woman. Her eyebrows arch in surprise, a spark of amusement in her eyes quickly extinguished as she obediently halts her laughter, a small sigh escaping her lips before she nervously nibbles on her lower lip.

"You too," he murmurs, his tone firm but not unkind as he swiftly anticipates her potential protest. "I don't want to see you out of the ship. You’re still injured," he adds, his concern evident despite the curt delivery, leaving no room for argument as he swiftly departs, the door sliding shut behind him. The girl watches him go, her expression a mix of resignation and a hint of gratitude for his care and protection.

Deep down, she knows he is right, that venturing out prematurely would only risk exacerbating her injuries, but a part of her also longs for the freedom of the open space beyond the confines of the ship. With a conflicted heart, she resigns herself to a day of rest and recuperation, a bittersweet sense of safety mingling with a quiet yearning for independence and adventure.

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y/n POV

Mando had a way of moving decisively, not leaving much room for discussion. He disembarked from the ship swiftly, not giving me a chance to voice any objections. As the door remained ajar, I found myself gazing into the innocent eyes of the little one, our silent connection speaking volumes.

"Alright, let's go," I murmured gently, lifting the baby into my arms, making sure his tiny arms peeked out above my own, securely holding onto my sleeves. With cautious steps, I ventured onto the verdant grass, glancing towards where Mando had his back to us. Just as he turned to face us, my lips parted as if to speak, but a moment of hesitation seized me, and I swallowed my words, opting for silence instead.

The unspoken thoughts lingered in the air, a profound understanding passing between us with only our eyes as messengers. It was a fleeting moment, pregnant with unspoken emotions, hanging in the balance before we dived back into the rhythm of our journey.

I hear a crackled sigh escape from mando before he finally concedes, "Oh, what the hell? Come on," he says, causing a smile to bloom on my lips and eliciting a delightful coo from the baby in response.

As we continue on our journey, our footsteps echo harmoniously on the dusty path, leading us to a quaint little town nestled in the heart of the wilderness. Mando takes the lead, guiding me and the baby with confident strides towards a large hut, permeating the air with an enticing aroma that hints at the mysterious contents within.

Upon entering the rustic abode, I gently place the baby on the floor, watching as he explores his newfound surroundings, while mando follows closely behind me, a protective presence at my back. Casting a glance over my shoulder, I am met with the comical sight of the mischievous little gremlin being reprimanded by a peculiar-looking feline creature.

A soft giggle escapes my lips at the playful interaction, before turning my attention back to Mando, whose keen eyes catch sight of my slight limp, a manifestation of the wearying journey we have undertaken.

Despite the physical discomfort, the warmth of camaraderie and shared experiences with mando and the baby fills my heart with a deep sense of contentment. As we stand together in the cozy confines of the hut, surrounded by the unfamiliar yet comforting scents and sounds of this new environment, a wave of gratitude washes over me for the unexpected companionship and adventures we have embarked upon in this captivating world.

“Sit down, you’re going to tire yourself out,” he tells me, gesturing to the circular table. I scoff at him but comply anyway, easing my weary body into the wooden chair. As my muscles relax into the unexpected comfort of the seat, I feel a wave of relief wash over me, grateful for this momentary respite amidst the chaos of the day.

The table before us looms large, its surface worn and etched with the marks of countless conversations and shared meals. I trace my fingers along the aged wood, feeling the grooves and knots beneath my touch, each imperfection telling a story of its own.

Now the baby is sitting as well, propped up in their little chair with chubby hands grasping at the air in front of them. Their eyes light up with curiosity, taking in the scene of adults gathered around, their forms creating a protective barrier around the little one. I can’t help but smile at the innocence and wonder radiating from the child, a stark contrast to the weariness etched into the lines of our faces.

Look at us, a bunch of jackasses sitting in a circle, our laughter mingling with the soft hum of conversation. The warmth of camaraderie wraps around us like a cozy blanket, creating a bubble of shared experiences and unspoken understanding. In this simple act of sitting together, we find solace and connection, forging bonds that transcend the constraints of words and time.

"Welcome, travelers," a gracious lady greeted as she approached our group, her warm smile inviting. "Can I interest you in something to ease your journey?" she inquired, her eyes flickering with hospitality.

"Bone broth, a soothing elixir for the little one," Mando started to suggest before I interjected smoothly, the mischief evident in my voice. "And for me," I added with a playful grin, "your strongest alcohol, if you please."

Her eyebrows raised in a subtle display of surprise, the lady hesitated, her professionalism momentarily faltering. "Ah, well, I'll need the permission of your... guardian," she stammered, thrown off balance by my request.

Without missing a beat, I turned towards Mando, silently using the Force to manipulate his nod in agreement, much to the lady's visible delight. With a newfound confidence, she turned back to Mando, her tone now softer and more accommodating. "May I interest you in a hearty porringer of broth as well?" she offered kindly, a touch of concern lacing her voice.

Mando's response was measured, his demeanor guarded as he looked to me briefly. "Just the one," he stated firmly, his words carrying a slight edge that hinted at a hidden story. The lady, sensing the unspoken tension, expertly masked her curiosity behind a professional facade, smoothly transitioning to fulfill our requests with practiced grace.

As Mando bid her farewell with a simple "Very well," his gaze lingered on a specific woman standing on the fringe of the bustling Sorgan marketplace. Curiosity tugged at him as he inquired about her arrival time.

"That one over there. When did she arrive?" he questioned before the woman prepared to depart. To his surprise, the informant revealed, "I've seen her here for the last week or so," with a gesture towards the mysterious individual with dark hair and attire that blended into the shadows of the quaint village.

Intrigued further, Mando sought to unravel the enigma shrouding the mysterious woman's presence. "What's her business here?" he probed, hoping for clarity amidst the ambiguity that surrounded the stranger. The informant, with a shrug, offered a cryptic response, "Business? Oh, well, there's not much business in Sorgan, so I can't say," hinting at the scarcity of commercial activities in the tranquil locale.

As the conversation concluded, the informant, now turning to gather their belongings, left Mando contemplating the untold tales hidden beneath the surface of Sorgan. The unspoken mysteries and silent whispers within the village beckoned for exploration, painting a backdrop of intrigue and wonder in the Mandalorian's quest for answers amidst the serene yet enigmatic setting.

I couldn't help but continue to shift my gaze towards the table, fully aware of the penetrating stare of the Mandalorian fixed on the side of my head once more. Positioned to his right, a wave of self-consciousness washed over me as my arm remained in close proximity to him, prompting a subtle discomfort within me.

The tension in the air was palpable before he finally broke the silence with a gruff, "What the hell was that?" His query caught me off guard, and I responded with a feigned innocence, raising an eyebrow, "What was what?"

As our eyes met, I turned my head slightly, a gesture to ensure clearer communication between us. His next words carried a weight of authority, "We need to establish some ground rules regarding your powers, y/n," his tone laced with a hint of exasperation evident right from the start.

With a sense of unease settling in our midst, it became apparent that the conversation was about to take a more serious turn. The gravity of his words lingered in the air, waiting to be addressed and dissected further for both of us to navigate through this uncharted territory of power dynamics and unspoken rules.

“It was a one-time thing,” I began, my voice tinged with a mix of regret and defiance. I could feel the weight of his disapproval in the air, a tangible presence that seemed to stifle any further words I might have wanted to express.

"Besides, you wouldn't let me get alcohol willingly so I-" My sentence was abruptly cut short as he interjected with a firm tone, his words slicing through the tense atmosphere like a knife. "Just no using it on me or the kid," he declared with an air of finality, his eyes locking onto mine with a steely gaze that brooked no argument.

Raising my hands in a gesture of surrender, I positioned them near the sides of my head, indicating my compliance in the matter. "Deal," I agreed confidently, a playful smirk gracing my lips as I sought to inject a hint of amusement into the exchange. With a subtle yet deliberate movement, I extended my index finger, playfully pointing it towards him as I continued to express my terms.

"Just don't sell me off to any old men," I added wryly, the hint of a challenge lacing my words. As the brief moment of jest flowed between us, I gradually lowered my hands back into a relaxed position on my lap, signifying the conclusion of our impromptu negotiation.

The subtle shift in atmosphere was palpable as we both shared a moment of light-hearted banter, the underlying agreement lingering in the air as a testament to our exchanged words. This casual interaction, enriched with nuances of humor and understanding, served as a reminder of the bond that existed between us, characterized by mutual respect and shared humor.

"It was a one time thing." Those words slipped out of Mando's mouth almost inaudibly, laced with a hint of remorse. In response, a spontaneous burst of laughter escaped my own lips, caught off guard by the unexpected admission.

My amusement bubbled over, reaching its peak as my hand instinctively rose to gently mask the sound, a habit ingrained to maintain the peace of the surroundings. The moment lingered, a brief yet poignant exchange between us—Mando's fleeting vulnerability contrasted with my unrestrained mirth.

With my right hand pressed gently against my aching stomach, I took a moment to catch my breath after succumbing to fits of unstoppable laughter. The room filled with the echo of my loud sigh as I tried to regain my composure.

"You done?" Mando's voice cut through the lingering chuckles, breaking the spell of my amusement. Through the remnants of my laughter, a soft snort escaped me, accompanied by a satisfied smile that lingered on my face. "Yep," I managed to reply, still trying to stifle a few remaining giggles.

The lady returned at last, her steps announcing her presence as she made her way back to our table. With deliberate care, she placed a steaming bowl of soup in front of the baby, ensuring it was within reach. To my surprise, she then brought out a bottle of what appeared to be their strongest alcohol, placing it boldly in the center of the table.

The bottle commanded attention, its imposing presence only further highlighted by the delicate glass cup positioned invitingly beside it. The contrast between the innocent setting of a family meal and the unexpected appearance of such a potent liquor sparked a blend of curiosity and amusement within me.

I glanced over at Mando, noticing the bottle sitting precariously close to his eager grasp. As the lady strolled away, my swift instincts kicked in, prompting me to reach out and secure the bottle before any mishap could occur. "Really? Just don't drink that whole thing," Mando uttered hastily, a sense of urgency in his voice. "I'll be back. Watch the kid," he instructed before making a prompt exit from the hut.

Left alone with the responsibility of both the baby and the now valuable bottle, I felt the weight of the situation settle upon my shoulders. The task of safeguarding the bottle and ensuring its contents remained intact felt like a crucial mission that I could not afford to fail. Taking a deep breath, I turned my attention towards the baby, only to find him completely engrossed in sipping his soup, blissfully unaware of the potential chaos that had just been skillfully averted.

As I observed the baby enjoying his meal, a sense of relief washed over me, knowing that everything was under control for the time being. The hut seemed tranquil, with the soft sounds of the baby’s content slurping being the only disruption in the quiet ambiance. The responsibility of caring for the baby and protecting the precious bottle created a unique bond between us, a connection forged in the shared moment of cautious vigilance.

I let out a slow, exasperated sigh as I grasp the cool bottle tightly in my hand, steeling myself for the inevitable surge of powerful aroma that assaults my senses as soon as the cap is lifted.

The pungent fragrance instantly invades my nostrils, prompting me to involuntarily blow out a quick burst of air to disperse the initial shock. With a momentary pause to gather my composure, I defiantly take a generous gulp of the liquid, feeling it fill my mouth to the brim, my cheeks expanding as if trying to contain the intense flavor.

As I turn to casually survey the room around me, my eyes lock with those of a woman standing across the way, her gaze filled with undisguised judgment and disdain. Reacting impulsively to her unwarranted scrutiny, I raise my hand and defiantly extend my middle finger towards her, an instinctual gesture of rebellion and disregard.

The amber liquid slides smoothly down my throat as I defiantly swallow, the searing sensation of its warmth momentarily forgotten amidst the rush of emotions that accompany this bold act of defiance. Ignoring the familiar burn that accompanies each swallow, I maintain my confident smirk, meeting the woman's gaze head-on, unapologetic and unyielding.

In that brief moment of silent confrontation, a clash of wills playing out between us, I am acutely aware of the tension that hangs thick in the air, palpable and charged with unspoken words. The amber liquid that now rests within me serves as both a shield and a liberator, fueling my sense of defiance and emboldening my spirit in the face of judgment.

As the woman's features soften slightly in response to my unorthodox response, I am reminded of the power of rebellion and the freedom that comes with choosing to defy societal norms and expectations.

With a final, knowing smile directed at the woman across the room, I stand my ground, unapologetic in my actions and unwavering in my resolve. The amber liquid still lingers on my tongue, a bittersweet reminder of the strength found in moments of defiance and the liberation that comes with embracing one's own truth, no matter the consequences.

As she rolled her eyes in disdain, her gaze returning to the untouched food on her plate, I carefully placed the glass bottle back onto the table, trying to ignore the creeping frustration building inside me. "I hate old people," the thought echoed silently in my mind, a sense of irritation lingering in the air.

Turning my attention away, a sudden realization struck me as I noticed the absence of the baby - a sinking feeling settling in as I cursed myself internally for forgetting the crucial task at hand. "Wait - oh, no," the words slipped unspoken as panic began to rise within me. With a sense of urgency, I rose from the seat, the worn wooden chair protesting with a soft creak against the floorboards beneath me.

Grasping the bottle tightly in my hand, I made my way towards the exit, a slight limp in my step from the discomfort that had been nagging at me. The weight of my oversight loomed heavy on my shoulders, propelling me forward as I hurriedly pressed on, determined to rectify my mistake and ensure the safety of the missing child.

As the scene unfolded before me, it became evident that my initial assumption was correct - he had indeed set out in search of Mando. I rounded a corner, and there, with the baby serenely sipping on his soup, Mando lay on the ground, engaged in a tense standoff with the woman. Both figures were sprawled out on the dusty earth, their hands steady as they each aimed blasters at one another.

The cool, eerie silence of the moment was palpable, contrasting sharply with the charged energy that crackled in the air. I paused, taking in the gravity of the situation, realizing that the decision to intervene or remain a silent observer weighed heavily on my conscience. The baby, innocently oblivious to the tension surrounding him, continued to slurp on his soup, a stark contrast to the intense drama unfolding just a few feet away.

The standoff seemed to carry with it a silent dialogue of its own, the unspoken words hanging palpably in the air, as if waiting for the first shot to break the fragile equilibrium. Time seemed to slow, each passing moment stretching into eternity, as the tableau before me held me transfixed, a silent observer to the unfolding drama.

"You want some soup?" Mando asks her, his voice laced with concern. In response, I chuckle softly, the warm feeling of the alcoholic liquid coursing through me. Before I can take another swig, Mando abruptly rises from his seat and deftly takes the bottle from my grasp, a flicker of worry in the way he carries himself.

"I was drinking that moron," I tell him, frustration boiling beneath the surface as he nonchalantly ignores my words and retreats back into the dimly lit hut, the woman - presumably his companion - wordlessly trailing behind him like a shadow. With a resigned sigh, I carefully scoop up the green baby, feeling the weight of responsibility settle in my arms, and begin the slow journey back to the table, my injured leg protesting with each step I take.

As I finally reach the table and settle down, I position myself on the left side of Mando, a man of few words but undeniable presence, with Cara, the enigmatic woman whose name I've only just learned, seated gracefully on my right. The baby nestled comfortably in my lap brings a sense of fleeting peace amidst the underlying tension that simmers between us, creating a delicate balance in this patchwork family unit we've become."

"Saw most of my action mopping up after Endor. Mostly Ex-Imperial Warlords. They wanted it fast and quiet. They'd send us in on the drop ships. No support, just us. Then when the Imps were gone, the politics started.” cara explains.

Serving on the front lines after the Battle of Endor was where I saw the true face of conflict. The majority of our missions were centered around cleaning up the remnants of the crumbling Imperial regime – a task that fell heavily on our shoulders as former soldiers. These Ex-Imperial Warlords proved to be cunning adversaries, always seeking a swift and covert resolution, demanding our utmost precision and swiftness in execution.

Each mission began with a swift deployment via drop ships, plunging us directly into the heart of the action with no safety net to rely on, forcing us to rely on our training and instincts. It was a stark reminder that in these high-stakes operations, the only ones we could truly count on were each other. The absence of external support only served to highlight the gravity of our responsibilities and the harsh realities of war.

As the Empire's influence waned and their forces were gradually eradicated, a different type of battle began - one that transcended the battlefield and delved into the murky waters of politics. The vacuum left by the Empire's downfall was quickly filled with power struggles, alliances, and betrayals, as factions vied for control and influence in the volatile post-Imperial landscape.

Cara's account offers a poignant glimpse into the tumultuous aftermath of war, where the fight for control and dominance continued long after the last traces of the Empire had faded away.

“We were peacekeepers, tasked with protecting delegates and suppressing riots. This was not what I had agreed to do," she concludes as I attentively listen, gently playing with the baby's ears.

Mando's inquisitive voice cuts through the tension, prompting a candid response from the mysterious figure he's encountered. "How'd you end up here?" he asks, his curiosity palpable in the air. With a wry smile, she responds, her tone carrying a hint of resignation layered with a tinge of defiance.

"Let's just call it an early retirement," she quips, evoking a sense of enigma that surrounds her history and motivations. The weight of her past decisions lingers in the air, adding a layer of complexity to their interaction.

Acknowledging the inevitable truths that had led her to this encounter, she reveals a glimpse of her astute perception. "Look, I knew you were Guild," she admits, signaling her shrewd intuition and keen observational skills.

Her ability to read the situation astutely hints at a history of navigating treacherous waters, anticipating danger at every turn. The mention of a fob serves as a reminder of the constant surveillance and tracking mechanisms that define their world, highlighting the ever-present threat that looms over their interactions.

Her direct approach in confronting Mando reflects a sense of urgency and determination, showcasing her resilience in the face of adversity. The intensity of her words reverberates in the air, underscoring the high stakes that come with their entwined fates. As they stand at this crossroads, their exchange epitomizes a delicate balance of trust and suspicion, hinting at a deeper connection that transcends mere words.

"Yeah, that's what I figured," Mando remarked, his voice carrying a tinge of amusement as he glanced at Cara with a knowing look. "Well, this has been a real treat," Cara added, a slight grin playing on her lips, "but unless you wanna go another round," she continued, her tone betraying a hint of challenge, "one of us is gonna have to move on, and I was here first."

As the words hung in the air, the tension between them was palpable, a silent agreement that their encounter had reached its natural end. Mando nodded in acknowledgment, a sense of respect evident in his eyes, acknowledging Cara's assertion of precedence.

Despite the casual exchange of words, there was an unspoken understanding between them, a mutual respect forged through battles fought side by side. The camaraderie that had developed between the two warriors was unmistakable, a bond solidified through shared experiences and mutual trust. As they stood facing each other, the weight of their past encounters echoed in the silence that enveloped them, a reminder of the trials they had overcome together.

As I felt my attention drifting away, my body responded by urging me to stand up from my current position. I carefully placed the baby on the nearby chair before proceeding to execute a swift and stealthy maneuver to retrieve the bottle from Mando.

I noted with a hint of amusement that the bottle had been inconspicuously tucked away under his chair, adding a playful element to my impromptu mission. With a slight limp in my step, likely from the day's activities, I made my way back outside, feeling a sense of satisfaction at accomplishing the task with finesse.

As I stepped into the fading light of the setting sun, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the dusk descending around me. The sky seemed to be painted with hues of orange and pink, casting a serene ambiance over the surroundings.

The gentle transition from daylight to darkness was a reminder of the passing of time, evoking a sense of contemplation within me. Despite the imminent arrival of night, there was a peacefulness in the air that enveloped me, creating a moment of stillness and reflection.

I gazed intently into the depths of the glass bottle, its transparent form a curious lens into my thoughts. After a moment of contemplation, a nonchalant shrug traveled through my shoulders, a signal of resignation to the impending action. With a deliberate grip, I raised the vessel to my lips, the cool touch of the glass a stark contrast against my skin. As the first droplets touched my tongue, a fiery sensation erupted, a sharp contrast to the cold exterior.

A cascade of liquid rushed down my throat, a torrent of sensation and warmth that painted a vivid trail within me. Each gulp, though laden with intensity, seemed to dissolve into the next, a relentless tide of consumption. The parched feeling within me began to ebb, replaced by a rich, burning sensation that coursed through me. I paused, the need for air finally asserting its presence, the pressure behind my closed eyelids palpable.

Slowly, I released the bottle from my grasp, the weight of it a testament to the task that had just unfolded. Setting it down, the remaining contents sloshed within, a visual representation of the journey of consumption marked by its decreasing volume. My gaze lingered on the now diminished liquid, the once brimming vessel now a mere fraction of its former self, a testament to a moment of indulgence.

I let out a heavy sigh tinged with regret, a feeling that washes over me like a looming storm before the calm. Despite the impending morning hangover, a certainty that is as predictable as the sunrise, I find solace in the knowledge that this temporary discomfort will soon give way to a newfound vitality.

With a sense of resigned acceptance, I tread a few steps towards a gentle slope, the soft grass beneath my feet a comforting contrast to the turbulent thoughts swirling inside me.

Perching myself atop the hill, the world around me bathed in a tranquil evening light, I fold my legs close to my chest, cradling them gently as if shielding myself from the impending aftermath of tonight’s indulgence. My arms draped in front of my knees, forming a protective barrier as though to shield my innermost vulnerabilities from the world’s prying eyes. A solitary figure perched upon nature’s throne, lost in contemplation amid the vast expanse of the landscape before me.

"Y/N, what did I tell you?" I hear a stern voice from behind me as I shift my gaze, my heart sinking with guilt. "'m sorry," I manage to mumble, my words slightly slurred from the overwhelming mix of emotions swirling within me. Slowly turning my head, I catch sight of the Mandalorian approaching, his footsteps crunching softly on the grass as he takes a seat beside me, a comforting presence despite the tension lingering in the air.

The baby toddles along behind him, its innocent eyes fixed on us as it settles down in front, a silent observer to the unfolding scene. I can feel the weight of his gaze on me, a silent reminder of the unspoken expectations he holds me to. My mind races, trying to piece together a response that might somewhat alleviate the tension that hangs heavy in the air between us.

"It makes me feel better," I told him, my voice soft but resolute. I could see the concern in his eyes as he tried to reason with me, his brows furrowed in worry. "There are other ways to relieve stress," he pointed out, his words a gentle reminder of the choices I could make. I couldn't help but smile at his attempt to guide me, to protect me like an older brother would.

"You're not even old enough to drink, you're still a kid," he emphasized, his tone laced with a mixture of concern and care. His words were like a shield, trying to protect me from harm, from the dangers that lurked in the world outside our bubble of safety.

I turned my head to look at him, my eyes meeting his in a silent exchange of understanding. "You know I'm not a kid, right?" I said, the words carrying a weight of defiance and determination. I saw a flicker of pride in his eyes, a glimmer of respect for the person I was becoming.

In that moment, as we sat facing each other, I realized the depth of our connection, the unspoken bond that held us together. His concern was a testament to his love, his guidance a reflection of his care. And in my defiance, I saw his belief in me, his trust that I could navigate the complexities of life, that I could find my way through the storm.

"Yes you are. you act like one anyways," Mando tells me in a nonchalant tone as I glance at the baby, who curiously tilts his head in response. Feeling the weight of Mando's words, I release a heavy sigh and shake my head, a mixture of frustration and resignation clouding my thoughts.

Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Mando leans in slightly, his expression serious yet caring. As he speaks, his hands punctuate his words, emphasizing the importance of his message. "Listen," he begins, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency, "just lay off the alcohol, and any type of drugs until you find a healthier way to relieve stress." His advice lingers in the air, a gentle reminder that reverberates in my mind.

Reflecting on his words, I realize the gravity of his counsel. It's not just about the substances themselves but the underlying issues that drive me to seek solace in them. Mando's guidance serves as a beacon, illuminating a path towards self-discovery and healing.

As I gaze at the baby once more, I see innocence and vulnerability mirrored in his eyes. It's a stark contrast to the complexities of my own struggles. Yet, in that fleeting moment of connection, a flicker of determination ignites within me.

With Mando's words echoing in my ears, I make a silent vow to embark on a journey of self-improvement. It won't be easy, and the road ahead is laced with uncertainties. But armed with Mando's wisdom and the innocence of a child's gaze, I take the first step towards a brighter, healthier future.

"I have another way," I told him confidently, a hint of mischievousness in my voice. His curiosity piqued, he leaned in, eager to hear my suggestion. "Okay, well, what is it?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for clues. Taking a moment to savor the suspense, I met his gaze with a playful smirk before finally revealing my idea. "Sex," I declared with a teasing tone, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively.

“i- no. you will not be doing.. that on my ship, again, you’re a kid,” Mando firmly states as he gazes at me with a mixture of protectiveness and exasperation, the word ‘kid’ hanging heavily in the air. My childish defiance bubbles as I shoot back, “Boo, you whore,” punctuating the retort with a playful pout, my gaze shifting to meet the enchanting glow of the rising moon beyond the ship's deck.

Mando, ever the responsible guardian, chimes in, his voice tinged with a hint of admonishment, “another thing, language. quit with the profanities, there’s a baby present,” his concern for the young presence on board palpable as he redirects my attention towards maintaining a more wholesome atmosphere.

Despite our playful banter, beneath the surface of our interactions lies a bond forged through shared adventures and undeniable trust. As the vast expanse of space looms around us, Mando and I navigate not just the physical realms but also the intricacies of understanding and respect. His role as a mentor transcends mere words, encapsulated in the way he sets boundaries to ensure my safety and growth.

I glance at him, recognizing the unspoken lessons woven within our exchanges. The moments of levity are interspersed with lessons on language and conduct, a gentle reminder of the values that shape our interactions. As we sail through the cosmos, our dynamic evolves, stitching together a tapestry of companionship that thrives on mutual understanding and care.

"Yea yea, I got it," I say as a casual smirk dances on my lips, my hand lazily waving in the air in a gesture of nonchalant confidence. Almost as an afterthought, I mutter the word "bitch" under my breath, the warmth of the word barely registering in the moment.

Unexpectedly, Mando's deadpan voice cuts through the air from beneath the helmet, a hint of amusement lacing his tone as he simply states, "I heard that."

I let out a chuckle, a mischievous glint lighting up my eyes as I meet Mando's concealed gaze, the corners of my lips quirking up in a half-smile. "You were supposed to," I reply, the smile blooming into a full grin that exudes both camaraderie and a hint of playful challenge.

There's an unspoken understanding between us, a shared language of banter and camaraderie that transcends words. In that fleeting moment of exchange, a silent bond solidifies, deepening the connection between us as if each word spoken and unspoken is a thread weaving us closer together in this journey that we walk side by side by side.

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A/N - idk what im doing

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