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summery-captain · 6 months ago

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AuDHD traits Dirk Gently Displays - S1E5: Very Erectus

- You may follow the google docs file I'm writing everything down in, also! If you haven't read them yet, links to the first four episodes:

S1E1 - Horizons / S1E2 - Lost and Found / S1E3 - Rogue Wall Enthusiasts / S1E4 - Watkin

Click read more to read the analysis of the fifth episode! Tagging: @clockworkcheetah @urlocallesbiab @generalized-incompetence @amber-angel @goatygoat @frenchfriedgiraffe

> In the scene in the dinner, after they start driving to go look for the 'treasure' based on the map, Todd starts insisting that Dirk has a power and he immediately deflects and shuts down, avoiding eye contact completely, looking around. > The second Todd says "It's you. It's something about you", he goes "I'm not psychic, drop it." - of course this enters the parallel of the whole show being about the holistics having their ties to the universe in different ways, but I've had moments where people know I'm autistic and they start insisting on either me being actually "normal" and it being a superpower, trying to single me or sus me out, and I react similarly to Dirk in this scene > "No!! We are having this conversation", discomfort, "Here, let's do an experiment" EXTREME discomfort - sometimes you're just existing and people want a) an explanation of your whole life and b) for you to prove to be what you say you are > "Look, I can't explain it, ok? I learned a long time ago things don't always make sense the way people want them to" - AuDhd to its barest components– > "You're going to have to accept that too. To. Too. To. Too? Two?" - very common to lose a bit of sense of words both in autism (overwhelmed) and plus ADHD having the common comorbidity of dyslexia

> Trading the Corvette for the beat down jeep, and when Todd goes "???" he says "It's just a rental!" - he makes decisions and when people express concern assumes it's based on something else, even if it doesn't make sense. So he just says it. I usually know for a fact I won't figure out what they're ACTUALLY judging me for - general inaptitude to read between the lines or figure out social situations

> Martin tells Amanda, about Dirk, "He's got gourmet panic!" - he just like us, he just like us fr

> "Don't start with the zen master thing, ok? It worked out a lot better before I figured out you were a mess, too" - people tend to assume we're more put together than they are because we showcase emotions differently

> When Todd says he's gonna give up on digging, he just goes "Wouldn't this be just one more thing you walked away from, though" - not the sincerautistic murder-- Sometimes I also blurt out things and accidentally read people to filth without fully realizing.

> He puts clues together and recognizes patterns then blurts it out, classic AuDHD style

> "(...) I think life is like that too, just an endless series of room with puzzles and eventually one of them kills you" / "That's dark and depressing" - my fellow AuDHD ambassador just drops bombs and doesn't even realize

> "What is it?" / "A thing" - stating the obvious shouldn't be as funny as it is but it never gets old

> "You brought the cat?" / "Of course I did" - just. Very cute honestly but also, I too make decisions without fully realizing what it would entail, like bringing a kitten around with you while digging shit up

> Todd starts venting to him and he's like. Confused - but yet again he tries his very best to support him, saying "When I look behind me, I can't see ahead of me" / "Are you saying dwelling on my past is holding me back?" / "No. I mean I literally can't see what's back there when I'm looking forward" - general literal thinking

> "You know what I was thinking about? When I was staring down at the barrel of that gun?" "...bullets?" - literal thinking part 321 electric boogaloo

> “Everything is connected. But only I can see it… I’m not.. Psychic. But I am something” yeah. Autistic-

> “The hunches don’t help me, ever” - we tend to figure stuff out based on our general understanding of them, trying to consciously clock things others don’t have to think twice about, but the same is true in reverse, where things that may seem impossible for neurotypicals to figure out, we see immediately. Although we may know these things, we’re usually not taken seriously enough or don’t have the bandwidth to actually prevent some things from happening to us or around us.

> “I don’t have any friends, I am always surrounded by bizarre and frightening states of disaster, and I am always alone” - sad part hours, but it’s unfortunately true: we’re always overwhelmed, surrounded by input we can’t filter out, and it is extremely hard to make and maintain friends. But Dirk has found his people and so will all of us, eventually!!

> When Todd says “And Dirk? I am your friend.” - immediate hope, bright red eyes, furrowed eyebrows, then IMMEDIATELY he schools his expression out to nonchalant, so yet again his big reactions don’t push people around him away (both true for Dirk and in our general experience, having had to tone yourself down your whole life does NUMBERS on you)

#DGHDA meta #autistic dirk gently #adhd dirk gently #audhd dirk gently #dirk gentlys holistic detective agency #actually autistic #autistic dirk gently headcanon #adhd dirk gently headcanon

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gnocchighoul · 4 years ago

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Operation Hot Potato

Summary:

“See? She’s just a baby~” you coo, gently wiggling the kitten in his face.

Lucifer grimaces. Takes another, larger step back. “If a baby is what you want, I’d rather give you one myself.”

(You bring home a kitten and try to hide her from Lucifer. Unfortunately for you, nothing gets past the House of Lamentation’s resident pet-hater.)

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You found a kitten.

Well—kind of. It’s debatable.

You think it’s a kitten. She certainly looks like one—fluffy little thing with snow-white fur, blue eyes, a poofy little triangular head, and the most perfectly pink toe beans you’ve ever had the pleasure of squishing.

The reason why you’re so hesitant to call her a kitten?

She breathes fire. Hiccups fireballs. Sneezes flaming hot streams of… well, flames.

You learned that firsthand ten minutes ago, when you nearly got your eyebrows singed off by a particularly dangerous sneeze. All you wanted to do was give her a smooch on her wittle pink nose, you weren’t expecting to get blasted in the face with an orangey-red inferno.

But you know what? It doesn’t matter if she’s a little strange. You’ve sworn your everlasting love to your newfound daughter—your secret daughter that the demon brothers can absolutely not know about under any circumstances whatsoever, because you just know that Lucifer will make you put her back in the wild where you found her.

Your fire-sneezing, bouncing baby girl wouldn’t last another day out in the harsh wilderness (aka the dumpster that you retrieved her from). In the forty-seven minutes that you’ve had her, she’s grown accustomed to belly scratches, sleeping in your bed, and gnawing on only the finest tortilla chips in the Devildom.

Her name is Tater Tot.

She sticks out like a sore white thumb among your colorful assortment of pillows. Not that she cares. She’s living it up in the lap of luxury. Tater Tot stretches—turns around with every paw in the air, proudly showing off her rotund little baby belly, and mrrps at you.

Its the cutest thing you've ever fucking seen. You just wanna SQUEEZE her. Ugh, who would've guessed that a little trash fire baby would steal your heart so quickly?

And it’s not like you broke the rules and brought home a pet on purpose. Tater Tot had chosen you. By choosing to rummage around in that specific dumpster that you just so happened to walk past on your way home from RAD, Tater Tot had effectively decided that you were to be her new caretaker.

It’s fate. Kismet. You’ve wanted a pet for so long—dog, cat, dragon, gremlin, doesn’t matter. You’ve spent hours upon hours bitching and moaning to anyone that’ll listen about how badly you’ve wanted a pet to smother with your love. Nobody has been able to escape your woe. Everyone—the brothers, the angels, Solomon, and even your good buddy Diavolo (somehow, Barbatos has managed to evade you) have all been forced to listen to your lamenting about the pet-shaped hole in your heart.

But finally—finally—your prayers have been answered.

With a fire breathing kitten.

Oh yeah. Kismet.

You’re fairly certain that Tater Tot has never lived in a house. She had been perfectly content to snuggle up in your school uniform like some kind of tiny, pouch dwelling, heat seeking creature, until you had snuck into your bedroom and closed the door behind you.

The second you set her on the floor, it was like a switch flipped. Tater Tot had shown off her unnatural strength by flinging her little puffball body around the room like a possessed tumbleweed, spastically crashing around the room and knocking over furniture and keepsakes alike.

You had finally cornered her under your bed and sat peacefully nearby, humming quietly to calm her. It didn’t take long for you to coax her out with snacks—she liked the chips, but passionately disliked the gummy worms—and within twenty minutes you had Tater Tot lounging with you on the bed, rubbing her soft little cheeks into your palm for rubs and scritches.

You need to come up with a plan to hide your beloved child ASAP. It’s only a matter of time until either Lucifer hauls you off to his room or one of the brothers decides to camp out in yours for the night, and if word gets back to Lucifer that you’re harboring a fugitive animal… Well, favoritism or not, it won’t end pretty.

Though perhaps there is one person who can help you with this little secret.

Satan. The cat-loving fourth brother.

Man oh man, he’s going to be thrilled with sweet little Tater Tot. You have to be careful though—you reckon that there is a 96% chance that he’ll try to steal her away from you. Trying to juggle custody battles and harboring your secret daughter from Lucifer all at the same time sounds like such a pain.

But… That would still be better than having to put Tater Tot back on the streets.

With the threat of big-meanie-Lucifer looming over you like a particularly gothic and pet-hating phantom, you come to a final decision. You’re just going to have to pull on your big girl pants and accept the soul crushing truth of the situation.

Satan is your only hope.

But how are you going to sneak your daughter all the way over to his room?

You look around your own room for something, anything that can hide your beloved dumpster pet and—ohohoho.

“Darling?”

You freeze midstep.

Busted.

“What’s up, Lucifer?” You try so hard to keep your voice calm and normal. So hard.

Judging by the way Lucifer looks at you, you’ve failed. And you were so close. Satan’s bedroom is literally right there! Only a few yards away! If only you’d just had ten more seconds to yourself in the dark hallway... Alas, the warden your beloved Lucifer aka the resident pet hater stands between you and the dusty salvation that is Satan’s library of a bedroom.

You shuffle your feet a bit nervously. Readjust your grip on the cardboard box. A bit warily, Lucifer eyes it.

“What’s in the box?”

You panic. “What box?”

Fuck.

Lucifer cracks a smile, though it doesn’t meet his gaze. He gestures to the cardboard box that you are currently holding near to your chest like some sort of ugly, cubic liferaft.

“Oh!” You laugh. It’s too high pitched. Suspicious. “This box? It’s just some books for Satan, it’s nothing—”

The box sneezes.

Your mouth snaps shut and you thank all the fucking stars in heaven that this sneeze didn’t flambé you.

Lucifer’s eyes narrow accusingly. Tone icy and sharp, he says, “Books? Is that so?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck—

You wilt a bit under the intensity of his gaze. “They’re… cursed books? Yeah, so cursed and dangerous and only Satan knows how to nullify the evilness of these books so I’m gonna just slip past you—”

Lucifer takes a step to the left, planting himself firmly in your path and effectively thwarting your desperate grand escape. A single blade of moonlight cuts through the curtains and slices through the shadows, Lucifer now caught in the spotlight and—oh that fucker did that on purpose. Ugh, what a drama queen.

Red eyes practically glowing in the dark, he nods menacingly at the box. “Go on then. Open it.”

“I dunno, I really shouldn’t because of the curses and—”

Clearly not in the mood to entertain your scheming-slash-rambling, Lucifer takes matters into his own hands. Before you can twist away, one of his hands darts out to knock the lid off of the box and—

Books. It’s filled with books.

He frowns. Lifts one up and—nope, there’s just more books underneath. “...What?”

“Happy? Now if you don’t mind I really should get—”

“Let me help you with that.”

Your reflexes aren't fast enough. Before you can leap back or Sparta kick him away, Lucifer plucks the box right out of your arms… and reveals a squirming lump beneath your sweater, right inbetween your breasts. The box hits the floor. Lucifer stares at your newly acquired mass with a very particular sort of horror that you’ve never seen before.

You panic. Again.

“...I grew a new boob. I think the Devildom air is toxic or something, but it’s okay! The more the merrier, right? We can still—gET YOUR HANDS OFF MY TIDDIES—”

Lucifer presses one hand to your lower back, trapping you, and yanks down your zipper, revealing the purrito that is wrapped kind-of-securely to your chest with a scarf. He recoils backwards, looking equal parts horrified and peeved off.

Time for Plan B.

93% sure that you can still recover from this situation that is rapidly soaring downhill, you stuff your hands into your pockets and then throw them outwards, flinging fistfuls of rainbow confetti into the air. “Surpriiiise! You’re a daddy! Say hello to our daughter.”

“No.”

“Her name is Tater Tot. Personally, I think she takes after you.”

The Tater in question shimmies out of her silky prison and tumbles nose first into your palms. You hold her right up to Lucifer’s face, grinning like a goddamn sociopath when he takes an alarmed step backwards. Little puffball paws desperately try to swipe at his nose. Lucifer looks downright offended by the assault of pink toe beans.

“See? She’s just a baby~” you coo, gently wiggling the noodle-limp kitten in his face.

Lucifer grimaces. Takes another, larger step back. “If a baby is what you want, I’d rather give you one myself.”

“As fun as that sounds, we have a perfectly good one right here!”

“That thing is not a baby. Where did you find it?”

There’s a concerned little scrunch in his brow that you wanna smooth over with your thumb, but when you try to close the distance between you two, he moves further out of reach. Frowning, you hug Tater Tot to your chest. She snuggles her face into the crook of your neck and purrs like the smallest biodiesel engine in all of the realms.

“I found her in a dumpster!” you say, perhaps a bit too proudly.

Lucifer’s eyes widen. “In the city?”

“Why is that so shocking? Does the Devildom not have stray cats?”

“That’s not a cat.”

“Well yeah I kinda figured, what with the whole fire breathing thing and all, but—”

“It’s a chimera.”

You stare at Lucifer. Try to gauge how serious he’s being. Tater Tot nibbles on your thumb with little needle-like teeth.

Surely he’s joking.

“...Like the lion-goat-lizard thing? That chimera?”

Lucifer nods.

Like you’re in some twisted version of the Lion King, you hold Tater Tot up in the beam of moonlight that Mr. Doom and Gloom had previously been occupying. Examine her totally normal kitten-features. The distinct lack of goat hooves. Miss Tater licks her nose. A Chimera? Her?

Surely he’s fucking with you.

But… it would explain the whole fire-breathing thing. Kind of. You’re not fully convinced he’s lying, but the truth doesn’t make much more sense.

But if she is a chimera… that’s so badass.

If Lucifer thinks for one second that Tater Tot being a nightmarish Hell creature is going to scare you into giving her up, then he is sorely mistaken. (You did choose to date him, after all. You're an expert at loving on Hellish beings.) At the end of the day, whether Tater is a chimera or a cat or whatever the hell else, you’ve already bonded with each other. She’s your baby and you are not going to let him get rid of her.

If he gets Cerberus, then you get your funky little Tater Tot, dammit.

Lucifer watches this journey of emotions play out on your face. His eyes narrow. He says your name slowly, strained—a thinly veiled warning in his voice.

The grin that overtakes your face can only be described as evil.

“We’re keeping her.”

“Absolutely not.”

“You can’t be serious.”

From the depths of your blanket fort, your hand emerges to flip Lucifer off. He scowls.

“This blanket fort is only for Tater Tot and me.”

“Then perhaps you should relocate to your bed.” Lucifer growls.

You snuggle further into the black sheets cocooning you. With impressive speed, you had raced back to Lucifer’s room and stripped every piece of fabric from his bed in record time. From there, it was simply a matter of combining the dark sheets with a bunch of pillows and voila. You had created your very own anti-Lucifer fortress, right in the middle of his bed.

Tater Tot army-crawls across your thigh and worms her way into the sheets, vanishing like a ninja.

"What?" You peek at Lucifer through a small opening in the fabric. “But then you would just ignore me and Tater Tot.”

“Yes, exactly. I’m glad that we’re on the same page.”

“No! We’re not on the same page at all,” you scowl. “I’m not moving until you bond with her.”

“Then I suppose you’ll be stuck there forever.”

“Maybe I will!”

You can’t see him right now, but you know in the depths of your heart that Lucifer is rolling his eyes at you.

Which, y’know. Fair. You are being a little bit ridiculous. But what choice do you have? The confetti didn't work and Lucifer needs to form an everlasting bond with Tater Tot. He needs to experience how lovely and precious and wonderful your little baby is, so that he won’t make you put her back in the dumpster where you found her.

You have one last tactic. It is by far the absolute worst.

Talking to him. Like some kind of functioning, responsible adult, because apparently that's what you're supposed to do in a healthy relationship. Blegh.

While you agonize over stooping to this final resort, Lucifer climbs into the bed without a word and settles himself in like he owns the place. Which he does. But that’s beside the point.

One of your arms emerges from the blanket shield to poke at his pajama clad thigh. He doesn’t react. So naturally, you poke him again. And again. And again, until finally he sighs, “What?”

You squirm your way out of the stuffy blankets, gulping down air once you're free—sweet baby Jesus, fresh air has never felt so good—and Tater Tot flies out after you, rocketing across the mattress at the speed of light and tumbling around like a little white pom pom. While she does her own thing, you worm your way into Lucifer’s side so that you’re halfway on top of his chest. He huffs and lays there like a board, refusing to hug you, so you grab his arm and wrap it around your shoulders yourself.

Here goes nothing.

“Why are you so against having a pet?” you ask, dancing the pads of your fingers over his chest.

Lucifer cracks one eye open. “The first and last time I allowed pets in the house, Satan brought home 48 cats. In one hour.”

...You really should have seen that one coming.

“Oh. Well, I mean… Is that reallyyy a bad thing—ow! You jerk, I was just kidding.” You pout. “You didn’t have to pinch my butt that hard.”

Lucifer snickers and pats your butt consolingly. “Mmm, no, I didn’t. But I wanted to.”

Briefly, you consider headbutting him right in the chin. But alas, that wouldn’t solve anything, so you settle for pressing a kiss to his collarbone, then reach a hand up to play with his hair, just how he likes. It’s not very ~vengeful~ buuut it’s bound to put him in a better mood.

You trace cutesy little heart shapes on his right pec. “You know what I want?”

Lucifer closes his eyes—lets his head fall back onto the mattress. “We’re not keeping her.”

You snuggle into his chest with a happy little hum. “Yes we are.”

“...Just for the night. Tomorrow you're putting her back where you found her."

You wake up in agony.

It feels like you’ve had a lung ripped out and replaced with serrated knives. Or shark teeth. Each breath drags oh so painfully at your—just kidding.

You wake up well rested and tangled in the bedsheets, your head hanging off the side of the mattress. You’re a little hazy-brained and your skull feels like it weighs a thousand pounds, but that’s probably because of all the blood rushing to your head. When you roll over and haul yourself back up onto the bed, a noise escapes you that is definitely not fit for polite company.

The murky depths of slumber threaten to take you again, so you pat around the bed with your hand, looking for your favorite demon-slash-body pillow. You pat. And keep patting. Where the hell is Lucifer?

You crack one bleary eye open, trying to find Lucifer and—

Where the hell is Tater Tot?

Your heart jolts in your chest as you realize a few things all at once.

One: Lucifer is missing.

Two: Tater Tot is missing.

Three: You slept through breakfast, but that’s less important.

You’re off like a shot, wrestling yourself out of the sheets and flinging them to the floor, then stumbling across the room to get to the door before your brain can even fully wake up. It’s fine, you don’t need 100% brainpower, you just need to find your baby.

You’ve barely taken four steps into the hallway when you slam nose first into Mammon. He catches you, saving your face from becoming acquainted with the floor, and you grab him by the leathery lapels of his jacket.

“Where’s Lucifer?!” you hiss.

Mammon desperately tries to squirm out of your feral grip. You shake him like a polaroid picture.

“Geez, knock it off would ya?! He’s in his office, what the hell is up with you? Wh—HEY! I’M NOT DONE TALKIN’ TO YA!”

Whatever the Weenie has to say to you is less important than finding your child, so as soon as you acquire Lucifer’s location, you haul ass to Lucifer’s study.

In a raging fury that could rival Satan’s existence, you fling open the door, ready to tear Lucifer a new one for not even letting you say goodbye to your beloved kitten and—

And your heart melts into a warm, gooey puddle.

Lucifer is sitting at his desk. Tater Tot is draped across his shoulders.

Lucifer glares at you, but there's no real bite in his gaze. “Keep it down, Phobos is sleeping.”

You blink stupidly, your brain racing at a thousand miles an hour to catch up with whatever the hell you’re currently feeling that has you all mushy and moon-eyed. “Phobos? What the hell? That’s not her name at all.”

“My love, we are not naming our daughter after potatoes. Her name is now Phobos. She and I came to a mutual agreement that it is far more fitting of a name for a creature of her pedigree.”

...You’re so torn. On one hand, you want to argue that Tater Tot is a lovely name for your dumpster kitten-chimera-thing, but on the other hand… he called her ‘our daughter’. As in your guys’s daughter. This can only mean one thing, and you clutch at your heart when you realize what’s happening.

They bonded.

It damn well might bring a tear to your eyes.

You make your way over to Lucifer, shove aside the papers on his desk, and perch your happy ass right on the hardwood.

With a bone deep sigh, Lucifer leans back in his chair. “Why do you always do that? My lap is available, you know.”

Tater Tot wakes up and lifts her heavy little sleep-addled head to meep at you.

You grin—hook your ankles around the armrests of his chair and pull him closer. “So… does this mean we’re keeping Tater Tot?”

“... Yes, we’re keeping Phobos. But that’s it, no more pets.”

“Okay, wait. Hear me out. What about a dog?”

“Absolutely not.”

Lucifer plucks another white hair from his RAD uniform and holds it up to the moonlight, scowling at the offensive thing. Why in all the realms did you have to find a white cat? The damned thing has only lived with you lot for two days and yet somehow its hair has already gotten over every article of black clothing in his wardrobe. It’s infuriating.

His gaze wanders across the courtyard to where you’re sitting pretty on Beel’s shoulders, clawing at his face with your fingertips and screaming in terror at how high up you are. He grins.

He can put up with the shedding fur, so long as he gets to see how your eyes shine like the stars when you see Phobos.

Still though. Why couldn’t you find a black kitten?

“Lucifer! There you are!”

Lucifer flicks the cat hair—lets the breeze catch it and float it away. Before he can even get a proper greeting in, Diavolo is pulling him in for a bone crushing hug.

“You’re here a bit later than usual. How’s life with the new kitten treating you?” Diavolo asks.

Lucifer steps out of the hug and eyes Diavolo warily. “Just fine, thank yo—wait. How do you know about the cat?”

Diavolo blinks innocently. “Surely you told me about her, didn’t you?”

No, he definitely did not—oh no.

Lucifer stares, slack jawed and horrified, because in that moment, he realizes something that he refuses to accept.

No.

No. It can’t be.

Diavolo would never do that to him. He would ne—oh fuck, he absolutely did.

Diavolo planted the cat. He knew that you would find her in that dumpster and take her home.

Lucifer has never known a betrayal quite like this. Diavolo says something about heading off to his office, but he doesn’t hear him over the rushing in his ears.

“Diavolo.”

The demon prince in question pauses in his escape to look back at Lucifer. “Yes, Lucifer?”

“Why did you have to pick a white cat?”

And oh, Diavolo laughs. A full belly laugh that quite honestly kills Lucifer. Just a little bit.

#gnocchiwrites #obey me shall we date #obey me #swd obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me drabble #obey me fanfic #obey me! shall we date?#tater tot's adventures

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years ago

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Kinktober - Day Twenty-Four

Prompt: Corruption

Pairing: Diavolo/Reader & Simeon/Reader (Obey Me)

TW: Dub-Con, F.Reader, Oral Sex, Implied Gaslighting, Religious Themes, and Coercion.

You’ve been having the strangest dreams, lately.

They always started in your room, or… what presented itself as your room, rather. It was filled with your books and your clothes and all the things you’d expect to see in the place you dwelled most often, but the bed was too big to be yours, the sheets silken instead of stiff cotton. The ceiling was always just a little too high, every candle always lit, and most jarringly of all, your window was always open, a mistake you’d never make in the dead of winter. When you woke up, you’d wonder if the rest of your home had been replicated, if the pages of your novels would be blank if you tried to read them, but nothing that lucid ever occurred to your sleeping mind. On a good night, you’d simply feel tired, hazy, as you would after burning incense, but on some, you could hardly will your body to move at all. As if you’d knocked over your alter completely, and been left to suffocate on the resulting smoke.

That was alright, though. You rarely had the opportunity to move, regardless of whether or not you could.

Simeon and Diavolo made sure of that.

Diavolo, moreso than his companion. Even in his lap, his bare chest pressed to your back and his breath ghosting over your neck, he felt the need to keep a palm pressed against your thigh, hiking your nightgown up to your waist and nudging your legs apart, encouraging you to keep them spread and give his companion space to fill. You didn’t know why he felt he had to touch you. His form eclipsed your own, and even if it didn’t, he had this authoritative aire to him, an aura that always made you hesitate to complain when his tone dipped into anything below jovial. You would’ve done anything he asked of you, regardless of how filthy it made you feel.

Simeon was easier to handle, in comparison, less imposing that his peer. His eyes were softer, contemplative but not calculating, and he had a way of making you feel privileged, making you feel pious. Your head was still full of nothing, your joints rigid and your limbs heavy, but your heart beat a little faster when he smiled, his expression all gentleness and care and ethereal perfection. He must’ve noticed your sudden attentiveness, the flush that rose to your cheeks as your mattress dipped under his weight and he settled in front of you, because when he broke the silence, he did so intimately. Indulgently, you’d say, if everything he did wasn’t so angelic. “My little lamb,” He cooed, the words falling somewhere between praising and patronizing. A mixture of sweet and sickening that you couldn’t help but lull into. “Have we kept you waiting?”

You weren’t sure how to answer. Part of you didn’t want to answer, not really, not when you knew there’d be no way to scavenge your pride, if you did. Agreeing would be an admission of guilt, an admission of sin, but trying to deny your eagerness would only make you sound childish. You opened your mouth, but Diavolo was faster than you were, his lips pressing into the side of your neck as he spoke. “Don’t put pressure on the poor girl.” His voice was muffled by your skin, the reverberation forcing you to shudder. “She’s still trying to play innocent, Simeon, just like you. Imagine how shameful it must feel, to be caught in her position.”

That caught your interest, if only for what it implied. “Am I… You think I’m shameful?”

At that, Simeon’s simper turned into a small pout. He took his time, reaching up to cradle your chin and tilt your head back, the pad of his thumb running over your cheek as he met your eyes. There was always an underlying hint of competition between the two, subtle but apparent to anyone who had to look as closely as you did, and there was no time it was more on-display than when Simeon infringed on territory Diavolo considered his. Already, he was baring his teeth, but if Simeon noticed, he didn’t seem to care. “Of course not, dear. There’s nothing immoral about holy love, and that’s exactly what the two of us have.” His gaze shifted, flickering past you. “Our guest, on the other hand--”

Simeon didn’t get a chance to finish. Before he could, Diavolo’s hand was in his hair, clamping down around his scalp and jerking him downward, pressing Simeon’s face into your cunt so quickly and so suddenly, you didn’t process that either of them had moved - you couldn’t, not until you felt Simeon’s mouth cup your sex, his form relaxing as he caught-on to Diavolo’s intentions. It was abrupt, and so was the pleasure, a sharp heat that shot your core and made it impossible not to lurch forward as Simeon braced himself on your hips, nails digging into tender flesh, forcing you to focus on the felling of his tongue tracing patterns into your pussy, all planned, all careful, meant to make you writhe and squirm and buck against him, even when you knew you shouldn’t be enjoying this.

By way of reward, Diavolo took to carding through Simeon’s hair, petting him like a favored creature as Simeon worked. “He talks too much, doesn’t he? Men so righteous always do.” There was a hum on his part, a stifled moan on yours, and slowly, casually, Diavolo allowed his unoccupied hand to find the collar of your gown, the thin fabric disregarded with a tug and a pointed, deafening tear. Simeon was skilled in his own right, noting your reactions and devoting himself to your pleasure, but Diavolo rarely proceeded with that much caution. It shouldn’t have felt good, as he groped at your chest, nimble fingers pinching at your nipples while his careless mouth found your neck, searching for sensitive areas and abusing them, once he found what he was looking for. Compared to Simeon’s kitten licks, the delicate way his tongue curled inside of you, it was nearly too much. The feeling of his spit on your skin, of your own blood dripping down your chest whenever he bit down, it was--

It wasn’t enough.

You let out a whine, the noise pitchy, needy, and Diavolo laughed, only drawing away slightly to push a light, chaste kiss into the corner of your mouth. It was condescending, it was meant to make you feel small, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not as he pulled you closer, not as Simeon groaned and encouraged you to grind against him, to chase after what you wanted, rather than what either man was willing to give. “Is someone getting impatient?” Diavolo asked, the question cocky, mocking. “I suppose Simeon may be right. Perhaps we have been neglecting our precious mortal, after all.” He paused, letting out a faux-sigh. Not for the first time, you wondered if you’d ever truly know what went on inside his mind. “Do you want something more, princess?”

You did. You wanted more, you wanted so much more, but at the same time, you couldn’t stand the thought of accepting it. This was wrong, this was bad, this was sinful. It was sinful, even in a dream, even if you knew you’d beg for redemption the moment you awoken. You shouldn’t want this. You shouldn’t, but you did.

You wanted it more than you’d ever wanted anything.

Your voice shook, your tone meek, reluctant. Still, you could feel Diavolo grin, his hand trailing downward, meant to either aid Simeon or replace him completely. He didn’t seem to care. Pulling away, Simeon sent you another smile, beaming and proud, as if he could still sway your mind.

As if you didn’t know you’d been damned since the moment they put their hands on you.

“Yes, please.”

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seraphimbear · 4 years ago

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for the hcs: how mornings would be w each of the beatles :)

thank you for the ask!! sorry i took so long to post this i’m a dum dum and i accidentally saved it to my drafts

george:

okay so everyone knows baby boy is a cuddler

suprise suprise, he’d be completely wrapped around you when you woke up like a little sleepy koala

something tells me he’d also kick off the duvet covers in the middle of the night too rip

you’d wake up when a cold breeze flies through the window, only to feel his soft breaths tickling your neck

and his eyelashes fluttering against your cheek

he’s also a very heavy sleeper so you’d probably have to wiggle out of his grip if you’re planning on actually getting out of bed

it’s not such a bad thing though, you’d get to see a sleeping geo every morning :’)

the sunlight painting his skin, his soft hair beautifully framing his face, his lips all relaxed and delicate

like a fucking work of art, he is

oh and when he wakes up,, get ready to fall in love all over again

he’d roll out of bed and go straight to the kitchen to make some tea/coffee/hot chocolate for you both

oh and some crumpets (or marmite toast depending on how he’s feeling)

he would always always always make breakfast for you and no i don’t take criticisms

you’re his baby and he’d just wants to spoil you :’)

plus he’d still be tired so he’d hope that he could bribe you into going back to bed with him for the rest of the day

“c’mon, just a few more hours?”

“nothin’ wrong with sleepin’ in a little”

“i was in the middle of a good dream as well >:(“

he doesn’t dwell on it for long, though

especially if you start playing with his hair

oh my god he’d love it

just running your fingers through the soft strands

he’d be purring like a tiny little kitten

john:

listen he may be 5’10” but he’d act like the tiniest little thing when he wakes up

say, you’re making breakfast in the kitchen, he’d wrap his arms around you from behind and hide his face in your neck

maybe give little kisses

oh and his hands!!! he’d adore you playing with them

eating breakfast, listening to the birds sing outside your window, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles

sleepy john just loves feeling loved, you know?

occasionally he’d want to bath together

mainly just so he has an excuse to cuddle you some more like the big softy he is

and he’d love for you to make him feel beautiful when he’s getting changed

giving him very subtle compliments that make him all blushy

he'd laugh it off and tell you to shut up

which, in john language, basically means "thank you i love you pls don't stop"

ringo:

BREAKFAST IN BED

EVERY MORNING

this boy is consistent

he'd always be up before you, giving you a kiss on the forehead before rolling out of bed

some mornings he’d definitely crawl back into bed with you and accidentally wake you up with the cold chill of his rings sending shivers across your skin

mornings tend to be quite chilly so he’d just want to be as close as possible

maybe take a warm shower together, gently washing each others hair, drawing smiley faces on the foggy mirrors :’)

he’d want you to brush his hair too

he absolutely adores the delicacy of your touch

he would definitely not want to leave for work

he’d begrudgingly trudge out the front door, an overdramatised pout on his lips as he bids you farewell

paul:

horny

i mean what who said that

but no as much as he liked to take the piss out of george for being a cuddlebug, he’d definitely love a good cuddle every now and then

some mornings you wake up and he’s hugging you like a teddy, face buried in your neck

he might look all delicate and precious when he’s asleep but my god does he move around a lot in the night

whether it be flailing himself out of bed, accidentally hitting himself in the face and waking up with a gasp, sleep-dancing, you name it

anyway

he’d usually wake up around the same time you do

he would undoubtedly love it if you played with his soft hair in the mornings

maybe read to him as the sunrises, his head resting on your chest as he feels your gentle heartbeat, the vibrations of your voice bringing a sweet smile to his lips

yeah sure you might wake up with bruises from paul’s sleep-fighting or whatever, but looking at his fluttering eyelashes and beautifully parted lips, it’s hard to be too cross with him

you may have to pull him out of bed to go to work

the bed’s just so comfy and you’re so warm, why does he have to go >:(

he does concede after a few kisses from his beloved, though

oh and he’d be very very fond of the way you wrap your arms around him as he looks over his outfit in the mirror, maybe straightening his tie a little

you remember that scene in up where ellie fixes carl’s tie every morning? yeah that’s basically paul’s secret fantasy

when he looks at you in the mornings his brain is just “pretty baby 🥺 my darling 🥺🥰 my angel 💖 my love 💞💗💞”

#ask #happy valentines day!!#beatles headcanons #beatles x reader #george harrison x reader #john lennon x reader #ringo starr x reader #paul mccartney x reader #the beatles #george harrison #john lennon #ringo starr #paul mccartney

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thebookwormfairy · 4 years ago

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Maribat Winx Club Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Masterlist

Marinette *panicing*: This doesn't make any sense. How can we be family? I was born on Earth! My parents were born on Earth! I'm an Earthling!

Damian gently grabbing Marinette by the shoulder: Angel I know this is a difficult time for you right now, but we need to focus of the mission right now, okay? Let's grab the miraculous and get back to Alfea, then we can all freak out about you and Jason being related there. Okay, Angel?

Marinette: Okay

Jason: Okay! We can have a big freak out party together with your parents, Bruce, and Alfred. Can't forget the brothers and our friends either! We can all have a mental breakdown together!

Marinette: Sounds fun!

Jason went over the the chest and opens it revealing a pair of red and black Polk a dot earrings

Jason: It looks like the Ladybug earrings. Let's head home guys.

As the fairies and specialists press the buttons to head home they all had one thought in their minds

If Marinette and Jason were family what did that mean for their quest for the Miraculous?

After a nice long freak out session between everybody over the apparent relation between Jason and Marinette they gathered in Ms. Faragonda's office to tell her what they had learned on Miracul

Faragonda: Then it seems what I feared has come to pass. I must call Bruce, Alfred, and the rest of the old Miraculous holders

Jason: Wait why?

Marinette: You used to be a Miraculous holder?

Faragonda: all questions will be answered in due time once everybody is here

Faragonda sent out the call to the surviving ex miraculous holders who came right away

Alfred, Fu, and Mariam gathered in Faragonda's office along with Bruce and Jon's dad Clark who was in charge of the Justice League, a group that formed to keep peace in the magix dimensions after the fall of Miracul

Faragonda: Thank you for joining us. As you know the Miraculous have resurfaced and with them the Dark Coven

Fu: We have heard of the attacks we have also heard of the brave students who are working the gather them. *Fu gestures the the young fairies and specialists* I assume these are those brave students

Dick raising his hand: I'm actually a teacher

Alfred: Yes Master Dick and we're all very proud of you

Dick now resembles and happy golden retriever

Faragonda: Yes these are the young people who have been gathering the Miraculous. So far they've found 5 Miraculous, the Fox, the Turtle, the Rabbit, the Mouse, and most importantly the Ladybug

Mariam: That's wonderful! If only we had the Black Cat and a member of the royal family then we could use them to pull the rest of the Miraculous to them

Faragonda: We might have 2 members of the royal family with us in this room. Jason and Marinette can you please stand up here with me

Jason and Marinette stood side by side in front of the crowd of adults

Faragonda: We've been working under the assumption that Jason was just a lucky citizen of Miracul that was able to escape it's destruction, but the Miraculous call out to him. And Marinette gained her Enchantix by saving Jason's life that means their family. I've had this feeling for a long time. Look closely at these two, who do they remind you of?

Alfred was nodding his head looking at the two as if he's seeing them in a new light

Miriam gasped, covering her mouth and tears weld up in her eyes

Fu was the one to put everybody thoughts into words

Fu: They look so much like Queen Clarisse and King Roland

Faragonda: We've been living under the assumption that the Dark Ones were smart enough to get rid of the royal heirs before the attack, but what if they weren't. What if young Prince Jason took his sister Princess Marinette to the portal room and was able to escape the planet but got separated along the way. One ending up in Gotham the other on Earth.

Alfred: That would explain a lot. When Master Jason first joined us at the Manor he use to have terrible nightmares about failing to protect somebody

Fu: To bad we don't also have the ring of the Black Cat then they could call forth the rest of the Miraculous using the Miraculous box

Miriam: But the box was lost along with Miracul

Faragonda: But we might be able to find it if we also had the Black Cat

Marinette: Is the Ring of of Black Cat black with a green paw print on it?

Fu: Yes it is. How did you know that Marinette?

Marinette was hesitant, but the voice inside her head said it was alright to show them the ring

Marinette reaching into her pocket: Last year during our final exam I was assigned Miracul as the dead planet I had to bring back. During the test i head a voice call me into a cave where I found this. The voice told me to keep it hidden and not to let anybody know that I had it

Marinette pulled out the ring from her pocket showing it to the people in the room

Fu: That is indeed the Black Cat Miraculous

Jason: Why didn't you tell us about it soon Marinette?

Marinette: I was scared what it meant if the Miraculous was really calling to me as well. If that means my parents weren't really my parents. If that somehow changed my relationship with them.

Fu walked over to the girl that reminded him so much of his dear friends and put a hand on her shoulder

Fu: Marinette I may not know you or your family, but if your parents took you in and raised you for the last 16 years then you finding out that you are adopted will have no change on the relationship you have with them. Unless you let it effect it

Faragonda: It is time for you two to claim you birthright as the wielders of the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous

Jason and Marinette stared at eachother thinking over what Faragonda had just said

Marinette: But what if you're wrong? Didn't you say that anybody who wasn't the royal family or the Dark Coven would die if they but on the Miraculous

Faragonda: I'm not wrong. I've already seen you use the power of the Black Cat once before during the Scarecrow's attack on the school

Jason grabbing the Ladybug earrings: I'm in if you are Pixie Pop

Marinette tightened her grip on the ring: Let's do it or die trying

Adrien: Wow wow wow, there is no reason for either of you to die

Damian: Yeah I have to agree with Agreste let's try to not kill my girlfriend, Todd.

Jason with one earring already in: Yeah yeah yeah, don't worry Demon Spawn. I'm not going to lose my sister again.

As Jason slipped the last earring onto his ear and Marinette place the ring on her finger to balls of light came put of the jewelry and floated in front of the reunited siblings

The one in front of Jason formed into a ladybug looking creature and the one in front of Marinette formed into what looked like a small cat

Plagg stretching: Aahg finally! You know kid you could have put my miraculous on a long time ago. Your my kitten you got to get a little bit more curious then that

Marinette: Oh I'm sorry...

Plagg: Plagg Kwami of Destruction you got any cheese?

Marinette: Not on me but I'm sure we can go to the kitchen after this

Plagg: It'll have to do

Plagg flew over Marinette and landing on her head and looked every bit like an old house cat lounging on their owner

While this was happening Jason was meeting his own Kwami

Tikki: Hello Jason! I'm Tikki the kwami of creation! I remember you when you were just a little boy! You used to love chasing us around!

Jason: I remember you! You were my mom's kwami!

Tikki: Clarisse was a great Ladybug, but I know you'll do her proud!

Bruce didn't want to interrupt the found family's moment but they need to get this meeting back on track

Bruce: Since Jason and Marinette can wield the Miraculous does that mean they can summon the rest of the Miraculous right now

Fu shook his head: They would need the Miraculous box to do that and sadly we know for certain is in the hands of the Dark Coven

Marinette: But we can choose new wielders of the Miraculous right?

Alfred: That is correct

Jason: But we don't have enough Miraculous for everyone

Alya: Don't worry about that!

Rose: Yeah we all have Enchantix

Alix: This Dark Coven members have no chance against us in those forms

Juleka nodded her head in agreement

Marinette: Then let's give them to the Specialists. I love you guys but you don't have the same protections as the fairies. You'll be safer with the Miraculous

Jon: You guys don't have to worry about us we're Specialist. We are train to go into dangerous situations like this

The other boys go to agree with Jon, but Jason interrupts them

Jason: She's right boys, but we'll need to find 1 more so each of you can get one

Fu: If you two transform using the miraculous you'll be able to focus on a certain Miraculous and track it. I suggest the Dragon Miraculous it's one of the most powerful, besides the Cat and Ladybug

Jason: Let's do this Marinette

Marinette: Let's find that Miraculous

Tikki: Great! Jason all you have to do is say Spots On

Plagg: Kitten all you have to say is claws out

Jason: Tikki Spots On!

Marinette: Plagg Claws Out!

Jason now work what looked like the classic prince outfit with a red and black color scheme

While Marinette wore a tea length Princess Dress with a Black and Green color scheme with black cat ears on top of her head and black lace fingerless gloves covering her palms

Damian stared at his stunning girlfriend

Adrien was watching him with a smug smile

Adrien: Damian you might want to wipe that dwell off your chin

Damian quickly wiped his face only to find no dwell

Damian glaring at Adrien: Shut Up!

Jon: Don't tell him to shut up

Adrien: Yeah don't tell me to shut up

Marinette: I got it! It's like I can see the Miraculous itself!

Jason: Yeah it's on Salerios hidden in the royal garden

Clark: The League will call a head to the King and get him to allow us access

Bruce: We leave in an hour

And before the day was up the fairies and the Specialists had the Dragon Miraculous in their hands

Jason: Awesome with the Miraculous we have and you fairies' Enchantix the Dark Coven ont stand a chance

Tikki: And if you get the rest of the Miraculous and the Miraculous Box we can restore Miracul to it's former glory

Adrien: That'll mean you'll be a real life princess Marinette

Alya: With all the responsibilities that comes with it!

Alix: Like meetings with royals fron other planets and-

As her friends discussed Marinette's future everything really hit Marinette

It finally sunk in that her whole life was a lie

What if she wouldn't be able to see her parents any more

What if she couldn't be with Damian any more

What if she destroyed her planet like the Dark Coven did

Marinette: Hey guys I'm going to turn in for the day

Damian frowning: Are you okay Angel?

Marinette: Yeah I just need some rest after this hectic day

Jason: Are you sure Pixie Pop?

Marinette: Yeah I'm sure Goodnight

When Marinette went to her room she didn't feel any better

She knew what she had to do so she wrote a note to let her friends knew she was okay and headed to the portal room

Marinette stood in front of her parents backery gathering courage for what she was about to do

Tom and Sabine was closing for the night when their daughter rushed into the store

Tom: Marinette?

Sabine: What are you doing here sweetheart

Marinette couldn't help it and blurted out what she had learned

Marinette: I know I'm adopted!

@t1dwarrior-of-earth @clumsy-owl-4178 @vgirl-10123 @aestheticnpoetic @toodaloo-kangaroo @animegirlweeb @k-poplunardreams @our-preciousss @razzledazzle247 @justafanwarrior @kanamexzeroyaoifangirl @eve-v0lution @fusser90 @dast218

#maribat #daminette #damian x marinette #big brother Jason #winx club au #winx club

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sloppykyuu · 4 years ago

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Im continuing again

The next morning he wakes up realising u left for work and he's so tired and wonders what it is that upset his kitten so much – after getting up he starts to make some breakfast for himself and getting ready for his study group so they can talk about homework but instead he calls them and tells them that they can't come over today and that he can't join cos some things came up so he can have some time to focus on his kitten after wiring down what happens in the past few months he started to highlight big changes and realising that she seems to be coping his day and he wonders if he's correct he wonders if u really tried to be like him or if its something else so he starts watching his kitten for about two weeks and after a few days she noticed cos his friends hadn't come over but she continues as usual after he's done watching he woke up early in the morning knowing its her day off he starts to make her breakfast for bed and she wakes up to Issei bringing her fish, meat, milk and fruits and as she stars eating Issei sits next to her and kisses her head and when she looks up he asks her if she really wants to work and if she really enjoys not jumping when she sees hello kitty and she slowly shakes her head no with her mouth full and Issei keeps asking wanting to know if his theory is right if she is coping him and he was right and when she tells him that she's feared that she might be too embarrassing for him and it breaks his heart to hear that and watches his kitten eating while staring up at him and listening to him telling her that she's never embarrassing and that he loves her so much and that she doesn't need to pretend to be like him or anyone and she's so happy that he told her and she's so relived and can be like she used to be and Issei can finally sleep again and it's like before except that she is keeping the job coa she's enjoying it and Issei is so glad cos whenever he goes to pick hey up she's so happy and humps in his arms and every since Issei get very sentimental and soft whenever she kisses him, bites him, buries her face in his chest or whatever he's just so soft for her and she doesn't even know (◍•ᴗ•)

He couldn’t go on like this. He hasn’t seen his kitten happy in months, he hasn’t even been happy himself.

He continues to cancel on his study group, watches you everyday for weeks and almost everyday sees the confused look on your face when the table is occupied by him and his friends. He can see you hesitate to ask why before deciding not to ask and walking off to the bedroom with a disappointed expression.

He wakes up way earlier than normal on the day he knows you have off. Preparing a breakfast full of your favorite things and a questions he’s going to ask you while you eat.

Because he can’t go on like this.

He can’t see you hold yourself back anymore, it hurts his chest every time he sees your face light up by something you love before making eye contact with him and seeing the spark in your eyes dwindle. He can’t watch you come home from work beyond exhausted that you can’t even eat. He misses the toys scattered around his house and Makki and his puppy casually sitting next to your naked form like it’s nothing.

He can’t see you this miserable anymore.

He wakes you up with a gentle shake to your shoulder and soft words in your ear. You look so precious with your puffy face and wide yawn.

He gives a bright smile as you sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes while he places the trey filled with food over your lap. He only gives you a wink in response to the confused look you throw him.

He shuffles into the bed next to you, arm thrown around you as munch contendly on the breakfast. He watches you eat and thinks of the right time to bring everything up.

With a kiss to your head he starts. “Kitten, can I ask you something?” You look up at him and nod. “Do you enjoy going to work, do you enjoy not jumping when you see hello kitty,” he pauses, gaze piercing into yours. “Are you happy being this ‘new kitten’?”

He watches the hesitation swirl in your eyes before slowly shaking your head no.

“Then why did you stop?” There’s a sadness that pools in your pupils. It drags your head down so you look at your lap instead of his face.

“I feel like I’m embarrassing to you.” There’s a part of him that wants to scream out in joy because finally, you’re talking to him. You’re not running and hiding, avoiding him like the plague. But his heart feels heavy as he sees the tears slip down your face.

“Baby, look at me.” You turn your head up to him but your eyes drift off to the side, he supposed he’ll take what he can get before giving you a small smile and kiss to your forehead. “You could never embarrass me, kitten. Sure, you do strange things but I love them. Just because someone can’t understand you, doesn’t mean you should change. You should’ve talked to me instead of dragging your feet around, it was painful to watch angel.”

He goes on and on about how perfect you are and how you don’t need to change until tears stream down your cheeks and face is buried into his chest.

He finally feels like he can breathe.

After that morning you decided to keep your job because you enjoyed it and you were making friends there. You would run into his arms with an excited squeal when you see him waiting for you at the end of your shift.

He can finally fucking breathe.

He’s not sure what he would’ve have done if that were to continue. But now he doesn’t need to dwell on it because you were finally back to yourself.

#BAH #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa fluff #matsukawa angst #matsukawa issei #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #pea answers stuff #(◍•ᴗ•) anon #pea’s pet gfs

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mirinda03 · 4 years ago

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CONVENTIONAL FAMILY? Who’s that?

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Chapter 17: In which Logan has been permanently traumatized and Roman is a mess

Logan, now permanently traumatized by the dynamic between the elusive Sanders family, got in his car.

Immediately, he turned away from the chaos that was the Sanders house and intently drove away, planning to not come back to the house as long as he could.

Logan was, for all it was worth, a reasonable man. He knew that, logically speaking, he shouldn’t judge the sanders family from one impression.

Then again....

That was QUITE the first impression.

Shaking his head while still keeping his eyes dutifully on the road, Logan focused his whole attention into driving home. He just hoped that his house helped him forget the confusing things he had witnessed. Or, more accurately, heard.

He arrived after a while, parking the car and entering his house.

He noted the absolute silence in the room and almost sighed in relief. But, his sighing was cut short by sounds of roman pacing.

How exactly did Logan know it was Roman pacing?

By the indistinguishable and way too loud stomps the teen did.

Logan sighed, this time from frustration instead of relief. What was it now?

He went up the stairs and was about to knock on Roman’s room when he noticed the door was open.

Logan pushed the door lightly, staring impassively into the room where Roman was.

The teen was stomping, as Logan had deduced, while Princess, the Berry family’s persian cat, simply watched him walk and followed him with her head.

Logan had been opposed to the idea of getting Princess at first, finding an animal to be an unnecessary addition to their family. They DID have the space for a pet, but Logan still found no use to getting one.

But Roman had been stubborn about getting a pet. The boy fought and fought until finally, Logan allowed Roman to get a small pet.

Logan had meant a goldfish or a hamster.

Naturally, Roman chose a cat of all things. He reasoned that Princess (back then a kitten) was small and therefore counted. Logan had been quick to argue, of course, but had found it useless since they had already purchased the cat and the cat food by that time.

The cat in question looked up through wide eyes to stare at Logan. She had grown since they adopted her for sure, but she never quite lost that kitty charm that had drawn Roman in.

Of course, Logan knew the cat’s true nature. Roman might think she was an angel, but Logan had way too many shoes as proof that Princess was in fact a secret mastermind intent on ruining the house’s overal cleanliness.

Oh what a devious monster that cat was.

Logan didn’t let himself dwell on memories of Princess’ many crimes, instead looking up at his still pacing son.

“Roman” Logan said sternly “Why are you pacing around your room?”

Roman looked up, looking like a deer caught in headlight.

‘Not literally of course” Logan thought to himself “He didn’t transform into a deer or gain black eyes or antlers. He’s still very much human’

“Uhh—“Roman started, clearly intent on lying.

Logan was not having it and continued with his impassive look.

After a moment, Roman finally let out a small sigh

“Okay, fine” he said defeatedly “i’ll tell you why i’m pacing around”

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“Well? Why are you pacing around” Roman’s dad asked, looking impatient after Roman’s dramatic pause for effect

“I’m getting there” Roman whined before clearing his throat “as I was saying, i’ll tell you why i was pacing around”

Pause.

A glare.

“Fine fine” Roman said, raising his hands. After a moment, his expression turned genuinely somber

“There’s this... school play coming up, which concerns me a bit” Roman says after a moment “And I’m also a bit worried about.... Virgil”

Saying his name was always a weird occurrence for Roman. He was so used to the quips and nicknames, but found that it wasn’t appropriate right now. His worry wouldn’t communicate quite as well if he didn’t even call the emo nightmare by his name.

(Roman was, after all, one of the few not emotionally constipated people and he held on to that title proudly)

His father, Logan Berry, did NOT get into the ‘not emotionally constipated’ category

“Worried about Virgil?” His dad asked “Why would you be worried about Virgil?”

Roman sighed as if he were in pain. This conversation was so painfully awkward that he might as well have been.

“I— I don’t know! I just am” Roman said defeatedly “And the school play thing isn’t helping either”

Roman went on

“I auditioned for the school play this year and I got a very big role for a freshman. There’s seniors that auditioned for the role! And still, I got it. It’s a lot of pressure”Roman said, sharing some of his insecurities “and we’re heavily understaffed for the play which means the play might not even happen and if it does, it’ll be a bloodbath”

The last part might have been a bit overdramatic, but Roman did tend to be overdramatic

“Bloodbath?” Logan asked before realizing this was one of the instances of Roman talking metaphorically “As in, it’ll be bad?”

“Yesss!”

“Oh” Logan said neutrally, sounding robotic to Roman “What are you understaffed in?”

“We’re missing backstage crew” Roman said, pouting as he did “you don’t seem too worried”

“Because i’m not” Logan said matter-of-factly “You could ask Virgil to help”

If Roman had been drinking anything, he would have spit his drink like they did in drama shows. Alas, he was drink-less therefore he settled on spluttering wildly

“Vi-Virgil?” Roman said “That gloomy gloom? He wouldn’t go near the drama club in a million dreams. Why would you consider him?”

“Well, I had an... enlightening conversation with Virgil and found out through ‘small talk’ that he was good with tech” Logan explained “Therefore, he could help as the backstage crew”

Roman was ready to laugh, thinking Logan was joking. But one glance at Logan’s deadpanned expression and remembering who he was talking to made him realize Logan was being serious.

Huh.

Now that he thought about it....

“You know what, Pops? That’s a pretty good idea” Roman said with a grin. He remembered the moment he almost had with Virgil and thought that maybe it could work.

“And really, you shouldn’t be so worried about it” Logan continued “The school play is really far away, so you have plenty of time to prepare.”

Roman smiled, knowing this was Logan’s way to comfort him.

His smile was wiped by Logan’s next words.

“And even I appreciate that you’re choosing to start earlier than your peers, you should focus on more pressing matters. Like your math test coming up”

Roman’s eyes widened. Oh shucks. His math test!

He turned away from Logan and sat at his desk, beginning to flip through his notebook with wide eyes.

Logan exited the room, smug that he got Roman to study at last.

The little demon cat followed after him, which showed Logan that he had succeeded even further. Roman would have never been able to focus with Princess on his room.

As he went down the stairs and towards his study to get more work done, Logan felt like the traumatizing events he went through had been pushed aside. He just had to avoid encountering the Sanders and life would go back to normal.

Oh if only he knew that trying to avoid the Sanders was like trying to put out a fire with more fire (something the Sanders WERE prone to doing). It was simply impossible.

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littlelittlebear · 4 years ago

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Pretty Girl | Harry Potter x Original female!character

A/N: Wow it’s been a long time coming, i’ve written a lot of stuff before but this has to be the first properly written... anything really XD Mind y’all, I’m a babie writer so its insanely far from perfect, but I hope its enjoyable nonetheless!!

Setting: Prisoner of Azkaban

If Harry was a poet, he’d write about how he’d hope to never be looked at any other way, comparing the girl in front of him to the angels up above, and how they could never compete.

But Harry’s not a poet.

So instead of all the wonderful things, all those things he could only hope his now 13-year-old mind could one day think up, he let his stupid mouth take the reigns.

Warnings: Literally nothing other than fluff and shitty writing- they’re 13 in this!! sheesh

First off, lemme just say that the first bit will be in headcanon-form, and the second bit will be written properly cuz hunny I just can’t be that bothered.

*NOT MY GIF*

Marching into platform 9 3/4, Harry Potter found himself sporting furrowed eye brows and stress lines that could rival Filch’s. And with good reason too, he wouldn’t call his last experience [or lack there of] with Hogwarts Express smooth sailing.

Stressed and practically running through the station, [which is always a great combination] Harry, being the clumsy fuck he is, practically falls into a small figure, tripping himself and before he knew it he was mere inches away from his “Pretty Girl”.

~Flashback~

Harry was browsing in Flourish and Blotts, collecting the textbooks he’ll need for the new year, when his eyes fell upon something that definitely wasn’t a a book.

It was a girl, a very pretty girl, Harry thought. She had long, chestnut, curly hair, only some of which was held back with a pale pink ribbon. Her cheeks were rosy and uplifted, and her lips were peachy as the cakes Mrs Weasley sent Harry last year.

His gaze, physically unable to be torn away from this girl, trails down to the book in her hands.

‘Omens’ [i can’t remember the real book’s name for the life of me HELP]

I wonder if that will come in handy

“Plannin’ on payin’ any time soon lad?” The owner teases, aware of the young boy’s obvious distraction.

Blushing and awkward, Harry practically throws him the money before briskly walking out the store.

- - - -

The young Potter boy walks down the concerningly-creaky staircase of the Leaky Cauldron for breakfast when he stops dead in his tracks. “Pretty Girl” [as Harry named her, it’s not what you would call a creative nickname, but what did you expect?] walks passed the little inn, her wavy hair swaying as shes visible one second, and vanishes the next- the inn’s walls between each window blocking her from view.

Her brief appearance was similar to one’s of a ghost. At least, the look on Harry’s face gave away that impression.

His breathing stilled, completely fucking petrified. Or happy, he can’t quite tell at the moment.

But before he could even decide as to what he should do next, he’s interrupted by the oh-so-familiar sounds of his two best friends bickering downstairs.

~End of Flashback~

[play] -> https://open.spotify.com/track/1yzoe7r21sTWPcPc57OrPc?si=vMP4aqL6Qq-ZWtU2t3EJ8Q

Papers and pamphlets fell from their not-so-secure blankets in between textbook pages, only they didn’t fall like paper would. They fell like silk, twisting and turning in ways that only fabrics could. The early morning sunlight streamed through the station roof, making the falling paper look less like silk and more like sunbeams.

It was a fucking sight.

As if the moment could become even more ineffably-fucking-beautiful, there stood the girl, whose face he’d practically memorised at this point (from both her recurring appearances as of late, and the amount of times he’s replayed all of her sightings in his head), with her big brown eyes looking straight at him like she’s found something she’s lost.

If Harry was a poet, he’d write about how he’d hope to never be looked at any other way, comparing the girl in front of him to the angels up above, and how they could never compete.

But Harry’s not a poet.

So instead of all the wonderful things, all those things he could only hope his now 13-year-old mind could one day think up, he let his stupid mouth take the reigns.

“You…” Crap.

“Me...?”

Christ, could that have gotten any creepier?

Naturally, got acquainted.

“Hi! Um, I’m Harry,” A pause, “Potter.”

Her left eyebrow raises just a touch before she settles into a comforting smile.

“Nice to meet you, Harry. I’m Lucy, Lucy la Barrie.”

Harry smiles, you look like a Lucy, he thinks.

“I hope that’s a good thing.” She beamed. Harry’s eyes widened- did he just say that out loud? “It is. A good thing.” He stammered, squinting slightly as if closing his eyes could lessen the embarrassment.

But the embarrassment left as quickly as it came when they started a surprisingly comfortable conversation, as she picked up a black cat that Harry learned was named ‘Beast’. A name that he joked to be completely inappropriate for the kitten’s tiny stature.

“Is it true that Voldemort doesn’t have a nose?” Lucy inquired jokingly as they started walking towards the train compartments.

Harry had been laughing so hard that moment, muttering a bewildered “yeah” after his laughing fit died down, that he had completely blown over the fact that Lucy had called Voldemort by his name, and not some silly cowardice nickname.

But what he did notice was that Lucy doesn’t dwell on the fact that he’s HARRY POTTER- Which he was thankful for.

After a moment of that peaceful silence found once you’ve finished laughing, Harry had noticed the blue and gold letterman jacket Lucy had been brushing off as they stepped onto the train. A bird surrounded by lightning bolts rested on its sleeve, with ‘la Barrie, 5’ stitched on the back. He was about to point it out but was abruptly interrupted by a whistle signaling the train’s departure.

“This is the compartment my friends told me to meet them in,” Lucy gestured to the empty compartment beside her, “I trust you’ll come to find me once we reach campus?” She smirked with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah! Yeah, definitely.”

“Good. I’ll see you around, Harry.”

With the lock of the compartment door, Harry sighs. His face is virtually unreadable, but boy does it look happy.

That is until the train starts up and he’s practically launched onto the opposing compartment door, taking that as his queue to look for Ron and Hermione.

He has a lot to talk about.

- - -

A A A it’s done!! I mean, it’s not done, theres going to be a couple more parts but this part’s doneeeeeee

I would really like to apologies for how terrible this is, but i had a lot of fun writing it so shit or not it was enjoyable for me XD

Please let me know if you liked it, and if i should continue <3

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mrs-hyperfixed-writes · 4 years ago

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Guardian Angel

I have a request if you don't mind? (Totally feel free to ignore it though!) Mark is lonely after Celine leaves, so Damien and/or the DA gives him a cat (or maybe Mark finds one out in the rain and brings it in). Animals can sense the presence of the supernatural, so the cat can tell that the Entity in the house is trying to mess with Mark's head. The cat keeps ruining the Entity's plans, so it tries to get rid of the cat. When the Entity eventually tries to make a deal with Mark, he is like "WTF, no! You tried to kill my cat! (ง'̀-'́)ง"

@the-tragic-hero-and-you if you want me to stop tagging you in my Actor stories just let me know xx

If this felt a bit rushed at the end it was because I was desperately trying to get it finished and out.

She was gone.

It almost didn’t seem real. The Actor was sure that if he pinched himself then he would wake up from this horrible nightmare. This was nothing but a bad dream. That deep pit in his stomach, that cracking that he felt inside his chest, the pounding in his head. . .They would all go away once he woke himself up. He would sit bolt upright in bed covered in sweat and gasping for breath. Moonlight would stream through the windows to show the late hour and a body would stir next to him between the silk sheets. He’d look over at her and sigh in relief before sliding back down and pulling her to his chest.

But try as he might to wake himself, this was reality. How long had his Celine been gone? A day? A week? A month? He didn’t know, time seemed to blend together. All he knew was that she had left, and taken a large part of his heart with her.

***

If people didn’t know better, they might think that the manor on top of the hill was abandoned. There were never any lights on, and no one had been maintaining the flora that had once been the epitome of prim and proper. Now the hedges were overgrown and the grass tall enough to obscure any rocks that someone may trip on, the cobblestone path that led up to the front door was beginning to suffer with the weeds that had grown between the stones. But people noticed how every week two men would drive up with bags of groceries and toiletries and leave them on the doorstep of the house before driving away. And only when they were out of sight of the house would the front door creak open and a man in a red robe would take everything inside. So no, the manor on top of the hill - as desolate as it may be - was not abandoned. But life had left with the mistress of the house.

***

The wind and rain was relentless. The windows of the manor shook with the force of it. And as the wind wailed outside, Mark found that he wanted to join in. Recently, it had seemed that all he had been doing was crying and going down to his wine cellar to drink himself into a sleep. And when he wasn’t doing that, he was sitting in a bed that hadn’t had its sheets changed in weeks holding onto the pillow that she had laid her head on. It was pathetic, he knew that. His pride took a fatal blow every time he did it, but he couldn’t help himself.

Thinking about her hurt. He couldn’t even think of her name without feeling like he was twisting the knife in his chest. And she had left him for William. His brother, one of his closest friends. The three of them plus Damien had been thick as thieves in childhood. There had been no secrets between the two of them, no story too embarrassing to share.

And none of it mattered to either of them.

He didn’t know who instigated the relationship. Would it make him feel better to know? Probably not. Did they always have feelings for each other? Surely not? There must have been a time when Mark was enough in her eyes. He could have had any woman he wanted and he chose her. Didn’t that idea give her at least a little bit of satisfaction? He was rich, famous, and he loved her dearly. He had given her everything in the world. If she had asked he would have taken the moon from the sky and hung it on a chain to give to her as a necklace, even if it had sat at the bottom of her jewellry box for the rest of her days.

In the end it meant nothing. Two people he had cared about had spit on him and left him to drown in his own sorrows. And Damien? Damien. He knew. Maybe he hadn’t approved of William and Celine’s affair, but he hadn’t said a goddamn thing to Mark about it. Mark had used his wealth and influence so. Many. Times to bail Damien out of any trouble he had ever gotten himself in, but that meant nothing too. Everything Mark had done meant nothing.

Mark meant nothing.

Not even a year ago, he had been a man full of confidence and pride with a manor that was worth more than some entire towns. He had a chef and butler to take care of his needs. But now. . . Mark could barely get out of bed unless he had a drink. He had sent Chef and Benjamin home, and now the manor was falling into a state of disrepair. Sometimes he had fits of anger where he’d throw furniture against the walls. Then he’d break down, regretting all that hubris and confidence that had dictated his life.

And sometimes there was a voice. It didn’t belong to him and he didn’t like it, but it came from inside his head. Whenever he heard it he wondered if he was going mad. He wondered if Celine would be happier knowing that she had destroyed him.

You hate them don’t you? Don’t lie, it hissed with that serpentine voice.

Did he? He had known them for so long. He didn’t know if he had it in him to truly hate them. They had so much history.

How can you not? Do you think they even spared a thought for you? Clearly not while they were fucking when your back was turned. They deserve your hate.

Had they really never thought of him? Not once in their entire affair?

You’ve been forgotten. By everyone. No one is coming back for you.

It was right of course.

They deserve your hate.

They did.

You hate them.

He hated-

A loud banging brought him out of his thoughts. Those thoughts and feelings that had started to cloud his judgement dissipated like a puff of smoke. He didn’t hate them. Not yet.

That banging sounded again. The front door. Someone was at his front door.

***

It took a considerable amount of willpower on the Actor’s part to drag himself out of his bed and down to the front door. Part of him hoped that whoever it was would give up soon and leave him to his torment. Another part of him craved human contact so badly that he found himself wanting to rush to the door.

Bracing himself, he grabbed the door handle and twisted. The door creaked open, and he came face to face with the DA.

He didn’t know who he had expected. Maybe part of him hoped that Celine had come back to him. When was he going to learn that things were never going to go back to the way they were? Would he always hold out hope for a reality that was gone? He should’ve realised what he had when he had it. But he snapped himself back to reality before he could dwell on those things, and instead he turned his attention to the DA.

At their feet they had placed a single giant bag full of shopping. Past the toiletries that had been stacked on the top he couldn’t see what else was in the bag. That was strange, Chef and Benjamin had dropped off food for him not that long ago. He wasn’t running out just yet. (Y/n) looked better than Mark did, but dark circles underneath their eyes told tales of sleepless nights. He entertained the thought of them being kept up thinking of him. But surely that wasn’t true. No one thought of him. They held a black umbrella over their head. Mark noted that they were hiding one hand behind them, but he didn’t care enough to ask what they were holding.

They sighed in relief when he answered, but that was quickly followed by a look of utter sadness and a wrinkle of the nose when they took in the sight and the smell of him. To summarise, Mark smelled of a bar that had been abandoned with all the bottles on the shelf opened. He looked even worse. He looked like a dead man. It was half true.

“Mark-”

“Did Damien send you?” He asked them, a hint of the resentment he felt for the mayor creeping into his voice.

(Y/n) shook their head. “ No. But he’s worried about you. It's been a month and a half and no one has heard from you.”

Was that it? It had only been around forty five days? It had felt like an eternity.

“I don’t care,” Mark whispered, letting even more of his resentment show as he began to shut the door.

(Y/n) shot their free hand out and pushed against the door, and for all that anger that he had towards Damien, he didn’t put up a fight when they opened it again. He didn’t feel the same way for the DA. They hadn’t known. And they had been the one to comfort him when he had discovered the affair. He felt nothing but a sort of love for the DA, but right now he wasn’t of the mind to share that with them. He was afraid that whatever he felt for them - be it friendship or something else - would be rejected. And he was too damaged from Celine and William to consider moving on.

They swallowed, “Mark, I’m here because I’m worried. You sent Chef and Benjamin home and there are never any lights on and you smell as if-” They had to take a deep breath before they continued, seemingly finding it difficult to keep their own emotions in check. “I’m sorry I haven’t been up as much as I would have liked to be. I promise I’ll try to be here more. But you need something to love. You need something to keep you company.”

With that, they brought their hidden hand out from behind their back. They held a fuzzy bundle as black as the night sky. For a second, he was confused until it opened its amber eyes and stared at him.

“A cat?”

(Y/n) looked almost bashful now. “I found him two days ago. He was abandoned on the side of the road. No owner and only about a year and a half old. No fleas or diseases either. He needs a home.”

They held the kitten out for him to take. He was so small. Small enough that he could easily be mistaken for a kitten. He briefly thought of rejecting this gift, but in the end the Actor reached out and gently took it from (y/n)’s hand. Something in his heart twisted when it snuggled into his chest and let out a high cry.

Mark looked back up at the DA, stared into their hopeful eyes. “I’ll try.”

They sighed in relief. “One week Mark. I’ll come and check on you in one week. I promise.”

Hesitantly, they leaned forward, brushing his cheek with their lips. And as they walked away, Mark reached up and touched where their lips had been.

He had watched the DA get in their car and drive away before taking the bag in and shutting the door before sliding down against it, the cat still bundled up against his chest. He rummaged through the bag, finding all the food and cat toys that (y/n) had hidden beneath the shower gel and soap. Bless them.

He looked down. The little black bundle uncurled himself and looked up at Mark. It put its paws on his chest and stood upright, using Mark’s hand as a platform for support. He let out another little cry. Mark brought his head closer, and was a little surprised when it licked his nose and bumped itself against his face. It was as it was telling him it’s okay, I’m here now. Mark was interested to see how this was going to turn out.

Not that much followed for the rest of that day. Mark tried to name the kitten and failed. He fed him and tried to play with him, and when the clock struck midnight he took the cat up to bed with him and passed out.

***

Mark was cold. Colder than he’d ever been. He was caught in a blizzard, the snow coming down so thick that he couldn’t see three feet in front of him. His feet were numb. He barely had the strength to trudge through the snow, the cold sapping all of his strength like a leech. But he had to go on. He felt like something would be waiting for him if he could just keep moving.

Eventually he came to his mansion, the only sign of civilization on this frozen wasteland. The lights were on in the living room. He made his way to where the front door should have been, but to his horror he realized that it was gone, nothing but a brick wall in its place. He fought his way through the snow to press himself against the glass of the window to peer inside.

Celine was there. She was smiling and laughing, and Mark’s heart twisted and how beautiful she looked with a smile on her face. There had been a time where she had always wore that smile for him. Maybe that’s what this smile was for. Maybe she was waiting for him.

And then he saw William, and the cold that pierced his heart had nothing to do with the blizzard. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, planting little kisses along her neck to make her giggle before she twisted around in his arms to kiss him deeply.

Mark had to look away, the wound in his heart ripped freshly open. He felt something behind him, something dark. He was too afraid to turn around, even when he felt it idly play with the hair atop his head. Something so casual and yet it inspired such a deep feeling of fear in Mark that he was frozen.

This happiness is at your expense pet.

He didn’t like that. Both that whatever was behind him used a pet name as if to claim him and the fact of William and Celine’s relationship.

The kiss. They fuck. They spend their days together while you rot. It’s not fair is it?

It wasn’t fair. But he didn’t want to listen to this. He wanted to cover his ears and make it go away. But he was stuck. Frozen. A prisoner in his own body. He couldn’t even do a thing as he felt something long and cold - a finger most likely - trail up his spine through his thin robe. He didn’t want it touching him.

But it doesn’t have to be this way.

Doesn’t it?

You could make them feel what you feel. You could make them understand.

He could? He brought his eyes up to the window again. Celine and William’s passion had begun to pick up now, hands fumbling to take clothes off and share their love right in the Actor’s own home.

He wanted them to understand. He wanted -

A piercing shriek rang through the frozen hellscape and Mark felt a small piercing pain in his chest. It was as if he was being stabbed with a little needles. The presence behind him hissed, angry at the disruption. He felt it slither away into the storm. His vision began to fade at the edges, the shrieking getting louder and louder.

Mark’s eyes fluttered open. A dream. Just a bad dream. And the source of the shrieking as on his chest. His cat stood, kneading his claws through the fabric of Marks robe. When he lifted a hand to move him, the cat moved closer to his face to shriek even louder, desperately trying to wake him.

“Alright, alright. I’m awake,” he groggily said as he sat up.

The kitten stopped making that high-pitched wail, deciding instead to press his head up against Mark’s hand and give him affectionate licks. He needed to be fed. Mark picked the small bundle up in one hand and made his way down to the kitchen.

***

The Actor hadn’t left his bedroom door open when he had gone down to feed the cat. He was sure that it had been shut firmly behind him. He stepped in, and realised that it was so much darker than it should have been. Memories flashed. He remembered Celine and him spending nights in each other's arms, him and Celine talking of the future, him and Celine speaking about the family they would start. That last memory hurt more than the others.

She’s planning this with William now.

That voice. The voice that haunted him both in dreams and in reality. And in that moment Mark knew that it was the one responsible for the absence of light. His bedroom had never been a place of such pain before this moment, even when all Actor had done was curl up with the pillow Celine had used.

She shares the dreams of a family with that Colonel.

Mark fell to his knees, afraid that they would give out on their own. He didn’t want to think about William and Celine’s future children. He hated them already.

The corner of the room, it was so much darker than the rest of it. No light would ever breach that dark stain. And he knew that that was where the voice was coming from. He stared, finding the shape of something so monstrous that the Actor’s mind could barely comprehend it.

And that stain grew. Grew until it was right in front of him and a long clawed finger reached out of that dark mass and used it to tilt Mark’s chin up.

But you can stop it. Can stop them. Why should they be happy?

They didn’t deserve happiness. They had taken his. They had spit on his.

Kill their chances. They don’t deserve them. I can help you. I can-

Mark was so hypnotized by the entity that he didn’t even see the black furry ball dart into the room. But he did notice when it planted itself between them and hissed and spat. The entity shrank back, and if Mark didn’t know better he would say it was afraid of the cat. The little black furball hissed and spat as if it was a black panther, screaming and yowling with so much anger that Mark was stunned. This cat was prepared to fight the being for him. It looked like it was about to lunge. It came to rescue him.

Without thinking, he scooped him up in a hand and bolted out of that room and slammed the door shut, shuddering at what had just gone down. And when he held the cat up to his face he couldn’t help but let out a small smile when it covered his nose with affectionate kisses.

***

It happened again. Mark had let the cat out to use the toilet, and he felt that being behind him. Felt those dark hands on his shoulder. Felt it slam the door shut to keep the cat out. And heard it whisper Damien.

Do you feel like a fool pet? Do you feel like a fool for trusting Damien? For helping him? Do you remember that scandal? The one where the Mayor was nearly exposed for gambling? It was a poker addiction was it not? He nearly gave away the entire town

Mark did remember. It hadn’t really been a scandal. Mark had got there before Damien did something drastic. Mark had paid off all his debts. Mark had paid for him to get private help to confront his addiction. Damien had said that now he would be forever in Mark’s debt.

So you do remember. You would think that a man in your debt would have told you your wife was fucking your brother.

Somewhere in the back of his head Mark knew what it was trying to do. But he was beginning to lose the will to fight. He hated this thing. Hated the way it touched him. Hated the way it called him pet. Hated the ownership it had over him. But it was so hard. And on top of that, the part of him that wanted revenge was growing. And he could do nothing to stop it.

It snaked a finger up his cheek like a lover. Mark wanted to vomit.

Then the entity let out a cry. And when Mark wrench himself free of that grip he saw his cat. He was absolutely furious, and somehow had a mouthful of darkness and was tearing into it like there was no tomorrow. The entity dissipated, leaving to presumably go lick its wounds. He looked down at that furious bundle. How had he gotten in? The was only one window open on the second -

Mark knelt. “Did you climb up to the second floor for me?”

The cat just started to climb him, coming to a stop on his shoulder and rubbing its head against his face. Mark couldn’t describe just how much he was beginning to love this cat.

***

That thing had lost its patience. Mark could feel it. A dark cloud stood before him, that entity hiding within. He had come into the living room for. . . What had it been for? He couldn’t remember. All thoughts had fled his mind when he came back to face this dark cloud. From within, he heard the snake-like voice of the entity, no longer just a voice in his head to make him doubt his sanity. Tendrils of darkness reached out, spreading that ghastly darkness out through the room, wrapping it around him. Isolating him. He could see nothing beyond this blackness.

She fucked him while you were married. She kissed you and told you she loved you all the while she was thinking of him. Would you like to know how long that went on?

Mark shook his head. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to-

A year. For an entire year she lied to year face. Neither of them even respected you enough to end the marriage first. She’d fuck you half-heartedly then leave your bed to meet him outside. So you remember your favourite spot in the garden? That was the place where they did it the most.

The Actor had proposed to her there.

You see how little you mean? You want revenge. You want to make them suffer.

He did.

You want them to feel your pain.

He wanted to make them feel his pain.

You want their entire lives to fall apart before they even realize we were involved.

He wanted-

A familiar shriek rang through the air. Mark snapped his head to the side just in time to see his cat fly at the entity. The entity let out a scream of its own, and when the cat came close enough a tendril flicked out and smacked it away. The cat hit the far wall and slid to the ground, landing with a thud. It tried weakly to get up before collapsing back onto its side and letting out a pitiful meow.

Darkness closed in again. But all Mark saw was red.

I can-

“Get out.”

Time stood still. And if Mark didn’t know any better he’d say that the entity was lost for words. Stunned into silence.

I-

“Get. Out.”

The entity laughed. You think-

Mark threw his hands up and screamed, “This is my house! You’re trespassing! Get out! Get out! Get out!”

White hot fury coarsed through Mark’s veins. It had tried to kill his cat. His anger was so extreme that it radiated out of him like the darkness radiated out of this thing. He wouldn’t stand for things anymore. Celine and William, they weren’t worth his time. They were insignificant. He didn’t care about revenge. He wanted to forget them. And he wanted to be left alone by this creature to take care of his cat. And as that horrible creature’s influence started to release him, so too did that darkness start to dissipate. Something like real fear was in the air. But it wasn’t his.

Wait! I-

“You tried to kill my cat.” Mark took a deep breath. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

The fear was thicker now, and that darkness shattered the living room window on its way out. Mark had felt lighter than he had in years. He rushed to his cat, scooping him up in his hands. The cat purred. He was going to be okay.

“My guardian angel,” he murmured. “Angel.”

Mark wondered what to do next. Taking Angel to the vet would probably be best. Then maybe beg Chef and Benjamin to come back home. And maybe, just maybe, he could ask the DA to come over for a cup of coffee.

Things were going to be okay.

#actor Mark #actor mark x y/n #markiplier #markiplier egos #the DA #Celine #William #Actor gets a cat #Abandonment #loneliness #Cheating #Honestly I can't stand Celine

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socially-awkward-lvl-over9000 · 4 years ago

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Welcome to RAD

Notes: Continuation of my OC/Self Insert. Part one is here, part two is here. Should I make a master list?

This turned out longer than I had hopped. I forgot how much of the intro was just Lucifer talking your ear off.

That night Satan was summoned as per his request. He noted how she was getting better at summoning him by herself, without him willing himself to be summoned. He was greeted with the familiar sight of the small brunette, though less anxious as she was when they first met. “So, what’s up?” Before he was able to speak the loud sound echoed through the house that sounded like a door opening. He watched the blood drain from her face as she quickly pushed him over to the closet. “Hide now, please don’t make a sound.” Even as a whisper the blond demon felt the pact seal his mouth shut and his body let him be pushed into the closet at the command.

He felt his temper flare up as he wanted to demand what was going on, but his angry thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging of knocks that he could hear from the closet. “Why are you still awake?!” Satan could tell the voice was male, most likely her father.

“I’m just changing, I’m heading to bed now.” Satan looked at the clock on his D.D.D. It was only just after 9 at night, he didn’t understand why a seventeen year old was being told to go to bed so early. She sounded frightened, and Satan started to understand why she hid him.

He heard some more yelling but Satan had already heard enough to understand the situation. His anger was no longer directed at Allie, but the man that was in the process of stomping out of the old house. A good few minutes after he had left, after the brunette was sure her father was gone, he was let out of the closet. “Sorry about that.” He observed how she was still shaking slightly as he felt the hold of her pact order fall from him.

She got out of his way and sat on her bed as he made his way out of the hiding place he was shoved into. “It’s fine, just don’t do that again.”

“Sorry, but if dad had seen you…” She trailed off, thinking he was talking about being shoved into the closet.

“Not that, don’t use your pact on me again.” Satan thought she had found out about how to use her hold on their pact on her own. There was no way she unintentionally used it.

Though her confused look said otherwise. “Used my pact? What do you mean?”

There was no reason for Satan to believe she was lying, plus it wasn’t like he knew everything about pacts. “I didn’t mention this when we first made the pact, and I’ve avoided mentioning it but, as the pact holder you are able to use your pact with a demon to command them. When a command is issued with the pact the demon has to obey, even if they don’t want to.”

Her eyes widened at the implication. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t- but how did I- I didn’t mean to.” She didn’t want to force him to do anything, she just really wanted didn’t want her dad to see him.

There was really nothing that could come from dwelling on it so Satan decided it was best to change the subject to why he was there in the first place. “Here.” He handed her the paperwork that he had been handed before he was summoned. “There is going to be an exchange program in the Devildom, and you’ve been chosen to participate.”

She took the small amount of paperwork and looked it over. “Exchange program?” The paperwork was simple stuff, asking for her name, date of birth, any allergies, medication, etc.

She skimmed over the explanation, how she would be spending a year in the Devildom, while the demon that delivered the news sat down to play with her cat. “What if I say no?” Satan didn’t even have to answer as he casually flipped to the last page and pointed at the last bit of text at the bottom. “Even if you do not fill out this paperwork you will still be summoned to the Devildom for this Student Exchange Program. Thank you for your participation.”

“Signed Diavolo, Prince of the Devildom.” Satan finished. “I don’t believe declining is an option.”

The brunette sighed and accepted her fate, but before she started on the paperwork another worry popped in her head. “How am I going to explain this….” She had just finished senior year not too long ago and her dad was expecting her to get a job, and she doubted her dad would be okay with this. “And I don’t really want to leave Kira alone, my dad hates cats…”

The demon could see why she would worry about those things. Between the scene he heard and the new information of her dad’s opinion of cats, Satan was starting to think her dad might be as bad as Lucifer. “You can put Kira as your familiar, then you can most likely take her with you. As for how to explain all of this, I believe there is some sort of plan, I don’t know if it’ll be an effective plan but I assume they have some sort of plan.”

Most of the night was filled with Satan helping her fill out her paperwork and trying to keep her from panicking. “A week?! I seriously only have a week to prepare for a whole year?! In Hell!”

She was pacing now. Normally Satan would have lost his temper by now, but he was surprisingly calm. His main concern was calming her down right now. “You only need to bring any immediate essentials or things you can’t replace. You’ll be given an allowance to buy other things you’ll need while you’re there.” Most of this was explained in the paperwork, but Satan figured hearing it voiced might reach her panicked state a bit better. He stood up and stopped her from pacing. “Do you want me to help you pack? That way you don’t have to worry about it all week.” The blond felt an unfamiliar emotion bubble in him when the human face planted into his shoulder and nodded. He felt the urge to hold her there, but he didn’t know why. He felt her worry and exhaustion as she fiddled with her pact mark. He had yet to tell her he could feel her when she touched his mark on her thigh, but some part of him didn’t want to for fear of her to stop.

It was almost dawn when the pair was done. She had a Coca-Cola duffle bag filled with some clothes and some essentials. She also had a backpack with a few books, CDs, her laptop, and headphones. Kira’s carrying case was also packed with the kittens favorite toys and a few snacks, though most of her kitten's stuff couldn’t be packed till right before it was time to leave. Satan layed down on the girl's bed. “I’m going to sleep here now.” He was tired, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to get much, if any, sleep before class started.

He wasn’t serious though because the human that occupied the room reacted the way he expected. “Oh no you aren’t. Come on, get up.” He actually let himself laugh a little as she grabbed his hand and tugged on his arm till he stood up. “Thank you for helping me, but I gotta send you home now.”

She sent him back to the Devildom, where he got lectured for being out all night. He couldn’t care though, the blond felt almost… excited to have the small brunette in there, where he could see her every day. All he had to do was wait one week, the entire week he had been texting her and keeping her updated as he found out information on her stay. In that one week he found that she would be staying in The House of Lamentation, like the third exchange student, that Satan was going to be in charge of taking care of her, and that, with the information she gave about ways to keep her calm, she was going to be in Levi’s room until her room was finished. Satan didn’t know how he felt about that one. It made sense though, he knew she had a love for the ocean and the water was calming for her, plus it was only temporary. They only had one guest room ready, so they needed to clear out another one for Allie.

The week passed and after the three angels came Asmo with his pact holder Solomon, then it was Satan’s turn to go get Allie. He sent her a text telling her it was time and he was summoned. It was one of the first times he had been summoned during the day. The white floral wallpaper seemed almost two bright under the light from her windows. Allie stood there, clearly nervous, with her backpack, duffle bag, and cat carrier. This was also the first time she summoned him when she wasn’t in pajamas. She wore a simple blue tee shirt with a butterfly print on it and baggy jeans. “You ready?” She seemed too nervous to speak, but her kitten meowed to let everyone know she wanted out of her carrier. “Hey, I’ll be right there with you.” He held out his hand and had an actual smile as she took it.

“Is that your school uniform?” Satan realized this was the first time she had seen him in his uniform, today was a day of a lot of firsts.

“Yes, you’ll be wearing something similar at RAD.” With a flash of light the timid human found herself in the student council room of RAD in the Devildom.

She was startled at first by the cheerful voice of the demon prince himself. “Hello, and welcome to the Devildom Allie.” She assumed he was Lord Diavolo, since he was the only one in a different colored uniform. His red uniform matched his hair, but everyone else was in black. “I’m sure you know why you’re here.” The small girl nodded, still holding Satan’s hand. Diavolo was intimidating, to say the least. “Well, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Diavolo, I am the ruler of all demons. This is the Royal Academy of Diavolo, though we only call it RAD. Right now you’re standing in the assembly hall, where we officers of the student council Gould our meetings. I am the president of said student council.” The demon prince paused, though the human still didn’t seem too keen on speaking. “This is Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride.” He gestured over to a man with black hair with grey tips and red eyes. “He is also the Vice President of the student council and my right hand man.”

Allie had remembered hearing a few stories about Lucifer from Satan, the older demon seemed to be the cause of most of the blond haired demon's anger. Lucifer smiled at her, but it seemed more like a just a polite smile rather than a genuine one. “Speaking on behalf of the entire student body at this great and storied school of ours, I offer you a most heartfelt welcome, Allie.”

Said human was able to mutter out a small, “H-Hi.” With an awkward hand wave. To say she felt out of place and in over her head was an understatement.

The Avatar of Pride continued despite the awkward greeting. “Diavolo believes that we demons should start strengthening our relationships with both the human world and the Celestial Realm. As a first step toward this goal, we’ve decided to institute an exchange program.” Allie remembered some of this information in the paperwork she did a week beforehand, but having it spoke aloud helped her understand it better. “We have sent three of our students to the human world and three to the Celestial Realm, and we are welcoming six students to our school: three from your world and three from the Celestial Realm.” It was nice for Allie to know that she wasn’t the only human going to be here, even if it was only two others. “Since you already have a pact with Satan, you have been chosen as one of the humans to participate in this program of ours. Your period of stay is one year. You will have to work on tasks that you will receive from RAD. After one year, you will write a paper about your exchange here in the Devildom.” The human timidly raised her hand. “Yes, what is it?”

She almost resembled a frightened kitten as she spoke. “Um… what kind of tasks?”

“It’s similar to school work in your world, and speaking of such, here is your D.D.D.” The raven haired demon handed her a red smartphone. “Your cellphone from your world won’t work here, so this will be your new phone for as long as you’re here.”

The brunette let out a polite, “Thank you.” as she was handed the phone.

“You already know Satan, the fourth oldest, he will be the one mainly helping you through your year here.” Lucifer continued.

Before anything more could be said Diavolo stepped in again with his cheerful smile. “But Satan won’t be the only one helping you, why don’t you introduce your other brothers Lucifer?”

The demon in question sighed, he didn’t seem to actually want to do that. “Very well, I suppose I better have to. Mammon isn’t here at the present but I’m sure you will meet him soon enough.”

“You’d be better off if you didn’t though.” The purple haired man that seemed to be playing on his phone the entire time.

Lucifer looked unfazed by the interruption. “That’s Leviathan, though we mostly refer to him as Levi, he’s the third oldest and the Avatar of Envy.”

Levi looked up from his phone for the first time. “I’m a ‘that’? Oh I get it, it’s cause I’m just a yucky Otaku, huh. So not fair.” He seemed to sulk lower into his chair and went back to his phone.

Allie perked up a bit at the word Otaku. She hoped that meant the same thing here as it did in her world, if anime existed in the Devildom it would make staying a whole lot easier for her. Lucifer continued, ignoring his pouting younger brother. “And this is Beelzebub, the sixth oldest.”

The redheaded man he referred to looked grumpy to say the least. “I’m hungry, can I eat yet?”

That reminded Allie of something she had, and she was ever the one to try and be helpful. “Um… I have some chips if you want…”

the tall redhead perked up at that. “Really?” He got up and made his way over to the much smaller human as she nodded and put down her cat carrier and duffle bag to reveal a bag of Sour Cream and Onion chips from her backpack and handed them to the demon. “I like this human.” Said human smiled a bit at the words and the smile that her chips brought to Beelzebub. “You can call me Beel.”

Satan waited till Beel walked back to his seat to ask, “Why did you have chips?”

Allie just looked at his face, not his eyes still he noted, and replied, “My dad doesn’t like Sour Cream and Onion, but I do. I didn’t want to leave them and have them go bad.” It seemed like the most obvious thing to her, but then again Satan had already come to terms that this human was odd.

Once Beel was back in his seat Lucifer opened his mouth to speak but he was cut off by the sound of the door opening. “I’m back~” A blond man walked through the doors and over to them in a way that reminded Allie of Angel from Rent. “Solomon is all set in Purgatory Hall.” His eyes fell on Allie. “Aw~ is this Satan’s pact holder? She’s so tiny and cute! Well... not as cute as me but still.”

Allie could hear the Avatar of Pride huff with exhaustion. “This is Asmodeus, he is the fifth oldest and the Avatar of Lust. Asmodeus, this is Allie, our second exchange student from the human world.”

“That’s me, but you can call me Asmo.” The Avatar of Lust walked over to the human that had only just let go of Satan’s hand. She kinda regretted letting go because she could feel her anxiety rising as Asmo approached her. “Dear, I appreciate your fondness of my shoes but my eyes are up here.” She was able to timidly look up to the man’s chest. “Further.” Slowly her gaze rose but right as she was about to look into his eyes… she blinked and looked at his hair. “Okay, rude, Satan did you already warn her about my gaze?”

Satan himself wanted to laugh. “No, I didn’t have to. She doesn’t look anyone in the eye, it probably has to do with her anxiety. Though I probably should warn you Allie, Asmodeus’ gaze can charm people and he can use that to manipulate you.”

Lucifer seemed to have enough of the interruption. “Sit down Asmodeus.” He waited for his younger brother to make his way to his seat before continuing. “There are Seven of us brothers in all, but not all of us are here. I am the oldest.”

Diavolo took it from there. “During your stay in the Devildom, the brothers will be here to help you along the way. You’ll also be staying in the House of Lamentation with them for your protection.”

The human nodded, she understood that this was the demon realm and that she couldn’t survive on her own, she was grateful they would let her stay with them. “Well, now that that’s done.” The eldest stood up from his own seat. “Satan and I will be showing you the way to the house, we have a few more things to discuss before we welcome our third exchange student. Levi, you come too.”

The purple haired boy looked surprised. “Eh! Why me?!”

Allie grabbed her bags as Satan led her to the door. Lucifer apparently wasn’t too keen on waiting on Levi. “I will explain at the house. Come or I will force you.” That got the other demon out of his chair. Allie held onto the back of Satan’s jacket, a habit of hers when she was nervous. She had no idea how she was going to survive this year.

#oc talk #obey me #Little Witch Allie #I hope I’m writting evedyone okay #still on my phone so no Read More

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fandom-will-be-my-fall · 5 years ago

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Spill your heart out about Walter.

Okay so I basically got this question in what, January?? but I’m answering it now since I just rewatched the movie and have inspiration, sorry for the late reply Anon

Okay so, to start off this post with some keyboard smashing because that my primary go-to for expressing my emotions

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HANDSOME BOY. HANDSOME. ‘NUFF SAID.

I could legit stare all day at his beautiful face… look at him. Enchanting sky blue eyes… fluffy, wavy brown hair, cute round cheeks, lovely smile… those hidden freckles that you can hardly spot and only in certain screenshots but nevertheless they’re there to raise the cuteness factor… ALSO HIS LASHES. MAYBE IT’S NATURAL?? MAYBE IT’S MAYBELLINE?? WE SHALL NEVER KNOW

Here you may be able to spot the freckles if you squint hard enough. I have 77 screenshots but this is the best example I could find.

Secondly… well, he’s a sticc. A short sticc at that (though still slightly taller than me bc I’m smol), but a sticc regardless! And that seems to be the most attractive cartoon body type for me. Don’t judge me, I just have a thing for twinks, I’m… twinksexual or whatever.

Look at him! He would fit through my doorcrack.

(Maaaybe the reason for me liking sticcs so much is partially the fact that I like the idea of a boyfriend I can protect and support, physically and emotionally. I’m mad at the universe for not letting me scoop him up in my arms bridal style and smooch the HECK outta him.)

I’ve encountered a few posts that claimed he’s got cake but, come on. That concept has canonically been proven to be false, even by Lance. This man is flat and you can pry this opinion off my cold, dead hands.

Speaking of hands! I like his big ol hands. Nice shape. They look soft. I wanna hold them.

According to a DVD commentary, and the visual facts, he has no shoulders whatsoever. Back in Venice Killian was able to restrain him effortlessly with only one foot on his chest, even as he kept struggling ans squirming and generally put in as much effort as he possibly could. Before then, he claimed the database was the first thing he has ever caught in his life.

Conclusion, our boi’s very much NOT athletic. Which makes sense for a scientist, braining all day and stuff, and because he probably barely even eats, or sleeps which are by the way both pretty concerning implications but anyway.

STOP BEATING UP THIS POOR FRAGILE LAD FOR GOD’S SAKE. Makes me want to protect him even more. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but you get what I mean.

Now, on to the actual reason I’m so head over heels for him, a.k.a his personality.

He is one of the sweetest, kindest, purest boy characters I have ever seen in fiction, if not THE number one himself. (All my other cinnamon roll crushes are, or have been a villain at some point and WILL resort to violence if provoked.) Look at him, his pacifism… is unbreakable. He’s dead set on making the world a better place, by peaceful ways, and helping humanity. If that’s not a quality to be cherished then IDK what is.

And he’s just such a refreshing character. He likes pink, K-dramas, glitter, kittens, things that aren’t traditionally “masculine” (but is never made fun of those things in particular in the movie) and I love that. Nothing’s sexier than a man who’s, despite society’s shitty standards, openly and unashamedly himself!

His femininity is, if anything, just another turn-on. (This didn’t intend to sound sexual… but oh well.) I love his little hand gestures and mannerisms, dorky ramblings, the way he says “yep” popping the “p” at the end, all the small yet significant traits that were incorporated into his character. Bless you, SiD creators, bless you.

Have I said that he’s a genius?? Which is pretty obvious but c’mon, he graduated at 15!! He can modify human genes!! He successfully turned a man into a pigeon on the first try!! (The serum wasn’t the first prototype but we can assume he didn’t experiment on living humans with the previous ones.) And he’s still just 20!! Like what is that if not hella fucking impressive???!??

His inventions, to the untrained eye, may seem “stupid” or “childish” but alas! The observer couldn’t be more wrong! Because despite the odd designs and themes they’re all highly effective, as we have witnessed in the battle against Killian. And he is extremely creative for coming up with such ideas! Told you he’s brilliant!!

Which makes me all the sadder about how much they underappreciated him at the agency. In his words, nobody ever listened to him, or gave him a chance. They just left him and his “weird” ideas next to the men’s bathroom and called it a day. How could they be so blind? Didn’t they see the potential in his inventions? Oh well. Maybe I’m just being a smartass bc I have more knowledge, living outside that universe. But I’m totally right.

And I was honestly ready to throw hands with Lance for hurting the boi even further. (I’d stand no chance whatsoever, but still.)

Oh no baby please don’t cry.

He did cry in that scene though… you could see a tear rolling down his cheek and if it wasn’t for the machine beeping… He did have a pretty rough day afterall. But HEY, if we dwell on it too much the scene loses its comedic effect!! A guy gets sad over a stupid soap opera, har har har!! Now let’s move on, keep it fast and snappy for the kids, don’t let them overthink it!! Can’t have any emotional breakdowns onscreen. Keep it lighthearted y’know. Then let’s kill a random side character and have our dear protagonist almost die twice.

(Well jokes on you Blue Sky! I’m no kid, but a devoted fangirl who can and will overthink any material of my fictional faves at any given opportunity.)

You know what else I love about him though?? His love for animals!! And pigeons, especially Lovey!! He loves her so much, gives her gluten free breadcrumbs, nuzzles her, the first thing he does when he finds out Lance can talk to the pigeons is ask if she loves him too!! Like… That’s so pure and wholesome.

This here. THIS RIGHT HERE. BROTP forever.

(Not gonna lie, I used to be crazy for pigeons for like, an entire year or something. Not as in looking up all the facts there are about pigeons as I do nowadays with cartoons, but I’d feed them regularly and write my little observations on their behaviors. Did you know they sometimes scratch their neck with their leggies like dogs do?)

I think I’ve summed up mostly everything I love about this nerd. Oh wait, almost forgot the sass!! I love how sassy and smug he can be sometimes, in like, a really harmless way but it’s still a very nice characteristic.

Since I’ve ran out of coherent things to say, here’s an incomplete list of things I want to do to Walter Beckett. Put at the end of this post so those of you who were only here for the analysis part and not the selfshippy gushing don’t have to read further:

kiss he

like seriously

just kiss he a whole lot

cover his whole face in kisses

one kiss for each of his freckles. a finishing kiss onto the tip of his nose. then repeat the cycle

hug him. hug him like the world is ending. hug him so tight he can barely breathe

then ofc let go and apologize bc I would never hurt him on purpose

cuddle him

hold him close, let him lay his head on my chest

run my fingers through his hair

listen to his breathing

discover that he’s fallen asleep on me and smile fondly, then soon drift off to sleep myself so we can wake up entangled in eachother the next morning

fuck he

pin him to a wall and snog he

make him go cherry red

fluster he

compliment him. praise him. appreciate him. he’s a prince, a hero, an angel, a wonderful human being and he needs to know this

feed pigeons together

listen to his scientific ramblings and bird facts

write him love letters and give them to him. maybe read it aloud myself if I’m feeling brave so I can see his reaction in real time

serenade he

be the love of his life, and have him be mine

just… soft things, man

cook something for this malnourished sticc

make him small handmade gifts

they’re nothing like his gadgets but I tried

draw he

have him be my muse in general

not like he isn’t now but it would be lovely if he was real too

carry him bridal style

be the feral cryptid that lurks in his house when he isn’t around

sing along to cheesy pop-song together really badly

watch cheesy rom coms

flirt with eachother clumsily until we’re both laughing at our awkwardness

or, alternatively, shower him with compliments until he literally cannot handle it

have sleepovers together

give him hand kisses

be of emotional support

#picpost #fangirl #walter beckett #F/O #didn't plan to make an entire essay #though on the other hand I exactly knew this would happen

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ti-bae-rius · 5 years ago

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Ty and Irene fic

Probs read GOTSM first. This is based on my own situation with my self-trained therapy cat as well as a lot of secondary research and talking to other therapy animal owners. Yeet.

CW/TW for meltdowns/panic attacks (and a bit of involuntary injury as a result)

“Have you ever considered training Irene to do therapy?”

Ty looked across at where Anush was on the floor, tickling Irene’s stomach. The fur there was completely white in contrast to her grey and black coat. Ty clicked his teeth at her as she locked her claws around Anush’s arm, but he didn’t seem to mind. He just shook her free fondly.

“Therapy?” Ty asked, puzzled. Perhaps he’d heard wrong; he had been reading at the same time after all. “But she can’t speak.”

Anush laughed. “Not talking therapy – animal therapy.”

Ty’s stele rolled off the end of his bed as he readjusted, trying to get comfortable. Irene set about scrabbling under the bed and returned with the stele between her teeth, depositing it expectantly before Ty, who rewarded her with ear scratches.

“See? She’s already so smart,” Anush pointed out. “It would be easy to train her.”

“She is a very fast learner,” Ty considered, which was true. When she’d grown big and healthy enough, he’d started letting her out onto Dimmet Tarn, calling her name until she learnt to come back. Now, when he had classes, he let her out to explore and hunt with Livvy keeping an eye on her, and before dinner he’d call her back to him. She always came. In fact, recently, she’d begun waiting in the treeline for him, bounding out as soon as he shouted her and barrelling happily into his legs. Maybe Anush was right. He usually was.

Anush was a year older than Ty and one of the wisest people he’d ever met. People often tried to sell you on how great they were, Ty found, but not Anush. He’d told Ty all about being in the Cohort, about the fact he’d been in the group who tortured Kieran. Nevertheless, Ty liked him anyway. He was honest and loyal and showed Ty all the tips and tricks of the Scholomance – which professors to befriend and how, secret tunnels, special archival collections. Besides, when Livvy had gone to Devon and Ty was in the infirmary, Anush had looked after Irene and brought just the right Sherlock Holmes book from Ty’s shelf to cheer him up, points which Ty thought very important in a potential friend.

He rubbed the chain of the heron necklace he always wore across his lips. Livvy’s locket hung on his noticeboard, pinned in place. Now that Livvy was here with him, it didn’t seem right. When the locket was all he had left, it had rested permanently against his chest, but now he’d hung it up so she could share it. It was hers, after all. Instead, the heron pendant hung around his neck. He tried not to think too much about its original owner, all the way in Devon. It hurt too badly. However, the necklace was a handy and subtle fidget toy, so Ty wore it. And sure, maybe a bit for him, but that made his chest ache to dwell on. He had a new life, far away from Ty and all their history. Maybe it was time Ty stopped waiting for him to come back.

“So what do you think?”

Ty gave Anush a look and Irene made one of her growls of contentment, hopping up onto the bed beside Ty. He nodded, tickling Irene’s chin absently.

“It sounds good,” Ty agreed. “It’s a great idea. So, how does it work?”

Anush knew a lot about therapy animals, but then Anush knew a lot about most things. As he’d told Ty, his father had been an occupational therapist before meeting Anush’s mother and ascending to be with her. He’d taught Anush parts of what he’d studied for so many years, and now Anush was teaching Ty by extrapolating his father’s knowledge. Lateral application of knowledge was something Ty found strangely attractive, particularly when the person doing it was as good-looking as Anush. But every time he felt himself feeling like that towards Anush, his heart would race and he’d remember what happened last time. He hadn’t cared about Ty. That was obvious. Moving to the other side of the world was a tacit message even Ty couldn’t misread.

Together, Ty and Anush had made a list of things Ty could use some help with, and ways Irene could assist. As it turned out, Ty had been right; she was a fast learner. Within a couple of months, Irene was well-trained to help her owner as and when, growing bigger day by day, and exploring further into the woods. Still, Ty worried.

“Do you think she’s small?”

Livvy, floating just above the snow, glanced across. Before, when she hovered just above the snow banks, she’d be taller than Ty. However, in the months since arriving at the Scholomance, her twin had hit one growth spurt after another and now stood just a little taller than her. Stubbornly, she lifted a couple of inches more off the ground to match his height.

“Irene?” Livvy asked, cocking her head. “I don’t know. How big are Carpathian lynxes meant to be?”

“I mean, she’s less than a year old – eight months probably. They’re not a big species but she does look little. I think she was a runt and being so ill when you found her has stunted her development,” Ty told her, watching the kitten play, stamping down snow with her big paws and shaking lingering flakes from her fur. Livvy supposed she did look kind of small, but Ty didn’t seem to love her any less for it. If anything, he seemed more protective of her, and more able to relate in some way. An outsider.

“I’m really glad you have her,” Livvy said and Ty glanced up at her quizzically, prompting her to explain further. “I can’t do some of the stuff for you that I used to, stuff that helped you. I’m glad Irene can lend a hand.”

“Or a paw,” Ty grinned, and Livvy smiled.

“Or that,” she agreed, and tried not to feel too sad that she was less helpful in her current state than a lynx was.

“I wouldn’t have her if you hadn’t found her,” Ty pointed out and Livvy felt her gaze soften. People sometimes said Ty wasn’t very perceptive to how others were feeling, but Livvy had always disagreed; he always knew just what to say to cheer her up. If she could, she’d have hugged him. Instead, she floated a little closer and returned the gesture when he gave her a smile warm enough to melt the snow beneath their feet.

Ty had written to Julian asking if he could bring his pet home. They’d been hesitant until he explained – she lived in his room, she was no trouble and, besides, he didn’t have anyone to look after her until he got back. However, when he stepped through the portal home at the end of his first year, his family looked ill-prepared for Irene. Ty looked around at the others, staring silently, until Dru broke the silence with a burst of laughter.

“Brilliant!” she giggled, head thrown back. “Amazing! By the Angel, Julian thought it was a fish. I was betting on a lizard. No one guessed ‘tiny puma’ though did they?”

“She’s not a puma. She’s a Carpathian lynx,” Ty responded, looking almost offended. “Look at her. She doesn’t even look like a puma. Look at her ears!” Dru snorted.

Helen took a deep breath and smiled. “We’ll make it work. We’re just glad you’re home, Ty. How’s your first year been?”

Ty didn’t answer. It was strange being home in L.A., too warm and loud and crowded. He loved his family, but it was a lot all at once, and he felt distant and overwhelmed. A familiar feeling on his hand made him look down. Irene was licking his palm and nudging her head into his fingers. He forced his breath to even out and rubbed Irene’s ears between his thumb and forefinger, twiddling the tuft of black hair that tipped them, making her purr.

“I need to go and unpack,” Ty told his family. “I’ll come back down and talk after.”

He picked up his bags and set off upstairs, Irene trailing at his ankles. Julian leaned against the hearth he stood beside, smiling. It was good, after so long, to see Ty’s face again.

Upstairs, Ty rested his back against his bedroom door and pressed a hand to his chest, feeling shaky. Just one wall away was Livvy’s room, the bed she’d never sleep in again. For fifteen years, Ty had spent half of his time in that room with Livvy. They sat in her bed and watched documentaries together, fell asleep sat up with the laptop balanced between them. She never set an alarm in the mornings because Ty knocked on her door to wake her. She shoved notes under his door before they got phones to organise secret twin meetings on the roof. Now, Livvy’s ghost lingered in her room and Ty felt her pain in his own heart. It felt like he could hear her crying from the next room, though he knew that wasn’t possible. His breath was coming in gasps.

Pressure on his legs made him glance down. Irene was in her hind legs, pawing at him, and he sat down in acquiescence. Ty raised a hand to his mouth, chewing nervously at his knuckles, but Irene batted at his hand with a paw, whining.

“Sorry, Irene,” Ty mumbled and pulled her into his lap, letting her warm body provide relaxing pressure. His chin slumped to his chest and she butted at his brow with hers, chirruping soothingly. He wrapped his arms around her, stroking his fingers through her soft fur, and his breath began to even out.

It was somewhat of a surprise when Ty opened his door to see who was knocking to find Tavvy there.

“Can I pet your cat?” Tavvy asked, smiling sweetly. One of his bottom front teeth had fallen out and his gappy smile only added to the illusion he was younger than he was. Ty nodded and clicked his teeth to beckon Irene, who was cleaning her paws on Ty’s bed. Tavvy held out a hand for Irene to sniff and stroked her head happily. “Hello kitty!” Tavvy said, and Ty’s heart twisted. It was too much like his name. He hurried to correct Tavvy.

“Her name is Irene.”

“Can we bring her downstairs to show the others?” Tavvy asked. Ty hesitated but nodded.

“Sure. She could do with being let outside for a while anyway.”

Tavvy whooped and set off downstairs, calling Irene after him. She stayed loyally by Ty’s feet until he patted her on the back, at which point she scampered off after Tavvy, Ty following a beat behind.

Livvy lingered nearby as Ty sat with the others on the beach. He knew how separated she felt, unable to bridge the gap between them and her. She would have to live vicariously through her twin forever, and it was all his fault.

“Hey, Ty,” Julian said, sitting down beside him on the sand. “How are you doing?”

Pulled from his reverie, Ty nodded before realising it wasn’t a yes or no question. “I’m okay,” Ty smiled, unsure whether or not he sounded convincing. “How was your travel year with Emma?”

Julian’s face broke into a grin and gazed off to where Emma was dancing through the surf with Cristina. She and Kieran had accompanied Mark on his trip home to see Ty back from the Scholomance. Emma and Cristina clung to each other, laughing in the small, white-tipped waves that splashed at their ankles. For years, Emma had been afraid of the ocean, but she seemed perfectly at peace with it now. Perhaps time did heal, Ty considered hopefully. Or love.

His chest twinged.

He hardly took in the photos Jules was showing him on his phone from their travel year. Emma pretending to push over the leaning tower of Pisa, Julian at the Louvre looking at some beautiful art, the two of them kissing under the Grecian sunset.

“Hey, what’s that?”

Ty’s hand faltered where he rubbed the necklace chain between his fingers.

“Livvy’s locket,” Ty said quickly, but Julian had caught hold of the charm before Ty could shove it down the front of his shirt.

“A bird,” Julian said, ignoring Ty’s comment. “I never would’ve expected that. A bee perhaps. Or a lynx.” He grinned. Ty didn’t return the gesture.

“It was a gift,” he muttered, feeling increasingly hot and breathless. Ty studiously avoided all mention of him or things that might act as a reminder. When Livvy tried to talk about it, he put his headphones on. When Anush asked about his life before the Scholomance, he skimmed right over that month – a month; how had they only known each other a month? – and he knew Anush didn’t press because it was around the time Livvy died. Ty felt bad that wasn’t the reason why that time ached with an intensity that hollowed out his bones. When other Centurions talked about their girlfriends back home, when he saw people kissing in alcoves or passing coy notes accompanied by shy blushes in class, he pretended it didn’t exist. Because that should’ve been him – could’ve been him. Livvy had told Ty to write him a letter, but he couldn’t. Writing a letter, even a completely platonic apology letter, would still feel like a poor imitation of the letter he wanted to write.

“Oh, a gift?” Jules asked, and a teasing smirk crept across his mouth, curling his lips up in a grin. “Anyone special?”

Ty felt Livvy’s head whip round, could see Julian mouth that he was just kidding, but he could hear anything. No, that wasn’t true; it was just that the one thing he could hear was the one voice he wished to every day saying the thing Ty wished he could forget:

‘You only care what’s best for you.’

‘You raised Livvy for you, not for her or anyone else.’

‘You knew the damage it might do.’

‘You only thought of yourself.’

‘I wish I’d never known you.’

He’d cried when Kit had said it, but he was sobbing now, his whole body shaking like a bowstring just loosed. His hands were in fists at his temples but shook so violently they dug into his brow and the corners of his eyes, making his vision blur. He was almost glad for it because every other sense was being bombarded. The sea salt smelt more like saline, stinging his nose and making it smell coppery and bloody. The cold air tasted sharp and choked him as he tried to draw in breaths, like swallowing sharp stones that scraped his throat raw on the way down. Julian was trying to touch something at the sweaty nape of Ty’s neck, but the sensation made him writhe away, groaning. He could hear faceless, blurry people approaching, saying his name and asking questions and by the Angel he couldn’t breathe he couldn’t breathe hecouldn’tbreathe.

A growl made its way through the cloud of voices and noises that flooded Ty’s brain. The sand shifted beneath him like someone had moved. Hunching over, head on his knees, was starting to make his body cramp, but that was so far down the list of frightening physical sensations he was experiencing right now it hardly registered.

Something hit his forehead, nudged against it insistently. He lifted his chin fractionally and something wedged under it, and his throat opened a little so the rocks in his throat didn’t feel quite so big or sharp. When a pressure on his chest pressed him to lie back, he didn’t fight it. He didn’t wriggle away when a weight settled on his chest, purring, and licking his hand where it rested over his racing heart. After a while, he stroked Irene’s fur with his free hand.

“I’m okay,” Ty rasped, voice tight and scratchy. His tongue felt fat and useless. With some effort, he willed his eyes to open, wincing at the sunlight. He covered his face with a hand and glanced around, spotting his family a few feet away, looking concerned.

“Ty?” Mark said, taking a step forward. Ty struggled up, dusting the sand from his hair. It felt matted and chalky. A chain dangled from Mark’s fingers and Irene batted at it curiously with a paw. Ty took the chain and squinted at the rusty-looking clasp.

“Is that blood?” Ty asked, and Mark nodded.

“Can I put an Iratze on your neck?” he asked. Ty put a hand to his nape and winced. “I think you were trying to take it off, but your hands were all numb and shaky. You just caught yourself a few times. Can I rune it?”

Ty held his hair aside so Mark could press the stele to his skin. He flinched a little but the pain subsided quickly.

“A heron?” Mark asked, looking at the charm. “Who gave you a heron necklace?”

“Oh…God…” Emma said, putting a hand over her mouth, and dawning realisation broke across Julian’s face at the same time. However, it was Tavvy who broke the moment, much to Ty’s relief.

“Irene is so smart.” He knelt down in the sand by Ty and she climbed into the younger boy’s lap, her big paws kneading inquisitively into the sand.

“She is,” Dru agreed. “Like a weird little genius puma.”

“Not a puma,” Ty retorted.

“I have to be honest, when you arrived with her I was a little apprehensive,” Helen admitted. “But she’s good for you. You’re good for each other.”

Irene clambered off Tavvy and ran down the beach towards the shore, making Ty look over to where Livvy was crouched in the waves, watching her family from a distance.

“What’s she seen?” Emma asked and Ty shrugged, smiling as Livvy bent to Irene, her phantom limbs patting the lynx regardless of their corporeality.

#irene #Ty Blackthorn #tiberius blackthorn #gotsm #ghosts of the shadow market #kitty #kit herondale #ty and kit #fic #fanfic #tda #the dark artifices #the wicked powers #twp #Livvy Blackthorn #ty and livvy #livvy and ty

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anarkhebringer · 4 years ago

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I’m in a rambly mood today, so I’m gonna due a long AU ramble again. This time about my new AltMod AU. Under a cut due to length.

Due to how it was thought up, it’s a Sims-esque world, where there are MANY possibilities. It’s also a very open-ended and creativity-driven AU as a whole, so there is no established area for an official place that Claude, Dimitri, Felix, and Ashe live. Despite this, I commonly put them in a modified and more urban version of Moonlight Falls.

This universe may be Sims-esque, have dominantly Sims traits in the worldbuilding, but there are some key differences. Like language, for example. Simlish is considered a dominant language, but isn’t the main one. It’s a universally known language by most that dwell within the world itself, but almost everyone is at least bilingual, no matter where you go. Claude, Dimitri, Felix, and Ashe all know Simlish and English as dominant languages, but Claude and Felix are multilingual, so they know other ones, too.

Age is also another modified thing here. The years are the same as they are in the real world, with all the same holidays, and Sims age normally as time comes, with no sudden transitions into the next age group. The Grim Reaper still exists, though, and negotiations to be brought back to life, or to let souls wander freely, can be arranged. Usually people with higher Charisma can manage to sweet talk their way into getting another round of life from a younger age if they pull the right strings. In this case, Claude would be able to not only talk into letting himself relive his youth, but could likely manage to get the other three another round of youth too, if they all died when they were older. He’s a bit more willing than canon Claude to pull some shady strings and do some questionable things if it ends in his (and/or his loved ones’) favor.

To the main group themselves, and listing out their Skills and such to start off.

Claude currently has max Charisma, Alchemy, Riding, Science, and Logic. His Cooking, Guitar, Handiness, Writing, Martial Arts, Fishing, Gardening, and Inventing Skills are all very close to being maxed out as well. His lowest level skills are Violin, Painting, and Photography, all at level 5.

Dimitri has max Athletic, Martial Arts, and Riding. He also has level 5 Charisma, level 3 Handiness, level 4 Fishing, level 3 Gardening, level 3 Piano, level 3 Drums, and level 6 Logic.

Felix has max Athletic, Martial Arts, and Logic. He also has level 6 Writing, level 7 Charisma, level 8 Handiness, level 5 Photography, level 2 Painting, level 2 Violin, level 4 Alchemy, and level 5 Fishing.

Ashe has max Cooking, Charisma, Gardening, and Handiness. He also has level 9 Logic, level 8 Writing, level 8 Alchemy, level 6 Inventing, level 2 Painting, level 5 Photography, and level 4 Violin.

As shown, the group has a lot of experience and skills on their belts. These things will not only make their lives more enjoyable, but can come in handy in all sorts of situations. For example, Claude, Felix, and Ashe can all forge the writing styles of others in serious situations. Claude, Felix, and Ashe are also very good at playing the minds of others if needed, despite Felix not really seeming that his Charisma is very high due to his rustiness with his social skills and bluntness with speech, and Ashe being too friendly and focused on others being happy and well to be the kind to do anything like that. Felix’s more shows in how well he can say the right thing to get what he wants from others, or to hit where it hurts the most. His Charisma is only so high, and he’s so good at sweet talking when needed, due to being hand-in-hand with that max Logic of his. Ashe is also much more keen and clever than he lets on, and he lets his cute face be that perfect distraction if he needs to play mind games.

But luckily, they all don’t need to put their skills into play for serious situations often at all. They all mainly use them to help others, and to make their lives more enjoyable and fun, and to open more doors for opportunities. With their vast skillset between them all, paired with their financial situation, they can do pretty much whatever they want, whenever they want.

They’re among the rare cases where “eat the rich” doesn’t apply to them despite their massive mountain of cash. Their estimated household net worth is over 99 million Simoleons, and this makes it to where they have more money than they’ll ever spend in their lives. And because of this, they do good things with it. When the neighbors look out the window, wondering why their rich neighbors are always at the mailbox, it’s due to how often they’re sending in donations to reputable causes. They’re always researching charities, events going on in the world with financial assistance set up, etc, and they send in donations in the thousands. They’ve helped countless people in need, and it only drives them to keep at it, since despite doing this almost daily, multiple times, for quite a few years, they don’t even have a dent in their total amount of money yet. And their bills are over 1K a month in the common household I have them in due to its size and what it has included, so this says a lot. They like to use their riches and their added privileges in their specific personal situations to help the less fortunate.

They do still have jobs that keep that money coming in, of course, since they feel like they’d become lazy and entitled if they didn’t have jobs, and they don’t want that. Ashe is shooting right up in the culinary career path due to being a Natural Cook, and he’s already achieved his “The Culinary Librarian” lifetime wish, and now strives to fulfill his “Celebrated Five-Star Chef” lifetime wish. Claude and Dimitri are well known politically due to how well they’re doing in that career field, and their shared lifetime wish of “Leader of the Free World” makes this a VERY GOOD thing to them. Felix may have achieved his lifetime wishes of “Perfect Mind, Perfect Body” and “The Cat Herder”, but he’s still not quite sure what he wants to do in terms of a career, so he keeps it small but involving what he loves, and is a trainer at the gym, and also volunteers at animal shelters. He’s debating on whether he pursues his athletic skills in his long-term career, or his veterinary knowledge. Due to how much focus that’d go into one over the other, he’s thinking he may just keep to regular jobs involving these two areas, and not pursue anything too big in terms of careers. He may LOVE to break a sweat all the time, but he loves animals, too, and pumping iron too often will leave his hands full with barbells instead of free to pet the heads of the lovely furry angels he’ll encounter when he’s outside.

Speaking of animals, Felix has a cat named Soap that had scurried into their home one night as a kitten when the front door was opened, and Claude had randomly blurted out a name for while drunk. It stuck though, and all four of them love Soap dearly. He’s a cuddly fella, and super chill but talkative. When Felix is wandering around in the same room that Soap is in, just doing his own thing, Soap will sometimes randomly speak up with a curious meow or “brrrr” kind of noise, and Felix will respond with what he’s doing.

“Brrrrp?”

“Yup, just making sure the books are organized.”

“Mmmmrrr”

“Yeah, I know.”

“...Mrrra”

“Oh? That so?”

“Brrrr”

“Ohhhh.”

Every time Ashe sees Felix talking with Soap like this, he wants to die from the cuteness.

For now, I’ll call it good, since I got the rambling mood out. I’ll pick up on this later with more specifics.

#long post #Fire Emblem AU #FE AltMod AU #Fire Emblem Three Houses #Claude von Riegan #Khalid von Riegan #FE3H Claude #Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd #FE3H Dimitri #Felix Hugo Fraldarius #FE3H Felix #Ashe Ubert #FE3H Ashe #AU headcanon #AU info

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spidermecc · 6 years ago

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Unintentional love (Elu fake dating AU) Ch. 3 - Never again

Elu fake dating AU chapter 3 is up. As always, comments and feedback is very welcome. I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think. Find it on AO3 here.

”Oh my God Lucas, just pick a fucking shirt, they all look the same” Basile grunted.

The boys had spent the last hour in the same mens-wear shop, trying to find a new shirt for Lucas to wear to the party tomorrow.

”Honestly Lucas, you’re already dating the guy, why are you so stressed out?” Arthur asked sympathetically, while Yann picked up two shirts and headed for the dressing room.

”Fuck off, I just thought it would be nice to look good for once, it has nothing to do with him” Lucas said, not completely being able to hide his blush.

He had never been the type to care about what he was wearing, but even though he’d rather eat dirt than admit it, he was probably trying harder because he wanted to impress Eliott. He knew he didn’t stand a chance anyway, and Eliott was just helping him out to be friendly, probably because he didn’t have many friends at his new school, but he couldn’t help but want to look a bit different at the party, and maybe, just maybe impress Eliott a little bit.

“Fuck it, I’ll just wear the same shit I usually wear, let’s go get something to eat, I’m starving” he said, giving up on trying to find anything nice. Everything he’d tried on was either way too expensive or way too .. not him.

“FINALLY, I was beginning to think I’d have to eat the granola bar that’s been in my bag for four years” Basille exclaimed, almost running out of the shop.

“Yeah, let me just pay for this and we can get out” Yann said, fishing for his wallet in his bag.

After they exited the shop, they found a nice little café with cheap pizzas and beers to hang out at. It was nice to chill with the boys, they didn’t do this kind of stuff often, but when they did, Lucas always enjoyed it, even though they drove him mad half the time. This time was no exception. They’d all been grilling him about Eliott all week, and Lucas had successfully avoided the topic every time.

“So tell us something about this mystery guy” Yan said, while cutting his pizza with the shitty plastic knife and fork the café had given them.

“I already told you guys a thousand times, there’s not much to say. We’ve just hung out a few times and well, yeah we’re seeing each other I guess” Lucas answered, trying to avoid the topic yet again.

“Nu-uh” Basile said taking a sip of his beer, “you’re not getting off the hook so easy this time. Tell us something about him, I mean how did you manage to hook up with him? He looks like an actual model, if I was gay or bi or whatever, he’d be on my TO-DO list” he said laughing at his own joke.

Lucas couldn’t argue with that. Eliott did look like a model. His perfectly messy hair, his signature brown jacket, and those eyes.. those eyes that Lucas saw every time he closed his eyes, were out of this world. But what did Lucas actually know about Eliott? He knew that he was absolutely stunning, that he apparently was interested in the foyer, he had no social media (none that Lucas could find anyway) and that he drew weird looking rats in the library alone. It wasn’t much to go on, and if this whole pretending to date thing was going to work, he needed more. He pulled out his phone and found his newly added contact: Mon mec <3

Lucas: Tell me three things I should know about you

As soon as he hit the send button, he started worrying. That was a weird text to send out of the blue right? Shit Eliott didn’t even have his number, he should probably tell him who’s texting.

Lucas: This is Lucas btw. Lucas: Your pretend mec, haha

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Putain, what the hell was that mess? He’d sent three incoherent messages and not surprisingly Eliott left him on read. Fuck, was he even going to show up to the party tomorrow after Lucas sent him weird ass shit like that?

“Are you texting your boyfriend?” Arthur asked, mouth full of peperoni pizza, oil dripping down his chin.

“Nah, it’s Mika, he forgot his keys, so I have to head back, see you guys tomorrow” he said, desperate to get out of there, go home and bang his head against the wall until brain cells, that he obviously didn’t have, magically started to appear.

“Okay, see you tomorrow man, can’t wait to meet Eliott” Yann said, with such an honest smile that it broke Lucas’ heart. He really hated lying to his friends, especially Yann.

“Yeah, he can’t wait to meet you guys either” he answered, putting on his scarf, feeling like an absolutely horrible friend.

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When he finally got home he threw himself on the bed and yanked his phone out of his pocket. Still no answer from Eliott. Of course not, why would he answer such silly messages from a complete stranger? While Lucas was contemplating how to tell the boys that Eliott would not attend the party tomorrow, without letting them know that he’d been lying he heard a pling.

Eliott: Phew, you just go straight to the personal questions, huh Lucas?

Shit, he’d offended Eliott. Of course he had. He could have at least started off with a ‘hey’ or a ‘thanks for agreeing to be my pretend boyfriend and going to a party with a bunch of people you don’t know’.

Lucas: I’m so sorry, I know that was totally out of the blue and weird

Eliott: Hahah, I’m kidding Lucas.

Lucas felt a weight lift off his chest. So Eliott wasn’t upset with him?

Eliott: I’ve actually just spent the last hour thinking of a good answer and I think I have it, are you ready?

Lucas: I’m ready, hit me

His heart starting racing out of nowhere. The prospect of getting to know Eliott, even if it was just three facts, had him sitting on the edge of his bed, tapping his foot on the floor in pure anticipation.

Eliott: 1. My spirit animal is a raccoon. 2. My favorite music is dubstep. 3. You’ll have to earn the third.

Lucas read and reread the message for what might have been ten times. Dubstep? Really? How was this mystery guy, who looked and talked like an actual angel, into freaking dubstep? Also, a spirit animal? Lucas had never even considered what his might be, but God, Eliott was an actual dork.

Lucas: How do I earn the third?

Eliott: I’m sure you’ll figure something out.

Shit, was Eliott flirting with him, or was Lucas just imagining things? He decided not to dwell on it and continued tapping on his phone, forming a response quickly, so Eliott didn’t think he’d left him on read.

Lucas: So those rats with masks on them that you were drawing in the library were actually raccoons?

Eliott: RATS?! Wow Lucas, you’re already breaking my heart and we’ve only been dating for a week.

His heart started racing. He felt kind of sorry for teasing Eliott about his drawings, but he couldn’t help himself. He wondered if Eliott also had a huge grin plastered on his face right now, because Lucas sure as shit did.

Lucas: I’m a real heartbreaker, sorry

Eliott: Yeah, I noticed at the bus stop, no mercy huh? Eliott: So it’s your turn now, no?

The grin that had been dominating his face during the entire conversation fell as soon as he saw the message. Eliott had probably, maybe, meant it as a joke, but the prospect of Eliott thinking he was cold hearted, made him want to cry.

Lucas: Actually, I’ve got to go, I have a ton of homework. See you tomorrow at the party.

Eliott: Okay, see you tomorrow.

He threw his phone on the other side of the bed and buried his face in his pillows. He definitely wasn’t ready for tomorrow.

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Lucas was standing in front of the bathroom mirror trying to tame his hair. He’d been in need of a haircut for a while now, but he barely had money to pay the rent, so spending money on a haircut was the furthest from his mind, when Mika barged in. “Looking good kitten, meeting up with your new man?” he said, toying with Lucas’ hair. “Yeah, we’re going to a party tonight” he answered, swatting away Mikas hands. “Bring him over to the apartment some time, I have to approve before you take the next step you know” he said, still playing with Lucas’ hair, not getting the hint. “Need to see what his intentions are with our little kitten” he continued, laughing. “Gosh, can you please fuck off Mika, the last thing I need is you scaring him away with your sex talk” Lucas answered, starting to get slightly annoyed. “Gee always so touchy, you know you have to loosen up a bit, or you’ll never get any dick” he exclaimed, finally pulling his hands away in defeat. “Have fun, remember to use a condom” he finished with a wink, leaving Lucas’ hair in a worse state than it was to begin with.

As soon as Lucas left the apartment he regretted not bringing his scarf. The cool night air was already starting to sting, and he could feel his ears starting to cramp from the cold. He’d agreed to meet Eliott halfway, so they could arrive together, making the whole thing seem more believable.

“Salut” he heard a voice from behind. There he was, Eliott Demaury in all his glory. He looked stunning as always, wearing a white t-shirt, a skin tight leather jacket and skinny denim jeans, showing off his perfect figure. Lucas was pretty sure his mouth was starting to water, but he tried not to dwell too much on it. “Salut” he answered, trying to sound nonchalant, and probably failing miserably. “Let’s go” Eliott said as he started walking. Lucas was struggling to keep up, seeing as Eliott’s legs were much longer than his, almost jogging next to the taller boy.

As they walked, it almost felt like they’d known each other for ages. Lucas kept joking about the raccoon drawings, while Eliott dramatically clutched his chest, as if Lucas was breaking his heart all over again. They talked about music, which subjects they liked and disliked, which movies they liked (Eliott’s favorite was Titanic, how cliché), until they finally circled back to the drawings. “You know for someone who looks so innocent, you sure can be a sarcastic little shit” Eliott laughed, after Lucas, once again, had made fun of the drawings. “I’m sorry. And I don’t look innocent” he said, another laugh escaping him. “Yeah you do. You’re short but spikey” Eliott said continuing “you know what you remind me of?” “What?” Lucas said, looking up at the taller boy, clinging on to every word he said. “A hedgehog” he said, bursting into giggles. “A what?! I do NOT look like a hedgehog” Lucas exclaimed, trying to look upset, but he was pretty sure the huge ass grin on his face gave him away. “Whatever you say, but I’m pretty sure that a hedgehog is your spirit animal” Eliott said, lightly puffing Lucas shoulder. Lucas couldn’t help but smile at how cute Eliott looked when he was smiling and joking and he wished that they could just keep walking for hours, talking and laughing.

As they reached the apartment, Eliott swung his arm around Lucas, who involuntarily flinched. “Calm down, it’s just for show right?” Eliott said, seemingly amused by the expression on Lucas’ face. “Yeah, sorry” he answered, staring down at the ground. As soon as they entered the smoke filled apartment, they were greeted with his loud friends. “LUCAAAAAAS” Basille screamed, trying to drown out the music. Yann shook Eliott’s hand, introducing himself as Lucas’ best friend, and Lucas felt a pang of guilt wash over him again. He really hated lying to his friends.

After the boys had introduced themselves, they all went out onto the balcony, where Arthur was trying to roll a joint, but failing miserably, having drunken one beer too many. “Here, let me” Eliott said, reaching out and taking the paper and weed from Arthurs trembling hands. “Damn, good looking and good with his hands, what a catch Lucas” Basile exclaimed, and Lucas had a sudden urge to throw him over the balcony. “I’m the one who got lucky” Eliott said with a wink, not taking his eyes off Lucas. He couldn’t help think of, how in another universe, they were actually dating, and he was happy and contempt with his friends and his gorgeous boyfriend getting along. But right here, right now, it all felt a little bit too much, and Eliott’s gaze made him feel sad about all the things he wished he could have but didn’t.

“It’s getting pretty cold, I think I’m going to head inside” Lucas said, grabbing his beer from the balcony floor. “I’ll go with you, here you go” Eliott said handing over the joint to Arthur, “nice to meet you guys, we’ll catch up later” he continued as he swung his arm around Lucas, and opened the balcony door for him. They had only been doing this for an hour or so, but it was already proving very difficult for Lucas to handle it. Every move Eliott made, seemed effortless and natural, he almost let himself believe for a second that they weren’t pretending.

They headed inside, and got comfortable on a couch in the corner. “Your friends are cool” Eliott said, taking a sip of his beer. “Yeah they’re great, they can be a pain in the ass, but they’re really the best friends a guy could wish for” Lucas answered honestly. “I’m jealous of you, you know” Eliott said, staring intensely at Lucas. “Huh?” “You have these great friends, and I can tell how much they care about you just by the way they were trying to impress me, it’s adorable” Eliott said, his smile dropping faintly. “I’m sure your friends are great as well” he answered, trying to cheer Eliott up, desperate to see him smile again. “Yeah, something like that” he said, putting the beer bottle to his mouth, almost finishing it in one sip. “I’m gonna get another one, can I get you anything mon mec?” he asked a playful smile lingering on his lips. “No I’m good, thanks” Lucas said, a faint blush appearing.

Eliott had been gone for almost twenty minutes and Lucas was starting to get worried. As he was getting up to look for him, a guy came over and sat down next to him. Lucas looked at him, and got the feeling he’d seen the guy before, but he couldn’t quite make him out. He had long blond hair, tied up in a tight bun, wearing a navy blue shirt and a silver necklace around his neck. “Salut, I’m Curtis” he said, handing Lucas a new beer. “Salut, Lucas” he answered, still scanning the room for Eliott. “Why do I get the feeling that I’ve seen you before?” he asked, confirming Lucas’ suspicion that he looked familiar. “I’m not sure, but I think I’ve seen you before as well” he answered, not fully committing to the conversation, still concerned about Eliott’s whereabouts. “I’m friends with Idriss, maybe you know Imane?” the guy said, scanning Lucas’ face, trying to catch his eye. “Are you looking for someone?” he finally asked. “Yeah sorry, I’m looking for my uh.. my-my boyfriend, Eliott” Lucas said, feeling awkward saying the lie out loud to a stranger. “Eliott is your boyfriend?” the guy asked, looking surprised. “Yeah, uhm why- do you know him?” Lucas answered, nervous that he’d overstepped, by calling Eliott his boyfriend to someone who might actually know him. “I don’t know him personally, but Idriss mentioned him a few times” he said, continuing “but uhm I saw Eliott on my way over here. He went into a room with Lucille, his ex-girlfriend” he said, looking slightly uncomfortable. “His what?” Lucas asked, his heart stopping for a few seconds. Eliott had an ex-girlfriend? Here at the party? Why hadn’t he told him? “Yeah, I recognized her from some photos Idriss showed me of them a while back” Curtis continued. Lucas could feel the heat rising to his face. He felt like he’d been completely fucked over. If Eliott wanted to hang out with his ex, which probably wasn’t an ex anymore if they’d spent such a long time alone in a room, he could have just told him.

“Hey, come on, I’m sure they’re just talking” Curtis said, trying to cheer Lucas up, who was now busy fiddling with the sticker on his beer, trying to hold the tears at bay. Why was he so upset? Eliott had upheld his part of the deal, he’d met his friends as Lucas had asked, so he probably thought it was done and over with. “I have an idea, let’s get some shots huh?” the blonde said, getting up and pulling Lucas up with him, dragging him into the kitchen.

Ten minutes and five shots later, Lucas was absolutely fucked. His vision was blury and he could feel himself babbling, not sure what words were coming out of his mouth, but apparently Curtis, who hadn’t stopped laughing for two whole minutes, found it very entertaining. “Can I tell you a secret” Lucas said leaning into Curtis, almost whispering in his ear. “Yeah, shoot” “Eliott and I aren’t actually dating” he said bursting out on laughter. It all seemed so funny and stupid right now. They hadn’t even been able to keep up the act for one night before Eliott was off with his ex and Lucas was spilling the secret to strange guys. “Come again?” Curtis said, seemingly confused. “Yeah, we’re just pretending, it’s aaaaaall fun and games” Lucas continued, still laughing like a maniac. “But why?” “Was trying” he was literally struggling for air, it all seemed so silly right now, he couldn’t stop laughing, “to get rid of a girl” he finally managed, taking another shot, almost spitting it out in the process, not being able to contain his laughter. “Wow, that’s.. that’s a relief” Curtis finally said. “Huh?” Lucas had finally stopped laughing and looked at Curtis, for the first time tonight he noticed how he was actually quite handsome. Not Lucas’ type at all, blondes just weren’t his thing, but he was definitely good-looking. “That means that I get to ask you out, what do you say” Curtis said, flashing a smile at Lucas. Lucas wasn’t sure what was happening, but he found himself giggling “suuuuure thing” he managed, between giggles. He was definitely too drunk, because this guy couldn’t actually just have asked him out right? And what had he answered? He suddenly couldn’t remember anything. But before he had time to process what just happened, and what he’d said, he felt his stomach turning. Without a word, he ran to the bathroom, knocking over some girl in the process, desperate to reach the toilet before he spilled his insides all over the floor.

After five minutes, Lucas had thrown up everything he’d drank all night and probably all of his meals the past five days. He managed to get up and wash his mouth and face, and got out of the bathroom, desperately looking for his jacket. He needed air, he needed to get out of here, when a hand touched his shoulders. “Eliott?” he said turning around, not able to hide his disappointment when he saw the blonde guy before him. “Hey are you okay? You just ran away, and locked yourself inside the bathroom, I was getting worried” “Yeah I’m f-fine” he managed “have you seen Eliott?” “He left with Lucille, I think” Curtis said, not meeting Lucas’ eyes. “Oh.. of-c-of course.. I should go as well” “Want me to walk you home?” Curtis asked, hand still on Lucas’ shoulder. “No, no, I’m good, I’ll see you later yeah?” he said, grabbing his coat from the couch and practically sprinting out of the apartment.

He wasn’t sure how or when he got home, but he finally managed to get to the apartment and throw himself on the bed, not bothering to take off his clothes. ‘Never drinking again’, he thought to himself, closing his eyes, trying to will the room not to spin, never again.

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