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littlebunnygold · 2 years ago

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Meet Me At Our Spot (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Pt. Two

Pt One

summary: one week after the accident, Kiara drags you to a party.

warnings: swearing, talk of abuse, underage drinking

word count: 2.6k

sorry this took so long to get out, I lost inspiration for the longest time, and I don't even really like this but I really wanted to get it out lol. hope you enjoy!!

~1 week later~

You hadn't spoken to any of your friends for a week, minus the one time you texted Kie to let her know you were okay. However, you not answering didn’t stop JJ from calling you and texting you a million times. He even showed up at your front door, but you couldn’t bring yourself to open it. You had never been scared of him before, not once in your life. You’ve known him since the third grade for crying out loud! He never exploded on you like that before, much less became physical.

It felt like the longest week of your life, not doing anything except laying in your bed and watching reruns of Friends. You could still barely wrap your head around the whole situation. Was it your fault? Did you push him too far? He did tell you to leave him alone so many times... but still that's not justification for pushing and slapping you. He’d pissed you off countless times before and you’ve never acted that way towards him.

You were ripped from your thoughts by the sound of banging on your window. Startled by the noise, you jumped, then slowly made your way towards the window, slightly expecting to see JJ there. To your surprise, Kie was standing in front of you with a takeout container and beer. You opened your window and ushered her inside, “Hey you” the girl said, putting her things down and leaning in to hug you. You happily accepted her hug and held her tight, “Hey” you said back, taking in the moment.

You really missed her.

She pulled away from you and looked at your face, slightly grimacing when she saw the lightly coloured green and yellow bruise on your cheekbone, “How are you? We’ve all been so worried, nobody's heard from you since..” Kie said as she trailed off, not knowing if it was okay to bring up the events that went down a mere week ago.

You sighed and sat down on your bed, “I know, I’m sorry. I’m fine, I just needed some space for a bit” you said biting your lip. You looked up at Kie and gave her a small smile, “I missed you though. Life is boring without seeing my best friend everyday” you said and Kie made her way to your bed, taking a seat beside you. “Have you spoken to him at all?” Kie asked while you fiddled with your fingers, “No. He’s called me seven thousand times though.. I want to talk to him, I just don’t know what to say” you said, meeting Kiara’s gaze.

It was true, you missed the shit out of JJ, he was your other half and you were convinced he’s your soulmate. You just didn’t know what you would say to him when you saw him, so you avoided it, “He’s been a complete mess, Y/n. He hasn’t left his room since you left the Chateau, won’t talk to any of us. He won’t even go surfing” Kie said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Which is obviously not an excuse, he should have never put his hands on you, and believe me when I say Pope, John B and I reminded him of that for the past week. I still can’t believe he did that, we were all so shocked. After you left he started sobbing, I’ve never seen him like that before, like, ever” she continued.

You let out a shaky breath, thinking about how JJ felt about this hadn’t really crossed your mind. Even though he felt like shit about hurting you, you felt like shit because he felt like shit. What the hell is that about? You stood up and made your way to the beer and takeout box that Kie brought with her, “What’s this for?” you asked, changing the subject. Kie took the hint, and grinned at you, “Oh, you know, I’m only the best friend in the entire world and brought you dinner” she said and you giggled, “And the beer?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. Kie stood up and started walking towards you, “There’s a kegger tonight, I thought we could go to get your mind off things and get you out of this room” she said, grabbing a beer and opening it. You went to protest, but Kie quickly put her hands up in defense, “And before you say no, I thought this kegger could be a girl's only thing. Just you and me, getting drunk and dancing our problems away” and to that, you could only smile.

Maybe it would be nice just to let go of everything for a night and have fun with your best friend. You grabbed a beer and opened it, “Okay, okay fine. I’m in” you said as you both took swigs of your beer, “Just let me change, I haven’t taken these clothes off for a week” you said, and began heading to the bathroom, “Yeah, I can smell” Kie replied as you both began giggling.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad...

You finished getting ready and looked at yourself in the mirror. You had on a white cropped tank top and denim shorts on. Your hair was down and messy like you liked it. You finished your look by adding your green hightop converse. Once you were satisfied, you came back into your room to find Kie on her phone. You grabbed another beer and challenged Kie to a shotgun race.

After about four of those, it was safe to say you were both feeling pretty tipsy, “Alright, let’s go get wasted!” you cheered walking out of your house, Kie right behind you smiling.

The walk to the kegger was fun, you and Kie laughed about all of the dumb shit you guys used to do, it felt nice to think about something other than JJ, even if it’s only for a little while.

When the two of you got to the beach, there had to be at least a thousand people there. Pogues, Kooks and Tourons combined, everybody was hammered and having a blast. You looked over at Kie and grinned, “This is gonna be fun!” you exclaimed, causing her to laugh.

She grabbed your hand and dragged you to the closest speaker, clearing space for the two of you to dance to the pop song loudly playing for all to hear. You took turns twirling each other around, giggling when Kie tripped over her own foot, almost knocking both of you to the sand.

After a couple songs played, and a couple beers were drank, Kie decided to go to the keg and grab some more, “I’ll be right back!” she drunkenly yelled over the music, to which you nodded your head back in response.

As you watched her walk away, you continued to dance, until you heard a deep voice yell, “Fuck you, Kook!” from across the bonfire. You could recognize that voice from anywhere, it was the voice that had you crying in your room for the past week, the voice that you were drinking to try and forget.

It was the voice of your boyfriend.

Within seconds, you saw a fight break out between a couple of the boys, quickly making your way over, you could see it was JJ, John B and Pope fighting Topper, Kelce and Rafe. You had no idea what the fight was about, but it didn’t really matter, all you could see was JJ beating Rafe so badly he was bloody and on the ground.

When the fighting from John B and Pope subsided, JJ was still hitting Rafe while he was down, and you were watching in horror. You knew there had always been tension between the two, and not to say that Rafe didn’t deserve it, but it was still troubling to watch someone bleed so much.

After a few more seconds, you averted your gaze from JJ only to meet eyes with Pope who looked surprised to see you when his eyes widened. He nudged John B who quickly looked over at you, the same look on his face as Pope.

“JJ, come on man, quit it he’s already down!” Topper yelled, grabbing JJ’s arm so he would stop swinging at Rafe. JJ shrugged off his hand and stood up, breathing heavily and wiping blood from his nose. He looked around at the crowd that had gathered and scoffed, “Y’all can go back to drinking now, the shows fucking over!” he yelled at everybody, flailing his arms as he spoke.

You watched him walk towards John B and Pope, “JJ…” Pope said, gesturing towards where you were standing, “Yeah, I know I took it too far, could we just not talk-” JJ replied but was swiftly cut off by John B, “JJ! Y/N’s here” he said.JJ stopped in his tracks, jaw dropping slightly and eyes barely blinking. John B nodded his head towards you, making JJ spin around to meet your stare. You were standing 20 feet apart but you could feel everything he was saying with his eyes. You could only imagine what your face looked like.

Looking at him made your heart skip a beat. Although it’s only been a week, he was a sight for sore eyes, busted lip and all. You felt like one of those cheesy cartoons where your eyes turn into hearts and pop out of your head. All you wanted to do was run to him and feel his hands on you, his lips on your neck and arms around your body. But you couldn’t get your feet to move.

You still couldn’t forget what happened between the two of you. The reason you haven’t seen him in a week, the reason you were at this party, and most likely the reason JJ picked a fight with the Kooks. The memory rested in the back of your head, preventing you from taking the first step towards him.

Then, suddenly, when you looked at him, all you felt was anger. Anger for how he treated you, anger towards him for making you feel like it was your fault, for giving you a bruise on your face, for shutting out your friends for a week because you couldn’t bear to see the looks on their faces when they saw you.

The change in emotion was enough to get your feet moving away from JJ.

You dropped your gaze from him, grabbing a beer out of some dude's hand and walking in the other direction of the boy as fast as you could. If you knew your boyfriend, you knew it would only be a matter of time until he found you, because he knew exactly where you would go.

For as long as you had known JJ, the two of you had a special spot on the beach, hidden away by sand dunes and some trees, you could go to that spot and feel safe. Whether it was something to do with his dad, or just needing a break from the world, you and JJ went to this spot together and were able to breathe out all the cruelness of OBX. It was your spot.

You slowly, and messily, made your way to your spot, the beers you and Kie shared still in your system. The whole walk here, all you could think about was JJ. How much you loved him, how much you needed him, and how you couldn’t imagine living life on this island without him. Then you think back to last week, and the discolored bruise on your cheek. Everything just feels so complicated now.. You look out at the ocean watching the waves crash and fall against the moonlight, the silence surrounding you was deafening. That is, until you heard a thump coming from behind you. You turned your head, noticing a beer bottle in the sand just a few inches from your feet.

Cocking your head to the side in confusion, you pick the bottle up and look at it, noticing it’s JJ’s favorite beer. Your spot was just over this small sand dune, and as you got closer you could hear sniffling. Determined to figure this out, you marched quickly around the dune to your spot, heart nearly falling out of your butt as you do. With his knees tucked into his chest, and his head in his hands, you knew it was JJ's blonde mop that was huddled up.

As soon as you laid your eyes on him, you could tell he was crying. You could tell he's been crying. He looked up at you, mouth opening slightly as he aggressively wiped his tears away and stood up, keeping a reasonable distance between you. You could tell he was eyeing the bruise on your cheek by the way his chest tightened, “You should’ve seen it a few days ago, it was nasty” you said quietly, offering a small smile to try and ease the tension, but JJ didn’t move a muscle. He just kept staring at you, eyes bloodshot and a look on his face you couldn’t really understand.

After a few moments, JJ took in a sharp breath and shook his head, “I don’t even know what to say.. I’ve been practicing this whole speech I would say when I finally saw you again, had it all written out and now I’m just- just blanking. Listen, y/n, I am so so fucking sorry for what I did” he began, rambling a little and fiddling with his hands. You took a step closer, getting a better look at his pale complexion, normally golden and glowing, and his bloody nose from fighting with Rafe. Needless to say, he looked like a mess.

“JJ, you don't have-” you started but he interrupted you, putting his hands up, “Yes I do baby, you deserve an apology. Hell, you deserve a lot more than I can give you, but I want to tell you that this will never happen again. I promise you, okay? Whether you take me back or not, and I don’t blame you if you don’t, I just couldn't get my dad out of my head, he was riding me already about the boat and then he started talking about you and the Pogues, and you were there and I was so angry, but I moved in with John B, so I wont be around him anymore and I promise you I-I.. I just-” he stopped rambling and started tearing up again, “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anybody, y/n, and-and I can’t imagine losing you.. But I understand-” he was blubbering at this point, and you were crying too. You quickly closed the gap between you and interrupted him with a kiss, placing your hands on his cheeks, holding his head in place while his arms snaked around your waist, squeezing lovingly.

You didn’t know what came over you, but suddenly being scared of JJ went to the back of your mind. You knew his words were true, and he would never do this again. You could see it in his teary, regretful, beautiful blue eyes.

You pulled away and rested your forehead against his, closing your eyes, “I love you so much J” you whispered to him, “I know we have a lot more to talk about, but for right now can we just.. Sit?” you looked up at him, both of your eyes glistening wet with tears. He sighed with relief, giving you a small smile and nodding his head, sitting down in the sand with you between his lap. You rested your head against his chest while his arms wrapped around your body, his fingers playing with the hem of your shorts.

You knew you had more things to discuss with JJ before things were back to normal, and he knew that too. But for now, you were just enjoying each other's company, surrounded by the moonlight and the subtle sound of waves crashing. You loved JJ more than you ever thought was possible, nothing was ever going to change that.

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floveslondon · 1 year ago

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Things I noticed/thought while watching GO S2 (again) Episode 5

Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Zira giving away books! After he specifically asked Crowley over the phone the day before to not sell any books, let alone give them away.

‘Maggie and Nina are counting on me’ But they aren’t are they? You want to make them fall in love with eachother so Heaven doesnt suspect you anymore, and you both can go back to the somewhat free life you had after Armagedon’t. So you’re doing it for Crowley and you. I think he’s justifying his fantasies, and believing those all too well himself.

Crowley’s thoughts after the magician says no: 4oh, go on then, give away ANOTHER book, I dare you’

Crowley in a fez and acting silly, glad we saw that, because it shows that there is still a lot of Angel!Crowley left <3

Crowley is so done with his husband when speaking French.

Mr Rossignol = mr Nightingale 😭

‘But you understood me’ I can only hear Lady Mary Crawley from Downton Abbey when he says that (also, Crawley!?!)

‘Only because for 250 years you’ve been wittering on about the plume of your imaginary taunt’ 🤣

Does Nina say ‘Bravo’ because she is reminded of her own relationship, because they do bicker quite a lot?

Poor pookie looks like he has been hit over the head, either because he hasn’t realised he loves Zira before this, or because he didn’t realise how obvious it is that they like each other. Oh to live in a world where anybody can love anybody…

That line ‘Smitten, I believe. You’re being silly’ The first part made me smile like an idiot, and then the second part gave me butterflies. The money I would give to watch this series again for the first time.

C+A in a heart on the blackboard <3

‘When you told my only friend to shut his stupid mouth and die…’ Goosebumps every time, damn David

Crowley testing if Jim/Gabriel really is telling the truth, because even if Gabriel was thick, he would still know that jumping out of a window is a bad idea. And now Jim was more than willing to jump to be able to help.

It hurts, my head isn’t built for that I know, do it anyway! Crowley how do you know that? Because you heard it from someone else, or because they wiped your memory when you fell, and had to do a lot of very painful thinking to get some of it back? I would bet on the latter…

Ooooh when they show the matchbox I can hear a fly buzzing!

‘Wait and see.’ NEIL FUCKING GAIMAN I am in your walls. Just kidding, I love you really, this is just perfect in its weirdness

Zira just sneaking a long glance at his thin dark duke, his body is fully turned away after e few seconds but he’s still looking, even though Crowley isn’t looking and is nearly out the door

Such a nice touch that people’s clothes change as they enter the bookshop, yet Zira and Crowley remain unchanged. Neil has said that there was a whole outfit planned for Zira, but Michael felt like he would keep on his normal clothes. Many people have also mentioned it is because even if the meeting is supposed to be a fantasy for Maggie and Nina, it shouldn’t have to be for them.

The exchange between Crowley and Maggie is weird, but I can’t put my finger on why…

Ms Cheng looking around before she enters the bookshop is so ominous, I don’t like it. Is she noticing the demons approaching, or is it something else?

Both Crowley and the metatron (next ep) mention the weird name for the coffee shop

The miracle for the clothes and the feeling better and knowing the dance works on Nina and Maggie, but when Zira wants to make them forget all about it, it doesn’t seem to work. Why is that?

Zira again shutting Crowley down, let him speak!

In my head, if it weren’t for the legion of demons outside of the bookshop, Crowley would be blushing so hard when being dragged to the dance floor and while dancing with Zira

I hope we get to see Crowley and Zira do the full dance, including holding hands and getting very close to each other <3

So cute that Zira only loosely holds hands with other people, but every mm of his hand touches Crowley’s

Majestic Jim is majestic, that suit and coat sure are something

‘That arch- traitor Crowley’ Archangel Crowley, is that what you meant Shax?

I want to know Zira’s suggestion!

Maybe Zira’s miracles don’t work on them because Nina and Maggie have too much love for Zira, and love is way more powerful than miracles?

Why does Crowley specifically call for Nina whether or not she’s coming? Why not Maggie too? Or just say ‘Everybody ready?’

Look at the rug in the bookshop and then go look at the rug when Crowley is cleaning up in the next episode. Here it is mostly red with a white border, in the next episode it is all white! I doubt it’s a continuity error, why did they do that 🧐

Episode 6

#Good omens #good omens theory #if you have more thoughts on this or meta's #please let me know

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starlitangels · 2 years ago

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Cataclysm Plot Summary

Welcome to Imperium | Cataclysm

Aka Imperium Season 2: Electric Boogaloo

Aka Apparently Showing Us the Boys in a Messed Up AU Wasn’t Enough Now We Have to Have A Plot™

A while back I did a rundown of the original Imperium series (click the underlined words if you’re new to Tumblr and don’t know that underlines are links) and told it with a messy, sarcastic, lighthearted, chaotic energy in an attempt to reduce the dark tones.

I’m trying to do the same here, but I don’t know how much I succeeded... my last Imperium summary was 2.8k words. This one is 10.0k

Without further ado, let’s get started

Spoiler Alert if you intend to watch Cataclysm (but if you don’t intend to watch Cataclysm and still want to know what happens in it, then you’re on the right post!)

So! As mentioned above, season 1 of the Imperium was really more of a character study with a lot of world lore showing why the characters were as messed up as they were and only a vague overarching story going on in the background

This season threw that out the window in favor of heavy plot

Read the link above if you don’t want to watch the original Imperium series but need a rundown on why the world is so dark and messed up

Alright! So, the first video is basically Echo coming back and being like, “Boo. Guess who? It’s been a while. We’re going back to Imperium where everything is f^&*ed and y’all can’t do anything about it.” And then he punts us through the mirror to the dark side of it and we’re back in the Imperium... yayyyy -_-...

Before I really get into it, I need to add a bit of information I left off of my last rundown because I either A) forgot or B) didn’t think it’d be important back then

Last time, each episode featured, like, 1 or 2 of the main canon characters and was just kind of showing how this AU affected who they were. There was baby bits of plot going on, but it was mostly about the characters. This year, each episode jumped around with a bunch of characters, so I’m going to try to format this a little better to show what happens when. Kinda similar to how I formatted my Inversion reaction post way back XD

The other bit of information I left off last time (I think), is that Mass-Maker vampires give their power to invoke their new turns to the Imperium. Sam mentions in his video last year that with careful wording of an invocation, he can transfer it so someone else holds the power to invoke his progeny. Hence why the Vampire Pyramid Scheme thing is under the Imperium’s governmental control. But even Mass-Makers are still under invocation to not reveal who that person they tied their invocations to is.

With those bits out of the way, let’s do what I promised and have an actual plot summary!

Light the Match

Episode 1 proper. It has been a year in-universe and out since the last time we saw these characters, and things have Progressed. Magic use hasn’t slowed down and, in fact, has gotten worse. The Meridian doesn’t have long left, but the resistance is still fighting to save it.

We open on Milo and Asher. Being dumb and being out in the woods at night (thankfully they’re driving so I guess it could be worse). Milo is telling Asher that this is a bad idea, and Asher agrees, but doesn’t do anything about it, and they continue on their way. They’re talking about going to meet a Freeborn (was never part of the Mass-Maker/Vampire Pyramid Scheme) vampire. Take a wild frickin’ guess who it is

We also learn that the Shaw Pack has properly joined Starlight and Babe’s resistance, and have gotten most of the other packs in Dahlia on board with it too. As many of us guessed they would Yay!

We find out that Asher and Milo are trying to free all the vampires from the Imperium’s control because the Imperium essentially uses them as soldiers/enforcers and there are so many of them that if the resistance tries to tear down the Imperium while the vamps are still under Imperial control, the resistance cannot win.

Milo calls the city a powder keg ready to blow, and says someone just needs to “light the match” roll credits but Asher says they need the info first

Anyway, they get to their destination after a little more arguing, and we jump perspectives a bit.

To the inside of the house they’ve just pulled up to. And it’s... *drumroll* You guessed it! It’s Vincent’s house! Y’know... Vincent... our favorite flirty vampire... who in this universe is a sadistic monster...

Remember in my last Imperium rundown post where I said Vincent still had some humanity in him? I take it back. I was wrong.

And is, when we see him again, feeding off Lovely in the creepy basement of his house. Lovely’s still there after a year of being held essentially captive and... I guess I’ll say they’re essentially kinda... brainwashed? Vincent says something about, “no thoughts in that empty brain, just how I like it” and then tells them to beg for another bite when he asks if they want another one. I assume this is because the pleasure a vampire feels from a bite reflects back on the person and they’re basically addicted to it?

But, before that actually happens, there’s a knock on the door. It’s Asher and Milo! They’re, uh, early for their meeting time with Vincent and we all wonder “who are you and what have you done with perpetually-late-to-everything Asher?” and Vincent’s a little miffed because they interrupted his feeding session with Lovely

There’s a little disagreement over Milo’s presence and Vincent is a total jerk to Milo for being small and honestly we all wanted to see a little action there but I’m not surprised we didn’t. Because Asher told Milo to stand down because they need the information they’ve come to Vincent for

Asher goes inside to talk to Vincent and leaves Milo outside to stand watch, and Milo is not happy about it. Asher basically tells Vincent he’s a jerk and Vincent brushes it off

Then they get started on the information. Vincent knows who the Imperium binds all the invocations to (William knows and Vincent managed at some point to get that information out of him). Asher wants the name/location of said person so they can get that person to release the invocations so the legions of vampires are no longer under Imperium control and the resistance stands a chance at winning

Vincent’s not convinced to give up the information so easily, and pokes and prods at Asher about David’s death, and the fact that David and Asher used to be romantically involved, pissing off Asher in the process

Vincent tells Asher that he’ll give up the coordinates of The Invoker if Asher...

Kills Alexis.

See, William’s only invocation on Vincent was to never be able to kill her himself even though Alexis is fully allowed to try to kill Vincent whenever she wants

Asher protests, saying Alexis is innocent of all this

And then Vincent explains that she’s not innocent of anything and promptly drops a Major Lore Bomb on us:

Alexis and Quinn were involved with each other (the phrase Vincent uses is “shared a bed” and outright says their relationship was at least, sexual, jury’s out on “romantic”) and Alexis was involved in the torturing of Darlin’s unempowered friend that ultimately resulted in the deaths of David and Darlin’—but Alexis wasn’t actually there that night when David and Darlin’ fought Quinn and his two other vampire companions because she was too busy trying (and failing) to kill Vincent

And that’s what gets Asher to agree

One Misery For Another

We turn our sights from the wolves and vampires, to the Imperial Academy of Dahlia.

Yeeeup! We’re back at f^&*ed up D.A.M.N.! Yay???

Aaand... we get Lasko again. President Lasko Moore. Creep-in-chief who Echo’s intro video this go-around taunts some of the audience members for quietly muttering, “NGL Imperium Lasko can kinda Get It...”

Anyway. Freelancer! They show up to his office because he’s apparently taken a special, personal interest in their education and he’s as condescending and creepy as always and my skin won’t stop crawling

Actually they want to ask him a question but the fact remains that he’s creepy

Lasko asks after Freelancer’s education, and then severely talks down on healing magic when Freelancer tells him they’ve been liking their healing classes the most. Because he wants them to be special and powerful and all that and thinks healing magic is useful, but just a tool for people with real power and wants FL to have “real power”

Side note: he outright confirms that our favorite Freelancer is, in fact, a powerful magic user. Which we all pretty much figured probs but it bears mentioning that It Has Been Confirmed™

Then Freelancer asks if they can go see Vindemiator. And Lasko gets Jealous™ Lasko agrees, and is like, “sometime this week, sure.” And Freelancer’s like, “No. Today.” And Lasko’s like, “Why today?” and Freelancer’s like, “Because then I won’t be thinking about it while I study this week and I can actually focus on school” and Lasko’s like, “A’ight. Lemme call the haven peeps and let them know you’re allowed to see him.”

But he only agrees with the condition that Freelancer comes back later that evening to continue their conversation. Fl agrees to be picked up later that evening and finally gets to leave President Creep’s office

And now we get to see Vindemiator! (I was very excited)

And over this past year he and Fl fell in love again! They are Meant to Be in every universe, Your Honor!

But before they can do any romantic lovey-dovey stuff, Fl has to shut the door because Vindemiator’s bedroom cell? in the haven doesn’t have cameras, but the hallways do, and they’re trying to be subtle

Vind is like, “How’d you get him to agree so fast?” and Fl gives the same answer they gave Lasko I guess, and Vindemiator’s like, “Usually he dangles this over your head before caving” and Fl’s just like, “Don’t worry about it, I’m here. I have to go back to talk to him later tonight, but I’m here now”

And Vind is worried about Fl’s comfort meeting up with Lasko after business hours and Fl shrugs it off but Vind pushes a little more. He hates that Fl keeps playing Lasko’s games in order to see Vind as often as they can and Fl, of course, brushes it off as “worth it” and Vind hates that even more because it means Fl has to put up with Lasko being a bigot and, I quote, “tolerate his touching”

Which, if that doesn’t set off warning alarms and raise red flags, I don’t know what would because yikes. There’s a reason I keep calling Lasko a creep in the Imperium universe y’all and this is it. Ew

Vind is feeling sorry for Fl and himself because Fl knowing Gavin essentially traded “one misery for another” roll credits from hiding their powers as a humanborn to putting up with Lasko with their magic out in the open, even Fl insists he saved them and he did from Kody, to be fair, but Vind is sulky

Also there’s lots of desperate kisses in this scene that break my heart and he calls Fl “my love” softly at least once and you can hear my heart shattering like dropped glass somewhere in the distance because they’re trying to be happy together in a world that stomps happiness out with glee

And then we move on to some juicy plot

Apparently Cam has been pretending to feed on a technician *insert eyes emoji here* it’s not Marcus, don’t worry in order to conspire with him to make a program presumably on a flash drive that can hijack the academy and haven’s security feeds

Vindemiator also briefly mentions Vega has a new way of getting through wards but we’ll come back to that I promise because “new way of getting through wards” is literally all Vind has to say, meaning he doesn’t know what that way is

He reveals that the plan has changed. Originally they were gonna scramble the security feeds and then the daemons were going to escape. Run away. GTFO. Leave Dahlia.

Now they intend to take the Academy as a stronghold. Not-D.A.M.N. is the nearest Imperial safehouse for the monarchs so it’s heavily fortified, and is a good home-base for striking out against the Imperium. And the haven is gonna stage a coup and snatch it out from under the Imperium’s nose as subtly as they can.

Avior gets a mention of Vindemiator believing in him and you hear my heart shatter again because canon universe!Avior has been so thoroughly left alone by all the other voiced characters that hearing the other daemons believe in him makes me wanna cry—look at my boy go! If you follow my blog and somehow aren’t aware that I am the biggest sucker for Avior, are you really following my blog? Anyway

And the other daemons in the haven (mostly Avior, who’s In Charge) want Fl to put the feed-scrambling program in Lasko’s computer because Lasko’s got the highest clearance. Vindemiator, of course, does not want Fl to put it in the computer. He doesn’t want Fl to risk it and he didn’t even want to ask them to do it because he knows they’d say yes, damning the risks, because that’s just the kind of compassionate Fl is

Vindemiator just so happens to have the flash drive with him, and Fl takes it, with the promise that if the opportunity to plug it into Lasko’s computer never presents itself, they won’t try again, and they won’t risk themselves too much

Fl promises and confirms that Anton’s not going to blackout the systems immediately before taking the drive

Then blah blah blah Vind laments that Fl has known too many burdens and deserves some peace and he’s entirely correct but doesn’t seem to remember that this is the Imperium, sucker! There is no peace! and promises to find some way to bring FL peace even if it’s just for a “short, precious while”

They kiss—

And we move on to the next segment, which is after Fl’s visit to the haven when our most loathsome Enforcer, Huxley, comes to pick up Fl to go to Lasko’s and is in general being a bigot and a jerk and my heart breaks but I also want to punch him in the face at the same time and he mocks Freelancer for being in love with Vindemiator because he thinks daemons are all just manipulators to get humans to feel whatever emotion they need to survive and in the distance you can hear me shouting “let me at him!”

Anyway he takes Fl to Lasko’s, like, office reception area or whatever and Lasko has already poured some drinks... because that’s not sus at all and we totally weren’t waiting for Fl to get drugged or poisoned or something while Lasko’s saying, “tonight we don’t have to be president and student, we can just be us!” and we’re all side-eyeing each other like, “that’s a red flag!”

And then they do a “Cheers” and the episode ends... Oof.

Luxury of Morality

Aaaaand we’re back to the wolves! Yay! This one came out while I was in an airport so my notes were really hard to read and understand so I redid this from relistening to the episode in full... r.i.p.

Anyway! Asher comes into the pack den or whatever from being outside in the endlessly pouring rain to Baaabe just kinda hanging out waiting for him and he’s like, “Didn’t you have a meeting with your coordinator friend?” (Starlight) And Babe’s like, “Bruh that was ages ago” and Ash groans that he lost track of time meeting with Vincent when he can’t afford to lose track of time

Ash asks how Babe’s meeting with Starlight went and Babe replies that the daemons are days away from being ready and Ash flips because he and the wolves won’t be ready in days—they need more time to get the vampires neutralized and if these two things don’t happen within a short time of each other, it probably won’t work and Ash thinks the daemons are gonna get themselves killed. Babe tells Ash about the program that hijacks the academy security and Ash is skeptical at best because if Anton misses one of the academy’s many check-ins with the Department, it’s going to arouse a lot of suspicion.

Ash points out that daemons are strong but their magic has limits too and there’s such a thing as being outnumbered, and the Imperium has a lot of vampires and complains that Avior needs to wait until they’re ready and Babe tries to be nice but Ash retorts that Avior most likely doesn’t think Asher and the pack can actually get the Invoker to release all the vampires in time—and he doesn’t blame Avior because he’s not sure he can either

He also mentions that daylight won’t be to their advantage because the Imperium can just order Air and Water Elementals to make a stormcloud to block the sun which is simultaneously kinda awesome and Absolutely Terrifying at the same time. The only way to ensure the vampires can’t be set on the academy is to free them, and the only way to find the person is to do Vincent’s favor and then convincing the Invoker to let the vampires go

And Ash has a bit of an existential monologue about he’d rather die trying to save the world than do nothing and let it end, even if he thinks he and the rest of Elegy are already dead

He tells Babe to keep him posted about the haven and tries to leave but Babe insists on him telling them what Vincent’s favor is. Ash tries to sidestep with the “you don’t want to know” BS but Babe pushes no matter how much Ash tries to dodge

So Asher tells them to sit down and reveals the deal he and Vincent made. The info, for killing Alexis.

Then they get into an argument because Babe thinks killing is always wrong and Asher shoots back that in this situation he doesn’t have the “luxury of morality” roll credits because it’s “Alexis dies now, or everyone dies soon”

Asher tells Babe, too, that he didn’t believe Vincent at face value and therefore verified the story and found out a lot about Alexis, before Babe could keep defending a woman they didn’t actually know anything about.

Alexis has a plot of land out beyond Ferris (the town where the Keaton Pack relocated to in the Prime universe) with high concrete walls that’s like an overgrown maze inside where she trucks in unempowered people and hunts them down, particularly families.

She’s a Mass-Maker so she gets away with all of it because the Imperium says she’s earned it.

And when she can, she likes hunting shifters too. She already killed the entire Keaton Pack. They got on the wrong side of the Imperium and the Imperium essentially handed the pack over to her.

Asher continues to tell Babe that Alexis is partially responsible for Darlin’ and David’s deaths—and if everything else Alexis had done wasn’t enough to get Asher on board with killing her, that alone would be plenty

Asher also reveals what Vincent teased at before—that Asher and David weren’t just romantically involved, they were mates in this universe. Which I freely admit I didn’t see coming because that seems like something that would have come up last year when Asher was berating Christian, blaming him for David’s death, and saying last year that “his alpha” died not “his mate” and that seems like a pretty radical difference to me but it also certainly explains why Ash “over”reacted the way he did last year so meh makes sense

But anyway. We’re not here for my tangents obsessing over word choice. We’re here for plot and drama!

Ash admits that Babe has given him and the pack something to fight for in a world that he didn’t think he’d want to fight for after everything he’s lost, which he’s grateful for, but despite all that Babe has given him in regards to purpose, it isn’t enough to make him consider the immorality of killing Alexis

He doesn’t care if Babe sees him as a monster for it, either.

And he leaves the room.

While the thunderstorm continues in the background

What You Deserve

Swapping back over to the D.A.M.N. side of the story, we open with—

Wait

Vega?

Yeah. So, on my original Imperium summary I kinda brushed past Vega’s BA because I thought the only relevant bit was that humans could, like, volunteer to let daemons feed off of them at the havens in feeding rooms that had cameras in them

But apparently I was wrong. The other relevant bit was that the human from that BA was supposed to be letting Cam feed off of them and accidentally walked into Vega’s room instead due to a clerical error, and ended up locked in. And found Vega wildly attractive and Vega accused them of being a bit of a masochist and... well... it’s an NSFW Bonus Audio so... you can probably guess what happened back then.

A year later, Vega and that same human are pretty much in love. Huh. Vega as a thoughtful partner wasn’t on my Cataclysm Bingo Card but it’s interesting to explore

Vega’s trying to soothe the human listener character (who he calls Pet so that’s what I’m gonna use to simplify) because they’re worried about the plan and want to hold Vega and Vega’s like, “Sure. If that comforts you. Not what I expected but sure.”

He tells Pet that when the fighting starts, they need to stay in the haven. And if the resistance fails, he makes Pet promise him that they’ll tell the humans he was nothing more than a cruel, sadistic monster who held them captive. Because the humans would expect to hear that and it will keep Pet safe

Vega goes on to say Freelancer is going to try to plant the program in Lasko’s computer tonight (this takes place the same night as the last time we saw them, btw) and everything will permanently change either way. Comforting, Vega. 10/10 good job

Pet is a little scared but Vega gives actual comfort over the changes with a complicated river metaphor, but realizes Pet isn’t just worried about the broad, sweeping changes about to happen. They’re worried for Vega.

And I’ll say it right now: Vega is the only character whose canon universe version would be punched in the face by his Imperium version, rather than the other way around like Huxley or Sam

Vega reassures Pet that they don’t need to worry about him because he’s perfectly capable of handling himself and promises he won’t leave Pet the way others have, and tells them their soft heart is safe with him

Moving back to Freelancer in Lasko’s office area! Who, thank the Sovereigns, is not getting drugged or poisoned by whatever drink Lasko gave them. And they’re having a somewhat pleasant chat but also not really because it’s kinda creepy because Lasko is talking about whether or not Fl left behind a partner in their old life and when FL’s like “nope” Lasko doesn’t believe them and makes a quiet comment about how with “that body?” he can’t imagine they didn’t have someone but Fl insists they didn’t

But guess what? Avior, Vega, Vindemiator, and Anton are monitoring Fl from the haven and Vind is like, “They’re super uncomfortable. If this keeps up I’m going in there”

And Avior, over the radio, is like, “Calm down, Vin. Trust them.” (Vin! Vin! A nickname! From Avior! I about lost it because, I mean, c’mon! That at least means they’re somewhat friendly and all I want is Gavin and Avior in the canon universe to be friends toooooo!)

Then we jump back to Freelancer, who asks where the bathroom is. It’s just past Lasko’s office, but when they get up, they go into Lasko’s office instead and start rummaging around to get the flash drive or whatever plugged into the computer

And Lasko comes to the door (which Fl locked when they slipped inside) and is trying to get inside while Fl keeps running the program and he acts at first like he thinks Fl is joking with him and slowly starts getting more and more vocally aggressive when Fl doesn’t respond

And, in the haven, Vindemiator can’t take it anymore, even as Anton announces that Freelancer was successful in getting the drive into the computer, and he takes off at super speed for Lasko’s office. Avior, on the radio, is like, “No!” but Vind doesn’t listen so Vega’s like, “I’ll go with him and put wards up to hide that we’re there.” And also takes off and Avior mutters, “Assuming Vin doesn’t level the building” and then instructs Anton to do what he can.

Back at Lasko’s office, Lasko is mad that Fl still hasn’t opened the door or even said anything

And negates the air in the room in his office (he can do it through a wall with no problem)

Starting to asphyxiate Freelancer, taunting them through the door when they try to get out but can’t think straight because they’re losing oxygen, saying that he’s trying to teach them a lesson, not kill them—

Then Vin to the rescue!

(After Freelancer passes out on the other side of the door)

Lasko tries the same trick, negating the air, but Vin laughs and is like, “Nice try. Daemons don’t need to breathe.” And promptly mutes Lasko’s powers, so now Lasko does have to breathe, and proceeds to use magic to beat Lasko up, and choke him out. Because Air Elementals apparently don’t need to breathe either when they negate the air in a room until their powers are taken from them and Vindemiator is getting his revenge—

When Vega shows up, holding Freelancer. He and Vin talk about how Lasko deserves more than the broken bones Vindemiator just gave him, and Vindemiator wants to be the one to give Lasko what he deserves, but he admits that he still sees Kody’s broken form on the floor from last year when he tries to go to sleep, and he can’t hurt someone like that again so he drops Lasko from the chokehold—and Lasko gets a chance to catch his breath. Until...

Vega’s like, “You can’t. I can.” And when Vindemiator’s like, “Wait what?” Vega grabs Lasko with his powers, holds him down, starts torturing him, and silences him. Vindemiator protests, but Vega boils it down to, “Your heart is soft, Vindemiator. And that’s fine. That’s why I’m here. To do the things you can’t.”

He tells Vindemiator to take Fl and get out, and after a bit of arguing (because Vega used the term “pet” and Vindemiator snapped back that Fl is not his pet and Vega’s like “different words same concept. Go”), Vindemiator does.

Leaving Lasko alone with Vega.

During which Vega reveals that he’s been faking being half-starved and weakened all the time. Because Lasko, and everyone Lasko’s assigned to the haven, are all hateful and cruel—and Vega’s been feeding on that for a long time. He’s more powerful than Lasko could ever conceive of, and it’s all Lasko’s fault. Vega thanks him for that, and promises that he’s going to use the power Lasko’s enforcers gave him to tear the Imperium apart. And if it fails, come and watch as the Meridian collapsing washes Lasko away, so the last thing Lasko ever sees is Vega’s smile

Then Vega Slices Lasko’s Threads!

Which is terrifying and kinda hot but not entirely undeserved on Lasko’s part either

While the thunderstorms continue in the background

Worth Dying For

Alrighty-doe! Back to Asher!

But! We also get Milo...

And our new second-favorite Incubus: Scorpius! Yay! (I’m not kidding when I say it’s always a delight for me to hear GB)

And after Scorpius and Milo give each other so much attitude and sass that I want to hear more of their interactions for the rest of forever, Asher offers Scorpius a deal:

Overclock Asher’s Core, and the wolves will take Scorpius to the safety of the haven

Scorpius is skeptical because he tried to get into the daemon haven before with no luck, and Ash remarks it’s because he tried to go to the front door, and the wolves have a back way in that is guaranteed to work

And Scorpius is like, “yeah okay, but the Imperium banned overclocking ages ago. You realize it’s a bad idea, right?”

Asher’s like, “I know. But the why isn’t part of the deal.”

So, for context now, “overclocking” is when a daemon pours some of their magic into a human’s Core, supercharging their magic for a short while. But it’s ridiculously risky because the only way to get rid of it once it’s in their bodies is to use it all—and the longer the human holds on to the demon magic, the more it burns their Core to a crisp. (Sound familiar? Inversion, anyone?) Basically, the human is very likely to lose their magic if they Overclock their Core.

So why does Asher want Scorpius to do it to him?

We’re getting to that.

Asher argues with Scorpius that because he’s a shifter and magic isn’t just in his Core like most of the other magical races, he’s more confident that he’ll be able to take it in sound familiar?! and potentially not lose his magic permanently

Scorpius reluctantly agrees after a bit more arguing

We move now to Damien and Royal Consul Jett!

Jett informs Damien that not-D.A.M.N. missed a check-in (they were a little late because Anton is doing those, but the Department doesn’t know that yet) and Damien’s all, “Seriously? You’re bugging me for this? One academy being late?” and Jett’s like, “it’s the nearest safehouse for you though.” and Damien’s like, “It’s beneath my concern right now. I’ll leave it in your capable hands.”

And Jett’s like, “Sire the public hasn’t seen or heard from you in four months, maybe you should stop isolating yourself in your quarters”

And Damien’s like, “Why do you think they haven’t?”

Jett tries to soften his words by saying it had been four months since “the loss” of Damien’s consort (who, remember, is actually Angel)

Damien practically blows a gasket because “loss” makes it sound like an accident, but Angel was speaking out against the Imperium (releasing documents revealing background information) and no matter how Damien’s attempts to stop them escalated, they wouldn’t stop

So they were executed

Yeah. Angel’s dead. We didn’t even get to see them fight Damien before it happened :-(

Y’all I feel a bad for Sal because every time he’s voicing Jett on Redacted’s channel, Jett’s getting yelled at. First by Milo in the Inversion, now by Damien... I don’t care much for Jett but poor Sal XD

And Damien orders Jett out, and he leaves.

Back to Milo and Ash!

They’re on their way to meet Scorpius. Arden is going to come pick him up once they’re done and take him to the haven—which is great for Avior because they’re gonna need all the magic they can get

And Milo and Ash get into an argument about Ash not risking the pack for this and going to take her out alone, and the overclocking, during which Asher reveals why he needs Scorpius to do it.

The older a vampire gets, the more resistant to magic they are, and Alexis is fifty and was turned by Old Blood. A lot of magic won’t necessarily work on her well when she’s at full strength. So they have to weaken her. And there’s only one way Asher can think of to do that.

See, vampires can’t feed on daemon blood. It’s essentially poison to them because it’s basically magic made physical that would overload their bodies and destroy them. And Asher knows he can’t trick Alexis into feeding on a daemon, so the next best thing is to overclock his Core. The saturation of magic in his blood should, hopefully, poison her and weaken her long enough to kill her if he can get her to feed on him

Milo, of course, freaks out at how bad of an idea it is and basically begs Asher not to do it, and gives the most emotional speech that I can’t even summarize without crying so I’m skipping it for now, and begs Asher to bring Milo with him to kill Alexis, and Asher actually agrees

They go and meet Scorpius and Scorpius double checks that this is what they wanna do and Milo asks for confirmation that once Scorpius gives Asher his magic, he won’t be able to take it back or transfer it—and won’t have enough to do it again

And Milo goes, “That’s what I thought. In that case... Sorry, Ash” and promptly knocks Ash tf out and tells Scorpius to overclock him instead

Scorpius is like, “Wait my deal was with your alpha.” And Milo’s like, “You’re still getting into the haven. Just do it to me, not him.”

Scorpius agrees, and once he gives Milo some of his magic, Milo radioes Arden and tells her to come get Scorpius to take him to the haven and thanks Scorpius

Anyone else experiencing deja vu or is it just me? *glares at Milo for being a brave, dumb, self-sacrificing idiot again*

Truth Will Out

Alright. This one starts

with Sam?

Yep. See, I didn’t think we’d see Sam this year. I thought that once he got his Mass-Maker title he’d f^&* off to the Solaire Clan wherever they are and enjoy his freedom.

But nah. Why should my predictions ever be right?

Anyway. He and a large crowd of vampires are standing outside not-D.A.M.N. in the storm, shaking the chained gates, and Sam seems to be the spokesperson, saying they know the academy has been taken over by the daemons—and tells the “Children of Aria” to come greet their guests.

So Avior goes out. Alone (10/10 fantastic idea, Avior. Good job *eyeroll*) and is like, “how did you know we took the academy?”

And Sam dodges the question. Multiple times. But he’s got his crowd of vampires—

But that they want to help? What the hell?

They’re Mass-Makers and freeborns (ones who were turned but never under the Imperium’s control), all of them. And they hate the Imperium and want to help tear it down

And no matter how many times Avior asks how they know, Sam dodges or avoids the question—and points out that the longer Avior waits with this massive force of vampires outside the gates, the Department’s gonna start noticing soon.

He tells Avior that he can double check the truth of their story if he wants. Which Avior does want to do. So the vampires get locked up in the haven for temporary holding while Anton verifies their stories

The vampires get escorted to the containment rooms and Avior goes somewhere to be alone

Which is where Starlight finds him. And—it’s important for me to note—he calls them Starlight. Meaning they’re in love in this universe too now! Which is a win for me!

And Avior’s telling Starlight that he didn’t have much other choice but to bring them in, and they’re both worrying that the vampires are suspicious which they should be, but all the vamps are who they say they are—and several of them are on the Imperium’s hit list. So yeah. No love there

But the most worrisome is that none of them will explain how they know the daemons took the haven—there’s a leak somewhere, and they refuse to say where. Avior promises that if the vampires turn on them, the vampires won’t survive the event

He goes over the plan with Starlight—even with these vampires, he’s not confident in their forces yet to attack the Imperium outright. They need to deliver one fatal blow to the Imperium or the resistance can’t survive to make a second strike against the might of the Department

Starlight suggests kicking out the vampires but Avior says he can’t. He doesn’t trust the vampires or the convenience of them showing up, but it would be too suspicious—and one of the vamps might tattle to the Department—and he can’t afford to ignore the extra hands

And Avior reveals why it’s always raining in the background in the Imperium

The world is dying as the Meridian keeps wearing thinner and thinner. The storms and the earthquakes are the world’s death throes (“The final movements or sounds, often erratic, of a living being as it dies”). They haven’t seen the sun in ages because of it.

But McKinley’s daemon havens are on the same page and have taken their havens from Imperial control and are on their way—but it’ll take them a few days to get to Dahlia. Borden’s (another city’s) aren’t ready yet but they’re on their way

Starlight asks if they could use magic to pull the truth from the vampires’ minds. Avior admits it’s possible, but unethical and he’s not willing to do it. He says Vega and a few of the others would be willing, but Avior is the one In Charge (the way he said that—I’m not even gonna lie was pretty hot) and he’s not even going to ask because the vampires, technically, haven’t provoked it yet. So it’s the Absolute Last Resort

And we turn to Vega and Pet—

And Vega and Pet have a sweet conversation where Vega expresses how he’s always surprised at how Pet looks at him and treats him

He tells them to prepare for a quick change as the fight breaks out elsewhere. He promises to come back, but they’re gonna be alone for a bit as he leaves. Pet wants to go with him, but he won’t let them. He can’t keep them safe when the fighting starts. Pet, reluctantly, agrees

And they tell him he “holds their heart” and he gives a soft speech about how his hands are better made for crushing, tearing, breaking—destruction and cruelty, and to be trusted to hold Pet’s soft heart was something he never expected.

He starts to tell Pet his plan. He doesn’t want them to have to lie to the Department should it fail, but he doesn’t want them to misunderstand him, either—

And Vega tells Pet that he is the reason the vampires are here. He used his magic—Telepathy, I assume—to reach into the minds of the vampires free of the Imperium and most willing to volunteer for something like this, and suggested they gather for this. Any vampire that he sensed would resist, he ignored, rather than try to take over their minds because it wouldn’t be stable. So he just. Offered. And they agreed. But if any of them betray him, he’ll destroy them.

He says he knew Avior would never agree, so he just did it. Avior is a good leader and a worthy voice for daemonkind, but too reserved to make harder decisions. He says Avior should be the leader, but should stay behind the front lines and needs a general willing to take risks and fight and carry the pain so Avior doesn’t. And Vega took that upon himself because the other daemons would never be able to do it.

And he’s going to take the vampires and the other daemons to the Imperium Spire (the palace/governmental seat, essentially) tonight to lead the strike. To kill Damien and the Ruling Council or die trying. Either way, it’ll be over.

And Pet is worried, of course, because they love him. And he asks that they trust him. He promises he’s not gonna be the one dying. He promises to come back and that he was “born of cruelty, but is more than that” and won’t leave Pet alone in this harsh world

I am mildly in love with Imperium!Vega, not gonna lie. But Canon!Vega can take a hike

We move, now, to Fl and Vindemiator. Fl is awake after being suffocated and Vin is trying to convince them to rest and they won’t. Fl is imagining what their and Vin’s lives could be in a world without the Imperium and Vin desperately wants to give that life to them. They deserve to see their canon counterparts, Your Honor!

Then, Freelancer suggests they leave. Apparently they’re fed up with everything they’ve been put through and they want to find some well-deserved peace—finally

And Vin says he can’t. He protests that he can’t abandon the resistance. That Avior’s gonna need all the demons he can get

But Fl argues that one daemon isn’t going to make or break the fight which I disagree with but this universe had no Inversion to prove that to them but ssshhh

So, after a bit of convincing, Vin and Fl decide to run away together. To just have a few days of peace and happiness, before the end of the world.

They run. They don’t even pack a bag. They. They Just Go.

And we literally never hear from them again for the rest of Cataclysm

Tantum Tyrannus

(Which translates, according to Google Translate, to “Only a Tyrant”)(In case you’re curious. I was)

Well, sh!+

Asher wakes up to Sweetheart (Finally showing up) waking him up. Sweetheart can’t find Milo anywhere gee wonder why and Asher realizes what Milo did. He explains it to Sweetheart and Sweetheart’s like “why did you let him do that?” And Asher’s all, “I wouldn’t have—which is why he knocked me tf out and did it anyway!”

Asher is determined to go after him, and Sweetheart convinces Asher to take them with him no matter how much he resists and he finally caves after Sweetheart asks what Asher would have done to be there, fighting at David’s side, the night David died. Asher tells Sweetheart to stay cloaked as long as possible, but lets them join him

And off they go to save Milo! (Assuming he’s alive)

Then we move to Damien!

And Nate Wexler! (Remember him, from Inversion? The Probably-Freelancer who sounds like he’s about 14?) He’s an adjunct to Consul Jett and Jett was called before the Ruling Council and sent Nate in his place

That or he figured Damien would be less pissy with someone with the voice of An Actual Child™ and made up an excuse but that’s none of my business

Damien’s like, “Fine, what’s your report?”

The weather has been getting worse and the planet is experiencing geological instability and Nate Wexler is trying to encourage Damien to make some sort of statement, to which Damien lashes out that he shouldn’t have to be holding the citizens’ hands

Damien asks Nate Wexler what the Elemental Magistrate is doing about the weather (because it’s evidently their job to handle the weather and stuff) and Nate’s like, “They��re doing everything they can but it’s not working.”

And Damien, being Damien, just snaps that they need to work harder or he’s putting them on Blood Supply

So Damien tells Nate to send some vamps to keep an eye on the Elemental Magistrate—in essence, intimidate them into trying harder—and dismisses him. So off the poor bean goes

Anyway back to Asher and Sweetheart where the fun is

They get to Alexis’ house and it’s... too easy. There are no guards. No wards. Just the house. Asher is Very Suspicious™ as he should be

And as he and Sweetheart approach the house, floodlights turn on and a loudspeaker activates.

It’s Alexis. Taunting Asher (remember Sweetheart’s cloaked and Alexis probably can’t detect their Stealth aura because they can pretty much fully mute it for a while) about Milo and beckoning him inside.

They go inside and Alexis has a beaten-up Milo in her grip.

She and Asher argue and she taunts him for not giving the pack his last name, instead hiding behind David’s, and she clenches Milo’s arm in her fist and breaks it. She threatens to turn Milo into a vamp and invoke him to attack Asher before he even takes his first breath as a vampire

Milo, being Milo, dares her to try

She bites him—

And his poisoned blood fills Alexis’ mouth. She recoils like, “What is that?”

And Sweetheart (I assume) hits her with enough magic to hold her still long enough for Asher to tear her head off

Then they get Milo tf out of there to go get healed ‘cause he kinda passed out. Poor guy

And Asher goes to pay a visit to a certain Vincent Solaire...

He brings Alexis’ head with him and Vincent is actually surprised that Asher pulled it off. When Asher explains how, and that the plan didn’t quite happen the way he’d wanted, Vincent laughs, saying Milo is “small and stupid” and keeps mocking Milo for taking it on himself

Vincent warns Asher that the Invoker has held the invocations for the vampires for as long as the Imperium has existed—meaning the Invoker is in some way immortal because the Imperium has been around for centuries

Asher tells him to “go to Hell” and when Vincent just laughs, Asher insists that Vincent gives up the coordinates on the Invoker. Vincent writes them down and hands them over—

And then Asher shifts and tears his head off too and growls, “Save me a seat”

Which was the most badass one-liner I could ever imagine because Imperium Vincent is a di—

Okay moving on

One Last Wish

Second to last, y’all! You’ve almost made it down this trainwreck of a summary!

We’re back with Milo and Asher. Milo’s in bed, recovering though no word is given on if he actually fully burnt out his Core or not but Asher seems confident when he says it’ll come back after Milo expresses doubt, but Sweetheart went to go make some food for him (probably before coming back to give him the Lecture of the Century™—assuming Marie doesn’t get to it first)

Asher tells Milo what happened with Vincent—that he got the info before ripping Vincent’s head off and liberating multiple people being held captive in the basement including Lovely (who had been there the longest by the sound of it) and getting those people to the healers with Miguel and Christian’s help

They have a heartfelt conversation about how Asher is a good alpha and Milo knows he can’t be as good of one, which was why he couldn’t let Ash burn out his Core

Then Milo asks Ash why he hasn’t given the pack his own last name—that the pack would be proud to be named after Asher and we all hold our breath for a potential Last Name Reveal?

Asher says it’s because he’s not the one that needs to be remembered. That it’s Gabe and David who deserve it and we all sigh because we don’t get the Last Name Reveal

Ash takes some time to cry because he can’t feel the magic in the word mate anymore now that David’s dead and says he keeps the pack called the Shaw Pack because it’s one of very few things he has left of David—David hated having his picture taken so there’s only a few pictures of him but Ash has David’s jacket and old wallet... but very little else

He and Asher have a moment of sobbing together and Milo tells Ash to “come here” and Ash gets closer but is like “Why” and Milo’s like, “if I get off this bed you’ll yell at me but I’ll be damned if I don’t do this” and gives Asher a hug

Asher holds onto Milo and they both cry, and as Asher pulls away, Milo figures out immediately that Asher’s leaving and asks if he can convince Ash to take anyone with him to go after the Invoker and Ash is like “nope”

And Milo tells Ash he loves him and tells him to come home. Ash loves Milo too and then Sweetheart comes in and Asher goes out (they exchange a hug and Asher does a *pat pat* on their back and they are family, Your Honor)

And Asher heads off to go confront the Invoker after steadying himself just outside Milo’s closed door.

On to Avior and Starlight! And Vega.

Starlight rushes into the room and Avior’s like “What’s up?” because Starlight is clearly distressed and Starlight saw Vega doing something sus and Avior’s like, “Crap. C’mon. We gotta catch up to him” and they rush off to Vega and find him heading for the courtyard to lead the vampires and daemons to the Imperium Spire.

They catch up to Vega when he’s alone and Avior’s like “what are you doing?” and Vega gives a literal answer that he’s heading for the courtyard and Avior’s like “Don’t play semantics with me” and they start arguing about logistics

And Vega finally gives up his plan to Avior, telling him that Vega was the one who brought the vampires here. And Avior is shocked and Vega tells him the same thing he told Vin—Vega does what the softer hearts can’t. He also says if any of the vampires think about turning on him, he’ll just take control of them

Avior is, understandably, against the notion

The two argue and Vega says he won’t magically fight Avior, and Avior’s like, “You can’t stop me without a fight!”

And Vega says he’s going to remove Avior—by sending him back to Aria. Avior’s like, “No. Only daemons who serve the Chorus are strong enough to rift” and Vega says, “Nope. It’s not power. It’s knowledge. Knowledge the Chorus didn’t share.”

Because yeah—Vega’s known how to rift this whole gatdang time and never did anything with it. Avior is appalled that he never went home and Vega says, “The Sovereigns deserve their fate. Humanity doesn’t.” Literally Vega’s stayed on Elegy this whole time to help humanity and for some reason I fall a little more in love with this version of him

Starlight tries to protest and get close and Vega warns them off, saying if they get too close, the rift will suck them in too and obviously we know humans can’t survive in Aria

Avior pleads with Vega not to do this, but Vega promises he’ll see Avior soon anyway. Either when they succeed and Vega retrieves him, or if they fail and Aria merges into Elegy and all of daemonkind is reunited

He opens a rift—

And Starlight rushes over to try to stop it and gets pulled in too

Vega laments that it was a needless death but that it won’t be in vain

And heads for the courtyard

Say hello once again to Damien and Nate Wexler!

The Imperium Spire is under attack! The daemons and vampires have stormed it and are making massive headway. The legions Damien commands are scattered, all they have are the normal security at the Spire—who are the best, but not enough, numbers-wise. And also they’ve lost contact with almost every daemon haven in the whole Imperium and Damien’s like, “Pull everyone from Dahlia then I don’t care where they’re stationed, we’re not fleeing the Spire like they want but we have to defend the building!”

And Nate’s like, “yes sir” and scampers off

Back to Avior—

And Starlight?

Yup! Starlight’s not actually dead! Yay!

Because guess what?!

The same thing happened here that did in the canon universe

The gatdang rift collapsed again!

So Avior and Starlight are in some barren, dripping landscape where every atom is made of magic that’s shaking bad and surrounded by voids and are like, “Okay... wtf do we do?” and they try and figure out whether the voids are ways out or not and Avior’s like, “we can’t do the first thing we think of without thinking things through!” and then the landscape shakes harder and Avior’s like, “Okay... maybe we don’t have time to think things through.”

And because they are always a mildly reckless idiot, Starlight shoves their hand (or fully jumps through) one of the voids and is pulled in. Just like in canon

And then there’s a background rhythm beating and you hear two voices. One is Erik’s, one is a woman’s.

“Child...

“Of Land...

“You...

“Are needed...”

What the fu—

We’re back to Asher now!

He’s made it to wherever the Imperium holds the Invoker and he fights off what few guards there are. A handful of vampires already trying to flee.

He doesn’t know the door passcode and goads the Invoker, hoping to get him to open the door

And after a moment, he does.

And it’s

Brachium

WHAT THE FU—

All Cruel Things

Last one. The finale. We made it this far, but this video is 51 and a half minutes long so prepare yourselves

We start at the fight at the Spire. It’s mayhem. Camelopardalis radioes Vega saying that the Ruling Council have evacuated and gives their location. Vega, delighted, and happening to be near Sam (because remember Vega brought all the vampires), tells Sam he has to go attend to something and to give the king his regards

And Sam—taking too much pleasure in that instruction—is like “Yes sir” before Vega blasts off

He wrecks the truck or whatever that the Ruling Council was in and gives a big fancy speech to the Council about the wrongs they’ve done and how his vengeance is basically that they will become dust and it seems like he uses his magic to quite possibly bury them alive and/or crush them to dust? It’s the same sound effect as Huxley’s big earthquakes

We go, quickly, back to Asher

And Brachium

And Ash is so confused

Because Brachium

Is a daemon!

And I was frickin’ right and I frickin’ called it when I guessed that Deathwalkers were daemons and woohoo! I was so excited

Anyway, Ash is like “Why would they bind the invocations to a daemon?”

Brachium’s like “Daemons are immortal as long as we’re fed and can defend ourselves well because we’re so strong compared to humans so it was safer”

And he reveals that he’s been on Elegy for millennia. He was the first daemon exiled from Aria for speaking out against the treatment of the Sovereigns

And he’s a Serenity Daemon

Ash is confused what Brachium gets out of the arrangement and Brachium answers that the Imperium keeps him safe, alive, and fed—

Because he’s afraid of death. He was the first one trapped on Earth, and he was afraid of dying from the beginning because it’s really only in Elegy that daemons can die

Asher’s like “why aren’t you killing me? why are you telling me this?”

And Brachium says Asher’s strength is waning from overuse, and doesn’t see Ash as a threat and asks if Ash wants to kill him. Ash is like, “I just want the invocations released, however that happens”

Ash says he’s not afraid to die—but Brachium contradicts that statement and after a bit of encouragement, Ash breaks down, admitting he doesn’t believe in an afterlife after everything the world has taken from him. His parents, David, Gabe, Milo’s dad, the Keaton Pack—he doesn’t think they’re waiting for him on the other side. That there is no other side. He thinks once someone’s gone, they’re gone. And Ash sobs at how exhausted he is

Brachium wishes he had the answer of whether there was or not because dramatic irony, but he doesn’t. And only being able to feed on peace and serenity has made him blind and complacent to the harm his role has done on the world because they were the only human feelings he ever experienced. He thought he knew that was why the Imperium did that, and that knowing it would help him resist, but after thousands of years, he wasn’t.

And the only way to release the invocations, is by the death of the holder

And Brachium is no longer afraid of death, after thousands of years of being alive on Elegy

Brachium reveals that he’s already dying because of how long he’s been solely on Elegy and the pain that is constantly flowing across Elegy from the cruelty of the Imperium has torn him apart, and the Imperium has been trying to convince him to bind the invocations to someone else, but he’s been refusing to release them. Ash protests that once the Meridian collapses, Brachium can go home, but Brachium’s form has been so worn down by time in Elegy that he won’t be able to withstand the violent merging of the two realities and will die anyway

So he expends all his magic, sacrificing himself, making me cry and releasing all the invocations, freeing the vampires

Or... so he and Asher think

We return to Sam—and Cam hehe that rhymes—right after Brachium’s sacrifice

And... Brachium was wrong.

His death didn’t free the vampires. Freed them from the Imperium, but not truly free.

It just transferred their invocations back to their Makers.

Sam figures it out first before any of the other Mass-Makers. Every person he’s ever turned as a Mass-Maker who’s still alive, anyway is back under his control.

Camelopardalis is like, “How many vampires is that?”

Sam doesn’t have an exact number but he says “More than enough to win”

And we jump cut up to Damien’s quarters

Where Nate Wexler is opening the door—

Only to get torn asunder and/or drained in seconds by Sam, who is still taking waaay too much pleasure in all this for me to consider sane

Sam reveals to Damien that the vampires have been freed from Imperium control and asks if Damien’s gonna defend himself, and Damien says it’s pointless, and if the Imperium dies, his king should die too

Sam’s like “Cute sentiment.” And attacks him.

Now, finally to Avior, Starlight, and the voices in the Meridian

It’s Elaetum and Min’Ara. They are all that’s left of the Meridian, and have been so worn down that they merged into one being in the middle of an identity crisis over that fact and can barely remember any of that from how much they’ve been reduced

They ask Starlight if they can use Starlight’s body in order to speak to Avior, and Starlight agrees

They explain to Avior that they had to speak through Starlight because Starlight, as a physical being instead of a magical one, is separate enough from their energy and the power of the Meridian to hold Starlight’s form. Avior, as a “starchild” (daemon) would have been consumed in an attempt to bind to him the same way. Elaetum/Min’Ara reveal that they stopped the rift before it reached Aria so they could have this conversation

Avior asks what they want, and they want to live, but their magic is too empty, and the tears can’t heal. They tell Avior to bring them a Sovereign

Avior protests that he has no way to get a Sovereign out of Aria, but—

They tell Avior that if he becomes a conduit for their power, they can take one of the Sovereigns out of Aria, they can use that Sovereign’s power to reinforce the Meridian.

Avior confirms that this will save Elegy and they say that’s true

So Avior agrees to become the conduit

He channels their power—sounding like he probably passed out—and we get a brief soundbite of Aria and then hear Elaetum/Min’Ara say the Sovereigns emphasis on the plural will be as one

And they take all of the Sovereigns from Aria into the Meridian

Avior freaks out because they’re leaving all the daemons in Aria to starve that way but Elaetum/Min’Ara assure him that daemons will be fine if they learn to make both Aria and Elegy their home, living the way Avior has for all these years by feeding on humans, and rift back and forth

Avior tries to protest that Elegy’s in chaos and if daemons start crossing over to feed it’s just going to get worse—but it’s too late

Elaetum/Min’Ara promise the Meridian will never fall, and make a rift for Avior to leave with Starlight—

And Echo appears for just a moment to the audience, saying, “But they’re gonna wish it had!” And cackles

Creepy eyeball motherhugger. Go take a hike

Anyway. Back to Sam.

Who did not kill Damien.

Instead, turned him. Into a vampire

Because he hasn’t earned that release yet

And takes way too much pleasure in invoking him to lick what’s left of Nate Wexler off his boot. Which is gross. Sam fully intends to inflict pain and humiliation and suffering on Damien after everything the Imperium put Sam through.

Then Sam opens the Comms channel

Right as Avior and Starlight run into Asher, back in Elegy

There’s a brief moment of reunion where Ash and Avior get caught up on the Meridian becoming stable—

Just in time to hear Sam announcing that he’s turned Damien into a vampire and the Imperium is over. And that he’s taking Dahlia as his territory as King Samuel Collins, but welcomes the other Mass-Makers to fight for land elsewhere with their progenies as little armies. Informing them that their invocations are back in their hands.

The man is insane, okay?

And Avior, Starlight, and Ash are horrified. Asher says Brachium died believing he’d freed the vampires... not give them back to the Makers.

The last words are Avior saying, “Oh, my God. What have we done?”

—

Then Echo comes back and is like, “LOL the Meridian’s fine but Elegy and Aria might still tear each other apart. Brachium’s gone so the Mass-Makers are warlords now and Aria’s going crazy now that the daemons all know they can and have to rift to Elegy to survive and everything’s F^&*ED! Tootles!” and cackles himself out

Then credits roll—

And we get a post-credits scene?

Yup!

Sam brings Damien a person to feed on, telling him to clean up after himself when he’s done

And...

It’s Huxley

But Damien has an idea

He turns Huxley, rather than draining him, saying he’s got a better idea for what to do with Huxley

So Huxley goes from being one of the most powerful Earth Elementals in the Imperium, to pretty much the weakest vampire.

Fun.

—

Tag list of people who were waiting for this: @princecharmingfrosting @0o-starboy-o0 @cindertooth @angelicaether @lemonxdebaby @zozo-01

#Redacted ASMR #Redacted Imperium #Redacted Audio #Redacted Cataclysm

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years ago

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What would a cw adaptation of Harry Potter look like?

Having not watched too many cw shows myself (I just hear about their nonsense), I phoned @therealvinelle who made the poor life choices of having watched much more of The Vampire Diaries than I have and watching any Supernatural.

The following is her beautiful response:

So for starters, we merge Snape and Tom's characters. This is because Snape isn't hot, and because Tom needs to be near the kids. Tom still looks like Tom Riddle, and he's a teacher who seduces Hermione. At no point are any thoughts about the fact that he's a teacher sleeping with a student had

Harry is a blond now, and he's also dating Hermione. A love triangle ensues, one where Tom will hover sexily but dangerously in empty classrooms and make vague threats that Hermione find very sexually arousing.

The love triangle is the focal point of this show.

Voldemort is Tom's evil alter ego, who killed Harry's parents over that prophecy. He wants to kill Harry as well, but it's not the season finale yet so he's not actually doing anything about it. Too busy seducing Hermione.

Instead he just does vaguely sinister things, like release a basilisk that Harry heroically saves Hermione from.

He every so often has charged conversations with McGonagall (Who has been aged down and is in her thirties. She's still considered ancient), implying they had an affair once.

Harry and Hermione piece together that Tom and Voldemort aRe ThE sAmE pErSoN.

(Piece together meaning that Dumbledore, who only appeared in the second half of the first season and the show never bothers to clarify what his job actually is, gets a focal episode where he tells them the story of Tom Riddle through flashbacks. Terrible flashback wigs and costumes galore.)

Tom will later, in season 3 where he goes full woobie and we learn that none of his evil deeds were ever his fault, reveal that there's more to the story. That orphanage he grew up in? It was a special school for muggle-borns where they trained a future wizarding militia. Tom was the only one who broke free of their oppressive regime. The other children... GREW UP TO BECOME THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX.

But I'm skipping how season 1 ended. The answer is that Hermione disavowed Tom in the season 1 finale since he was evil, he was too sexy bad boy to care except subtle wigglings of his eyebrow told the captive Tomione-shipping audience that he did in fact care. Harmione shippers think they're all delusional. She then jumped into Harry's arms.

Which was poor decision making on her end, because in season 2 Harry joins the dark side. This lasts for half a season, mostly because the arc featured so much filler. Tom, who was imprisoned in season 1, becomes Hermione's supportive pen pal through this ordeal and she starts to wonder if maybe there's good in him after all.

Sirius Black is introduced, he's a lawyer living in the Muggle world and he was in love with Lily. We get a flashback showing us how sad Sirius was when she married James, and there is buildup for an arc where Harry's paternity will be questioned. This arc is scrapped, and Sirius is written out of the show altogether, never to be mentioned again.

Ginny gets pregnant by Neville. Neville dies tragically shortly afterwards, killed by Harry because Harry is a dark wizard now. This is actually the spinoff door episode to the new show the CW is trying to launch, "The Weasleys".

Neville's death has no real consequences, Harry returns to the light and is forgiven in time to become the child's godfather.

Oh, and can't believe I forgot: they've all been aged up to 17.

End of season 2, Tom escapes prison.

Season 3, we get the whole "DUMBLEDORE is the real villain!" arc. Tom killing Harry's parents in season 1 is forgotten, the show doesn't outright retcon it but it doesn't want the viewers to remember it either.

Hermione is once again in a love triangle, only this time Tom and Harry have both done bad things (but we'll only bring up the 2 bad things Harry did (killed Neville and said a mean thing to Hermione) and none of the 282985204592 bad things Tom did) so Hermione has a hard time.

Hermione also discovers that she's a uniquely powerful witch. She has the power to make windows shatter, candles flicker, and wind blow all about. Everyone is frightfully impressed with this.

Mid-season 3 finale, Dumbledore destroys Tom's body. It's terribly dramatic, but then turns out to only be a mild inconvenience as he is resurrected four episodes later. He's resurrected by Hermione's window shattering powering, she closed her eyes very intensely and bam, he's back.

We learn about the horcruxes, which by themselves are shockingly similar to the horcruxes of the original books. The big change, however, is that this Tom didn't know he had horcruxes, those evil bastards at the orphanage split his soul in the night through ominous rituals (another flashback here). He has no idea where this other half of his soul is.

Season finale, we learn that Hermione is in fact his horcrux. This is why they had so much in common (they don't have anything in common) and why she got through his bad boy persona (he hasn't been a bad boy since season 1!). They were soulmates this whole time!

Harry despairs in the face of this, and he and Hermione have a teary conversation where she confirms that yes, the Tomione shippers won.

He also has a pleasant conversation with Tom, as a bromance has bloomed between the two.

Alas. The episode ends on a cliffhanger, as the door flings open dramatically. Dumbledore walks in, bearing proof that Tom made an Unbreakable Vow to always serve the Order, a Vow that was obliviated from him. He drags Tom kicking and screaming away from a crying Hermione, the season ends with her resolve to find a way to save him.

(Sorry, I'm on a roll here)

Season 4, a year later. Harry and Hermione have been searching ever since Tom disappeared. They've become closer than ever, but apart from three or four moments of extreme sexual tension per episode, Hermione is Faithful™

News of Tom's terrorist actions as an Order member reach them with regular intervals. Hermione remains convinced that he's being forced to do all this and doesn't actually want to hurt anybody, Harry's not so sure.

They catch up to him in Minneapolis (did I mention this entire show takes place in the states? All the actors are American.) and he tells them to stop trying to save him. Hermione, devastated, takes this to mean he never loved her, he was only ever a psychopath playing with her feelings. She tells him as much, and Tom confirms, yeah, he's a cold-hearted son of a bitch (Harry's favorite insult for him).

They break up, and Hermione gets back with Harry. They return to their home city in North Dakota.

At the very end of that same episode, Tom is able to visit Harry for 15 seconds in the form of a specter and very dramatically tell him how he does love Hermione but he's not good for her, better to make a clean break, yada yada. DON'T LOOK FOR ME.

Harry agrees, sure no problem, he can do that. Just one noble bro to another.

Tom nods, thanks for having sex with my girl while I rot in hell, bro.

It is in this same season premier episode that the show introduces the Blacks. Remember Sirius Black? Yeah, this is sexy family.

They become instant fan favorites, and one of them is shipped with Tom (the fans now hate both Harry and Hermione).

Pandering as always, the show lets said character run into Tom. And it's not Bellatrix, oh no. It's Athena, a CW original Black. She's indistinguishable from the original Bellatrix and it's unclear why she's not just Bellatrix.

Tom is ordered to kill her, but they have a moment of truly intense eye contact so he only injures her (the killing curse doesn't exist in this show. Don't ask how Harry got his scar. No really, don't ask, the show never explained it). Shippers go wild.

Tom is eventually able to break free of the Unbreakable Vow through the power of true love (book fans are sobbing, this show gets nothing right), and he returns to Hermione, begs her to take him back. She rebuffs him, and he goes to get drunk at a bar. This is where Narcissa (aged down to 25) finds him. They have sex.

He has a brief fling with her, only to get into a more serious relationship with Athena. This leads to Hermione getting jealous.

We're now dealing with a love pentagon, of sorts. Harry and Tom love Hermione, Tom also loves Athena, Narcissa wants Harry but she has undeniable sexual chemistry with Tom.

The show descends into back-and-forth-ing, and does not get renewed.

The end.

POST SCRIPT:

The oddly popular side character that the CW never wanted to be popular at all and keeps having to make mysteriously vanish for half a season so that the plot(?) can avoid being derailed is Draco.

He's super competent but the show will never admit that.

Later, Athena plays this same role.

- @therealvinelle

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #cw #cw meta #meta #headcanon #opinion #vinelle #therealvinelle

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moemammon · 4 years ago

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When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 4 years ago

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Graveyard Siblings (2)

Alright, Here is the addition to the first post I made about Marinette having a somewhat of a similar backstory to Jason.

[Masterlist]

WARNING: the Revenge part have some suicide, death, physical abuse and bullying stuff mentioned. Extreme Lila Bashing.

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Marinette runs a business called Afterlife (I am bad with names, gimme a break) with Wayne Enterprise as a partnership. She is the mysterious designer MT.

Jagged knows about Marinette and the whole LB thing after one scare and an explanation and promotes it a lot.

The Waynes can’t believe that she knew Jagged Stone.

So Afterlife brand is taking off and is the hottest new thing since Jagged is wearing it and MT is apparently the mysterious newly adopted Wayne who hasn’t appeared in public much and the family’s personal designer.

Loads of Celebrity commissions.

Gabriel loses sales as the new line they launched ‘coincided’ with the launch of Afterlife’s newest fashion line called Karma.

I should mention that Edna Mode(?) and Audrey Bourgeois gave many praises to MT because they are amazing designs and to spite Gabriel a little bit.

Gabriel doesn’t panic yet. A lie

I haven’t talked about Lila much, have I? Let’s just say she got a visit from a ghost, well, several ghosts.

Remember that guy Marinette mentioned that could get her fake documents. It was John Costantine, who owes her a favor ( he owes her more than a few and he would do anything she asked for her brownies. )

Tim and Babs dig up dirt on Lila Rossi and their silence was brought with a delicious cake.(coffee flavored for Tim)

Gets John to do a little summoning for her.

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(Suicide implied, death, bullying, You have been warned)

“~Lila~. ~Oh Lila~”

Lila turned to her other side, wishing the voice would shut up.

“Oh, Lie-la, sleeping so peacefully. So silent. I wish you would stay that way forever.” The voice said menacingly.

Lila’s eyes snapped wide open to come face-to-face with supposed to be dead Marinette Dupain-Cheng with a manic look. Did Marinette had red eyes before?

Lila screamed.

“Oh, it’s no use. No one will hear you. Remember when you said those words. To poor Bianca. Every day at lunch break in the old unused bathrooms when you beat her up for not doing as you say.”

A girl with long dark hair appeared. Covered in black and blue bruises. Looking at Lila with hate.

“Let’s not forget. Poor Tommy. Alex. Andrea. Wil. Gary. Nico. Freya. Magnus. Della…” As Marinette listed off names, more and more teens appeared, the youngest being a 10 year old girl.

They all had the same expression as Bianca. Utter hatred.

“And there is me. The latest in your long line of victims. Lie-la, how do you feel right now, looking at the casualties of your greed for fame and fortune? Your ‘enemies’. And you know that English saying, ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend’.” Marinette gave a sinister laugh.

“You are dead. You were all supposed to be dead. This isn't real. This isn’t real.” Lila chanted, closing her eyes and covering her ears.

She felt cold fingers lifting up her face to meet red eyes, promising many Bad things.

“Sorry, sweetie. This is the cold harsh reality. You thought that you could get away with it. The deaths you caused with your filthy lies and ‘so-call accidents’. You danced on our ashes and you built your kingdom with our blood on your hands. I hoped you enjoyed it while it lasted. ”

The nails dug further into her face, drawing some blood and sure to leave some scars.

“Because, Lila Rossi, this is the last time you would know peace. And could you pass on a message to the Agrestes for me. Tell them that Death cannot hold back the wrath of Ladybug.” Turning to the other ghosts. “Get her.”

Marinette stepped back as the other teens pounced on her. Scratching, pulling, biting. Inflicting pain on Lila. She jumped out the window and landed next to John smoking.

“Thanks for everything. Will she be okay?” Lila’s screams can’t be heard due to a soundproof charm.

“She will wake up in the morning, a little sore thinking it was all a nightmare.”

“That is until she looks into a mirror. I left a little something to remind her that it actually happened. By the way, can you help me with this curse?” She said, pulling out a notebook.

“Let me see. Hmm.. Oh.. that’s a good one. Nice. Wow...You are very creative with curses, remind me to never get on your bad side. But are you sure about that last part?”

“Lila needs a lesson and as much as I hate her and wants her to suffer for the rest of eternity. She doesn’t deserve being tormented for the rest of her life. At least, she should learn that actions have consequences, especially for everything she had done so far.”

“You are too kind despite everything that has happened, Pigtails.”

“Doesn’t mean I am going to give you the resurrection spell I used.”

“You are no fun. You are as bad as Bats.”

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Lila’s curse is that she sees her victims when she leasts expects it. Alya, talking about her blog, is replaced with Bianca cracking her knuckles and about to punch Lila. In everyone else, it looked Lila screamed ‘Please don’t hurt me” to a confused Alya.

Lies some more to save face but the more she lies, the more the ghosts keep appearing. Some actually hurt her but there are no bruises or cuts to prove that it happened.

She is just so jumpy all the time and during photoshoots, Adrien gets replaced with a rotting corpse and every picture comes out with fear in her eyes.

Gabriel fires her after a million complaints.

Not before relaying Marinette’s message. “She cursed me. She came into my room and did this to me (pointing to the scars on her face.) She sent my dead classmates after me.”

“Who?”

“Ladybug. She told me to tell you that even Death cannot stop Ladybug’s wrath. So better watch your back, M. Agreste.”

(Gabriel didn’t feel threaten not at all. There is no such thing as ghosts. Sure magic is real with the Kwamis and the Miraculouses as proof. But ghosts? Those are just stories. Lila Rossi just had a nightmare that was too vivid for her. He definitely is not searching Google for warding them off. Especially revenge-seeking ones. He was just looking for inspiration. That MT caused a lot of trouble and sleepless nights for Gabriel but this next line was sure to be a success.) He was wrong.

No matter how many NDAs he made people signed and how much security measures he took. Afterlife seems to hosts fashion shows, launch new lines or their designs made the cover of a famous fashion magazine and SHOWING UP the GABRIEL brand EVERY! SINGLE! TIME!

Gabriel is rarely in the headlines these days and most of the billboards in Paris is filled with products from Afterlife (Chloe as a model with a mask to conceal her identity which adds to a mystery.) or WE.

He is super frustrated and a little desperate.

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Got any ideas for revenge on Gabriel, Natalie and Adrien? Also the rest of the class?

(Part 3)

#graveyard siblings #lila salt #lila bashing #death tw #bullying #maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc

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ryosmne · 4 years ago

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Tattoo artist! Sukuna x reader part 4

Hello, it's me your friendly neighborhood Sukuna simp, I don't have much to ramble about today, I hope you have fun reading this part :)

Series masterlist here

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, implied smut that I'm too shy to write.

The café was unusually quiet today, maybe it's because the other days y/n found herself sitting at that exact spot by the window, Mai was the one sitting across from her. Today was different, Nobara took Mai's place for brunch after class, to be fair she hadn't showed up in some time so both Nobara and y/n jumped at the opportunity to spend some time together.

"So, does it feel lonely now that Yuuji and Mai spend so much time together?" Nobara asked, evidently trying to make y/n admit to some form of jealousy she was sure she had. "Not really, I'm happy she's finally with someone so good for her and she's finally off my back about hooking me up with random dudes" y/n said and she was honestly happy for her best friend, Yuuji was a very nice guy and in the past few weeks he's been seeing Mai, he's nothing less of a sweetheart and y/n saw him a as a little sibling even though they were roughly the same age.

"Of course, why would you be lonely, Sukuna's been keeping you company too." Nobara's eyes had a glimmer in them, not because she wanted to tease y/n, but she was very invested in the girls business with the oh so attractive tattoo artist.

Nobara did her homework on the guy, he certainly wasn't as polite or well mannered as he came across the night they met. He did seem like trouble at first glance, but the way he looked at y/n that night, or the times he waited for her to get off class to have some time together, Nobara would say that even a blind man could see that y/n had been tugging on Sukuna's heartstrings.

"It's not like that" y/n was once again flustered. What was she to the pink haired man, who missed no chance to be around her? "You're making out in his car in broad daylight, what is it like?" the brown haired girl chuckled, her friend was an idiot if she worried for a second about the man who looked at her like she would disappear at any second. "I don't know, but we aren't together like that, he's an interesting guy" y/n longed to be with him, she had a faint memory about him talking about something like that the time he spend the night with her, but then again, she was drunk and that could be her mind playing cruel tricks on her.

"Ok then whatever you say, I really hope you're not doubting the dude that cooked you ten different options for breakfast, after he took your drunk ass home."

"Wait how do you know about that- did Mai? Oh I'm gonna kill her."

Despite the tiny voice asking 'what are we?' in y/n's head, her days with Sukuna have been some of the best she's had. Granted they couldn't see each other that often, whenever they did, it was always better than the time before.

Sukuna had taken her to all the restaurants he knew were good, cafes with the best tiramisu she had ever tasted, taking an hour and a half to get to the next place he'd see her smile listening to her excitement filled voice as she told him how delicious the food was, then giving him some attitude mumbling about how she didn't expect him to have such nice taste, was the easiest victory to him, the highlight of his day.

He hadn't managed to get her back to his chair like he needed to yet, he had been so busy finding the best places to take her to that it seemed like it completely slipped his mind. It hasn't slipped Sukuna's mind though, he's just been nervous to bring it up again, what if she doesn't want to do that anymore? What if she changed her mind? What if she just agreed because she felt compelled to do so? Sukuna didn't know which one was worse.

Even on the days they couldn't see each other they were in touch, texting silly things or messing with each other. If a day was anything other good Sukuna could vent and let out his frustrations talking to y/n and she often did the same. Sukuna preferred calling her for that, not only to get things off his chest but because her voice was so calming to him, the need to hear it grew stronger each day he wasn't able to see her.

Afternoon classes were always adding to her demise, y/n even accepted Mai's gossiping over paying attention. Yuuji as she expected was as sweet as he looked, Mai was once again gushing over him and his adorable nature. Y/n just smiled at her friend who rumbled about the boy who, by now had a very firm hold of her heart. "You and Sukuna?" She asked, prying for any information she didn't already know from Yuuji. "Me and Sukuna" y/n stated back, shit eating grin on her face, knowing how not entertaining Mai and not feeding her what she wanted completely pissed her off. Y/n's phone buzzed from her pocket, giving her a little break from her friends curiosity.

Can I take you out after class?

Y/n's lips tagged into a small smile. "Speak of the devil" Mai teased looking over y/n's phone.

Hmm depends. Where to?

Its a surprise, doll

You know I hate surprises, but I can make an exception for you.

Mai pretend to gag next to her, but y/n payed her no mind. She had already seen enough from her and Yuuji to do the same.

You won't regret it, I'll be outside when you're done.

"Just don't make out in the parking lot again, being in his car doesn't mean that we don't see you." Mai was being Mai again. Y/n shoved her arm lightly and told her that they all knew how her and Yuuji sneaked around the bathrooms, laughing as her face flushed red.

Sukuna entered her field of view leaning against his car, finishing up a cigarette, looking too good for anyone not to stare at him. The total black outfit he had on did wonders for him, even if it was the simplest of crew cut shirts and sweatpants, every piece of clothing complimented him. Waving at Mai, y/n walked towards him noticing he's cocky expression. "Feels like you're eating me up with those eyes" he laughed, why must the sound of his voice be this melodic at all times. "Don't worry I missed you too" Sukuna said laying a soft kiss on y/n's lips as a greeting. If her fellow students weren't staring already, now they surely were .

" Where are we headed tonight?" Y/n asked fastening her seatbelt, she still kind of thought of Sukuna as clumsy, even though he's driven her many places, it's not that she didn't trust him, he was a very good driver. Hey safety comes first.

"You'll find out" he spoke with a little grin, before starting his engine and driving off.

Unlocking his door, he let y/n step inside first. Sukuna's house was surprisingly neat, everything looked to be in place, the décor was minimalistic. It felt like Sukuna very home-y, but then it didn't. It was too tidy, y/n didn't really think of him as a tidy person. The place also had his scent of sandalwood so y/n easily relaxed into the new space taking some more steps forward to look around.

"Bringing me to your house like this without taking me to dinner first, tsk should've known you were that type 'kuna." Y/n said in a mockingly disapproving tone "Who said that, I'm cooking dinner for you." Sukuna said draping his arm around her shoulders guiding her to his kitchen.

Whatever Sukuna had on his stove smelled scrumptious, making y/n's mouth water, maybe how pretty Sukuna looked with an apron on and a little sweat forming on his forehead from the heat of the stove helped too.

"You know, I would have never guessed you knew how to cook." Y/n let some of her assumptions fly in the room, she was the only one with a pass to talk about whatever she wanted with him. Sukuna wasn't going to shut her down. Y/n had leaned back on his table, her eyes roamed his figure freely. Sukuna would look over his shoulder smiling to himself every time he caught her in the act.

"I had to learn, Yuuji and I lived with our Grandpa, when he passed, it was just me and him." Y/n's heart clenched in her chest, Sukuna sounded different saying that. The truth is, Sukuna had never talked about that with anyone, he never made word of his grandfather's passing or the hardships him and his brother went through when they were left alone. He had mentioned to y/n that his and Yuuji's grandfather raised them, but from the way he spoke about him y/n was sure his Grandfather was doing well. "I'm sorry for your loss" was all she could muster at that moment, the pain in his voice was much too real for her. "Thank you, at least my brother turned out pretty good" he quickly changed the subject to something ligter, surprised at his self for opening up to her so easily. "You didn't turn out that bad either" y/n let the words spill, she had spent the past half hour blatantly checking out his back, she had nothing to get shy about. Sukuna let out a laugh, gripping his wooden spoon a little tighter throwing a glance over his shoulder. "Is that what you think?" Y/n shifted in her seat, how could this guy go from sentimental to laughing about his brother and to whatever this dark seductive tone was, she had no idea.

"Come on don't get shy on me, you were having fun checking me out just a minute ago, see anything you like" in the blink of an eye, Sukuna was slightly bent down facing her. Even after all the makeout sessions they've had that usually ended with y/n slapping his arm worrying that someone saw them and Sukuna looking at her with a cocky grin reassuring her that they gave a good show to whoever was watching, he could still make her all flustered, and she looked adorable like this, a deer caught in headlights. Sukuna kissed the tip of her nose, telling her she looked cute before turning his attention back on the food.

"Did you find that movie?" Sukuna's voice came from the kitchen, y/n was fumbling with the remote on his couch. Sukuna insisted on eating in his living room, he didn't want this to feel too formal, he still had whine out with fancy plates and everything, but he only wanted to cook for his girl and see her eyes light up eating his food, like they always did when she tried the food on the restaurants he took her.

"Yeah, here let me help with that." She said getting of the couch to help him set everything. "No no no, you go sit down, I'll do the work." Sukuna insisted, y/n only raised a brow at him and complied.

"Okay, you have to teach me, this tastes so good 'kuna" that nickname stuck, not that Sukuna complained, his stomach still did flips every time y/n called him that. She was looking at him just the way he hoped she would. The dish was quite simple, chicken with some red salsa and vegetables, but it was better than anything she'd ever tasted.

"I can give you a little cooking class, as long as you go grocery shopping" He offered her a little smile and y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

Y/n was leaning on Sukuna's chest with her arm hooked around his waist, he had a firm hold of her too, mindlessly looking at the screen but not paying enough attention to it. The movie y/n chose turned out to be a barely watchable C grade thriller and the two glasses of wine they had didn't make it tolerable either. Bad movie or not, having her under his arm like this was all he needed to feel calmer. Sukuna was so calm that he forgot why he brought y/n over.

"Can I show you something?" Sukuna spoke softly, looking down at her, y/n nodded in reply and groaned loudly at the loss of his warmth when he got up from the couch, Sukuna could only chuckle at her .

"Just two drinks and you're already a brat."

"Shut up."

Sukuna came back holding a big folder and some sketch books, y/n's curiosity picked and she found herself straightening up a bit.

"I've been dying to show you these." Sukuna stated as he flipped through the pages. Y/n's eyes danced all over the various shapes and designs he had came up with. Her eyes traced a particular three headed fox, she had never seen anything like that before, she reached out her hand to feel his drawing on her fingertips.

Sukuna's heart picked up its pace, she was currently in aww at his favourite piece for her. "Are those what you told me you came up with form me?" She was amused, she stared at him wide eyed not believing that anyone would ever do something like that for her, "Yeah, every design here is meant for you, you can pick whichever you like, but if you don't want me to tattoo you, I'll understand, you don't have to let me if you don't want to." Y/n couldn't believe it, there were enough drawings in here to fill her entire body in ink. She had hardly believed him when he said he had a vision for her sleeve, but this, this was out of this world.

"I don't even know what to say, these are so beautiful, but why did you go through all this trouble?" She still couldn't see a reason for it. "You've given me so much inspiration from the first time you visited, I can't get your skin out of my head, seeing you in my work is just surreal. I would do anything to do it again" Sukuna's words had not yet sunken in properly, y/n was still in disbelief.

Sukuna placed his sketchbooks on the coffee table, his hand prompting y/n's chin up so he can look at her face in the dim lights of his living room. "I will decorate any part of your skin you're willing to give to me, I'll give you the best work I can, please let me do this much." Sukuna almost sounded desperate, his face was once more too close and his wine scented breath tickled her lips, he had almost gone mad drawing in most his free time, and every time he saw her, a new idea of what would fit her popped into his head.

"You can do that" the moment these words rolled out of y/n's tongue, Sukuna had heard all he needed, and latched his mouth on hers, allowing his hands to explore more of her body. Between heavy breaths, Sukuna whispered about the softness of her skin, how he couldn't wait to mark her again, how he wanted her to be his canvas, his and only his. Diving in her neck once more, littering her sensitive skin with bruises she'd have to cover up tomorrow and her hands tangled up in his hair. "Just be good for me and I'll be gentle" His words only made her anticipate more.

The next day Sukuna was walking like the happiest man on earth, he woke up and had breakfast with his beloved doll, he had a smile on his face you couldn't miss. His co-workers didn't miss it either nor did they miss the huge forder he had under his arm when he came in, but they didn't question it.

Gojo spent his time teasing him about his unusual demeanor while Geto laughed to himself assuming what everyone else did.

Teasing him and prying about Sukuna's previous day didn't really work in Gojo's favour, Sukuna would simply ignore him and his smile still hadn't fadded. Gojo took it as his personal mission to piss him off when he had a lightbulb moment.

"Come on man, you talk about her all the time and when she comes over we're all working, when are we gonna get to meet her?" Gojo pushed, for the third time today, he finally found a weak spot.

The entire crew was curious meet y/n, properly this time at least, but Gojo was the only one who could confidently voice that. "Tell you what, go one month without fucking someone in here, and we can all go for some drinks tonight." Sukuna said in a joking manner, there was no way Gojo Satoru would agree to something like that, the man couldn't last two days on that deal, he was not about to give his word to Sukuna and take one for the team.

Gojo stood before the pink haired man, his glasses low on the bridge of his nose "Then, it's a deal" he said, obnoxious as ever with his hand extended for Sukuna to take. Sukuna knew Gojo was a man of his word, and if he shook on something, he would no doubt keep his end. Now Sukuna had to keep his as well.

Hey doll, I was wondering if you'd like to go grab a few drinks with me and the rest of the guys after closing?

Sure, I'll be there before nine, what's the occasion?

No need, I'll pick you up, they just really want to meet you, you don't have to come if you don't want to though.

Don't be stupid, I won't pass the opportunity of collecting blackmail on you.

Sukuna was smiling at his phone, that was so typical of y/n, his grin quickly faded once his eyes met the idiots standing before him with hopeful eyes. "Just don't do anything stupid" he sighed defeated before getting back to work, this was going to be a long night.

Y/n easily spotted Sukuna's car, he was parked just further down her street. Carefully swinging the passenger door open, she expected at least extra someone inside, but it was just Sukuna.

"Hey 'kuna." y/n greeted stepping inside, Sukuna faced her with a half smile, lazily bringing his hand on her jawline, pulling her in for a short kiss. "You're looking very pretty today, dollface." he spoke, still inches from her face, as his eyes traced her figure. Every inch of exposed skin begging him to mark it. Sukuna halted his wandering thoughts when y/n spoke again. "Everyone ended up ditching you in the end? cause you could've taken me out without an excuse like that."

"I wish they did, but unfortunately for both of us we'll have to suffer through it, I know you'd rather have me all to yourself." The mare glance he gave her from the corner of his eye as he put the car on speed was enough to have y/n's hear thumping in her chest. "Speak for yourself, airhead." Y/n's tone didn't lack at all in sarcasm. She did want him all to herself but she also was very intrigued by the rest of his crew, Sukuna always spoke about them. Whether it was stories from his childhood, college or everyday work things, y/n kept hearing about Nanami, Geto, Gojo and Megumi so she looked forward to getting to know them for herself. She had only seen Gojo and Nanami. Megumi and Geto had always been occupied when she dropped by the shop she would catch a glimpse of them tonight.

Sukuna's hand had taken a grip of her thigh, making y/n not so focused in their conversation. Sukuna was mindlessly squeezing while warning y/n about his friends.

The bar looked more like a museum in her opinion, still a very beautiful, elegant place. Y/n expected no less from Sukuna, he's already accompanied her to the best small restaurants and patisseries, sometimes she wondered how he came to know this many perfect date spots.

Sukuna had managed to slip his hand in her's the moment he noticed eyes on his precious doll and guided her to the table his co-workers were sat.

"You owe me 50 Nanami, they did show up."

"You're making me regret this already." Sukuna said, his head dipping slightly

"Come on 'kuna don't be such a grump" had that been y/n's voice Sukuna would've smiled down at her and his demeanor would instantly change, Gojo's voice only offered him annoyance.

Y/n took notice and softly brushed his hand with her thumb, Sukuna let a little laugh and proceeded to introduce the girl under his arm to everyone. "Y/n this is Geto, Megumi and you already know Nanami and Gojo here" Sukuna spoke pulling out y/n's seat as she shook hands with everyone. Gojo took the chance to piss his friend off, after all he would have to strictly work for the next month, he brought y/n's hand to his lips, giving her a compliment on her dress, making Sukuna red in the face.

Everyone took a liking to her very quickly, seeing exactly why Sukuna was so taken by her, she was witty and smart with a silver tongue that was also very sharp. Geto begun telling her about Sukuna's embarrassing drunk nights in college while Gojo laughed and even Nanami snickered. Megumi made Sukuna regret the day he considered taking him in his shop when he told y/n how he always cried as a kid if he didn't have a cookie after his meal. "That's why you always grumble about dessert?" Y/n asked him choking in laughter, Sukuna mumbled a reply and went back to looking annoyed, he was really happy to see y/n interact with his friends so effortlessly. This girl was constantly giving him more reasons to be around her.

Y/n was in the middle of a deep conversation with Nanami about philosophy, her eyes gleaming when he mentioned Plato's allegory of the cave. Geto subtly tapped Megumi's leg to get him to notice how Sukuna was resting his chin on his hand staring at y/n, who was blabbering about Greek philosophers, with the most sweet expression on his face any of them had seen. Gojo also took notice of that and an unspoken pact of 'annoy the fuck out of Sukuna' was made then and there.

"Have you thought about the next thing you want done or did you just want one tattoo?" Gojo asked the girl, breaking her conversation with Nanami a little too early for her liking.

"Yeah, I'll be getting some more work from Sukuna pretty soon" y/n replied proudly, her mind wandering to the night before to Sukuna and the beautiful pieces he came up with just for her. Sukuna perked up, his heart thumping by how happy y/n sounded with these words rolling out her lips.

"You sure you want him to do it though? You know I'm free if you need." Gojo's voice was condescending like always. Sukuna tensed up, jaw clenching at the thought of anyone laying a finger on y/n's skin. "Are you crazy? with work like this, I wouldn't let anyone else do it." Y/n laughed, Gojo must've been joking anyway.

Sukuna found so much comfort in her reply, she loved his artistry and never hesitated to show it, no matter how much of a brat she could be with him. Geto butted in the conversation too "y/n is right, look at how beautiful Sukuna's work looks on her, there's no way she'd change him." Y/n nodded at his words. "But I also do black and gray, I'm sure I could come up with something for you" Sukuna's eyes were glaring daggers at the raven haired man next to him, he remained oblivious to it laughing on the inside, Sukuna was so predictable.

"Thanks, but you said it yourself, there's no way I'd change him." Y/n spoke confidently, taking a sip of her vodka, knowing that at this point she was stroking Sukuna's ego and it would only grow bigger. Sukuna had no idea what everyone was onto trying to tattoo y/n, probably piss him off. From the looks of it, y/n wasn't going to let that happen. Nanami was observing quietly exchanging a few more words with y/n, he was right about her not taking other people's bullshit, Gojo couldn't pull anything with her, Nanami could see what Sukuna saw in her.

"Y/n, when you first came you were going to get tattooed by Megumi right?" Nanami spoke, Sukuna never expected him to join the others in their stupidity. "Yeah, he takes the walk ins right?" Y/n said casually, paying no mind to what Nanami was trying to do, the rest of them were also shocked that he decided to join in on making Sukuna's night a little hellish. Oh the betrayal.

"Did you want to get tattooed by Megumi?" Such a simple question, but Sukuna was at the edge of his seat "Yeah, I did, he was the reason I chose Domain in the first place, everyone loves this guy's work, I was pretty excited." Sukuna's face dropped, it's not like he didn't expect that, of course y/n came based on the reviews, he couldn't be mad at her for not booking him, she didn't even know him. He was pretty happy that he ended up taking her in that day, even if his insides boiled with jealousy at this very moment "Sorry for ruining your plans doll" the same smugness echoed in his voice "I can only stay mad at you for so long." Meeting his enlarged pupils and darker eyes, she could tell Sukuna was indeed, jealous. He had nothing to be jealous of, she didn't plan on leaving his side anytime soon, but when Megumi took his turn in the game everyone seemed to play, y/n found it hard not to join them. "If you still want to I can tattoo you since I never got to" Megumi knew he was walking on thin ice when Sukuna gave him a look that made him wish he was dead, these two got in fights all the time as kids and ended up with bruises all over them, if Megumi didn't ease up Sukuna would gladly remind him of the past.

"Uh, yeah, if you've got a design" y/n said with a bit of hesitation, Sukuna was seathin next to her, his hand aggressively palming her leg just above the knee. The rest of the night Sukuna didn't really speak, only leaned in y/n's ear to tell her to slow down on the vodka, the rest of the guys continued to talk amongst themselves as if nothing had happened.

Exiting the bar, y/n was walking- trying to keep up with Sukuna who walked fast to his car after mumbling a goodnight to everyone. Y/n regretted playing along, she'd never seen Sukuna this quiet. " 'kuna, I'm sorry I really didn't want to upset you" she said her eyes on the ground, gently tagging at his jacket, how could he ever get annoyed with her when she looked like that. Sukuna wasted no time swiftly taking a hold of her, his lips ghosting her's "I'm not that upset, only a little" his voice barely above a whisper, lips grazed over hers briefly. Sukuna didn't know if that was his heart or hers thumping so hard "I'm tired of dancing around it" his breath was hot, warming up her face making y/n's face impossibly hotter. "Dancing around what?" She asked with visible hesitation. Sukuna dipped down once more, not so softly this take taking her soft lips into his own, gently tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth, letting one of his palms to rest on her cheek and the other taking a loose hold of the back of her neck. Her arms naturally found their way around his neck. "I told you I want you all to myself" . Did he mean what y/n was thinking? Did y/n want him to call her his? Sukuna almost crackled at her puzzled expression. Sukuna wasn't one to express things this openly, y/n was a bit dense in that department so he had to, at least he told himself that.

"I'm starting to get a bit disappointed, I clearly remember you saying 'i would say yes' with some romantic mumbling" Sukuna said, stroking her cheek ever so slightly.

Her breath was striped from her lungs, it wasn't from the kiss this time. So that did happen, y/n's mind was not playing tricks on her, Sukuna had in fact asked. Her eyes once again gleamed looking straight to his crimson irises. "So will you be mine?" He was more confident this time, they had grown closer, laughed more, shared more, Sukuna wanted this from the very first session they had together and the more time he spend around her, the more he couldn't bare the thought of anyone laying their fingers on her. Perhaps Nanami's little show got under his skin way more than he could ever admit, but there was no way he's letting anyone mark her. Y/n was his personal artwork, only the finest of pieces shall taint her skin. "Yes, airhead" y/n said, finally having enough air to form words, still in his arm with a smile on her face, indulging him on another deep kiss. "Let's seal the deal then."

Sukuna finally got to fulfill his need, y/n was back on his chair late in the afterhours of the night. He finished free handing another of his designs he showed her the night before, the outline of her sleeve, with the Cerberus foxes he created just for her.

Y/n was standing in front of his full body mirror, examining the very delicate lines of his marker. His arms snaked around her waist, Sukuna could watch her admire his art for eternity.

"You look so beautiful in it" he simply stated, looking at their reflection he could only note her beauty. Y/n looked beautiful, beautiful on her own, beautiful in his tattoos, beautiful in his arms.

"Your art is probably the most beautiful thing I've seen, but you too are a close competitor" her voice crystal clear, she managed to make a faint pink dust his cheeks. Sukuna wasn't one to take compliments, but from her? He could listen to her little praises all day. "Now, now get your ass back on this chair, you're not getting out of this"

"I didn't plan to anyway."

Bonus Domain shenanigans: Megumi had the pleasure of opening up the very next morning, what the hell happened here, he was about to call the cops when he saw Sukuna looking scruffy and sleep deprived, emerge from the back room, same pants and undone dress shirt as the night before. "What the hell" was all that he could say. Sukuna was thankful he let y/n out the back just so they could both avoid the embarrassment that was to come.

"What happened here?" Geto asked the moment he came through the door, although he already knew, Sukuna was predictable. "Nothing happened" Sukuna groaned trying to get them to shut up, he just needed some coffee. He disappeared in the back again.

"yeah sure, 'nothing happened' does he think we're stupid or something" Gojo said to Nanami, who already had a headache and he hasn't been in for 15 minutes yet. "Stop it already nothing happened" Sukuna said, coming out in the front to order a coffee. Gojo stared at him, walked closer to him and began laughing straight to his face, "fuck you're laughing at?" Sukuna was confused

"Next time, clean the lipstick off your face and neck." Nanami chuckled while Gojo continued to laugh at Sukuna's frustration.

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Hi! Can I request a bucky Barnes one shot with the line “I think that you’re not as dark as you want people to believe” please?

a/n: yup yup !! i hope you enjoy <333 I kinda went overboard on this one hehe,, feel free to send in some bucky requests !! pls tell me what u guys think !!

word count: 5.1k ,,, i said it was long,,

minor faws spoilers ?

bucky paints himself as a villain, someone to avoid at all costs. you think he’s too scared to admit how soft he really is.

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A groan escaped your lips as you mindlessly moved your hand around, trying to find where your phone was in order to turn off your alarm. You sighed as you finally found it quickly shutting it off and closing your eyes again. You lay there with an empty mind, sleep about to over come you again, thoughts of soft sheets and cozy couch- ding! ding! ding!

You jumped up in surprise, heart racing as your second alarm went off. Rubbing your eyes you tumbled out of bed, shuffling to the restroom to change and get your morning started. You headed out the door of your apartment, locking it quickly before going to work, taking notice of the uhaul truck parked outside.

As the day went by you went through the motions of your day, you were itching to get back home, eager to see if you had new neighbors or not. The last time you had neighbors it was a sweet old man, he brought you banana bread when he first moved in, telling you he hoped to be a good neighbor to you.

You had grown close to him, Stan, soon thinking of him like your own grandpa, but he moved away to live with one of her children. He had taught you to be more level headed and less stubborn and always treat other with kindness.

The thought of him warmed your heart, deciding then that if you had a new neighbor you would bake them some banana bread as a welcome gift, you hoped they were around your age since you didn’t have many friends and most of them were too busy half the time to hang out with you.

As you returned home, the door for the apartment next door was wide open and you could hear voices talking while boxes were moved around.

“Steve i can move it on my own youll break your back trying” a deep voice spoke, another one followed, this one lighter and raspier.

“you and i are the same age shut up” the other man spoke. You smiled as the two bickered, probably a son and his dad or grandfather you guessed.

You changed quickly, taking note of missing ingredients for your banana bread and headed to the store, giddy to meet your new neighbors. You had never been outgoing, throughout college you barely made any friends because you were too scared to talk to strangers, but you were trying to turn a new leaf now.

After paying and heading back to your apartment you quickly got to work, mashing bananas and singing along to your music. Finally popping the bread into the over and sitting on your couch, it was already 8 pm so you hoped your new neighbors would still be up, or else you would have to wait until tomorrow and you didn’t want to give them cold bread.

As the oven dinged and you made sure the bread was perfectly cooked you grinned ear to ear, taking it out and placing it on a plate you had bought earlier, the sides were adorned with a simple but cute floral design and you hoped they liked it.

You were about to head out the door when you took note of your outfit, you but your lip and decided to change clothes quickly, putting on some looser jeans, a white t shirt and a thin sweater.

You grabbed the plate and headed out, listening to see if there was any sound coming from the apartment, luckily you could hear the tv, they were watching a soccer game.

“okay okay, just knock say hello, bread then go easy!” You whispered you yourself, heart racing and palms getting sweaty. You backed away from the door slowly, nerves getting the best of you.

“No i can do this i can do this!” You scolded yourself, in one swift motion you knocked on the door before you could think. You face falling as you realized you had actually knocked, what if it was too loud? What if they thought you were rude now and that you were- oh, wow.

The door opened and there stood none other than Bucky Barnes. You recognized him quickly since he was all over your timeline on Twitter, everyone gushing about how hot he was and how he deserved better. Your mind was blank now that he looked down at you.

“can i help you?” He asked, looking at you and then at the bread, and then back at you. Your eyes widened and you nodded.

“oh yes! bread! I mean heres bread! i made it- here is some bread that i made as a welcome gift, like welcome to your apartment” you rambled, your face was burning and you hoped that somehow he couldn’t tell, maybe girls in the 40’s didn’t blush so he didn’t know what was wrong with your face you thought.

“oh?” was all he said, he could hear your heartbeat racing, he thought you were terrified of him, rushing though your words to get away from him as soon as heavenly possible. Bucky heard you rehearsing outside his door, a small smile on his face as you got the courage to knock, he was excited, maybe he could try to be your friend, his therapist said he needed it, maybe you wouldn’t recognize him and he could start new.

All that was thrown out the window when your eyes widened and your heart began to race faster as you saw him, obviously you knew him, he was the talk of the town at the moment.

“oh my god sorry! I’m y/n, i live right next door” you smiled softly, cocking your head in the direction of your apartment, the plate still in your hands and you wanted to cry because why hasn’t he grabbed the bread yet when i made it just for you.

“I didn’t know if you liked chocolate chip in your banana bread or not so i made it half with and half without i hope that okay” you continued, hoping he would take the hint and grab the plate from you. Thankfully he did and you sighed softly, glad that he took it.

“I uh- don’t really have an opinion” he stated, his lips pressed to a thin line for a second before he cracked a small smile at you, happily returning it.

“well let me know which you preferred” you laughed and he nodded.

“I’m James by the way” he said, placing the plate on a box next to him, “I’ll just got put this on a plate and I’ll give you yours back give me a second” he began and you quickly shook your head at him.

“Oh no! The plate is yours too! you can keep it” you grinned and his mouth opened a bit, no one was this nice to him besides steve. You were too kind, too caring and soft and he didn’t want to taint you or weigh you down with his baggage.

“oh uh, thank you” he cleared his throat, his mind racing and telling him to stop talking to you, leave you alone before he ruins your life like he ruins everything else. “It’s late so you should uh probably go” he started and you felt your stomach drop, part of you upset he didn’t try to talk to you more.

“oh yeah, sorry, have a good night! I hope you like the bread haha, if you need anything I’m right next door” you shot him a grin and he simply closed the door, a frown on your face as you walked to your apartment.

You let out a sigh before your eyes watered a bit. You were never gonna try and make friends again you told yourself, heading to your room to get your pjs and going to the restroom to shower.

Bucky could hear the music from your phone through the walls, they were thin enough to begin with but his super soldier hearing didn’t do him any favors. He could hear the rumble of your voice but he couldn’t make out the words as you sang.

Bucky smiled a little bit, you were so pretty and sweet. No one had even made him banana bread before, let alone make him half with chocolate chips and half without.

Bucky munched on the banana bread, deciding he liked the one with chocolate chips better. A smile on his face as he mindlessly watched his tv, thoughts only of the pretty girl next door.

You finished showering and quickly got changed, sitting on your couch and flipping through channels until settling on reruns of your favorite show. You were bored out of your mind and were about to head to sleep when a knock at the door scared you.

You grabbed your pepper spray from your bag and looked through the peep hole, letting out a sigh when you saw it was just bucky. You put the pepper spray back and rushed to open the door.

“hi bucky” you smiled and he pressed his lips into a thin line.

“I liked the chocolate chip one better” he spoke, looking at floor then at you. There was a smile painted on your face and you nodded.

“Guess I’ll have to make you more with chocolate chips huh” you joked and he smiled a bit before stopping himself.

“I’ll uh see you tomorrow” he spoke before heading back to his apartment and you smiled.

It was a little bit, but it was something.

The first week was pretty stagnant, not much conversation and just small waves from your end. The second week was better, he waved back at you and even gave you music recommendations. By the third week he was coming around more, telling you good morning and goodnight if you bumped into each other in the hall.

He helped you bring a pack of water up after seeing you struggle with the first one.

“I can- i can just help you with that if you want” he spoke from behind you, and you looked at him breathless.

“oh my god please” you sighed, he quickly took the waters from you and lifted them with ease, you stared at him in shock before opening the door to your apartment.

“You can just set it on the counter” you spoke, starting to take everything out of the grocery bags. “I’m uh i was gonna actually cook dinner tonight, if you want to come- not that you have to! I mean i can just give some to you and you don’t have to come over” you reasoned, rambling to the super soldier.

“I’m busy tonight actually” he spoke and you flushed red.

“Oh yeah no! Of course you being a hero in all, that’s fine! thanks for the water help” you smiled, he returned it before exiting and closing the door.

You scolded yourself, obviously he didn’t want to hang out with you god you were trying too hard.

By the time it hit a month and a half of bucky moving in you had given up, he seemed to be stuck in a funk, constantly brooding and avoiding you at all costs.

You baked some banana bread, adding extra chocolate chips and deciding to give him it and try to cheer him up, making get him out of his funk.

You knocked on his door and he opened it quickly. You smiled at the man and shoved the banana bread into his chest.

“I noticed you were upset and so i thought this would help, extra chocolate chips” you grinned as his face broke into a smile.

You turned to leave but Bucky grabbed your wrist, turning you around to face him.

“i- uh do you wanna come in?” He spoke, his voice wavering.

“I’d love to” you replied, following him into his apartment, a smile on your face as your eyes wandered.

“i know it’s not the best, your place is a lot more furnished” he spoke, setting the banana bread down on the kitchen counter.

“that’s okay, as long as you feel at home is all that matters” you said, smiling at him while he sliced the bread.

“I shouldn’t be doing this” he mumbled, “maybe you should go” he spoke, setting the knife down and looking at him.

“oh” was all you said, not knowing what to do.

“I’m just- fuck, look it’s not you i just” he cut himself off, sighing and squeezing his eyes shut for a second before opening them again.

“bucky it’s fine i can go” you whispered, setting a reassuring hand on his metal one.

He expected you to flinch, turn away at the cold feeling. But you didn’t. You kept your focus on him.

“I don’t want you to” he spoke softly, eyes locking on yours.

“i don’t want you to but you should, because I’m always ruining things, I’m always messing something up. Everyone i love or care about gets hurt- it’s like I’m some dark force that ruins anything good. I cant do that to you y/n” he finished, pulling away.

You debated on giving him space or wrapping your arms around him, you could tell what he needed more.

“I think you’re not as dark as you want people to believe” you spoke simply. Looking at the super soldier square in the eyes.

“You walk around brooding and acting like you hate everyone but in reality i think you’re too scared to let anyone in. You aren’t evil or dark. Youre insecure and scared, you just need someone to show they care but you don’t let anyone do that.”

Bucky looked at you in shock, not even Sam talked to him like that. Your eyes went wide as you realized everything you said.

“I’m sorry i don’t know where that came from- i can leave I’ll go i just- i just want you to know that I’m here, no matter what time it is I’m here” you mumbled, quickly leaving his apartment and going to yours.

Bucky stood there in shock, you were right. Everything you said was right. He was scared, he was terrified of letting someone in only to have them ripped from him. He didn’t want to run after you immediately, he had to think through his feelings.

He showered and changed into some comfy shorts and sitting on the floor next to his couch and turning on a soccer match.

His heart raced, brows furrowing as scenes as the winter soldier played over and over in his head. The sound of a gunshot in his dream made him shoot up. A thin line of sweat on his forehead had formed and he was panting.

He ran to the restroom, washing his face with cool water and listening to the faucet as his breathing steadied.

He checked the clock, 2:25 am. He threw on a cozy black henley and walked next door, he was scared. Knocking softly twice he waited for a second, his advanced hearing picking up on some shuffling inside.

You opened the door, a bat in hand that quickly fell to your side when you saw the state bucky was in.

“oh buck what happened? are you okay?” You asked, instinct taking over as you wrapped your arms around him, leading him to the couch.

“i had a nightmare” he whispered, eyes not leaving the floor.

“do you want to talk about it?” You asked, he shook his head and you nodded. You grabbed a fluffy blanket and handed it to him, giving him the controller to your tv and excusing yourself into the kitchen.

You made two cups of hot chocolate, adding extra marshmallows to his. You carried them carefully to the living room and set them on the table, pushing the one with more marshmallows towards him.

“maybe this’ll help you relax” you smiled and he thanked you, taking a sip. The two of you watching tv in silence, drinking hot chocolate and sitting close together.

By the time it was 3 am you were yawning, tired from your busy day. Guilt rushed over bucky, realizing he had woken you up and you had to be at work early.

“I’m sorry i should go it’s late and-” Bucky started, getting up and you stopped him, pulling him down softly.

“it’s okay, tomorrow’s Saturday” you smiled softly, his mouth forming into an ‘o’ shape.

“You don’t have to leave unless you want to, I’ll stay here for as long as you want” you assured him, placing your hand on his one more time and smiled, eyes soft and heart swelling.

You fell asleep watching tv, Bucky was wide awake, but the steady beat of your heart soon caused him to drift off not long after.

Something changed that night, Bucky became more comfortable around you, inviting you to dinner more and texting you when he didn’t see you. He even had made you banana bread, which he vowed never to do again because it turned out horribly.

You had it bad, you were so whipped for him and he was so whipped for you, both of you harboring a crush and neither of you realized.

It had been three months since bucky moved in, the last month and a half had been a blur. You and Bucky hanging out at any and every chance, going on walks together in the afternoon and even grocery shopping together. You had to museums and taken care of him after mission. You gave him hot chocolate after a nightmare and stayed with him until he fell asleep again.

Bucky helped you de stress, getting you away from paper work when you were too tired and getting you out of the house when you were cooped up during the weekends. He helped you become more confident, complimenting you any chance he got and getting shy around you.

Bucky had another nightmare, and as if instinct he got up, a frown on his face as he knocked twice softly on your door.

“‘M sorry doll” he whispered and you shook your head, holding his hand and leaving him into your room.

You were so tired, you had woke up at 6 am to get to work early after they called you in saying it was urgent. You had spent all day running around getting home later than usual. It was 9 pm by the time you were showered and having dinner.

You had called one of your friends, catching up with them since you missed their call earlier, talking until 2 am when you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer.

By the time your head hit the pillow you were out, you didn’t know how you even heard buckys soft knocking. But sure enough you got up, and let him in, you lead him to your room without second thought.

You gently shoved him on the bed, moving to the other side and snuggling back under your sheets. “gnight” was all you said before passing out again.

Bucky was shocked, did you trust him that much? Did he really mean this much to you? You were exhausted and yet you still took care of him. His heart melted and he quietly took off his shoes, holding them in his hand as he walked to the couch, laying down and covering himself with the blanket you had given him the first time he came.

Morning came and you came out of your room, Bucky sound asleep on your couch, a fond smile on your face. You began to make the two do you breakfast, as quiet as you could so that you didn’t wake him, luckily he slept through it all.

You shook him softly, whispering for him to wake up when you finished, slowly he got up. Rubbing his eyes as you told him to go sit at table to eat his breakfast.

The two of you eating and chatting, both still tired.

“I didn’t sleep in your bed, i know you took me but i don’t know i felt like you were just too tired to think” he told you, your face burned from how hard you were blushing.

“I did what?” You asked, eyes wide. Bucky only laughed and shook his head.

“I figured you were just too tired to think of anything else so i took myself to the couch” he smiled and you giggled.

“did you sleep well at least?” You questioned and he nodded.

“not as well as i do with you by my side” he smirked and you chocked on your water, coughing at his statement.

“oh my god you- it’s 10 am can i please get a warning” you shrieked and he sat there confused.

“I’m sorry?” He said, both amused and confused.

“I’ll wash the plates!” You spoke quickly, getting up and taking his plate and heading towards the sink.

“I have to go, i have a thing with Sam today” he sighed and you nodded, “okay have fun, good luck and be safe buck” you spoke and he smiled, heading out the door, excited to see you again later.

“No sam like i like her” Bucky spoke, walking besides the man as he looked at something on his phone.

“oh you mean like, like like her” Sam teased, keeping a straight face.

“god i hate you” bucky groaned, regretting ever saying anything to the man.

“well if you like her why don’t you cook her some dinner, or take her to a park for a picnic or something” he shrugged.

“woo her with your charming cyborg mind” Sam smirked and Bucky glared at him.

“i cant- i don’t know how to and plus she probably doesn’t even like me” Bucky began and Sam stopped in his tracks.

“she makes you banana bread, hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and sleeps on the couch to keep you company after you have a nightmare” he spoke, looking at Bucky like he was crazy.

“yes” Bucky stated, brows furrowed.

“oh my god you idiot obviously she likes you” was all Sam said before continuing to walk.

Buckys mind kept drifting to you, did you like him too? Maybe he should take you on a date, you talked about ice skating one time maybe he should take you to a rink, or maybe a museum.

You were exhausted by the time you finished washing dishes, you had barely been sleeping this past couple weeks, always trying to stay awake just in case bucky needed you.

You didn’t mind it, you loved that he trusted you enough to seek comfort in you. Watching movies with him at night to help get his mind off things was your favorite thing, sharing popcorn and eventually he would fall asleep. He was finally getting rest and that’s all that mattered to you.

Your phone dinged as you watched some tv, a text from Bucky.

hi y/n

You smiled, heart pounding and stomach doing flips, you replied after a minute. You didn’t want to seem too eager.

hi buck! i hope all is well w you and sam :]

Buckys heart rate sped up at the site of your text, nervous as he typed out the message.

You saw the three bubbles appear, then disappear and then appear again. Was he okay?

“okay read this” Bucky shoved his phone towards Sam, he nodded in approval.

“no no too much right? let me change it” Bucky shook his head, deleting the text before starting a new one.

“Bucky just-” Sam began but was cut off by Bucky shoving his phone in his face once more.

“Yes bucky it’s good now send it” Sam groaned, just wanting his friend to finally go on a (successful) date.

“I’m gonna change th-” Bucky started, but Sam was faster, snatching the phone out of his hand and pressing send.

“there! now please tell me you know what to wear on a date” Sam pleaded, the silence was the only reply Sam needed.

I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me. I think you’re amazing and wonderful, please let me know- i would’ve waited to ask you in person but i can’t stop thinking

Your face flushed and a smile broke onto your face. Quickly typing out a response.

I would love you bucky

to**** i would love to

You groaned as you read over your texts, god he was gonna back out now, surely. This is the same man who took a month to wave back at his own neighbor for fucks sakes, now you just accidentally told him you loved him?

I’ll pick you up at 6:30 doll :-)

You bit your lip, smiling and jumping around in glee, you could hardly wait.

“okay if it’s just a museum date how about you wear this, and that” Sam spoke, smiling at how Bucky looked in his outfit.

“I’m gonna take her ice skating instead i think” Bucky spoke, and Sam nodded, looking in his closet.

“I’m not letting you near any of my sweaters” Sam spoke and Bucky rolled his eyes.

“i have something back home to wear, thank you Sam” he smiled, pulling him in for a hug. Sam smiled, happy that Bucky was finally finding peace.

Bucky quickly got ready, hopping in the shower and putting on a t shirt and pulling his black Henley over it along with some nice pants.

He checked his clock, 5:47. Enough time for flowers, he rushed out, grabbing everything he needed and heading for the florist.

He remembered how two weeks ago you told him your favorite flowers, gushing about them in your 3 am sleepy haze.

By the time he arrived at your doorstep and hesitated.

“okay, okay, i can do this. just knock, flowers and ice skating!” He smiled to himself, remembering how you were just as nervous when you first brought him banana bread.

He knocked twice on the door, you opened it with a smile. Buckys eyes went wide and his words got stuck in his throat.

You looked beautiful.

“I didn’t know where we were going so i kinda just put on something somewhat casual, i hope that’s okay! If not i can change” you rambled and Bucky blinked rapidly.

“You look beautiful doll” was all he said you blushed, smiling and nodding.

“i got you some flowers” he spoke, nervous to see your reaction.

“you remembered?” you whispered and he nodded,

“how could i not?” your face was burning as you took the bouquet from him, placing them in a vase with some water quickly.

The two of you left the apartment, nervous and giddy to see where the night would take you.

The ice rink was packed, something neither of you expected, and 30 minutes into the line YPU were yawning.

“I’m sorry doll i didn’t know it would be packed” he mumbled and you shook your head.

“i don’t mind I’m just a bit tired is all” you smiled, yawning one more time and apologizing to Bucky.

“Cmon i know what we can do instead” he smiled and you looked at him confused, but he quickly took your hand in his and pulled you out of line and back to his car.

The drive was silent, soft 40s music coming from the speaker as you headed to wherever bucky was taking you.

Before you knew it you were back your apartments, you were confused to say the least but decided to stay quiet and let Bucky guide you.

“Wait here” Bucky smiled, running to his apartment before coming back out with a backpack and taking your hand once again.

“I like to come up here when i need some time alone or just to think” he spoke, clicking on the top floor in the elevator.

You followed him out of the elevator, around the corner and up some stairs, and then you were on the roof. Bucky smiled at you as you saw the sunset over the buildings around you.

You were so busy taking in the view you didn’t see Bucky setting up the picnic infront of you, gasping at the small setup he managed to make.

“It’s not much but-” he started and you shook your head.

“It’s just enough” you whispered, sitting across from him.

The two of you talked until nightfall, smiling the whole time and giggling at each other’s anecdotes.

You were laying on Buckys chest, listening to him talk about the constellations as pointing them out with his metal hand, his other hand was softly running through your hair.

“-and that one is Ursa Minor, the little bear” he continued, listening to your heartbeat as it steadied. You had fallen asleep. Bucky smiled, happy that he could finally return the favor you had done for him every night.

He moved as quickly and quietly as he could, packing up everything into his backpack again. As he headed to pick you up you moved, opening your eyes slightly.

“did i fall sleep?” You mumbled and Bucky smiled, picking you up swiftly and you giggled.

“love when you treat me like a princess” Bucky smiled at your words.

“good thing I’m gonna treat you like one for as long as your mine” he replied, you blushed, fully waking up.

“yours huh?” You smirked and he blushed.

“You can put me down in awake” you smiled and he set you down gently.

“will you be my girl? I promise I’ll treat you like a princess, even promise to never bake again” Bucky smiled, stepping closer to you.

“you make a tough bargain barnes, i think it’s a yes” you smiled, pulling him by the hem of his shirt and placing your lips on his.

The two of you smiled into the kiss, breaking into a fit of laughter halfway through.

“why are you laughing?” You smiled, and he put his hand up in defense.

“you started laughing first!” He defended, pulling you in for another kiss before you could argue back.

You walked to your apartment hand in hand and in comfortable silence.

“I had a really good time tonight bucky” you smiled, turning to the super soldier.

“I had a great time too doll” he grinned and you turned around, unlocking your door. Bucky was already walking to his door when you stopped him.

“You arent gonna come in?” You questioned and he smiled, nodding and following you in quickly.

The rest of the night was spent cuddled up on the couch, hot chocolates in hand and watching your favorite movies on tv.

The two of you fell asleep before the first movie could even finish, you had never felt more well rested in your life. Bucky didn’t have a single nightmare and was the most relaxed he’d been in 80 years.

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years ago

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LUCKY PAIR

a/n: another one :)

pairing: Sebastian Stan X Reader

word count: 1.5k

This fic is part of the LITTLE ONE series, but can be read as a simple oneshot as well! Find the masterpost of the series HERE!

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Sebastian has always been a humble man. Growing up, with a strong and loving family background, he never really left the path that leads to good manners and appreciation even for the smallest things in life. Not even becoming a successful actor could change the way he sees and feels grateful for everything he has and achieved.

There were times when he thought he wouldn’t find the person he could settle with, feel comfortable enough around to spend the rest of his life with. Let alone start a family with. That was until he met you.

From the very start he felt a sense of belonging to you, like you pulled him in, so easily and fast, enchanted him and simply made him yours. And he didn’t mind it, not even a bit. Dating you has been such a different experience than his previous relationships. As if it made him realize how shallow and loose they were, but now he had the chance to taste what real love is like. With all the good and bad, the two of you have been sharing such a deep connection since the beginning that put his previous dating experiences to shame.

Now that you are pregnant and engaged, Sebastian has been immensely overwhelmed with how amazing his life is getting, all thanks to you. He is amazed by everything about the road to becoming parents, all the changes and challenges, he feels like it all led him to this exact point in life. What he likes the most about it however is you. Seeing you grow your baby, see the growth and the changes every day, the miracle of life happening right in front of his eyes. And he is still having a hard time believing that you chose him to do all of this with, to have the most beautiful gift of life with him.

He has always admired you in many ways, you’ve been a fascinating creature to him from the very beginning and he loved learning new things about you, things that made him fall in love with you even more. After spending years together he could still look at you with the same amount of love he did when you were just getting to know each other. But then came the pregnancy and Sebastian found himself falling deeper than ever.

He has often found himself looking at you with his heart full and chest warm at the oddest moments. When you were doing your skincare routine in the evening, standing in front of the mirror, putting on all the different products, he always has a great view of you from the side, sitting on the bed and he loves how he saw your belly get bigger each time, as you went through the same steps. Or the way you always scratch the lower part of your bump every morning as your good morning to the baby, humming to yourself with your eyes still closed in the soft morning light that floods the bedroom through the massive windows. Or how you draw a little heart on your tummy with your lotion before spreading the scream all over your skin. All these little things have had him melting, so thankful that he gets to see and experience it. With you.

Now the two of you are having a lazy Sunday, Sebastian has been watching a football game on TV and you are sitting next to him, your laptop on the top of a pile of pillows next to you, your legs crossed underneath you as you’re typing away on the keyboard. You’re wearing your reading glasses you recently got and for what he nagged you forever to finally get, but you refused to, feeling like you’re a little too young to have reading glasses. But then you realized you really did need them when you had trouble reading emails on your phone. You gave in and bought a pair, the transparent frame is a subtle accessory on your pretty face. Sebastian hasn’t told you, but it’s doing things to him, especially when you push them up to the top of your head, keeping your unruly hair back with them from your forehead. However now it makes you appear more on the cute side rather than the sexy, though that aspect is still there as well.

You’re snacking on some veggie chips, your latest craving that now takes up half of the pantry, reading something your mother has sent you about the wedding that will only take place after the baby is born, but she’s been so excited about it, she’s been bombarding you with ideas she finds online. You don’t mind it, carefully reading everything she proposes to you and then leaving comments and suggestions of your own before sending it back to her.

You’re wearing an oversized shirt with no pants on, just your underwear, your legs bare and looking so soft and squishy, Sebastian is having a hard time not to reach out and feel them with his own hands.

It’s so domestic, so mundane and simple, seeing you like this in the comfort of the home the two of you share, yet in this moment he feels like he is on top of the world. He swears he could cry from happiness when he looks at you in this state and he wishes he could preserve this moment forever.

He watches you reach into the bag, your eyes still on the screen, but then you realize that the chips is gone and you pout softly, giving the now empty bag a sad look. It’s just then that you notice him watching you instead of the game on the TV.

“What is it?” you ask with a shy, confused look. Sebastian shakes his head, smiling to himself as he leans closer, his lips meeting the corner of your mouth in a soft, chaste kiss.

“Nothing. You want me to grab another bag for you?”

“Ah, no. I shouldn’t even have eaten this bag,” you mumble under your breath, pursing your lips.

“Just eat it if you want it, Doll. There’s nothing wrong about it.”

“Don’t tempt me, I’ve already put on so much baby weight!” you warn him playfully, making him chuckle.

“That’s alright. You still look beautiful,” he assures you, making your heart flutter in your chest. As a reply, you just give his hand a squeeze before returning to your laptop, starting to type away, but Sebastian can’t stop himself from staring still. Licking your lips you notice his gaze again, feeling a little shy under his inspecting stare.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” you start guessing, but he shakes his head no, a hand reaching out to finally grab your bare thigh, his fingers deliciously sinking into your flesh.

“No, I just…” he sighs. “You’re so beautiful and I love you so much. That’s it.”

Your cheeks immediately heat up at his words, not sure where all of this affection is coming from all of a sudden.

“Stop, I didn’t even shower this morning,” you huff awkwardly. You just simply couldn’t muster up the energy to undress, shower and dress again, so you decided to skip, now Sebastian is treating you like a princess.

“I really don’t care,” he smirks, reaching up his palm cups the side of your face, his thumb running across the soft skin under your eye. He simply can’t fight this sudden wave of sentimentality, not that he wants to. Showing his love and affection has always been important for him and he will not shy away from letting you know how he feels. “I know I’ve said this before, but… I really am one lucky man.”

“You always say this as if I’m doing you a favor by being with you, but it’s mutual, Seb,” you softly tell him. Abandoning your laptop you scoot closer until he can wrap an arm around your shoulders, your sides pressed up against each other. “I’m lucky to have you too.”

“Yeah? So you’re not sick of me yet?” he teases you playfully, pressing his fingers into your side, making you jump a little.

“You think I would have said yes if I was?” you ask, holding up your hand, the diamond ring sitting not so subtly on your finger.

“Maybe you said yes just because I knocked you up,” he prompts and you smack his chest, making him laugh.

“Stop that! As if we weren’t already planning to have a baby, sometime soon,” you mock him, narrowing your eyes at him and smirking down at you he just kisses your forehead.

“I know, I know. I’m just still kinda looking for the explanation how someone like you ended up with me.”

“Oh please! Thousands of women were devastated when it got out that you’re off the market,” you scoff at his comment. “I should be thinking about the how, not you.”

“I guess we are… a lucky pair then, huh?” he smirks as you snake a hand behind his neck, pulling him down so your lips meet in a smearing kiss.

“Mm, the luckiest,” you grin against his lips.

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witch-hazels-musings · 4 years ago

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Requests are still open? If so, how about zhongli or kaeya with a GN reader that has trouble falling asleep? (bonus points if they look drowsy during daytime)

^ with the time change I’m feeling really sleepy most of the day. I would love for Zhongli to make me a cup of tea ... like I bet it's a treat.

Warning -> none :)

How about some tea?

Includes: Zhongli, Kaeya

Character X GN reader | Anthology

Zhongli

There is something about this man's level of knowledge and insight into the things around him that’s incredible - somehow he knows the strangest of things while nothing of the simplest of things

Ask him the price of a common item, he has no idea, but ask him why the sun dances across the sky and he will tell you a tale long forgotten to the sands of time

So it’s both surprising and not that he knows something is strange about you

“Your demeanor looks strange.” He states with his hand against his chin and head slightly tilted.

“Oh, uh. Yeah, I just had a hard time sleeping last night is all.” You wave him away and continue with your task. You had started early with it, since you couldn’t sleep, and were nearly done.

“If you’d like, I could brew you some tea with valerian root. It has an interesting flavor, but will suffice.” He hasn’t really moved from his place throughout your whole conversation. He’s almost like a statue, one hand at his chin, the other resting against the small of his back.

“Uh, maybe.” You grab the large bag of items and lift it into your arms. You let out a sigh at its weight and try to shift it until it rests more comfortably in your arms. “I’ll get back to you.” With a warm smile, you give him a quick nod and head off.

You look back at him and he is still standing there, just as he was before.

Zhongli is a person who will keep his promises no matter what, even if you aren’t sure you created a promise with him

He can be very persistent and often takes people at their word - so when you see him show up later that day with all the material needed for a nice cup of tea, you shouldn’t be shocked

“Zhongli?” You stand with your hand on your door and the other in your hair. You had returned only shortly before he arrived and thought a nice shower would help refresh your mind.

“I was able to acquire the root I mentioned earlier today.” He’s just standing there, totally deadpan and serious. It makes you laugh.

“You didn’t need to go out of your way for that.” You say through laughter, the lightness of it lifting the atmosphere.

“I do recall I said I would brew you tea.”

“Yes, you did. Come in.”

You watch as he enters your home, something he hasn’t done very often. The two of you always found each other on the streets or walking along the harbor. Your relationship had always been friendly, and you enjoyed spending time with him. Truthfully, you longed for the relationship to be more. It somehow felt so domestic to see him moving through your kitchen with ease as if he’d lived there for years.

You sit at the counter and watch as he nimbly gets everything ready. The way he cuts the root into small pieces, the way he collects water in the teapot and sets it over the stove. The skillful way he organizes the loose leaves of the tea he’s brought which, you knew, would complement nicely with the valerian.

You enjoyed watching him as he prepared the tea. The simple process turned into an elegant orchestra of movement and execution. Once the water was at the right temperature, he poured the liquid into the cup and you watched as it turned a playful yellow.

Elegantly, he placed a saucer before you before resting the cup quietly in its place. You take in the fragrance and catch the hint of wood and sweet flowers.

“Do enjoy.” He gestured before following the same process to pour his own.

You bring the liquid to your lips and are surprised at how perfect the water temperature is. As the contents fill your mouth, you immediately sense the earthy taste. It’s overpowering, but only for a moment. Once the initial aroma passes there is a relief of sweetness and floral, which is quite refreshing.

“This is …” you pull your gaze from your cup before continuing, “kinda awesome.”

“And it is much better when spent in good company.” There is a warm smile on his face and you wonder if the liquid was making you warm or if it was him.

“I appreciate you doing this. It was nice of you.”

“My pleasure. I could sense you were in need of something.”

“I’ve just had a hard time sleeping lately, well, really most of the time.” You take another sip of the warm liquid.

“Mmm, perhaps there is something plaguing you?”

“Ha, not really. I’ve just always had a hard time sleeping at night. My mind won’t turn off I guess.” The soothing smell of the tea is starting to make your head heavy.

“If this aids you, then I am happy to teach you how to make it. Or do so myself if you wish.”

“Thank you, Zhongli.” You look back at the teacup and take a few more drinks before placing it on the saucer. Outside, you hear the citizens walking by and the distant shouting of those on the docks. Most of the time, you didn’t pay any attention to the sounds of the city, but today they seemed to be a soothing noise. Something about the way it all mixed and settled in your ears just felt right.

“It must be working.” You catch his eyes and turn your head. For some reason, his eyes seem more powerful than normal.

“It must be. I’m going to go rest on the couch for a minute.”

“Please do, I will clean up here.”

You settle into the couch and observe Zhongli from your place there. He’s already emptied your cup and cleaned it in the sink. His hands perfectly worked just the way he wanted them to. It feels like there are weights on your eyelids and it becomes harder and harder to keep them open.

The last thing you see is Zhongli standing in your kitchen drinking his cup of tea as he looks out the window.

Kaeya

He doesn’t let anything get past him, so he would definitely know something was up with you

“You look a little tired there.” Kaeya appeared out of thin air. You had been so distracted that you hadn’t noticed anything for a while. The passing of the time or the citizens walking from place to place, none of them registered. So when Kaeya’s face was suddenly before you and you caught his half-smile, you didn’t pay it much attention.

“Do I?” Your head was fuzzy like someone had turned on the radio but all the channels were missing. This sensation had gotten so commonplace that you often ignored it too.

“Yeah. Are you okay?” He leaned down, his smile gone and replaced with a concerned expression.

“I’m okay. Thanks.” You try to give him a reassuring smile and hope he doesn’t worry.

He watches as you walk away. There is something off about your steps, but he isn’t quite sure.

He’d likely do his own background investigation to figure out what is troubling you. He’s ready to tackle any problem no matter the size in order to bring back your more cheery disposition

When he finds out that it’s because you have trouble sleeping he gets to work. He’s asking the alchemists to come up with a potion, he goes to the church to see if the healers can assist in any way, he might even try some non-conventional tactics to help you sleep

After many days of rain, the sun had started to return to the city. There was a cool chill that ran across your arms and the back of your neck as you bent down to pour out the excess water from the plants. I should probably replace this with some dry dirt, you think to yourself as the water spreads across the cobblestone.

When you finish, you watch as the other citizens pass by. A few wave and some just keep on about their day. A few drops of cold water fall on your face and make you jump as it runs down your cheek.

“Hello, again.” A familiar voice calls out to you and when you look, you see Kaeya confidently making his way toward you.

“Hello.” You return and wipe the raindrops off of your face. You’re reminded how tall his when he stops but a few inches in front of you and stares down at you.

“Heading out now that the rain has stopped?” His hand is on his hip and he’s wearing his dashing smile.

“Yeah, I was thinking of returning some books to the Library. I’m sure Lisa isn’t pleased I haven’t returned them yet.”

“I’ll accompany you.”

“You sure?” You give him a quizzical look. He’s always so busy, it’s strange for him to have extra time to spare.

“Of course.”

“Okay, well let me grab the books.” He waits patiently outside until you return, books in hand.

He’s a man with a plan, and he’s going to enact that plan

He may have a pleasant smile plastered to his face, but he always has something working in the background, shifting in the shadows

Somehow he has convinced you to visit his office. You aren’t sure how he convinced you, the conversation you had with him didn’t seem to discuss anything about having a cup of tea, and especially not in his office.

“Thanks for the drink, it smells delicious.” You let the warm vapors run across your face and breath in the sweet smell.

“Please take your time.” He sits in the chair next to you, his leg resting on his knee and his back against the plush cushion.

You sit for a while and listen to the sounds of the room. The way the wind slides over the glass window, the sounds of footsteps walking through the hallways, voices of the knights growing and fading as they accomplish their tasks. The atmosphere starts to make you drowsy and you close your eyes for a minute, the warm cup resting on your legs.

“You seem relaxed now.” You hear his voice and open your eyes again.

“Yeah, there is something comforting about this place. I’m not sure why.”

“Probably because I’m here.” You chuckle at his comment and take another sip of tea. When there are only a few drinks left you placed the cup back onto the saucer before preparing yourself to leave.

“Well, thanks again.” You start to get up but he stops you. He’s grabbing your shoulder and ushering you down onto the couch.

“You should rest.”

“Huh, I don’t need to?” You try to sit back up, but he continues to push you down.

“Yes, you do. I can tell how tired you are. When was the last time you slept.”

“Kaeya, you’re being silly.”

“When was the last time?” He asks again, sitting on the coffee table and crossing his arms.

“... I don’t know … I tried to get some sleep last night but It didn’t really work.” You feel the soft cushion of the couch under you. It smells like Kaeya and it's pulling you in.

“I have some more things to do, but you are welcome to rest here.”

“I have a house…”

“Yes, but you already said this place was comforting.” He smirks at you, again somehow convincing you his way is the best way.

“I won’t fall asleep.” You retort, rubbing your eyes.

“Just give it a try.” He stands up and you follow him with your gaze. You watch as he grabs a blanket and starts to unravel it over you. It’s thick and extremely soft. “Now, close your eyes.”

“I’m telling you …”

“Mmhm, just be good and do it.”

Your eyes track him as he makes his way to his desk. The sun is hitting his back and the color of blue reflects against the wall. You blink a few times. The blanket is so warm and the pillow is just right. You close your eyes for just a few seconds, I definitely won’t fall asleep, you think to yourself before you slip into a world of pleasant dreams.

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black-coffee-and-sugar · 3 years ago

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Magical thinking indeed:

- im just over here feeling warm cuz lena really referred to kara's apartment as 'home'. lena truly looked like one partner stuck entertaining the friends alone because the other partner is running late and didn't give an excuse for why

- also kara flying in through the window sans the suit cuz everyone knows now. im living for this

- nia just jumping over the backrest of the couch. it's about time these people actually started acting like friends and i would like to point out that we didn't get to this until lena was back and finally a full member of the super friends. i know im beating a dead horse but we could've had this seasons ago

- i actually forgot about the voldemort/harry thing going on with nxyly and kara but that's honestly on me for always watching these episodes after 2 glasses of wine

- brainy wasn't in this episode because??? like what does he have going on outside of the tower? are him and nia even dating? did we really give his screentime to william and fucking mitch? this is the 3rd game night scene he hasn't been in and im not a fan

- andrea is so mean but like...it's william

- also this embedding william with the super friends thing is utter BULLSHIT. have you ever watched a show that literally has to force a character into scenes? nothing about william's involvement is ever organic and the problem is persisting all because of a contrived connection the writers want to forge between him, kara and the super friends

- alex n j'onn, the gatekeepers of kara's secret, the former blacksite clandestine agents actually agreed to this and WHY

- alex not protecting her identity WHY

- lena's identity and magic needs to be a secret and yet there lena is, eye fucking with kara in the middle of tower in front of william, god and my fucking salad

- honestly if william doesn't figure out who they all are, since they're doing a shit job hiding it, he's just plain stupid

- i get the impression that kara is still too terrified of lena getting directly involved. she doesn't want her on nxyly's radar at all

- esme!

- rainbow bracelet. kelly as guardian still wearing that shit like a proud mom hanging their kids art on the fridge. im soft

- the foster parents were suspect from minute one but the way that woman just pushed that small child outside to defend them. like...what kind of psycho does that? and more importantly why were they NOT ARRESTED?!?!

- 'lena broke my brain'. you know that line was 100% nicole and i thank her for her service. that was hilarious

- nxyly is the first supergirl villain ive enjoyed since S2 lillian

- lena is not amused by william. same girl same

- but credit where credit is due, his baking story for once actually had some relevance and gave lena her epiphany about her mom's spell

- kara offering to go get the flower or whatever for lena because it's dangerous and lena's little and she doesn't want her to get hurt. protective kara we love to see it

- william: you protect lena, supergirl

my dude, unneeded instruction.

- kara being all cocky is peak content. lena's little smile at kara's casual display of strength. SAME LENA SAME

- for a minute i thought kara totally killed that guy with the flicked bullet

- nia's spidey senses tingling at the lover's quarrel kara and lena are about to have.

- im surprised they didn't bring up the brain washing because that was definitely the moment where lena believed it was for the greater good and she was being manipulative and ruthless with her vampire shirt

- can we say GROWTH tho. i love that kara and lena can disagree without all this bullshit drama like before. secrets are OUT honesty is IN. they're communicating and expressing their fears and leaning on each other. this. this is what i want

- also have to point out that lena is kara's humanity. WE BEEN KNEW but that shit is canon now. so is kara being hopeful and happy around lena. and kara no longer feeling alone because lena is back. i can't believe im winning

- so so so last week lena says 'i believe in you' and now kara says it. before it was 'good luck' 'you too'. the way the writers avoid the explicit use of 'i love you' just makes it louder

- currently thinking about the 'i believe in a thing called love' episode and im already losing my mind

- lena and nia god i love them together. their scenes totally feel like genuine katie and nicole vibes.

- yo the stunt work was actually decent? dreamer's black widow style flip. the dansen banter while kicking ass. is...is this still supergirl? im not used to being fed like this

- dansen telepathy. they just agreed 'yep esme is the one'

- did veeta not say that there's a 'prescribed order to the totems'? so why are they now picking whichever totem they feel like?

- ngl the super friends have been the cause of literally all the city's major issues this entire season

- lena does the spell she didn't want to do because??? like that's not even me being a little shit i think i might have missed that cuz i don't understand the chain of events that led to her changing her mind when she was so adamantly against it

- these incompetent heroes continue their idoicy by letting william write this article WHY. they are not running on taxpayer dollars. they don't owe the public shit. they're actually breaking many laws as vigilantes and 'borrowing' satellites and god knows what else

- andrea has no journalistic integrity. or common decency. she's still hot tho

- william growing a pair. good for him but did he and apparently Andrea forget about the 'no competing' clause in the contracts?

- ending with supercorp domestic fluff 2 episodes in a row. bruh don't touch me

- lena: I'm not using my fingers

kara: I'm going to

this is the new 'i don't think about you while im doing it'

it's all so deliberate. they're SO LOUD

#supercorp #dansen #kara danvers #lena luthor #kelly olsen #alex danvers #nia nal #william dey #andrea rojas #kara x lena #supergirl 6x14 #supergirl

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arcadejohn127-9 · 4 years ago

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Hii 👋 😁 okay so I'd like to request a valentines date with the brothers and newdatebales but while they are on the date MCs ex who is a complete jerk interrupts their nice time and MCs date makes the ex pay for being so rude. Happy Valentines Day! 💝

Happy valentine's! Ugh exes really can be a pain! I'd fist fight my ex for a stick of gum, no hesitation

Sorry this took so long, I've been asleep for most of the day

Pt.2 = undateables (minus Luke)

Context: you decided to go to the human world for your date

Lucifer:

Restaurant! Always - it's a classic

It was fairly lavish, Everyone was in suits or dresses, the place seemed to glitter from how polished it all was

A small classical band in the back

"I'm having a lovely time, I hope it's all to your liking."

"definitely is, though if you were the one playing the piano I'd make it even better."

"I'll keep that in mind for later."

He smirked, taking a sip of his wine whilst you just beamed

You two have been waiting month's for this renovation and you glad you were able to get it in on Valentines

"Oh! (Y/N) been ages- didn't expect you to be here, who's your friend?"

Your stomach dropped

Your ex just smiled at you two, leaning on your seat

"boyfriend."

"no! No way! You're dating?! I heard you were so broken after our breakup, so glad you were finally able to move on, must of been hard."

"Will you leave? I'm trying to enjoy myself-"

Lucifer glared at them, shifting in his seat incase he had to settle this - he had faith in your strength but knew he wouldn't stay silent for long

"Why so hostile?! I haven't done anything wrong it's not like I've gone and told him how clingy you were or the fact you just LOVED arguing."

"fuck off will you?! I wasn't clingy, you were just distant and barely treated me like a partner and we got into arguements because YOU kept going behind my back."

He finally stepped in, noticing you were getting EXTREMELY worked up and had tears lining your eyes

He pulled your ex around, gripping their face and flashed them his true forms face

They screamed as they shoved themselves away from him, darting away to their table

This made everyone look at them, Lucifer fixing his hair and wiped his gloves with a scented wipe

"how unpleasant, Let's get the check, we can finish this back at the house."

He called over a waiter, quickly paying and collecting the now packaged food

"Just tap me and I'll step in sooner, I know you can handle yourself but I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry."

Mammon:

A drive in movie - wants to show off his hot wheels and attractive partner~

He was pulled all sorts of cheesy moves, the yawn and stretch is one but many

He smiled having you leaned against him with his arm around your shoulder

You told him you were going to get more snacks and he tried to follow you but you said it'll be alright

Though when you came back you saw your ex leaning on mammons car, flirting with him

"Babe! I told them to back off but they kept pushing-"

"I didn't expect to see you here, are you with him?"

"I'm very much with him, he's taken."

You roughly handed mammon the snacks

He knew to keep his mouth shut, that look on your face wasn't something to mess with

"what a shame, I'm glad you finally got over me though, I heard from your friends you disappeared for 6 months."

"yeah, I was busy with living my life not crying over you."

Your exes mouth twitched whilst you just jumped back into your side of the car

"Right, right - so are you two serious or just a fling? I know it's difficult for you to keep a partner - why not keep me company? You're too handsome to be with them, don't you think? There's no way you actually like them-"

They trailed a hand up mammons arm, sending him a wink

He smacked their hand away from him, growing tired of their behaviour

"you listen here I'm in love with them more than your tiny little human brain will ever understand, back away from my car or watch us go on with our date."

When your ex didn't move he grabbed your shirt, pulling you in into a heated kiss

Whilst you two made out your cradled his head, flipping off your ex, mammon didn't have to even look to know what you were doing

He joined in on flipping them off, you both stayed like that until you heard them scoff and leave

"just say the word and I'll do whatever you ask, I won't let them get away with talking to you like that."

When the movie was done you spotted your exes car with the window down, mammon happily through your Popcorn into their window

But it wasn't over, when his car got close enough he took a pocket knife, slashing their car and immediately drove off at high speed

Levithan:

Arcade; was there really anything else?

He was determined to get you all the arcade prizes, using all his skills to make the machine do as he wished

Has used his tail to grab a prize from a rigged claw machine

"what else should we do? I saw a two player shooter finally open up."

"maybe dance dance Revolution? It'll be fun~"

He groaned, not wanting to do physical exercise but smiled when you weren't looking

He knew every dance song and pattern! He was going to impress you so much!

Of course there was a line, two kids hogging it and people recording them

Though things took a turn when your ex showed their face

"i should of known you'd come here, can't seem to stop visiting our old dating spots, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, clutching levithan's hand

If you were going to be honest, you completely forgot this was one of your old date places

You just remembered it was close by and you've been there when you were younger

"get over yourself, I'm on a date with my boyfriend."

"him? Really? I knew I hurt you but I didn't expect you to downgrade this much."

Levi looked down ashamed, anger boiling inside of him at how they spoke to you

He suddenly moved Infront of you, gripping your exes shirt as he pinned them to the photo-booth

"I don't care what you say to me but I know that you're just a cheating liar who gets off making others feel shitty, stay away from us or I will rip you to shreds limb by limb!"

He didn't even know his voice raised, punching the booth beside their head

Your normally timid boyfriend only got like this when you tried to be a better TSL fan than him or he lose his patience with mammon

Your ex cowered under his gaze, darting off as soon as they could

"i- I hope I didn't speak over you! I know you could of easily dealt with them but I just couldn't stand it!"

Satan:

Meausum, very interesting with different moments in history and discoveries all for the public to see - a date for nerds

Good thing you're both nerds (tbh I'd love a date like this)

"I was actually alive when this happened, It was pretty remarkable."

Oh yeah, expect him to be giving you all the classified details of moments in history

You just wished you had him whilst you were doing your history exams, you could of gotten so much extra credit!

"were you ever in any pictures? It would be pretty fun if we spotted you in the back of one of these."

He just laughed, grinning as you slowly began to realize that was an actual possibility

But before you could press on your mouth flew shut

Your ex was here

You elected to ignore them but they didn't have the same idea for you

"I never expected to see you around again, I thought you disappeared completely when no one heard from you in months."

"now that you're talking to me I wish I had, is there a reason you're interrupting my date?"

"your date? Is this him? I didn't think you'd move on so quickly~ shows what value you have on relationships."

Satan was pleased; he's heard all about your ex and was mad they were even breathing the same air as you

You were more annoying than any of his brother's and he hasn't even said anything to them yet

"I got over you quickly which might I add 10 months isn't a short time span - because you mean nothing me, you're a bitch."

"Back off or you'll end up with a bloody nose."

"gonna hit? Some man you are! Quick to violence-"

He grabbed their head, quickly jerking their head as if he was going to smash it into the display

His fingers dug into their scalp and tugged at their hair

"You have 5 seconds, I'm feeling nice today because it's valentine's - run now or I will put a dent in your skull."

He let go and he began to count, your ex looked at you both with fear before running

Just grazing the 5 second limit

"what was we discussing? Ah yes, I'll point out where I am, I think the picture is just up ahead."

Asmodeus:

Bath store date!!!

If it's with asmo - anything can be exciting

Even if it is you two walking around snorting bath bombs and poking the bath jello

Asmo handed you a bar

"smell it~ it's got herbs and flowers in it, doesn't the smell remind you of the kitchen back home?"

You gave it a small sniff but almost got abit of herb stuck in your nose when you saw your ex looking straight at you

He caught onto your surprise, slightly turning to see someone approach you two

"Careful there, don't want it to get stuck up your nose."

Your ex laughed, you just frowned

The demon looking between you, noticing how unhappy you were

"Do you want something? We're busy."

"I spotted you and thought to see hi! It's been so long since we've talked! Are you feeling abit better now after your break? I know the breakup was hard."

They gave you a pity filled look, patting your shoulder

"No, the breakup was easy to get through but why does it matter to you? We're not friends and you dumped me and that was that."

"come on it couldn't be just that, don't be shy Infront of- who are you exactly?"

Asmo quickly wrapped an arm around you, hugging you close as he gave your ex a tight smile

"Their boyfriend~! And I'm not happy about you talking to my sweetheart, leave."

"boyfriend? You look like that and you wanna try to be tough, you're as scary as a cloud- this is what you moved on with? I should of expected it."

"cute, look me in the eyes whilst you say that, won't you?"

Your ex foolishly did, Getting ready to insult but felt themself be fully charmed

"Won't you be a dear and spin around for me? Perhaps start clucking like a chicken, I think there's some feed over there." He cooed.

You bursted out laughing watching your ex do exactly as they were asked

Your boyfriend just smiled, picking up another soap and sniffing it before handing it to you

"ooo it's really fragrance, let's get this one."

You ignored your charmed ex, leaving the store with your stuff, hearing them yell out in humiliation as soon as you stepped out the store

Beezlebub:

Picnic, Should of been expected

You watched him do his stretches; you knew he had to keep himself occupied with draining tasks to keep better control over his constant hunger

He already scarfed down most of what was in basket before his fitness watch went off

You just sat back and observed

"I know this isn't romantic but once I'm tired we can continue, I'm sorry."

"Beel, I'd rather watch you flex your muscles than feel starved."

"I'll do my best."

He leaned down and you met him half way, Sharing a quick kiss before he went jogging

Everytime he passed your spot you gave him a cheer

But what you didn't expect was your ex to whistle, watching Beel with you

"do you mind? That's my boyfriend."

"I can see, how'd you get a guy like him? He's shredded, I didn't think big guys were your type."

"It's none of your business what my type is, our relationship is over and I told you I never wanted to see you again."

Your ex scoffed, glaring down at you

"is that why you disappeared for months? You really think I'd be desperate enough to message you again?"

"is it it of your system yet? Can you leave?"

"What's the issue..? You don't look pleased."

He was looking directly at you, concern on his face

You sighed In annoyance

"oh~ and he has a nice voice aswell, aren't you a package, wanna go somewhere more private?"

It was your turn to scoff, beel frowned at your ex

He knew how unpleasant your ex was and immediately stepped towards them

He grabbed their head and easily lifted them off the ground and put them to his eye level

"Apologize and Leave."

Your ex whimpered, wincing in pain, beel moved them like a ragdoll and made them face you

"I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING!"

They were let go and scampered off

You turned to beel, cupping his face, his mood immediately improving

"you did amazing, baby, are you tired or do you need to keep exercising?"

"I think I'll be able to be fine now, I'm glad they left so quickly, I was going to eat them."

Belphegor:

He wanted sky diving but you decided to go to the mattress store

Odd date choice but it made perfect sense to your boyfriend, they were having double bed special offers

He sunk into the mattress, sighing feeling how soft and bouncy it was

"We Should get this one."

"you said that with the last mattress, I'm sure you could find one hard as a rock and still want it."

"the top of the sofa is a comfy spot but I like my mattresses soft."

You just hummed, looking at the prices

"Tore up the old one with one of your tantrums? What a shame."

"excuse me??! I had a death In my family and that was an accident-! Why are you even here?!"

You can't believe it! Your ex had to be here of all places!

"I did want to say hi but now you're just getting all worked up over abit of teasing, you're still so sensative."

"Wow, forever the gaslighting cunt, I'm really not surprised you haven't changed but you got real balls to be so public about how much of a shitty person you are."

Beel was propped up on the mattress, happily watching you verbally destroy your ex

"you're just a bitch as always-"

"hold on, I'm just teasing - no need to get all angry about it."

He snickered whilst you smirked, coping the same tone your ex used

"Ah~ I know you, they told me about you, you're the ex that slipped and fell into the pool full of sick, I've been laughing about that for months."

"you-! I can't believe you'd talk about me so much, have you really moved on?"

"they told him one story, calm down, is this what you do now that you're single? terrorise couples in mattress store?"

They tried to bark back but he cut them off

"You know...I know plenty of ways to suffocate a human and I wouldn't even have to put a single finger on you, unless you want to see what I can do to your mind, I'd turn around and bother someone else."

They stared at him in horror, seeing you both just look down at them, enjoying their struggle for words

"you're both little shits, I hope you're miserable."

"and I hope you get the hell out of my face before I decide to stop being nice."

His eyes glowed as mist formed at his fingers, unnoticeable to anyone else around you

Your ex winced, a choked noise escaping them

They surprised you by being smart for once, turning around and storming away

"Are you miserable, belphie?"

"only when you're not around."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #gamingclubpresident #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beezlebub #obey me levithan #obey me luficer #obey me belphegor #obey me discourse #obey me x you #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me imagine #valentine's day

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helnjk · 4 years ago

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Stitching Together - G.W.

George Weasley x fem!reader

Requested: yes !! by my lovely bean marissa @lumos-barnes

please accept my humble request for a george x reader where the reader owns a shop in diagon alley and one day they walk into WWW and george knocks over a whole display, he is a complete SIMP & cannot compose himself. complete buffoonery when the reader is near. they become friends & do all these nice things for each other and the reader is oblivious like "george, i'm so lucky to be your friend" (even though the reader is secretly simping) and he's like "um what, i'm literally in love with you"

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: mentions of meals and drinks (coffee), but other than that it’s just pure fluff & Dumb Idiots In Love

A/N: somehow i always end up writing george knitting? idk how it happened, but it happened. i hope you like it marissa 🥺💕

–

You took a step back to admire your handiwork.

After what seemed like neverending hours, the layout of your shop was finally perfect. From where you stood, you had a view of the streets of Diagon Alley, several passersby coming and goings from your sight. The display of charmed knit work by the window was already moving, demonstrating simple stitches that formed into a scarf.

It had always been your dream to open up your own shop in the most prominent wizarding area of Britain, with your passion for knitting and crafting, but the timing had always been off. Now, about a year or so since the war had ended, your grandmother surprised you with the capital to make your dreams come true.

The gesture was extra special because she was the one who first taught you how to knit. Many summers were spent in her cottage, sitting side by side and working on personal projects together.

Outside, your sign read ‘Stitching Together: Grand Opening’. There were a few flyers posted right on the door and on the window advertising the different classes and crafting groups you were offering, as well as the different products that could be found in your store.

It was as if your heart could burst at the sight of your fully furnished shop and you could wait no longer. With a flick of your wand, the sign on the door flipped to say open and that was that.

–

“Hey Freddie, have you seen that new shop that’s opened down the street?” George yelled from the bottom of the stairs once the last customer of the day made their leave.

“Haven’t gone in, but it’s gotten a lot of customers from what I can tell!” the disembodied voice of his twin replied from somewhere above.

As he began the process of cleaning up and reshelving, products floating in midair or zooming towards their proper shelves, he called out once more, “What type of store is it d’you reckon?”

“Arts and crafts? Something like that.”

George’s eyes drifted towards the shop window, where he could just barely see the outline of the new store. Dusk had begun to set in London, so the sky was filled with brilliant hues of purple and orange. His curiosity getting the better of him, he decided that he would go welcome the new shop owner to Diagon Alley.

With a shout to let his twin know where he was off to, George strode out of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes and into the brisk weather. Luckily for him, Stitching Together was still open. He could see you bustling around inside, fixing displays and swishing your wand to tidy everything up.

It had only been around a month since your shop had opened, but the local wizard folk of London seemed to be very keen on buying the different things you sold. Many came around to purchase the instructional books and the different kinds of wool and yarn, and some of your regulars had even taken an interest in the classes you held weekly. It was a great way for you to get to know the community and to establish friendships.

You had always taken note of the joke shop a few shops down from you, but with the hustle and bustle of just opening, you hadn’t had a chance to visit or introduce yourself to the owners. It was just your luck that one half of them pushed open the door to your shop, the little bell at the top of it ringing to indicate his presence.

“Oh, hello!” you smiled, turning to face the redheaded man, “Welcome to Stitching Together, what could I help you with?”

Unbeknownst to George, your heart began to beat rapidly in your chest. How could a man be so positively handsome you didn’t know, but at the sight of him standing by the door, all you could think about was how gorgeous he was. And he hadn’t even uttered a single word yet!

The charming smile he sent your way did not help the heat you could feel creeping up your neck. “Just popping by to say hello and welcome to Diagon Alley! My twin and I run Wheezes just down the street,” he said.

Your smile grew as he stuck his hand out for you to shake, “Oh I was just thinking about how I’ve been wanting to pay your shop a visit! I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“George Weasley at your service,” his hand was firm and warm as he shook yours, eyes sparkling with something you couldn’t quite name. “Nice to meet you!”

“So tell me about your shop!”

Somehow, after that evening, George Weasley snuck his way into becoming a part of your daily routine.

Every morning he would show up with two cups of coffee in hand right before your shop was set to open. After realizing that you depended on caffeine to function throughout your day, he made it a point to bring you one everyday. As you sipped on your coffees, the two of you would spend a few minutes chatting about your plans for the day before going to work.

Whenever you would offer to pay for your own cup or even try to insinuate that you could get your own coffee in the morning, just so that he wouldn’t have to go through the trouble, he would stop you in your tracks.

“But George–”

“Nope!” he would say in a voice louder than yours. “I’m doing this out of the kindness of my heart. I really feel for your customers who have to deal with a Y/N that hasn’t had her coffee fix. Could you imagine the grumpiness? Not on my watch!”

You would roll your eyes, but secretly it warmed your heart how sweet this boy could be. He was slowly inching his way into your life and becoming a great friend.

–

“So,” said Fred one day as George had gotten back from delivering your daily coffee, “The bird from the knitting shop, huh?”

His twin only rolled his eyes in response, used to the teasing that came with being brothers (and twins) with Fred Weasley. Instead of engaging, George went instead to do the routine last check over their store before they officially opened their doors. Still, Fred couldn’t resist the temptation to continue provoking him.

“Oi! C’mon, you bring her coffee everyday even if you don’t like the stuff. If I don’t remind you that you have a store to run, you would spend the whole day staring out the window just to catch a glimpse of the girl! Tell me you’re not whipped for her,” he teased, following George through the shop.

From their position at the till and on the second floor, both Verity and Lee tried to hide their smirks. This was too good a story to not eavesdrop on.

“Come off it, Fred.” George rolled his eyes. “I’m just being a good friend, that’s all!”

“Yeah but you wouldn’t mind being more than friends.”

The cheeky wink Fred sent George was not appreciated, as the prior soon found out, having to duck away from a stinging hex. Still, Fred’s laugh rang through the semi-empty store as he ran away from his brother.

Later in the day, as the lunch crowd tapered off, the four of them were left to mull around a bit. Lee and Verity were off taking stock in the back room, Fred was doing some accounting (because his twin couldn’t be trusted with any sort of math), and George was reshelving some Skiving Snackboxes.

The bell above the door to the shop rang, but he couldn’t quite tell who came in from his position towards the back of the shop.

“Welcome to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes!” he yelled, rushing to get all the boxes in order before he could help the new customer, “I’ll be with you in just a second!”

Just as he admired his handiwork, eyes scanning the display to make sure nothing was out of place, a familiar voice called from behind him, “It’s alright, take your time. I’m not looking for anything in particular.”

George almost jumped out of his skin as he heard your voice. He was so surprised that as he turned to meet you, his elbow caught on the edge of one of the Snackboxes and the whole thing toppled over.

You watched as the tower of boxes crumbled around him, and your hand automatically covered your mouth as you tried to contain your laughter. It didn’t work, though, and soon the whole store could hear your guffaws.

Thankfully, George was a wizard, and what would’ve taken a muggle quite some time to fix, only took a quick flick of his wand.

“Oops,” you smiled at him bashfully as he finished, “Didn’t mean to startle you, Weasley.”

“Erm, it-it’s alright,” he blushed, “I just didn’t expect you to come ‘round today.”

In truth, the reason why George was so flustered at your appearance at his shop was because he had just spent most of the afternoon thinking about you. He often did that, getting lost in his thoughts about the many little things that made you, well, you. The deep breath you took before that first sip of coffee in the morning, revelling in the aroma. How your face lit up when you spoke about the different people you met in your classes. Your hands and how skillfully they worked whatever project you were creating at the moment.

He wouldn’t admit it to Fred, but what his twin had said earlier in the day was accurate. He was absolutely smitten over you.

“Well you’ve been a regular over at mine for the last couple of weeks, I’m just returning the favor and visiting my favorite redhead at his place of work!”

“I-I,” he stuttered, his brain refusing to acknowledge the fact that he was your favorite anything.

Fred, who had heard the commotion and had gone down to check if everything was okay, nearly face palmed as he watched George fumble through his words. The man was whipped for you, no doubt about it, and as a good twin, he decided to save his brother from further humiliation.

“I think what my lovely twin here is trying to say, is that you just haven’t met enough redheads to make your decision about your favorite one,” he said, smoothly inserting himself into the conversation. “Fred Weasley, at your service!”

Your smile immediately brightened at the sight of George’s twin holding out his hand for you to shake, “Nice to meet you! I’m Y/N, George’s told me loads about you!”

“Has he?” Fred raised his eyebrow, turning to look at George who was still a little dumbstruck at the sight of you in his shop. “Well, that just means it’s my turn to spend some time with such a lovely lady. C’mon, I’ll give you a tour of the shop!”

“Oh I’d love that.”

With a small glance and wave at George, you took the arm that Fred was holding out for you, and so began his (largely amusing) tour of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

“What in Merlin’s name was that!” yelled Fred the moment you left the shop.

George groaned into his hands, embarrassment creeping back into him. He had acted a fool, unable to even mutter a single sentence to you the whole time you were around.

“Mate, I have never seen you so flustered around a girl,” his twin muttered, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Just tell her you’ve got feelings for her! Ask her on a date, do something! From what I could tell, you’re not the only one who’s caught feelings.”

“It’s not like that between us,” he said, “I doubt she even notices how much I fancy her.”

–

Somehow, George wound up taking Fred’s advice. Though, in typical-George fashion, he never explicitly mentioned to you anything about the way he felt.

Instead, he would stay around your shop longer in the mornings, taking slower than usual sips of his coffee (which he still couldn’t say he preferred over a good cup of tea). Other days, he would come around closing time and help put everything back in order and if he was lucky, the two of you would go out to dinner. Of course, he would also never let you pay a sickle for your meal, no matter how much you insisted.

Weekends were usually spent together as well.

Saturdays were for brunch and muggle films on the telly. It was one of the rare occasions he would drink a beverage in front of you that wasn’t that (god forsaken) coffee.

Sundays were more for crafting together. He would floo into your flat after having lunch with his family and the two of you would continue working on his little project.

“My mum loves to knit,” he mentioned one day, while he observed your quick hands skillfully moving the thread through your needles. “She knits us all sweaters for Christmas. It’s become a tradition of sorts.”

“That’s lovely,” you smiled up at him.

“Yeah, anyone who’s practically family gets one too. Like Harry and Hermione,” he mused.

“I could teach you how to knit her something, if you wanted,” you offered. “It’d be something pretty simple though, especially if you’ve never knitted anything before.”

The smile he sent you was so dazzling, you had to take a moment. You were practically melting under his tender gaze and you swallowed thickly, trying to gain your composure.

“That’d be bloody brilliant, Y/N!”

You only hoped he didn’t notice how your face got hot and how your hands couldn’t move the needles to do what you wanted, too flustered to be precise with your movements.

Since then, the two of you spent most of Sunday afternoons making sure George had the correct strings of yarn on the correct needle. You would keep a close eye on him and his progress, but most of the time he was alright on his own. Sometimes, he would purposely sit closer to you on your couch and you could practically feel the warmth radiating from him.

In between knits, your eyes would drift towards his focused face and you would smile. George had a habit of poking the tip of his tongue out when he was knitting. Something about the gesture helped him concentrate, and you found it absolutely adorable.

The more time you spent together, though, the more confused George got. It was getting to a point where in his head, it was impossible to miss what he was trying to say with his actions. You had to have caught on by now. And, since you hadn’t acknowledged what was going on between the two of you, he had assumed that this was your polite way of rejecting him.

On a chilly morning, he clutched the warm cups of coffee in his hands as he pushed the door to Stitching Together open with his back.

“Morning, Y/N!” he greeted.

You grinned in his direction as he made his way towards you. The moment he placed the warm drink in your hands and you took your first sip, a small moan of gratefulness escaped your lips.

“Merlin, I don’t deserve you,” you mumbled to your cup.

“Sorry?” George asked, brows furrowed slightly.

“Oh nothing!” you quickly said, “I’m just really glad you’re my friend, Georgie.”

Friend.

The word seemed to make his heart sink down to his stomach and ignite something in him at the same time. It was time that he told you how he felt, no matter what would happen afterwards. He couldn’t keep going on pretending he wasn’t head over heels in love with you.

“Erm, about that Y/N,” he began, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his work uniform, “I’ve got to tell you something.”

It was now or never.

You smiled up at him encouragingly, almost oblivious to the bundle of nerves that were most definitely visible in his expression.

“I-I don’t want to be just friends, Y/N,” he said, lips pursed in anticipation.

“What do you want then?” you still didn’t understand what he was trying to say.

In a burst of confidence, George took your hands in his and gripped them tightly, “I want to be with you. I fancy you loads, I think I might even be in love with you, Y/N. Honestly, I might’ve been in love with you from the moment I first walked into your shop.”

Your lack of an immediate response left him to back track, “But I understand completely if you don’t feel the same way, I just wanted to get it out there.”

For a moment, the two of you were silent. George eyed you nervously, wondering what was going on through your head, bracing himself for the rejection that he thought was on the tip of your tongue.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore, “Y/N? Do you want me to go?”

Instead of answering, you flung your arms around his neck. He was so startled at your sudden gesture that he almost didn’t notice your lips on his. Almost.

As suddenly as you had kissed him, all of his apprehensions melted away. Almost automatically, his arms found themselves wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer to him. Your lips melted together seamlessly. It was as if this was where the two of you were meant to be, and you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

Sooner than you had liked, George pulled away from you slightly. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t help but dip his head down to peck your lips again. Once, twice, three times. This left you a giggly mess, your nose scrunching up in a way that was practically begging him to kiss it as well.

“Does that mean you fancy me too?” he murmured against your lips.

“Absolutely, head over heels,” you smiled in return.

The pair of you spent a brief moment with your foreheads pressed together, giddy smiles on your faces. That was until a knock on the door of your shop sounded. Immediately, you sprung apart, a blush coating tip of George’s ears and cheeks.

A few people stood outside, eyeing you amusedly.

“Oh shit,” you said, hurrying to flip the sign on the door to say ‘open’ and to unlock the door with a flick of your wand. “I completely forgot I had a class today.”

As the small group of people began to file inside, they sent knowing glances your way to which you only groaned softly and looked up at George.

“I’ll see you tonight?” you asked hopefully.

With a kiss to your cheek and a mischievous grin he said, “You can count on it, love.”

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lovelybarnes · 4 years ago

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saudade- l. laufeyson

pairings: loki laufeyson x reader, mentions of other loki characters warnings: loki tv show spoilers, probably tva inaccuracies, mobius being trusted even though i don’t actually trust him lol, mentions of death, tears, a little sad angst but happy ending, ooc characters?? possible mistakes because i can't read this again skjfj about: requested, DF26 with TVA Loki running into the variant of his dead spouse a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i loved writing the last scene so much

loki has narrowly avoided the tva for years, opportunities much better than this and chaos a lot more chaotic than this have already been caused and passed. so the how and why he has been taken in at this very moment- while he’s eating at one of those fast food places you used to like- is very, very unknown to him. he should know, however; you’ve explained to him the tired concept of time traveling many times before, although the most important things were told to him when he thought you a mere mortal like the rest- something you were not- and could not possibly know something he didn’t- also something very untrue.

but the reasoning for his capturing is not at the front of his mind- although close- his main objective staying on how to get out of this unknown place and go back to looking for you- whether the fragile fabrics of reality and string of the timeline fray and break or don’t. he knows it possible, having seen the avengers do something similar, so why can a god like him not?

he’s ripped many holes, and he supposes the consequences for them are finally catching up to him, a lot sooner than he’d like. in another world, he’d already have you, and, with you by his side, you both would’ve been out long before, or never captured at all. although, he supposes, in a perfect world, you never would have been taken away from him in the first place.

he knows stopping for food he didn’t even necessarily need- or, really, like- was not a smart decision. he’s realizing exactly how not-smart of a decision it was with every passing second that the fools in armor drag him along the halls. the stop wasn’t needed, much less planned, but the memories the greasy food and dirty restaurant brought were too pleasant- a break full of you in the nonstop mission to find you. he could nearly feel your fingers touching his, hear your voice urging him to at least try and your bubbled laugh when he cringes. the fizz of the soda had made him grimace like the first time, except there was no you to giggle at it.

loki nearly thinks it was worth it. nearly.

when the guard shoves him into another room, loki takes a second to examine the exits, barely noticing the man at the desk. the person next to him pushes him further, dropping the tesseract and various stolen pym particles on the desk. loki takes note of where the man puts them so he can steal them back.

the guard stops with him in front of a small elevator, pulling a lever and waiting. loki looks at them, “where am i? get me back right now, i have things i must attend to.” the guard only looks at him, and loki scoffs, “i am loki of asgard, god of mischief and trickery, believe me when i say there will be deadly consequences if you do not do what i ask.”

the guard huffs a small laugh, “i’ve heard that before. we’ll see.”

the doors in front of him part, opening to a room he’s rammed into. he looks back the guard, one foot already out when he’s suddenly back where he was, watching as the entrance closes. he senses the machine before he can have a good look at it, a claw that he’s seen too many variations of beginning to poke at the fabric on his shoulders. he swats it away, standing tall as he glares at the smiling machine. “absolutely not! this is high tech armor, only few of this exists.”

the tech on the machine turns the grin into a frown, pulling back the talons and instead extending another apparatus that scans at his clothing, removing them with a yellow glow until he’s completely bare. he looks down at himself before looking back up at the face, pointing a finger, “now what-”

his words are cut off when he falls through the opening ground, falling onto the bottom room, now dressed in an uncomfortable tan jumpsuit, orange letters reading TVA on the left breast. a bored man in front of him pushes a pile of papers to him, “please sign to verify this is everything you’ve ever said.”

loki ignores his words, pushing it back, “i need to find someone, stop the absurdity.” the man only blinks as a machine whirrs, printing a piece of paper he reaches over to take and place on top of the pile. he hands loki a pen, “sign that too.” loki frowns, “did you not hear me? i have important things to do.” the machine does it again, and the man repeats his motions and shakes the pen in his hand. “that, too.” the god only sighs in frustration and signs, slamming the pen down before he’s dropped again.

another man greets him in a monotone, not even looking at him while he reads off the clipboard in his hands, “please confirm to your knowledge that you are not a fully robotic being, were born an organic creature, and do in fact possess what many cultures would call a soul.” loki’s eyebrows furrow, “i’m not a robot- how many people don’t know?”

“thank you for confirming, move through,” he requests. loki glances at the machine in front of him before stepping through it, a small picture printing after he’s on the other side. loki catches vibrant orange and red with hints of green that overcome any other color. “through the door, please.”

he encounters the same guard from before with a frustrated glare, leading him to what looks like a courtroom, a woman sitting in the middle, reading off a file. “variant L4293, aka loki laufeyson-l/n, is charged with sequence violation 7-20-89. how do you plead?” loki tilts his head at her, “madam, a god- i don’t plead.”

the woman sighs tiredly, “are you guilty or not guilty?” loki’s eyes thin as he observes her. “guilty of… trying to find my wife, yes. guilty of being extremely frustrated, yes. guilty of whatever it is you’re accusing me of, no. not guilty.” loki’s hand curls, trying to use his abilities inconspicuously but dismayed to not be able to. he tries again, only to come up empty as he realizes what is happening. “magic powers are no good in the tva, mister laufeyson,” the judge says absentmindedly. “i prefer l/n,” loki diverts simply, unknowingly catching the attention of one of the attendees. the judge barely acknowledges him, about to say something else before a man jumps up, hand raised, “wait, wait- uh, i have something to add to this. before the court makes a decision.”

the judge tilts her head at the man, pursing her lips before sighing and letting him approach the bench. loki leans in to try to understand the whispers that are exchanged, ending in the judge sending one last look his way before letting him go. “the court finds you innocent- and under agent mobius’ responsibility,” she clarifies, looking at the man and watching him nod quickly. she slams her gavel and motions for the man- mobius, he assumes, to take loki. he stands and awkwardly bows, before going over to loki and raising an eyebrow, “don’t betray me,” he says, words too true to be something playful. loki’s head tilts to the side in slight confusion, watching as the man begins to walk, pausing to urge loki to follow him.

loki ignores the activity through the windows of the hall, choosing to concentrate on mobius. “why did you do that?” he wonders aloud, suspicious eyes following him as his head peeks into halls. “let’s just say it’s a favor, although you’ll be on thin ice forever.”

“favor for whom?” mobius doesn’t answer, turning a corner. loki exhales sharply before following him, continuing to pry as he briefly heeds his surroundings. the sight of a woman in a suit much like mobius’ catches his eye, her back to him but he recognizes the shape of her shoulder and the color of her hair. he looks away, pretending to concentrate on the clock thing on the television but actually chasing the overfamiliar features to a face.

the sound of your voice- something he hasn’t heard in an obscenely long time- craved for so much longer it seems like a lifetime, snaps his attention to what surely must be a cruel joke. he can tell it’s you now. you’re standing there, head tilted at the same receptionist man and chuckling exasperatedly, “come on, casey, we’ve been over this. a fish and a lion are not the same thing-”

“but a lionfish-?” casey asks, and loki is pushing away the guards already, because you’re there, you’re solid and laughing like you used to and you can’t not be real. he can distantly hear mobius’ voice telling the guards to let him go as if loki hasn’t already taken care of that, walking over to you with quick and quiet footsteps. his fingers circle around your wrist first as an assurance, and when you turn, hand still in his, eyes widening when you notice who he is, he pulls you into him completely. your arms wrap around him barely seconds later, finally registering the person in front of you as you squeeze him. “loki?” you whisper, inhaling the same familiar scent of him that you haven’t had in what seems like forever.

“i missed you so much,” he says, hands wandering over your back, touching your arms and your shoulders and your hips just to touch you. “me too- i didn’t- i thought i would never see you again.” your tears are falling on the fabric of his jumpsuit, small tearful gasps escaping your lips while you tug him as close as you can, tangling your fingers in his hair and shutting your eyes at the familiar feeling. “oh god, you’re here-”

“i missed you so much,” he repeats, and you finally notice his words, realization like electricity, making you tremble and sigh softly. “what does that mean?” you question, already fearing the answer and already knowing the effects: the mess of his usually kept hair and the red tint of his eyes, like a sheen of sadness that stains the color of the eyes you have missed for so long. loki pulls away from you only to look at your face, trace the shape of the lips he’d spent hours of the morning pressing kisses to, memorize the curve of the nose you’d scrunch in a laugh when thor was a victim to one of his tricks.

“i have been looking for you, darling,” he murmurs, fingers running over your fallen tears while you notice the shine of his eyes, the tears that enhance the love he has for you. “because i’m…” you don’t want to finish your sentence, and you can tell loki doesn’t want you to either; he scans your features, small smile peeking through the shock and grief.

“i didn’t… mobius didn’t show me that, i thought-” your eyes flicker to the man before settling back on loki, the weight of the ring he’d given you feeling lighter now that it had found its pair. the various eyes on you don’t go unnoticed, and neither does the look mobius sends to the rest of the workers, indicating for them to go back to work. the cold of loki’s skin is comforting to the touch of your warmth, and you find yourself back in the summer afternoons where you would settle with your husband to read books, rubbing cool fingers on the hot of your skin when you felt suffocated by the heat of the sun.

another tear slips from your eyes when you realize you don’t have to imagine anymore, there’s no need to search for your memories and shut your eyes for them to run over you. your lips are on his when you can’t help it anymore, eyes squeezed close and salty tears dropping from your chin when it finally settles that he’s here and he’s yours and he’ll never be gone again.

he’ll make sure of that.

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