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danicadenniss · 10 months ago

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DreamWorks Trolls

Branch: Troll Of The Wildglade

Chapter 9: Call Of The Night

In Trolls Brotherhood AU, after Branch is injured by David Kane/The Black Manta, while they were rescue by the Alpha Sapphire, Harriet healing him for his strength, Poppy remembered she got punished by her father for touching the elephants and caused a chaos, in the Wildglades. Branch remembered his mother comfort him, since he was a baby, since his father's sacrifice himself to save his family from threat. Warning: this is going to be violent, blood and gore.

That night, Branch had a little trouble sleeping inside his tent, especially when he's hearing a scream from the other trolls, he walked out of the tent. He walked slowly, he saw the trolls scream in horror, the dogs barking at them and the forest were set on fire.

The troll: No! Please! (cried out in a desperate tone as the wolf dug it's fangs deep into his throat.) AAHHHH!

Branch: No...no,no,no,no...this...this can't be happening! (looking up at Dante Reyes and his hunters captured the trolls, and cutting down the forest.)

Dante Reyes: OHHHHHHHH! Troll, it's time to destroy the trees and burn down the forest. (The forest were captured in flame, Branch gasped)

Bounty Troll Hunters #1: We found him! (The trolls screaming in terror, their hairs turned white as they running in horror, Arthur Slugworth and his partners used their butterfly nets,they're caught them, grabbed them and they put them in a giant maroon bag.) They're in the bags.

Troll #1: No! Don't hurt us! Please! Don't hurt me! Please!

Troll #2: Please! I don't want to die!

Branch: Let's them go! (Opened his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked up at Ignacio in horror, Ignacio Carapax with an evil smile, his eyes wide and breath heavy.)

Ignacio Carapax: (clapped his hands with an evil laugh) It's the only way...

Alder run to see him, he is captured by Dante Reyes with his knife. He stabbed his head, he then pulled his knife out of his head, he threw him at him, the dog sunk it's fangs deep into his throat, the dog growling fiercely as Branch indeeply is shocked to see his mother and his grandmother are found dead.

Branch: Mom! Grandma! No! Please, no! You are a monster! You killed my mother and my grandmother! Just my father! (The hunters laughing wickedly, he sobbing in fear, before everything faded to back.) NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Branch: AHHHH! (screamed as he jumped up in his tent, sweat pouring down his face as he panting heavily, looking around himself in complete panic...) It...it was just a bad dream. (Sobbing, his heart still racing in terror from the nightmare he had just woken up from.) He then walked out of the tent. As he climbed up the fence and watch Sky, flew going back and forth and all around wildly.

Branch: Hey, bud. You might want to see me, and calm me down now. People are trying to sleep, you know, (Sky grunted and looked at him) What's the matter, Sky?

Poppy: (opened her eyes and getting up by looked at him and his dragon friend) Don't remember me from before? (they heard Gloria recognized about the Wildglades, Dr. Ferrier warned everyone about Reyes and his hunters will burn the forest down to ashes. Branch gasped and his heart still racing and shivering in his fear of the fires. The brothers looked at him as he scared and they were worried about their father's sacrifice during the attack and the fires in the forest)

John Dory, Spruce, Clay and Floyd: Branch?

Floyd: We heard you scream from your tent, and why are you scared? (Branch sobbing) Oh no!

Spruce: You dreamed of that's man who kidnapped us in our home and I was very sad about Dad's death.

John Dory: WAAAAAAAAH!

Everybody walked and see the brothers comfort him and they see Abacus Chunch arrived in the tent, he brought an Hokkien psychic medium nun who nun clothes named Joyce Reynolds and her Egyptian British assistant Alessandro Longo, who wears black suit with navy blue belt around his waist, they see Airazor flew in the camp and see them and introduced herself.

Poppy: (her jaws dropped) Who's are you?

The brothers: (their eyes opened wide) What's are you?

Airazor: Very good question, but my name is Airazor, I am a Maximal warrior and I will protect the nature from harm. Clay, that is your brothers, John Dory, Spruce, Floyd and Branch, since your father's sacrifice himself to save all of you and your family, the Maximals and I saved you and your friend Viva, they were children, we met them in the forest during the fire cause explosion and a madman was killed in the fire.

In the flashback, Clay and Viva ran out of the bag, he see his father's sacrifice himself to save them from the hunters.

Young Clay: Papa! (Viva grabbed his arm and run, the wood twitched down, they scream and then Optimus Primal threw the wood over it and Hernan Reyes groaned in pain, Cheetor raced down and Airazor grabbed them and they escaped from the forest as they can.)

Teenage Dante Reyes: Dad!

Past Hernan Reyes: Dante, you have to go!

Airazor: (Baby Branch crying and wailing in fear, they got out of the forest, Dante and the hunters get in the jeep and then the fires cause explosion and Hernan Reyes scream and groaned in pain, by burning him to ashes. Thorn panting heavily in his injury since he sacrifice himself to save them from the hunters.) Your father defeat him, until he died from his injury since you were a babe, you three were children. Was your grandfather's land and your father spoke up for his last words in his dying wish.

Past Thorn: This is my home. This was my father's land. This is my land and my sons will rule it when time comes! And his children will for generations to come! We'll protect it and our family with our lives. Never...come...back!

End of the flashback, Branch knew that land was his grandfather's passing to his father as the new leader, before he died, since he was a baby and he lost his father and he is in his heart.

Branch: I understand how you feel. You would have love it there. Guys, we would love it there. There's miles of untouched land, fresh air, food, and water to enjoy, the sun shining all day, the stars ever so clear and brightly though the nights, and kind creatures all around. The Wildglades is our home. Ever been there?

Floyd: Since, Clay found us, since we were captured by Dante Reyes and his hunters take us to the arena, a soldier almost hurt us and Branch got injured by David Kane.

Branch remembered when he was a month old, his mother had told him the story about the creatures, she'd ever known.

-Flashback-

Ivy: Why are you still awake? (standing in the doorway of Branch's room. A month old baby Branch was in his cradle.) Well, I have a cure for that: a story, (walked down and carried him gently while sitting on her chair.) And this one is true. Long ago, in olden days, the forests surrounding our village was visited by herds of one of the most sacred creatures in the world: the dragons, dragons are majestic and great. While most creatures would easily come towards you without worry, but only special dragons will choose very special people to be their partners. (Branch cooed and opened his eyes, giggled) Because I was one of those people choose by them. I had a dragon for a friend, or should I say, we were family, his name is Phoenix and sometimes, he's so fast it's like he's flying with the wind itself. His scales was bright and orange like the sun. His horns and tail, scarlet like the scorching blaze and piercing blue eyes. I've known him since he was a baby and we've grown up together the death of his mother. (Branch cooed) One night, Phoenix's herds was attacked by invaders and his mother was killed as a result. I was there that night and managed to protect him until your grandfather Oak came to our rescue, sending the enemies away. Since then, we've been together, riding every day and feeling the wind in my hair every time we rode. It was the sheer joy of freedom that we cherish the most when we ride, but nothing is more precious than the bond of our family. (Branch cooed and giggled) Of course I do. I love him very much, just as much as I love you, your brothers, your father and your grandmother. You see, my son, as we've reached adulthood, Phoenix has received the call of the wild and freedom while I received another call: the call of love. While he longed for freedom, I've set Phoenix free because that is how he should be. We said our farewells and he went home to his herd as its leader. I miss him to this very day, but I have my life and he has his.

Young Floyd: Mommy, what are you telling about dragons?

Ivy: Of course, Floyd but actually I did. Once more. I saw him again years later after marrying your father. It was before you were born, while you were born while you, Branch and your brothers were growing inside of me and your father, since the day we met.

Young Clay: MOMMY! There's a monster in my bed and it's going to eat me. (Ivy, Floyd, and Branch gasped, Ivy with a heart warming smile, and she comfort him when she tells stories about a dragon named Phoenix. John Dory and Spruce yawned and talk to their father, Thorn smile proudly makes and take them back to beds. They continue with the story.)

Ivy: When John and Spruce were little trollings, I was pregnant with Clay, your father, your brothers and I were alone until Phoenix appeared before us, but he wasn't alone. He brought his whole family with him.

Baby Branch: (happy smile and giggled) Mama, haha!

Young Floyd: Did he had kids? (Branch cooed)

Ivy: At that time, he had two and one on the way, he has a son, the oldest and strongest. He's a ginger dragon scales with dark brown horns and tail and brown eyes. He's the one who represents Phoenix the most. I called him Blaze. And his daughter, Misty,is the smartest. Her scales bluish grey, a teal horn and tail, and green eyes. With her pelt blending in the mist and fog, she can avoid being detected from enemies. And his mate, a beautiful, elegant dragon with white scales, horns and tail were cerulean with teal streaks, and blue-green eyes. I called her Bella for her beauty. Seeing Phoenix and his family has brought me hope of the family, after you and Clay were born, I was pregnant with Branch, seeing Phoenix and his family has brought me hope of the family I will later on and I did moment of my life. Well, that and after marrying your father. After that, I've never saw him again, but I am sure that he's happy with his herd, freedom, and family. God want all of us to send us all to be freedom from threat. (she rubs her nose with his, making them giggle. She then kissed his forehead.)

Floyd: Goodnight, mommy, goodnight, Branch. (Branch yawned and closed his eyes, he's fast asleep, she put him back to his cradle.) I love you.

Ivy: Love you too, (she sang a lullaby for her son)

-End Flashback-

The brothers sighed, thinking of their home and their mother and their grandmother waiting for them, and Branch saw the water of reflection, about their father.

Branch: Father, I know you're out there somewhere. We truly miss you and everyone also back home. I know that this place is better than the arena, but it still isn't home.I wish you were here so Clay mentioned you sacrifice yourself for saving us from the hunters' attack and the fires that we can see you, we were captured by Dante Reyes and his hunters, we were rescued by Clay, Viva and their friends at least one more time. (hopefully as he felt weariness taking over him.)

Airazor: Your father, he is up in his heavenly home, was your grandfather's land call The Wildglade. He live in you and your brothers and you see him in the water of reflection. (Branch gasped and looked up to see the sky, the clouds appeared to shaped like his father's spirit.)

Voice: (echoing) Branch...

Branch: Huh? Hey, I'm not sure but I have a feeling that you won't hurt me. (raised his hand and petted his nose which he purred in result. But then, Branch took another closer look at the dragon and his colors rang a familiar bell in his mind.) Phoenix?You're my mother's dragon, aren't you? Am I suppose to get on you?

Voice: (echo) Branch... (his eyes widened at the soft voice, the warm light of the sun falling exactly over him, some sort of aura around him making him look angelic.

Branch: (gasped and smile) Father? Father! (The brothers looked at their father Thorn who is a spirit of the Spirit World.)

Floyd: (gasped) Father, is that really you?

Spruce & Clay: (gasped) Dad?

John Dory: Daddy! (With his tears of joy)

Spirit Thorn: Oh Branch, boys, my sons. I am here.

Branch: But how?

John Dory: Daddy, we missed you! (Sobbing)

Spirit Thorn: Well, after I sacrifice myself, against Henan and his hunters to destroy our home. After I died from my injury since I became a spirit of the Spirit World. The hunters led by Henan Reyes' son Dante Reyes.

Branch: What!

Floyd: Father, you're watching over us, Clay saved us from harm, we got beaten by a soldier.

John Dory, Spruce and Clay: How?

Spirit Thorn: And I've missed you as well. But, I am happy that you are here now. I've watched over you five and your family and how you've grown since then. You boys come so far from the innocent little boys you were to the proud, strong, and brave warrior, you will take my place as the new leader of Glade Clan by to defeat Talons Bounty Troll Hunters and they will be peace with the humans. Does she have a name?

Branch: Her name is Poppy, she looked very depressed and she live in her bunker, I try to make her smile, and we been to train to defeat Talons and we will be peace with the humans and the forest will be safe. (The brothers looked as he disappeared from the night sky.)

Spirit Thorn: Will you sing for me, my sons? I want to hear the angelic voice you are so gifted with.

Branch: Dad, it would be our pleasure. Just know

Floyd: Father?

Clay: (sobbing) Where is he?

Spruce: (started to cry and sobbing)

John Dory: Daddy? (Sobbing)

Spirit Thorn: But you will be strong and you boys will be brave. Your mother and your grandmother are back home, waiting for you boys. But most of all, I'm always with you boys, even when you boys can't see me. I'm here.

The brothers: We know that now.

John Dory: Daddy?

Spruce: Dad?

Clay: Dad?

Floyd: Father?

Branch: Father, we love you.

Spirit Thorn: And I love you, boys, forever and always.

The brothers gasped for air and noticed they're back inside the tent. Branch placed his hand on the face and felt wetness from the tears he had shed. Poppy looked at them, he took a deep breath to calm himself down and wiped his tears. Harriet heard a spirit came from the outside, Noah, Elena, Tej, Roman and Ramsey saw Branch sobbing, since they see their father for the first time since his sacrifice and death, they were still depressed at the thought of his leaving. A South Korean man named Han Lue who wearing a navy blue suit with a black belt around his waist, she talked to them about the Wildglades, Elena puts blanket on them. Harriet talk to them until morning.

I hope this is going to be next chapter, our family passed away from their illness, old ages and others. They are in our hearts.

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aladyofgoodtaste · 10 months ago

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A Court of 'It's giving beauty & the beast' and 'Except you can't tell which one is which'

Spring is rotting away. Not just its Court but across the lands as well. Without it, there can be no new beginnings, no rebirths and nature itself will cease to a halt. And thus Fates dictate that a human and a broken Fae must create a miracle together.

Tamlin thinks that the Mother is cruel for the salvation of his home requires another human’s help while Juno curses whatever entity that Isekai’ed her into this shitty ass book series.

AO3

Chapter 3: We’re getting rid of toxic masculinity with this one

1 down, 6 more to go. In the meantime, Lucien & Tamlin re-ignite their bromance

CH 1 | CH 2

The most unimaginable horror has struck within the Inner Circle of the Night Court.

Everyone who is important has gathered outside the River House's healing room, finally waiting for the doors to open. No one would admit it, but they’ve all been counting down the hours, and when they turn to days, the worst starts to sink in. Ultimately, the High Lady puts her foot down and orders them to start taking shifts. Each of them has a role to play in this Court; thus, they can’t simply abandon it.

Today marks the third day since then.

When Cassian drops by after breakfast for his shift turn, he’s surprised that almost everyone is standing guard before the door. “Any news from Madja?”

“She did the impossible,” Azriel replies against the wall. He had the night shift and, thus, was the one who called everyone to be present. “Madja somehow manages to pull Amren from the brink of death despite her… injuries. She’s now been put in an enchanted sleep to stabilise her.”

Feyre bursts into a grateful sob, to which Rhysand immediately brings her into his arms. Elain claps her hands to thank whatever deity out of there for their mercy. Prince Varian slumps hard on the couch. Mor sighs in relief though her expression is still troubled, while Cassian’s tensed shoulders are lax just a bit. It was at that moment the doors finally opened. The Night Court's most trusted and capable Healer emerges. Her ancient figure appears weary as if she’s aged another decade.

“How is Amren?” Rhysand instantly inquires.

Madja sighs, exhaustion creeps into her very bones. “Alive, for the better or worse. Your Second-in-Command’s healing magic can no longer support itself so I had to siphoned most of mine. I did whatever I could to straighten every broken bones and patched up any excessive internal healings.”

“How bad is she?” This time, it’s brave Feyre who asks. The rest of their courtiers are content to follow their lead and listen attentively.

“I won’t mince words, High Lady. Throughout my years as a Healer, this is one of the most horrifying cases that I’ve ever seen.” Madja begins with a look of disgust, and it chills Feyre. “From what I can tell from Lady Amren’s injuries, she was thrown off the House of the Wind’s stairs that it utterly mangled her body. Then there’s an issue with the internal tears on the lower half of her body. There’s no way to say this, but she was violently gang raped, beaten and healed continously; the bruises, semen and handprints were obvious enough. Lastly, she was burned alive; perhaps as an effort to dispose the body? If that’ was the case, the perpetrators used a large quantity of alcohol because the scent lingered. Unfortunately, I can only managed to heal the scorched marks on her legs and arms. The face was too severe for me to do anything but mend Lady Amren’s nose and eyes.”

Elain’s face is green with nausea. She quickly excuses herself for the bathroom while the rest struggles to accept Madja’s report. Feyre and Varian are beyond stricken - the prince runs into the room, inconsolable. Mor is sick to her stomach, and Azriel and Cassian close their eyes; such violence shakes even them.

“Thrown off the 1000 steps, beaten, raped, healed and burned alive,” Rhysand repeats emotionlessly, his face tight. “In that order?”

Madja inclines her head. “Yes, High Lord.”

“Thank you. For updating us and everything. Please do whatever else you can to help Amren recovered.”

The Healer bows and returns to the healing room. To continue the treatment and console Varian. The doors shut once more, and that’s when Feyre pitifully exclaims, “How in the Mother’s name could this have happened!? It’s Amren! Amren, for goodness sake! She’s the second most powerful among us after Rhysand!”

Azriel grimace. “I’m still investigating it,” He was the one who found Amren a couple of nights back. The sight of her became his most recent vivid nightmares lately. “By all accounts, this doesn’t make sense. Amren hasn’t left her apartment at all ever since she got her hands on a rare magical tome. We all are aware of it; she could barely hold herself back from bragging about it.”

“And she personally wards her apartments,” Cassian reminds them, brows furrowing. “No one should be able to enter without her explicit consent or if it’s one of us.”

This new mystery doesn’t bode well for any of them, especially Rhysand. If someone as powerful as Amren could be assaulted right underneath his nose, it means his position as a High Lord is faltering. Not to mention their security risk is now at an all-time high. Velaris should’ve been completely safe from outside threats and with Azriel’s constant presence and shadows, the city is basically assassin-proofed! Doubt begins to seep in. “I’m afraid there’s a powerful enemy roaming within Velaris as we speak,” Rhysand announces, making everyone’s attention turn to him. “Since Amren is my Second, I’ll personally take over the investigation, Azriel. There’s something else I’d rather you look into in the meantime. For now, no one goes anywhere alone. We need to make it a habit of telling each other where we’ll be going from now on. Feyre darling, it will set my heart at ease if you stay here and close to our son. This is the safest place in the entire Court.”

Feyre nods, and a fierce sense of determination burns in her. “I’ll have Elain stay close. It’ll be good if Nyx is familiar with her aunt. Speaking of which, you need to inform Nesta of the situation, Cassian. I know she’s been making progress with her Valkyries, but it’ll be better if you and her could live her for a couple of days until our unknown threat is dealt with.”

“Of course. I’ll fly Nesta in as soon as I can.” Cassian replies.

They easily divide themselves up afterwards. Cassian wastes no time flying back to Illyria for his Mate. Mor joins Madja and Varian in the healing room. Feyre goes to find her sister and son. That just left Rhysand and Azriel who reconvene in the High Lord’s private office.

“How are you feeling?” Azriel asks as soon as the door shuts behind him. He studies Rhysand’s features carefully.

“Unease? Concern? Take your pick, Az.” Rhysand sighs. “Amren has always been untouchable. To find out that she was debased like this…” He trails off, unsure how to say it. If this new threat could easily assault his Second, then it won’t be long before he’s next in line.

“It’s a horrifying wake up call for sure.”

“Amren will pull through; she always has. In the mean time, we can hand this sick bastard on a silver platter when she wakes up. Now, tell me about the leads.”

Azriel’s head slightly jerk to the side, breaking off eye contact. It’s as if he’s ashamed, and that couldn’t be right. “The shadows whisper a lot of things but nothing reliable lately. All I know is that Amren was reading when the attack happened. The layout of her apartment remains just as she left it. Whoever this is, stealth is their utmost speciality. Ward manipulation as well.”

Rhysand runs his fingers through his hair, he can feel frustration bubbling up. “Right. That’s better than nothing. Although investigation is not my strongest suit, perhaps I can detect some foreign magic among her hoards.”

Azriel silently wishes his brother all the best of luck. “And what do you want me to do?”

“Your newest assignment is the Spring Court. I want you to look around for a bit; figure out what Tamlin and his new Mate are up to. She mentioned a strange word during the High Lords' meeting. I’m worried if it might be some kind of weapon.” Rhysand explains, deep in thought. He truly thought he had seen the last of Tamlin, content with the belief that the pathetic High Lord would waste his days away in exile. For him to appear with a Mate in his arm sends off every alarm bell. He’s certain that Tamlin is planning something insidious once more.

“Understood. What do you want me to do about his Mate?”

Rhysand recalls what Feyre said to him. “For now, don’t show yourself to her. She’s human. Feyre dislikes her attitude when she tries to warn the female about Tamlin. She’s ungrateful, rude and strange. It sounds like she and Tamlin make the perfect pair.” He snorts. He can’t imagine any female that can put up with Tamlin, Mate or otherwise. If only he Winnowed earlier…

The two continue discussing the finer details of Azriel’s new mission for about 2 hours. Once the Spymaster is properly debriefed, Azriel excuses himself. He’s about to seek out Mor first before leaving the River House, only for a voice to stop him:

“Is it true? Does Tamlin have a Mate?”

When Azriel slowly turns around, there’s Lucien. He’s dressed as impeccable as well, with his red mane in a ponytail. “Doesn’t anyone ever tell you that it’s rude to eavesdrop, fox?”

“Why would I bother to eavesdrop on your very important meeting with Rhysand?” Lucien counters, rolling his eyes. “I just came back from the Wall and wanted to confirm something. Rumours has it that the High Lord of the Spring Court made an appearance during the latest High Lords meeting with a human. Is it true?”

“…It is.”

Azriel watches as an indescribable expression takes over Lucien’s face. He glares at him. “It would be unwise for an emissary of the Night Court to meddle with the affairs of other Courts.”

“Is that a threat, Spymaster?”

“Take it as a friendly warning,” Azriel suggests. Unlike the rest of the Inner Circle, Azriel is still incredibly wary of Lucien, and like hell, will he ever underestimate this Fae when there are still so many things that they don’t know about him. Especially with his intention on Elain, no matter what he claimed. “The situation is becoming dangerous. You wouldn’t want to end up on the other end of someone’s pointed finger.” The implication is clear - any suspicion activities or behaviours from Lucien would mean his newest living quarters to be in the dungeons. And with that, he stalks deeper into the House. Done with the conversation.

Lucien’s mouth presses into a thin line.

He knows what happened to Amren and hears of the monster hiding in the city. Personally, staying in Velaris and keeping the populace ignorant is a horrible idea. Still, he has a feeling that Rhysand wouldn’t announce anything just so he could maintain any semblance of control when in reality, anywhere is safer than the Night Court right now, and Lucien has always been a survivor against all odds. The Spring Court and its High Lord were once his home and friend, and now with such deep bad blood running between them, would he survive Tamlin once more?

He makes his decision.

“When the curtains call the time, will we both go home alive? It wasn’t hard to realise. Love’s the death of peace of mind.” Juno sings using the broom as a makeshift microphone. She’s currently cleaning the master bedroom. Or at least she was.

Today marks the third day since Tamlin disappeared.

She tries not to feel guilty, it’s a feeling akin to slimy tar. She did nothing wrong! She told him about her powers as soon as she got the hang of it and was genuinely honest when she said she would never use it maliciously against him. That should be enough to prove that she’s not like Amarantha… right?

Juno sighs and stops sweeping. Having a conscious can be a pain in the ass sometimes. No longer in the mood, she strides over to a wholly intact dresser where her phone is blaring Bad Omen’s playlist. “Shit, 60% already? And my power bank is dead AF. I really need to stop using my phone so much.” She mourns the inevitable loss of her screen time. Should she start journalling whatever notes she has about ACOTAR somewhere? No, no - she doesn’t want the deal with the risk of it falling into the wrong hands. At least her phone is password-protected. Oh! That reminds her, she needs to have another serious talk with Tamlin about protection against Daematis and she has just the most hilarious contingency plans!

“A man needs his space. That’s what they always say, right?” Juno muses to herself. She’s torn between searching out for Tamlin and staying in the manor. The magic has been returning to him nicely ever since Tamlin has been training and taking care of himself again, so she’s not worried about him (and she doubts she would ever be, to be honest). “I guess I can give him one more day. We really need to start tackling the Rot soon, though. Democracy is way overdue.”

Suddenly, there’s a sharp ripple in the air, and Juno finds herself no longer alone.

“He was right…”

Juno props her arm on the broom and the other one on her hip as she greets this stranger. “Red hair. Cute eye. Handsome face but not as tall as Maedhros. You must be Lucien - now this is a surprise.”

Lucien tilts his head. “Tamlin told you about me?” He didn’t expect that. He fully resigned that whatever friendship they had before had become painful memories - even the good ones. Lucien also didn’t expect such nonchalance from Tamlin’s human. But Feyre was also once a human. That was a painful lesson Lucien had learnt.

“No.” She beams. “So what brings you back to the Spring Court? Finally missed your bestie?”

She’s strange, evidently so. Lucien has never met a human this blasé, as if she has no care in the world despite that he just came in out of nowhere. Has she gotten used to Prythian and, by extension, Fae-kind? Feyre’s initial hatred of them makes her transition period difficult, not to mention that her life was in danger the moment she killed Andras. Another ghost of the past that Lucien will forever carry. “Curiosity leads me here,” He decided and carefully looked around. The manor is still in a horrible state of disrepair, but judging from the broom, she and Tamlin have been cleaning up. The thought oddly makes him relieved. “You know my name but I never did catch yours.”

“It’s Juno. Just Juno. If you want to talk to Tamlin then you’re out of luck. He’s been wandering somewhere for a few days now. I would play the part of a good host and offer you tea or some shit but we don’t have them right now.”

“No, that’s alright,” Lucien hastily replies, his hand raised to stop her. He’s not sure if he even wants to see Tamlin again just yet. “Thank you for the offer. I just…” He shuts up, conflicted with his wants and emotions.

The human female hums. “I can hazard a guess that you weren’t just curious about little ol’ me. You want to know how Tamlin is doing. Some guilty conscious perhaps? Now that’s a bitch and a half. Well, you can either help me clean up as we wait for the Beasty to return to his lair or vamoose back to whoever you came from. I’ll update Tamlin that you drop by. Heh. I always wanted to use that word - vamoose!”

“You’re unlike any human female I’ve ever met in my travels,” Lucien can’t help but admit. Fascinate and wary at the same time. “The way how you carry yourself and speak are foreign to me. How did you ended up in Prythian?”

Juno throws her hands up. The broom clatters on the floor. “Fuck it if I know! Now are you staying or what? I could use some handy air magic to move the rubbles.”

Lucien supposed he could discover what Tamlin had been up to through his Mate. If he’s lucky enough, Tamlin won’t return for a few more days.

“Sure. Where do you want me?”

“The wing where you guys kept that Mayo Muncher, Yoghurt Yoddler - whatever. Tamlin gave me the green light to do a total makeover when I asked so you’re gonna be my sledgehammer.”

“Did… did you mean Feyre?”

“Sorry! I keep forgetting her name. Now let’s go! I’ll answer any questions you got. Seems that’s a trend with you Faes.”

Unbeknownst to Lucien and Juno, Tamlin returns on the same day. Having had enough of wandering aimlessly and with nothing but the Rot as far as he could see, he made peace with more things in his life. While moving forward is incredibly difficult, he owes it to himself and his Court. It’s not about redemption, but finding means where you can be at peace in life. That there’s a viciously petty goddess in human form living with him for the foreseeable future. All in all, not a lot to work with, but it’s high time Tamlin starts somewhere. With that newfound determination, he made his way back home. When he passes through familiar landmarks, he can hear loud noises from somewhere in the manor.

Panic grips his heart. His every thought turns to Juno.

Still in his beast skin, Tamlin leaps inside and rushes to the wing where the walls incessantly haunt him and old paintings he couldn't bear to destroy nestled in various corners. When he notices the redhead beside his human, Tamlin’s claws immediately dig into the ground, grounding his tracks. Lucien immediately spins around and places himself between Tamlin and Juno, flight or fight instincts taking over. His eyes widen when he realises that it’s the High Lord.

“Tamlin? You’re back! We didn’t expect you.” Lucien greets hesitantly. He glances at Juno, who nods before stepping aside.

The Beast transforms into a Fae. Despite wearing a set of loose white shirt, a pair of brown pants and long blond hair wild, Tamlin is ever the picture-perfect image of a prince. “Lucien. Never thought I’d see you again.” His eyes glance at Juno. He doesn’t know what to feel when she shakes her head.

Lucien, for the record, scoffs. “The feelings mutual. The last time we spoke, you were more beast than Fae. There was nothing that I said that could get through you.”

Tamlin takes a step back, his hands ball into fists. Seeing his reaction, Lucien ducks in shame.

“Ok. Y’all need some real talk,” Juno decided, eyes shifting from the two of them. “Get it out of your system but please don’t destroy anything, alright? It’ll be a bitch to clean up afterwards. Actually, wait. Go stupid, go crazy; if this entire wing blows it, it’ll be easier for us to build something new!” She gives them a thumbs up and skedaddles without looking behind.

“Your Mate is something else.” Lucien says in apropos of nothing. “She’s not the kind of female I imagined for you.”

Tamlin sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He wants to correct his once best friend that the Mate thing was just a ruse so that they could easily dupe the other High Lords and their own Mates, but since they no longer have that trust between them, he instead replies, “Did she forced you to help her moved the rubbles?”

“In exchange for information,” Lucien answers without shame. “Though it were mostly about her. I sensed that she speaks the truth but then again, I’m not Morrigan. It doesn’t help that most of her words makes no sense to me.”

“It’s just how she is,” Tamlin settles instead—his demeanour changes, opting for a more serious stance. Slipping into the role of the High Lord has long become his second skin. “Though the fact that an emissary of the Night Court not only trespassed into my home, he was also in close proximity to my Mate. That’s a crime that deserves death. Did you forgot, Lucien?”

The redhead slowly shakes his head, sorrowful, given his history. “Never, High Lord.”

“Then why are you here? Did Rhysand send you?”

“No. No, Tamlin. I came here on my own accord.”

“Why!? Why now and not… not before!? Not after you left me for good!”

“I just need to know that you’re doing alright!” Lucien shouts, his voice thick with despair. “You were my friend, Tamlin! You gave me a place, a home, when I lost everything I knew! I will never forget what you did for me. And to me. You lost yourself so quickly that no matter what I did, I couldn’t reach out to you anymore. I tried, Tamlin; I did! But you were so hellbent on drowning in your emotions that I could hardly recognised you. And then after what Feyre did to the Spring Court ever after I told her that we needed you as an ally - ”

Tamlin swallows roughly. Feyre was the breaking point, shattering whatever he had left - pride, reputation, respect and a long-time friend. But it wasn’t all Feyre’s doing in the end, was it? He’s mature enough to admit that. Mother, what a situation they find themselves in. “I’m sorry.”

Lucien’s jaw is instantly on the floor, gobsmacked. Go big or go home, Juno muttered that once when she tried - and failed - to follow Tamlin’s easiest recipe for a lemon cake.

“I’m sorry. I-I regretted hurting you the most. You were a good friend to the very end. May you found someone worthy of your trust and affection.” A knot untangles in Tamlin’s heart. A burden released finally. It doesn’t matter if Lucien refuses to accept his apology. It’s a closure that he never knew he needed. Though he feels slightly lighter, he’s also tired. When will he truly be free of exhaustion?

“Thank you,” Lucien says when he finds his tongue again. “That means a lot to me. Is your new growth thanks to your Mate?”

“Please, that woman is many things. Vulnerable conversations isn’t one of them.”

“Ah. I reckon she’s a handful?”

“That’s a gross understatement…” Tamlin mutters. He clears his throat awkwardly. “If you’re not here on Rhysand’s orders then it’s not safe for you to be here, Lucien. His paranoia knows no bounds.”

Lucien nods. “Watch your back, Tamlin; your Mate’s too. I fear a new threat is upon us. Oh, and you didn’t hear this from me but a certain Spymaster might be lurking around soon. Remember; you didn’t hear it from me.”

The thought of Azriel snooping around, looking for his weaknesses and potentially sabotaging what they’re trying to do should enrage Tamlin. Instead, he’s not bothered by it. Not anymore.

“I appreciate the heads up. My Mate will handle it.”

Azriel lands in the middle of a forest of the Spring Court.

The moon hangs high in the night sky. It’s not as pretty as the canvas above Velaris.

It’s dead silent, Azriel notices. Even the nocturnal animals are nowhere to be found, which kicks the Spymaster’s heightened senses into overdrive. He purposely avoided landing anywhere near Tamlin’s manor as a precaution; better to play it on the safe side in case the High Lord is roaming around in his Beast form. He tried asking Elain if she Saw anything out of the ordinary, but all she gave him was Tamlin and Juno cooking dinner together. Azriel couldn’t imagine someone as feral as Tamlin to be so domesticated, but he wisely kept that to himself. He thanked Elain for the trouble, though.

The dry leaves crunch underneath his boots as Azriel emerges from the looming forest. The shadows that dance behind the trees whisper all sorts of things to him:

“Sick. Sick. The lands are so sick.”

“One with us. The Beast is one with us.”

“The young can no longer grow.”

“The winds of change carries vengeance with them.”

Concerning but not useful at the moment. He scrutinised his surroundings; nothing but a barren wasteland as far as the eye could see. The landscapes are hardly recognisable that for a brief moment, Azriel wonders if he’s even in the Spring Court. Everything is either dead or dying.

Azriel begins his reconnaissance as methodically as possible - taking in every detail he can see before making his way to the manor, mindful to keep to the shadows in case of any surprises. Unfortunately, one surprise did catch the Spymaster off guard.

He was so focused on the world around him that he failed to notice the thick tree stump 3 steps before him, causing Azriel to slip and fall hands first into a pile of animal faeces. It’s still warm. He curses his luck; he’ll never salvage his pride again if Cassian and Rhysand know about this! He quickly regains his composure and flies to the nearest lake to wash off. It didn’t take long for him to find it.

The lake's surface is murky grey, intensely so even when reflected by the moonlight.

“Azriel… my sweet boy. Will you turn around and look at your mother?”

He stops washing his hands. Blood runs ice cold as he realises the gravity of the situation.

“My son… can you hear me? Please, just… turn around so I can see how much you’ve grown.”

His leathery wings tuck close by instinct, a habit of curling himself small so he could fit on his mother’s lap when he was a boy. Azriel’s body shakes as it takes his entire willpower not to turn around.

“Azriel? Oh, sweetheart; I forgive you for abandoning me. You just need to TuRN aRoUND.”

More voices from all around him. More Bogges closing in on the Illyrian - surrounding him. The very air ripples with malignant intents. The hair on the back of his neck raises in alarm when he feels phantom claws running down his arms. A mockery of his mother’s hug. This doesn’t make sense! He thought that there were none left in the Spring Court!?

“Azriel… are you going to be just like your father? Turn around if you still love me. Turn around!”

He can’t fight the Bogges. Not in their intangible form, and acknowledging them will mean instant death. Shit, shit! He needs to fly away; he needs to retreat -

Cold, wet hands suddenly grab his. He instinctively jerks away, but it’s too late - a swarm of deranged water-wraiths cackled as they drag him to a watery grave. Sinking and sinking and sinking, the surface is getting farther and farther away as the wraiths attack a struggling Azriel. They claw his face, gnaw on his legs and dig into his torso, tainting the already filthy water with blood. He manages to draw his sword, but his swings are slow as they cut through water while the monster deftly dodges his every attack. Some even mocked him. When a pair begins pulling at his wings, panic and pain set in. His brain asks him a question: Die via drowning or consumed by Bogges?

Azriel chooses neither. With a powerful burst of his wings, the pressure pushed the water-wraiths away just enough for him to swim back up and into the sky. He has to retreat - he needs to - his injuries are too deep, and one of the Water-Wraiths manages to claw him in the eye. He can’t heal on land where the Bogges await their meal.

It’s with deep shame that Azriel fly back to the Night Court. His mission is abandoned for now.

In the manor in the distance, Juno watches the speck of black dot vanish between the stars. She raises a glass of water in his direction.

“Better luck next time, Ass-riel.”

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some-pers0n · 1 year ago

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Happy New Year!!

Fandom: TF2

Characters: Engineer, Medic

CW: Drinking. A lot of drinking.

Summary: It's New Years Eve and the pair decided to go out for a drink or two. Thirteen hours later and with the other mercs joining in as well, they're still at the bar. It's fun, definitely, but Engie can't help but feel something a bit...off when looking at Medic.

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Violently sobbing and pounding my fist against the ground. I finally got to the part of my fic where this stupid chapter/scene happens. This has been rotting in my brain since December. Anyways, this is an excerpt from the most recent chapter of my longfic. You don't need to read it to understand anything. Enjoy.

Engie watched in awe as Medic pounded back his twenty-second glass of beer. By god it was impressive.

They'd been in here for a long while now. How long? To Engie, maybe an hour. But, he knew damn well it's been longer than that. He can see the light outside, or more accurately the lack thereof. They'd gotten here at ten and now it's deep into the night. He'd look at a clock, but things were rather hazy and hard to read now.

He wiped the residue from his lips. "Yet another one down, haha!!" he yelled. A quirky thing with him was how he lost any and all control of his voice the minute he got slightly intoxicated. Doesn't matter. The music's loud and Engie couldn't care less. The hangover and hearing loss was a problem for tomorrow.

Tonight? Why not have some fun? Relax. Kick his feet back and enjoy. He deserves it after all that nonsense back at the base. A nice full day out at the bar, bleeding the owner out of all of their supply.

Engie clapped in response. "Hell yeah! Number twenty-two! Think you could go fer another one?"

Medic bubbly giggled. His cheeks were rosy red and his face was fixed into a permanent smile. He looked so goddamn happy. Watching him was an experience all of itself, one that was elevated when the both of you are several drinks deep. Seeing him laugh like that made everything feel less important. Like the only thing that mattered was being with him.

...what the hell was that line of thought? It's what he was experiencing, definitely, but it was strange to think like that. That intense. Feelings. Hah. That's not what he should be thinking about right now. That just made things more confusing.

By the time the Engineer recollected himself, he noticed that Medic was rambling again. In German. He was going a mile a minute. Whatever he was saying was completely lost on Engie. He could barely understand English right now, much less this. The words slurred together into a homogenous slush of vowels and sharply pronounced consonants.

"Uh, doc? Doc?" He snapped his fingers a couple times.

"Und das ist der Grund– hm? Ja?"

"You're back in German mode again. I'd love to know what you're saying."

Medic clasped his mouth, feeling around. "Was I really?" he chuckled. His accent was more obvious than ever, though Engie didn't care. If anything, it was cute.

Engie joined in. "I'll drink to that." He raised his hand once more. "Jessie?"

"Another round?..." the bartender replied, a moderate amount of fear in his voice. "I've already served your booth over forty drinks–"

"Enough chat! I wish to see if I can beat my record time now." Medic rubbed his hands energetically. "Will you join me?"

He shrugged. "Why the hell not?"

Moments later, Jessie brought them more drinks. "Lovely night, I know, but I was wondering when you would both pay off your tab."

"Both? What about Py– Pyro?" Engie turned to see that they weren't there. Completely absent. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember seeing or hearing Pyro for a long while. Where'd he slip off to?

"Ahem, that's beside the point. It's getting close to midnight and I'm going to close up as soon as it happens."

Medic spat a little back into his drink. "Mh? What? You're going to kick us out?! What for? We are res– hic– responsible, you dummkopf!"

Jessie motioned to the rest of the bar. Engie saw that the place was trashed. Slashes and rips in the other booths. The floor was covered with beer and whiskey. A far cry from the clean and inviting atmosphere it once was hours earlier. The other mercenaries were loudly drinking and conversing, with the only one by himself being the Demoman at the piano. He was playing along with the jukebox, adding onto the keyboard section of whatever songs came on. It was a lovely addition if the Engineer was to be honest.

"I see nothing wrong with it," Engie said.

"It's been like this for thirteen hours. None of you have given me any money. Other patrons tried coming in only to be driven out."

"Sounds like their issue. Sorry that we can't help it." He shrugged. Medic snickered in response.

Jessie glared. "I'll have you know that I have been running this bar for–" He stopped to count on his fingers– "six years! I have a family to feed. It consists of me and only me. I'll have you know that I work very hard to get the right amount of lead and radiation in my brew–"

"Oh mein Gott!" Medic yelled, a wide smile on his face. "I love this song."

Engie raised his head to the radio, recognizing the tune instantly. Scout constantly played record after record from Tom Jones. It would be humiliating to not remember that snappy beat and trumpets from that song. "It's Not Unusual" was a neat little jig that he quite liked himself, though Medic seemed far more into it.

"I was talking–"

"Raus, schweinhunde." Medic pushed Jessie out of the way, getting up and over to the dance floor.

"What the hell's that idiot gonna do now?" Engie gave a light-hearted chuckle. He watched expectingly as his partner stood in the middle of it and began to snap along to the beat. He tapped his foot and began to sway back and forth.

He was dancing. He was imitating the signature Tom Jones moves. Pretty damn good as well, especially considering he's had over twenty lead-filled glasses of beer. He moved with grace, but also with enough of his own weirdness and off-beat charm. His own spin on this dance move. Engie sat there in constant silence, observing him.

Then, Medic looked back up. Eye contact. A flash in his eyes appeared for just long enough for Engie to know what he was about to do. Before he could get a word out, he spoke.

"Don't just sit there! Dance with me!"

"Oh, I dunno about that–"

"It'll be fun! Trust me." Medic approached him, holding out his hand. Engineer stared at it for a moment, considering his options.

Well, what's the worst that can happen? He grabbed it, instantly being yanked from the booth. He was dragged along to the floor, with Medic holding up both of his hands.

Engie was no stranger to dancing, especially with another person. One helluva dancer back in his university days. Could impress a whole group of girls (or boys for that matter) with his moves.

But, with Medic, it was a whole other beast. It was as though he'd been lobotomized. Any previous skill and technique he may have learned were just completely erased. At the mercy of whatever his partner had in store for him.

He stepped back, then to the left, back to the right two times. Engie followed along, slowly getting the hang of things. Didn't help that he was half a foot shorter, but he had fun regardless. It was a dance. It's not supposed to be proper and practical.

It must have gone on for a minute of this. "Ohoho! How exciting," he hummed as he repositioned his hand around his back, dipping the Engineer.

"Where the hell you learn to dance?" he asked, a coy smirk on his face.

He shrugged. "Nowhere! First time with a partner." Medic pulled him back right up, twisting him and then spinning him away. "That's what makes it fun, no?" he continued, doing his little dance now. He shook from side to side, shaking his arms in time.

Engie followed after him, doing similar upbeat and energetic moves. God, it knocked the wind out of him quite a bit, but he couldn't care. It was beyond magical. The sheer joy and happiness radiating from the two of them was unmatched. From the extra bit of piano from Demoman to the fact only they were dancing. It was a perfect moment.

Yet, as he looked at his partner, he couldn't help but feel something else. An odd twisting in his stomach. Could be from the beer, but usually they don't ache like this. It was a warm sensation, one that only grew more intense the longer he looked.

There was something off about himself, yet he couldn't quite rationalize what it may be. All he knew was that he was delighted to be around Medic.

Soon enough, the song ended, fading out. The radio host came back on. "Alright, folks, that was Tom Jones. Now, I haven't gotten a song up for you peppercats quite yet, but I'll have you know that right now it's approximately– hold on, lemme check my clock– fifteen seconds until midnight."

Medic straightened out, alert. "Mein Gott! I nearly forgot about the new year. Come, come, quickly! Raus! Everyone, together!" He grabbed Engineer by the side, pulling him closer. "Ten! Nine!"

The other mercs joined in, rushing over. "Eight! Seven! Six!"

They all looked towards the radio, huddled together. "Five! Four! Three! Two!... One!" Then, a jumbled cry of cheer saying, "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"

The group began to clap. Soldier sang Auld Lang Syne along with the Demoman. Others clicked their drinks together. Engineer didn't have anything with him, but he had an idea. He fidgeted with his Gunslinger, switching the ring finger into a blowtorch. A warm blue flame erupted from the fingertips. He waved it around like a makeshift sparkler.

But, as he did so, some stray drops of whiskey and liquor from the other mercenaries' drinks flew at him, passing right through the fire. Without warning, they caught aflame. Mere seconds later, the burning spirit fell to the floor, spreading to the rest of the spilled drink. A fire started right before them.

On second thought, maybe the blowtorch wasn't that great of an idea.

"Oh, fire," Medic said absent-mindedly.

"Huh, that's new," Engie muttered. He wheezed, unable to control his laughter.

"Guess that's the cue to leave, ain't it?" Demo looked to the rest of them.

"I do believe yes. The fire has already spread to the whole bar. I argue this place has five minutes before it begins to care in. I'd rather not die here," Spy added, pressing a cigarette to his lips.

"Ight, let's book it." The Engineer shrugged. They turned around, Medic still clinging to his side. The burning inferno was the least of his worries as of now. He couldn't care less about it or the panicked screams and obscenities thrown at them by Jessie. I mean, it's just a bar. It burning down is nothing that bad.

"Did you do that?" Medic asked. Engineer noticed his weight becoming heavier, as he acted more like a crutch to Medic than anything else. His partner leaned on him, nearly tripping over his own feet as they stepped over the flaming puddles of beer.

"Think so."

He giggled. "Now we're talking!" They both exited the bar, walking into the parking lot. "Come on, Herr Engineer, do we have to go back to the base? Can't we just stay out? It's been forever since we've kidnapped somebody..." Medic's words were slurred and hard to hear.

"We've already been drinking for ages now, doc. Kinda just wanna go back home."

"Oh please! When has th– hic– that ever stopped anybody?"

"Christ, just how drunk are you?"

"I want to put myself in critical condition and barely still alive just so I can go to heaven and see God and spit in his face... Wouldn't that be funny?"

"...that answers that question." Engie was practically carrying Medic now. He was putting every bit of energy to keep him upright and from falling over.

Eventually, they came back to the car. Engie reached for his keys and tried the door, only to then see it rolled down out of nowhere. It gave him quite a fright, but he calmed down upon seeing who was in the driver's seat.

Pyro stared back at them, cocking his head to the side.

"Oh hey, smokes!" Engie grinned. "What are you doin' in here?"

Pyro covered his ears. "Mhh mhmn."

"Too loud? Can't blame you. God, I can already tell my ears are gonna be ringing like nothing else tomorrow."

"Who are you talking to?" Medic muttered. "Oh, hello, Herr Pyro." He waved. Pyro waved back.

"You mind drivin' us? I don't think I can walk straight, much less drive."

Pyro nodded repeatedly. He unlocked the back door, letting them in. Engie opened up the door and slid Medic off and guided him into the seat. "C'mon, it ain't that hard to sit down."

Eventually, Medic slipped into the car. Engie was about to close the door, only for Medic to tug on his arm. "Wait, don't leave me..."

Engineer paused. "What?"

He smiled back. Medic's eyes were cloudy and tired, yet full of life and joy. The toothy grin he gave was heartwarming in every way possible. A beam of light in the darkness of night.

"...oh, alright. I'll stay in the back with ya." Engie got into the back seat, closing the door. "Let's go, Pyro. Back to the base." He tapped on the headrest. Immediately, Pyro shifted it into reverse, jerking the car back before then driving off.

"Woa– oah!" Medic stumbled, recovering from such movement. He snickered and laughed. "Mein Gott, I'm so drunk right now..."

"I know, I know," Engie said calmly and relaxed. "Once we get home, I'm going to bed."

"No afterparty? Nothing?"

"Nah... I already have enough today." He glanced back at Medic. "Thanks for doing this. I really needed some time out."

"Mh? Oh, that was nothing, hehe." He waved his hand dismissively.

Engie felt his stomach tighten into a knot while looking at him. He still didn't understand what he was feeling. This was odd. He knew he'd experienced this sort of thing before, but couldn't remember where or how. It was pleasant though. Through all of this confusion, he knew that this was a good feeling.

The car ride grew silent. The calming droning noise of the engine humming while the wind blew by put Engie at ease. Some peace and quiet after all of that chaos at the bar. A little time to sit and think.

Issue was that thinking hurts to do. His head ached and his throat burned. His ears stung and his stomach churned. He was going to have to deal with the hangover of a lifetime in a bit. Sounds thrilling.

Yet, he couldn't care about that enough. He was still preoccupied with this strange feeling towards Medic. It wasn't just tonight that it happened. He recalled several times before when something like this bubbled up within him. This giddiness from being near him. This want to stay with him. What was it? What...what is it–

Right in the middle of his train of thought, Engie felt Medic lean against him. He looked back to see that his eyes were closed. Moments later, he was snoring and his neck rolled to the side. His head rested on him.

He was so close. So near to him. So warm. So cozy. It was right to be with him.

That's when it hit him. It was as though he sobered up in three seconds as the realization hit him. All it took was for his partner to sleep on him for him to finally get what he was feeling for that fog of confusion to clear up.

This was something different than being friends. Something that Engie had not felt for another person in a number of years.

Looked at Medic. He was so peaceful and cute. The way his glasses were slightly askew and his breathing was slow and relaxing. He could even feel the faint thumping of his heart.

Engie slid his right hand behind Medic, bringing him into a hug. He couldn't deny it any longer. Everything about him was perfect. He was the chaotic whirlwind that complemented his eccentricities. He was the odd madman that truly got what it was like to be an artist by using the sciences. He was the only other one to see his cold, dead heart and not be immediately disgusted. He was happy around him. He was free to do anything with him. He was himself at his absolute best.

He loved Medic. With all of his heart, he loved him.

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toomanywols · 3 months ago

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FFXIVWrite2024 Day 1: Steer

I'm already behind, but at least I'm writing this year \o/

Spoilers for the end of Heavensward (just in case) CW: panic attack, disassociation, very mild self harm Word count: ~1200

“Just let go of the reins. You know I won’t steer you wrong.”

L'yara slipped past the crowd and stumbled into the nearest alley, clutching her head and unsure where she was going – she just knew she had to get away from Aymeric and Midgardsormr and the crowd of temple knights that had gathered to watch the spectacle of the returning Warriors of Light. The Saviors of Ishgard. Were they really to be expected to cheer their victory over Thordan and his knights even while Estinien's pained cries echoed in her ears?

Haurchefant, and then Ysayle, and now Estinien. Another loss. Another failure. She didn’t know how many more she could handle.

The cold bit straight through her thick robes as her back met the stone of the nearest building and she slid down the wall, sitting on the cobblestone street with her knees to her chest and her head in her hands. Her whole body shook, whether from the puddles of melted snow soaking into her clothes or the violent storm of her labored breathing, she couldn’t tell. The tears finally came, streaming unbidden down her cheeks, but still she swallowed her sobs in a desperate attempt to avoid attracting any attention from the crowd gathered at the airship landing. She knew she had to keep moving, couldn’t just stay in the alley forever – someone would notice she’d snuck off eventually – but she couldn’t bring herself to stand, much less flee.

The last time she’d cried like this, it had been in the comfort of Haurchefant’s embrace. He was the only person who wasn’t looking to her for strength in the wake of the Bloody Banquet; the only person who gave her the space and grace to grieve. Now the dam had been broken and she couldn’t hold back the grief that threatened to flood her, and she was left alone to cope with it.

“You aren't alone in this.” She shook her head against the familiar voice; the others wouldn't understand. “Not them. Me.”

“You can't help me.” The words hurt to gasp out, her throat tight from her restrained sobs. “You aren’t even here.”

“Have I done anything other than help you?” the voice snapped. “Have I done anything other than protect you, try to teach you how to protect yourself?” A gasp of a sob finally broke past L’yara’s lips and she clapped both hands over her mouth to prevent more from following. Her shoulders hunched forward and she curled in on herself further, hyperventilating into her palms. All she could think of was how desperately she wanted someone to wrap their arms around her, let her sob into their chest, tell her it was okay to let it out and everything would be alright… the way Haurchefant had.

“I can’t hold you, but I can help.” The voice was softer now, but just as insistent. “Just let go of the reins. You know I won’t steer you wrong.”

She bit her lip to stifle her ragged breathing as her hands slid up to grip the hair at her temples. “Stop. Hurting. Yourself.” Another broken sob escaped her lips and she wrapped her arms around herself, tugging at the fur on her collar instead. “I can take you somewhere you’ll be safe. I just need you to let me.” L’yara gripped her shoulders tightly, rocking forward and back against the wall. With an unsteady breath and a shaky nod, she gave in.

-:-

Byakubu squinted into the dark, trying to make sense of the figure approaching from the docks. From a distance it resembled L’yara, but the way the figure carried themself was nothing like the way the slight miqo’te woman moved. As the figure got closer, L’yara’s features became more clear, but the expression on her face only confused him more. Wary, Byakubu knocked on the storehouse door.

“Master Oboro,” he called in a low voice, “I think I need your eyes.” Their master had spent the most time with L’yara during her training, so surely he would know if this was their comrade or some sort of imposter. Oboro came to the door with a furrowed brow, his eyes widening when he saw the figure heading their way.

“L’yara?” he asked, excitement tinging his tone before he picked up on the strangeness Byakubu had wanted him to investigate. Byakubu opened his mouth to say he wasn’t so sure, but before he could manage a word L’yara was doubling over as if in pain, clutching at her head. “L’yara!” Oboro leapt from the storehouse steps, rushing forward to meet her.

L’yara looked up at the sound of his voice, bleary eyes squinting at him in the dim light. “Oboro?” she asked, confused by the sight of him. The last she remembered, she was in Ishgard. She reached toward him, tried to take a step forward, and stumbled. Shukuchi closed the gap between them in a flash, and Oboro managed to catch her as she fell. L’yara grasped at his shoulders, unsteady on her feet, and murmured, “What am I doing here…?”

“Are you injured?” Oboro asked, concern flooding his voice. L’yara shook her head, then clutched her temple when the movement made her vision swim. She faltered again, and Oboro held her tighter against his chest. “Let’s get you inside.”

-:-

The storehouse was a lot emptier now, with Tsubame and many of their countrymen having returned to their home village. Oboro set L’yara up with a futon mat in one of the back rooms, and Yomei made them tea. The pair sat in silence for quite some time while L’yara sipped her drink, unsure how to explain how she’d gotten there, or anything that had led to it. She still wanted nothing more than to cry, to sob and wail and let her grief flow, but she was too exhausted. Despite having no memory of her trip, it had clearly taken as much out of her as the preceding events had. Oboro was the one to finally break their silence.

“Despite the circumstances, it’s good to see you again after so much time.” L’yara looked up at him with her sunken, tired eyes, and Oboro gave her a soft smile. “I’ve worried about you, especially with the reports we’ve gotten from the other Domans still stationed in Mor Dhona…”

L’yara dropped her gaze. “Yes. Much has happened.”

Oboro waited, wondering if she would elaborate, but when her gaze stayed fixed on the wooden floorboards he gave a nod of understanding. “I see.” He finished his tea and stood, holding out his hand to collect L’yara’s cup as well. “I’ll let you rest. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need. We’re glad to have you.” L’yara finished off her tea as well, and handed her cup to Oboro.

“Thank you, Oboro,” she called after him. Oboro paused in the doorway, turning back to her and bowing in his very Doman manner, bringing a smile to L’yara’s lips. He smiled in return, and left her alone. L’yara blew out the lantern he’d left with her and settled down into her futon. As she closed her eyes, a smile returned to her lips once more.

“And thank you… Fray.”

#ffxivwrite2024 #ffxiv fanfic #ffxivwrite #ffxiv fic #oboro torioi #fray myste #my ocs #l'yara nulah #oboyara #finally writing this lil scene i've had in mind for ages......#glad I had the opportunity!

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the-humiliated-man · 2 years ago

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Pinky Power (an original story)

Summary: After weeks of fighting, Kai gets you to say what you really want.

Warnings: angst, smut, cursing, some physical violence.

Written by: the-humiliated-man

This is kind of a long one but I hope you like it :)

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Things had been pretty tense lately between you and your boyfriend, Kai. Many nights ended with screaming matches resulting in you sleeping on the couch or with Winter in her room. Now that things were picking up speed with Kai’s campaign for City Councilman, he became only focused on his plans rather than your relationship much less anything else.

The smallest thing would set him off into a fit of violent rage. Like the time you tried to make sexual advances towards him while he was watching the news. He pushed you off of him and onto the ground, standing over you with a fuming stature.

“How many fucking times have I told you not to interrupt me while I’m doing important work? You think I want to fuck you right now? You’re fucking pathetic, Y/N” he spat down at you coldly. Without another word from him, you wiped your eyes and crawled away from him and rushed to the basement steps. Once you were closed into your and Kai’s shared room, you dropped on the bed and sobbed. Embarrassment and sorrow overcoming you.

The rest of that night was spent curled up on the bed, weeping yourself to sleep. Alone.

Events like that night had been a common occurrence in the past few weeks for you and Kai. Not to mention the fact he hasn’t touched you once in that time. You had long given up even trying to have sex with him. With his attitude recently, it was pointless.

So now you sat in the basement surrounded by all the other members of the cult. They were humming in agreement with whatever Kai was saying. Truth be told, you’d stopped listening a little after the meeting began. You had little interest in his words anymore because you knew it all took priority over your relationship.

Cheers and applause erupted around you, causing you to jump from your thoughts. By instinct, you began clapping, but not even bothering to look enthusiastic while doing so. Your eyes were glued to the crumpled dixi cup behind Kai’s foot. It wasn’t until you felt movement in the room that you decided to lift your eyes.

Everyone began filing out of the basement, buzzing lowly with conversation. You stood to your feet just as Ally made a B-line right for you.

“Are you okay, Y/N? You have seemed off lately.” She whispered lowly, placing a hand on your shoulder. Your mind quickly began trying to piece together a good excuse to give her.

“She’s fine, Ally. Y/N is just on the rag,” Kai’s voice broke the silence, appearing out of nowhere. You and Ally both froze in surprise. He stood just feet away, staring at you in a daring way. You recovered quickly by rolling your eyes and looking back at Ally, who was still staring at Kai.

“Go home Ally, I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” You said in a lighter tone, trying to ease her mind. She finally shifted her eyes to you and nodded.

“Okay. Call me if you need anything.” She spoke softly. Not quite at peace but wanting you to think she was. She walked slowly, as if on thin ice, past Kai, up the stairs and out of the basement. Kai had now moved deeper into the basement without saying anything to you. You quickly grew fed up with the silent game and began walking to the stairs.

“You’re not going anywhere. Get back here and sit down” he spoke boldly. You turned to see him standing by the table. His hands hung loosely at his sides. His chin was raised at a cocky angle and he looked at you.

“Oh now you want to spend time with me?” Your words shocking you as soon as they left your mouth. Kai only took a deep breath, closing his eyes, before taking a seat at the table. His right arm came up onto the table, his hand held up, pinky pointing from his closed fist. Shit.

“Come, my love. You know you desire to,” Kai’s voice was now soft and inviting. You felt your legs moving you toward the table and taking a seat opposite from him. But your hands remained in your lap, stubbornly.

“Now, baby,” the pet name you hadn’t heard in so long ignited a spark in your tummy. You lifted your arm onto the table and linked your pinky with his.

“Now that we’ve made contact, you must answer all of my questions with the complete truth” his grip tightened and you nodded.

“What fills you with rage?”

The question almost made you laugh. Was this really his first question? Was he really that oblivious? Or did he just want to hear you say it?

“You, Kai” you said unwavering, holding strong eye contact with the man before you. The smile that spread across his face caught you off guard. So he did just want to hear you say it.

“Why do I enrage you, Y/N?” His taunting tone only fueled the annoyance in you even further. You were ready to tell him exactly how you felt. A ballsy thing to do around him.

“Well for starters, Kai, you treat me like shit. You talk to me like I’m stupid and make me feel worthless. Not to mention you haven’t even bothered to fuck me in weeks. I haven’t came in so long all because you refuse to even acknowledge me half the time. You say you love me but your actions say otherwise.”

You were now leaning over the table, inches from his face. Your stare alone could turn him to stone. Kai looked down at your interlocked pinkies. Your knuckles white with the intensity of your grip. Theres a squint in Kai’s eyes when he looks back at you.

“So you were just faking it all those times you touched yourself late at night when you thought nobody was watching?” The hardness and gravel to his voice all but dared you to lie to him. How the fuck had he seen that? You were certain he was always too busy to come upstairs for anything. What with the news and constant planning of a revolution.

You opened your mouth to respond, but he beat you to it.

“The way your legs were shaking didn’t seem so fake to me. Neither did the moans and the mess you’d leave on the sheets” his smirk was long gone by now. You decided there was no point to bullshit anymore. It is pinky power, after all.

“It’s not the same, Kai. And you know that.” You found your confidence as each word came out. Kai’s Adam’s Apple bobbed as he let out a quick huff of amusement. A light glint in his eyes.

“I should punish you for lying. But I have a feeling you’re already punishing yourself” Kai’s tone was entertained. He thought nothing was wrong? That it was all you? Fuck that.

“No, you are already punishing me, Kai. You’re punishing me with how you treat me. Like I’m some useless afterthought. I have been there for you since day one. Before Harrison, before Beverly, before Speed Wagon. Yet you treat them a thousand times better than you do me. Why?” You weren’t holding back anymore.

Kai nodded, squeezing your pinky a tad tighter.

“I’ve always admired you for saying what’s true in your heart, Y/N. I haven’t treated you fairly. There’s so much pressure on me with this campaign. I have to make it perfect so we can live in a world of security, power. Y/N, you are what keeps me going. And I’m truly sorry I’ve made you feel this way.” His voice seemed so sincere. So broken.

Your eyes glossed over with emotion. You knew he meant every word. Your mind couldn’t even make words for a response. Kai took that time to engulf your hand with his free hand and rub slow circles.

“What would you like from me, my love?” The words were like a breath of fresh air to your heart and mind.

“You, Kai. I want you. Your attention. Your love. Your touch” you emphasized the last word, slightly pulling his arm closer to you. His face bloomed into a smirk that dripped with lust. Just then, he stood up from the table, breaking contact and walking around so he was standing beside your seated self. His hand reaching your hair and stroking softly.

“Yeah? You want my touch? You want to feel me ignite every desire inside you? That’s what you want?” The tone that once annoyed you to high heavens is now forming a damp spot in your underwear.

“Yes, baby. That’s what I want” you mewled into his side. The thought of Kai finally touching you made your body shiver with excitement. You couldn’t count the times you laid in bed fantasizing about the day he’d touch you again.

“Come, my love.” Kai’s hand outstretched towards you. You eagerly took it and stood, following Kai out of the basement, in comfortable silence.

The trip to your room passed in a flash due to the dirty thoughts that occupied your mind. Kai’s wet blue hair swung weakly as he lead you down the hall. The muscles on his back flexed almost sinfully with each step he took. God you could just let him take you right there in the hallway. Your door opened and you walked in, giddily. You began turning around to face Kai when you were grabbed and slammed up against the closed door. Kai’s face centimeters from yours.

Without a word, his lips ghosted over yours causing your breath to hitch. Kai pressed his body up against you and traced your jawline with his soft lips. The stubble on his face made you giggle lightly. You could feel him smile against you.

“Something funny, baby?” He pulled his head from the crook of your neck to look at you. Blue hair hung in his face and his breathing was collected. You tucked his stray hairs behind his ears.

“Your beard tickles, Kai” you giggle again, causing Kai to smile warmly. God you’ve missed that smile so much. You could stare at it all day. But Kai had other plans. He slowly leaned in and licked your bottom lip, opening your mouth to him. He took that to go ahead and place his tongue directly into your mouth and began to kiss you deeply.

Your hands flew into his hair and his gripped at your waist. The kiss became messy as your tongues clashed and your clothed crotches began grinding together. Before you knew it, your back was on the bed with Kai standing in between your legs. His hands slid up your thighs and to the waist band of your sweats. In one swift motion, he pulled your pants, along with your panties, down and off completely. Your fully exposed center drew Kai’s eyes away from yours.

“Take your clothes off, Ka- oh fuck!” Kai’s fingers abruptly entered you, causing your vision to blur. His digits moved in a feverish speed, spreading your arousal onto his hand and the sheets.

“You wanted my touch, right?” His tone was mocking and so fucking sexy. You moaned in response as you came undone on his hand.

You were a little embarrassed by how quick you came. He could tell by the rosiness of your cheeks. Fuckity fuck fuck.

“That was fuckin quick. Did you enjoy that?”You whined in response as his hand withdrew from your slick entrance. He bore a smirk as he took his shirt off. Once removed, he undid his belt and slid his pants and boxers down his legs, letting his hard dick slap against his abdomen. His pink tip leaked arousal and smeared just below his belly button. Your mouth watered and a tingling feeling spread between your legs.

Without thinking, you sat up onto your knees and kissed him. His hands moved down to your ass and squeezed harshly, provoking a moan from you. You broke the kiss to remove your shirt, exposing your large, perky breasts. You moved your hands down to his dick and stroked slowly and firmly. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, letting you pleasure him. After a moment, he looked back into your eyes.

“Lay down on the bed and open your legs for me” he spoke low and direct. Nobody had to tell you twice. You immediately did as asked and lay yourself down, legs wide open. His eyes lingered for only a second before crawling onto the bed and in between your legs. He slid his tip through your folds. The slick sound alone made him roll his eyes in desire.

“Please fuck me.” you shrieked in frustration, trying to thrust your hips into his. Only a growl left his lips as he pushed into you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he immediately set a punishing pace. The bed jolted under your bodies as he tore you apart. His mouth found its way to your nipple and sucked cruely. He loved marking your body so that everyone knew who you belonged to. It used to annoy you, but now it’s edging you closer to another release.

Words failed to form in your head as he pounded relentlessly into you. The moans he let out were vulnerable and unbelievably sexy at the same time. His lips latched onto your neck as his speed somehow increased. Soon all that was heard was the slick sounds of skin smacking against each other and needy moans. You felt the familiar knot tightening in your tummy.

“Please, Kai. Please let me cum.” You groaned, trying to keep in touch with reality. His hips never faltering.

“Yes. Cum for me, my love,” he rasped and that was all you needed before you surrendered to your orgasm. Your legs began to shake while Kai kept his pace. His moans were becoming more frequent and strained.

“Fuck, cum for me, my Devine Ruler” you moaned in the most pornagraphic way possible. The nickname made Kai’s hips sputter and a long groan leave his lips.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N. I’m gonn- oh fuck yes I’m cumming” he lets out a higher pitched moan as he began slamming his hips into you while warm spurts of cum spilled inside of you.

Kai laid his body on top of your sweaty one, still buried deep inside of you. Your breathing was staggered and heavy as you lay there in blissful silence, holding your boyfriend’s shaky body. After a few moments of stillness, Kai lifted his head from your damp chest and looked at you.

“Tell me, my love. What are you thinking?” His voice was so gentle and his black eyes had a doe like gleam. You ran your fingers through his hair and onto his chin.

“I am just glad to have you back, Kai. To feel you again ” you replied, barely over a whisper due to the surge of emotions. Kai sensed your fragility and reached up to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“I will always be with you, Y/N. Now lay your head down and rest. Because in the morning, I’m going to make you feel me over and over again“ and with that, he pulled out of you, forcing a whimper from both of you, and pulled you into his side.

With no need to say anything further, you both drifted to sleep, both dreaming of what the morning would hold.

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twomrw · 5 months ago

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Ups & Downs

“...aaaannnnddd we’re done.”

Esther steps back to survey her handiwork with a smile that is bordering on radiant. Her left hand comes up to cover her mouth but the sound still escapes her. It sounds suspiciously like a sob and Meg opens her eyes in alarm at her little sister.

“Don't!” she blurts, both a warning and a plea.

“I can't help it! You're so beautiful!” Esther sobs again.

“You have to try. Because once you start…” Meg tilts her head back, eyes already welling with tears and both manicured hands coming up to fan her face.

Esther’s eyes widen in panic, her hands joining Meg’s in violent flapping.

The danger escaped, Meg lets her head and shoulders fall in relief.

“Sorry.” Esther offers her a sheepish smile and all Meg can do is shake her head.

“At least if you made me ruin my make up you’d know how to fix it.”

“True.” Esther's beaming smile is back and then she’s crushing her sister in a hug. She pulls back, eyes watering again and the rogue tears are evident in her voice when she speaks again. “I'm soooo happy for you.”

Meg doesn't attempt to speak. She only nods and tries to swallow the lump in her throat.

A bright melody shatters the silence, but not the affection between the sisters.

“Right on time,” Esther remarks. “Aren't I amazing?” She asks the rhetorical question while fishing her phone out of her tote bag and turning off the alarm.

Once again, Meg only shakes her head in amusement.

Esther pockets her phone, before clapping her hands together.

“Alright…” she announces, “Make up done. Hair done…well…almost. I just need to pop over into the reception area to get the flowers out of the cooler and then we can get you into your dress so I can walk you to meet the love of your life!” With each word Esther had gotten more exuberant and excited.

Meg smiles at her fondly. She is so glad that the two of them have been able to reconnect after so many years of estrangement. It’s nice having a sister again.

“I love you. You know that?”

The declaration gives Esther pause, but only for a second, before she breaks into an obnoxious grin and preens with exaggerated conceit. “Of course! Most people can't help it.”

The two sisters are still grinning at each other when another one of Esther's alarms goes off.

“Whoops! That's my cue!” She makes it to the door. “I'll be right back.”

“I'll be right here when you get back.”

“You better! Because if I find out you or Dan have snuck out to see each other. I'm stealing your passports and going on your honeymoon myself.”

Meg schools her features into a serious expression, before offering her sister a mock salute, “Yes, Boss!”

Esther points two fingers to her own eyes and then out to her sister in an “I'm watching you” gesture and slips out the door.

Meg lets out an amused chuckle before turning to face the mirror, the smile still on her face. She pauses, surprised. She hasn't seen herself like this in a while, all dolled up, looking very put together, looking happy. She thinks about what it's taken to get here, the highs and the lows, the ups and downs and she smiles wider at herself in the mirror, eyes shining with unshed tears, because she is happy, so happy.

Her eyes drift to a folded sheet of paper sticking out of the front pocket of her carry on. She stands and plucks it out of the bag, her fingers tracing the words that she lovingly pressed into the paper last night. She smiles. It’s more of a goofy grin, she realizes as her eyes meet her reflection in the mirror again. She doesn’t even have the gall to feel embarrassed at her giddiness. The feeling merely swells at the knock on her door.

She moves to open it with a grin and a “That was fast—“

The rest of her sentence falls off into silence as she’s met with an unexpected person at the door.

“Martin? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be getting ready with the groomsmen?”

Despite her confusion, Meg smiles warmly at the boy. He looks so handsome, his bow tie tied neatly, its colour the closest match they could find to his sister’s dress.

He pulls an envelope from behind his back and sticks it out towards her with a mischievous grin. “Uncle Dan asked me to deliver this to you.”

Meg quirks an eyebrow in question at the boy as she takes the envelope from him, but his grin only grows. He’s about to run off in the direction he came from when she stops him.

“Martin! Wait!”

She returns to the desk, grabbing one of Esther’s many coloured pens before scribbling “Not sure if this is a case of great minds think alike or the other less flattering proverb” followed by an upside down smiley, onto one of Esther’s neon green Post-It Notes. She pulls it up, and smoothes it onto the folded letter on the desk, with a sound of satisfaction before handing it Martin.

“Take that to your uncle for me, please.” She says before leaning down and smacking a kiss on the young man’s cheek. He beams at her and is off, before she can wipe away her lipstick stain on his cheek. No doubt Dan will tease him about that when he gets back.

She closes the door, leaning on it as she eyes the envelope on the desk. A coalition of butterflies start an interpretive dance routine in her stomach as she remembers the first time she got a letter from Dan. She stalks over to the desk with intent, but as she reaches for it she hesitates, drawing her hand back towards her. Should she wait? That might be a good idea. But he had it delivered before the ceremony, so he must have wanted her to read it now.

She picks up the envelope and inhales deeply. It smells of him. She wonders if he sprayed it with cologne intentionally, or if the paper has just spent so much time touching his skin that it picked up his scent. She peels the flap open, gingerly, wincing at every tear until she can free the folded paper inside.

With a deep breath she unfolds it, her eyes drinking in the words greedily. She makes it past the first two lines before falling unceremoniously into her seat. Margaret’s left hand comes up to her mouth and she begins to cry.

As if on cue, the door opens and Esther slips in with a plastic container that’s already littered with droplets of condensation. Margaret lets out another sob turning towards her sister and Esther almost drops the container of flowers to the ground.

“What’s wrong?”

Meg can hear the panic in her tone and shakes her head vigorously to communicate without words. She doesn’t think she can manage words at a time like this. Esther’s eyes drift to the letter clutched in her hands and her eyes narrow in realization.

“I’m going to kill him!”

Meg lets out a cross between a laugh and a sob.

Twenty minutes later, a shaky Meg is being walked down the aisle by Esther. She can’t take her eyes off the man waiting at the altar for her. His eyes sparkle with mischief and joy and hope and love and Meg can’t help but fall a little more in love with him at the sight. He keeps eye contact with her the whole way up the aisle and Meg thinks it’s a good thing because she can feel the intensity of Esther’s glare beside her.

She misses the threat that Esther gives him, because she’s too busy grinning back at Mel in her pretty blue dress, so excited that she can barely stand still.

Her attention is drawn back to Dan when he gently places her arm on his. He leans in to whisper. “You’re late.”

Her head snaps towards him but he’s already turned to face the minister. Her scowl only deepens when she notices his small smirk.

She whispers back anyway, “That’s because someone had the bright idea to send me a letter after my make up was already done.”

His smirk widens and he turns to her this time so that he can gesture to the pocket in his jacket. “You didn’t have to read it right away. I’m saving mine for the plane.” He pats the pocket in question for emphasis.

She’s only allowed to stew for a minute, before he’s leaning in again and reciting the question from the letter he wrote. She turns to him and with the earnestness and sincerity of a woman marrying the love of her life, she responds.

“With you? Always!”

More from Meg & Dan: Lost & Found

More Love is Round: Love is Round and Other Stories

More of my Writing: Masterlist

#creative writing #short story #writeblr #wedding #sistership #love is round #Meg #Esther #Dan #Martin #Mel

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heartcomms · 1 year ago

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days over a minute (II)

pairing: abby anderson x reader

a/n: part II !! i always feel obliged to apologise for my posts being long. i’m trying so hard to not rush anything so i ask again everyone please BARE WITH ME 🙏.

warnings: talks of addiction, swearing, talks of anxiety, display of anxiety.

you were barely awake when you heard the facetime ringtone coming from your phone. ellie had made a habit of calling you at odd hours due to the time zone differences, but you didn't mind. it was about 7 am for you and about 11 am for ellie. she called you to talk about the new video that the club's media team had posted. that day was abigail's first training session with the team since she came back to the team. you vividly remember trying not to scoff when everyone clapped for her as she stepped foot on the grass.

you couldn't believe it. you couldn't believe that she had the opportunity to return to work as if she deserved a reward after violently assaulting her girlfriend.

you did try to understand her at first, you had many conversations with vladlena, who you became more comfortable with, abigail’s parents split when she was very young so she mostly had her dad around during her childhood, however they fell out when she came out to him at 16, which is when she moved to england to join waltfield’s academy. they stopped sending each other updates after the third year she moved to england, but last year, she received a handwritten by her mother, announcing that her father was diagnosed with liver cancer.

and then abigail got laid off for 3 weeks due to her poor performances on the pitch, and later that year, abigail didn’t get a national team call up for the first time in 6 years. that made her hit rock bottom. and prescription after prescription, she just spiraled. you almost humorously scoffed at the sob story.

the day abigail came back, you made sure she knew that you didn’t want anything to do with her. you almost ran to the opposite direction every time she was near you or walking in your direction, when you had to make teams for the mock match you gripped bruna’s arms so she could lead you to the other team. at the end of the session, you barely listened to your head coach’s speech. you quickly hit the showers and left the training center.

you couldn’t say anything to ellie. you respected vladlena too much to go around to tell a story that’s not yours to tell. whenever abigail got brought up in conversation you’d just frown and change the subject, just like today.

“are you doing anything tonight, it’s match day, today.” you asked ellie, expecting her to stop talking about your infamous teammate.

ellie’s brows drew together and she hummed. you chewed on the inside of your cheek as you waited for her answer.

“i don’t know. i think dina wanted to go somewhere.” she almost whispered. like she knew you’d be a little offended.

things weren’t as comfortable between you and ellie since you went pro, you didn’t want to bring it up but you felt how tense she got sometimes, maybe it was the distance, you missed her too so you didn’t dig deeper.

“oh, great”, you paused, not sure what to say. “cool. that’s really great.” you said with a quick smile. you didn’t want to argue. like at all.

“yeah”, she smiled “i have to go though, text me before your match starts so i can watch it, okay?” you nodded and ended the call. you were a bit sad about ellie acting so casual about your first match with the team but decided to not think too much about it and got ready for the day.

you did some stretching exercises and then got up to make some breakfast. while eating you checked your phone and checked the club’s groupchat. you rolled your eyes at the thread of message sent by vladlena,

lena

🎉 first day back in the league 🎉

it’s game day team! we’re finally back, let’s give our best on the pitch today.

& let’s also give abby, y/n, sofia and bruna and the warmest welcome at widow park today.

let’s go walters ! 🤍

+44 7911 7890

thanks lena. let’s give our best today guys.

abigail’s number was the only one you didn’t save. for petty reasons. you liked lena’s message and left your phone to charge on the kitchen table. you cleaned up after yourself and left the room to take a shower, got dressed and texted lewis so he could come pick you up.

when you got to the stadium, you joined the team into the locker room. you greeted everyone with a wave and went to sit in your cubby. you were changing when you saw abigail get next you. she smiled at you and sat in the empty cubby next to yours. you didn’t smile but you looked back at her, waiting for her to speak.

“hey, um. i don’t know if lena told you,” you tried to not physically reacted at the fact that she was comfortable talking about vladlena with you. you were tempted to laugh at her entire demeanor. she carried herself was completely different from the last time you saw her. she fidgeted with her hands and slowly rocked in place. like a kid that had done something wrong and came to confessed to a parent.

“there’s a pre-match interview and uh, would you. do you think, you could do the interview with me ? it’s also your first match at home and lena said it would be great if, me, i mean. i’m the leader of team and it’s also my first match in a long time so, i, uh. yeah.”

“okay.” you said in an undertone.

“okay?” she asked again.

“yeah, sure.” you replied.

“okay, great. i’ll text lena to let her know you’re on board.” she smiled

you nodded at her back and continued to change, you pulled your hoodie over your head and put it in your bag and reached for your jersey. abigail was still there next to you. you looked back at her and saw her eyes dart between your chest and your face. you looked at your chest and saw that you were only wearing a bra. she was checking you out. abigail anderson just fucking checked you out. you would’ve jim’ed the camera if you were in the fucking office but this is real life. what the fuck. you could not dream of entertaining her any further so you crossed your arms and loudly asked,

“did you need anything else?” she looked up at you with wide eyes and got up. she was suddenly so close to you, you felt attacked by the way she towered over you.

“uh, sorry. i’m sorry. no. nothing else. thank you. thank you for doing this with me.” she muttered. you turned around and put on your jersey and threw her a tight lipped smile. you sat in your cubby to put on your socks and watched her walk to her own cubby, that was almost in front of yours, you watched her start her pre-match routine, how she sometimes chimed into the general chatter of the locker room. as you watched her, you couldn't help but feel discomfort. the same mouth that was laughing with teammates, who you now cared about, was the same one that cursed at vladlena and called her degrading names. the same hands that hugged people you now called friends, were the same ones that choked your other friend for pills. it was hard to think of anything else.

as you finished getting dressed, vladlena texted both you and abigail to come to the media room to get ready for the interview.

the excitement of the upcoming match started to build within you, you almost bolted out of the locker room, not waiting for abigail. when you reached the media room, you met lena at the door. you greeted her with a big smiled that she did not reciprocate when she saw abigail walking far behind you. she mouthed ‘be nice’ and waited for abigail to start prepping the both of you for the interview. she went over the questions you could possibly get, how you should sit, where you should look. she did the same with your teammate but less details, because obviously, she was already used to all of this. vladlena then guided you both into the media room where your team’s coach, was already sat, answering questions. lena waved at the coach from the back of the room and pointed at the two of you. he nodded back and finished his answer,

“but enough of that, you now get to speak with the real geniuses, abby anderson and y/n y/ln.” the entire room clapped. you both walked to the table and sat down. lena stayed next to the table pointed at a reporter so he could ask questions.

“hello, this is katie lauren from OORTE England, question for abby anderson please. abby, well first, welcome back. we’ve already asked your coach, mr moore, about your fitness, but i want to ask you personally, how you feel at the moment, are you okay? how ready are you? are you playing today?” the reporter sat back down. abby looked at the coach and then vladlena before answering, they both nodded, so she brought the mic up and answered,

“hi! thank you for your question, katie. my answer is going to be similar to the first one you got, yes i will play and i am very eager and ready to go back on the pitch, i’ve been back in training for almost a month now and yeah.” she smiled. “i’m ready.”

vladlena smiled at abby before pointing to another reporter.

“hello, marc lyes from le jt, question for y/n.” the man said in french.

“wait.” vladlena interrupted and point her ear to you and abigail meaning that you had to wear your eardbud in order to get a translation. but you knew french.

“i can understand, go on.” you looked at the man. he smiled at you, surprised.

“you speak french, that’s great.” he said in english. you weren’t fully fluent but you could hold a simple conversation. before waltfield, a french club had shown interest in you, so you dug up some of your old high school french notebooks.

“y/n, i would love to talk about your position, in your old team, you often played as a midfielder, but today, we can see your in a different position, center back. what do you think of your new position ?” he sat back down. you looked vladlena who gave an encouraging smile and spoke,

"it is not my favorite position but helping the team is what's most important." you and the reporter both laughed at the way you struggle to find the french word for 'team'.

“but um, i am very ready to help the team and bailey, jenni, leah, carolina and jelena who play midfield are amazing players so i think we're safe." you said in french. "i also hope my accent wasn’t too strong, i probably butchered some words, i’m sorry.” you announced. the reporter sat back on his sat and the mic had been passed to another reporter so he just gave you a nod and a thumbs up.

abigail spoke to you but directly into the the mic,

“you need to tutor me.” laughs erupted in the room, you hesitantly laugh, not getting where the joke was. lena pointed at another reporter,

“hello, elisha farr from the host, question for abby, last season, there has been some tension with you and the coaching staff of the team, mr moore who is your club’s coach but also the national usa women’s team was claimed responsible for your temporary layoff, did you both hear each other out, how are things between you and the coach.” bruna and vladlena warned you about the abigail and owen moore, your coach, situation. basically he was the one who found out her drug problem. he didn’t help her, he didn’t try to, he just laid abigail off for a few games and waited for her to get over it. and then he said some things about her is the media when he was asked why she didn’t get the call up at world cup. they’ve been butting heads since then.

“things are better, i would say. owen has his own views and i have mine, there are things we could’ve handled different and yeah there were obviously a lot of things said by the media and people having opinions which is absolutely fine, we hashed things out and i am still very grateful to get to learn from one of our nation’s best.” she didn’t directly look at you, but her head was turned in a way she still kind of see you. she had that unreadable look on her face, she looked somewhat sad but also annoyed.

the room was bathed in the soft glow of white ceiling panels, casting a gentle light on abigail's head. her hair cascaded down, revealing strands that were lighter than the rest, suggesting a recent dye job. the glint of two small earrings caught your attention, a detail you had never noticed before. in your limited interactions, you had only seen her in sports attire with her hair tied up, no jewelry. as she casually brushed her hair behind her ear, your gaze shifted to the delicate, shiny gold watch adorning her left wrist.

it all came to you: the lights, the voices, the noises.

you felt out of place as the world around you turned into a blur of voices and noise.

you were in over your head. this wasn't where you belonged. You weren't ready. you didn't have enough training.

the stress of the upcoming game, the high hopes from your teammates, and suddenly being in the spotlight with this interview... the room felt suffocating.

somehow, abigail sensed that you weren't present anymore and signaled to vladlena that she needed to end the conference. abigail got up as vladlena announced that both of you had to get ready for training, and she guided you out of the room. you didn't have time to thank her; you couldn't. you rushed to the bathroom, desperately seeking relief. your mind went blank as the words rolled out of your mouth,

“monday's child is fair of face

tuesday's child is full of grace

wednesday's child is full of woe

thursday's child has far to go

friday's child is loving and giving

saturday's child works hard for his living

and the child that is born on the sabbath day

is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.” you chanted as you paced.

one step for one day, one day for one minute. it’ll pass.

you didn’t stop when someone entered the room; you just couldn’t stop.

“hey. it’s abby.” she watched you as you paced. she stayed in front of the door.

“monday's child is fair of face

tuesday's child is full of grace

wednesday's child-” she got a little bit closer to you.

“i think you’re having an anxiety attack.” she hesitantly stated.

“thursday's child has far to go

friday's child is loving and giving

saturday's child works hard for his living-”

"okay, i’m going to get in front of you," she said, taking a step forward. “and we're going to breathe together." she jumped in front of you, halting your steps, and held both of your hands. you looked into her eyes and stopped chanting.

"great, y/n, now you breathe with me," she said, inhaling in an exaggerated manner and then exhaled. you copied her. it did help a little. you focused on her and tried not to think of anything else that could trigger you back into your compulsive thoughts. you both worked on your breathing until abigail saw your frantic eyes soften,

“i’m going to let go of you, okay?” and she did. she let go of both of hands, took a step back.

“i’m so s-”

“look. i know this is probably the worst time, like ever, to say this but i know you’re never going to talk to me ever again because you fucking hate me, which i understand, cause i’ve been so fucking terrible lately, and, and, and, what i did to lena, what you had to witness, it’s not me.” you were surprised, to say the least. “she told me, yeah.” she paused.

“lena, she’s…she’s too good for me. we talked and we’re okay now. she told me about how you’ve been there for her ever since that day and uh, thank you. thank you doing what i couldn’t do.”

you didn’t know what to say. what was there to say?

“you don’t have to say anything, i’m so sorry. you just,” she ran her hand through her hair and sighed. “you just had a panic attack and i’m fucking venting. sorry.” she turned around to leave but stopped before opening the door, “we’re just going over positions and tactics one last time with owen in the locker room, if you don’t want to come out at all, i’ll cover for you, it’s okay.” she left before you could reply.

abigail's unexpected act of kindness caught you off guard. despite everything, she showed genuine concern for your well-being and even took the time to help you calm down.

you took a deep breath and reach for the door, you stepped out of the bathroom, ready to face whatever awaited you in the locker room,

when you pushed the door, every head turned to look at you but you only abigail’s. she gave you smile, you gave back a small one and sat in your cubby.

there was a white board in the middle of the room and next to was owen giving orders and going over tactics. he decided to try a new formation which consists of 4 defenders, sofia on the left and bruna on the right, and you and abigail in the center. five midfielders, bailey, jenni, leah, carolina and jelena. and one striker, celine. this formation is defensively solid and easy to understand for you and your teammates.

you were playing in a new position, in a formation you had never played in, for a new club, at a new stadium, with a new team. you felt light-headed.

after owen chanted some words of encouragement, the entire team stood up and headed out onto the field.

the whistle blew and all your anxiety disappeared. although you didn't start, you were subbed on in the 87th minute, with the score still at 0-0. celine, your team's striker, got tackled by one of the opposing team's defenders. you didn't fully understand what had happened, but you saw abigail running towards the defender to confront her, and celine on the ground in tears, holding her leg. this led to a huge fight between the two teams. abigail received a yellow card for starting the fight, and the defender who tackled celine received a red card. as a result, your team was given a penalty kick because celine was in the penalty box.

surprisingly, abigail immediately nominated you to take the kick. the team didn't argue, and you ended up taking the kick. everything happened extremely quickly. abigail positioned the ball. you took a few steps back, sprinted towards the ball, and kicked it right into the back of the net.

you just scored your first professional goal. the crowd erupted into cheers as the ball sailed past the goalkeeper and into the back of the net.

as your teammates surrounded you, jumping and shouting in celebration, you couldn't help but feel proud. as you made your way back to your position on the field, a wave of confidence washed over you. you felt strong and ready. when the final whistle blew, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. it was a small win but it was still your first win. after shaking hands with some players from the opposing teams, you returned to the locker room with your team. as soon as you could, you hurriedly reached for your phone to call ellie and share how the game went. the phone rang twice and went to voicemail. your heart slightly sank, but you weren't too disappointed. you tried to rationalize, thinking that maybe she was busy. after all, she did tell you she planned on going out with dina. you put your phone back into your gym bag and joined your team in the their little win celebration.

once the team had settled down, you all cleaned up and said your goodbyes. when you stepped out of the stadium, you encountered lewis, who had come to watch the match. he proposed to give you a ride back home. while in the car, you caught up with one another, he told you about his daughters, they came with him to watch the game, but since he knew that you didn't have any means to go back home, he preferred leaving them with their mom and taking you home. he also congratulated you on your winning goal. you and lewis got over the awkwardness of the first meeting really quick and got comfortable with one another just as quick. it’s been almost a month since you’ve been in england and he has been nothing but a friend to you. he even helped look for and move into your new apartment. on weekends you didn’t train, he’d make sure you weren’t too lonely and such. when you arrived near your apartment building. lewis dropped you off, and you decided to pick up some food from a nearby restaurant. not knowing the area too well, you ordered what sounded best to you and paid for the food. as you walked back to your apartment with the food in hand, you couldn't help but reflect on the events of the day. from the anxiety attack in the bathroom to scoring your first professional goal, it had been a rollercoaster of emotions. as you exited the elevator, you noticed a figure standing in front of your apartment door, you got closer, you recognized the loose dark locks, she turned around and a smile instantly lit up her face when she saw you,

“dina, what are you doing here?” you asked as you approached your apartment door. she pressed her lips together and put on a more serious look.

“can we talk inside?” you simply nodded and unlocked the door, she followed you as you guided her into your apartment. you set the food on your open kitchen’s table and sat with her on the sofa. you looked at her, waiting for her to speak.

“me and ellie are done.”

thanks to everyone who interacted on my first post im soooo grateful <3333

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if ur emo about jeremy & rich going from ( unwilling ) bully who felt completely alone / hopeless & victim who felt completely alone / hopeless to best friends who can confide in one another & goof around like brothers clap ur hands

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lalunanymph · 2 years ago

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Riding Shin's motorcycle? Good.

Riding Shin's cock? Better.

Riding Shin's face? The best.

Ah yes. Smother Shin's face with your juices and suffocate him with your pussy and thighs. He'll die happy.

NOAISJSJDJ not the he will d word im cryingggsh 😭 but truly, shin is one of the best puthay eaters in tr, fight me on this

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 — s. shinichiro

sano shinichiro was, and always will be, a giver.

it didn’t matter that he wanted the last slice of pizza—the moment your eyes clapped on it, he’s already pushing it onto your plate without a whisper of complaint.

he even endured mikey’s teasing despite his brother being almost half his age (and height) with good-natured chuckles regardless if those ribbings were directed at his previously non-existent love life.

he would give emma his hoodies when it got cold, dutifully cleaned up his grandpa’s dojo after hours and would help the old dango auntie push her cart without fail towards the market every morning even if he was running late to open his workshop.

that was partly the reason you fell in love with him.

partly the reason why you were on his bed, in nothing but a flimsy white lingerie set, currently having your back blown out by one very eager and utterly giving shinichiro.

“s-shin,” your voice wobbled, eyes scintillating over with tears. “a-ah—hngg you’re so b-big.”

“yeah,” he breathed onto your neck, the imprint of his grin growing against your feverish skin. “you like it, baby?”

like it? fuck—you lived for this.

his sweat dripping down the expanse of your back, your tits squished onto his mattress, those large, veiny hands gripping your hips in a bruising grasp. you lived for every single second.

never would you have imagined that shinichiro would take your little “birthday gift” and turn it around onto you. but sano shinichiro was infuriatingly built that way—a giver through and through.

he pulled out, leaving your pussy achingly empty, and before you could beg for him to fill you up again, he manhandled you onto your back; his larger frame almost smothering yours into the mattress.

“shin—“

he twisted you in his grasp, letting you sit on his chest, until his chin bumped your pubic bone.

the sight of him below you, breathing hard and with flushed cheeks, sent both a thrill of embarrassment and delight down your spine.

“shin,” you whined and he chuckled, strained from restraining himself to not just lift your hips and seal his mouth over your drooling cunt. you were so cute when you became all pouty because of him. “it’s s‘possed to be your birthday.”

those thick fingers dug into your hips, dragging you closer to his waiting lips. “i know baby, i know,” he soothed in husky baritone. “but be a good girl and do this for me, yeah?”

he nudged you close enough for his lips to skim over the wet spot forming across your innocent white thong. “make me happy and sit on my face, princess.”

you didn’t have the time to refuse him, not when he curled the seat of your panties aside and delved right into your pussy like a starved man.

your hips twitched, a scream wrenched from the depths of your throat as you sealed you into place with his firm grip, sucking on your clit like it was his favorite candy.

it left you a wreck—nails digging into his headboard, one hand between your legs, twined in the sea of his dark hair, your thighs trembling almost violently.

“f-fuck—shin!”

he growled—actually fucking growled like an animal—and hooked his thumbs under the flap of your bra cups, dragging them down to play with your nipples while he continued lapping at your folds.

there was nowhere you could go—no place to wiggle away from the onslaught of searing pleasure.

“shin!” you started to sob, already going dumb on his tongue.

it was so fucking messy—his tongue deep in your walls, your pussy leaking like a faucet down his chin, dripping onto the bed, your thighs almost clamping down on his ears, his calloused fingers twisting and tugging, twisting and tugging, and twisting and tugging at your swollen buds repeatedly until you were poised at the edge.

the thought of fully sinking your weight down on him sparked panic through you, and you rocked on your heels, thighs burning from the exertion. but, shin was determined for you to cum on his tongue, pushing your hips down until your tired muscles gave way and your plush pussy collapsed onto his eager mouth.

you twisted around slightly to find his hips pitifully circling the air, cock a bright shade of red and leaking trickles of white onto his thighs.

the thought of shin focusing on your pleasure while neglecting his own fueled you with dark pleasure and you choked back on a moan, tossing your head back till the tips of your hair tickled his lower belly.

“gonna cum, baby,” you gasped, rocking your hips back and forth over the tip of his nose.

between your thighs, shin’s gravelly and deep voice reverberated through your abused and sensitive clit.

“cum for me, princess.”

your eyes rolled back into your head, mouth falling wide open. your entire pussy throbbed incessantly and you tripped over the edge, screaming his name.

“shin-nyyyy!” your wails were like music to his ears.

your release triggered his own and he spilled his entire load like a fucking virgin, hips twitching and cock pulsing from the overstimulation.

goddamn, he licked a strip from your ass to your clit, messily swiping his tongue through every tight seam to lap at your juices.

best. birthday. present. ever.

you were already shaking and twitching, expelling cute little mewls when he didn’t stop eating you out.

but shinichiro was far from done with you; his cock still needed to stuff you full with his seed if he wanted you swollen and pretty with his babies come next summer.

maybe that will be your next birthday present to him—a house full of mini shinichiros and you. the family he always wanted with the love of his life.

fuck. he could cry at the mental image of you carrying his baby if he wasn’t so focused on rousing another orgasm from your spasming cunt.

“shit, shit—holy fucking—nghhh,” shin groaned through a mouthful of your folds when his spent cock twitched back to life, your pussy juices nearly drowning him but he couldn’t find a single fuck to give.

“s-shin—a-ah!” you sobbed, fucked-out pretty face marred with tears and drool, your grip in his hair tightening. “want m-more!”

even if he died right this instant, he would walk towards the gates of heaven with a swing in his step, grinning and whistling a mindless tune to hammer in how insanely happy he was in this instance.

his next words left you breathless with anticipation, two long fingers curling into your heat and a sweet smile growing across his wet cheeks.

“happy fucking birthday to me.”

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oddaodd · 3 years ago

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· I Don't Go In For Sweets ·

Request: by a lovely anon "set after the events of season 3. Tommy can't handle the company, he's still grieving and he has to be there for Charlie so Polly tells him she knows a girl from a good family to get married He ends up agreeing (aunt Pol can be very persuasive) but even though he's married, this new girl isn't considered as a wife. He doesn't really make any effort but his "wife" understands, he's a widowed father who lost his first wife only a year ago. However since they are...in this, she wants to make her time as enjoyable as possible for the both of them and for Charlie too. But no matter what Tommy makes it a point of honor to not let her in, to not let her replace Grace so he ignores her, he works more, tries to spend as little as possible in the house. Reader stays patient, it will be alright and Charlie is making her quite busy anyway. One night, Tommy comes home completely drunk and maybe a bit high too, he can't even make it to his office. Thankfully Reader is still awake, she takes care of him and Tommy just...melts at how gentle Reader is, he may be able to keep his distant while sober but it's much harder in his state. He admits to her how he's been feeling and all. Ever since that night, something changed, Tommy feels some comfort, some solace being around her, she accepts him wholly, even his flaws, the bad side of his business and she tries to provide some sort of safe place for when it gets too hard." (I edited the request because it was very long, but I kept all essential parts in there)

Author’s note: I loved loved loved writing this and it ended up being SUPER long, but I’m very happy with how it turned out. As always, I hope you like it and have the loveliest of days!

Warnings: season 3 SPOILERS sort of, but not really, still read at your own risk. Arranged marriage, mentions of alcohol and drugs, angst.

“Thomas, you may not be able to see it, but you’re breaking apart” Polly spoke with a sigh as she lit a cigarette after everyone was dismissed from a family meeting.

Everyone had left Tommy’s office in arrow house rather gaily after receiving their fair compensations for partaking in the whole Russian ordeal, all except Polly, who remained where she sat, wishing for a word with her nephew

Tommy merely scoffed at her concern before lighting his own cigarette and taking a puff “I’ll be alright”

“And Charlie?” Pol pressed knowing Tommy’s mourning was not only affecting him, but Charlie as well. “What about him?”

“He’s fine” He said before turning around to look through the window, ignoring his Aunt’s heavy stare.

“You take too much after your mother” she sighed half angry half sad “she too loved pretending everything was alright and I don’t need to remind you where that lead her”

Tommy sighed deeply, he knew he could fool anyone. Anyone but Polly. “We’ll manage”

“Consider my offer” Polly said standing up and making her way to the door “Y/n is a good girl from a good family” she persuaded before leaving the room.

Tommy sighed at his Aunt’s words, he wasn’t ready to get married again even when he knew the woman he would be marrying was a nice one. He felt like he was spitting on Grace’s grave and he hated himself for even considering the prospect, but he knew a mother figure would be good for Charlie.

He spent the rest of the day pondering about Polly’s suggestion and remembering his own childhood in the shadow of the absent tortured presence that his mother had been. It didn’t take him long to decide he didn’t want that for Charlie, so that same night he phoned Polly.

“I’ll do it” was all he said before hanging up. There was no need for more words, Polly would know exactly what he meant.

Exactly a week later, Tom was standing in the altar of a church that was significantly smaller than the one from his first wedding. The fact that everything about this wedding was so obscenely different from his first did soothe his guilt a bit. And as he stood there he couldn’t keep his mind from traveling to the days leading up to his wedding to Grace. She had made sure everything was perfect and had made an effort to invite every single relative she could think of. She remembered her rambling on an on about fabrics, insisting that everything ought to be perfect when he in all honestly couldn’t care less, he just wanted to marry her.

All his thoughts vanished away with a poof when Y/n came into sight. And what a sight she was. She had insisted on doing her own makeup and on pinning flowers to her hair to compliment her headpiece and her elegant, yet simple white dress flowed almost mystically as her father gave her away. She had never imagined she would be marrying someone she didn’t know, but she wanted to look her best for getting married is not something people do everyday.

When she stood in the altar, she offered her to be husband a smile which he did not return, instead turning his attention to the priest before them. She mirrored his actions, her heart beating violently under her chest as the priest began speaking.

It all felt like a blur, she could swear it had only been a second since her father had given her away and yet, the priest had already uttered the dreaded “you may now kiss the bride”

Tommy barely brushed his lips against hers and soon the sound of everyone clapping invaded her ears. They had a small party afterwards in Y/n’s former house. Her parents had invited pretty much all of their acquaintances while tommy had only invited his close relatives.

When night fell Tommy was more than ready to leave “Are you ready to go?” was one of the few sentences he uttered to his now wife that night.

She again offered him a smile before saying “yeah just let me say goodbye”

The drive to arrow house was tense, although Y/n didn’t know Thomas very well she would tell he was unhappy. She wondered about what to say to him, but couldn’t come up with anything good enough and soon enough they were pulling over in front of Tommy’s stately home.

“Charlie must already be asleep, but I'll introduce you tomorrow” he said opening Y/n’s door for her.

“It’s alright” she said looking at him, not quite knowing what to do next.

“Your parents sent some of your belongings, I've already asked the maids to take them up to your-our room” he said

“Thank you, Thomas” she smiled as she walked into the big house not yet feeling close enough to him to call him Tommy.

His name falling from her lips caused an echo of bittersweet emotions to stir inside him but he masked it perfectly well as she introduced Y/n to the maids that went to the door to take their coats.

“Frances here will show you the way to the room” he said after having made introductions.

“This way, Mrs” Frances politely said.

Y/n began following her but stopped when she didn’t hear Tommy’s footsteps behind her own.

“Are you not coming?” she asked turning to look at him.

“Maybe in a bit” was all he said before he walked away down one of the many spacious hallways of the house.

After Y/n made herself comfortable in the room and changed into her nightgown she took the time to peek around the room like one always does when one is a strange place. After familiarizing herself with it she laid down in the big bed. She was nervous, she knew what happened on wedding nights. A small chuckle stopped at her lips when she recalled the stories her close already married girlfriends told her. If she hadn’t married a complete stranger she too would be looking forward to it.

Her thoughts ended up luring her to sleep after a while despite her nerves and the night went by in a ridiculously fast flash. The next morning she woke up alone and after getting ready she made her way downstairs. Tommy and Charlie were already in the dining room when she entered it.

“good morning” she said

Charlie immediately turned his attention to her, his eyes widening while his dad merely glanced at her while he muttered a “Good morning “ of his own.

Y/n sat down next to Tommy while he cleared his throat “charles, this is Y/n. We got married yesterday so she’ll be living with us from now on”

Charlie merely nodded in understanding before playing around with his food.

A tense air flooded breakfast until Tommy stood up, having barely touched his food and spoke turning to look at Y/n “I have to go now, if you need anything feel free to ask Frances”

“Alright” Y/n replied feeling a bit disappointed, she would love to get to know him, but she already knew it was going to be difficult.

“I have to go too” Charlie announced in a timid voice, interrupting Y/n’s thoughts. Despite her disappointment she understood, maybe he was just shy and his dad just reticent. They had lost a wife and a mother after all.

The first few days after that, Charlie avoided her nearly as much as his father did and Y/n remained in lonely patience until one night Charlie’s cries interrupted her focus on the book that she had just bought. She rushed to his room and called out his name as she entered not knowing if the boy would be comfortable with her or not.

“What is it?” she asked worried as she knelt by his bed.

“I miss my mum” the boy confessed looking at her with teary eyes as he clutched his blanket.

Y/n felt her heart give a small ache at his confession and in an attempt to comfort him she spoke “She’s not really gone, you know?”

“She’s dead” the boy sobbed.

“but people who die, don’t leave us. Not really anyhow” she said hesitantly rubbing his arm. “just because we cant see them doesn’t mean they are not here”

“I miss seeing her” he continued.

“Oh but you can still see her”

“how”

“before you go to bed just think about her, then she’ll visit you in your dreams” Y/n spoke as if she was telling a fairy tale.

“really?” the boy’s eyes widened.

“really” Y/n confirmed “But you have to think really really hard”

“I’ll try” Charlie said having calmed down a bit.

“very well” Y/n said as she stood up, but Charlie’s voice stopped her.

“can you stay till I fall asleep?”

After that night, Charlie hardly left Y/n’s side and she felt much better with his company for she was sure if he wasn’t there keeping her on her toes all day she would fall into a depressive chasm induced by her husband’s absence.

On the rare moments he was home she tried to strike up conversation with him over breakfast or late at night when he came home and she was burdened by insomnia. But Tommy only humored her with a few short responses before excusing himself or turning to face the other side of the bed.

It wasn’t only the fact that he avoided her as much as he could, but he also made it a priority to exclude her at all times. She was never invited into family meetings or night’s at The Garrison so she thought it was a miracle when tommy didn’t oppose to her planning Charlie’s birthday party.

She invited only Tommy’s family which instantly warmed up to her, noticing what a good influence she was and Polly wanted to slap Thomas for the way he had been acting throughout his marriage to Y/n. Almost feeling guilty for getting her into this mess.

When the party ended Tommy shut himself in his office like he often did when he was at home and though he had never given Y/n a reason to believe she was welcome in there of all places, she found herself allowing herself in after putting Charlie to bed.

Tommy looked up as she entered and let out a sigh before turning his attention back to some papers he had been reading.

“I noticed you didn’t have any” she commented not letting his sigh deflate her as she laid a plate with a slice of homemade chocolate cake on his desk. “it’s really good if I may say so myself” she mused sitting down in a chair opposite to his as she dug in with a fork in her own slice.

“I don’t go in for sweets” he stated.

“Not even chocolate?” Y/n tried, but tommy didn’t answer, instead he just shook his head.

“I still think you should try it, it’s not overly sweet, and…”

“is there anything you need?” he interrupted bluntly a bit harsher than he would’ve liked.

His tone caught her off guard and when she couldn’t come up with an answer tommy again turned his attention back to his papers.

“I wish you could let me in” She softly confessed after a few tense seconds.

“Well I wish we hadn’t married but I guess things don’t always go the way we want them to go”

Tommy knew he had crossed a line by the silence that again settled into the room. He looked up at Y/n with her parted lips and misty eyes. They exchanged glances for a second but instead of allowing him to see her like that any longer, she stood up setting her plate on his desk and walked away, only allowing a few tears to drop by when she was out of the room and his sight.

After that she stopped trying to get closer to him. He still loved his late wife and she understood, people in grief never mean what they say after all, but his words stung nonetheless.

She stopped trying to wait for him at night to see if he had gotten home alright and during breakfast she only uttered polite good mornings.

One night however, Y/n was yanked out of a peaceful sleep by a loud crash. She was on her feet in no time and after checking into Charlie’s room to see if he was alright she cautiously ventured downstairs. A few incoherent mumbles filled her ears before her husband came into sight, fumbling with his coat to get it off.

“need help?” she asked earning his attention.

“I’m fine” he said finally taking it off but as he went to take a step to begin walking the floor under him moved and he lost his balance, his knees crashing loudly against the wooden floor.

Y/n offered him a hand and helped him up. He smelled of whiskey and cigarettes, his hands were shaky, consequence of the snow, no doubt. “let’s get you upstairs”

“I can do it on me own” he slurred letting go of her hand.

“stop being so stubborn” she derided, snaking one of her arms around his waist as she helped him upstairs.

Y/n helped him into bed, tookoff his shoes and went to the bathroom to fetch a small towel and some cold water.

She dampened the towel with the cold water before dabing it gently on Tommy’s forehead. His eyes never leaving her face as she did so, making her grow a bit nervous. She continued, trying her best to ignore it until she felt his hand softly caressing her cheek.

“You are beautiful” he rasped.

“Stop it, Thomas” she said feeling her cheeks grow red when she felt a bit sad that he had to be completely drunk to compliment her.

Even in his drunken state he seemed to notice he was making her uncomfortable so he held his tongue until Y/n laid in bed next to him after turning on the lights.

“I’m sorry” he interrupted the silence “For the way I’ve been acting” the whiskey and cocaine making him more vulnerable and open “I guess I was afraid that if I let you in then she would disappear”

He didn’t expect her to answer, but then her voice came in a soft exhausted tone“ I don’t intend to replace her. You don’t need to act all defensive and secretive. Even if it’s not what you wanted, we are married.”

“I Know” was all he said.

Y/n expected him to withdraw more from her after showing himself that vulnerable to her that night but she was wrong. He began arriving home earlier, sometimes even asking if he could come along on the walks she and Charlie so much adored going on. And Y/n finally felt her marriage was going somewhere maybe it wasn’t based on love yet, but it was something.

One day she was at the stables while Charlie was taking a nap. She had always adored horses.

“I didn’t know you liked horses” came Tommy’s smooth voice causing her to jump.

“You never asked” she smiled petting a black horse as he walked closer to her.

“We could go out for a ride, I’m sure Charlie wouldn’t mind letting you borrow his horse” Tommy offered as he too began to pet the horse, his fingers brushing against Y/n’s for a brief second.

“I’d love to, but I am afraid I don’t know how to ride, Tommy” she said, panicking for a second after having called him that. But she rested assured as soon as he spoke again.

“Well that can be fixed” he said opening the door of the stall and guiding the horse outside.

“You mean now?” Y/n asked with a laugh.

“Got something better to do?” he asked walking out of the stable with the horse. Y/n observed tommy as he prepared the horse. She had never seen him so gentle and calm before and she only realized she had been staring when Tommy directed his attention to her to ask her if she was ready.

“I think so” she said going to stand next to the horse wondering how the hell to climb up. But before she had any more time to think she felt Tommy’s hands on her waist giving her a push that allowed her to pull herself up on the animal. It was a good thing she had chosen to wear slacks that day, she thought.

“Goodness this is high” she said nervously looking down at Tommy when he began guiding the horse to move in a slow walk.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall” he promised repressing a mirthful tone at her nervousness.

He guided the horse with her around the property in the crisp evening air and Y/n allowed herself to relax with every step the horse took. Tommy’s presence made her feel safe and protected and she found it increasingly harder to look away from his figure. She wondered if he could feel her eyes on him.

When the sky began turning soft shades of purple and orange the pair returned to the stables. When the time came from Y/n to come down from the horse, tommy helped her again. Y/n began to love the feeling of him touching her and when her feet touched the ground in front of Thomas, he didn’t remove his hands from her waist right away and instead fixed his blue eyes on her, not wanting to stop looking at her.

She too fixed her eyes on Tommy as she felt a silent gasp in the base of her throat. That was the way she would’ve liked him to look at her on their wedding day. Tommy then leaned in, almost as if he were asking for permission before he tenderly pressed his lips to Y/n’s.

@captivatedbycillianmurphy @peakyxtommy @nyotamalfoy @writeroutoftime @babylooneytoonz @slytherinicequeen @lilymurphy03

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bontenten · 3 years ago

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Cry For Me

Pairing: Mikey-nii x f!reader

WC: 1k

Tags/Warnings: smut, noncon, incest, drugs/alcohol, self-harm, grief, choking, violence, dacryphilia, breeding/creampies, suicidal thoughts, major manga spoilers, Bonten timeline

A/N: Thanks to @kokoslurp for putting this idea in my head and letting me just run with it. Bless your brain and Koko's slutty tongue. Keep slurping.

Your eyes snap open to the loud noise coming from outside your door. Something crashes onto the floor followed by a series of screams, each more hysterical than one before. You tip-toe carefully down the dark hallway until you come to a stop outside your older brother Mikey's room. It's quiet in there when you hesitantly push the door open.

"Mikey!" you yell, rushing into the room, ignoring the shattered glass on the ground that threatens to pierce your bare feet. You kneel down in front of Mikey's hunched figure and clutch the bloody wrist where he had clawed deep marks into.

"Mikey-nii, that's enough," you choke out, feeling the red liquid oozing onto your hand. "Please don't hurt yourself. Shinichro-nii is gone, Izana-nii is gone...Emma-neechan is gone too."

"Shinichiro-nii is at the shop...." he mumbles to himself. "Izana is still...Emma...Emma is Emma is..."

"They're all gone! It's been years already! Please, Mikey-nii, I can't lose you too."

Mikey's shoulder begins to tremble, his breaths shaky and wheezing. His eyes are glazed over, bloodshot, as another roar rips through his throat. He breaks from your grasp and suddenly stands up, glaring at your crumbled figure at his feet.

"Mikey? Nii-chan..ahh..." Hands clasp around your throat, forcing you to stand with the grip. "It's me..." Your little sister. The only family you have left, Mikey-niichan.

The air is thick and heavy with sweet smoke. He shoves you onto the mattress, the impact against the dusty pillows knocking the wind out from you. Your cough disturbs the grey wisps that are floating through the dark space.

"What are you," you ask, half-sitting up on the bed, dizzy from the inhaled chemicals rushing to fill your brain. You see your brother shirtless, blood still trailing down his arm, coming closer, closer. He's on top of you, eyes blank, pupils dilated, a hand tilting your chin towards him.

"Mikey-nii?" you ask, soft lips parted and inviting.

Your relaxation suddenly erupts into a wild urgency. Your whole body convulses at the lips pressed on yours and the tongue that forced its ways into your mouth. Mikey tastes bitter, he tastes sweet. All of his anger, his grief, and desperation.

He grabs you tightly, hands pulling the loose buttons of your nightgown apart. Your legs kick out in vain under the heavy body pressing on top. Each futile struggle only gives him more access to expose your skin under his fingertips.

"Don't fight me, baby sister. I only have you now." Mikey suckles on your bottom lips, muttering, "You only have me now. They're all dead..."

His knee forces your legs apart. His hands gripping your wrists together over your head. Your violent headshakes and sobs for him to stop are unheard. Cries for your brother to come back to his senses melt into translucent silk threads pulling him closer, beckoning him to entangle himself in your fragrance and warmth.

"No! Please! No! No!" Tears stream down your face as you cry out when Mikey's cock pushes into your pussy, tearing through you. He bottoms out in a groan while you tremble and shiver from the intrusion. Then he begins to rock his hips in and out messily, heavy pants blowing on the shell of your ear.

The squeaks of the mattress frame and clap of skin against skin sound in the room filled with powders and smoke. The ceiling spins, your throat becoming itchy and dry. Thirst overcomes your body and you float weightless.

Your fights to push him off break apart. Efforts to call back reason to your brother who looks lost and mad fade into seductive mewls. Each time he presses your g-spot, hips grinding against yours, your sobs morph into moans.

"Nngg—n-no. Niichan, no—ahh—"

The dirty euphoria that is building suddenly stops. Mikey pauses, his cock still completely buried within your tight walls. You almost think that this nightmare will end now, because your big brother is finally back. It's just a mistake, a slip-up in search of comfort. You'll forget it, he'll move on, and none of this will have happened.

Suddenly Mikey smiles, a quiet snort slipping out of his mouth. A frown appears on his face. "Don't you want them back? Shinichiro...Izana...Emma...Shinichiro...Izana..Emma..."

You shake your head softly. "No, Mikey-nii. They're dead already...they can't come back..."

"They'll come back. I'll bring them back," he snarls, eyes glaring at your frightened form under him. A crazed expression locks eyes with your lost, pleading one. He chuckles, smearing the remnants of the blood on his wrist over your cheeks, delighting at the new tears prickling at your waterline. It's so precious, so beautiful, and pure.

"Mikey-nii, please..."

Claws snatch your throat, squeezing tighter than ever. Your hands fly down to pull on the grip.

"I WANT THEM BACK! GIVE. THEM. BACK. TO. ME!" Mikey bellows, shaking your head into the pillows. Your choking wheezes are swallowed completely by his shouts. He pounds into you, ramming his cock against your g-spot over and over again. Your cheeks burn, needles shooting through your head. The dark seems to fade into a fuzzy glitter. He fucks you mad in anger, completely possessed by the devils of grief, sprinting in rage until he claps himself balls deep against you and spurts his cum to coat your walls.

Two heaving breaths sound in the dark. The air is musky with sex and salty with tears. But the demon is exorcised, leaving only the quiet aftermath of bodies fitted together.

"G-Give them back," Mikey croaks out, cradling your face between his palms. He presses a kiss along your jaw. "We'll get them back..."

Your weak breathy cries and broken rasps echo softly next to Mikey's ears, body still twitching from being defiled and abused. You can feel a thick fluid leaking out from your hole and wet drops on your collarbone. The trail of tears that flowed out from your eyes are now two dried streaks. Mikey groans, tongue slipping out the lick the salty marks. You would answer him, if you can still answer coherently at all. Unable to get an answer from you, high washing over him, Mikey relaxes over your body, head tucked between your neck and shoulder.

When I die, baby sister, will you cry for me too?

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ikissjesse · 3 years ago

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*enters ask box* jesse x robaire pls 🥺

HEHEHSHSHDHWHSAKKS TYSM FOR THIS ASK <3

I hope u dont mind i made this a hc list !! I could def do a fanfic for u if u want that instead <33 btw im making this 2 sections, first is confessing then second is couple stuff HEHSHDJAH

jesse n robaire confession hc's !!

they mean sm to me :(( <3 *stuffs them into my pocket while sobbing violently*

i am a firm believer that jesse confessed while drunk

remember my drunk 4town hc's where jesse's the chill drunk ? yeah, he confessed in a painfully chill, relaxed way

robaire (who was sober) was sitting next to him on the tour bus, when suddenly a very drunk jesse puts his arm around him n says "y'know, i reallyyy like u. ahah"

jesse was so calm while ro was abt to go up in flames

aaron z slid t a 50$ bill since they made a bet about who would confess first, which aaron t happily won

robaire assumed he was jus saying that cos he's drunk n didn't think much abt it

^ is what i would say if it werent the ONLY THING HE COULD THINK ABT FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT

he was always the cool n collected member but today was not his day

he was blushing sm aaron t was abt to tease him on it before aaron z quickly pulled him back to his seat, giving him a glare that basically said "say anything n ill make sure the cops cant find ur body"

needless to say t smiled nervously n stayed in his seat for the rest of the car ride

ANYWAYYY back to jesro

robaire decided to vaguely bring it up the next day when jesse was sober,

"sooo, do u remember anything from last night?" type thing (he's not smooth when he's nervous shhh)

jesse thought about it for 3 damn seconds n said no, to which robaire gulped n contemplated whether or not he should tell him

"did i say anything weird?"

u confESSED TO UR BESTFEIEND WHAT DO U MEAN "DID I SAY ANYTHING WEIRD" YES U MF

robaire laughed to cover up his fear of what jesse would say next, then told him abt how he got touchy-feely w him n that he told him he "really liked him"

jesse pretty much choked on whatever he was eating at the time when he heard that

"oh- heh, did i?" ~nervous voice crack~

they ended up laughing abt it for a bit, making robaire think he really was jus saying it cos he was drunk :(( ueueue why am i hurting myself w my own hc im so sad rn thinking abt this

jesse (being the confident bitch he is) stopped n looked robaire in the eyes w a soft smile, n BAAM cue the romantic background music n the aarons watching from a distance, he TOLD ROBAIRE HE LIKES HIM FR WOOOOO clap clap clap

robaire.exe has stopped working

for a ~cool, collected~ guy, he was an absolute MESS after that, stuttering n blushing (if his hair were longer i bet loads of money he'd b twirling it /j)

he didnt think his bestfriend (slayyy friendzone him /j) would like him too??? like??? hello?????? he thought he was dreaming

nonetheless, he confessed his feelings for jesse too n they just sorta had that movie moment where they jus look at eachother w love eyes n stupid grins thats only romantic to the ppl doing it n probably awkward for ppl around them

aaron t jumped up from his hiding spot next to aaron z n screamed "JUST KISS ALREADY LOSERS" n quickly hid again, giggling while z rolled his eyes n smiled

nnnnnn now they were both flustered messes. great 🚶

from most confident guys in the band to shy bitches smh

spoiler alert; they didn't kiss </3 but thats okay bc

now we're onto...

dating hc's !!

slightly suggestive not that much tho

jesses kids already adored robaire n probably already knew that their dad had a crush on him bc of the drawings n paintings he had of him so they were ecstatic when they learned the two started dating <3

"so.. what do we call uncle robaire now??" "daddy2? dada?" -his kids having a super duper important meeting at their toy kitchen

robaire overheard this n quite literally started sobbing instantly

he went to jesses room where his ☆boyfriend☆ was n layed down next to him, when asked what happened all he could say was "uehdiadhaxikz... ur kidsksbsixj...theyre talking abt what they should call me now that we're todhaidgadaosoaudjajdjaowiw9uskznal"

obviously jesse had been w him long enough to understand him thru the sobs, n started rubbing circles on ro's back as a smile broke out on his face

robaire was literally this picture dont even try to argue w me on this:

the kids settled on dada n robaire sobbed aGAIN when they first called him it

he was like whispering "dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry" to himself then excused himself to go to the bathroom to cry

"daddy, is dada okay? he looked sad" "oh dont worry hun he's fine"

he was in fact not fine (/pos) n jesse went n knocked on the bathroom door to check on him

robaire loves these kids to death n spoils them soooo much, jesse jokes about it making parenting way harder than it should be for him

onto other couple things now !!

their first official date was at a nearby art cafe where u could do pottery, paint, etc

they went w pottery like the cliche romantics they r ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

think jesse guiding robaire, head resting on his shoulder, holding his boyfriends hands

screams WHEN IS IT MY TURN

they fucked up the first pot bc they kept making flirty little remarks about eachother (gay ppl 🙄 /j)

"jess i love u but if u make me fuck up another pot i will drop kick u into oblivion"

🏳️‍🌈 insert 'fuck me instead' joke from jesse 🏳️‍🌈

robaire may or may not have elbowed jesse for that

their first kiss was so extra like omg

during their france tour they found some time for themselves n went on a little date thru paris n at EXACTLY midnight (no it wasnt new years <3) while they were admiring the eiffel tower they leaned in n dkjaidhsi!!!!! <333

a fan actually saw n started squealing as quiet as they could so jesse n robaire wouldnt notice

they did notice . .

robaire (jesse was recovering from the kiss, red-faced as hell) asked the fan to keep it secret n not tell anyone about it since him n jesse wanted to keep it private until they were comfortable enough to tell ppl outside of their band, to which the fan agreed to

stan that fan for clear skin !!

they did eventually tell the press about it during an interview after they'd been together for around 2 months, it was vvvv difficult hiding it from paparazzi

before anyone (besides 4town n the fan) knew about them they had v light pda, like putting their arm around the others waist <3

they weren't rly big on pda so after everyone knew it was still just a little kiss on the cheek, holding hands, etc, they prefer doing couple things in private

like i stated way before, the kids love robaire, n they did a little date night for their dada's !! preparing a meal made of toy food, making the couch nice so they could relax n watch a movie together, n went straight to bed after bringing them drinks so they could have some alone time

jesse n his baby mama raised the twins so well <333

they spent the rest of the night cuddling, watching a movie n jus enjoying the company of one another

n the rest is history !! <3

i wouldn't mind making a part 2/fanfic tho ngl, i could go on abt them for ages HAHAHSIDHQI

anyhowww, thank u for reading !! sorry for the long post, they're just so skabidbsobdoabz <3333

#4town #4townie #turning red #pixar turning red #4town hc #4town headcanons #jesro #jesse x robaire #<3<3<3<3

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steinfellds · 3 years ago

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Basically Magnets

Pairing: Wanda x gn!Reader

Summary: You and Wanda are being held hostage at HYDRA base and there is only one way to safely leave.

Warnings: Character death, shooting, blood, crying, no happy ending.

1.1K words

/ masterlist / / w.m masterlist /

You never really believed in soulmates, and you believed dating was for children.

That was until you met Wanda Maximoff.

She was the most funniest, kindest, caring, beautiful women you had ever met, and you just couldn't stop yourself from forming a massive crush on her.

Apparently Wanda felt the same about you, so when your thoughts got too loud she asked you out. You were shocked and filled with joy and obviously said yes.

After that, you two would never leave each others side, you would train together, eat together, sleep together and even take showers together. You two were basically magnets.

Whenever one of you would go on missions without the other, you would both fall into a pit of sadness and wouldn't want to talk to anybody until you saw each other again.

The team hated seeing the happiest Avengers sad so they decided to put you both on the same missions so you both wouldn't be separated.

And that's how you got yourself into this situation.

A man let out a loud laugh as he walked into the room where he kept you and Wanda chained up against a wall.

"How did two Avengers manage to fall for my trap?" He giggled, mockingly pouting at you both.

The screams of a baby that led you to the HYDRA prison played over and over on recording.

Wanda glared at him, "You're going to regret this." Her accent was thick.

The man chuckled and walked over to Wanda, he slid his finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him "Wanda, Wanda. Let's not threaten the man who could kill," He raised his free hand over to you "them."

You glared at him but didn't say anything, scared to lose your own life along with Wanda's.

He smiled and stood back from Wanda. He was silent for a while, the only source of sound was the beeping from the collar wrapped around Wanda's neck which stopped her from using her powers.

Then suddenly, he clapped his hands together loudly "I've got a bargain for you two!"

"Fuck your bargain and let us go." Wanda hissed out, tugging at the chains on her wrists.

The man grinned, "Now, now, Wanda. My bargain involves your release, well, maybe your release."

This when you spoke up, "What do you mean 'maybe'?" You questioned

You were not going to leave Wanda here if that was what he was suggesting.

His grin grew, "I'm not big on releasing my prisoners with them being happy and relieved so," He paused as two new guards walked into the room, each holding a gun "One of you gets to live while the other one." He made a shooting motion with his fingers.

You and Wanda got the memo straight away.

"Fuck you, fuck all of you." You cursed them out. You were not about to let Wanda die just so you could safely go back home, she was the one and only person you had ever loved.

Tears fell down your cheek as you continued cursing them out.

Wanda, on the other hand. Was silent, staring at the ground with no emotions.

You let out a sob and looked over at Wanda. You noticed tears falling down her cheeks and her shoulders were randomly jolting, you then realised she was silently crying.

You looked away from Wanda and glared at the man, tugging harshly at the chains, "I'll fucking kill you if you touch Wanda." You threatened.

Your threats didn't affect him though, in fact, he just started to laugh "Well, then I'll just have to kill you and let Wanda go, won't I?"

Wanda's head shot up, "No."

You ignored Wanda, "Yes, you will. Let Wanda go and kill me."

"No! Stop, no! Kill me, not them." Wanda screamed, she violently started pulling at the chains, attempting to break out of them.

The man stayed silent and thought for a moment.

"Since you, both can't come to a decision, I'll decide for you!"

Wanda started sobbing loudly and you managed to hold your sobs back, turning them into loud sniffles and choked breaths.

The man walked towards you both and pointed his finger at the both of you, "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe!"

You let out a loud sob when you saw where his finger landed.

He pointed at Wanda and grinned, "Lucky you!"

You started falling into hysterical sobs, "Please, no! God, please no." You begged.

Wanda looked over at you, tears falling down her cheeks. She hated seeing you cry, she hated seeing you upset and she hated that this was the situation that you both were in.

"I'll be kind and let you both say your goodbyes." The two guards walked over to Wanda and unchained her. One guard was pointing a gun at your head so she wouldn't try to escape.

Wanda quickly bent down in front of you, she brought her hand up to your face, "I love you more than anything, baby." She whispered, kissing your tear-stained cheek.

You shook your head with a choked sob, "Please don't."

Wanda smiled at you sadly, holding back her sobs "I have to."

"No, you don't! I can do it." You tried to convince her.

Wanda shook her head with a small chuckle, "Always so stubborn, aren't you?"

She kissed your lips and hugged you tightly (the tightest she could as your arms were chained to a wall)

"Be strong for me, okay? I love you so, so much, Y/n."

"I-I love you too." You whispered, burying your head in Wanda's neck.

Wanda then stepped away from you, tears flowing down her cheek.

You watched Wanda stand in the middle of the room, both guards pointing guns at her.

"Cute, makes me want to release you both!" The man laughed "anyways."

He made a motion with his fingers and with a blink of an eye shots were fired at Wanda.

You screamed loudly, your body racketing with cries.

Wanda fell to the floor, blood spewing out of her stomach and chest. Wanda moved her head to look over at you, locking eyes with you. You continued crying as you watched Wanda take her last breaths.

Soon enough, her chest stopped rising and she was gone.

The only person you ever loved, the only person who you felt so much joy around.

The person who you shared your first kiss with, the person who would care for you whenever you were sick or injured.

The only person to ever accept you for who you were was gone.

And it absolutely destroyed you.

#wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x you #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #mcu #marvel #wanda maximoff imagine #mcu sad #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch imagines #mcu women

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books-and-catears · 4 years ago

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Right everyone hold on to your feels, you will shortly be boarding Angst Express 101. Just look at this brilliant and angsty ask I'm speechless. Even the pairings you asked for are so unique and well thought this is a perfect angst concept. And I really hope I could do this justice. Thank you so much for this ask @saltypaperdestiny

So very sorry for the delay, this was the longest ask I've ever written and boy was I delighted. Though I have to admit I had to cry through some of them myself. This is PART 1. Rest of the brothers and the newly Dateables coming soon in part 2.

Who loved you first? Pt1

Lucifer : Simeon

It was time, he decided. After months of being in your presence, his prideful heart had melted enough to recognise his feelings for you. You were the only he'd truly humble down for, because the affection and care you displayed was unparalled.

"MC please get dressed in something nice. I'm taking you to Ristorante Six as a thank you for helping me with Cerebus and the council paperwork" He says to you, barely containing the excitement. He couldn't wait to see the look on your face when he confessed and how you'd blush when you kissed your knuckles and your cheek and wait - What is Simeon doing in your room at this hour?

He didn't want to interrupt, surely it might be nothing to bother about. He patiently waited outside until he heard what Simeon said.

Simeon: MC... You look beautiful, what's the occasion?

MC: Aw thank you Simeon. You're always so kind. It's nothing much, Lucifer is taking me out as a thank you.

Simeon: Oh do you have to leave right away...?

MC: Oh no no. It's okay I have some more time.

Simeon: Well I originally came here to invite you to try Luke's latest attempt at some new recipes but now there's something else I feel like I must tell you. *Blushes* Something I've been holding back for too long.

MC: *joking* Oh what have you been hiding from me, angel? Speak I beseech you!

Simeon: *laughing and then going solemn* MC... *Takes your hands in his* I love you. I love you with all my heart.

MC: ....me? You love..me? But I'm not nearly-

Simeon: You're the most beautiful soul I've ever met. You radiate kindness and forgiveness and everything pure, overcoming the seven biggest evils you reside with. How can I not love you? Tell me, MC, will you accept me as yours?

Lucifer had a half a mind to storm in and laugh in Simeon's face. What a failure this attempt was going to be. His pride grew inside him as he stifled a laugh. MC was his and only his and now he would take pleasure in watching Simeon learn that. Surely MC was going to turn him down nicely but still. He creeped closer to the door, looking through the open crack.

MC: *in tears* Oh Simeon, I love you too! I never thought an angel could ever love me back!

Simeon: *kisses her knuckles* So... It's a yes?!

MC: Yes yes yes! Oh of course it's a yes! *Hugs him tight* My guardian angel who protects me in the dark, oh how I love you.

Simeon: *laughing as he picks you up and spins you around* Oh how happy you've made me MC! I'm the happiest being alive!

MC: *kissing his cheek* So am I, Simeon. I love you with all my heart.

It took Lucifer all his strength to not collapse or go into a violent frenzy. He balled up his fists so tight, the gloves started tearing at the seams. He watched you smiling so gleefully in his arms, looking so radiant. When Simeon dipped his head down to kiss you, the moonlight poured in through the window as if blessing your union.

It was supposed to be him. If only he made it to your room sooner, it could have been him. Embracing all your beauty, being the cause of the shining smile. IT COULD HAVE BEEN HIM.

At his best

"Are you really that happy with him?" he asks you later that night. The blush on your cheeks and that cheeky smile says it all.

"Congratulations MC." You look so joyous even at the thought of Simeon, how could he ruin that?

His temper is worse, more unforgiving towards all his brothers. He has to bear with your absence in the house all day. The fact that he knows you're at Purgatory hall, sipping tea and arm in arm with him pains him to think.

You bring Simeon along to the council to help him too. He outright denies and asks both of you to leave.

He only ever feels calm to see you alone, but that is even rarer with his brothers around to hog his remaining time.

Eventually makes his peace with it, maybe you're better off with someone as pure as yourself than a demon like him.

At his worst

His wrath is back. It's almost bad enough to birth another Satan. His sense of entitlement is through the roof.

He snaps three weeks later when Simeon and you tell everyone about it and decide that you'll be moving to Purgatory hall soon. Everyone claps and rejoices while Lucifer, drunk off Demonus, crashes the fun.

"Simeon, you dirty cheat, pretending to be all pure with your white wings and devious smile. How dare you?!" He says in calm and deadly rage.

"Lucifer... what's wrong-" You approach him to ask. He looks at you and you see the little tears in the corners.

"MC WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE THAT NIGHT. MINE. NOT YOURS. THE ONLY BEING THAT CAME CLOSE ENOUGH TO STEAL MY HEART AND YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME."

Lucifer was louder now, hysterically angry, throwing his glass on the floor. "AND I KNOW THEY WOULD HAVE PICKED ME IF I GOT TO THEM FIRST! I LOVED THEM TOO DAMNIT." Simeon stood in front of you to protect you from Lucifer's rage. You hid your face in your hands, breaking down in sobs. What is happening? Where did you go wrong?

"Look at them, Lucifer. Look. At. What. You've. Done. And don't tell you've forgotten how many times you've threatened their lives before." Simeon said, holding you tight as you cried into his chest. "How dare you still feel like you deserve them?"

Lucifer sees you broken down, clutching onto Simeon for dear life, crying. You were smiling just a minute ago what has he done? Simeon blocked off his view with his pearly white wings. A reminder of what Lucifer used to be and cannot be again.

Mammon: Asmodeus

You were his human. And he was your first demon. No one was more territorial about you than him. So he finally made up his mind to seal the deal. No more lying about his feelings. He was going to claim you, once and for all. He imagined you smiling and running your hands through his hair and kissing him returning his feelings.

"MC! I brought the movie of the day!" He barged into your room excited, but you were nowhere to be found. Where could you have gone? It was your movie night with him. You were supposed to be waiting for him inside. He asked his brothers and they said you were with Asmo. He stomped his way up to Asmo's room and called out your name. No response. Not till he peeked inside the dark washroom. You were holding Asmo who looked very unstable and weak, sitting at the side of the bath.

MC: Asmo why don't you listen to me when I tell you not to drink so much!?

Asmo: I'm sorry MC *hic* I needed it today...

MC: Why? What's so scary that you don't have the confidence to do sober?

Asmo: MC do you think I look beautiful?

MC: Of course Asmo, you always do.

Asmo: Even with my runny make up, red nose and swollen eyes and this horrible complexion?

MC: *grabs his face* You're always beautiful to me MC.

Asmo: I...I stopped sleeping around MC. I couldn't do it anymore. *tearing up* Because to them, I'm only beautiful with a perfect covered up face.

MC: Asmo...they're blind and shallow demons who don't know anything! I know you, and I know how much more beautiful you are inside out. Don't listen to them.

Asmo feeling insecure about his appearance? What a big fat lie. Is this his new ploy to get to you? How irritating. It's not going to work, Mammon knows you're smarter than that. The Avatar of Lust can manipulate in many ways. Surely his human was smart enough to see through that!

Asmo: MC, I knew you were the one only who truly loved me. And today, I found the one I love too. Much more than I love myself. So I needed a drink to tell you this.

MC: Asmo...

Asmo: *holding your face gently* MC you saw past this pretty face. You saw the things I do more than what I am. Or what I pretend to be. I know it's hard to believe coming from the Avatar of Lust... But MC, I truly really love you. *looks down and sobs* But you probably can't believe me right?

MC: Asmo. Look at me. *You run your fingers through his hair and he looks up with teary eyes* I believe you. And I've loved you too. You're the only one who never hurt me. The one who willingly made a pact with me. You've been so sweet to me since I came. How could I love anyone else?

Asmo: MC I want you all to myself. Will you be mine? Only mine? I swear I'll keep you happy always!

MC: Of course Asmo. I'll all yours. I'm your little human. *giggling and kissing his head*

Asmo: *grabs and kisses you* MC, if you want, I can be your actual first tonight.

Mammon fell to his knees. He wanted to barge in and scream. He wanted to wrestle Asmo to the ground. He wanted to break his face for saying the words that were special to him and you. But your response had him paralysed. You...accepted him. You agreed to be his.

Silent tears streamed down his face as he watched you embracing Asmo, peppering kisses all over his face, running your hands through his hair, laughing and frolicking in the water with him. The colored moonlight through the stained glass danced on their skin like a scene from his favourite movie.

At his best

He cries to himself for days. Spends as much time outside as he can.

Maybe he is an idiot for thinking he had a chance with him. How could he compete with Asmo's charms.

Maybe it hurt more because Asmo didn't even have to use his charms.

Only ever tries to talk to you if he's sure your alone. One time he barged into your room and caught you and Asmo tangled up together and it broke him all over again.

He watched as you twirled around in a new outfit Asmo bought. He scoffs. He could have bought it for you too.

You both look so cheerful and in love, he decides to accept it. For the sake of his little brother and the human he loves.

At his worst

Breaks down and lets his emotions out in the worst way possible. Too desperate to win you back somehow.

Asmo and you were just telling Solomon and Simeon about your relationship when Mammon barged in through the doors of Purgatory halls.

"MC look! Look what I got you!" He came in all ragged. He knelt down and pulled out a ring. "Take me instead! I was your first wasn't I MC? Don't let him take my place please!"

"Mammon no... No please don't be this way...I'm sorry..." You kneel down next to him as he screams and sobs like a child. You feel guilty. You caused this. You lead him on. You fight your own tears as you keep apologising.

Asmo yanks you up and wraps his arms around you, staring down angrily at Mammon. "Mammon, leave."

Mammon lunged at Asmo. "I was going to tell them. That night was our movie night. You stole that night from me. YOU STOLE MY CHANCE AND MY MC!"

Asmo mocked at him with a sardonic laugh. "You still assume MC is yours without even telling them. You kept lying about your feelings and hurting them in the process. And yet, when they finally look happy, you come and make them cry. You are a scumbag Mammon."

Mammon looked at your tear stained face, nestled inside Asmo's arms and wings. He really felt like nothing but a scumbag.

Leviathan : Belphegor

Levi fell in love with you since your first act of kindness. As a shut-in whose only conversations were with his own eccentric and dismissive brothers, you were an angel who had brought him the gift of true companionship. Honestly he was okay being your best friend, until the day he started craving more. So he decided it was time to tell you.

'MC come to my room! I have a new game to show you!' It was a virtual dating game where he was going to confess digitally. You always loved his creative ways of doing simple stuff after all. He decided to play your favourite game while waiting for you. He even left the door ajar. Now he wished he didn't.

Belphie: MC do you have a minute?

MC: Yeah I was just heading to Levi's room what's up?

Belphie: I think I fallen in love with you, MC.

MC: .... Huh?

Levi almost burst out laughing hearing Belphie's confession. What kind of a bland confession is that? How can someone say that so easily? No that was definitely a joke on MC or something. Surely MC wouldn't take this seriously.

Belphie: I had a dream just now. About you.

MC: Uh huh?

Belphie: In that dream, we were up in the sky, among the stars. And you looked so pretty glittering along with them all. So I kissed you impulsively. And you kissed me back.

MC: ...that's a sweet dream. *blushes*

Belphie: *takes your hand* I woke up and my first thougt was I wish that was real. And then I realised it can be.

MC: ...

Belphie: I want to be able to kiss you always. I want to be able to take you far away. I want all your time. I love you MC. Be mine.

MC: Belphie I-

Belphie: I know, how can you possibly love your own murderer...? *Sighs* I cannot undo what I did. I'm sorry MC. I can only swear that I won't ever let that happen again.

MC: *smiles and cups his face* You were locked away for 3 millenia I can imagine your endless anger and grief for your sister. I forgave you long ago.

Belphie: So does that mean you'll accept me?

MC: You're already mine, silly. And now I'm yours. You're the only one I can relax with in the whole realm.

Belphie: MC... Come here. *holds you close and kisses you*

Levi's game screen displayed the message "GAME OVER: You lose". Levi couldn't see it clearly. His vision was blurred by the tears brimming on his eyes. You and Belphie looked to distant shadows on the moon.

He blamed himself for even thinking he had a chance with you. But maybe just...maybe if he had gotten there before? He stared at the screen and then at his spare console that he had declared yours. He picked up it, and locked it inside. Probably won't be needing it anytime soon.

At his best

He barely comes out of his room anymore. He tries to return your smile at breakfast but then returns hurriedly, leaving Beel to finish most of his food.

"Are you sure you want to play games? Wouldn't you rather go up to the attic" He mutters under his breath sometimes and then says it's nothing when you ask him.

Pains him when he sees you curled with Belphie in random places, dozing off. Might cover you with a blanket. Just you though.

Spites Belphie. A lot of people have said they look and act alike. But somehow you like sleeping more than anime and gaming?

Just accepts it as his fate. Atleast he's still your best friend, right?

At his worst

He's called the Avatar of Envy for a reason. He can barely hold it in seeing the both of you together constantly.

Belphie you and Beel were having a jolly time watching a movie and eating snacks while Belphie slept curled up in your lap. Levi happened to walk in while you were rubbing Belphie's head soothingly.

For some reason, Levi couldn't hold it in anymore. "UGH YOU FUCKING NORMIES!" he screamed out of frustration.

Belphie woke up drowsily when you stopped at stared at Levi holding back tears in the doorway. "Levi..what's wrong.." you call out to him.

He barges in and pushes Belphie off you and grabs your hands, tears falling and him screaming. "Why do you care, MC?! I'm a just disgusting shut in otaku right?! But guess what even as that I do more than just sleep and drool all fucking day! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY ATLEAST IM NOT THE ONE WHO KILLED YOU! So why him? WHY NOT ME MC?!"

"Levi...no..." You plead with him to calm down, tearing up yourself. You should have known. You should have known this would happen.

Belphie violently pushed Levi off you and grabbed him by the collar. "You were the first one to attack MC in this house. And I'm sure you would have killed them if not for Lucifer. So stop pretending you're better than me, you ridiculous creep. A shut in like you is worthless. The only thing you're good at is making MC distressed."

Levi looked at you trying to pull Belphie back, tears streaming down your face and hung his head low. It was simply an Otome game and MC didn't choose him.

Satan: Solomon

Satan took his time to fall. With late night studying session, every cat cafe date, every trip to the museum - he fell more and more each time. To the point where he wanted to spend every waking moment with you. And he was ready to tell you.

For a whole week, he kept writing and scrapping the perfect love letter for you. Then he realised you were someone who preferred simple honesty. "MC please wait for me in the library I'll be there shortly." He'd said before he dashed out to bring a boquet of your favourite flowers and a book which reminded him of you. He'd almost made it to the library, he saw you waiting inside for him eagerly. That was until someone flew in through the window.

Solomon? What's he doing at this hour? Satan peeked in through the half open library door. He wanted to be alone with you so he'd wait till Solomon was gone. He shouldn't have waited.

MC: Solomon! You scared me silly!

Solomon: *laughing* Your face just now MC...so adorable! Like a scared kitten!

MC: You wooshed in through the window!

Solomon: Okay okay my bad. Now what are you doing in the library so late at night. I went to your room and couldn't find you.

MC: Oh Satan called me out here. Told me to wait for him. Maybe there's a new book he wants to read.

Solomon: Do you guys do that often? Reading books this late?

MC: Haha yeah usually we just read in my room or his at night, in case we fall asleep.

Solomon: *sigh* So unfair.

MC: What's unfair?

Solomon: You and I are the only humans here. Why did they put us in different houses? Shouldn't we... be together more often?

MC: Well logically yes we should. Just classes and magic lessons aren't enough! You should live here too!

Solomon: I doubt Lucifer would be okay with that. But well.. here's the real reason I'm here now. *brings out a little basket*

MC: That's...that's a kitten! Hi baby! What's her name!?

Solomon: MC.

MC: Yeah what?

Solomon: No I named the kitten MC. This way I get to call your name as much as I want haha. The silly things us humans do for love, huh?

Satan had a sick feeling in his stomach. Watching you and him sitting in the moonlight, surrounded by books, cuddling a kitten and confessing...that should be him. Him not Solomon. He didn't like where this was heading. But just like you can't help but stare at disaster - he couldn't look away. What was MC going to say...?

MC: Solomon... *blushes*

Solomon: Does my affection scare you? *reaches for your hand*

MC: Of course not...I.. *gets closer and intertwining your fingers together*

Solomon: Is this your way of showing-

MC: *blushes* Yes. I love you too.

Solomon: I believe I've lived for a 1000 years just to hear those words. *kisses you against the bookshelves*

MC: I believe you've gotten 1000 years worth of romantic lines stored away in that head of yours. *Laughs and kisses him back*

Solomon: Let's take this to the moon shall we?

Satan watched as he took you and kitten in his arms and flew out the window. Satan rushed in not wanting to lose sight of you, dropping the flowers and books. Balling his fists, he choked on his angry tears as he watched you both laughing and kissing against the bright light of the moon. He felt like his own happy ending was stolen from him.

When you disappeared from view, he let out a blood curdling scream, pulling at his own hair and knocking over the bookshelf against which Solomon kissed you. The wrath inside him made him thrashing around in pain, burning him inside out. The flowers he dropped, lay there next to his sobbing body, wilting in his pain.

At his best

He manages to put on his best fake smile and go about his day. Tries hard to hide his annoyance if you bring him up.

But you seem so happy and you often invite him to new cat cafes and shelters. So despite Solomon's presence, he feels calm because of you and the cats.

Is secretly happy you get to spend more time with him than Solomon. Takes advantage of that and hogs you all to himself while in the house

While he can't hold or kiss you the way the Solomon does, you're here next to him, reading his recommended books. That's enough to soothe his yearning heart.

At his worst

The war for love is on. He doesn't care if Solomon already won. He will still declare his love no matter what.

It started out as subtle, he did what he knew Solomon couldn't. Cooking MC's favourite dishes whenever it was his turn to cook.

Tries to subtly reinforce his intelligence over Solomon when you're around. What's 1000 years of knowledge worth, Satan has been there since the first millenia ever

But the day Solomon and you announced you'll be moving to Purgatory Hall, he charged at him, his demon form angry and glowing. "How dare you think you can take them away from us? You think you can win against us... against me? You may have taken my chance with them but I won't let you take them away! They belong here with me!"

You inched closer to Satan's form. You'd never seem him this angry. "Satan please calm down-" Satan wasn't listening. He let out a feral growl and attacked Solomon.

Solomon held MC by his side and made a protection shield Satan couldn't get through. You started crying, watching his wrath take over, he must be in so much pain.

Solomon felt you curl up against him in fear and guilt. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Satan by the scruff of his neck, like you'd do with a misbehaving cat.

"You say you want to protect them and yet look what you did instead." Solomon said. Satan looked helplessly at you, crying with your face buried in your hands. Glancing at his horns in the mirror, he called out to you sadly, "MC..."

Solomon creeped closer and said in a deadly low voice. "You love fairy tales right Satan? Well in the story of Beauty and the Beast, they could only be together because the beast was actually a human." And Satan was far from being a human.

Asmo : Mammon

It happened the day Asmo looked into the mirror and felt something missing. Suddenly his own reflection wasn't enough anymore. He pondered what it was when you happened to walk into his room and hug him from behind. And then he found the missing piece. You. He simply had to make sure you would become a part of him now.

Now contrary to popular belief, he did get nervous while thinking of proposing. This man is all about lust and a little kid when it comes to love. It's a whole new emotion and he's unsure how to deal with it. With some advice from Satan's romance books he lights your room up with candles, groomed himself perfectly, waiting for you to return to your room. Only you don't come. "What's taking MC so long?!"

He headed out and found you in Mammon's room instead. Asmo saw in the reflection off the mirror, Mammon's shirt off and him lying on his front as you poured ointment over his scars.

Mammon: Oi MC please don't be so upset...

MC: You didn't deserve this. You didn't. I did.

Mammon: MC, not again.

MC: You took my punishment. You took the blame for the broken vase for my sake.

Mammon: I didn't want ya getting hurt ya stupid human!

MC: Don't be calling me stupid and then go off doing stupid stuff yourself! *cries*

Mammon: MC...no don't cry. Please I'm sorry.

MC: Don't apologize for this! Mammon you're too kind... You keep taking blame for others, and the others just UGH.

Mammon: I've gotten used to Lucifer's punishments, MC! I'm more used to it than my brothers so I can take it!

MC: .... You're such a sweet big brother. You can't stop protecting the people you love, can you?

Mammon: *turns around to lie on his back* Now you get why I need to protect ya, don't ya?

Asmo's eyes flew open as did yours. Mammon just confessed to you. Albeit indirectly, but really did. But he felt pity for his older brother. Sure he was caring and sweet sometimes, but mostly he was a thief and a scumbag who constantly gets into trouble. He didn't stand a chance against Asmo's charms.

MC: Mammon... You silly demon. I love you too. *Lays their head on his chest*

Mammon: *blushes and coughs* Of course ya love the Great Mammon, human!

MC: *smiles against his skin* Swear to me, you won't ever do that again else I will fight Lucifer myself!

Mammon: *smiles* He's attacked ya thrice and yer face still loses its colour whenver he's around and yet yer thinking of fighting him for my sake, MC?

MC: OF COURSE!

Mammon: But I don't want that. Ya did too much for all of us when ya sacrificed your life to bring Belphie back. I should know, I held ya in my arms. *Tears up* Ya know ye were smiling still?? So calm and undisturbed as if ya didn't care what happens to ya now that all the brothers are together?

MC: You caught me...

Mammon: And I never want to catch ya like that again, get that human!? I will be a good protector as I was meant to be.

MC: Mammon... you're far too kind to be a demon. *Kisses him and gets on top of him*

Mammon: *grips their arms and holds them close* Stay with me tonight.

Asmo watched as you nodded and took off your top and lay down over him again, your skins in gentle and intimate contact and you both wrap your arms around and you presses kisses onto each other. The moonlight danced on your entangled bodies.

He stared and stared, his insides burning with an alien feeling. He hadn't known envy till you came along. His signature move would be to call both of you out and suggest a threesome, but what you both seemed to have was impenetrable. And in the mirror where he saw your reflections, he couldn't see himself.

At his best

This demon had never known love. He might have if Mammon hadn't decides to confess that very night.

But who cares? What's done is done. It's time to root for the both of you. He still has his followers to turn to.

"Mammon finally confessed huh?" He asked jokingly. Until he saw you blush and nod.

"You both must have fun together huh?" He says with a dry laugh.

Your hugs and headpats still keep him going. He takes you buy new dresses knowing it's to impress Mammon instead.

Tries so hard to conceal his tears and tantrums around you. He doesn't want to lose the small part of you that he had left.

At his worst

He cannot stay home. The sight of you both together makes him irritated and stressed both very bad for his skin.

He drinks and parties uncontrollably, bringing home demons and succubi that always seem to resemble you.

One night, Lucifer had enough and caught him by the collar, forbidding him to go to his room. Asmo giggled until Mammon and you showed up.

He swiftly escaped Lucifer's grasp and lunged at you, holding your face between his trembling hands. You look at him closely, his make up was messier than usual, the cresent underneath his eyes was darker than usual.

"MC...look at me. Look at only me. Just for a little while." Asmo said and his eyes glowed. He'd turned on his charm on full force as he leaned into you for a kiss.

Mammon pushed him back and stood before you protectively. Asmo fell back, laughing like a maniac. "Stupid Mammon they are with you out of pity! How long do you think you can make them stay with that stupid brain and sub par beauty?"

You teared up and screamed, "Asmo stop saying things like that! You dont even know anything about him!" Mammon hugged you tight, trying to calm you down.

And then in a lowly growl he said, "Asmo don't let me see ya laying a finger on MC again. Ya would see how people really see ya if you learnt to look away from your own reflection!"

But Asmo did. He did look away from his reflection. He looked at you. Only you didn't look back at him.

Keep reading Pt. 2

#obey me angst #obey me heavy angst #obey me headcanon #obey me headcannons #obey me angst headcanon #obey me Lucifer #obey me Mammon #obey me Levi #obey me Leviathan #obey me Satan #obey me Asmo #obey me Asmodeus #obey me Simeon #obey me Solomon #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me MC

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whore-for-fluff · 2 years ago

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sirius helps lily out, feat. wolfstar and jily <3

warnings : mentions of alcohol and drinking, throwing up, underage drinking (one year under limit), established relationships, kissing, fluff, swearing

summary : Lily drinks a bit too much at James’ birthday party, and Sirius helps her out

words : 1052

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Oh bloody hell… Maybe that last shot wasn’t the best idea. Lily Evans shut her green eyes, breathing slowly through her mouth, trying to keep down the many shots of vodka that she had consumed in not very much time. The deafening noise of her boyfriend James Potter’s 17th birthday party was not helping her struggles. Looking up, even her upset stomach couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on her face as she saw her boyfriend standing on a table holding hands with his best friend Remus - who looked very embarrassed - and singing loudly. His hair was falling in his eyes and his glasses were hanging precariously on the edge of his nose, which Lily found adorable. James Potter was having the time of his life.

Lily, on the other hand, was not. The distraction of her beautiful boyfriend was not enough to settle her stomach, and Lily clapped her hand over her mouth and ran to the toilets, refusing to ruin James’ birthday party by puking all over the common room. Fortunately, she managed to knee-slide to the toilet before spewing her insides out into the toilet bowl. Tears came to her eyes as she sniffled, trying to push back her red curls. She had tried so hard to look nice, and now it was all ruined because she was trying too hard to keep up with her friends. Lily shut her eyes with a small sob and rested her head on her arms with a groan. “Red, you okay?” Lily’s head shot up as she heard Sirius’ voice behind her. Bad idea. Very bad idea. “Oh God,” Lily said, before turning back to the toilet. Sirius ran to her, holding her hair back and rubbing her back.

Once she was done, Sirius gave her a sympathetic smile and helped her sit up. Handing her a small handkerchief, Sirius put his hand on her back and asked, “Do you want me to get Prongs, Red?” Lily grabbed his arm in panic and shook her head violently, “No! You can’t tell him, Sirius, I don’t want to ruin his party!” Sirius shook his head and shrugged. Despite his constant teasing, he had grown rather fond of the stubborn girl currently collapsed half against him and half against the toilet bowl. He was glad he had held off on the heavy drinking and kept to just some beers - very out of character for him, but you know what they say about love and making you crazy… So, with the promise of a return and complete silence regarding her wellbeing, Sirius slipped out of the toilets, ready for his stealth mission to acquire a glass of water for Evans.

Immediately, his plan hit an obstacle, in the form of Sirius Black’s very tipsy boyfriend Remus. The other boy looped his arms around Sirius’ neck, playing with his long dark hair. “Fancy seeing you here, Padfoooot,” Remus slurred, mumbling against his boyfriend’s lips before closing the gap between them and kissing him, pushing him up against the wall. Reluctantly, Sirius broke away and whispered, “Nice to see you too, love, but Lily is on the floor of the toilet hurling out her insides, and James cannot know. Got it? I’ve got to get her some water…” Blinking heavily, Remus nodded and grumbled before saying, “You look really good, Sirius, like really really good,” and leaning in for another kiss. Sirius felt a little bit guilty for being this easily distracted when his friend was curled up crying next to a toilet, but saying no to Remus while he was wearing a really adorably ugly knitted sweater was really difficult. Especially when he was such a good fucking kisser.

Unfortunately for them, the two boys were yanked apart by none other than James Potter, who had been ditching components of his birthday suit and was now in socks, trousers, an untucked shirt with a few buttons undone, and his tie loose. “Prongs, what the fuck?” Sirius asked, annoyed at the interruption. “Sorry, lads, but have you seen my beautiful girlfriend? I seem to have misplaced her,” James said, with a wink and his signature winning smile. Sirius felt another wave of guilt as he remembered Lily. “Nope, not recently, sorry Prongs,” Sirius said, at the same time as Remus said, “Noooo, but don’t worry she’s definitely not throwing up in the toilet!” Sirius rolled his eyes and cursed, regretting his life choices. In a flash, James had disappeared into the toilet, barreling through the door. Groaning, Sirius grabbed a very confused Remus’ hand and dragged him into the toilet.

As James opened the cubicle door, his eyes widened with sadness. His girlfriend, the love of his life, was curled up on the floor, tears running from her bright green eyes and her hair in a messy red bun at the crook of her neck. Even though it broke his heart to see her like this, even now, in James Potter’s eyes, Lily had never looked more beautiful. Her green dress was scrunched up underneath her, and the heels she had been wearing lay discarded next to her. “Oh, Lil, darling,” James said, and sat next to her, pulling her in for a hug. Lily pulled away, rambling, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to ruin your party, I was just trying to keep up with Mary and I felt really sick and-” James leaned forward and kissed her, stopping the flow of anxious words. Pulling away he said, “You are more important than anything else.” Lily could have sworn that her heart melted then and there. Helping her to her feet, and walking past Sirius and Remus - Sirius was carrying Remus bridal style with shockingly little effort, and the boy was falling asleep in Sirius’ arms - James knocked open the door.

Standing on a chair, he yelled out, “PARTY’S OVER, EVERYONE OUT, THANK YOU!” In a matter of seconds, the Gryffindor common room was empty, and the two couples were alone. The fire crackled, lighting a sleeping Remus on Sirius’ lap, both of them on a squishy armchair. Next to them, Lily was curled up asleep on the sofa, her head in James’ lap, who was absentmindedly playing with her hair. Across the common room, James and Sirius smiled at each other.

“Happy birthday, Prongs.”

“Thanks, Padfoot.”

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