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bi-bard · 1 year ago

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When a Demon Stumbles onto the Doorstep of a Bookshop - Crowley Imagine [Good Omens]

Title: When a Demon Stumbles onto the Doorstep of a Bookshop

Pairing: Crowley X Reader

Word Count: 1,944 words

Warning(s): **SEASON 2 SPOILERS** mention of abandonment, drunk character

Summary: [Post-Season 2] After Aziraphale's departure, (Y/n) joins Muriel in the goal of taking care of the bookshop and the tasks that may come with that. One of those many tasks includes being prepared for the moment that a familiar demon finds his way to the doorstep at odd hours of the night.

Author's Note: Listen. I said that I was going to focus on my writing challenges. I know. But someone made this headcanon on Tiktok and I couldn't shake it. If anyone has the user, please let me know because I cannot find it, but I might also just be stupid.

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When I first found Muriel in charge of Aziraphale's bookshop, I knew that I needed to step in and help where I could.

Well, that's not quite right.

I actually started off very scared.

After what had happened the night before that with the legion of demons coming to attack and Crowley ushering everyone away from the building, I knew that I needed answers. The only way to get those answers was to get back to the bookshop when the coast seemed to be clear.

If I had slammed the doors open any harder, then they would have surely popped off the hinges.

What I saw was Muriel standing in the middle of the room with a stack of books in their hands. They jumped at the sudden noise, quickly scrambling to keep from dropping the books.

"Oh, you scared me," they said before placing the books on the table. "Hello!"

"Who are you," I asked, ignoring any introduction.

"I am a human police officer," they motioned down at their all-white uniform. Angel. Got it. "And bookshop owner... now."

"Where's Aziraphale?"

"Oh, just... off."

That was the very moment that my fear turned to annoyance and anger. "Off?"

"Yeah... y'know, off."

"Where?"

"Oh, well..."

I stepped forward. "Listen. Aziraphale has been one of the dearest in my life for years now. I know about the angel thing. I know about demons that were here last night. Hell, I know about the failed apocalypse. So, when I hear that he's 'off' and has left his beloved bookshop in the charge of some random angel that I've never seen, I get very upset and very worried. I suggest that you tell me what happened to him."

"I can't-"

"And I suggest that you do it quick because he is not the only celestial being that I have on speed dial."

That seemed to be the only push that Muriel needed to tell me everything that had happened while I was gone. Gabriel's memories coming back, Gabriel and Beelzebub running off together, the offer that Aziraphale had taken, and the one that Crowley had apparently turned down. All of it. Well, as much as Muriel knew at the time.

I stood there for a few moments. Stunned into silence.

"Are you-"

"He didn't even say goodbye," I muttered.

"Well, the Metatron seemed very insistent that he needed to go right away- where are you going?"

I had already turned around and walked out of the bookshop again. I looked down the street before going to grab my phone. I frantically clicked Crowley's contact.

It rang a few times before going to voicemail.

"Crowley," I murmured. "Please, answer. Please. I... I found out about Aziraphale and I... I don't know what to do or where to go. Please."

I hung up and walked a little further down the road, wiping my eyes as tears started falling.

The moment that I went to call him a second time, I heard a car engine racing closer to me. I looked down the road to see the all too familiar Bentley pulling up to the curb next to me.

I put my phone away as he got out of the car.

"Crowley-"

I was cut off by him pulling me into a hug. I hid my face in his shoulder for a moment.

"He didn't even say goodbye," I repeated pathetically.

"Trust me, it would've been worse if he had."

It was then that I knew that we were losing the same person, yet grieving two very different things.

After that day, I made myself a new home in the room that had previously been used by "Jim". I had thrown a bit of a fit about the bookshop being entrusted to some random angel instead of a friend. Muriel was kind enough to let me stay. I think that they needed the help, but I was willing to call it merely an act of kindness if it made them feel better.

I didn't know how beneficial my presence would be in the shop.

I knew that I could help organize and clean. I could protect Aziraphale's precious books and keep Maggie's record shop safe. I could try to teach Muriel how to appear more human. I knew that stuff.

I never expected to become accustomed to Crowley turning up at odd hours of the night, often- if not always- drunk.

He would knock on the door or just barge in, yelling for Aziraphale. He wouldn't stop until I had gone down there and broke the news to him that Aziraphale may not come back. That he might be staying in Heaven forever and we may never be able to see him again.

It hurt. And I imagine that it always will. Having to put him to rest on the couch or watch him stumble back outside.

He always wore his glasses, but the heartbreak was so clear that it passed the lenses too easily.

It was one of those nights that he told me the truth of what happened before Aziraphale left. What happened between them.

I had been startled awake by the loud sound of the door slamming open and shut.

I walked out of my room immediately. Muriel stepped out, but I held a hand out. I had been taking care of this since it all started. I wasn't going to stop now.

I walked downstairs, hearing Crowley calling for his angel as I made it downstairs.

"Angel!" he was spinning in circles as he yelled. "I know that you can hear me! Come here and talk to me!"

"Crowley," I said gently as I approached him. "Stop it."

"Angel!"

"Stop it!"

He didn't listen to me, instead still walking around and spinning as he yelled for Aziraphale to just talk to him.

He didn't stop until I grabbed his wrists and forced him to look at me.

"Stop, Crowley," I tried to keep my voice firm. "This is not going to get Aziraphale to come back! I don't even think that he can hear you! Stop it!"

The demon fell quiet as he stared at me. There was a long pause between us. I immediately began to question what I had said. I was constantly terrified of being too harsh. I didn't want to be some additional reason for Crowley to be hopeless over the whole event.

I grabbed the wine bottle that was sitting in his hand before placing it on the table nearby. "Come on... you're staying here tonight."

He didn't follow me when I tried to drag him over to the small couch.

"Crowley..."

"I don't... I don't want to sleep on that couch."

I frowned at him. "I'm not letting you sleep in your car right now, Crowley."

We both stopped. I had learned a lot about stubbornness over the course of my friendship with Crowley. And he knew that. And I'm certain that some part of him despised teaching me that skill.

"Come on," I said, dragging him toward the staircase. He followed me begrudgingly.

I pulled him to my room and motioned to the small bed in there.

"Go on," I pushed when he didn't move at first.

I heard him grumbling under his breath as he walked over. He somewhat flopped on the mattress, and I shook my head as I went to pull the blanket over him.

"Better?"

"Yeah, sure," he grumbled.

"Want to take off your glasses-"

"Leave them."

He hadn't taken off his glasses in front of me since Aziraphale left. Not that he often did anyway.

I took a deep breath and went to walk away.

"Would you...," he trailed off.

"What," I asked.

"Nothing. Never mind."

There's that stubbornness and closed-off attitude. "What is it, Crowley?"

"Would you stay?" he finally muttered.

"Just stay in here? Sure-"

"I meant lay with me. Please."

I glanced at the minimal empty space next to him for a moment. "Are you sure that you'd be comfortable with that?"

"I'm a demon. I have spent my nights in far more uncomfortable places than a small bed."

One day, I would need to question him on those 'I'm a demon' excuses.

I awkwardly shifted my way under the covers, fixing them over him as I did so. After a few more awkward moments, I reached out and wrapped my arms around his torso quietly. I expected some grumbling or some kind of fight. Nothing happened. Instead, Crowley merely sighed and seemed to relax into the pillow more.

I spent some time thinking. Mainly about whether or not demons actually had any need for sleep or for blankets to keep warm. I had thought about it before.

There was plenty that I knew.

I knew that food was more of a luxury than it was a necessity. I knew that they had a lot more control over things around me than I thought before. I knew that they could travel to and from Hell with a particular elevator or particular stairways.

I also knew that Crowley had the ability to sober himself up in an instant.

He had shown me that trick ages ago because I was curious.

So, when he began showing up at the bookshop while completely drunk, I questioned why he wouldn't sober himself up when on the couch or in his car or on any occasion like this.

It didn't take me very long to figure out why that was the case.

It was grief.

Not just normal grief, but grief for someone who was still very much living and breathing.

There was something so much worse about grieving someone who wasn't even dead yet.

When they aren't dead, there's always some remaining shred of hope that they will choose to come back. Which should be comforting, in theory. But when they don't come back... it only feels like a constant reminder that you truly may not be enough for them to fight for or want to fight for.

I could only guess that those thoughts were going through Crowley's mind because they were going through my mind.

"I kissed him."

My ears pricked up at his sudden words. "What?"

"I kissed him," Crowley repeated.

I knew that Crowley and Aziraphale loved each other. It was painfully obvious. I always thought that one of them finally saying something about it would have a dramatically different ending. I imagined them both hiding away in the bookshop. Not much changing... just what was normal for Aziraphale and Crowley but with a little more hand-holding. Not this.

I took a deep breath. "When?"

"After I rejected his offer to become an angel," he explained. "He had told me all about the Metatron's plan. I would have rejected it no matter what, but I had just been scolded by Nina and Maggie for not telling Aziraphale about how I felt. It just... It felt like the only chance that I had left to get him to stay."

I wondered if Crowley was telling me this because he trusted me or if it was merely because he was drunk.

"I miss him."

"I know," I muttered, hugging him a little tighter. "I miss him too."

I closed my eyes as I did that.

What else could I offer?

There was so much that I could understand. So much that I could offer him in terms of help and comfort. All I could do was hope that everything would eventually work itself out.

And at that point, that hope was getting harder and harder to hold onto.

Maybe some force in the universe would keep me from letting go of it completely. Eventually.

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anonymousewrites · 3 months ago

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Sixteen

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Sixteen: Adolescent Antichrist to Adolescent Deity

Summary: (Y/N) and Lucifer get to live and love.

Mouse Note: I can't believe it. Three years of this story, and it has come to its end. I can't believe. Red and Lucifer and Em and Leon and Olive and Noa and Marcel have been so near and dear to my heart for so long, it's hard saying go. But they have their happy ending. I couldn't be happier for them. And I couldn't be happier for all of you readers and commenters who supported my madness and my fun these last few years. You are all amazing, and I grew so much from the first chapter of Book 1 to this final chapter of Book 6. Thank you so much.

“So I don’t have to go out like Muriel?”

“No, you can have your own way of having fun and connecting with your interests,” said (Y/N). “Muriel is apparently a partier—there are other angels who like doing that. If you like quieter things more, then that’s fine. You can read, try tea or coffee, or just go for walks. Try joining a library book club if you’re lonely. Alright, Raphael?”

“…I suppose that makes sense,” said Raphael. “Thank you, G—Deity.”

“You’re welcome.” (Y/N) stood from the couch. “Are you feeling better?”

“I am.” Raphael shifted nervously. “I-I thought you wouldn’t speak to me, but Andriel said you helped her.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Now, go and try something new but something that’s in your interests. You can go out of your comfort zone another time.”

“Thank you. Goodbye.” Raphael smiled, flapped his wings, and disappeared.

“Another successful therapy session?” said Lucifer, walking into the living room with a cup of tea.

He handed it to them, and (Y/N) took a thankful sip and sighed happily. They liked helping the angels out—boy did they need a lot of help—but it could also be tiring. After all, (Y/N) was seventeen still. Not for long, but still. There was a lot resting on their shoulders, and it was a miracle (ironically) that they had been doing so well for so long.

“Yes,” said (Y/N), smiling at Lucifer.

However, despite it all, (Y/N) was satisfied. There was peace. The angels were only making minor chaos on Earth exploring their individuality (which gave (Y/N) plenty of moments to get rid of their irritation by scolding them), (Y/N) could interfere ever-so-slightly if it felt like the world was about to tip in a dangerous direction (though (Y/N) avoided it since that felt wrong and they refused to actually control anyone since they respected free will—even to make mistakes), and (Y/N)’s life had finally found a rhythm of calm.

Or, near calm.

(Y/N) also had graduation and their fashion project to go, and then it was their birthday, and they needed a university to go to, and the angels wanted some sort of coronation or something in the Silver City (which they had already paraded (Y/N) around), and (Y/N) was tempted to escape to another universe at times.

“I’m glad things are going so well,” said Lucifer. “I admit, I was a bit worried.”

“You were worried? I was freaking out,” said (Y/N). It was one thing to become the Deity in the moment, but after a long, well-deserved nap, (Y/N) woke up literally glowing and screamed.

“And yet you have handled the transition with grace,” said Lucifer encouragingly.

“Grace was telling Jophiel he should try to be more than a frat boy in his life?” said (Y/N) sarcastically.

“Grace was telling him to find out more about himself,” said Lucifer.

He was incredibly proud of all that (Y/N) had achieved. He had wanted to be God to protect them, and now…they had grown up. He would always be there for them and help them and support them, but (Y/N) had grown strong and independent. He didn’t need to worry as much. And he was more than happy that they held the power of a God. Lucifer didn’t know of someone more deserving or capable.

(Y/N) smiled shyly and took a sip of their drink. “How is Michael?”

“I think the therapy is helping,” said Lucifer. “I suspect it is about family issues—”

“What else?” grumbled (Y/N).

“—but he’s seemed…calmer.” Lucifer smiled. “I doubt we will ever be close, but I think he is going to be a better person than he was.”

“The bar is pretty low,” joked (Y/N), but they were still glad.

“Indeed.” Lucifer chuckled. “But enough about family—or, Celestial family. We have an event tonight.”

“What?” said (Y/N), blinking.

“…Your fashion show?” said Lucifer.

“Shit!”

Apparently, being the Deity of Creation didn’t mean they couldn’t curse anymore.

“Okay, everyone’s makeup and hair is done, the clothing is ready, people are sitting down outside, the music is cued, what else, what else…” (Y/N) rambled as they walked around the backstage of their show.

“Birdie.” Em caught (Y/N)’s hands and squeezed. “Take a deep breath.”

(Y/N) looked at their partner and breathed in long and slow. They let out the breath, and their shoulders sagged.

“There you go,” said Em. “It’s going to be fine. Better than fine. The clothes look beautiful. Everyone is going to be in awe. And do you know why?”

“Because I can just use magic to make it better if something goes wrong?” said (Y/N).

Em laughed as (Y/N) tried to joke to take the edge off. “Because you worked hard. You don’t need magic or powers or anything else. You worked hard. And that is what counts. Alright? You have overcome every obstacle put in your life, and no matter what the challenge or danger, you’ve risen to it. This is a celebration of that strength. It’s a celebration of you. My Birdie.” She kissed (Y/N).

(Y/N) smiled and kissed back. “I’m so glad to have you. I know-I know it’s been a lot, me becoming…a deity, but I’m so happy I have you with me. Just like the others, but you—” (Y/N) swallowed. “Emeranne, I love you.”

Em’s smile widened, and pure adoration was in their gaze. “I love you, too, (Y/N). For all that you are.” They always had.

Em leaned in and kissed (Y/N) again. For a moment, the world was just the two of them in love. Everything was going to be alright. Because they had each other. Because they had love.

“This is exciting,” said Chloe, smiling. “I’m sure you’re proud of (Y/N).”

Lucifer nodded and smiled widely. “I am. And I haven’t seen any of the pieces put fully together, so I’m completely in the dark.”

“Emeranne refused to tell me, her queen, anything,” grumbled Maze.

“You need to have patience,” said Eve, chastising her girlfriend.

“They were probably nervous to show you,” said Linda.

“But I’m always proud of them,” said Lucifer.

“Yes, but you mean a lot to (Y/N). They want you to be impressed,” said Linda.

“Then I’ll grin the entire time,” said Lucifer.

Amenadiel chuckled. “I’m sure they’ll like that.”

“It’s going to be great. We all know how hard (Y/N) worked on this,” said Chloe.

“I know.” Lucifer’s smiled softened. “They’ve grown up into such a capable person. I don’t know where they got it.”

Chloe took his hand and squeezed. “I do.”

Lucifer smiled at her and kissed the back of her hand.

The lights of the room went off, and everyone sat up straighter. It was time for the show to begin. Over the speakers, dramatic classical music began. Red lights shot up around the room, casting mysterious shadows over the audience. White lights snapped on to face the stage.

Marcel walked out first. He had redyed his hair, and the purple was wisteria light, gentle and handsome. On his face, highlighter shone with golden dust, an exaggerated, ethereal feel. But the clothes were what stood out, what everyone was there for. And Marcel wore them proudly.

It was a suit of pure white. The pants were long and crisply sewn. The top was a button up with a high, lacy collar, and a corset cinched his waist. Overtop it all was a long white cloak, and down the edges were golden stitches. As it swept by, it was clear that the gold was stars, suns, and crosses. It matched the crosses dangling from his ears and the golden heels he walked in.

Marcel reached the end of the runway and posed with his hands in a prayer position.

Lucifer found himself grinning as he watched. (Y/N) had made their clothing be themed on their life, the different people and beings they knew. Their family. Marcel was playing the angel.

Olive was next to walk. Her blonde hair had been curled and pinned up so that the front fell messily around her face while the back was a bun of golden waves. The pins were gold with red jewels, glinting in the light. Ruby teardrop-shaped jewels hung from her ears and matched the dusting of red across Olive’s cheeks. Her eyes were dusted with pink eyeshadow, and their lips had the barest hint of redness. It seemed like she was supposed to be sorrowful, and her elegant, ballerina-style steps felt like melancholy drifted with her.

The clothes hung around her with beautiful somberness. Red billowing sleeves hung from her shoulders and were attached to a halter neck but were free from the bodice of Olive’s dress. It left her collarbone free for a red and gold necklace to highlight the neckline. The dress itself had a simple red corset top with no boning on the outside. White lace died slightly black—as if rotting—lined the top of the bodice, and a similar fade of white-to-black appeared in the ribbons sinching the corset. The skirts of the dress were of the same scarlet, falling long in the back and shortened with stitching and ribbons in the front, achieving an exaggerated Victorian effect. Her exposed legs were clad in red, rose-patterned tights, and the Mary Janes she walked in were white dipped in ink, dripping in darkness.

Olive reached the end of the runway and lifted a hand to drape it across her face with a sorrowful yet angry expression. With the golden curls and bare collar, Lucifer blinked as he recognized the picture she made. “Fallen Angel” by Alexandre Cabanel. Olive was the fallen angel. Luicfer.

Lucifer felt his heart stir, and he held Chloe’s hand tightly with emotion as Olive walked back past him.

Fortunately, the next model took his attention before he was too moved by (Y/N)’s design. They had their black coils of hair flowing freely, and they wore a black, dark-jeweled necklace across their neck. Gloves covered their arms, and an off-shoulder, lantern-sleeved dress of black lace fell from them. Gentle ruffles defined the shape and swayed with every step the model made. It was deceptively simple but beautifully made. The model blew a kiss at the end of the runway and turned with perfect attitude.

Eve, thought Lucifer. He wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he just did. It was the gentle femininity Eve favored in her clothes, but it had the black and darkness that Eve had found herself enjoying as she finally got together with Maze.

Eve herself grinned and held Maze’s hand tighter.

Leon was next to walk. He had lines of gold eyeliner around his eyes flaring out and a black lip on. The simple design of their makeup matched the simple elegance of their outfit.

It was a long and black. Thick borders lined the wrists and long necklace. The sleeves and bodice were translucent with gold and black designs stitched overtop. A wide belt defined Leon’s waist, and he had long, loose black pants. Similar golden designs sparkled on top of them. The back of the bodice flowed out into a black cape. It moved like shadows with every step Leon took. As he posed, they made sure to move just so the cape would fly through the air and billow like darkness.

(Y/N)’s powers. Lucifer smiled.

Noa walked next. Their braids were piled high on their head with a few hanging down around their face. Golden beads and a few fake coins hung in the braids. They had red eyeliner around their eyes and dark lipstick with red at the center of their lips.

They had on black shirt with billowing sleeves and ruffled wrists. Sleek black pants were on the bottom, and though both were tailored incredibly well, the best part of the outfit was the corset. It was just around the waist and looked like porcelain—cleverly painted and put together. Gold bonding trailed up Noa’s waist and became an ornamental halter like armor. The part around the waist had red paneling that shone in the light. From the waist hung gold chains with black and gold beads.

Noa posed with a smirk and a condescending, commanding look around the room.

Maze.

Mazikeen herself nodded with a smirk. She was pleased with how (Y/N) portrayed her and saw her.

The next model wasn’t someone they knew, but the theme continued. This model had nude makeup, but that was because the outfit stood out enough to make it unnecessary to have any more definition.

It was entirely red, from the jacket to the shirt to the pants. Red and dark scarlet jewels and beading were sewn into the lapels, around the collar, and onto the pants. As the model walked, the light glinted off the red, a beacon of hellish color.

The Antichrist. Lucifer smiled. He felt it. It was (Y/N)'s signature color

And now the finale. Em stepped out into the light and shone. Their red hair had slight waves despite its shortness, and gold dusted their cheeks. Her eyes were lined in white with golden eyeshadow, and simple metallic earrings were piercing their ears.

But the dress. The dress. It was as golden as the light that shone in (Y/N)’s wings. As golden as the light that shone in them and their powers. As golden as a god.

Em stepped forward. The dress had nude, transparent fabric across their neck and collar to allow for the dress to hand off their shoulders. It was beading around their neckline and became simple, wide sleeves. The dress fell around her like a waterfall of light, hanging asymmetrically down to their ankle. Golden heels glinted as Em walked down. From the straps hanging off their shoulders fell a long gold cape of tulle. It trailed as they walked, and Em glowed as they walked.

Deity.

It was breathtaking to watch (Y/N)’s work shine. Everyone just stared in awe as the golden magic of a dress passed by and returned backstage.

And then each model came out again, one after another, to end the show—angel, the fallen, Eve, shadows, Maze, demon, Deity. (Y/N) emerged at the back. Everyone was on their feet in an instant, clapping. Lucifer grinned proudly alongside the rest of (Y/N)’s family as they walked to the end of the runway with Em at their side.

They had on their usual outfit, but instead of black they had white. Their loose white pants had patches of red sewn on, and their red crop-top was over a white, translucent undershirt.

(Y/N) grinned at everyone and bowed. They looked at Lucifer, and a huge pressure lifted from their shoulders as they saw him smiling. He was proud. (Y/N) had done it. They had made something beautiful.

“So it was good?” said (Y/N) nervously.

“Of course it was!” said Marcel

“Everyone was entranced,” said Olive, grinning.

“No one could take their eyes off your designs,” said Leon.

“All your hard work paid off. The show was amazing,” said Noa.

“Let’s get a photo,” said Em. “We need to commemorate Birdie’s first show.” Handing their phone to another student, all the models gathered in around (Y/N). “Say ‘Holy!’ ”

(Y/N) almost glared, but as everyone cheered, they couldn’t help but laugh and grin.

Click!

A wonderful moment was captured.

“That was incredible!” Lucifer hugged (Y/N) tightly as they came out as their friends changed backstage. “You are so so so talented! I’m so proud.”

“Your work is beautiful, (Y/N),” said Chloe, smiling as (Y/N) was smooshed by Lucifer’s hug.

“Badass is more like it,” said Maze approvingly.

“I loved the black dress,” said Eve, smiling.

“Your inspiration was clear, but the way you made it was just…magnificent,” said Linda.

“It had a lot of love in it,” said Amenadiel.

“Thank you, everyone,” said (Y/N), smiling at everyone. “I’m very glad you liked it. I really worked hard.”

“It certainly paid off. It was pure art,” said Lucifer.

“…I got an offer because of it,” said (Y/N) quietly.

“What?” Lucifer looked at them.

“I—Some of the people here work in the fashion industry, and they gave me a card and told me to come and speak to them.” (Y/N) looked at Lucifer. “They weren’t any of your—”

“No favors here,” said Lucifer. “I have contacts in the industry, but this offer, this amazing skill you have, it’s all you.” Lucifer hugged them tightly as they smiled and teared up. The rest of their family watched happily. “I’m so proud of you, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) closed their eyes as happy tears fell down their cheeks. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Dad.”

“Getting a moment alone?” said Lucifer. He sat down next to (Y/N) on the terrace while the celebration of (Y/N)’s job/scholarship offer and their show continued inside the penthouse.

(Y/N) smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Just wanted to get some fresh air.” They looked up at the stars above them. They were quiet as they sat with their Dad.

“Is it going to change?” asked (Y/N).

“What?” said Lucifer.

“Everything. I’m…a deity. You can go to Heaven again. Your siblings are free to come and go from Earth. My friends and I are going to be doing Celestial things and university.” (Y/N) looked at Lucifer. “Everything is changing.”

“(Y/N), you and all your friends are Celestial,” said Lucifer. “You can come and go from places as you’d like. You’re never far from them or your family.” He smiled. “And especially not me. Never me.”

(Y/N) smiled and leaned on his shoulder. Lucifer hugged them.

“Thanks, Dad,” they said softly.

“You don’t need to thank me.” Lucifer smiled at them. “I’m your dad. I’m always going to be here for you. That will never change.”

“It’s weird to think that just a few years ago I was just some kid you found,” said (Y/N). “And now I went from an Adolescent Antichrist to Adolescent Deity.”

“And I went from Devil to Dad,” said Lucifer. He chuckled. “What a pair we are.”

(Y/N) smiled. “When do you think we became a pair? Father and child?”

Lucifer considered. “I don’t know. I think I knew you were important to me from the start. The labels…it just came naturally. But I knew I cared from the start.”

(Y/N) looked back up at the stars with a happy gleam in their eyes. “I think I knew it, too.”

“I love you, (Y/N),” said Lucifer. “Forever and always.”

(Y/N) closed their eyes as Lucifer held them tightly and kissed their forehead. They were home. They had their greatest desire—love. “I love you, too, Dad.”

And love would never change.

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romanoffsbish · 2 years ago

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Sweet Nothings

Wanda Maximoff x F!R

A Torn up Masterpiece

Warnings: Self-Conscious/Deprecating R, Mean Shield Agents.

Smut: SOFT! Mommy (W), Little Dove (R), Thigh Riding (R), Fingering (R)

18+ | Minors DNI !!

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“They said the end is coming, everyone's up to something..."

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The clock flashing 12:00am was nothing short of taunting, it reminding you that you'd only made it through part of your day at Shield. There never used to be disdain in your heart for the agency, but that was back when you knew the agents around you, and when they knew you all the same. Natasha, Maria and Clint used to make the environment enjoyable. Now you hardly ever see them as they either moved on or up and left you to hold down the fort with the new, much younger crowd.

"Agent Y/L/N" this or "Miss Y/L/N" that, it didn't really matter how they addressed you, the words they spoke held hardly any respect, and the stares always rubbed you the wrong way when you would pass them in the halls.

"I just don't get it dude, how the hell did Agent Y/L/N bag a hottie like Wanda anyways?," you could hear the surrounding agents, they were either chuckling at your expense, or making grumbling noises in an obvious agreement., "There's nothing special about her at all, the little witch would be so much better with me, I'd show her what she's missing out on. I'd fu—.," your jaw clenched as you cut the asshole off with the clearing of your throat. Everyone of their bodies suddenly stiffened upon seeing you step out from around the corner., "Miss.."

With a dismissive wave of your hand the weak apologies died on Agent Marten's tongue., "Apologies will get you nowhere cadets, you're all wasting valuable company time gossiping in the halls, and about your superior mind you."

"With all due respect, we're level 1 agents, no longer are we cadets.," you chuckled at their attempts to defend themselves., "Oh yeah?.," he stupidly nodded—as if it wasn't rhetorical., "Well I'm a Level 8, Agent Vo, my clearance is far above yours, and let's be honest here, you're not acting like anything more than cadets."

"Quite frankly Y/N, I'm not even sorry here.," you remained stoic while staring the smug looking agent down., "You will be when I get you demoted to water boy Agent Marten—or should I say Muriel since we've lost our wits on respect around here, hm?," watching the color drain from his face was indeed satisfying as you revealed his first name to all his peers., "No, we all understand, and we're very sorry."

"Interesting change of tune there Agent, but I regret to inform you that disrespecting a commanding officer gets you a months worth of additional paperwork, and a suspension from missions—camaraderie is essential here at Shield, and if any of you were paired with me I'd feel unsafe—so take this time to reevaluate your decisions on making an enemy of me."

"Miss—."

"I'm sorry, did I ask for a debate cadets?," your hardened gaze seemed to have the desired effect as all of their shoulders collectively fell, and most reluctantly shook their head., "Good, because I much prefer not having to repeat myself. Fury and Hill will issue your formal suspensions, and I'll drop all of your additional paperwork off to you after the weekend."

As swiftly as you dismissed them they were gone, your intimidating posture fell once they were out of sight too. Words hardly ever had the power to get to you, but when your very worth is constantly a question on many others minds it's hard not to give in to all the noise.

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"I find myself running home to your sweet nothings—Outside, they're push and shoving."

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After dealing with the malicious agents you found yourself inside of Director Hill's office., "Long time no see Y/N/N, to what do I owe the pleasure of you slumped onto my couch, hm?," the woman laughed boisterously when she received a middle finger in response to her teasing., "Aww, I love you too pookie.," she dodged your pillow with ease as she sat down at her desk then silently observed you further. There was this obvious dullness to you that she had never seen before, and truthfully her heart broke a bit at the sight of you looking so low.

"Ria, I can't do it anymore, like I hate it here.," she nodded in understanding, she knew the cadets of today were nothing like the past sets., "I know, but I beg of you, please don't leave.," you sat up to face her with a broken smile., "You all left me first.," the raven haired woman immediately moved to sit next to you on the couch, pulling you into a side hug, and so you laid your head on her shoulder., "I'm here, and Romanoff's only a call away—I know she'd love to beat the new wave into shape—so call her."

"It's not the work Ria, they listen well enough. It's...," you take in a calming breath, deciding if the truth will set you free, or potentially harm you further., "Y/N, what did they say to you?," her eyes left no room for cowardice so with a heavy exhale you muttered the partial truth., "It wasn't to me, it was about me—behind my back but I unluckily heard it all."

Maria sat there patiently waiting for you to fill her in, and with every repeated word you were able to croak out over held back sobs she could feel her body filling with an unparalleled rage. One that she knew could only be beaten out by Wanda, the very person who you were left to questions love, all because others want her., "Wanda loves you wholly Y/N, forget the idiots that don't even know hers attempts to make you feel otherwise. That witch is all yours."

"What if they're right though? Like, what if I'm holding her back Ria? She deserves—.," Maria instantly cut your rambled fears off by burying your face into her shoulder, and moving to finish off your words., "You. She deserves you, and you my dearest friend, deserve her love.," and after she finished her arms held to you tighter as you began to quietly sob, her hold didn't relinquish either until you'd calmed.

"Go home.," you went to protest, even if some part of you came in here hoping she'd suggest just that, the other part of you didn't want to give the cadets even an ounce of pride here., "I'm not kidding Y/N, you're ahead of your work anyways, it's a forced vacation really.," you smiled at her gratefully too, hugging her tight as a silent thanks before finally leaving.

Once you left the room the woman instantly pulled out her phone., "Hey Wanda, it's Hill..."

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When you left her office it was as if a weight was lifted off your shoulders, the pressure to be the very best agent significantly faded as you returned to your office to collect your things, but the peace was very much short lived.

"Did you hear the news?," you continued to collect your stuff, ignoring the group of giggling girls stood far too close to your office., "Turns out the Wanda Maximoff is dating the Natasha Romanoff.," one of the girls scoffed in obvious annoyance., "No, she's with Agent Y/L/N.," the original girl giggled., "For now..."

It was asinine—their claims were nothing if not unfounded, but for a brief moment you let your mind believe that there was some truth to it. Aesthetically speaking they did fit together; there's already a built in trust between them, as well as obvious love amongst one's chosen lot. Natasha and Wanda were inseparable in the field, you've even seen them work together, and you wonder if their loyalty to you hindered the potential for them to be happier together.

The need to escape was overtaking your body the more your mind gave in to the notion that Wanda was better without you, so you threw your bag over your shoulder haphazardly then made a beeline for the fire escape. No way did you intend to run into any of the people you knew here, nor did you want the cadets having the satisfaction that they were able to upset you in such ways that you couldn't finish work. Showing any sort of weakness to them would only fuel their entitlement to your peace on.

Once you stepped outside you felt a wave of relief as the fresh air traveled into your lungs. In and out, in—out; you were going to be fine. You were so out of it though that you didn't see the cruel stranger who wound up shoulder bumping you into a nearby wall. You winced harshly as your exposed skin scraped against the bricks. Looking up from the ground you saw the hustle and bustle of the New York streets, and once again you felt overwhelmed.

Your lip began to involuntarily tremble along with your hands, the need for escape had never been greater as you sprinted down the street. Ignoring the ache in your muscles the whole way as you were many miles out from yours and Wanda's shared home. There was no end in sight, your mind was running just as fast as your legs and nothing you did could stop it.

Truth be told you needed Wanda, nothing else was going to calm you down enough until you saw those beautiful green eyes of hers. They'll likely be full of concern, but if you could just see through to the love then you know your heart would settle. Sadly though, as you entered your home, falling onto the floor as your adrenaline faded and your legs gave out, you found it to be just as empty as your heart. She was at work, that much you expected, and if there's one thing you refused to do it was call her and beg her to come home to rescue you.

It took you an entire twenty minutes to crawl across the floor, then another ten to get up the stairs and finally you were in your bedroom. Reaching up you grabbed Wanda's sleep shirt from last night, you sniffed the fabric and felt relief as your body's trembling came to a stop. Your legs felt like jello when you moved to pull yourself up to your feet, staggering as you did you made your way into the bathroom where you turned the dial all the way to the left, and as soon as the water scorched your skin you broke down into a fit of unforgiving sobs.

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"To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it...You're in the kitchen humming."

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Stepping out of the shower was difficult, your limbs were shaky after the long time spent sobbing beneath the scalding hot streams of water. An obvious side effect of your sudden dehydration, but you managed to push through the struggle of walking as you managed to make it to and flop down onto the mattress.

Your mind was essentially fractured, broken lines of self deprecating dialogue running through it at a mile a minute with no reprieve. Still, you shut your eyes in a useless attempt to use sleep as an escape, but it too was fruitless. Thrashing about on the mattress felt more like your speed now, but just as you were about to throw said tantrum you caught a whiff of something so familiar and decadently sweet.

Wanda's triple fudge brownies...

In an instant you were on your feet, another wave of adrenaline fueled you as you quickly, but quietly made your dissent to the kitchen. The sound of soft humming was the next to reach you as you neared the bottom of the stairs, your senses were on overdrive tonight. Standing off to the side of the entryway you peered into the kitchen to see your lover with her apron on, her hair was pulled back, and a mixing bowl was expectantly sat in her hands.

"Detka, is that you?," she called out to you, her subtle way of letting you know she knew you were lurking. Her answer came in the form of you padding your way over to her, she settled her bowl down on the counter just in time to catch your distraught form in a calming hug., "Moya lyubov', you should've called me."

"Didn't want to bother you.," you mumbled into her chest, then as expected she pulled away to grip you by your shoulders., "Detka, what have I said to you countless times prior?"

"Th-that nothing comes before me, not even your Avenging, and that even if the world was burning you'd stop at nothing to get to me.," she nodded gratefully., "Exactly, you are my world Y/N, there's no point in me protecting everyone else's when yours is crumbling.," her forehead laid against yours while her hands lifted yours up to her lips for a tender kiss.

"You smell good honey.," she noted, traces of your vanilla lotion hitting her nostrils as she held your hands close to her face., "Thanks Wands...," you slowly pulled your head back, meeting her eyes full of love as you looked ahead and the sight alone was overwhelming.

"Did I smell brownies?," the witch chuckled at your silly means of deflection., "Yes, you did.," with a swift movement she dipped her finger into the batter then rose it up to your lips with a cheeky smirk, and an exaggerated wink as you swirled your tongue over the extended digit. Wanda's eyes darkened ever so slightly when you moaned, but she did her best to tamper her urges as you innocently met her gaze., "It's delicious mommy.," Fuck...

The dizzying moment only lasted for a second before the witch shifted you to sit on a stool besides the counter, then after she poured the batter into the baking pan she returned to you. Her body stood between your legs, and those oh so emotional eyes were back on you as she went to speak., "You're the best thing that ever happened to me Y/N/N, so please, I beg of you stop letting the naysayers win your mind over.," her hands shifted to cup your cheeks., "I've never loved anyone the way I have you, nor do I intend to ever love another as such."

After an intense bout of eye contact the first one to lean in was you, desperate for affection beyond the verbal, and Wanda gave you just that. Hands roamed beneath your loose fitting t-shirt in search of your perky nipples while her silky tongue delved right into your hot mouth. Whimpers of desperation reverberated from your throat, and got lost in her mouth as she continued to kiss you hard while her skilled fingers tease your sensitive nubs., "Mommy..."

Wanda nearly crumbled at how breathily you called out for her, always so desperate, but in moments like this one she forgoes teasing to the furthest degree. She's content with how worked up she got you as she slipped her thigh between your legs to find you already dripping.

"Oh my little dove, mommy's going to take such good care of you.," she promised as she slowly began to trail her lips across your flesh, her hands fell to your hips as she efficiently guided your hips movement against her thigh., "Mo-mommy please, I need more.," she flexed the muscle of her lush thigh at your pitiful request, the soft skin brushed against your clit causing your back to arch., "Mommy, oh god... I-I need to cum, please.," she bit into the skin over your racing pulse., "Let go little dove."

In an instant your head flew back as you reached that moment of unwavering ecstasy., "That's right detka.," she helped to prolong your orgasm by controlling your twitching hips., "Chase that pleasure my precious angel, you deserve to be worshipped; so beautiful."

Wanda threw her shirt that adorned your body across the kitchen when your body relaxed, then her lips found yours for a needy kiss., "Tell me what you need little dove, hm?," she gazed into your hazy eyes, a tiny smile graced your face when you could see right through her clouds of lust to the abundant wells of love., "Fingers please mommy.," she gently pecked your lips., "So well mannered detka, mommy's so proud of you for using your words too."

Wanda wrapped her arm around your waist, spinning you around until she had your upper body gently pressed into the table with your leg's widespread for her. A hoarse groan left her at the sight of your slick drenched thighs., "So pretty, you're always so perfect for me.," her nimble fingers trailed over the swell of your ass, pulling an affected moan from you when they grappled handfuls of the malleable skin on their way to their desired location—your cunt.

The woman knew you like the back of her hand, so she entered your tight hole rather roughly with two fingers, pulling them out just as fast to only slam them back in with another. She was rewarded with your wanton moans instantly, her expert fingers working you over with ease like usual, but her lips still held that tenderness you craved as they kissed over the column of your spine until stopping to place a far more firm kiss to the nape of your neck.

"Breathe moya lyubov'.," her whispers of concern didn’t go unnoticed by you as she could feel your back pressing into her as your upper body was rising rapidly, you tried to calm down, but the pleasure was immense. Wanda felt your walls fluttering around her., “M-mommy please.,” she settled a kiss to your cheek before her lips returned to marking your back up., “Let go little dove, cum for mommy.”

The timer on the oven dinged in sync with your throat scratching moans, your lover continued to work you through your orgasm, trailing kisses down your body while also using her powers to pull the brownie tray out of the oven. Tiny whimpers brought her hand to a stop, her fingers slowly slipped from within you, and she held steady eye contact with your blissed out face as she slid them in her mouth., “Divine…”

With a gentle hand she pulled you up from the table, her hands settled on your hips and in a moments time her lips were pressed to yours. There wasn’t a rush in anyone’s movements, just a hot, breathy kiss that made hearts flutter. Wanda’s arms loosely held you against her as she shared your taste with you, rewarding her with your whimpers and languid moans up until you couldn’t keep up anymore. Then while you caught your breath after she pulled back you found your lips being tapped again.

You mindlessly bit into the gooey brownie, an appreciative groan left your throat instantly., “Thanks Wands.,” she smiled softly at you., “Anything for you little dove.,” she frowned when your lip began to tremble., “Oh detka…”

Wanda’s resolve broke when your shaky hands tugged on her shirt, the moment of bliss fading as your body once again filled with sadness. She quickly snapped the fabric away, allowing you to lean into her bareness for the comfort you craved, and her strong arms held you so close so that she could sway your now crying form while humming softly into your ear.

No amount of loving you seemed to be doing the trick, Wanda's heart ached as your cruel thoughts continued to run through your mind. They were so loud, and the bulk of them made no sense, but she knows they weren't created by you, just simply adopted from the assholes who knew nothing about your relationship.

Wanda carefully carried you to the bedroom, a tray of necessities floating behind her and settling down on the bedside table as she sat down on the bed. Her jaw clenched as thoughts of yours were only increasing and infiltrating her mind, the harshness of your insecurities fully breaking her heart, and the sounds of your sobs only made her hold you tighter.

"Natasha's just a friend detka, one that adores you by the way, the woman demands updates on you every Monday—you should call her.," the witch softly began to dispel the thoughts., "I am not going anywhere; you're it for me.," her arm that was wrapped around your bare waist tightened, pulling you in even closer as if you'd disappear into thin air if she hadn't.

"I love you so much detka, with all of me, can't you see that you're everything I'll ever need?," Wanda whispered against your temple, her lips gentle as they laid soft kisses to your hairline., "I'm enough for you?," she instantly lifted your head from her shoulder., "More than enough.,” the intensity of her gaze as she spoke so softly instantly began quelling all of your fears.

A broken hum reverberated from your throat, causing the redhead to shift the both of you until your naked body laid flat atop the bed., "My goodness, those kids did a number on you my dear.," she pecked your lips gently., "Don't worry detka, I shall handle all of them myself.," you shook your head, but she only smirked., "I'm thinking I'll hang them all upside down from the ceiling by their 'tighty whities'."

The witches heart fluttered as you broke out into a hearty fit of laughter, your eyes—puffy from crying, closing as you allowed the spark of joy to completely consume you., “Wands, no.,” you choked out through your laughter and she scrunched her nose up adoringly as you tried to regain a hold on your sternness., “Y/N, yes.,” the light of your life pecked your lips a few times to spur on your giggling before she rolled off of you and propped herself up onto her side.

“I love you baby, thank you for being my rock.,” she looked to you with glossy eyes that spoke to you of her heart., “I am only being to you what you’ve been to me countless times prior Y/N.,” she settled a hand over your cheek, rubbing the damp skin lovingly., “My precious dove, you’ve brought me back from the depths of despair with your love, and you held no expectations.,” she pulled you in for a soft kiss., “It’s only fair that I extend you the same courtesy; you are not meant to hold it all in detka—let me help.”

Her thumb brushed away the reemergence of tears before she was moving to place delicate kisses all over your face, and it was when you calmed that she saw the smile on your face., “You’re all I need Wands, just you existing is enough for me.,” her eyes closed as your lips pressed into her palm, basking in the warmth that was your love before she shifted closer., “Funny, I was going to say the same to you.”

Wanda pulled your body atop of hers, your face now laying in the valley of her breasts while her hand carded through your hair., "You know.," she paused to peer down to ensure you weren't already asleep., "I used to dream of moments like these.," she smiled up as she remembered her months of silent pining., "Whenever I'd visit Shield with Natasha I'd find myself drawn to you Y/N—the most beautiful woman alive."

You snorted., "Baby, that's a bit hyperbolic.," she immediately brushed you off., "No, it's just the honest to God truth detka, you captivated me from the very start.," she smiled down at you when you shifted to your stomach, resting your chin on her abdomen as you looked up at her with curious eyes brimming with tears.

Her hands brushed the hair from your face, then the right one remained on your cheek., "And it also went way further than your looks. I'd found myself drawn to your laughter first—it was contagious, then came your kindness—goodness me Y/N/N, I'd never seen someone more considerate than you.," she sighed when she was met with disbelief in your returned gaze., "The honest point here moya lyubov', is that my dreams could never live up to the reality of what it's been like to not only love you, but to be loved back by you; this is the closest thing to paradise I'll ever get detka."

"You're too good to me Wands.," her thumb gently removed your lip from between your teeth., "No, I'm just treating you as you deserve to be treated detka. You deserve the world."

Wanda gently maneuvered your body until your face hovered hers, she pulled you down for a soft kiss that she instantly deepened, and in a moment of pure relief your mind stilled. Thoughts to the negative faded from your mind, and the witch found herself smiling into the lip lock when they phased into kinder ones, and to the ones full of giddy optimism that had her heart fluttering uncontrollably in her chest.

"I love you so much wiggly woos.," the woman then groaned as you found a way to 'ruin' the moment, but your accompanying giggling as you fell into her settled her weak annoyance., "Marry me then.," she reassured your hopes, and she chuckled when you gasped against her.

"W-Wands I—.," she allowed you a moment to stutter, then she smiled when you looked at her questioningly., "I'm serious Y/N—be my wife."

"Really?," your lip trembled as you felt her overwhelming love radiating from just the simplest of touches, and her smile., "Really.," she nodded in the affirmative., "Yes! Please!"

Wanda chuckled at your enthusiastic response, all the while her heart was beating rapidly as she hastily reached into the drawer of your bedside table and pulled out a velvet box., "This wasn't a spur of the moment decision detka, well, it kind of was but I promise it was already in the works.," she shifted you both up into sitting positions so she could showcase the diamond more efficiently, and she smirked when your eyes lit up with a bewildering shine.

"You're everything I could ever want and more detka.," she gently pecked your lips while her hands practically yanked the jewelry from the pesky box., "Now give me your pretty hand!"

The two of you shared excited high pitched giggles, rolling around the bed in all your naked glory., “We’re getting married!,” your squeals filled the little witch to the brim with joy, her nose crinkling affectionately as she watched your eyes swimming with a purity., “I’ll be right back love.,” Wanda left you with a momentary pout, coming back into the room she popped open a bottle of champagne you received from the Barton’s last Christmas with a loud agreement., “We’re getting married!!!”

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"All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing"

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“We’re getting married.,” you tiredly cheered for what appeared to be a final time before you were succumbing to your bodies exhaustion, and so your wife to be was now covering you both up with a fuzzy red blanket, and flicking the bedrooms lights off with her red tendrils.

“Goodnight Mrs. Maximoff.,” she whispered cheekily against your puffy cheek., “I love you Y/N/N, my precious little dove; my wildest dream come true, oh how I yearned for you.,” she placed a final kiss to your pouting lips, a smile instinctively rises on your sleeping face and melts her even further if that’s possible.

“Forever will never be long enough with you.,” her hand intertwined with yours as she settled into the mattress, allowing your bubble of love to warm her soul, and send her off to sleep too.

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dreamingofmarauders · 1 year ago

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You idiot!

Fred Weasley x fem! reader

Summary: In which Fred promises you he will be careful during the battle, but things don't always go to plan.

Trigger warning: Violence, death (to some sort), blood, injury

Note: Not really sure what I did, but I tried. Also if anything seems off, I am sorry, but I tried my best to catch any mistakes. I hope you all will enjoy it to some extent! :)

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

It was the early hours of May the Second. Y/n sat at the Gryffindor table, her leg bouncing up and down in anxiety. A mere hour ago, y/n was in her room, flipping through a photo album of when she went to Hogwarts, giggling at the moving pictures that contained herself along with Lee, George and Fred.

Fred.

Her boyfriend. Her one true love.

The boy she had developed feelings for in her fourth year, not confessing until her final year, when the pair were stuck together in a broom closet which would not budge. Only when the two were in each other's arms had the door swung open to reveal a triumphant looking George and Lee. Turned out it had all been a scheme by the pair of best friends to get Fred and y/n to confess they fancied one another.

The two had been together since then. Fred had asked y/n to move in with him the summer after she graduated. The twins had left school earlier to start up their shop but also since they were done with the pink toad known as Umbridge.

Y/n had been living with Fred in the flat the two brothers had above their shop. Y/n realized she was in love with Fred when one night, Fred had found Y/n crying. Her last bit of family, her brother, her twin, had joined the Death Eaters. She had broken down completely at that but y/n slowly recovered. Months after the news, Fred had discovered y/n crying her heart out in their sitting room in the flat, much to his surprise. Fred had simply held her until she stopped crying, and then pampered her the whole night. It was then y/n realized she didn't fancy Fred, she loved him.

However, with Voldemort having taken over, they had shifted to Fred's Aunt Muriel's place. The months passed by slowly but each day was almost dreadful, as y/n feared of hearing of anyone else she knew having been killed by Voldemort's death eaters. At one point, y/n had decided to join alongside Fred, Potterwatch, a radio station with real, accurate, up to date news. She adopted the identity of Valerie.

As the clock was nearing midnight on May the First, y/n's quiet, peaceful atmosphere had been interrupted by Fred who had burst into her room, his face looking solemn. Y/n felt her stomach twist in nervousness.

"Freddie, what's wrong?"

"It's Harry. He's at Hogwarts, we've all been called to the front." Fred answered, holding up a coin that had been used for communication between D.A. members.

Y/n gulped.

This was it. The final battle.

It all ends.

Y/n had stood up and rushed into Fred's arms.

"Promise me." She said, her voice muffled against Fred's chest.

"Pardon me, love?"

Y/n broke away and looked up at him, raising her hand out. "Promise me you'll be safe."

"Love-"

"Promise me, Freddie."

Fred had looked at her with soft eyes until he sighed and nodded.

"I promise, my love."

As y/n sat in the Great Hall, listening to the instructions being given out, her head spun with many thoughts.

What if they lost? How many casualties would there be? And... what if something happened to Fred?

A warm hand intertwined into hers and y/n broke out of the cage in her head, and turned to look at Fred beside her. His chocolate brown eyes provided warmth, a comfort that made y/n feel at home. Fred was her home.

He gave her a reassuring smile, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, and y/n felt herself relaxed a bit.

Perhaps everything would turn out alright in the end.

Oh how wrong she was.

During the fight, y/n had been separated from the twins and she ran, dodging spells, helping anyone who needed help, fighting back her attackers.

Y/n needed to see him. She couldn't rest until she was with Fred again. Y/n rounded another corner and paused for a moment.

Fred and Percy had just backed into view, both of them dueling masked and hooded men. Harry, Ron, and Hermione came up behind y/n and the four ran forth to help:

Jets of light flew in every direction and the man dueling Percy backed off, fast:

Then his hood slipped and they saw a high forehead and streaked hair - “Hello, Minister!” bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. “Did I mention I'm resigning?”

“You're joking, Perce!” shouted Fred as the Death Eater he was battling collapsed under the weight of three separate Stunning Spells. Thicknesse had fallen to the ground with tiny spikes erupting all over him; he seemed to be turning into some form of sea urchin.

Fred looked at Percy with glee before his eyes landed on y/n who had just stunned a death eater and turned to look at him. Although, Fred didn't realize, y/n's face had paled. Augustus Rookwood had shot a spell aimed in the two brothers' direction. Y/n began to move forth.

“You actually are joking, Perce… I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-“ Y/n got to Fred but right at that moment, the air exploded. They had been grouped together, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, y/n and Percy, the three Death Eaters at their feet, one Stunned, the other Transfigured; and in that fragment of a moment, when danger seemed temporarily at bay, the world was rent apart, y/n felt herself flying through the air, her grip tight on Fred, his arms around her.

The pair slammed onto the ground hard. Y/n's leg was warm and sticky, her skin burning, meaning blood was pouring out of a nasty gash. The dust and debris had swallowed them all in darkness, shouts and screams bounced in the now torn apart corridor.

When the dust settled, y/n was finally able to see. Her face paled and y/n's heart stopped at the sight before her.

Fred lay beside her, his body limp, his arms still loosely around her, his eyes shut, his head profusely bleeding.

"No, no, no..." Y/n murmured out in horror. Fred lay lifeless beside her. Y/n shook Fred, tears racing down her face. "No! You promised!" She yelled at him, beginning to lose control of her breathing. "Wake up!"

Percy and Ron kneeled down beside y/n, their faces distraught, shock flooding their whole body.

"Y/n," Percy tried, who was also crying. "He's gone-"

"NO! HE'S NOT!" She yelled at him, sobbing.

A thought suddenly occurred to her.

"Check his pulse!"

"What?" Ron spoke out, baffled. But y/n didn't hear, she hastily leaned forth and placed her ear against Fred's chest. Y/n strained to listen, her heart pounding harder and harder by the second. She couldn't hear anything and she was starting to lose hope.

Until, she did.

A very quiet and slow heartbeat answered to her.

Her Fred was alive.

A relieved whimper of joy escaped her.

"He's alive!" She said, crying with joy. The other two brothers looked at her with wide eyes and let out watery laughs of relief. Hermione and Harry smiled gently at that, wiping their tears away.

"We have to get him out of here." Percy ordered and with the help of Ron and Harry, they lifted up Fred and began to move as fast as they could, with y/n and Hermione right behind them.

Although not too soon did a loud, menacing voice ring throughout the whole castle, causing all signs of the battle to cease.

Lord Voldemort had granted Harry Potter an hour to surrender himself or watch the battle resume once more, with even deadlier consequences.

The group walked off to the Great Hall, where everyone was regrouping. Bodies of the fallen were being brought in, the injured were being treated, families searched for one another and hugged one another out of the relief of being alive. That was how the rest of the Weasley family was.

They were gathered together, embracing one another and trying to find more of their group. George was the first to spot the newly arrived.

His eyes went wide as his face paled. He felt all the breath leave him at the sight of his twin, his best friend, being carried in such a state, making George fear the worst. The rest of the family, noticing George's gaze, turned and felt all their worst nightmares come true.

Molly was the first to act, rushing forth as Percy, Ron and Harry gently placed Fred on the ground.

"My boy!" She cried out, going onto the ground beside y/n. She then looked at Y/n who sat there, staring numbly at Fred. "Oh my dear, y/n..." Molly said, bringing her into a hug. Y/n embraced the older Weasley tightly before pulling apart.

"He's alive." Y/n said, causing the whole family to sigh in relief, as Percy came with Madam Pomfrey who immediately began to tend to Fred.

They all silently watched, and after a painfully long ten minutes or so, the matron straightened and said, "I've done everything I can. He should wake up soon." With that, Madam Pomfrey moved onto another patient.

They all nodded, waiting for Fred to wake up.

Not soon after, Fred suddenly gasped, his eyes fluttering open, roaming around as he tried to recall where he was. The entirety of the Weasley family plus Harry and Hermione let out cries or gasps of relief. Y/n had begun to cry, and that's what made Fred look at her.

His eyes softened and he slowly sat up, wincing at the pounding in his head. Fred gently placed his hands on y/n's face, making her look up at him.

"Y/n," Fred said, feeling his heart shatter as y/n merely began to sob. "Y/n, love-"

Suddenly, y/n smacked Fred on the arm, making him groan and everyone else to look on with surprise.

"What was that for, love?" Fred murmured out in pain.

"You idiot! What were you thinking? Joking around like that during a battle? You bloody promised to be safe!" Y/n let out a sob once again, "I almost lost you."

Fred sighed and brought the girl into his chest, who held onto him tightly afraid he would disappear.

"I love you." She breathed out, making Fred freeze at the confession. He placed a kiss on y/n's head.

"I love you too, darling. I love you so much." He confessed back

With that having been said, the two would repeat those words to each other everyday for the rest of their lives, as Harry would claim victory over Voldemort in the final battle, ending the reign of terror over the wizarding world for good.

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star-girl69 · 1 year ago

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Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of death and murder, swearing, alcohol, crying, kissing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twenty - A Union That is Happening Again

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2021-

You weren’t planning to go to the reunion. You never were, but now that you’re in New Jersey, and you’re not really ready to leave- you go to the mall and find a dress. Light and silvery, one that makes you think of Doomcoming.

You shake the thought out of your mind, taking a deep breath, and walking into the school, hearing the low sounds of music playing in the background.

Taissa and Shauna stand by the enterance to the gym, that place you remember so well- that last pep rally, years spent playing dodgeball in this place coming back to you.

“Y/N,” Shauna smiles. “I thought you were going back to the city?”

You shrug and ruffle your dress. “I was here. And close to the mall. Besides, it was already kinda late, so why not?”

Shauna nods, and Taissa looks you up and down. seemingly remembering something.

“Uh… are you alright, Shauna?” Tai asks.

Shauna takes a breath. “How is it possible this is the most scared I’ve been all day?”

You and Taissa laugh.

“Right?” Taissa changes her voice, “‘Oh, my God, hey girl. Hey! It’s been forever. What have you been up to?’”

Shauna pretends to look around, thinking. “Um, yeah. You know, gardening, dismembering my lovers corpse,” she smiles.

“Okay,” Taissa says, placing her arms around both of you, making you face the gym doors.

Suddenly, the doors you had came through opened.

Natalie throws her hands up, a purse in her hands, wearing a dark one-shoulder dress, and her signature lipstick.

“Wait up,” she says, smiling slightly.

“Wow!” Taissa exclaims, and you all laugh.

“I said I would come,” Natalie shrugs. “I made a deal, okay? All right? Let’s fucking do this.”

Shauna and Natalie open the doors, and all of you file in.

Immediately, all of the eyes in the room settle on the four of you.

You’re the survivors, the champions, the girls who came back and were never supposed to.

It feels vain, but you can’t help but let a smug smile settle onto your face, adjusting you’re already low-cut dress.

Misty hound you and walks over, and you all carve a natural path through the crowd, the girls who weren’t supposed to live, until you finally reach the table Jeff had saved for you.

“I can’t believe you’re all actually here,” Misty smiles, wearing a suit with bright red lipstick. “This is gonna be so much fun! Okay, let’s get a picture. Who can take a picture?” she asks, holding out her phone.

“Muriel! Muriel, get over here,” someone shouts, running over to you, a wine glass in your hands.

“Allie,” you mutter to yourself, realizing who it is.

You awkwardly place yourself in between Taissa and Natalie, Taissa thankfully wrapping an awkward arm around your waist, so the photo looks a little more connected.

“Photo of the year! Come on, nobody blink!” Allie shouts.

The click of a camera, a flash, and it’s over, leaving a spot in your vision.

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You spend the rest of your night awkwardly catching up with old acquaintances, until you finally slip away from a particularly horrible conversation with Gordon Rivers, slipping out into the hallway, where you find Natalie.

She’s staring in front of the trophy case you know holds pictures of the Martinez family. The trophy case where there’s a picture of you, too. A shrine to everything that happened in 1996.

Your heels click across the floor as you walk over to her, partly because you want to see him one more time.

“You’ll only make yourself sad,” you mumble after a moment.

“Yeah, well,” she mutters. “He… he really killed himself,” she says say after a moment.

“I know,” you whisper, thinking of the boy in the wilderness, the one you had once called your best friend- the one you had survived so much with.

There will always be a difference between anyone else and Travis, and the surviving girls from the crash.

All of you know each other in ways that no one could ever possibly know. All of you have burned in the exact same way, have the same scars, the same bad dreams, the same memories.

You all know hunger in a way no one else could ever know. You all know death in a way no one else could ever know.

All of you have stared into the jaws of death, been selfish and unafraid, and thrown someone else into it.

“Y/N…” she starts, but she can’t really seem to finish it. But you know.

“It’s alright, Natalie. I know.”

And there’s so much unspoken between the two of you, so much, so much history and love and things you could never even speak about without feeling like you were gonna throw up.

You can tell she still loves you like she did in the wilderness, and you still love her too. You feel it in your bones and in your organs, like a rotten and festering clump of cells, like cancer, like something is deeply wrong with you.

But something is deeply wrong with all of you.

"Natalie…” you start, her name feeling so familiar on your lips. “We weren’t meant for this,” you whisper, gesturing to this New Jersey life, settling done and getting jobs, being together.

Her bottom lips curls up. "Jesus Christ," she scoffs. But you know her too well, and she knows that. “Why the fuck would you say that?” she asks, hurt, but you have to say it before it kills you.

“Look at us before the crash. Look at us in the wilderness. Look at us now, Natalie.”

“You're insane. You don't even know what you're saying-”

You grab her hand and press it against your chest.

“I love you, Natalie." Tears fall down your face, and she looks away from you. “I have loved you for long I don't know what it's like to love anyone else- I don't even know how to love myself. I would have died for you out there, and we both know it, we were ready to die, together, and that's not- love isn't suffering, Natalie, and we had already experienced so much suffering that we didn't know the difference.”

She finally meets your eyes.

“Once I thought that peace and violence were the same thing with you. But now I know they're not. And I can't watch you survive, not when I know that both of us could be living.”

When she finally speaks, its a whisper, hurt and dejected.

“I love you so you don't have to love yourself.”

You smile. “Natalie.”

She grabs your face in her hands and kisses you, and all you can taste is your own tears and your own disgust with yourself, bubbling up inside of you. You kiss her back, hard, because some part of you knows this is the last time, some part of you knows you will always love her.

A part of you will always be the girl from the wilderness. Already scarred by the life she had lived before, blood already festering up in her hands, only to dump more fresh blood on her, so much it was dripping from your hands. A part of you will always be that girl from the wilderness. The girl who saw it before it happened, the girl who has felt it all her life, the girl who got used up and was left with nothing.

You will always be the girl in the wilderness.

You will always be it.

“Natalie,” you whisper again, finally pulling away for air, and she's crying now, and there's a million things you want to say to her.

You want her to hold you like she did in 2019, like she did in the wilderness, in 1996.

“I want us to live," you breathe. “I want us to live.”

She finally meets your eyes.

“And we don't know how to, and we'll never know how to live if we don't do it on our own. I love you, Nat. I love you and I want you to live, and I want to never hear a thing about it.”

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Shauna brings over shots to the table, passing one out to everybody, and you take it gratefully. Eager for this night to be over.

“Ooh, shooters! I’ve never done one of these before,” Misty says.

You have a distinct memory of doing these in a bar with Natalie, but you don’t look at her.

“Good call. I swear to God, if one more person tells me I’ve been in their thoughts and prayers… I will…” Taissa laughs, trailing off.

“I wanna make a toast,” Natalie suddenly says, standing up and holding out the shot glass. “I old friends,” she says, and everyone tilts their heads back.

The burn is nice, a good distraction.

“Can I have everybody’s attention, please?” Allie announces from the stage, her voice scratchy from years of using cigarettes. Someone boos from the crowd, people laugh. The smile drops from her face. “Shut the fuck up, Doug.”

You let out a small laugh, almost choking on your own spit.

“You’re a grown man.” She clears her throat. “WordDefinition.net defines a ‘reunion’ as ‘a union that is happening again. A convention of friends, relatives, or associates after a period of separation.’ And, indeed, a graduating class will forever be united by their shared highschool experience. But as the Wiskayok High… Class of ‘96… we are united by something even greater.”

You get a flash of antlers dripping in blood, and you have to rub your eyes to get the image out.

“Together, we went through a tragedy, and tonight, together, I’m hopeful we can finally, truly heal.”

The screen behind her changes from the schools logo to a picture of the team.

Everyone around the table exchanges wide-eyed glances, and you have to look away, remembering what had happened to some of those girls.

“But in order to move forward, we must first look back.”

“Only Time” starts playing, and the lights dim, a picture of Taissa carrying a soccer ball showing up on the screen.

“Oh, God,” you mutter, squeezing your eyes shut, hiding behind your hands.

“They were our classmates,” Allie continues, “Pur teachers, our friends. But they were more than that. They were strong. They were courageous. They were, and they remain, a true inspiration.”

A picture of you flashes up on the screen, a cropped photo of the school paper club in ‘96, leaving only you and someone’s arm around your shoulders.

Finally, your picture fades out, and Jackie’s pops onto the screen.

You watch Shauna take a deep breath in.

“Now, traditionally, we’d end tonight with a dance from our class king and queen. But while she isn’t here with us, I know that this is what Jackie would have wanted.” She points to your table. “Jeff! Shauna! Get up here!”

Lights flash, and Shauna mutters something that sounds like “oh, no, no, no, no,” even while everyone claps and Allie shouts encouragement.

After a moment, Jeff stands and offers her his hand, whispering something to her, and they make their way to the dance floor.

You lock eyes with Taissa, and it seems pained, but she starts clapping slowly, and you join her.

“Dance, dance, dance!” Allie shouts, and the cheering dies down, and “A Kiss From a Rose” starts playing.

A canon goes off, and confetti explodes all around them. Yellow and blue.

They whisper to each other on the dance floor, and you force an awkward smile onto your face, before deciding enough is enough.

You’ve had your fill of adventure, but you’re too close to the woods. You need to be in the city again. You need to be away from the wilderness. You need to push down the rot inside of you, fill yourself with monotony and Chinese food from the place two blocks away.

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#yellowjackets x reader #natalie scatorccio #natalie scatorccio x reader

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the-lady-with-a-book · 1 year ago

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~~~~~~~~~Big and Huggable~~~~~~~~~

Muriel x Reader (Arcana Gameplay)

Many perceived Muriel as big and scary, yet for you his size is perfect. Big enough to help you in any way he can. Big enough to be hugged comfortably.

Laying in your bed with Muriel might seem tight for others. Yet for you its warm and like a missing puzzle, you both fit for each other.

Before, Muriel felt lonely, sad and forced to accept the reality that he is living in. Forced to think that this is what he deserves. Life of isolation and self doubt, wherein only destruction and lifetime of suffering is the only thing he can give.

So the life of having someone love and care for him deemed impossible for him. That it never crossed his mind and yet you’re there. To guide him, to love him and to make him happy.

Muriel thought this things is something he thought he’ll never get to have in life. Yet you show him his true worth.

Worth it to have in life,

Worth it to be cared for &

Worth it to be loved.

“I love you y/n”

He said under the bright moonlight. As you both cuddled closely with each other in the bed. Caressing one face of another, as you both stare into each other’s eyes.

“I love you too, Muriel”

You kissed him in his lips, smiling with each other as comfortable silence enveloped you both to sleep.

#Muriel x reader #Muriel Arcana #the arcana #arcana #Muriel Fanfiction #muriel #fanfiction

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dragonhybrid456 · 10 months ago

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Muriel x GN!Reader

A/N: A little story I whipped up for my favorite boy ❤️Muriel❤️

It was a cold day in Vesuvia, one of the coldest days it’s had in fact. The harsh wind bit at my face as the snow fell all around me. I was stupid today and thought that the weather wouldn’t be that bad for me to go collect ingredients in the forest……I was soooo wrong. I hugged my cloak closer to me as I trudged through the ever growing snow. I honestly didn’t know where I was or how far I had gone as the snow made everything look the same. I had a small magic barrier in front of me to stop the snow from getting in my eyes, but that was it. It was too cold for me to focus enough on conjuring something bigger or to warm myself.

As I walked, I saw something in the distance. I could just barely make out a small hut past all the snow. Muriel’s hut. I knew it was his as I had been there multiple times. I started walking faster, which seemed impossible with all the snow piling up. I needed to get out of the cold before I passed out.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of his door, it creaking from the harsh wind. I knocked as hard as I could, praying that he was there. The wind was picking up as I lowered my hand and clung to my cloak. Come on, open up Muriel. I could barely feel my face at this point as it felt like hours of waiting. I was about to knock again when the door swung open as Muriel’s tall frame stood in front of me. I felt him pull me inside and slam the door shut.

“(Y/N), what were you doing out there?” He asked, as I walked over to the fire. I sat down in front of the fire he had going as Inanna walked over and put her head on my lap.

“I went out to grab some ingredients for Asra, I thought it wouldn’t get that bad.” I had stuttered a bit from the cold. I heard him mumble something but I couldn’t quite make it out. I heard his footsteps as he walked over to me. He kneeled next to me.

“Your cloak…..it’s soaking wet.” I heard him say. Now that I was more relaxed, the wet feeling of my cloak set in. I give him a “mmph” as a response. There’s a moment of silence before I hear him sigh and feel him slowly and gently remove my cloak. He hangs it by the fire before walking away. Without the cloak, my skin starts to warm up faster and I can feel my face again.

I hear Muriel walk back over and feel a blanket draped over my shoulders. I turn to face him.

“Thank you, for everything.” I say. He turns his head away but I can see a slight blush on his cheeks.

“….All I did was prevent you from freezing.” He mumbles, before turning to walk away. I grab his hand and he flinches and turns back to me.

“Sit with me, please?” I can see a bit of panic and nervousness in his eyes. He stands there for a second before slowly sitting next to me. I lay my head on his arm and he tenses before relaxing again.

We sit in silence, the sound of the fire crackling and Inannas soft snoring is the only thing that fills the room. It wasn’t awkward, more of us just enjoying the other’s presence. That, along with the warm fire, started to make me drift off to sleep. Before I fully fell asleep, I heard Muriel say one last thing.

“Maybe….being with you isn’t so bad.”

#the arcana x reader #muriel x reader #the arcana #reqs open

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muriels-brainrot · 3 months ago

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Have you ever wondered:

How will Muriel adjust to daily life with you?

I know I have. And I have been dying to write about this. So without further ado:

The Former Fighter's Alphabet (Slice of Life edition)

-> A is for Asra [coming soon]

-> B is for

-> C is for

-> D is for

-> E is for

-> F is for

-> G is for

-> H is for

-> I is for

-> J is for

-> K is for

-> L is for

-> M is for

-> N is for

-> O is for

-> P is for

-> Q is for

-> R is for

-> S is for

-> T is for

-> U is for

-> V is for

-> W is for

-> X is for

-> Y is for

-> Z is for

#the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana brainrot #the arcana muriel kohkuri #muriel of the kokhuri #the arcana drabbles

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lillywillow · 11 months ago

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Portia's Day Off

Summary: You and Portia spend a wonderful day together

Written for: @the-slumberparty

Words: 1623

Square Filled: B1- Cottage Core and N1- Baking

Pairing: Portia Devorak x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None

Your eyes slowly opened as the morning light cracked in through the curtains. Stretching, you smiled and rolled over to admire Portia’s peacefully sleeping form. Normally, she would be awake long before now but as she had been doing a lot of work lately, Nadia insisted Portia take the day off. Placing a gentle kiss on her ginger curls, you carefully untangled yourself from your comfortable position to make her breakfast in bed. Feeling movement, Pepi woke and moved from her spot on the bed to investigate.

“Sorry, Pepi. I didn’t mean to wake you,” you quietly apologised. “Shall we get started on breakfast?”

Pepi stretched her back before jumping off the bed and heading to the kitchen.

…

After feeding Pepi, you set to work on making Portia her favourite breakfast. You hummed as you cooked, soon feeling a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Hey… I thought you were still asleep…” you smiled.

“Bed’s cold without you,” she purred, nuzzling your back.

“Do you want to help me make breakfast since you’re here?”

“You know it,” she grinned.

You smiled back as she stepped beside you and together, you started making a lovely breakfast. Occasionally, there was a playful bump of the hip or a stolen kiss on the cheek as you worked and it wasn’t long before you had your food served up. The pair of you sat down to eat with Pepi taking her usual spot nearby.

“So, what did you want to do today?” Portia asked, digging into her pancakes.

“We could tend the garden, do some baking, invite our friends for tea,” you suggested.

“Yes! Let’s do all of that!” she grinned.

You grinned back and ate your breakfast.

…

After you had finished eating, the pair of you went to check on your newly acquired chickens. It was Muriel who first gave you the idea to raise chickens and after seeing some in the market, you found them so adorable, you couldn’t resist not having them. Every morning, you would open the door to their little enclosure, collect the eggs and gave them some feed for them to scratch around in and every night, you would lock them away all safe and sound. You also had to keep a fence around your veggie garden so they wouldn’t come in and dig up or eat your vegetables.

Once the chickens were tended to, you sent out an invitation to all your friends with a time to come to afternoon tea. You weren’t sure if Muriel would even come but you hoped that maybe Asra might convince him.

You got all the ingredients out as Portia pulled out a few cookbooks. The pair of you looked at a few recipes and decided on a pie and some cookies. You worked on making the pie while Portia made the cookies. So engrossed you were on making sure the base fitted neatly into the pie tin, you never noticed the wicked little grin on Portia’s face. You were humming to yourself when suddenly, you were blasted with a sprinkling of white power. Blinking a few times in surprise, you turned to look at Portia who was doing her best to look innocent but she couldn’t stop the cheeky smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

“Did you just… flick flour at me?” you asked.

“What? Me? Of course not,” she protested, barely able to contain her snickering.

“Really? Well, I didn’t do this!”

You flicked flour back at her. She stared at you dumbfounded before grinning widely.

“Oh, it is on, Y/N!”

And just like that, a battle for the ages began. Dust clouds plumed as flour flew in the air, getting all over the kitchen, your clothes and hair. The pair of you laughed and shouted, getting carried away in the fight. The only the thing that stopped you was a sudden, sharp, “Mrrp!”

You looked down to see Pepi covered in flour, looking rather displeased.

“Oops… Sorry, Pepi…”

Pepi shook herself off and headed outside, leaving little pawprints in her wake. You and Portia looked at each other before bursting into laughter.

“We should- we should get back to work,” you managed to get out between laughs.

“We really should,” Portia agreed, clutching her stomach as she was laughing so hard.

It took a while for the pair of you to settle down but even then you still had the giggles. Eventually, you had your pastries completed and set them bake in the oven. Of course, one would take a little more time than the other so you opted to do some so gardening while you waited.

…

Portia stayed closer to the house while you tended the garden to keep an eye on the oven to make sure it wouldn’t burn. She watered some of the plants by the cottage before getting distracted by watching you weed the garden. You took great care to save the nettles (without them stinging you) for nettle tea and keep the dandelions for dandelion wine. Occasionally, you would stand to stretch your back or wipe the sweat from your brow. Portia couldn’t help but giggle as Pepi brushed up against your leg and as you bent down to do more weeding, headbutt your hands to demand pats.

She smiled to herself and thanked every lucky star she had someone like you in her life; someone who was kind, fun to talk to and loved every little part of her. Portia in turn, loved every little part of you. All those insecurities and demons from the past all seemed to fade away whenever you were together, especially on days like this.

Hearing the ding of the timer, Portia headed in to take the cookies out of the oven and swap for the pie. Once she had completed that task, she called you in for lunch while she busied herself preparing iced fruit tea and toasted the pumpkin bread you bought from the market last week with an assortment of spreads. You greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and set out to help her.

“No, no, I’ve got it. You go and sit down,” Portia insisted.

“I can help,” you protested.

“I’ve got it. You’ve been doing all that hard work outside; you deserve a sit down.”

With a sigh, you took a seat at the table. Portia already did so much for everyone, it made you feel guilty when you couldn’t help her. She soon had everything set out and joined you at the table. The first thing she noticed was your pout.

“What’s that look for?” she asked.

“Nothing…”

Portia grabbed your chin with her thumb and forefinger to make you look at her, causing your face to heat up.

“You’re pouting. Now, tell me what’s wrong,” she asserted.

“It’s just that… you do so much. Around here, at the palace, and I feel like… you deserve to be waited on… I want to spoil you…” you admitted.

Portia smiled and kissed you softly.

“Every day I’m with you I’m spoiled,” she confessed sliding her hand to your cheek.

You smiled and kissed her palm, leaning into her warm touch. The two of you stayed there like that for a moment before pulling away to finish your lunch before your guests arrived.

…

Nadia was the first to knock on your door, bringing a spiced tea from her homeland of Prakra. You began making the preparations for it while she and Portia engaged in pleasant small talk. The next to arrive was Julian, making a dramatic entrance. Portia rolled her eyes at her brother and welcomed him inside. Finally, Asra came brining Muriel with him. Muriel was reluctant to enter your home with too many people for his liking but with some encouragement from Pepi, he soon took a seat at your table.

The table was filled with the pie and cookies you had made that morning along with coffee, a pot of Nadia’s tea and a few assorted snacks and drinks. The smell of fresh baking still hung in the air. Everyone helped themselves and engaged in lively conversation. Nadia caught everyone up on the latest happenings in the palace. Asra spoke about the gossip he overheard in the marketplace. Julian told tales of his latest escapades at the Rowdy Raven. Portia filled everyone in on how her day off went so far. Feeling like Muriel was being left out, you decided to converse with him.

“Muriel, did you know we have chickens now?”

“You do?”

You could see his features begin to relax.

“We do. I’d be happy to show you when we’re done here,” you assured him.

Muriel softly smiled and turned his attention back to Pepi. You were certain he would have preferred to leave now than be with all these people but having furry to focus on was helping him cope.

…

By the time sunset rolled around, everyone was ready to leave but not before you made good on your promise to show Muriel the chickens and locked them away safely for the night. You welcomed him to come back anytime to see the chickens and Pepi too of course.

At the end of the day, you and Portia made a nice, easy dinner and sat on the porch to unwind a little before heading to bed. Tomorrow, Portia would resume her duties as a palace servant but for now she was all yours and you were all hers. It was a perfect way to end such a wonderful day.

#navy and roo sleepover #navy and roo's sleepover #the arcana #Portia's Day Off #portia devorak #Pepi #Cottage Core #Baking #Friendship #Bingo #portia x mc #gender neutral reader

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