#really wish I’d had the balls to say ‘let’s meet up’ when we were in the same city but I swear I thought she’d be leaving later

[midnightsslut]

the way taylor singlehandedly repaired my relationship with my high school best friend

[rileyslibrary]

“So, let me get this straight,” he says, rubbing his temples, “You set fire to your tent while trying to make what?”

Heat rises to your face as you avoid meeting his eyes. You fidget with your fingers, feeling exposed and vulnerable in front of your superior. Your breathing is so loud and ragged in the silence of his tent, and you try to steady yourself before speaking.

You murmur an inaudible answer while shifting your weight from foot to foot.

“Louder, soldier,” he commands, “and look at me when I address you.”

You take a deep breath and hold it in. You lift your head and meet his eyes. His balaclava is crooked and messy as if he put it on in a hurry when the entire camp went into chaos. You can see a few stray hairs poking out from underneath it. His eyes are bloodshot, and his voice is hoarse; the poor guy has had enough.

“Popcorn, sir.” You whisper and instinctively kick a rock on the ground, wishing it was you.

“Popcorn.” He repeats, amazed.

You nod and divert your gaze to your left, where his bed is. You blush and immediately swing your head in the other direction.

“What were you thinking?” He asks, leaning on his field desk with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I guess I, um, I guess I was hungry, sir.” You stammer. You shift your weight to the balls of your feet, then place them back on the ground.

“You guess you were hungry?” He asks dumbfounded, “And you decided that popcorn was the right snacking choice?”

You shrug, and he shakes his head.

“Tell me, soldier,” he says, “do you know what popcorn does?”

“What does it do?” You ask naively.

“Come on, work with me,” he says, gesticulating with his hands, “it’s a compound word; corn that...”

“… pops?”

“Repeatedly”, he nods, “and do you know what repeated ‘pops’ might be interpreted with? In a field exercise? With a bunch of soldiers on high alert?”

“Gunshots?”

“Repeated gunshots,” he corrects you.

You shut your eyes and hunch over. “I’m really sorry, sir,” you finally mutter, “it was an accident.”

“Oh!” He exclaims and throws his hands up, “Thank you for clearing that out, soldier; see, I was worried you were intentionally committing arson!”

“No, sir, I promise you that wasn’t my intention,” you cry, “I didn’t want to upset you.”

“Upsetting me is not the problem here, Y/N, and if you can’t see that, we have a bigger issue to deal with.”

You furrow your eyebrows and look at him, confused. He takes a while to assess your expression and widens his eyes, ready to lecture you for good now.

“You could have gotten hurt, you idiot!” He shouts, hitting his palm with the outer edge of his hand. “You could have burned yourself, or someone could have shot straight in your direction with all these...” he gestures with his hands, imitating fireworks, “...pops that you were making!”

You raise your eyebrows as you connect the dots. “You’re right, sir,” you nod, “I will try to be wiser and not make any stupid mistakes in the future.”

“Mistakes happen daily, and you are wise, soldier.” He reassures you, “If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be on my team.” He walks behind his desk to sit on the folding chair. “It’s your inability to assess the danger that scares me.”

“I don’t understand, sir.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” he says gently, “and I worry that there might not always be someone there to help you.”

“I can assure you that the team is always-”

“I know the team is great and always has your back, but I mean me; I won’t always be there to save you from harm,” he says and shoos you away. “You’re dismissed,” he orders, and starts filling paperwork.

“Aren’t you going to sleep?” You ask.

He shuts his eyes and rubs his forehead. “I just extinguished one hell of a fire,” he replies. “Unless what I just experienced was a scene from a movie, I highly doubt I’d be able to sleep in peace.”

“I’m really sorry.” You apologise, and he waves his hand again for you to leave.

“Soldier?” He asks, and you turn to look at him one last time.

“I hope you didn’t bring any movies to accompany you with that popcorn.” He states in a stern voice.

You vigorously shake your head. “No, sir,” you reply, “no movies, just popcorn.”

He lets out a relieved exhale. “Just remember; next time you get hungry, it’s better to stick to the rations.”

You shrug and look at the ground. “I’ve run out of my allocated rations, sir.”

He lets out another exhale, this time deeper, and tilts his head to the side.

“Is that the reason you decided to cook for yourself?” He asks, “Because you ate all your meals?”

You slowly nod. His eyes have softened, and he looks more compassionate than before. Almost forgiving; human.

He opens the drawer of his field desk and grabs an energy bar and a pack of dried figs. He pushes them towards you.

“Please, come see me next time,” he advises you. “I much rather wake up to you asking for food than to a blitzkrieg of kernels popping.”

[its-time-to-write]

Omg I would love a Jamie Tartt x reader where the readers ex boyfriend was a footballer maybe a goalie and Jamie has to play against him in a match. I know it’s very vague but I’d love to see what you’d do! No pressure!! :))

I loved this request! Hope I did it justice

would hit him in a heartbeat now

You do not have a thing for footballers you swear. It just happens. You’ve been in exactly three and a half relationships, and only one of them was not a footballer.

He was a coach.

Anyway.

You would describe your type as lovable asshole, but your friends would leave out the lovable. Because of that, none of your splits have been exactly… amicable. Well, that’s not true. Your situationship had been sweet but wrong timing, and though it hurt, there were no hard feelings. 

Really, you were both in your late teens and he was scouted early on, so it was never going to work out. You always keep up with his career though, a part of you secretly cheering him on even if he plays against your boyfriend’s team. From time to time, you think about texting him to see if he has the same number, but the next day you see him splashed in a tabloid, making out with Keeley Jones, so you leave it. 

Six months later, you’re in a relationship with a West Ham goalie named Aleksander.

Seven months after that, he’s broken your heart by telling you you weren’t the right material for a footballer’s girlfriend.

Over text.

While you are at an away game.

Against AFC Richmond.

Eight minutes later you turn off the part of your brain that cares, dig out Jamie Tartt’s old number, and write, hey! not sure if this is still your number, but I’ll be at your game today and wanted to wish you luck. - the original number 9.

Your house number had been 9 when you first met Jamie. He’d write you notes addressed to 9. For example:

9 -

Meet me at our spot at 8?

10 <3

(He called himself a 10/10).

Ten hours later, you are sitting across from Jamie in a pub, laughing about growing up and whatever, all thoughts of Aleksander firmly gone from your head. 

He asks you out after flirting for eleven days.

—

You and Jamie have a certain level of comfortability that comes with knowing someone for so long. Neither of you feel like you have to pretend. You just live with each other, and it is the best. 

You’re on your fifth date, and second one at his house when, as you get up to go, he catches your hand and says, “Stay,” in a voice made gravelly by kisses.

You let him pull you back on the couch, and you do.

You end up staying a lot.

You’re together for a year, when, sitting on that same couch, Jamie says, “Playin’ West Ham next week.”

The marker in your hand slips from where you were coloring his tattoo. “What?”

“We go against West Ham next week. Wanna come?” Jamie asks, oblivious.

You trace the design on his right forearm. “I do, it’s just- Aleksander’s gonna be there. As their goalie. And I’d rather not be there to hear what he has to say to me.” You look up at Jamie. “It’s not because I don’t want to be there for you. It’s that- well, he, he always has things to say about his exes. And it’s not kind. I don’t really think I can handle it right now, you know?”

Jamie looks at you thoughtfully and nods, slipping his hand into yours. 

“D’you want to stay here while I’m gone? ’Stead of hanging around your flatmate. Might be nice to have a break.”

You smile, squeeze his hand and reply, “Sure!” grateful that he’s not pushing it.

Jamie grins back. “Good, I hate coming home to an empty house. Always hearing sounds like there’s ghosts or some shit.”

You laugh and shove his arm playfully. “And here I thought you were being completely selfless.”

—

It’s the day of the West Ham game. You’ve stolen one of Jamie’s jerseys from his closet and are on the couch with the largest bowl of popcorn known to mankind. You’re a little nervous to see Aleksander on the screen, but it’s overshadowed by your excitement to see Jamie play.

A quarter into the game, Jamie starts making his move. The team gets the ball near the goal, he shoots and-

He’s blocked by Aleksander.

Aleksander goes up to Jamie, and from your screen you see him ask a question and then make a lewd gesture.

Jamie’s face goes bright red and in an instant, Colin is holding him back from hitting Aleksander.

You see Jamie be pulled away, then watch him jog over to the coaches. Here’s what you don’t see:

“Permission to be a prick, coach,” Jamie says, still seeing red. How dare that dickhead say something so disgusting about you.

“Fuck no,” Roy says in a tone that says no arguing. 

“Coach,” Jamie says, because he’s never been one for self-preservation, “if you don’t tell me to be a prick, I’m going to be one all by meself, so I really think it’s better if you just give me permission.”

Ted, Beard, and Roy look at each other. Ted nods. “Alright Jamie, if you think that’s best then I guess, uh,” he holds up his middle finger behind his jacket. Roy and Beard follow suit, and Jamie smiles.

The game’s back on and you watch Jamie get going again. He kicks the ball and it hits Aleksander in the worst possible spot.

“Ooh!” You cover your mouth with your hands. That looks like an accident, but you know it’s not. There was a closeup of Jamie, and you can see that glint in his eye. He’s being a little prick.

He goes up to Aleksander to “check on him,” and whispers something in his ear. Aleksander, still doubled over in pain, nods. Jamie slaps him on the back a little too forcefully, then swaggers away, tongue out. 

You’re going to ask him about it when he gets home.

—

Richmond loses, and when Jamie walks into his house you’re on him in a moment. His hands are tangled in your hair and you’re tugging on his shirt and it’s not till three hours later, as you’re laying in bed playing with his hair, that he says, “I don’t regret it.”

It takes you a moment. “What?”

Jamie’s laying on top of you so he pushes himself up a bit to meet your eyes. “I don’t regret kicking that ball into that dickhead’s dick. I just wish I could have kicked him harder.”

“What happened out there, Jaim? You were mad-mad.”

He shakes his head slightly. “What do you think? That fuckin prick asked me a dirty question about you, and I lost it. Didn’t care about the game anymore. Didn’t want him to think he could fuckin get away with it.”

He looks so distraught and sincere that you can’t help it, you have to kiss that look off his face.

“I love you, Jamie Tartt,” you whisper. His face turns devilish.

“Mind showing me just how much?” he asks and you dissolve in a fit of giggles as he begins to pepper kisses along your neck.

[kamotecue]

part four: as the only heiress to the throne, you had your royal duties, that meant you meeting with the lionesses ahead of the world cup.

part one | part two | part three

you sighed as scorpius drove to st. george’s park, it was the last thing on your schedule for the day. your father wanted you to greet and wish the best with the 2023 world cup approaching.

you were literally stuck with media duties, something you quite hated. it was the way the press would turn something around, which well annoyed you. as the car pulled up you saw sarina weigman, the lionesses’s head coach.

“i’m nervous.” you stated, as scorpius chuckled.

“the great y/n, nervous? social anxiety should be afraid.” scorpius joked, as you jokingly glared at him.

“it’s not like i’m dating their captain, i only met three of them. what if the rest of the team don’t like me?” you asked, as scorpius looked at you.

“they’ll love you, besides who could ever hate you.” scorpius said, as you laughed. a lot of people could, you thought.

the car came to a stop, as scorpius killed the engine before heading out to open your door. as your door opened, you stepped out confidently, shaking hands with the dutch manager as she gave you a small smile.

“it’s an honor, your highness.” sarina said, as you nodded.

“the pleasures all mine.” you walked in with sarina, scorpius following behind, always five feet apart. you were lead to a dining area where the lionesses had settled, a few taking a glimpse at you.

the coaching staff were at their designated table, while you joined the table of ella toone who sat with alessia russo, esme morgan, ellie roebuck and mary earps.

“are you really dating our skipper?” ella asked, in disbelief as alessia gently slapped ella’s arm to which you laughed at.

“yes, i am dating leah. is it that much of a shock?” you asked, as ella shrugged.

“you are the crown princess, while our skipper is well—just leah.” ella said, a bit loud making you wince as a few stopped to look at your table.

“just leah was the one i fell in love with, the seven year old that i met on the football pitch.” alessia gave you a soft smile; happy that their skipper had someone to love.

“what do you love about leah?” mary asked, as you gave her a contented smile.

“a lot, really. when we were kids, and i’d meet her on the pitch she’d bring me flowers ‘just because’. or how much she cares about this team, how she loves football, how serious she is. or how blue her eyes are.” you said, as keira gave you a nod of approval.

“has she taught you football?” ellie asked, as you nodded.

“when we were kids, and i’d meet leah on the pitch where we would play soccer. she’s taught me everything i know. she’d also let me borrow a pair of her boots, as we had the same shoe size.” ellie gushed at how cute it was.

“can you tell us more stories?” esme asked as you nodded.

“i had to play goal keeper, just to block lee’s shots. there was this one time, the ball had hit my face. leah rushed to me to check if i had broken anything, or if my nose was bleeding. let’s just say, she scared scorpius.” alessia laughed.

“scorpius?” esme asked as scorpius moved from his position, giving her a small smile.

“my bodyguard.” as you introduced him to the team, he went back to his original position.

“if you weren’t a princess, what job would you take?” keira asked, from the other table.

“well, i am majoring in physiotherapy. after that, i’d enter med school, and graduate.” as keira looked at you in shock.

“i always wanted to do more research, on why it’s more common for females to tear their acl.” you said, stunning those who heard your conversation.

“interesting, leah’s got a keeper.” mary said, as she winked. i laughed at her joke.

“quite literally, i joined a youth team as a goal keeper.” you said, as they looked at you with wide eyes.

“however i only played for about 4 years? before quitting.” ella looked at you in shock, mary was proud another goal keeper.

“i heard there’s a foosball table, would you join me in a game?” rachel asked as she passed by to which you nodded to.

yet here you were absolutely crushing the daly-bright duo, georgia was your partner.

“you’re good at foosball too.” rachel said as the game came to an end.

“what can i say, i’m great at many things.” you said, as you’ve taken lessons in a few instruments, played various sports, and etc.

“well, i believe it’s time for us to go, my lady. you have a date with ms. williamson.” scorpius said, as you flushed.

“can we stop and get flowers?” you asked, as scorpius nodded. keira definitely approved of you, it was cute, your relationship with leah.

[siremasterlawrence]

Andrew’s New Team

Andrew Garfield is one of the hottest actors I have ever seen on or off screen as I finally met him, I have manage to fall deeply in love with him because I am his greatest friend or soon will be. I am recently being hired to be his new all in one crew able to do whatever he wants my to do for him, so we are in a meeting when I go to kitchen to make him the coffee he is requesting. I smirk gleefully opening my backpack to find the original numb numb drops as I yank the cap to the side and pour it in to his own personal coffee pot he brings from home after washing it.I place the coffee pot on the stove flipping the switch on as the fire burns under him as the fire burns the heat grows to a high level temperature and it increases to a veryboiling point. It’s hot the touch as I watch it medium cool off turning it downward as it transforms color from black to green to a gorgeous cerulean blue and I pour it in to his mug as it brims with light. Handing it to him I have a mischievous grin spreading on to my mouth as he sips noticing it then rolls his eyes and he stands up to face me as he gobbles it down.

“Who the help do you think you are?”

“I am your assistant”

“Yeah! What’s your problem dude?”

“You are fucking Andrew Garfield”

“So what you weirdo?”

“Be nice to be or I’ll make you regret it”

“I am your boss”

“I am aware for now”

“That’s it! You are fired”

“Great! I won’t have to be sneaky than”

“Wait what? You little shit “

“You made this too easy”

“Say what? Listen you “

“Zip it”

“Mmmmm…fuck”

“You enjoyed that?”

“Yes I love too…not I’d….ugh”

“You are going crazy failing to deny it”

“We all know this what you need”

“You are so soft”

“A really pussy”

“Nnnnooo”

“Yyyyeeeesss! I bet “

“You bet what? Asshole”

“You were a real ladies killer”

“A foul jock”

“Scratches balls and had them on display “

“A big kahuna”

“You are nothing but a whiny bitch”

“A real man shall accepted his face”

“No instead you whom like a bitch”

“Pathetic “

“Desperate “

“Mwahahahahaha…funny”

“Barely even worthy of a story or movie “

“Let alone any noteworthy attention “

Stomping my feet a line travels from end to end of the rooms left and right walls to it is hitting the wall slamming hard as the floor split in half and a full length mirror ascends from below. He is in for quite a surprise as it is about to come full circle standing tall in a full length shine it blings in his face as his life flashes before him and his memories are beginning to fade.The lights fade for him as he falls forward in an instantaneous motion he phases through the physicals work into the mirror free falling to his end in an endless chasm of gassy air and noise nothingness. His soul erases in to the void a mindless puppet now lays before my feet, such cute face, crazily muscled body and height I could climb like a damn Mountain and all I care about it I am the lord of this fool.

“Will you wake up now”

“Mmmmmmm!”

“Wake up now!”

“I am your Master “

“Master Lawrence “

“Rise to your feet and please me”

“Yes Master”

“FUCK!”

“What you cunt?”

“You make me so hard and lustful”

“I am craving you “

“You are my Master and man”

“Yes! I am your life”

“Your everything “

“Hold me tight”

“Whatever you wish “

“I am your toll”

“Now succumb my dear by cumming and by shitting yourself.

The end

[childesglove]

Did You Cheat On Me? Revenge Taste Bitter (Part 2)

Summary: Childe thought you had cheated on him and he decided he was going to take revenge, even if it hurts both of you. Now that he realised he made a mistake, how can he ever fix this?

Read Part 1

Tags: Angst with comfort, Hurt, Implied Violence, Reader has anxiety attack, not proof read, verbal abuse, a lot of screaming

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You turned and leaned against the door, breathing heavily as you felt the weight of the world crashing on you. You parted your lips and an ugly sob escaped you. You covered your ears in an attempt to block out all the noises but it did nothing to silence your thoughts.

Your heart ached so much it felt almost physical. You haveso many questions but all you could do was curl yourself into a tight ball.

Like a hammer striking a fragile mirror, reality shattered the memory into a thousand sharp fragments. All the lovely images of him smiling sweetly at you, holding you tight and making you feel safe shattered.

It was a painful reminder that he was not the one.

He was just a passerby in your life that left a scar that would take forever to heal.

You stayed in the same position for what felt like hours before you started packing your clothes.

With one last look, you left this place that you once called home.

The same day

Childe was lost in his thoughts, he was growing restless as each moment passed by, he couldn’t forget the look on your face when you left.

He felt sick and twisted for making you cry even when you were the one that betrayed him. He was supposed to feel happy, triumphant even, yet all he felt was emptiness and a sense of dread.

He doesn’t even know where that dread came from.

“ Lord Harbinger, a man that claims to be a friend of Ms y/n is requesting an audience.”

“Let him in.”

“Urm, Hello. I’m Matt.” A nervous-looking man entered, his eyes darted around as he licked his lips nervously.

“You dare..” Childe’s eyes narrowed coldly as he recognised the man, it was that bastard that you cheated with.

“I think we have a misunderstanding here!” Matt widened his eyes as he put his hands up in an attempt to calm the harbinger down. “I am Y/n’s childhood friend, I recently just came back from Sumeru to visit my family.“ The poor man was talking like a machine gun as if a bomb is about to set off.

That feeling of dread is coming back again, Childe stared at Matt, waiting for him to continue.

“Y/n is just like a little sister to me and I am really happy she found someone.” When he mentioned you, Matt’s eyes softened for a second. “I wanted to explain to you yesterday but you looked like you were ready to kill me..” he smiled sheepishly.

“What..what did you just say?”Childe’s mind was a whirlwind of panicked thoughts, his instincts screaming at him to find you and beg for forgiveness but he didn’t even know where to begin.

Everything made sense now.

The way you looked so hurt, confused and offended when he confronted you.

“What have I done?” Childe muttered, his face contorted into a horrified expression.

He messed up.

When he went back to their shared home, he was greeted with nothing but emptiness. The house was silent, not a trace of you was left behind. Your matching mugs, the plushies you insisted on keeping, and the photo frames of you and him were all gone.

A letter was left on the table.

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Dear Ajax,

I went against my whole family and friends to be with you, and I really thought it would be you in the end but turns out, my mother was right. You were not and never would be that man.

I wished I’d never met you, you make me feel sick.

Hope we never meet again.

Y/N

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As he read, Childe’s hands began to tremble as he clutched at his chest, trying to hold himself together, but the emotions were too overwhelming, raw.

His face was twisted in agony, tears streaming down his cheeks as he read and re-read the words on the page.

He can’t believe he fucked up so badly.

It felt like yesterday when you pressed yourself against his back, whispering how much you loved him. The way you kiss his ears, giggling as you watch his ears turn red under your touch.

Each time he came back from the battlefield tainted with blood and all worn out, all he wants is to see you, hear you call his name so sweetly.

Yet all of these are gone because of his foolishness.

Part 3?

[serickswrites]

Lonely Place of Longing X

Master list here (includes chapter links, character bios, and summary).

Warnings: betrayal, referenced death, referenced destruction

Halle didn’t hear Dylan slip out. She didn’t think she would. Dylan was true to his word and waited until Tectus went quiet. Halle wished that Dylan had stayed. She had a hard time falling asleep without Dylan. She had gotten so used to being around Dylan almost all the time it was hard when Dylan was gone.

But she couldn’t blame Dylan for wanting time alone. The briefing had been tough. Halle wondered if Dylan knew Owen Hughes aside from both being weapons. Dylan had been so flat and blank in the briefing she knew the content had to be bothering Dylan. And so she had trusted Dylan. She didn’t think Dylan would hurt anyone. She had never seen Dylan try to hurt anyone at Tectus. Dylan had only ever tried to help the team.

Dylan returned shortly before dawn. He had climbed into bed without saying a word to Halle. He had tucked himself into a ball and didn’t respond to Halle trying to rub his back.

Halle had told herself that Dylan just needed to sleep. Sleep would make him feel better. Halle decided she would bring Dylan back a treat from the cafeteria—hot chocolate with extra whipped cream—to try and make Dylan feel better.

“Morning, Halle,” Thomas said quietly as he sidled up next to Halle in the chow line.

“Morning, Thomas.” Halle took her breakfast items quickly. She wanted to go back to her room as soon as possible to be there when Dylan woke.

“I’d like you to join me in the officer’s private dining room this morning, Halle.” Thomas filled his own tray.

“That’s really kind of you, Thomas. I need to—“

“I insist.”

Halle tried to breathe past her heart hammering in her throat. “Thank you, Thomas.”

Halle cursed herself the entire way to the private dining room. Thomas had found out she had let Dylan out last night. This was it. She was going to be fired. And Dylan would likely be kept in an even smaller cage. This was all her fault.

“I wanted to give you some background information on Owen Hughes so you are better prepared for the coming mission.” Thomas said as he sat at an empty table with Halle.

Halle sagged with relief. “That would be great, thank you. I didn’t think I was supposed to know so I didn’t ask anyone.”

“They wouldn’t have been able to tell you, anyway. Owen is extremely classified. The only people on Alpha Team who had clearance to know about Owen prior to yesterday’s meeting were myself and Dylan.”

“Well, thank you for briefing me.” Halle took a sip of her coffee. She had been wanting to know who Owen was since Dylan mentioned him while unconscious all those months ago.

“Owen was once a weapon here with Scutus. He was created with a pair mate at the same time. Both were a sight to behold. He was one of our most powerful weapons. He was weaker of the two, but still very powerful. They were both the most successful weapons ever imbued. They both had similar powers to the other—a telekinesis of sorts, flight, speed, strength, could instantly dissolve armies with a wave of their hand, unnatural pain tolerance, mind reading, teleportation, and, increased constitution. They were the Authority’s perfect weapons.”

The Authority’s perfect weapons. Owen. Owen and one other. Halle clutched at her abandoned cup of coffee. This was more than she had ever been told about weapons.

“But the imbuing process is imperfect in a lot of ways. The Authority has been perfecting it, but it goes awry often. It is very painful. So painful that you lose who the person once was as they are imbued. It makes it so we can mold them into who we need them to be. But with this set of weapons, we tried to change the process, tried to preserve who they were. The one weapon retained all of the good traits of their personality, their memories, who they were. The other, Owen, was likely already mentally unstable. The imbuing process made him worse. While this imbuing process produced more powerful weapons than we had ever seen, it was determined that it shouldn’t be replicated because of Owen’s instability.”

Halle’s mouth went dry. Imbuing was far worse than they had ever thought. Was that why Dylan was very guarded about it? Poor Dylan, he suffered all the pain and loss who he was. Halle could only wonder what it would be like to go through a painful process and remember it all. Whoever the other weapon was, Owen’s pair mate, they were probably something to see.

“They worked well as a pair, the one, more powerful weapon keeping Owen in check. But eventually their bond disintegrated and Owen turned on his pair mate. Fortunately the other weapon was saved, but it was grievously wounded. We lost nearly half the units when Owen turned. It took years to rebuild what he destroyed. And while the other weapon recovered, the potential progress we lost during their recovery process is unknowable.”

Destroyed. Owen was so powerful he had nearly destroyed Scutus. Nearly destroyed the one organization keeping everyone safe. And had nearly destroyed his pair mate.

“We lost possession of Owen decades ago when he escaped. Since then he has been wreaking havoc on the world. The Authority has decided it is time to bring in Owen. Time to end his reign of terror on the world and restore balance.”

Halle’s heart sunk. This was terrible. Owen needed to be stopped as soon as possible. She hadn’t realized that Scutus had taken such a hit in the last decade. Probably about the time Dylan became a weapon things went south. Perhaps that was why they worked Dylan so hard, to make up for lost time and give the other weapon Thomas talked about a chance to recover. “What happened to his pair mate?”

“You know his other half.” Halle couldn’t breathe. “Dylan is the more powerful and more developed of the two, but together they were something to behold or so I’m told. Owen had been lost for several decades by the time I joined up fifteen years ago.”

Dylan was created and trained with Owen. Dylan knew Owen. Dylan and Owen were one and the same. Dylan and Owen were the same.

“How are we supposed to stop Owen? You said he destroyed nearly half the units and almost killed Dylan when he escaped.” Halle reasoned this had only happened in the last ten years or so. There was no way what Thomas was implying was true. There was no way. Decades ago would imply that Dylan was much older than he looked. Surely Thomas was misremembering. Surely Thomas had the wrong weapon in mind. There was no way any of this was true.

“Dylan is stronger. Dylan will win. We just need to catch Owen by surprise. And that’s where you come in, Halle.”

“What?” Halle was having difficulty taking all the information in. Dylan had lied about who and what he was. How he came to be. Dylan had lied to her. Dylan and Owen—the greatest evil unleashed upon the world—were birds of a feather.

“We have to keep Dylan hidden until the time is right—Owen and Dylan have an ability to sense one another. All weapons do. But these two are particularly,” Thomas searched for the word, “honed to one another. Each is the other’s perfect blade to be wielded as one. Your job is to keep Dylan hidden and ready. And heal him as he goes. Because we will win. And Dylan is the key.”

“If they were created together are their lives tied together?” Halle had an awful idea. As betrayed she felt, as angry as she felt, she didn’t want her thought to be true.

“What do you mean?” Thomas looked at Halle with furrowed brows.

“If we kill one will the other die?”

Thomas shook his head. “As far as I am aware, they are not connected in that way. Their lives aren’t tied together.”

Dylan would live. Dylan would live. Halle would see to it. “When do we leave?”

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The Ball of the Red Death

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Pairing: Prince!Loki Laufeyson x Enchantress!Female Reader

Summary: A royal feast being converted to a royal ball at the last minute by the god of mischief's mad magic-wielding lover, who just so happens to have an Edgar Allen Poe obsession. What could possibly go wrong?

Content Warnings: Descriptions of violence, discussions of death and mortality at length, implied major character death (you just really have to squint), use of enchantment, unprotected sex, mind reading/communication during sex, use of magic during sex, momentary clothed sex, porn with way way too much plot

Notes: I started writing this because I originally wanted Loki and the reader to have a kind of Gomez and Morticia vibe, but this ended up going in a very different direction.

I reccomend listening to this (TikTok Video) or this (Spotify) during the waltz scene. You can thank me later~

Word Count: 6,905 (Sorry about that, but I believe in y’all!)

Dividers by @chachachannah

“…‘And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.’” I closed the book I was holding and let out a satisfied sigh. “Poe’s commentary on mortality never disappoints.”

Loki and I were resting comfortably in our shared bedroom in the castle. Sometimes, when we had idle time together, I would read aloud from my collection of Edgar Allen Poe’s short stories as he attentively listened, closing his eyes as if he could hang on to my every word. This time, I had just finished reading The Masque of the Red Death —a short story that I’d read about a million times prior to this. Needless to say, it was my favorite one in the collection.

“I find Prince Prospero rather insufferable.” Loki frowned, his head comfortably nestled in my lap. “He didn’t even hesitate to shut the sick out to die. He cared not for his kingdom. He merely cared for the throne. His methods are those born of blatant greed and ignorance.”

I dropped my book on a nearby nightstand before reaching down to softly scratch his raven locks. “Lest we forget, you were once mad for power.”

The god sighed under my touch, closing his eyes. “And I would have done well with it. Asgard would truly prosper with me as its king.”

“I’m sure it would.” I smirked at his witty response. “Enough with the scary stories, anyway. I have more important things to tend to.” I let go of his hair, waiting for him to move his head from my lap. He didn’t budge.

“‘More important things to tend to’?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “I would choose your words more carefully, darling.”

I instantly felt guilty for my poor choice of words. “Loki, as much as I love spending time with you, you know I have to meet with Frigga to discuss-”

“The royal feast preparations.” He finished for me. “I’m aware.” He looked up at me, his blue eyes filled with longing. “Each moment I’m without you brings me closer to madness. Perhaps you’ve managed to enchant me, after all.”

“You know I couldn’t possibly do that, no matter how much experience I earn in my craft.” I tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear. “I promise you, my absence will only last as long as the blink of an eye.”

Loki sat up beside me. “I’m doubtful, but I will concede.” I gave him a quick peck on the cheek before he continued. “Stop tempting me and go before I change my mind and keep you here for myself.”

I chuckled to myself as I finally rose from the bed and strolled over to the door. “You won’t even have the time to miss me.”

Loki simply let out a low hum in response as I shut the door behind me.

.·:*¨༺♚༻¨*:·.

I made sure to keep in step alongside Frigga as we strolled through the palace gardens. She wore an expression of immense confusion. “Are you absolutely sure you wish to convert the feast to a ball? You do realize the event is tomorrow, and a ball requires much more preparation than a feast, correct?”

“Have you no faith in my planning prowess?” I teased. “I’m absolutely positive. I have grand ideas, and I feel a simple feast wouldn’t do them justice at all.”

“I suppose that makes sense…” Frigga seemed hesitant to agree with me.

“Oh! There’s one more thing I feel inclined to add.” I twiddled my fingers in front of me as we walked. “I wish to plan this event on my own from here on out.”

Frigga’s eyes widened. “You wish to make this event your own? This is a royal event, lest you forget!”

“I’m well aware, my queen.” I reassured her. “I simply wish to take matters into my own hands and allow for the royal family to indulge in the resulting revelry.”

A strange, uncharacteristic darkness crept over her features. “Something tells me this isn’t your true intention.”

“Nonsense!” I waved my hand. “It’s all in good fun, I assure you.”

Frigga froze for a moment before letting out a defeated sigh. “I’ll be speaking with the Allfather. We need his approval for this change in arrangements, after all.”

We both stopped in our tracks, and I flashed her the sweetest smile I could muster. “Lovely! I thank you for your consideration on the matter.”

Frigga met me with a frightened look. “Sure… Yes- Well, I’ll be on my way!” With that, she hurried out of the gardens, as if she couldn’t get away from me quickly enough.

What a shame. I sighed as I watched her go. I do hope I didn’t let on too much…

.·:*¨༺♚༻¨*:·.

Odin grumbled at the documents in front of him. He hated signing laws into action, but they were a responsibility of his. He took pride in his work, no matter how mundane it became.

Tap! Tap! Tap! He rubbed the bridge of his nose as a soft rapping sounded at the door. He wasn’t as pleased with distractions.

“Enter!” He called, sitting up straight in his chair.

Frigga entered the room, clutching the front of her dress in an anxious disposition. “Allfather! There’s something important I must discuss with you.”

“Of course!” His booming voice practically rattled the castle walls. “What must we discuss, my dear?”

“It’s about the royal feast.” She nervously wrung her hands. “Lady Y/N wishes for it to be a ball instead…” Odin arched an eyebrow at her before she continued, “and she wishes to take on sole responsibility of planning it.”

“THE GALL!” He roared. “She’s casting you from the planning council? Who does that woman think she is?!”

“She claims it to be all in good fun…” Frigga’s voice trailed off into uncertainty.

“Yet you seem apprehensive.” Odin observed.

Frigga took a deep breath. “I sensed malicious intent in her. I fear the worst for our family. I fear the worst for our people.”

Odin sighed. He wanted nothing more than to have Loki’s concubine of a lover locked away in the dungeons for the rest of her days. There was something about her that just irked him, but he could never place his finger on it.

However, as the conversation drew on, Odin felt a change in him, and new thoughts began to creep into his mind. Lady Y/N didn’t seem as repulsive to him. If anything, he was curious as to what she had in store for the ball. She said it was all in good fun, after all. What would be the harm in giving his wife some time to relax? In front of him, Frigga’s eyes darted around the room as if she was searching for something.

Odin cleared his throat, bringing her attention back to him. “Give the lady full control of the event. I want every event planner in Asgard at her disposal. Her ideas deserve to be realized, and I wish to see what she has in store for us.”

Frigga audibly gasped. “But, Allfather-”

“Silence!” He waved her off. “I’ve made my decision. Now be off! I have duties to attend to.”

Frigga looked dumbfounded, her mouth opening and closing in an attempt to formulate a response. She never found her voice. She respectfully curtsied and rushed out of the room, leaving Odin to tend to his papers.

My fingers tingled with magic and excitement as I observed the scene from the rafters. This was all coming together too perfectly. Enchanting the Allfather was the easy part. It was no simple task to fool a master sorceress, however. Especially one as experienced and well-versed in Asgardian magic as Frigga. The thrill of almost being caught sent another jolt of electricity coursing under my skin. This is just too perfect!

.·:*¨༺♚༻¨*:·.

The following night, Fandral stood at the bottom of the grand staircase in the ballroom, which was decorated in elegant shades of red and gold. He himself was outfitted in crimson fabrics, and the attention of every partygoer was fixed on him.

“Welcome, everyone, to the Red Ball.” His voice projected throughout the room. “I see most of you abided by the dress code ordained by the coordinator of this event. Others… not so much.” He passive-aggressively cleared his throat. “Before we proceed with the festivities, it is my utmost honor and privilege to introduce the royal family, as well as their partners. I first present to you the Allfather, Asgard’s king, Odin, with his wife, our beloved queen, Frigga.”

The partygoers roared as Fandral stepped aside, leaving Odin and Frigga space to descend the stairs, arms interlocked. Odin was decorated in gold armor, and Frigga in a large and flowy red dress, a crown adorned in blood-red jewels resting atop her neatly coiled hair. The two were a paragon of a royal couple, descending the stairs in an air of grace and power.

Fandral bowed to the couple as they made their way off of the staircase before resituating himself where he stood prior. “Now I present their eldest son, and prince of Asgard, Thor Odinson, with his partner, hailing from Midgard, Jane Foster.”

Fandral stepped aside as Thor and Jane made their way down the stairs holding hands. The crowd roared again as the couple approached. Thor wore a tunic of red and silver, while Jane wore an equally red hoopless ball gown.

Once again, Fandral bowed and returned to the center of the bottom step to announce the final pair. “And now, last but not least, I present the youngest prince of Asgard, Loki Odinson, with his partner, who attended to planning this very ball, Y/N L/N.”

Atop the stairs, I felt my heart leap into my throat at the sound of my name. This was it. This was the moment everything would be set in motion. I smoothed my hands over the front of my crimson velvet dress before Loki locked one of my arms in his. He wore a tunic similar to his traditional choice, the only difference being that he swapped the green hue for red, as per my request. He tried to argue his way out of giving up his favorite color, but caved when I insisted.

“Don’t worry yourself.” He leaned in to whisper, merely inches from my ear. “Your beauty would make the very stars themselves whisper in envy, my enchantress. If nothing else, you are not the problem.”

I smiled before whispering back, “Thank you, my love. Never does a moment go by where you’re at a loss for the perfect words.”

He motioned his hand towards the stairs. “Shall we?”

I made a small nod. “We shall.”

With that, we began our descent on the stairs, turning onto the grand staircase, where the crowd could finally set their eyes on us. Scattered cheers erupted into loud applause as I set my hand in a delicate wave.

Loki gently nudged my shoulder as we neared the bottom step. “See, darling? They love you.”

“Nonsense, my prince.” I smirked. “Your royal visage is distracting them from mine.”

He lightly sighed. “Must you always evade my reassurance?”

“Not at all.” I responded, taking the opportunity to glance in his direction. “I just stand to reason that your approval is the only one that matters to me. I don’t need that of others.”

Loki and I stood alongside the rest of the royal family as Fandral wrapped up his introductions. “Now that I’ve introduced our esteemed royal family, let the festivities begin!”

At his words, the ballroom came alive. A band in the corner of the room began playing a slow orchestral waltz and couples began pairing up and swaying to the music, forming a sea of red with the occasional off-color sprinkled in. Black-suited figures entered the room carrying trays of drinks and finger foods to pass to hungry dancers. As I observed the scene, I felt a sense of pride swelling inside of me. Any minute now. It’ll be any minute now. I felt the corners of my lips upturn as my fingers began to tingle.

My gaze met Loki’s. “I can’t believe this is really happening!”

I fought to keep my smile from growing too wide. Damnit! Tone it down before you appear suspicious. Then again, it would be safe to consider that anyone in the room would assume that my excitement came from enjoyment of the party.

Loki warmly smiled at me. “You did well in planning this event.”

“The best is yet to come.” I winked, noticing Frigga stiffen in the corner of my eye. The song changed to one with a bit of a quicker tempo, eliciting the same change in speed from the dancers.

Odin clapped his hands, bringing the attention of the royal family and their partners to him. “I believe it is time for us to enjoy a dance as well.” He held a hand out to Frigga. “My wife.” She took his outstretched hand in hers with a small smile before he led her away from the rest of us.

“I’m assuming that’s my cue.” Thor held a hand out for Jane, who let out a small chuckle as she took his hand.

“Well done! This is amazing!” She called out to me before disappearing with her lover among the sea of dancers.

I turned to Loki with an eyebrow raised, and he quickly understood what I wanted from him, extending a hand towards me. “Care to dance, darling?”

I couldn’t hide the grin spreading across my mouth this time. “Let’s!”

I took his hand and he led me to the center of the dance floor. He then held his hands at my waist and I rested mine on his shoulders. We fell into step, dancing something similar to a formal ballroom dance, but with some elements that were more casual than traditional.

As we danced, Loki leaned in to mutter, “Darling, may I ask you a question?”

“What’s plaguing your mind, my love?” I gave one of his shoulders a squeeze.

“Your guest list seems rather…” His voice trailed off as his eyes quickly scanned the room before returning to mine. “How did you manage to gather so many people from the dungeon? This doesn’t seem safe, nor plausible.”

I waved my hand at his concern before returning it to his shoulder. “Worry not about that. They won’t be stirring any trouble tonight.”

“And you can guarantee that?” He raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Indeed, I can.” I warmly smiled at him. “Besides, everyone deserves a chance to enjoy the festivities, don’t they?”

“I suppose…” Then, a look of realization crossed his features, and he sighed, a disappointed sound coming from a suddenly amused expression. “You’ve enchanted them, haven’t you?”

A small smirk tugged at my lips. “Guilty as charged.”

He lightly chuckled, his amusement pulling a grin from his lips. “I see no harm in the matter, then.”

We continued to dance to the music, my dress swishing with each movement as he held me, spun me, and dipped me. As extravagant as our dancing may have seemed, he never attempted a move that would be too much for me. He knew all the moves I could comfortably perform, and would always dance accordingly. Sometimes, I worried that I was holding him back, but he always assured me that there was no one he’d rather dance with than me. He really knew how to make me feel special.

All things considered, it was a wonder I didn’t trip over myself. My eyes remained glued to his, and his to mine. He was gorgeous, and I didn’t want him out of my sight for a second. Each moment I danced with him was a moment where everything else faded away. It was as if we were alone in the ballroom, dancing simply for our own enjoyment. I would stay with him like this forever if I could.

Unfortunately, forever didn’t last, and the song ended up changing to a more lively piece, sending the rest of the dancers into a frenzy.

I decided I wanted to take this moment to step away. “Loki?”

“Yes, darling?” He slowed to a stop as I did.

“Can we go to the balcony?” I gave his shoulders an affectionate squeeze. “There’s something I’d like to show you.”

I could almost see the gears in his mind turning as he considered this. “Of course.”

We interlocked arms and made our way back towards the grand staircase, Fandral spying us on the way. “Leaving so soon?” He called, unceasing in his dance with his partner.

“We will return, of course!” I waved with my free arm. “The night isn’t nearly over.”

Loki and I practically dashed up the stairs and down the hall to an inner balcony, which overlooked the ballroom dance floor. We had an overhead view of the sea of dancers below, each creating their own wave of crimson.

I let go of Loki to grab the banister, sighing as I looked on. “It’s beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

I felt his arms wrap around my waist as his head came to a rest on my shoulder. “This is all your doing, my dear. I have not the words to describe my pride in you, both for the event you carefully planned and for your great magical improvement.”

“Thank you, my love.” My lips curved into another smile as his pride filled me with my own. “Do you know why I chose the theme that I did?”

Loki hummed thoughtfully before answering. “I couldn’t possibly say.”

I stretched my arm over the party below. “Look at all those people. Every single one in here has something they’re trying to escape. Something they’re trying to avoid . They bide their time ignoring a malignant problem that doesn’t fade away. It festers, it grows, and someday, it drowns them.”

“How delightful…” Loki didn’t seem amused in the slightest.

“I know it’s morbid.” I lightly chuckled. “But inspiration struck, and that, I couldn’t ignore. Consider this an escape from what is a tiresome reality.”

“Alright,” A moment of silence passed between us as he let go of me and situated himself next to me. He spoke up again, “Why, then, did you ask a majority of us to wear red?” His hands reached forward to grab the banister.

I softly placed one of mine over one of his. “I believe you should instead be asking why some didn’t.”

Loki seemed to carefully consider this as he examined the dancers below. “It seems all the nobles and most of the royalty in attendance are wearing other colors.” He pointed out the wealthy and the royals from other realms, who were, in fact, devoid of the red color that everyone else wore in abundance.

“Very good.” I slid behind him and snaked my arms around his waist, pulling myself into him as I neared his cheek with my lips–which I conveniently left unpainted–and lowered my voice to just above a whisper. “You’re so observant, my love.”

Loki shuddered. “Darling… I’m still unclear on your motives.”

“All will be revealed in due time.” I coaxed his face in the direction of mine. “Be patient, my prince.”

The air between us seemed to crackle with electricity. I brought my forehead to his, closing some of the distance between us.

“We’ve been gone for some time,” Loki breathed. “The others will talk.”

“Let them.” I finally closed the distance between us with a kiss. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him like it would be my last time. I wanted to drink him in. I never wanted to forget this feeling.

When we broke our kiss, Loki breathily asked, “And what of having patience?”

“You, my love, are the only thing that can make waiting feel torturous.” I sighed, leaning in to kiss him again.

This time, I heard a low hum escape him as we connected. His arms reciprocated my embrace, warming my body and heart.

When we broke our kiss again for air, Loki’s cheeks were dusted a light pink, and his lips were curved into the smallest smirk.

“You little minx.” He teased. “Have you no intention of returning to the event you planned?”

“Of course, I do!” I playfully scoffed, letting go of him and turning to walk away. “But, if you wish to hurry me off, then…”

“Wait!” Loki grabbed my arm, pulling me back to him. “Just once more.” He insisted before pulling me into a final, hungry kiss.

I felt his hand work its way into my hair, the other playing at my waist. I slid mine up his chest until I interlocked them behind his neck.

He sighed against my mouth before breaking the kiss. We were left gasping in each other’s arms, smiling like fools. But, we knew we weren’t fools. We were in love.

“I hope you know, I didn’t actually intend on walking away from you.” I breathlessly admitted.

“I know.” Loki smirked. “I simply enjoy indulging in your little games.”

My ears perked at the sound of a glass chiming. “Oh! I genuinely must be away now.”

“Allow me to escort you back to the festivities, darling.” Loki kissed the crown of my head before we rushed to fix our hair and return to the ball.

Fandral stood at the bottom of the stairs, the attention of the partygoers on him once again, with a glass in one hand and a silver spoon in the other. “There she is! The delicate and fair princess chooses to grace us with her presence once again… and Lady Y/N appears, as well.”

Loki rolled his eyes as I stifled a giggle at Fandral’s dramatic foolishness. “You two can save your childish banter for later. I believe I must take care of something now.”

“But, of course, my lady!” Fandral turned back to the crowd, tapping his spoon against the glass to make another chiming sound. “Now I ask for your attention as we hear a few words from Lady Y/N.”

The crowd applauded as Fandral and Loki walked off, leaving me at the bottom of the grand staircase. Loki glared daggers at the giddy blonde. He would remember that insult for a long time to come.

I had to stifle another giggle by clearing my throat before addressing the audience. “Thank you all so kindly for attending this ball. I worked very hard to put all of this together.” I opened my arms in a grand gesture and the partygoers erupted into applause.

I only spoke again once the applause died down. “With the creation of the Red Ball, I had a vision.” I began to pace in front of the bottom step. “A vision that no one has ever dared to enact before. I’ve brought together royals and delinquents alike in a display of unity.” More cheers filled the ballroom before I could continue. “But one question remains. Unity through what? What unites us? How can royals, commonfolk, and dungeon convicts be linked in any way?” The room went silent, the only sound filling the hall being my voice. “Well, there’s one thing that unites us. One thing that the royals gleefully ignore, but it looms over the heads of commoners. It’s punctuated by each ticking of the clock. It creeps in with every breath we take. It sweeps through every corridor we dare to step through, and it… is… red.”

Whoosh! All of the lights in the hall were suddenly extinguished, and a few screams were heard before the room came alive with scattered whispers and mutters.

“Please remain calm!” Odin’s voice reverberated around the room. “The lights will return shortly.”

A large pair of arms wrapped around me and I let out a surprised yelp. “Darling! Are you alright?”

“Loki?” I let out a relieved chuckle and settled into his embrace. “I’m okay. I just… What happened to the lights?”

“We’ve got servants looking into it.” Loki reassured me. “Odin believes the lights will return soon.”

“How soon?” My voice oozed with feux concern. I was relieved that the darkness was enough to hide the smirk playing at my lips.

A blood-curdling scream sounded from across the room before quickly tapering off into a gurgling cough, followed by a dull thud. The room plummeted into another silence before more screams of the same fashion filled the void of sound.

Loki’s arms tightened around me. “We need to get out of here.” He growled in my ear. “Now.”

“I don’t believe that will be necessary.” I reassured him.

“What?” He sounded flabbergasted.

“‘And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death.’” I quoted. “‘He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel,’.”

Loki began to sound desperate. “Please, darling, begin to make sense again. I know not what you’re speaking of.”

With that, the lights returned, revealing the red splatters of blood around the ballroom. The dungeon escapees I invited were gone, replaced with figures wearing masks–ghoulish pale faces covered in red blotches—that resembled victims of the Red Death from Poe’s short story. Each one carried a knife, as instructed… Well, as instructed by the enchantment they were under.

The only partygoers left alive were those who wore red. They screamed and sobbed at the carnage that was created around them.

“What the Hel is going on?!” Loki squeezed me tighter to his chest, shock coloring his tone.

“I suppose the name of the ball was a tad misleading.” I mused, “I do believe The Ball of the Red Death would be a much more appropriate title.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki released me from his grip. I turned to face him as his hands ghosted my upper arms. His eyes were blown with disbelief at my commentary. “Did you have something to do with this?”

I darkly chuckled. “No, my love. I had everything to do with this.”

His eyes grew wide. “Wh- What?”

I walked my fingers up his shoulder. “In a world where the privileged forget their place, someone has to act to remind them that even they can’t escape their demise. Consider this a wake up call.”

Loki seemed puzzled. “You’re still speaking in fragments.” His brow creased in concentration before he spoke again. “While we were alone, you mentioned that people escaped something that only festered. Is this what you meant? Death?!” I responded with a silent nod as he scanned the room. “And the victims… They weren’t wearing red. None of them were.”

“Using the term ‘victims’ to refer to these over-privileged assholes is a bit of a stretch, if I do say so myself.” I insisted, “But, yes. The dead attempted to avoid the red… Well, they weren’t ordered to wear red in the first place, but my metaphor still stands.”

“I- I-” Loki was at a loss for words.

“I can understand your confusion, but I assure you there’s a method to my perceived madness.” I slowly approached him and caressed his cheek. “Commoners face death and ailment every day, only for their problems to be ignored and even trivialized by the royally and monetarily privileged. I’m merely reminding them that they’re no farther above the rest of their people. Is that so foul?”

The god puzzled this over for a moment before another scream filled the room. It was then that Thor found us, with Jane at his side.

The two ran up to us, Jane’s voice wavering with panic. “We have to get out of here!”

“Brother, get Jane and Y/N to safety!” Thor commanded, sounding as loud as his father would as he summoned his hammer. “I’ll hold off the murderers until your return.” The blonde sped off before Loki could respond.

I gingerly rested a hand on Loki’s shoulder. “Jane seems shaken. Take her away, then come find me again.”

Loki considered this, his jaw clenching as he rapidly scanned the room, before swiftly leaving with Jane. I smiled as I watched him leave, sounds of thunder and violence crescendoing behind me as I drew a knife from under the skirts of my dress. There was one more thing I had to take care of.

.·:*¨༺♚༻¨*:·.

It didn’t take long for me to tie up that last loose end. After discarding the knife and cleaning all the blood off of my skin, I was strolling through the halls–the sounds of metal clanging and bodies thudding fading into background noise–when Loki nearly ran into me.

“Gods!” He exclaimed in surprise. “I was just looking for you.”

“Loki!” I smiled warmly. “It was about time you found me.”

A moment of charged silence hung between us before he spoke up again. “You did all of this by yourself?”

“Hardly.” I waved my hand dismissively at the idea. “I had the entire planning committee, as well as those confined to the dungeons, at my disposal… with a little convincing, of course.” I held up my hand and let small tendrils of magic play at my fingertips to emphasize my point.

“You amaze me.” He breathlessly chuckled. “Truly, you amaze me.”

“You don’t despise me for the chaos I’ve caused?” This time, I was surprised.

“Darling,” He cupped my face in his hands, and I felt sparks tingle to life under my skin. “You’re speaking to the god of mischief. I’m not averse to chaos in the slightest. Yes, your planning was a bit bold… and unorthodox, if I do say so myself… but I could never despise you.” I cupped one of his hands in mine as he continued. “Besides, I do believe I’ve figured out the theme behind your little games.”

A smirk tugged at my lips. “Oh, really? Do tell, then, what my true motives were.”

“You’ve had quite the obsession with Edgar Allen Poe’s The Masque of the Red Death . I have reason to believe our reading of that little story inspired you to act on your own beliefs.” He leaned in until our noses were nearly touching. “And after listening to you speak tonight, I have reason to believe that your motivation is rather agreeable.”

“Oh, Loki,” I let out a sigh as my eyes fluttered shut. “I’m glad we ended up on the same page. Truly, I worried-”

Loki cut off my sentence by slamming into me with a passionate kiss. I let out a soft moan as my hands trailed up his back to tangle themselves in his soft inky locks.

When we broke from the kiss, gasping for air, he reassured me between breaths. “You have no reason to worry. The royal court will have no knowledge of what transpired tonight. To them, this will be an uprising planned by the criminals who will be heading back to the dungeons after the battle dies down.” I silently nodded, my hand reaching up to trace his jawline.

He softly chuckled at my suddenly diverted attention. “You’ve been getting distracted so easily.”

“Your elegance is distracting.” I remarked, bringing my body closer to his.

“Then, forget the ball entirely.” He closed the gap between us with a quick kiss before continuing. “Let us retire to our chambers, hm?”

“I like the way you think~” At my words, Loki picked me up and carried me bridal-style all the way to our shared room, the sounds of violence fading away into complete silence as we swiftly moved through each palace hall.

I couldn’t help but giggle as our bedroom door slammed shut behind him, his stride unbreaking until he laid me down onto the bed. “You’ve done a great deal of work up until now, haven’t you?” He crawled on top of me, his hair falling around our faces, before pulling me into another kiss.

As his trail of kisses moved down along my neck, I shuddered. “I’m still surprised my strange methods for change haven’t turned you away.”

“Oh, darling,” Loki groaned. “I am no stranger to the madness you’re exploring. The darkness you entertain… Its allure is strong.” His kisses were unceasing, making their way back up to my lips before whispering. “I fear it not. In fact, I revere it.”

I reached a hand up to cup his cheek as my own burned warm in feel and in hue. “Loki…”

He pulled me into another kiss, his hips grinding into mine, the growing bulge in his trousers drawing a soft moan from my lips as it made friction with my core through the mountains of fabric between us. My hands were eager, and I felt the pull of magic threatening my fingertips as they desperately grasped at his back. He shuddered under my touch, clearly sensing my energy through the leathers that separated his skin from mine.

With no lack of grace, Loki hiked up the skirts of my dress, granting himself access to the lace panties I wore underneath. I hissed as he brought the fingers of his free hand against the damp fabric, the other creating a dip in the bed as he held himself up on it.

“Already so wet for me?” He hummed in approval. “Your desire for me is nothing short of glorious~”

“My prince,” I breathed as I resisted the urge to buck my hips against his hand. “Please, let me have you tonight.”

I heard the shifting of leathers before feeling Loki move my panties aside and tease the tip of his cock against my slick folds. “I will give you whatever you desire, darling.” Quickly growing impatient, he tore the intruding piece of fabric off of my legs, granting himself full access to my cunt.

I still felt the magic and excitement dancing in my fingertips when he grabbed one of my hands in his, interlocking our fingers. “I can feel this power of yours, my dear.” He brought my hand up to his mouth, unceasing in his teasing as his lips lightly brushed my fingers. “Normally, I’d warn you to exercise caution in allowing your emotions to control your magic… but, seeing as I’m immune to your enchantment, I’ll encourage you to remember the way it courses through your veins as I pleasure you tonight.”

I shivered under his touch, despite feeling extremely warm. “And you’re absolutely positive that you’re immune to my enchantment?”

Loki thoughtfully hummed. “Only your magical enchantment, it would seem. Your enchanting allure, on the other hand?” He leaned in and softly kissed me on the lips before continuing. “I fall weak to it every time.”

“Oh, Loki…” I moaned as I pulled him into another passionate kiss, feeling his magic beckon to mine.

It was playful. It teased at my fingertips, as if it was asking the sparks under my skin to come out and play. I’d never felt Loki’s seidr have energy this light-hearted before. Even when he was using it for tricks and games, it always had some sort of reserved and orderly feel to it. It only ever moved with a purpose. Nothing more, nothing less. But, not tonight. Tonight, it was almost as wild and eager as mine. Tonight, it was carefree.

Can you blame me? Loki’s voice mischievously chuckled in my mind. I have the most radiant woman in all the nine realms all to myself, at last.

You’ve always had me, my love. I sighed against his mouth, my free hand trailing up his back. I’m yours, for as long as you wish to have me.

Then, I’ll have you until the very end of days. Loki’s lust came through in his message, and I reached for his cock, eager to satisfy his hunger for me. Normally, he would softly reproach me for being so impatient, but tonight, he just shuddered when my fingers made contact with his length. Take me now, darling.

With pleasure~ I lined him up with my entrance and slowly let him slide in.

He let his kisses trail along my jaw as he bottomed out, whispering, “Gods, you feel divine…”

Loki’s breath against the shell of my ear sent a shiver down my spine, and my inner walls instinctively clenched around his cock, earning a soft, breathy moan from him in response. Without wasting another second, he began slowly thrusting in and out of me, setting a steady pace.

“Loki…” I groaned, my hand returning to his back to desperately claw at the leather that still covered it. “I want to feel all of you. Please…”

He softly chuckled at my eagerness, allowing his seidr to dissolve our clothes into thin air. A small draft washed over my now bare body, giving my skin a short-lived break from the warmth Loki’s body sent into mine. The delicious warmth…

“How ironic that I should provide you with such warmth.” He purred. “On account of my heritage being so frigid.”

“Yet, that’s the only cold thing about you.” I hissed as he brushed my sweet spot. “You’ve always been so warm and loving to me.”

“You’re the only one who’s proved worthy of that thus far.” He growled.

I felt my impatience heightening at his slow pace, the energy thrumming in my fingers growing equally restless. “Loki…”

“Yes, darling?” He mumbled.

“Harder,” I breathed. “Please… Harder.”

Loki’s low, mischievous chuckle sounded in my ear. “As you wish, my enchantress~”

He sped up his movements, slamming his hips into mine at a bruising pace. He relentlessly targeted my sweet spot, and I could almost hear my own moans rattling off the castle walls as he blended pleasure and pain into a beautiful experience just for me.

“Oh, Loki…” I felt my eyes roll back as my nails dug into his back.

Yes, darling... Loki’s voice broke through my mess of incoherent thoughts. Mark me just like that. Lay your claim on me and me alone.

“Loki…” His name spilled from my lips like a prayer. It was the only word I could speak coherently anymore. “Oh, Loki…”

“That’s it,” He praised me. “Let anyone who might overhear us know who you belong to. Yes, just like that.”

It felt so good. God, he knew just how to please me. Everything about the moment was so intimate. I never shied away from baring myself to Loki, and he happily did the same for me. Our thoughts were aligned, our magic played, and his body was fully available to me, pleasuring me in all the ways he knew I loved.

I felt my peak quickly approaching. “Loki… ’M cumming…”

“Do it, my enchantress,” He grunted. “Cum for me. Let me feel you clench around my cock. Show me how I truly make you feel.”

Loki’s words sent me over the edge, and he helped me ride out my nearly blinding climax. As I came down from my high, I noticed his thrusts becoming sloppier. Needier.

“D- Darling…” He hissed, his jaw clenching as he quickly approached his peak.

“Cum inside me, my love.” I mewled, still sensitive from my release. “Fill me- Ah!”

Before I could finish my pleas, I felt Loki’s cock twitch, spilling its seed inside me as his cries of pleasure filled my ears. I rocked my hips against his, attempting to help him ride out his high.

Oh, my enchantress~ Loki’s voice moaned in my mind, his real voice still occupied as he lost himself in ecstasy.

Once he finished, we were both panting. Energy still thrummed in my fingertips, but I noticed Loki’s slowly slipping away from mine. I willed mine to calm down, as well, feeling the sparks under my skin slowly fade away.

He then slowly pulled out, and a whine escaped the back of my throat at my sudden empty feeling. He didn’t, however, move from on top of me. I took the opportunity to pull him into a quick kiss.

Loki sighed against my mouth before pulling away. “Your temptation is going to be the death of me.”

“I beg to differ.” I breathlessly responded. “Your touch brings me to life, my love.”

Loki sharply rolled over, moving me to rest on top of his chest. I yelped in surprise before succumbing to a fit of giggles and pecking him on the lips. He held me in his arms, and I even began drifting off to sleep before a sharp knock sounded at the door.

“Brother!” Thor’s voice boomed as the doors rattled. “The prisoners have been defeated. We require your assistance in the filing of documents on the uprising.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “Brother, it’s late. For the love of Valhalla, allow me some rest after this eventful night before I toil away alongside you and Odin in an excruciatingly lengthy meeting.”

A heavy silence hung in the air before Thor’s voice responded in an unusually low tone. “…Very well, Loki.”

After the sound of retreating footsteps, Loki rubbed my back, softly groaning, “Do feel free to enchant my brother the next time he insists on poking at my nerves.”

“As you wish, my prince.” I softly giggled before pulling him into another sweet kiss.

As gleeful as I might have seemed, the conversation left me with a small pang of guilt. I rested my face in the crook of Loki’s neck and breathed him in, willing the lull of sleep to pull me under.

I would have to break the horrific news to him in the morning.

[unhappy-day-in-hell]

The Dissection of Hazbin Hotel, Episode One: part 4

Onto the end part, Charlie meeting with the angels and... Vaggie's advertisement.

Let's finish this!

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

Part 4: //

--Uh. The fuck is this building and why is it in Hell? Are we not going to explain? (Trick question, there’s already so much exposition that it wraps right back around to leaving us in the dark!!)

--Ohhh. That's Adam’s voice? Someone as important as him does not sound like that.

...Stupid thought I just had: Adam has the first Adam's Apple in all of history too... because it's that little saying, that Adam got a piece of the forbidden fruit stuck in his throat to remind him of eating it. So Adam, really, should either sound like he's constantly choking on something/has a stuffed up scratchy throat, or he should have a super deep voice to indicate his adam's apple.

--Heck is wrong with your mouth girl?

--B Plot is them filming an advertisement. I know I tried to re-write this in the review earlier (and will offer an alternative near the end of the review), but this is the kind of smaller-time plot we need to do in these early episodes BEFORE we get to Charlie's stuff. It's not very good tonal whiplash to pair these two plots up.

Also Vaggie’s doing this on Charlie’s behalf. This is, once again, something Charlie should be doing.

--Why doesn’t Charlie know the leader of the Exterminators is Adam? Does that mean she doesn’t know anything important about her world in general? Or is Adam’s presence a secret to the world? Does Lucifer know Adam is here?

--Good god, Adam really IS just Mammon. He's even a performer who is like a rockstar. Viv has zero new ideas.

--We're cutting between Charlie’s "important" meeting with Adam and the filming for the advertisement. We really are. I guess this episode and Western Energy spring from the same source.

--“How were you this weekend” is at least a little amusing. If Adam was more airheaded like that and not *gestures* all this, I’d probably hate his presence less.

--There it is. The Vagina joke for Vaggie’s name. They… they really did that. They just couldn’t help themselves. Viv just can’t help herself.

Because really, what are you supposed to do with this name? People having to say “Vaggie” out loud or print it on merch is embarrassing. They could have called her anything. Maggie. Aggie. Naggie. Saggy. Haggy.

--Vaggie: We’ll fix it in post. Angel: Do you even know what that means?

Well you see Angel! Vaggie’s origin can be split!

For a long time, Vaggie was thought to be a sinner who died very recently, so of course she’d know about editing, because she had grown up in the era of that kind of tech.

Except now she’s been changed to be a fallen exterminator! This means there are a lot of implications. Are we going to use this moment to hint how ANCIENT Vaggie is as a former angel, by showing her as not knowing how to work technology? No, no of course not -- Vaggie seems competent with the camera, it’s just that her actors are dumb fucks.

This criticism spreads over to Adam, who talks just like a “normal guy” and he’s a modern rocker and all that shit. Adam, the first human, who is incomprehensibly ancient… doesn’t show any signs of being as ancient as he is. They couldn't even write him using outdated slang? Make him a disco lover or something and have him say "Groovy?" No? (He IS a thing made of light, he could shine like a disco ball!)

--Vaggie: I’LL FIGURE IT OUT.

Godddd Vaggie can’t have one single line with any life in it. How does she scream in anger with no anger.

--Hi Al. This shot reminds me of why I used to like you, because I DID like your design and your mannerisms once upon a time. I still feel an echo of the enjoyment I used to get from you, and it makes me sad how far you’ve fallen, to being Rosie’s lapdog. You do look good with this muted blue tinting your color scheme. I wish Hell was more of this color, it’s much softer on the eyes.

(Even when I was still a fan, I hated how overused red was. It was one of the first complaints I had. Then the show doubled down and removed even more of the colors from the color pallet to make it even redder.)

--Vaggie to Alastor: Why are you even here? Alastor: For the entertainment!

Actually you’re here because LilithRosie asked you to. She filed down your fangs. You are a toothless character.

--Alastor: I came here because I love seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something meaningful and fail spectacularly!

This is almost exactly a line from the Pilot where Alastor said “I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment! Only to repeatedly trip, and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure." Except it just. Lacks. Any of the danger. Or the manic insanity boiling just under Alastor’s surface. The delivery is so deflated.

The words are stilted, like they were with Vaggie a while back.

--Much better qualified people than I have spoken about the use of vodou symbols around Alastor. All I can say is this: Practitioners of vodou have spoken about how harmful it is, and therefore, the symbols should not be in the show. It's that simple. It would have cost the team literally nothing to refrain from using them. In fact, we’re in Hell, and we’ve already used the Ars Goetia in Helluva Boss; why don’t they use the symbols of the Ars Goetia? Or other demonic Christian symbols? Or Lovecraftian symbols from the fictional Lovecraft universe? Or make up their own??? There were a million other options besides digging in your heels. It shows the crew and Viv’s inability to just learn or just be nice.

“This face was made for radio!” that shot, bleck, they made a discount of that scary shot from the pilot. Why is every line they reuse for Alastor worse than it was in the pilot? The pilot where Alastor said “I would have done so already” let Alastor be a little aggressive and threatening, but here, it's just him equating it to “this face can’t be captured on video” instead of him being allowed to flex his power and scare Vaggie and Charlie a little bit….

It makes me sad.

--AND AGAIN, THIS IS VAGGIE HAVING THIS IMPORTANT CONVERSATION WITH ALASTOR. Why is it Vaggie who is getting Alastor’s motivation speech and seeing his Scary Face and not CHARLIE!? The Hotel is CHARLIE’S! Charlie is the main character, she’s the one who has to face these moral battles! Alastor’s motivation and his scorn for her Hotel are CHARLIE’S obstacles to deal with; she has to be the one to face them, consider them, debate them, and find a way to overcome them. But Vaggie is the one here, again, in Charlie’s place. (And Vaggie doesn’t even seem to have any enjoyment or passion for the Hotel either, so SHE doesn’t offer anything in return when she’s facing these opposing ideas.)

--So Alastor is going to make a good advertisement for the Hazbin Hotel, in exchange for never having to work with television ever again.

God, it’s so… WHINY. This isn’t a powerful Overlord of Hell, who is able to manipulate the Hotel behind the scenes and everyone has to watch out for his power because they both need his power but also fear it. This is a dude bargaining over what chores he has to do. It’s depressing.

--And it ends with Alastor giving everyone new outfits. Like the pilot. Because of course. Viv has no new ideas in her head at all. Also Charlie's not here.

--I feel like this scene COULD have been a standout moment in another universe, where someone else wrote this story. The colors are very nice, and Alastor is genuinely one of the only sources of ANYTHING you might consider fun in this episode, even if he’s a pale shadow of what he used to be.

Imagine this as a rewrite for this Episode, and how it could have ended:

At the beginning of the episode, the Hotel staff is still figuring things out. They have a meeting and decide they want to make an advertisement to get people to come to the Hotel, but Al refused to take part, because he hates TV. Charlie then tries to film her own advertisement with Vaggie’s help, but fails to make anything good.

As she starts feeling discouraged in the blue room while cutting up tapes, Alastor walks in to taunt her for a little while. After a back and forth where Charlie asks what he even wants here, he gives his motivation speech, so Charlie can have her goal challenged. But eventually, Charlie asks him to use his power to help her with this, by getting the word out to the people of Hell; and Al agrees, because an empty Hotel is no fun… in exchange for something Al wants: he’ll be allowed to observe any part of the Hotel and give commentary over it whenever he feels like it, and he’s allowed to say anything he wants, positive or negative. Charlie reluctantly agrees to these terms.

Then Alastor uses his power and creates a huge radio tower out of the back of the Hotel. The rest of the Crew feel the Hotel shaking and run outside, and watch in confusion as the tower reaches up into the sky. Al then floats up to the top room, where an old radio station is set up inside. Taking his seat in the booth, Alastor uses his power to broadcasts a spectacular old-timey radio show all across the radio waves of Hell, which are impossible for people to turn off, so it reaches millions of them.

(This also marks his grand return to Hell after his time away…… I guess. Since they're going with that.)

Boom, now Alastor has a radio tower that he hangs out in for the rest of the series, and he’s often giving SCATHING commentary about what goes on inside the Hotel in its quest for redemption. It’s usually making fun of everyone, or damning criticism -- but every so often he compliments something or someone, or gives a bravo for a job well done if a character does manage to accomplish something (but it's always with this HINT that he doesn’t expect their victory to last.)

There.

I provided a better hook for Episode One to end on, something fun to look at -- AND it has Alastor being in total control, while still helping the Hotel, but clearly primed to fuck with it. It also gives the show its first stakes -- small ones, but a status quo is established and we know Charlie will be butting heads with Alastor for the foreseeable future.

--Back with Adam and Charlie, it has become an argument that sinners have earned eternal damnation by making mistakes, and angels and the souls in heaven are not the same; and that angels have never made mistakes. Adam even says he’s never made a mistake.

Why doesn’t Charlie bring up the fact that Adam ate the fruit of knowledge that damned humanity, literally the first sin ever committed alongside Eve? Would that require too much thought, because Adam could just say “hey Eve was the one who did that, then she forced me!” and Charlie would have no rebuttal, because this show doesn’t seem to care about logical or moral battles. (Honestly, I can bet Viv would genuinely believe that for Adam.)

Why don’t they also bring up the fact that all human souls are descended from Adam too? It would force Adam to say: “yeah I don’t care, they may be my grandkids but they made their choice and as the original father it’s my job to whoop their asses when they get out of line,” which would show off how horrible he is. (Or, just not have Adam act this way. The next point elaborates on that:)

--I keep asking myself WHY Heaven and the angels have to be depicted this way. Not "why they’re corrupt" -- but why they’re *gestures vaguely* like this, and so cartoonishly.

Some shows take themselves too seriously and need to lighten up, but a show like Hazbin Hotel has the opposite problem, where it won’t be serious when it needs to be serious.

Adam acts exactly like a demon. There is no distinction between demons and angels. They’re as foul-mouthed, raunchy, and gross. Why?

Is it supposed to be “commentary” or “satire” about real world issues, where authority/radical Christians think they’re better than everyone else just by virtue of being Christian? That’s my first guess.

But just like with Helluva Boss’s commentary on cartoonishly evil abusers: it’s not saying anything we don’t already know, and it hits you with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer to the face.

When Hazbin uses Adam to say “See? Heaven is hypocritical! It does the exact same bad shit as Hell, but gives ITSELF a pass!” it makes Hazbin Hotel worse for it, because of how one-note it makes literally everything in the universe, and how it sacrifices any actual clever worldbuilding, storycrafting, or realism for the sake of shock value. 

Hazbin Hotel is supposed to have a serious storyline meant for adults. It was meant to explore a serious moral question, and the angels are supposed to be one of the serious threats that Charlie has to change the mind of. You want us to take your show SERIOUSLY? Then you need to make villains we can TAKE seriously.

Think of it like this. If Heaven was allowed to have a different personality from Hell (if angels were allowed to act differently than demons), you’d be so much better for it.

First of all, it would give the show variety. Hell already has all the sex jokes, curses, and gore you could ever ask for – that’s Hell’s atmosphere. So let Heaven have a different atmosphere -- let its people has "serious" personality traits. Let them take themselves TOO seriously. That way, there’s some variety when characters go from one place to the next.

Second of all, it would give you way more personality types to play around with! (How boring must it get, writing the same screaming, cursing, sex-spewing archetypes over and over?) AND it would let different temperaments clash! Imagine Angel Dust meeting an Exterminator; Angel Dust makes everything a joke, and the Exterminator takes everything way too seriously, aaaaaand their personalities slam into each other. Imagine the possibilities.

But we can’t have that.

We can’t have anything because Viv can’t let herself be sincere or think this far ahead.

Instead we’re just stuck with Adam, who is Mammon.

--Lute says Charlie was “pardoned by daddy”? Who?? Lucifer? If Lucifer has the ability to blacklist souls from being killed, why can’t he just tell the exterminators to fuck off? Or are they referring to “God” as daddy, for which, I thought they weren’t going to touch God in this show?

The dialogue for this show is confusing. There was clearly no editing or rewriting to make anything make sense.

In the old pilot continuity, only an angel of higher rank had the ability to kill Lucifer, which means the exterminators were unable to kill him. Charlie, as his daughter, was directly below him in power, meaning Charlie would also be immune to them because she's stronger than them. But here apparently she's weak enough that the exterminators not only COULD kill her if given the chance, they WANT to kill her but have to hold back by some... law.

--Another song. Okay.

My opinion is that Brightman is a good singer, and this song definitely has more going on than the first one did. So… not terrible… but there’s also something missing in these lyrics. The way the music flows isn’t interesting and it goes by so fast. And Adam’s voice isn’t grating or terrible to listen to, but his dumb rockstar voice just kind of clashes into Brightman’s singing voice every so often, and makes it sound weird to me.

I could do without.

--OOH LAWD SHE ABOUT TO GO OFF. (That meme will never stop being funny. The shot is so tame. She doesn't even get to do any flexing or anything?)

--They’ll be back in six months?? Oh right, ahem, ahem: We’re putting this into EPISODE ONE? (I’m getting tired of saying that.)

Side note: they better not blame Charlie for this one, or try to make it out like she did something to cause this. Because... She literally didn’t. She didn’t get a word in edge-wise. (If they blame Charlie for making Hell worse, not only is it another Potential Dramatic Plot Moment they waste here, where Charlie would legitimately do a fuckup and have to face the consequences of her actions and it’s Oooh Drama -- it’s also totally unearned here, because Charlie Didn’t Do Anything. Literally if this is supposed to be “Charlie’s Mistake”, she didn’t do anything to MAKE A MISTAKE. )

--Alastor: I pulled a few LIMBS too, Hah hah hah!

Now you sound dead Alastor. I miss your fast-paced deranged laughter.

--To hear Blitzo’s voice coming out of Katie. Not even for a joke. I just. Vomit.

--(Quick question, is it just me or does it feel WEIRD to see Hell freaking out about the exterminations happening sooner, the way it is now? I mean, it’s a bad thing of course – but at the same time, it’s 6 WHOLE months away. That’s still a very long time; it’s not like the angels said they’d be coming in 1 WEEK or anything.

And again, moving the Extermination up to the mid-point of the year COULD have been a good plot punch a few episodes in – if the show had established itself as having a one year time limit before the next extermination, for instance, and for the first season we watch the weeks or months go by. The cast think they’re safe because they always have more time; “the year isn’t even half over yet.” But THEN, Charlie fucks up a few months in, and suddenly the date of the extermination is moved up!! WE ONLY HAVE A MONTH LEFT!! SHOCK AND HORROR. THERE IS MUCH LESS TIME NOW. HOW CAN WE DO THIS IN TIME!? PANIC! STAKES! DRAMA.

Makes my poor writer heart sad.

Imagine if we lingered on the Exterminations for a while before all this, and we learn that every single year, it takes about 3 months worth of planning in order for Sinners to secure hiding spots away from the Angels (a play on the three big holidays, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas). This is CRITICAL for Sinner survival; those who can't or don't are the ones who die, and spots are so competitive that it takes all that time for anyone to secure themselves. So when Charlie fucks up midway through the year and causes the Extermination to be moved up to just 1 month away, NO ONE IS SAFE, and there isn't enough time for three months of prep, which is why everyone flips their ever-loving shit: they know they're going to die and now there's a hysterical scramble all throughout Hell trying to secure safe spots.

--The ending shot shows an exterminator dead, and the angels out for blood about it.

Again, ahem-hem: EPISODE ONE.

And now, the Exterminators don’t even feel threatening -- because we know they can be killed.

What made the angels scary, originally, is that they were virtually untouchable. Demons could not defeat them, and angels could kill any demon they wanted to by default. (Even Alastor seemed to be weaker than the angels.)

The angels should have been a looming, impossible-to-defeat threat (at least for a while). This would have given the story tension, because the audience would know the sinners stood no chance if they ran out of time or failed to convince the Angels – it was a battle of MORALITY. It was a challenge for sinners to prove to Heaven they were redeemable, because Heaven held all the power.

They de-clawed their villains in their introductory episode.

…

Do Adam and the Exterminators even HAVE the authority to enact a full genocide??? Wasn’t there a “council of Angel Elders” mentioned in the beginning? Aren’t the exterminators just assigned to this post, and meant to keep the population low??? Won’t they get in trouble for overstepping their bounds!? ARE WE GOING TO GET ANY EXPLANATION AS TO HOW THE HIERARCHY WORKS OR HOW HEAVEN WORKS FIRST!? BEFORE WE GET INTO THIS!?!?

AAAAAAAAAAAAND ~CURTAINS!~

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And that was the end of Hazbin Hotel Episode One.

…

So! What have we learned here today?

My personal takeaway is that, even though it’s cathartic to see this all start to go down in flames, I still feel disappointed and frustrated because of how much time I invested in it, even defended it to other people for a time. I'm frustrated because none of it had to be this bad. Viv didn't have to be evil. There was promise and potential, once upon a time.

Quite frankly, we were lied to. The premise that everyone fell in love with was dumped in the trash. For over four years, we were told this would be a story about redeeming sinners -- that’s what fans put so much of their time and money into. But that premise was discarded immediately, in favor of a generic War Against Heaven. Viv LIED to us, knowing from the start that the redemption storyline was never going to go anywhere.  

I just wonder how many resources were wasted creating this, how many people Viv hurt, how many opportunities were handed to Viv that could have gone to anyone else more deserving of it.

There wasn’t a single worthwhile thing in this episode. A handful of individual shots here and there were passable, but nothing enough to sit through it. Abysmal animation, pacing, storytelling, dialogue, voices, songs; characters that were flat and unmemorable, or stripped of what made them unique.

Charlie wasn’t the main character in her own show -- Vaggie was the one dealing with the morality of the other characters. (And frankly, Charlie didn’t NEED to meet with Adam. It accomplished nothing. If the angels had already decided to do the extermination in 6 months; they could have just done it, they didn’t necessarily NEED to meet with Charlie to enact it.)

Somehow, Hazbin found a way to do everything wrong!

This show should be taken as a lesson on what not to as an artist. (Any kind of artist, really.) 

In my opinion, the greatest weakness of this show is its inability to write anything sincere.

(And there’s a difference between something having sincere emotion, and melodrama, which Viv dumps in boatloads in her writing.)

I won’t re-write it all, but I basically mean what happened with Adam and the angels, where they aren’t allowed to be any different from the demons. They aren’t allowed to be serious, wise, ancient; because Viv CAN’T write them as sincere. (But this also includes so many other aspects of this show and this world as a whole.)  

(And its genre doesn’t shield it. Hazbin Hotel is trying to tell a STORY, so it doesn’t get to hide behind the genre of being an “episodic adult comedy”. It HAS to follow the rules of storytelling, and when it doesn’t, it is failing.)

And Hazbin Hotel is just one giant failure.

With that, I’ll wrap this up. I think I’ve said all I want to.

I don’t know if I’ll review any other episodes like this (or, if they’ll be this long), because they get worse and worse; and Episode 4 is such a serious, disgusting episode that I don't know if it's even worth it -- but I REALLY wanted to get my thoughts down for this one.

If you read it all, thanks for sticking around! It was fun to rip it apart.

If you have any thoughts you want to add onto this, I’d love to hear!

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# ❛LINES IN RED EVENT

Welcome to the lines in red. my February event is where I share my fav lines from some fics I have written and others I have read. I plan to do more events like this every one or two months, but we will see how this goes. feel free to do one yourself and tag me in them, as I would love to read some of your recs and be introduced to some amazing new writers. also, I must preface that some of these fics are 18+, including smut and possibly triggering content, so please proceed with caution (also, these are only a handful of the amazing fics that are posted by these amazing writers, so I recommend that you check out some of their other works as they are well worth a read).

fics :: mine

🎟 - "He wanted Y/N L/N, but unfortunately, not all dreams came true." ➛ guitar string heart by me

🎟 - "Hello, Kylian and friends, have you seen my fucking food." ➛ sweet ice skater by me

🎟 - "Oh, and yeah, and by the way, my man's name is Kylian Mbappé." ➛ let me make it clear by me

🎟 - "she was obsessed with being the belle of the ball, having her "perfect" love story - an ideal devotion." ➛ toxic attraction by me

🎟 - "Y/N come home the kids miss you" ➛ wag in traning by me

🎟 - "nice flowers who choice them..." ➛ red + blue by me

🎟 - "cuz your his at the end of the day." ➛ dating achraf haikimi by me

🎟 - "you deserve to be spoilt like royalty" ➛ dating kylian mbappe by me

🎟 - "but god, did his beauty look insignificant standing next to you" ➛ dating joao felix by me

🎟 - "everyone wants to be you or be with you" ➛ dating jude belligham by me

🎟 - "he looked at her like she hung the moon and the stars, and perhaps in other life, she had." ➛ dog days by me (coming very soon)

fics :: football

🎟 - "star girl makes her entrance." ➛ star girl by @like3dbypierregasly

🎟 - "100%, hey if they get married we will be related." ➛ like their older brothers by @mbappebby

🎟 - "The only number 7 I wanna see lifting that trophy is my number 7— Our seven." new romantics by @peaky-shelby

🎟 - "giving you a long lasting strawberry scent all day— the only problem? Neymar was severely allergic to them." ➛ love to hate me by @luvneymar

🎟 - " you and kylian have a complex history, complex relationship." ➛ valentines day disaster by @prettypleiades 

🎟 - "everything you wished I gave you?" ➛ it was never us by @photmath

🎟 - "She may have been called silver but he had got the gold. And he was never going to let her go again." ➛ jealous love by @silvervioletvalentine

🎟 - "we get another cat." ➛ ball gowns and galas by @neymarsangel

🎟 - "you came in a time in my life when I needed something extra and I don’t need it anymore." ➛ the other woman by @70strekkie

🎟 - "Still here? Might as well cuddle with me, chère." ➛ the butterfly effect by @kiryoutann

🎟 - "hop in then, princess." ➛ psg sweethearts by @photmath

🎟 - "why couldn’t people love me? Why not me? Why can’t I be loved?" ➛ why not me by @applejuicefruit

🎟 - "you felt like your heart had been ripped out your chest and smeared across the walls of the shared home you once had with mason." ➛ betrayed by @tomsparkyr

🎟 - "when we were seventeen he birded me up and the rest is history as they say!" ➛ behind the dream by @stopsavinchat66

🎟 - "it meant so much to you then, but now it meant nothing to you." ➛ space by @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

🎟 - "maybe your joão was never really yours but always kind of hers." ➛ her by @yungbludz

🎟 - "they both knew it wouldn't be the last time." ➛ I'll always be there for you by @richarl1son

🎟 - "i’d be ronaldo by the way, he’s the better looking one of the two." ➛ tell me lies by @okayymochi

🎟 - "chérie? How much hair do you think I have?" ➛ a little bit of care by @karotland

🎟 - "always passing, never meeting." ➛ the sun and the moon by @notbluees

🎟 - "It would be an absolute bestseller" ➛ when in paris by @keanureevesisbae

fics :: formula one

🎟 - "oh, good heavens!" ➛ the origin of russy bussy by @sebscore

🎟 - "it can still be me." ➛ love you goodbye by @micks-afterglow

🎟 - "actually, it’s black coffee with four sugars." ➛ people watching by @silverstonesainz

🎟 - "is little lando in his emo phase?" ➛ lonely hearts club by @astonmartinii

🎟 - "I don’t need his approval." ➛ disapproval by @holllandtrash

🎟 - "at this point, you were ready to throw a match at McLaren headquarters and call it a day." ➛ angry by @whorekneecentral

🎟 - "I live fot it." ➛ unless you like that by @monzamash

🎟 - "I’ve always been creative and good with words, hence the love letters"➛ love languages by @astonmartinii

🎟 - "people, don't take the words of twinks seriously" ➛ twitch war by @sebscore

🎟 - "there in the corner of the room where you placed the engagement ring back in his hand and left his life behind quietly." ➛ overly sincere by @leclsrc

🎟 - "what's a charles?" ➛ european romance by @leclvrc

🎟 - "liked by pierregasly" ➛ trophy husband by @leclercs-posts

🎟 - "now would be a bad time to start negotiating..." ➛ homecoming by @danielfuckingricciardo

🎟 - "she got scouted by a moulding agency when her mugshots were leaked" ➛ bad bitch by @schuvries

🎟 - "why did you get to be the golden child? did he not deserve the same treatment?" ➛ the red string of me and you by @libraryofloveletters

🎟 - "I’ve got a lot to make up for then, haven’t I baby." ➛ first time for everything by @paradisehamilton

🎟 - "he goes, and wonders for the rest of his life what would’ve happened if he stayed." ➛ you gotta move, or move on by @absolutelynotmate-archive

🎟 - "she was used to suitors being somewhat reserved and intimidated by her title or being blinded by it." ➛ royal by @pucksandpower

🎟 - "here is a simple device to cut your own hair!" ➛ all I want for christmas by @micksslut

🎟 - "I'm completely in love with you." ➛ let it snow by @writingshushf1

🎟 - "Max had one question left." ➛ romeo asked juliet three questions by @xhopelesslyromanticx

[my-head-is-an-animal]

The Sitter

Mycroft Holmes x Bethany Wheeler (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 17 - The East Wind Blows

Mycroft had an early night. Bethany was babysitting Rosie, but he couldn’t resist calling her, just to hear her voice.

‘Mycroft, how can I help you?’ She didn’t sound particularly pleased.

‘I just wondered if you were still available for dinner?’ Mycroft asked, already setting up his projector, he wished she was there, but he couldn’t force her. ‘Tomorrow is Sunday and I thought it might be nice for us to catch up.’

Bethany sighed. ‘Why have you really called?’

Mycroft frowned, she was far too good at knowing when he was keeping secrets. He was about to answer but she cut across him.

‘Don’t tell me it was to ask me to dinner, I know when you’re covering something up. Tell me the real reason and I’ll say yes to dinner tomorrow.’ It seemed a fair trade.

‘I wanted to talk to you… to listen to you talk.’ Mycroft didn’t know how else to say it. Bethany was quiet for a moment, he could hear the sounds of Rosie close by. ‘Are you feeling any better?’

She sniffed a little, was she crying? ‘Yes, Mycroft.’ She said, her voice cracking a little. ‘I’m fine. Everything’s been a little difficult, but I’m fine. Most important thing is Rosie and she’s a little ball of heaven.’ Bethany chuckled, making him smile. ‘My parents have asked me to go to Kenya for Christmas. Mum’s going back there soon to help out at the hospitals and dad’s been working on a new type of well that should pump clean water up from the earth. They said there’s a great lab in Nairobi that I would like, they’re dealing with a new type of aerosol spray that can withstand heat, not just fire, but actively work against rising temperatures. I think I might go.’

Mycroft smiled, it sounded just up her street. ‘I think you should. No reason not to.’

‘No, exactly, I should, and I didn’t get to spend last Christmas with them, so, yeah.’

‘What about Rosie?’ He felt that was the right question, but his judgment was wavering.

‘John says he’s thinking about inviting Harry down, says she staying off the booze for a while and he thinks it would be good for her to finally meet her niece.’ Bethany’s voice was no longer quaking, but he was curious as to why it was in the first place.

‘Are you crying?’ He asked, hoping the answer was no.

She started laughing a little. ‘Yes.’ She said and it broke him a little.

‘Why?’ Mycroft was about to run down the stairs and grab his coat.

‘Because you finally answered a question.’

‘I don’t understand.’

‘All these times I’ve asked you a question, things I knew you wouldn’t answer, things that meant admitting to something personal, you never gave me an answer. All the texts left unanswered.’ She was moving away from Rosie, standing up. ‘And now, for some reason, I ask why you call and you tell me it’s because you just want to hear my voice.’

Mycroft still didn’t understand why that would lead to her crying, but if that was the answer then he believed it.

‘Mycroft?’

‘Are you enjoying your placement?’ He didn’t know how to respond, so another question seemed appropriate.

Bethany just laughed. ‘Yes, I am.’ She said, smiling widely. ‘Are you enjoying your film?’

‘It hasn’t started yet.’ He said, assuming she could hear the projector getting up and running. ‘It’s one of my favourites.’ He swallowed nervously. ‘We could watch another one tomorrow? After dinner, we could…’

‘I’d love to.’ Bethany knew the end of the sentence and agreed. ‘Dinner sounds lovely. I’m off all day tomorrow, going to see Sherlock in the morning, I have an eight a.m. meeting with Dr Mathieson, but it shouldn’t take long, I’ll be heading over straight afterwards. It’s my turn to check on him, make sure he’s not up to anything he shouldn’t be.’

‘That’s very good of you.’

‘We’re all taking it in turns.’ Bethany returned closer to where Rosie was, Mycroft could hear the little giggle she was letting out. ‘He seems fine, getting back to normal at least, but you never really know with Sherlock.’

‘Indeed.’

There was a strange pause and Mycroft was unsure what to do.

‘Lady Smallwood gave me her private number.’ He said, unsure of what else to say.

‘Okay?’ Bethany chuckled.

‘When I asked her why she said that maybe I’d like to get a drink with her.’

‘Well, she’s certainly direct.’

‘I don’t understand.’

‘Well, if I asked if you’d want to get a drink with me, what would you say?’

‘Yes.’ Mycroft answered instantly, making her smile.

‘And what would you expect to happen?’

He frowned. ‘For us to get a drink.’ He said, uncertain of what she was asking.

‘Right… so, you know when we first went to dinner that time, and you asked if I’d like to see your projector…’

‘Yes?’

‘You really did just mean for me to admire your projector, didn’t you?’ Why was this coming as a shock to her?

‘Yes, of course. You seemed interested in it.’

‘And I absolutely was, I still am, I think it’s beautiful.’ She assured him. ‘But we kissed that night.’ Just the mention of it had Mycroft getting warm and glancing over at his two-seater. ‘Are you telling me that wasn’t planned?’

‘Of course, I didn’t plan it.’ Mycroft could feel his frustration rising.

Bethany chuckled. ‘Lady Smallwood gave you her private number so you could get a drink with her and then, more than likely, go back to either yours or hers and have sex. That’s what getting a drink means, Mycroft.’

Mycroft sighed. He suspected as much, but Lady Smallwood’s display was confusing at the best of times.

‘So, are you going to call her?’

‘No, why would I?’ Mycroft said, horrified.

‘Well, I don’t know, probably because you’re not having sex with anyone else.’ Bethany was still chuckling. Mycroft was beginning to grow uncomfortable, the more times she mentioned it, the more he thought about having sex with her and he felt a little undignified talking over the phone about it. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so crude about it.’

‘It’s fine.’ Mycroft cleared his throat. ‘So, dinner tomorrow.’

‘Yes,’ she was still smiling. ‘Dinner, same time?’

‘I could pick you up from Sherlock’s flat, as I remember I owe you another film.’

‘You’re actually inviting me over again? Mycroft Holmes, what an enigma you are.’ She chuckled.

‘Look who’s talking.’

That made her laugh a little harder. ‘Okay, I’d best get going, Rosie will be getting hungry and she’ll start making a fuss soon. Enjoy your evening and I will see you tomorrow.’

‘See you tomorrow.’

Mycroft hung up and felt his evening take a turn for the better. He settled with one of his favourite films, noting that since Bethany had asked him, he began making a mental note of the films he enjoyed most. He couldn’t help but mouth along to the dialogue having watched it that many times. He loosened his red tie, poured a glass of scotch and lit up a cigarette. He thought a lot about Bethany sitting with him, mouthing the other lines, he wondered if there were any films she liked enough to do that with.

Just as one of the scenes was coming to an end, the film began to flicker. It shouldn’t have done that, but the flickering continued and he saw himself as a child on the beach with his parents and Sherlock. Somehow the footage hypnotised him so much that he smiled, remembering the day well and how happily Sherlock played, dressed up as a pirate and having the time of his life.

Soon a new image appeared “I’m back”. It could only mean one thing and it terrified Mycroft to no end. She’d escaped. But it was impossible. He tired the door handle, his heart in his mouth as he heard a girl whispering his name. Footsteps above his head running around. The door behind him creaked open and he slowly stepped out.

The door slammed shut behind him, making him jump. The lights began flickering and Mycroft spotted his umbrella, he picked it up and unsheathed the sword that he kept inside to protect himself. He didn’t believe in anything supernatural, but he did believe in bad people.

There seemed to be a little girl running around his house and he wasn’t in the slightest bit impressed with any of it.

‘Why don’t you come out and show yourself?’ He called out. ‘I don’t have time for this.’

‘We have time brother, dear.’ The voice whispered back. ‘All the time in the world.’

He suddenly saw someone running up the stairs and chased after them to a corridor that led towards the main entrance of the house.

‘Mycroft.’ The voice sang.

‘Who are you?’ He demanded, keeping his sword raised.

‘You know who.’

‘Impossible.’

‘Nothing’s impossible. You of all people know that.’

Mycroft caught the sight of the painting lining his corridor, they were all crying blood. What madness was this? It couldn’t be what he suspected, it just couldn’t.

‘Coming to get you.’ The voice carried on. ‘There’s an east wind coming, Mycroft. Coming to get you.’ Mycroft felt his heart pounding in his ears, his blood running cold.

‘You can’t have got out! You can’t! Mycroft panted, the fear started to take hold of him.

Mycroft thought he was seeing things, a clown appeared behind him and took one of the swords. Mycroft took a handkerchief from his pocket and removed the blade from the umbrella handle, revealing a gun inside. He aimed at the clown and fired, but nothing came out. The gun was empty and Mycroft was defenceless.

‘No use Mycroft,’ the voice rang. ‘There’s no defence and nowhere to hide.’

The clown launched himself at Mycroft who sprinted away and down the stairs to find a way out. A shadow was cast moving along the floor and Mycroft could feel the sweat on his brow, this was it. Eurus had come back to haunt him.

Suddenly Sherlock appeared on the balcony.

‘Sherlock.’ Mycroft breathed. ‘Help me.’

Sherlock whistled and all the lights came on.

‘Experiment complete.’ Sherlock said and a small man appeared with pigtails, the one that had scared the living hell out of him. ‘Conclusion, I have a sister.’

‘This was you.’ Mycroft growled. ‘All of this was you.’

‘Conclusion two, my sister, Eurus apparently, has been incarcerated from an early age in a secure institution controlled by my brother. Hey bro.’

Mycroft was panting, struggling to understand why the hell Sherlock would do this to him. ‘Why would you do this? This… pantomime. Why?’

‘Conclusion three, you’re terrified of her.’ Sherlock dismissed all of his questions.

‘You have no idea what you’re dealing with. None at all.’ Mycroft growled again.

‘New information.’ John Watson walked through a door that had previously been locked. ‘She’s out.’

‘That’s not possible.’

‘It’s more than possible, she was John’s therapist.’

‘Shot me during a session.’

‘Only with a tranquilizer gun.’ Sherlock sighed.

‘Still had ten minutes to go.’

‘Well, we’ll see about a refund.’ Sherlock descended the stairs. ‘Right you two, Wiggins has got your money by the gate, don’t spend it all in one crack den. Oh, I hope we didn’t spoil your enjoyment of the movie.’ The clown and the man dressed as a little girl skipped away to the front of the house and it was just Mycroft left with Sherlock and John.

‘You’re just leaving?’ Mycroft said, in disbelief.

‘Well, we’re not staying here, Eurus is coming and erm, someone’s disabled all your security. Sleep well!’ Sherlock opened the door to leave.

John was about to leave after him. ‘Dr Watson, why would he do that to me? That was insane.’

‘Oh yes, well someone convinced him that you wouldn’t tell the truth unless you were actually wetting yourself.’

‘Someone.’ Mycroft knew he meant himself and it only annoyed him even more.

‘Probably me.’

‘So, that’s it is it? You’re just going.’

‘Well don’t worry, there’s a place for people like you, the desperate, the terrified, the ones with nowhere else to run.’

‘What place?’

‘221B Baker Street.’ John said it as if it was obvious. ‘See you in the morning. If there’s a queue, join it.’

‘For God’s sake, this isn’t one of your idiot cases!’ Mycroft said, through gritted teeth. They didn’t seem to understand quite the danger Eurus posed.

‘You might want to close that window,’ John said pointing to the one Sherlock had entered through. ‘There is an East Wind coming.’

Mycroft looked up to where the window was in fact open and once John left, he raced up the stairs to close it. He quickly went around to his security room and reactivated his systems, checking frantically to make sure no one else got in. Everything looked fine, but Mycroft was still scared. He didn’t sleep at all that night, every little creek or small sound made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Finally, the morning came, but it didn’t make him feel any safer. If Eurus had gotten out, then there was no telling what she might have been capable of. Mycroft gave in and made his way to Baker Street first thing in the morning.

He stood behind and empty chair and both John and Sherlock proceeded to ignore him. Mrs Hudson eventually came up and giggled to herself.

‘You have to sit in the chair, they won’t talk to you unless you sit in the chair, it’s the rules.’ Mrs Hudson explained, but it was childish.

‘I’m not a client.’

‘Then get out.’ Sherlock said, calmly.

Mycroft sighed and soon conceded, if it got this whole thing over and done with quicker.

‘She’s not going to stay there, is she?’ Mycroft gestured to Mrs Hudson. Sherlock nodded for her to leave.

‘Would you like a cup of tea?’ She asked.

‘Thank you.’

‘Kettle’s over there.’

Mycroft was in no mood to be tested. She eventually left.

‘So, what happens now? Are you going to make your deductions?’ Mycroft folded his arms.

‘You’re going to tell the truth, Mycroft. Pure and simple.’

‘Who was it that said “the truth is rarely pure and never simple”?’

‘I don’t know and I don’t care. There were three of us, I know that now.’ Sherlock angled himself to face Mycroft a little more. ‘You, me and… Eurus.’ Even the name now made Mycroft’s spin tingle. ‘A sister I can’t remember. Interesting name, Eurus, it’s Greek, isn’t it?’

‘Mm, yeah,’ John looked down at his notes. ‘Literally the God of the East Wind.’

‘Yes.’ Mycroft was waiting for John to leave, it wasn’t a matter to make public.

‘The East Wind is coming Sherlock. You used that to scare me.’ Sherlock was angry, he could see that, but it wasn’t what he thought.

‘No.’

‘You turned my sister into a ghost story.’

‘Of course I didn’t. I monitored you.’

‘You what?’ John asked, surprised.

‘Memories can resurface,’ Mycroft tried to explain. ‘Wounds can reopen. The roads we walk have demons beneath them, and yours have been waiting a very long time. I never bullied you. I used, at discrete intervals, potential trigger words to update myself as to your mental condition. I was looking after you.’

‘Why can’t I remember her?’ Sherlock said, gritting his teeth.

‘This is a private matter.’ Mycroft eyed John carefully.

‘John stays.’ Sherlock dismissed his attempt straight away.

‘This is family.’

‘That’s why he stays!’ Sherlock yelled. Mycroft tried to understand it, he really did but in the end Sherlock wouldn’t help him unless he complied with his wishes.

John cleared his throat, breaking the tension. ‘So, there were three Holmes kids? What was the age gap?’

‘Seven years between myself and Sherlock,’ Mycroft just got on answered. ‘One year between Sherlock and Eurus.’

‘Middle child,’ John nodded. ‘Explains a lot. So, did she have it too?’

‘Have what?’

‘The deduction thing.’ John clarified, suddenly not quite knowing what to call it.

‘The deduction thing?’ Mycroft really hated the way he said it.

‘Yes.’

‘More than you can know.’

‘Enlighten me.’

Mycroft breathed deeply. ‘You realise I’m the smart one.’

‘As you never cease to announce.’ Sherlock said with a hint of boredom.

‘But Eurus, she was incandescent, even then.’ Mycroft ignored his quip. ‘Our abilities were professionally assessed more than once. I was remarkable, but Eurus was described as an era-defining genius beyond Newton.’

Suddenly footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. All three of them turned to see Bethany with her earphones in, reading through a textbook.

‘Alright, Sherlock-‘ she stopped, seeing all three of them watching her. She was stunning as always, black jeans that hugged her legs and made her look taller, a white t-shirt with a v-neck that descended enough to make Mycroft swallow thickly. Her black leather jacket made her youthful expression sparkle and he wanted so desperately to kiss her. ‘Sorry,’ she said, taking her earphones out and shoving the in her shoulder bag. ‘Are you in the middle of something? I can come back.’

‘I think you should stay.’ Sherlock piped up, alarming Mycroft, he didn’t want more people brought into the fold. ‘It seems Mycroft is more willing to loosen his tongue when you’re around.’

‘Sherlock-‘ Mycroft went to give him a warning, but Sherlock was already up and pulling out the chair that sat at the table behind him, gesturing for Bethany to sit.

‘Take a seat, Beth, you’ll want to hear this and hopefully now you’re here Mycroft will want to tell us what we need to know.’ Sherlock said, but she didn’t move.

Bethany cleared her throat. ‘Okay, I don’t know what’s going on. Mycroft, do you want me to leave?’

Mycroft held Sherlock’s gaze, but he was right. Bethany was due some truth from him and if Eurus was out then maybe she was right and keeping secrets from her was not the way to protect her.

‘No, you can stay.’ Mycroft conceded.

‘Are you sure? I don’t have to.’

He turned and grazed his eyes over her beautiful face, he felt more inclined to give her what she wanted as oppose to what Sherlock and John wanted. He stood, picking up the chair and placing it closer to John in front of the kitchen, gesturing for her to sit. Mycroft was well aware of John and Sherlock exchanging glances, but this just wasn’t about them.

‘Where were we?’ Mycroft frowned.

‘Why don’t I remember her?’ Sherlock sat back down, his anger coming back.

‘You do remember her,’ Mycroft nodded. ‘In a way. Every choice you’ve ever made, every path you’ve ever taken, the man you are today is your memory of Eurus.’ Mycroft caught Bethany glancing at John’s notes, trying to quickly catch up with the conversation. Mycroft felt his mind making the memories especially real for him, he could feel the pebbles beneath his feet. ‘She was different from the beginning, she knew things she should never have known, as if she were aware of truths beyond the normal scope.’ Mycroft looked down at his hand, feeling the weight of the pebble and closing his hand around it. He felt her eyes on him.

‘Mycroft, what’s wrong?’ He heard Bethany’s voice, the only thing that could break the vivid nature of the memories he had.

‘Sorry.’ He said. ‘The memories are disturbing.’

‘What do you mean? Examples.’ Sherlock demanded.

‘They found her with a knife once,’ Mycroft explained. ‘She seemed to be cutting herself. Mother and Father were terrified, they thought it was suicide attempt. But when I asked Eurus what she was doing, she said “I wanted to see how my muscles worked”.’

‘Jesus.’ John said under his breath.

‘So, I asked her if she felt pain,’ Mycroft went on. ‘She said “which one’s pain?”’

‘Then what happened?’ Sherlock wanted him to go on.

‘Musgrave.’ He said, seeing the house clearly in his mind’s eye. ‘The ancestral home where there was always honey for tea and Sherlock played among the funny gravestones.’

‘Funny how?’ John asked.

‘They weren’t real, the dates were all wrong, an architectural joke which fascinated Sherlock.’

‘…help succour me down, the East Wind blows… sixteen by six…’

‘And under we go.’ Mycroft finished the song and frowned, observing Sherlock’s eyes flicker. ‘You’re starting to remember.’

‘Fragments.’ Sherlock nodded.

‘Redbeard?’ John nudged the question.

‘He was my dog.’ Sherlock explained. Mycroft decided not to correct him, instead he wanted to spare Sherlock the trauma all over again.

‘Eurus took Redbeard and locked him up,’ he went on. ‘Somewhere no one could find him. And she refused to say where he was. She’d only repeat that song, her little ritual. We begged and begged to tell us where he was. She said the song is the answer, but the song made no sense.’

‘What happened to Redbeard?’ Sherlock suddenly asked.

‘We never found him… but she started calling him drowned Redbeard so we made our assumptions.’ Mycroft felt Bethany shifting in the corner of his eye, clearly feeling for him, but he didn’t have the courage to look at her. ‘Sherlock was traumatised. Natural, I suppose. He was, in the early days, an emotional child, but after that he was different, as though he’d changed. Never spoke of it again. In time he seemed to forget Eurus had even existed.’

‘How could he forget?’ John was the one to ask where Sherlock couldn’t. ‘She was living in the same house.’

‘No.’ Mycroft shook his head. ‘They took her away.’

‘Why? You don’t lock up a child because a dog goes missing.’

‘Quite so. It was what happened immediately afterwards.’ Mycroft could once again see the images Eurus drew of Sherlock, his grave, violent deaths, crossing him out of pictures. It was incredibly vivid. He could feel the heat of the fire burning the family home, smell the ash and it was only the smell of ginger penetrating his senses that brought him back. ‘After that, our sister had to be taken away.’

‘Where?’ Sherlock demanded.

‘Oh, some suitable place, or so everyone thought. Not suitable enough however, she died there.’

‘How?’ John asked and Mycroft risked a look in his direction to see Bethany giving him a sceptical look, she always knew when he was lying.

‘She started another fire; one she did not survive.’

‘You’re lying.’ She said, rather bravely.

‘Yes.’ Mycroft conceded. ‘It is also a kindness.’ That seemed to strike a chord with Bethany. ‘This is the story I told our parents, one to spare them any further pain and to account for the absence of an identifiable body.’

‘And no doubt to prevent their further interference.’ Sherlock said, rather cynically.

‘That too, of course. The depth of Eurus’s psychosis and the extent of her abilities couldn’t hope to be contained in any ordinary institution. Uncle Rudy took care of things.’

‘Where is she, Mycroft?’ Sherlock was getting more and more frustrated. ‘Where is our sister?’

‘There’s a place called Sherrinford, an island. It’s a secret and very secure location, whose sole purpose is to contain what we call “The Uncontainables”. The demons beneath the road, this is where we trap them.’ He could visualise the institution in his mind, clear as day. ‘Sherrinford is more than a prison, or an asylum. It is a fortress, built to keep the rest of the world safe from what is inside it.’ He looked to Bethany for a moment, finding his courage again. ‘Heaven may be a fantasy for the credulous and the afraid, but I can give you a map reference to hell. That’s where our sister has been since early childhood. She hasn’t left, not for a single day. Whoever you both met, it can’t have been her.’

Glass shattered in the back room of the flat, startling all four of them. They turned to where the sound came from.

‘I that am lost. Oh who will find me?’ Mycroft was surprised to see Bethany’s expression of recognition before fear flooded her. The singing came from a drone that was flying towards them. 'Deep down below the old beech tree, help succour me now, the east winds blow.’ Mycroft gently pulled Bethany to one side, close to him, recognising what was sitting on top of the drone. ‘Sixteen by six, brother and under we go.’

‘Keep back,’ Mycroft ordered. ‘Keep as still as you can.’

‘What is it?’ John asked, all of them just watching the drone float between them.

‘It’s a drone.’ Sherlock pointed out.

‘Yeah, I can see that, what’s it carrying?’

‘What’s that silver thing on top Mycroft?’

‘It’s a DX-707,’ he swallowed nervously. ‘I’ve authorised the purchase of quite a number of these. Colloquially it is known as the “patience grenade”.’ The drone landed on the floor and made a clicking sound.

‘Patience?’ Bethany asked.

‘The motion sensor has been activated.’ He said as the red light began flashing on top, this was it, they were stuck in that room. ‘If any of us move, the grenade will detonate.’

‘How powerful?’ Sherlock asked.

‘It’ll certainly destroy this flat and kill anyone in it. Assuming the walls are of reasonable strength, your neighbours should be safe, but as it’s landed on the floor, I am moved to wonder if the café below is open.’

‘Closed on Sundays.’ Bethany said, trying desperately not to move.

‘What about Mrs Hudson?’ John asked and they all listened for the sound of the vacuum cleaner.

‘Going by her usual routine, I estimate she has another two minutes left.’

‘She keeps her vacuum cleaner at the back of her flat.’

‘So?’ Mycroft frowned.

‘So, safer there, when she’s putting it away.’ Mycroft subtly gave him a questioning look. ‘Look, we have to move eventually. We should do it when she’s safest.’

‘When the vacuum stops,’ Sherlock continued. ‘We give her eight seconds to get to the back of the flat, she’s fast when she’s cleaning. Then we move.’ Mycroft didn’t care so much for anyone else, he cared that he’d asked Bethany to stay and now her life was in danger. This was his fault. ‘What’s the trigger response time? Once we’re mobile, how long before detonation?’

‘We have a maximum of three seconds to vacate the blast radius.’ Mycroft answered.

‘John and I will take the windows, you and Bethany take the stairs. Help get Mrs Hudson out too.’

‘Me?’

‘You’re closer.’

‘You’re faster.’

‘I’ll get Mrs Hudson.’ Bethany spoke up and settled the argument, they didn’t have time to waste. They listened closely for the vacuum cleaner.

‘She moving away, she’s further back.’ John said.

‘I estimate we have a minute left. Is a phone call possible?’

‘A phone call?’ Mycroft frowned.

‘John has a daughter, he may wish to say goodbye.’

‘I’m sorry Dr Watson, any movement will set off the grenade. I hope you understand.’ Mycroft briefly thought that he should have said something to Bethany, something in regards to the way he felt, but somehow the words escaped him.

‘Oscar Wilde.’ John suddenly spoke.

‘What?’

‘He said “the truth is rarely pure and never simple”. It’s from The Importance of Being Earnest, we did it in school.’

‘So did we. As I recall.’

‘I didn’t.’ Bethany spoke up.

‘If we survive this, I’m sure Mycroft will show you his Lady Bracknell. You were great.’ Sherlock looked at him and he felt a sense of brotherly love once again.

‘You really think so?’

‘Yeah, I really do.’

‘Well, that’s good to know. I’ve always wondered.’

The sound of the vacuum coming to a stop refocused them to the present situation and everyone was ready to move.

‘Good luck boys.’ Bethany said.

‘Three.’ Sherlock began the countdown. ‘Two… One. Go!’

All four of them darted from the room, Mycroft watching Bethany’s significantly faster legs carry her down the stairs just in time for the ceiling to collapse into Mrs Hudson’s flat. Mycroft watched her dive in to find the landlady while he called an ambulance.

He managed to make it out of the house and find Sherlock and John on the floor, fighting for breath, but when Mycroft looked behind him, he couldn’t see Bethany or Mrs Hudson.

‘Here.’ Mycroft handed his phone to John and as soon as the blast cleared, he sprinted back in to find Bethany. She was digging her way through piles of rubble, finding Mrs Hudson cowering in a corner and coughing through the smoke.

‘Mycroft!’ Bethany yelled, pulling the wooden beam out of the way, so that he could get to Mrs Hudson and help her out of the corner.

‘Come on, that’s it.’ Mycroft encouraged and soon the frail landlady was safe.

Bethany kept pace behind him and they made it out onto the street where the ambulance was eventually turning up.

John took over with Mrs Hudson while Bethany sat down on the side of the street, leaning back on her hands, exhausted. Mycroft cautiously approached her.

‘Bethany.’ He said, trying to work out what to say, but she held her hand up to stop him. She didn’t look upset with him, just tired and struggling for breath.

‘What do we do now, Sherlock?’ She asked.

Sherlock was still catching his breath. ‘Sherrinford.’ He said and pulled her to her feet.

‘That’s out of the question.’ Mycroft intervened. ‘I cannot take any of you to Sherrinford. Especially not-‘ he stopped himself speaking and stepped away, thinking hard. Sherlock didn’t let him get far.

‘And that right there is exactly why the four of us are going to Sherrinford.’ He hissed. ‘Make it happen.’

Mycroft knew what he was referring to, he was weakened when Bethany was around less likely to lie or cheat or making any decision a brave woman like her would disapprove of. Sherlock wanted her there so that he was accountable to someone.

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A family meeting takes an interesting turn...

“I still don’t understand why you made me apologize.  I don’t think I did anything wrong.  He was offensive and condescending.  He should have been apologizing to me!” Persephone was whining, again, about having to return the Prince to his original form and apologize for making him a slime mold and disrupting his father’s banquet by dumping him in the middle of the head table.  She was put out and letting everyone in the room know about it.  

“Because I do not wish war with yet another realm because you cannot behave like a sane person.” Kellen replied as he leaned against his desk and rubbed his temples.  Maybe he should turn HER into a slim mold for a while.  At least then he wouldn’t have to deal with her temper tantrums for a day or two.  “Why can’t you just find a nice Prince or Duke and go off on some whirlwind romance?”

“Because they always think they are better than me.  Why can’t you just order Grae to marry me?  He’s subservient.  I’d like that more.” Her chin rose defiantly in the air and she made a huff.

There it was, he knew it was coming and the throbbing started just behind his eyes.  The idea of her becoming a slime mold was becoming so much more alluring.  “He has taken a Consort and from his reaction to me merely asking her a question, I would say ordering him to marry you might cause an outright battle within the castle.  Seeing as how well liked he is, I’m not sure I would be the victor against parts of my own army.”  Kellen’s eyes were now hard, his jaw set, and his voice full of the exasperation with the brattiness of a multi-century old demoness acting like a toddler human.

Persephone’s eyes widened as her chin fell slack, her whole body seemed to lose the defiant air it had held just a moment before.  “He’s what?  A Consort?”  Her brother had to be joking.  Grae wouldn’t really take a female other than she or her sister Calliope, would he?  They were the two most beautiful females in the entire realm.  What more could he want?

“Yes, a Consort.  One he fancies very much, one I dare say he cares for.”  A smirk started to form, just creasing the outer edges of Kellen’s eyes.  “I have a feeling that there may even be a betrothal coming soon.”  It was hard to contain his pleasure at seeing his sister become totally deflated as she absorbed this news.

“We shall have to throw them a party!  This is amazing news!”  His other sister Calliope was not devastated like her sister, but she hadn’t been harboring a secret love of their brother’s Chancellor.  She liked him, sure, but more like a fourth brother now that she had grown.  There was a time that she had fancied him, but no longer.  Rubbing it in Persephone’s face that he was now taken and not her sex toy would be fun!

“That’s the spirit, Calli!” Karlen chuckled as he elbowed her lightly as she sat on the arm of the chair he was in.  “It’s not a bad idea Kel.  When was the last time we threw a banquet or a ball?  Might liven the castle up a bit.  Maybe we could find someone that could stand Seph long enough that the rest of us could get rid of our migraines.”  He grinned over at his sister.  She really was insufferable, they all agreed on that.

“I’m in!” Their third brother Korben agreed with a smirk over to Persephone who was becoming livid.  They all knew she was doe eyed for Grae and were enjoying pissing her off.  Kellen was constantly trying to find her a suitor but was running out of options because of her attitude, the rest of them were running out of patience because of it.  “I’m supposed to be getting the daughter of an old friend as a ward soon as she comes to study at the Consortium of Mages here.  Maybe we can make them coincide, celebrate both.  A welcome to her and Grae’s engagement.” Oh, he was fully enjoying this.  

“I wonder if I could invite a few of my friends from another realm for a visit?  Can I Kell?  Oh a party would be so much fun to have them here?  From Imperium?  Now that you’re not at war with Lucifer, please?”  Calliope looked legitimately excited as Persephone kept turning her head and looking at each of her siblings like they had all lost their collective minds.

“I hadn’t even….fine, fine, if you all want a party, we can have a party.”  He chuckled, shaking his head and holding up his hand to Persephone who was about to throw one of her famous fits. “And if you cannot control yourself, I will put you in a tower, with no slaves and no guards to entertain you for the whole night.  I’ve had to grovel in front of a King to get us out of a war because of what you did to his son.  I’ve had to listen to you whine because Grae took your slaves away for one night.  I AM NOT going to have you ruin a celebration for the rest of us, Grae, his Consort, Korben’s guest, or anyone else. You are a fucking grown demoness, damn well act like it for once in you fucking life, Seph.” His hand slammed down on the blackened wood desk he was leaning on, making everyone else jump.

Persephone stood there, mouth agape, eyes glistening, not even knowing what to say.  Kellen had never spoken to her in such a way before, and she was unsure how to respond.  Why was she the only one being singled out?  Didn’t she deserve to be happy and have all the things she wanted?  So what if she wanted more and better than the others.  Why was that wrong?

Deciding that arguing was going to get him nowhere, Persephone turned on her heel and stormed from the room.  As soon as she had cleared the door jam, everyone else in the room sighed in relief.  Rarely did she not erupt in histrionics when upset, and it was clear Kellen HAD upset her. Now the planning for the party could begin in earnest, and the more they talked about it, the more that they were all looking forward to the event

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Chapter 9

“Hey, Liam, you don’t mind riding in the back with Amber, do you? I really want to sit up front,” Kate called from the car, giving me a wink. 

Despite how terrible Kate is, at least she’s being supportive. She can still go after Jake (seeing as how Amber can’t and everything). 

I bit my lip and looked out of the window, fighting the desire to grab him and kiss him until I couldn’t breathe. After the longest, most excruciating car journey ever, we arrived at the bowling alley. OK, that a slight exaggeration, it only took ten minutes, but the whole time I was fighting with myself to just jump on him and hold him tightly. 

Girl, it’s been 10 minutes since you last kissed him. Get some help. 

Sean had brought Avatar round and none of us had seen it before so all seven of us were now sitting around, eating McDonalds.

I would ask where the editor was, but who am I kidding. This story is so full of grammatical errors, typos, and run-ons like this.  

“You’re funny.” [Mark] laughed, scooting closer to me. 

“Thanks, and you’re too old for me,” I stated, smiling sweetly. 

As terrible as this story is, it somehow passes the bar of “girl expressing to an older, creepy guy that he’s being creepy, and that he’s too old for her”. 

Which is not exactly something that I ever thought would happen. 

“No. I’m going to kiss you, and you’re going to love it.” [Mark] shrugged, smirking at me again. 

Liam’s legs jerked behind me as he made a move to get up. I pushed back on his legs and started rubbing his foot again. “Really? If you kiss me I’m going to knee you in the balls.”

NGL, I love this. I wish more female leads would say stuff like this. 

 Mark laughed and crashed his lips to mine, roughly, gripping the sides of my face so I couldn’t move away. I tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. He nibbled my lip, asking for entrance, so I clamped my mouth shut and brought my knee up as hard as I could into his groin. He let go of me instantly, bending over, groaning. 

I’m simply here to point out about how Amber didn’t have a PTSD panic attack when this guy sexually assaulted her. 

CONSISTENT CHARACTER PERSONALITIES ARE FOR SQUARES!!

(Under any other circumstances, I’d be cheering her on. But this is the book that we were given, with the background of her being too afraid to be touched. So of course I’m going to get angry when she’s assaulted yet again, and she doesn’t have a consistent response.)

Just as I started to go under I thought I heard him whisper something that sounded like ‘I love you’, but Liam wouldn’t say that, so it must have been something else.

Chapter 9 summary: The four of them meet up with Sarah, her boyfriend Sean, and her brother, Mark, at the bowling alley. There, Mark will not stop hitting on Amber, and she doesn’t exactly know what to do, so she kind of flirts back with him. This drives Liam crazy, and Amber is like “What did you want me to do? I couldn’t exactly say ‘my boyfriend is over there!”

Later, they go back to Amber’s and Jake’s house to watch a movie. Mark is still hitting on Amber, but she expresses she thinks that he’s too old for her, and that “unless there’s the answers for my maths test in there, there’s nothing in your pants I’m interested in.” Mark is like “I’ll bet you $20 that you’ll love it when I kiss you!” She tells him, in no uncertain terms, that kissing her will result in her knee being introduced to his junk. He tries it anyway… and well. She was good on her word. (Again, it’s not so much that I hate this, but we were introduced to Amber the girl who was traumatised by her dad trying to rape her and now she’s afraid of touch. This is no longer that Amber, and it’s frustrating to read.) 

Kate and Amber go upstairs, where Amber puts on sexy pyjamas. Kate encourages her to go downstairs to flaunt her pjs in front of Liam, which she does. Jake gets angry when Liam is “perving on my little sister”, which is fair enough. After Jake goes to bed, Amber goes down to Liam, where he touches her breasts until the author remembers that Amber is supposed to be TRAUMATISED, so Amber asks Liam to slam on the brakes. As they snuggle up to go to sleep, Amber swears Liam says “I love you”, but can’t be certain. 

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Chapter Nine: ... Until it Was Not

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The evening air was still and suffocating to Rex as he sat on his front porch. Puppycorn was playing a few feet away in the wet grass, despite the warnings that it had only just rained and his human companion wasn’t going to give him a bath before bedtime. Tired dark eyes kept watch over the little dog, occasionally flicking to the pathway heading toward the Unikingdom. A strange looking rifle was leaning against the cabin wall within arm’s reach. If he wasn’t babysitting, he wouldn’t be nearly as paranoid. He’d seen the movies: when someone you care about was near and you least expect it, the bad guy would show up. It hadn’t happened yet, but he was ready if it did.

“So, am I gonna be stayin’ over this time?” Puppycorn chewed on something Rex prayed was just the puppy’s favorite red ball.

“Yeah. Repeat back what I toldja.” The human’s voice was stern to compensate for his paranoia.

“You’re gonna lock the door to your room when you go to bed. Don’t open the door no matter what I think you say or any noises I hear.” The puppy shook some of the wetness off of his body. “I don’t get why, though.”

“I sometimes move around in my sleep like I’m awake. That’s what I’ve been told, anyway. Don’t remember any of it.” Rex shrugged. “I’m not sure why Hawkodile trusts me with you like this, to be honest. Was literally everyone else tied up?”

“I asked Big Sis to talk him into it. Hawkodile called this a… test run, I think. Maybe that means he’ll let me stay over more if we pass the test.” The thing in the puppy’s mouth squeaked with each letter that featured a closed mouth. Rex still hoped that thing was a ball.

“Fair enough.” Rex heard some noise coming from the pathway. “Kid. Get in the cabin. Now.” Before the puppy could get inside, a cloaked figure with a spiked collar and a white face approached. The dog hid behind his human friend. “I didn’t invite you to this party. Get out.”

“Nah. Don’t think I will.” The voice from this being was decidedly female. “You must be the guy responsible for the very brief end of the world. Your origin story makes me giggle. It’s good stuff. Wish I could have watched you down there in the lonely desert.” She shrugged. “Oh well. Maybe if I wish really hard, I can see that pain in your eyes. It probably didn’t really go away.” She put her hand under her pupiless eyes and pulled down. “Now. You and the boss have business. I’m just here to take you to the Doom Lord Tower.”

“I’m not leaving the kid. Can’t you tell your boss to come here?”

“Not really. She said that you don’t have a choice this time. I’m sure Master Malice can take care of the prince while you and the boss discuss business.” She got closer to Puppycorn, but Rex stepped between the two.

“No. She wants to talk to me, the kid doesn’t leave my sight. Got it?” Rex growled, startling both the stranger and Puppycorn.

“A bit silly to take a child into a business meeting, but you’re the one we’ve got to make happy here. Okay. The prince stays with you. Come with me.” She turned to leave. “And maybe show me those eyes. I want to see the pain behind them a little more.” Rex rolled said eyes and turned to Puppycorn.

“Stay close to me. I know this isn’t ideal, but if they hurt you…” He had to stop himself from scaring his young friend further.

“Oh, do keep going with that threat, Dangervest. I’d love to imagine what you have in that twisted mind of yours if we hurt the prince.” She laughed darkly. The trio walked out of the forest, across a large river, and into the gray metropolis that was Frowntown. Rex looked around him and saw that the place was as depressing as the name suggested. He shook his head, replaying the choices he made to get him into this mess in his head. They eventually got to a large imposing tower. Rex rolled his eyes again as he looked up at the top.

“I’ve broken into bigger and scarier.” He quipped. The door opened and the human and puppy prince were escorted into a large dark room. The two were surrounded by a tall table that reminded Rex of the place where a judge sits. Only this one had a chair for each of what he assumed to be other Doom Lords and, of course, Master Doom was seated at the center of it all, right in front of the two. Puppycorn cowered behind him while Rex petted his head reassuringly.

“You know why you’re here, right Mr. Brickowski?” Doom put her hands together. “Please, don’t give a sarcastic reply. I’m already unhappy you insisted on bringing your playmate with you.”

“Yeah. You’ve got a quota on the souls ya need to collect by the end of the quarter and ya need me to sign that contract. Right?”

“I was told you were hard of hearing, but I think you intentionally ignored me. No matter. You get the point. I was expecting an answer by the end of the month and you chose to just ignore me. This seems to be a pattern with you, Mr. Brickowski.” Her voices were oddly pleasant for someone who facially looked like she was about to go off on the human like a nuclear explosion.

“I don’t work for you, last I checked. I also have to wait for my lawyer to look at the thing. He’s a bit slow because he’s just a raptor with an industrial size paper shredder.” The man looked down at Puppycorn, keeping the dog close to his side.

“Oh that’s hilarious. I’m still expecting an answer one way or the other. I have a small window of opportunity and my strategy will continue with or without your help. I would prefer to have your help, however. You may be a child, but your strength and loose morals make you what I need.” She could have stared into his soul with the intensity of her gaze. “I’ll take a verbal agreement for the time being. Are you with me, Mr. Brickowski?” One of the Doom Lords dropped a pin to the floor for some mocking effect.

“First: Do you insult every potential business partner like that, or am I special? I mean, I know I was The Special at one point, but this is just getting aggravating. Second: Contracts are for businesses and crossroad encounters. This may feel like the last one, but I’m pretty sure ya see this whole ‘do bad things’ thing as a nine to five. I was more of a chaotic indie artist. I did bad things for passion and unresolved psychological trauma. So no, ya sellout. I ain’t agreein’ to anything.” Puppycorn looked at Rex, bewildered. His friend didn’t respond to the look, instead focusing on Master Doom.

“Did you consider what the royal family has done for you like I asked? The world rejected you to the point where you didn’t think anything in it was real.”

“That’s because we’re literally in the heads of two kids playing in a basement. Or one kid trying to do something creative. Not sure it matters right now. Here’s the thing: the royal family gave me a second chance. Yeah, that’s what you offered me too, but I don’t think a 401k and revenge on the known galaxy is what I need right now. Gave it a shot once and got to experience the emptiness of non-existence for my efforts. I don’t recommend it.” The puppy was shocked at how well Rex was keeping his cool though all this.

“I can still see the pain in your eyes.” The pupiless woman chimed in. “You can’t get rid of that kind of pain with friendship and a life of leisure.”

“I can sense your fear as well. Fear of the uneasy peace you’ve managed to forge falling around you. Fear of knowing the people you’ve surrounded yourself with are capable of betraying you, like they’ve done in the past.” A being with a teardrop face added to the voices. “Even the fear you will lose the ones you choose to care about in an instant.”

“You hide your anger behind sarcasm and someone else’s ideals. You still harbor hatred in your heart. You’ve let it out before. Nothing wrong with doing it again.” A creature that resembled a bull without the snout stated.

“We can offer you an outlet for all of those things. We can ease your pain and let you let your pent up malice run free. We are a better help to you than the princess or that little child tugging at your vest. They’ll hold you back. We’ll make you stronger.” Doom was keeping any real emotional reaction from leaking to her face.

“Let’s talk about the kid, since ya just dragged him into the conversation. He’s the one person on this candy colored rock I want to be strong for. I may hate this universe and the people playing with it, but the kid… he’s alright. He’s there for me and I’m there for him. You can’t give me what we have.”

“You would throw away a second chance at revenge for a child?” Doom sounded disgusted.

“Looks like it. What can I say? The kid’s got a certain charm.” He ruffled the puppy’s ears.

“You will regret the decision you just made when you fall with the rest of this kingdom.” Doom’s echoing voice made Puppycorn practically lean against his human friend.

“You don’t know me as well as I thought. I invented the phrase “no regrets”. Still waiting for the patent lawyer I hired to get back to me on trademarking it.” He smirked. “I think we’re done here, then. My friend and I are gonna go now.” Before the two could leave, the bull creature and one that looked like a bird blocked the door.

"Oh, we can't let you leave. Now that you made the wrong decision, you became a threat to my plan. You both know too much. Especially you, Mr. Brickowski." Master Doom stepped down from her chair. "Thankfully, you don't know everything. But you can still warn the others that we're making moves against the Unikingdom. No, you two will need to stay here until our strategy is in full force." She was going to say more, but Rex put up a hand to stop her.

"Oh. Let me guess the next thing you're gonna say: 'Make sure they don't escape by any means necessary!' I'm right, right? So is a death trap involved or was that not in the quarterly budget?" The cocky grin never left his face despite the danger he and his companion were in.

"Please gag the child pretending he's somehow clever before taking your positions. I feel like he's not going to shut up for this whole thing. I don't care how you do it " Master Doom left the room with a majority of the other Doom Lords, leaving Rex and Puppycorn alone with the pupiless woman and a diamond headed figure with what Rex suspected was an emo haircut.

"Okay. Two against one. I can handle those odds." Rex stretched his arm. "Get behind me, kid. I'm gonna-!" The pupiless woman smacked him in the back of the head while the other Doom Lord grappled him, pinning his arms to his side.

"Nope. Being the hero isn't in the cards for you tonight, Dangervest." She leaned in close. "Ah! That pain is so much stronger now! I bet we can make it stronger if we lock him in the supply closet and just… forget he was ever here."

"That would be a good way to make him miserable. Away from his friend where we can make him forget, too. I think that would get us a bonus for sure." She tried to drag Rex out of the room, but the man started to struggle to get free.

"Kid! Run! I'll hold 'em off!" He spoke frantically, mostly focused on getting out of the Doom Lord's grasp. Puppycorn ran for the door and was cut off from escape by the Doom Lord not occupied with Rex.

"You know, I thought you were a heartless jerk, Dangervest. Master Doom was right: you did go soft. That has to be why you sided with the prince over us. This'll make it easier to drag out the pain in your formerly black heart." The woman's laughter turned Rex's face, which was previously softened by fear, hard with rage and disgust. He flicked his eyes from Puppycorn to the door, which was left open just enough for the puppy to be able to push through. The puppy waited for the Doom Lord blocking his way to focus on Rex and snuck out the door. Just before he left Rex behind, he looked back and saw relief wash on his friend's tired face.

–

The late evening air was as antagonistic to Puppycorn now as it was to Rex earlier. He couldn't think of where his sister and her friends were. Was it a party? It was usually a party, so that had to be it. But where? He realized quickly that it would take a while to get to the Unikingdom anyway from here. He could only think of one place he could go. He ran to an apartment complex and knocked on a specific door. He shook a little, hoping the two people who lived there were there. A being who looked like a grey tombstone poked his head out of the door.

"Hey, little dude!" He opened the door fully, revealing a yellow faced figure with a hood was directly behind him. "Something wrong?"

"The Doom Lords have my friend!" The puppy was let in by the grey being and handed some cookies.

"You have friends?" The yellow faced kid laughed. "Look, if the Doom Lords have your buddy, go find your sister. I can't help you. I still work for them. Actually, I should complain when I come in on Monday. I was never briefed on this."

"I know, Master Frown! But I don't know anyone else in Frowntown besides you and Brock. My friend was supposed to babysit me and he got asked to go see Master Doom and-!" Master Frown erupted in laughter again.

"You aren't seeing your friend any time soon, then! Do I know the kid? I'll inform his family!" From his tone, it was clear that Master Frown was amused by all of this.

"No. But his name is RJ... Rex Brickowski." Puppycorn slumped a little.

"Hang on. That name's familiar." The teenager paused for a moment. "Did he go by Rex Dangervest at some point?"

"Yeah! I don't know if he likes that name anymore, though. He changed it… or something."

"Okay, you got nothing to worry about. He's probably working with Master Doom to do something big to the Unikingdom as we speak." Master Frown nodded with some weird level of admiration. "The guy's a living legend. He was all anyone was talking about for a while around the water cooler." Puppycorn's pupils shrank.

"He said he wouldn't do that! He kept telling them he didn't want to work for them!" The puppy looked back at the door he came through.

"The guy said no to Master Doom? He's got major guts but that's what I would expect from the guy who ended the world. Yeah, he's probably still fine but he won't be for long." Master Frown sat on the couch and grabbed a game controller that was on the cushion next to where he sat.

"You can stay with us for the night, Puppycorn. I'll order some grub. It's Alan's turn to pay anyway." Brock grabbed the phone and started to order some food.

"So. What's Dangervest really like? Would he sign something if I asked you to ask him? Tell me!" Frown was the antithesis of his name as he spoke in a way most young girls would talk about a popstar.

"He's not a bad guy. I think he just really likes me, but he's a really good friend. Maybe you could ask him when he comes to get me? He does have to come get me." Puppycorn wasn't sure how to respond to this fanboyism except if he had to be honest with himself.

"You're right! If he's somehow been saddled with babysitting duty, he'll have to crash in here when he's done with whatever he's doing with the Doom Lords." There was a twinkle in the former Doom Lord's eye that was worrying for someone who knew him. "How did you guys make him agree to that? I woulda thought he would have been taming raptors or fighting bears or something."

"He just likes me. I dunno." Brock opened the door and came back with burgers and fries in a large bag. He handed the receipt to Frown, who rolled his eyes and gave Brock the money owed.

"I don't know why. Someone that awesome like you? I don't buy it." Frown bit into a burger. "That's if you aren't making the whole thing up to impress me. Actually, I think I can call reception and call you out. " He snatched the phone and quickly dialed a number. "Heeeeey, Misery! They got you on phone duty? Sucks to suck! So, I hear ya got the Rex Dangervest down there. Uh huh. Uh huh. Can you ask him something? Huh. Okay. Yeah, no clue. Bye." He hung up and shrugged. "Well. You're right about him being in the Doom Lord offices. I picked a really bad time to take a day off."

"Is he OK?" Puppycorn's eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, he's tied up. Like with rope. He's not happy about it. Neither is Misery, apparently. He's a talker and mostly threatening to burn down the tower. Also, they know you escaped. I'd grab your food to go."

"Need someone to take you home?" Brock offered.

"I wanna help RJ." Puppycorn looked at the door.

"Not gonna happen. He's the guy who destroyed the universe with one punch. One he didn't even have to throw himself. And he's tied up and being watched by Pain and Misery. What are you gonna do?"

"I dunno! But he's my friend! I gotta do something!" Puppycorn started to run out the door to find the rest of his friends and family.

[lifeofamarauder]

Dark Prince 2

Mattheo Riddle x Odette 

Part 2 <3 (it gets more spicy as we go but you first need to SUFFER)

Word count- 1,487 words

Note- I wrote this not from Y/n perspective but let me know if you want me to post that version as well if you prefer it! I tried not to use too many descriptors for Odette, other than her house and family names.

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I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the windows next to me. I looked out and saw it was starting to get dark. The library was nearly empty of students, save for a few stragglers and the book I'd started was splayed out in front of me.

To my surprise, on its left stood a hot chocolate. I couldn't help but wonder if That Boy had brought it to me. I decide this is impossible and figure it could always have been one of the castles many house elves. I'd formed a bit of a bond with them when I joined a Gryffindor my year and a few others to protest for their rights, so it's not unlikely for them to have brought it. It certainly feels more likely that they would have brought it rather than the ever mysterious Mattheo whom I’d just met.

I picked up my books and the hot chocolate and started sipping on it as I walked past the many shelves, planning to sneak down to the kitchens and grab some food to bring upstairs so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone. I was so focused on not spilling the rich chocolate on my books that I almost didn't notice the Slytherin girl coming straight towards me with a sickly sweet smile.

"Hi! Im Astoria. You're Odette, right? Ravenclaw?"

I looked down at my obviously blue robes and back up to her.

"Yes...?"

"Right. Pleasure." She held out her hand and her face gave me the impression it was anything but a pleasure for her to be talking to me.

"I heard about your meeting with Mattheo today, I thought it was really nice what he did for you, seeing as it was your birthday and your only plan was to read in the library.” Astoria was looking me up and down by this point, utterly unimpressed. “Alone.”

Again, her facial expressions directly juxtaposed what she was saying, but I was too curious if this meant Mattheo really did bring me the hot chocolate so I took the bait willingly.

"Sorry, what exactly did he do for me?"

"The spot, silly. It clearly meant a lot to you seeing as you were looking like you were about to cry.." She chuckled then, the first actual smile that came to her face. "I just wanted to come wish you a Happy Birthday as well after hearing about everything. It was so sweet of him."

Astoria was nodding so fervently at that last line that I felt myself nodding along.

"I mean he's so... charitable. Yeah, that's one of the things I love most about him." At this she began glaring down at me all pretend niceties gone by this point.

Ah... understood. I began feeling slightly embarrassed by my earlier feelings around him as she was making it clear that he was her boyfriend. Yikes.

"Yeah, ok, I get it. Thanks. If you’ll excuse me,” I nudged past her and went to the Great Hall. So far my whole having-this-day-all-to-myself thing was ruined anyways so I might as well ensure I have a fulfilling dinner.

I head to the Ravenclaw table and find a seat across from Luna, reading her Dads magazine, the Quibbler.

After calling her name a few times, Luna finally looks up, looking utterly perplexed at her friends sudden appearance.

"Geez Luna, you look like you've seen the Bloody Baron. Its only me!" She smiled at me then, a huge bright smile that reached her whole face.

"Odette! Happy birthday!! I wasn't expecting to be able to see you until tomorrow. I have something for you!" She said airily.

Luna pulls out a large glass ball with a gold band around it from her pocket. "It's a Remembral, if you ever forget something, it'll glow red!" She exclaimed while reaching across the large table to hug me. Though it wasn’t the most comfortable hug, the sentiment was so nice I ignored it and laughed, thanking her. I sit back down and just as I'm reaching for some of the feast, I look up feeling someone's eyes on me.

Right behind Luna, I find a broody Mattheo. Under the candle-light I swear his eyes sparkle.

I notice he's surrounded by some of my absolute least favorite Slytherins. While they look like they're are trying to all carry on conversations with him, he hasn't taken his eyes off of me.

I point to the hot chocolate with a questioning look on my face and he smiles, looking back down at his food. I match his grin until Astoria sits directly down next to him and whispers something in his ear. He looks at her and I force myself to look away, reminding myself he’s taken and I have absolutely no interest in him whatsoever.

I finish my meal rather quickly and Luna prattles on about the different articles from this week. I’m thankful as my mind is filled with thoughts of what Astoria could’ve been whispering in Mattheo’s ear.

I work hard not to look at them through the whole meal, even if I do have the sensation that he keeps staring at me.

As I'm about to get up, I am stopped by a shoulder gently forcing me back down to the bench.

"Odette! Happy Birthday special girl."

My brother has a knack for talking exactly like our Great Aunt Amelia on occasion. I notice at his appearance, Luna quietly excuses herself to her dorm.

"Thanks, Silas."

He smiles his million watt smile and pulls a small box wrapped with a giant blue bow out of his pocket.

"This is from me and Mum. She picked it out but I wrapped it. It’s going to dazzle you.

I gingerly take the box from him and begin opening it already dreading whatever my Mums cooked up for this years gift.

I open the box and am in fact quite dazzled. Inside, a large gaudy blue stone sits surrounded by a thick silver chain and diamonds all around the border. It looks entirely too expensive and it’s something I would never pick out myself. Silas motions for me to bend down as he places it around my neck. I find myself leaning forward from its weight. I feign a smile and look up at my brother, thinking what to say to please him.

"Thank you so much! This will be perfect at our Christmas party this year." I gingerly hug him, this one still somehow much less comfortable than the one Luna gave me over the table.

"Oh, boy. You haven't talked to Mom yet have you? She told me she would mention it to you.. Well no stress. Mum planned a trip with some of the Ministry members over Christmas for me to mingle and set up a job for when I graduate this year. You said Luna stayed back last year for Christmas and we thought maybe you could join her and have Christmas at the castle. Honestly you would hate talking with all of those Ministry folk anyways so this felt like the perfect idea for all of us." He said this while nodding at me and smiling his all too diplomatic smile.

This is just like him to somehow try to spin something he and Mum want to do, pretending it’s for my benefit. In this case, I could disagree about how awful that Holiday sounds but forgetting to even tell me until my birthday? I feel a sudden sickness wash over me, overwhelming my senses. I need to get out of here right now.

"Right. Yes, that's no problem. Thank you for the necklace again." I grab my things and rush out of the dining hall not sparing a glance over my shoulder until I'm out of eyesight.

As I turn the corner, I stop and cover my face, trying to take deep breaths. I have never felt so discarded and overlooked and on my birthday of all days. And all I could say was thank you?? I can’t tell if I am more mad them for their disregard of my feelings, or at myself for not being able to say what I really feel.

"Nice necklace, Princess."

I spin around finding Mattheo leaning against the wall behind me.

"It's very...." he looks at it debating his word choice. "Loud." He decides.

"I didn’t pick, my brother just gave it to me." I say, monotone. “I don’t really even like it,” I feel compelled to say so he doesn’t think that this is me.

"Why are you wearing it if you dont like it?"

I hesitate looking up towards the ceiling, then, "You know, I ask myself questions like that all the time."

I slump against the wall and feel him slide up next to me.

"So do I."

I look at him then and we lock eyes once more.

"Odette." He says, his voice slightly hoarse and I swear he looks down at my lips then.

My breath catches at my name and I feel myself instinctively leaning towards him but pull back when I hear laughing down the hall. I remember myself, and more importantly, I remember his girlfriend. I push off the wall and he looks up at me dazed.

"I don't think Astoria would feel very good about how you keep getting so close to me."

His face turns to one of thoughtfulness as I back away still unable to shift gazes away from him.

"I suppose she wouldn't."

That does it. I look away then and thank him for checking on me over my shoulder, dismissing all thoughts from my head over what could've just happened.

I hear him say something under his breath and I turn around, but he's gone. My pocket feels heavier so I dig inside it finding a very delicate gold chain with blue and green stones dotting it. It's stunning, and utterly inappropriate for someone with a girlfriend to give me. But it's perfect, somehow exactly what I would have picked out for myself.

So, I decide my days been so shit and maybe just maybe I want to convince myself it's okay because it's so pretty and so me. I settle with telling myself I will forever avoid him from here on out, but still keep the necklace. I pocket the chain and head upstairs.

I sit in bed playing with the delicate gems in one hand as I pet Jinx with the other and I can't help my mind from wandering back to that confusing boy and his deadly eyes.

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me As Tumblr #9

Leviathan: I wish puberty took you to a customize character screen

Satan: Do you realize how many people would be dragons

Solomon: You say this like it’s a bad thing

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Mammon: Uptown funk would’ve made it onto the shrek soundtrack

Solomon: That’s the truest statement I’ve ever read

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Asmodeus: Once in the fifth grade this kid called me a homo and I thought it meant homeless and I was so confused I said ‘Raphael you’ve been to my house’

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Mammon: My brother just accidentally prematurely sent an email to his boss…. It was supposed to say ‘I am afraid that we will have to postpone our meeting’ but he hit send when all it said was

Hi, Diavolo

I am afraid

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Mammon: Fun Disney fact! Fiona was the first red-headed Disney Princess when she made her debut in 1988, one year before Ariel did in The Little Mermaid (1989)

Mephistopheles: Shrek came out in 2001

Mammon: Good for him

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Satan: One time in math class my math teacher was really pissed at us and he was yelling “DO YOU EVEN KNOW BASIC MATH? DO YOU KNOW ADDITION? WHAT’S TWO PLUS TWO? MAMMON WHAT’S TWO PLUS TWO?” and poor Mammon wasn’t paying attention so I leaned over to him and whispered “seven” and he blurted out “SEVEN” and I have never laughed harder and I doubt I ever will.

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Asmodeus: Today at work I let someone into a dressing room and they said “thank you” and half of me tried to say “you’re welcome” and the other half tried to say “no problem” and I ended up saying “your problem.”

Mammon: One time I was playing soccer in gym. Ball is up in the air. Think I’m gonna be awesome and air kick it into the goal. Try. Miss ball. Kick goalie in the face. Try to ask “are you okay” and

“I’m fucking sorry” at the same time. Instead end up yelling “ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY!?” Goalie is cooking back tears.

Leviathan: This post had me in tears.

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Raphael: That’s a cute foot fetish you got there, would you mind keeping it 25796323689432 feet away from me?

Asmodeus: 25796323689432 feet you say?

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Simeon: If you had six minutes left to live what’s the last song you’d listen to

Leviathan: I’d spend the entire six minutes trying to pick a song

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Mammon: You call it “really bad at darts”, I call it freestyle acupuncture

Barbatos: Sir I’m going to have to ask you to leave the bar

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Mammon: Can you OD on vitamin D?

Mephistopheles: That’s how Icarus died

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Leviathan: I’m really into internet discourse but only pointless and stupid internet discourse like how many holes there are in a straw (it’s 2)

Mephistopheles: No it’s an infinite amount of holes stacked on top of eachother

Leviathan: This is exactly what I’m talking about

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Luke: I have small hands

Leviathan: Bring them closer to you they’re just far away

Luke: Wow you were right…

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Diavolo: You ever dip your entire Oreo in milk except the part where you’re holding it and feel like thetis dipping newborn Achilles into the River of Styx making him invulnerable everywhere except for his heel

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Solomon:

Two things I need today’s youth to know:

1. Anything the government says is propaganda

2. 99% of vegetables taste better roasted

Barbatos: you spelled boiled wrong

Solomon:

My apologies:

Anything the government says is boiled

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Diavolo: The weirdest instance of “getting my wires crossed” I’ve ever experienced: I had a piece of candy at my desk. My intention was to simultaneously eat the candy and start a brief work task. I put the candy in my mouth and felt a surge of alarm as I was convinced, for a fraction of a second, that I had somehow eaten the task I was about to start.

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Asmodeus: Hope everyone is well today!

Asmodeus: And tomorrow !!!!

Asmodeus: After that you’re on your own

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Luke: Omg my guardian just came into my room and told me that I’m spending too much time on the internet so he told me “I’m sorry I have to do this but it’s for your own good.” and then he proceeded to delete the internet explorer icon from my desk top

And the way he said “I just deleted the internet” just takes the cake

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