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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 2 months

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To Save A Life

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader, John Winchester & daughter!reader

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Synopsis: set during 2x01, you die in the accident but John brings you back.

Sam Winchester had never felt more alone in his life. Not even when he’d left home and run away to Stanford all alone. Because at least then, he’d had a secret ally; you. You called him up whenever Dean and dad weren’t around, and the two of you stayed close despite his alienation from the rest of the family.

But he didn’t have that anymore. He awoke in a hospital after the accident only to discover that you’d succumbed to your injuries, and that his brother was hanging on by a thread. And John was no ally now; on the contrary, John’s seeming indifference only made Sam feel more alone. He wasn’t sure if John just couldn’t bring himself to think about what had happened to you and Dean, or if he just didn’t care.

Either way, Sam was finding it hard to believe that you were really gone.

…

Dean didn’t scare easily, but he was starting to freak out. After he’d figured out that he was in a coma and having some freaky out of body experience, the first thing he did was look for his family. Sam and dad he’d found easily, but he couldn’t talk to them. However, he’d searched the entire hospital, but he could find no sign of you. Panicked, he returned to Sam’s room only to find him and John arguing.

“I have a plan,” John was saying.

“Exactly, that’s the problem!” Sam exploded. “Your daughter is dead, and Dean’s dying, and you have a plan!”

Dean staggered back a step, all the breath leaving his…spirit? Did spirits breathe? It didn’t matter, because that’s what it felt like; like every ounce of air had been sucked from him, like he was drowning, like he was dying.

You couldn’t be dead. You couldn’t, it just wasn’t possible.

Dean turned, more determined than ever to find you.

It couldn’t be true.

…

“I want you to bring Dean and Y/N back.”

“I can give you your son for the knife, but your little girl…” Azazel sucked in a breath, enjoying the moment far too much. “She’s already dead. That’s means a lot more power, a lot more paperwork. I need something more.”

John swallowed. “I know what you want.”

“And?” Azazel grinned, his mouth twisting grotesquely.

“And it’s a deal.”

…

Your first breath came as a gasping wheeze, and it took you a moment to disentangle yourself from the…sheet?…that was covering you. You glanced around frantically as memories slowly came back to you—the yellow eyed demon possessing dad—Sam refusing to shoot him—the fight in the car—then—then what?

You remembered blinding lights as a semi came out of nowhere, and then the screech of tires, your own scream mingling with your brothers yells…

And then nothing. Where were you? Were your brothers ok?

You blinked a few times, and your eyes were slowly able to focus on the room around you. It was dark, and cold, and…you recognized it. Not that you’d been in it before, but that you’d been in rooms like it.

When you saw the far wall covered in shiny steel drawers with metal handles, you realized what it was.

You were in a mortuary.

Your breath quickened as your heart rate picked up and your chest constricted. Were you dead? What was going on? Where were Sam and Dean?

Your trembling hands found your pocket, and to your surprise your phone was still there. You yanked it out and pressed the first number on your speed dial.

“Dean? I-I need help…”

…

“And you don’t remember anything?”

“No. Last thing I remember was the accident.”

Sam’s heart constricted as he realized he would have to tell his big brother that you were dead.

“So where’s dad? And Y/N?”

“Dad’s in his room.” Sam took a deep breath. “And-and Y/N’s-“

The ringing of Dean’s phone cut off Sam’s words.

“It’s Y/N,” Dean said, confused but relieved. “I wonder why she doesn’t just come in.” Dean didn’t notice all the color leaving Sam’s face. Dean answered, “Hey kid, where are you?”

“Dean?” Dean’s big brother instincts kicked in at the sound of your panicked voice and rushed breathing. “I-I need help…”

…

You were in the middle of explaining to your big brother where you were when your dad burst into the room.

“Dad?” You dropped the phone and ran to your father. To your surprise, he lifted you into his embrace and held you tightly. You were still trembling as you wrapped your arms around your dad’s neck and held on tight.

“What’s going on?” You choked past the lump in your throat. “Wh-why am I in here?”

“Shh,” John soothed, still unwilling to let you go. “It’s ok, princess, I promise. You’re safe now, I swear.”

“Dad, what happened?” John set you down, and you took a half step back. He kept his hands on your shoulders, as though he was afraid to let you go.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” he said, his lips twitching into a relieved smile. “You’re ok, that’s all that matters. Now c’mon, we should go find your brothers.”

…

“Y/N?” Dean frowned, lowering the phone. “I think I heard her say dad. He found her, I guess.” Dean finally noticed the panic on Sam’s face. “Sammy? What’s up?”

“I—“

“Sammy, De!” The brothers both turned at the sound of your voice to see you stepping into the room with John at your heels. You ran to Sam first, since Dean was laying down in the hospital bed. Sam held you in his arms, but Dean saw him staring at John over your shoulder. John avoided Sam’s gaze, and instead turned his attention to his eldest son. A relieved smile broke out on his face when he saw Dean, awake and healthier than he had been the last time John had seen him.

“Dean, you alright?” He asked, to which his son nodded.

“Yes sir.” Dean’s attention turned to you. “Kid, what was with the call? You ok?”

“She got a little lost,” John interrupted before you could speak, and he came to stand by you, putting his hand on your shoulder. “We’re all ok now, that’s what matters.”

Three sets of eyes all turned to stare at John, and they—with varying degrees of confusion—all sensed that he knew something that they didn’t.

Sam was the first to speak up about it.

“Where were you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” John answered.

You flinched in surprise when Sam’s voice raised to a yell.

“Dean was dying, and you just—“

Despite Sam’s tone, John’s interruption was calm.

“Can we…not fight? We always fight,” John chuckled almost sadly. “Half the time I don’t even know what we’re fighting about, we’re just butting heads.”

Sam’s brown wrinkled in confusion, but he didn’t try to restart the fight.

John took a long moment to look at each of his children in turn, and when his eyes met yours, a sickening sensation settled in the pit of your gut. You opened your mouth, intending to ask John what was wrong, but something in his expression stopped you.

There was a sadness lingering behind his eyes, and suddenly you felt as though you didn’t have much time left with your dad.

You didn’t know why you had that feeling, but it didn’t matter; you trusted your instinct. So while Sam and Dean turned their attention to each other, you tugged on John’s arm. When he leaned down, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he reciprocated your embrace, holding you tighter than he ever had before.

“Don’t go,” you whispered almost without meaning to, still having no idea why you felt like this.

John pulled away to look at you and you met his gaze, hoping to see confusion, hoping your dad would prove you wrong. Instead, there was a sad resolve in John’s eyes, and your heart sank.

“Daddy?” Your broken whisper had tears pooling in the corners of John’s eyes. You hadn’t called him that since you were around ten.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

After an endless moment, John pulled away and spoke to Sam.

“Hey Sam, could you get me some coffee?”

Sam pulled his attention from Dean and nodded a response at his father.

John nudged you, and you knew he wanted you to go with Sam. As you left the room, you spared one last glance at your father.

‘It’s okay,’ he mouthed silently.

…

You had the corner of Sam’s jacket fisted in your hand as the two of you returned to your father’s room. You felt the shift in the air the moment Sam got a glance into the room.

“Dad?” He choked as the coffee cup slipped from his hand.

Your heart pounded as you glanced around your big brother to see your dad sprawled on the floor in his room.

You didn’t speak as doctors and nurses rushed into the room, or when Dean ran to stand beside the two of you, or as the doctors tried to resuscitate John, or when they called the time of death.

You could tell that Sam and Dean had been holding their breaths, holding out hope that John would be saved.

But you knew he wouldn’t, you could feel it. He was gone.

And you knew it was your fault.

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anwn · 1 month

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adios shadow the hedgehog

sister piece to this one right there

#sth #shadow #shadow the hedgehog #gun commander #abraham tower #blingee art #gun

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purpleyoonn · 1 year

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baby (you complete us) 5

C H A P T E R F I V E

Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,

Pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan

Chapter Warnings: not much, anxious feelings, insecurities, joint dislocation, talk of kink, yoongi being a tease,

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Previously on baby (you complete us):

“I guess I should thank you for the box then, Yoongi?” You lean forward, causing the male to blush a little. He just nods shyly and says you’re welcome with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Well, thank you a lot, Yoongi. I appreciate the package and will make sure to wear this to the airport.” You smile, your small cheek dimples poking through as you do making Namjoon smile back. You move the items back in the box as the others shout protests. Claims of cheating thrown around, all of them wanting you to wear something they picked out to the airport.

“Maybe next time, you guys!” You try to ease the play fighting, thoroughly amused by the proud smirk on Yoongi’s lips.

It was about 4:30 in the morning and you were just getting to the airport, your brother having offered to drive you.

Actually, he showed up yesterday, unannounced, with food. Your sister had told him about your soul situation before you even had the chance. He demanded to go with you, but when you told him that the boys were paying for your ticket, he conceded as long as you made sure to call him and face time him so he could ‘talk’ to the boys.

He helped you pack, making sure all of your clothes fit into the two suitcases, and even took the time to put together all of your toiletries, or well, tried to before you stopped him. You didn’t need your older brother helping you put your private things together. After that, he stayed the night and bought dinner for you, even going as far as inviting your dad over.

That was a surprise.

You had to reassure your dad and brother that you were okay and not being forced to go. They were fully aware of your ten years of waiting, and of your feelings about the entire thing. They had to console you every year when it got to the anniversary of you receiving your bracelet.

“I don’t know about this, honey. Why now?” Your dad brought up good questions, but you reassured him that they were idols and their lives were extremely busy. He didn’t care though, not when he witnessed your tears.

And then, when he did get over that part, he asked you for their number so he could talk with them. You refused in embarrassment, knowing exactly what your dad wanted to talk about. You knew it wouldn’t really have much to do with talking and more to do with slight threatening and choice words. Daniel just laughed about the entire thing.

You were wearing the sweatshirt Yoongi had sent you along with a pair of comfy leggings and compression socks, wanting to be entirely comfortable for your almost sixteen-hour flight. You had one stop in Japan for an hour where you would definitely need to stretch and maybe get a coffee or something. You had your carry on duffle bag filled with your flight necessities, including the headphones, beanie, and kitty eye-mask Yoongi also sent. You even included the coloring book and markers.

You had your passport, both of them, in your sweatshirt pocket, not wanting them in your bag. The duffel bag almost reminded you of a large purse, oddly resembling Taehyung’s artist made collection bag but with the normal duffle bag material. It was nice and the size was perfect so you didn’t have to put it in the overhead shelves and you could just put in under the seat.

“Take your shoes off and place them in the bin.” You hear the TSA agent yell over the crowd.

Taking out your phone, you look over the ticket that Yoongi had transferred over. Yor flight left at 5:45 am, giving you enough time to get through TSA and check in, according to your dad at least.

You stand in line for a couple seconds, waiting for your chance at check in. You had your cane with you, resting on your arm as it hung so you could move with all of your luggage. When you get to the front, you put your things in front of you and place your cane on the floor.

“Hello, I am a little confused with the ticket my soulmate sent me. It doesn’t have a gate number on it.” You say to the woman who asks to see your ticket. When you show her the ticket on your phone, her eyes widen a little, before she calls someone over.

“I’m sorry ma’am. You have a private flight which means you need to be on the other side of the airport. I will have someone escort you over there.” Your eyes widen at the information as you stare back down at your phone.

“Oh, well thank you ma’am. I appreciate your help.” You smile at the woman before moving off to the side, struggling a little with your bigger suitcase. Not even a second later a large man wearing a security badge walked up to you.

“Are you Ms. L/n?” You nod your head slowly, a little unsure of how he knew your name.

“I am John. I was assigned to be your personal escort and guard for the time you are within the airport. Are these your bags?” You don’t get the chance to nod before he takes the handles of your suitcases, leaving you to have your duffle bag and cane.

It takes roughly ten minutes to walk to where you check in for the flight Yoongi booked for you. When you get there, the man behind the desk just asks for your name. You give it to him and watch as his eyebrows raise slightly before the computer beeps at him.

“Okay, these are your luggage tags, and this is your boarding pass. Our private lounge is off to that side where you can wait.” The man, named Michael from his nametag, hands you the papers which John moves in to grab before you can. He attaches your luggage tags to your suitcases and then nods his head before ushering you into the lounge.

It was a large room, fitted with an abundance of comfy looking couches and chairs, at least three vending machines, and a small bar.

“Alright Ms. L/n, you can wait here until the flight is to board. No one else has been given access to the room under Mr. Kim’s orders.” You wonder which ‘Mr. Kim’ he is referencing.

“Uhm, I was wanting to go and look for some coffee and breakfast, maybe. And wanted to get a couple of snacks for the flight.” You tell John, wondering if you were even allowed to leave the room now.

“Of course, Ms. L/n. I can escort you to your shopping. You can leave your luggage in here.” You follow along with his words, hoping he was telling the truth that no one else was allowed in the room.

He walks a little in front of you and to the side. You opted to keep your duffle bag on your person as you had your wallet in the front pocket. You also wanted to put your snacks in the duffle so you didn’t lose them.

John follows your lead, making sure no one comes near you which has people looking your way, trying to figure out who you were. It was a little weird and made you a little anxious. Nonetheless, you found a little store that sold snacks and you even managed to find a nice-looking packaged sandwich and a small container of cut up apples, cantaloupe, grapes and banana that looked fresh. You also got a bottle of water and some juice. And a bag of cheez-its.

After that, you decided on trying to find a place to get some coffee, putting your things into your duffle. You only now realized you didn’t go through any kind of security.

“Do I need to go through security?” You turn to John as you walk out to the little shop.

“No ma’am.” Oh, well that seems weird to you.

“Uhm, well is there anywhere I can get a coffee before we head back to the lounge?” John nods before walking forward and to the left. You follow him and watch as he leads you to a Starbucks. You thank him before getting in line and ordering your normal coffee order and getting a breakfast sandwich and a chocolate chunk cookie.

With your drink and treats in hand, you make your way back to the lounge. You make yourself comfy in one of the couches by a table where you set your things down and move to organize your duffle bag so your snacks didn’t get squished.

Hearing your ringtone go off, you pick your phone up to see Namjoon calling.

“Hello?” You answer only for a chorus of greetings back.

“Good morning, baby. Did you make it okay?” Namjoon is the first to speak.

“Good uh, morning? And I am in the lounge now. I picked up some coffee and breakfast along with a couple of snacks for the flight. Uhm, can I ask why I was given an escort and a private lounge completely to myself? Or what even a private flight is?” You ask as you move your computer to the front side of your duffle, planning on watching some movies during the flight.

“Your safety is our number one concern. If we can’t be there, or have any of our security with you, then this is the next best thing.” Namjoon answers, a small hum to his words as if trying to soothe your worries.

“Why would I need your security though? Did you guys make an announcement about everything without talking to me?” You ask, putting your full attention on the voices coming from the speaker.

“No, baby. We would never. This is more….” Namjoon pauses, trying to come up with the best answer for you, only for Jimin to finish. “For our worry.”

“Yeah, Jimin. This is more to ease our own concerns and worries.” Namjoon thanks his younger mate for his quick thinking. You nod your head before realizing they cant see you.

“Oh, okay. Well, there isn’t anything to worry about. John is a good security person. I’m also currently by myself in the lounge while he waits outside. He said not even he could be in here with me.”

“Okay. We are glad. Oh. Huh?” Namjoon turns to Yoongi who is reaching for the phone.

“Are you wearing my outfit?” Yoongi asks you once he gets the phone causing the others to laugh. Yoongi’s possessive nature coming out as he hears you.

You laugh a little. “Yes, Yoongi. I am wearing the sweatshirt you sent me. It is really soft and comfy. I have the beanie and mask in my duffle bag carry-on that Hoseok sent me. I also have the rest of the things you all sent me in my carry-on.” You reassure him, but also everyone else. You didn’t have a favorite before; you wouldn’t have one now.

“Good girl.” You were thankful you were the only one in this room right now, because you almost screamed. Your entire face was hot and you were now hiding your head in your hands.

“I’m uh, going to go and eat my breakfast now. I will text you all before I get on the plane.” You say goodbye before anyone else can say anything to make you actually scream next.

Yoongi winces, his smirk never leaving his face as Jin smacks him across the chest.

“You can’t just say things like that!” Jin yells, a little upset for how quickly you hung up on them.

“Well, at least now we know she feels like we do.” Jungkook speaks up, shrugging his shoulders.

“What are you talking about?” Hoseok asks, everyone looking toward the youngest.

“She got flustered, didn’t you hear her moan a little.” Everyone freezes as they try to think back.

“So, our baby has a bit of a praise kink…that’s good to know.” Jin muses, smiling at the others at all the new possibilities.

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You had just touched down in Tokyo, Japan and were waiting for the stewardess to let you know that you could get off the plane for your layover. You were told your luggage would stay on board, in the compartment up front they had placed it in when John had carried it on board. You hadn’t been able to get up yet but you already knew your joints were not going to be happy with you.

You could almost sense that you were going to have issues with your left hip especially. You had some issues getting comfortable with the angle of the seat at first, then after the nice stewardess showed you how to adjust the seat, you were able to get it into a nice and comfortable recline. But your body was not used to being in one position for so long.

You knew you could move during the flight, but you were terrified that the second you moved, the plane would crash and you would be the only one not strapped to your seat for safety. It was irrational and you knew it, but you were terrified of flying, which is why you were anxious about snacks and needing to make sure you had everything in your duffel bag while in the lounge.

“You can unbuckle now miss. We will be leaving in an hour so make sure to be back her by then, okay.” The nice stewardess who helped you before, Emilia, had come up and stood in front of your seat.

You unbuckled the seat, thanking her profusely before grabbing your duffle bag and moving to throw all your trash away. However, once you stood up, you almost immediately fell back into the seat.

“Oh my, Ms.! Are you okay?” Emilia rushed forward, moving to help you but you had to tell her to move back. Your hip was at an awkward angle and you knew that it had popped out.

“Ugh. This was not what I wanted.” You groan out as you try to apply pressure to your hip, gauging just how far it shifted out.

It took you several minutes to pop it back in and ask for Emilia to get you your cane. She handed it to you with a look of disbelief. Like she couldn’t believe you just did that by yourself. Once she saw how uncomfortable you were though, she realized she was staring.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Are you sure you are okay?” Emilia asks as you put some of your weight on your cane to get up. You just nod at her, trying to take deep breaths. You needed to go to the bathroom and refused to have someone help you sit on the toilet. Plus, this was your first time having this happen, and you knew you could do it.

“I’m okay, Emilia, I promise. I just need to walk a little and help my hip adjust.” You reassure her, despite the deep breaths you were taking as you walked. After a couple of steps you could feel the numbness setting in, making it a little easier to walk.

Once you made it to the bathroom, you decided you would have to explore the Tokyo airport at a different time. It was around one pm in Tokyo if the clock on the plane was correct. The time difference was definitely going to mess with you, that’s for sure.

You slowly made it back to your seat to see a little ice bag on the tray. You smile at the thought, knowing Emilia must have brought it over. You place one of the small pillows that came on the plane to the edge of the left side of your seat so you could prop the ice there before you sat down. You had to make sure the ice was where you needed it to be or it would do nothing but make you cold.

Once you got relaxed back into the reclined seat, your phone started ringing. You didn’t even look at the caller id before answering.

“He—”

“Baby! Are you alright? The stewardess called and told us what happened!” Namjoon’s voice called out, cutting you off. You couldn’t even get another word in before another voice started talking.

“The attendant says you should be here around three! We will be waiting for you! Jungkookie will carry you out.” Yoongi’s tone was frantic, almost making you wonder if this was how they were always going to handle your disability.

“Why can’t we be there for her! She is injured and our soulmate Joon! I don’t care what Sejin says! Jungkook, be ready to go in an hour.” Yoongi switches from English to Korean quicky, making you wonder if he remembered he was on the phone with you.

Jungkook is about to leave the room to go and put some pants on when Namjoon grabs his arm.

“No one is leaving to go anywhere. Yoongi-ah, we talked about this. We don��t want to overwhelm her. You know how insecure she is about this. How could she not be after all of those years thinking we didn’t want her. I know you want nothing more than to have her in your arms, safe and sound. It’s what we all want. But we cannot push her into this.” Namjoon’s words have them all pausing, Yoongi even sinking back down into the couch and handing the phone back to Namjoon, grumbling about ‘stupid thighs’.

“Sorry about that, baby. We are all just worried about you. We have a driver scheduled to pick you up from the airport and bring you to a hotel. We booked you there for a week. We wanted to give you time and knew you would probably be more comfortable there than in the dorms with us.” You were kind of shocked, expecting them to want you to stay with them. You knew from their actions that they probably wanted you to accept the bond, and it was just you being skeptical, but could anyone blame you?

“Thank you, Namjoon. You are right. I don’t think I would be too comfortable staying with you all so quickly.” You were shy admitting that, the boys could tell. It had Yoongi scooting down further in his seat. Jin practically pouting at the thought of you not wanting to stay with them, but he knew you needed time.

By the time it was time to hang up, Emilia had come back over and told you that you were going to be leaving in a couple of minutes.

“Well, I have to get going. I should be in Korea within an hour maybe? I’m not too sure.” You tell them, truly thankful for them, and glad they didn’t mention your hip again.

“Okay. Well please let us know when you touch down and when you get to the hotel.” With that, you say your goodbyes and you buckle back up into your seat.

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hai7ani · 5 months

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ANATHEMA beelzebub

sfw

the demonic destrudo. デストルドー

一 Eden has always grown the best apples.

It's a known fact all throughout Valhalla. Samael has always loved dragging you there with him to pick (or more like steal) apples with his friends, Lucifer and Azazel -- and the four of you would always get chased out and away by a few of the guards after.

That's also where you'd first met him.

He's leaning against the gate, a half-eaten apple that is still so red, still so fresh -- the wax reflective and shiny against the sun -- bouncing up and down against his palm in the air and the other hand pocketed in his coat.

And he looks at you -- dressed in what could be the most finest silk made in Heaven, and a book is gripped tight in your hand as you walk up to him in careful steps, skilfully avoiding the twigs and mud on the ground.

"Hello. I am,” you pause abruptly, head pointing down to stare at the ladybug crawling up your dress. You bring your pointer to it and watch as it climbs up your finger -- it stays, and you admire it. His eyes widen just a little at your kindness -- your desire to love and shine radiating brightly around your figure -- and you look at him again. You could tell he's avoiding your eyes, so you move to where his vision covers and meet him there. He lets out a breath. You continue. "I'm here for Samael. Have you seen him?"

His ears perks up at the mention of a familiar name, and it's when you smile -- the slightly higher lift on the left corner of your lips, and eyes as wide as the Sun -- that he finally sees the resemblance of you and the said man.

So you're an angel just like the three of them, he connects, and he makes it a note to stay away from you; he gets himself to swear to never look into your eyes. Ever.

I cannot afford to hurt such an innocent soul.

But he gets distracted when you reach a hand up to swipe away a dead, fallen leaf on his shoulder.

He catches your eye by accident -- they fold into thin crescents when you finish. He doesn't look away, and instead of loathing it, he finds himself to be rather enjoying your attention on him. But habit pushes him to scan you through for any malicious intent.

He doesn't find any.

And he falls without himself knowing.

"There." You're grinning now, and he mentally curses you with a scowl -- for being so pretty, so kind, so gentle.

Stupid, stupid woman. You are too nice to me.

For what?

He doesn't deserve it.

I am cursed. I am misfortune. I am the devil.

You must stay away.

Though your smile falters a little at his expression.

"Oh, I am sorry. It wasn't meant to be anything. I always do it for my brother . . . I'm sorry."

You bunch up the bottom half of your dress and take a step back, thinking that you must have crossed a boundary -- and you break the eye contact in the process.

That was the last straw.

He thinks he hasn't hated himself so much in eons, and that's a lot coming from someone who has loathed his entire identity his whole life.

You turn your back to him and wait by the gate -- as if nothing has happened; as if nothing has ever happened. Your dress sways with the wind and he thinks you look tiny. You seem regretful. You feel dejected. The atmosphere is tense. You're quiet; you're nothing like the girl who walked up to him. His nose flares at his thoughts, eyeballs vibrating in his sockets out of anger towards himself for making you feel this way.

He doesn't like that it is because of him. He wants to reach out to you; to tell you that he didn't mean to look at you that way -- it wasn't meant for you at all, that he knows where Samael is -- still inside, still busy stealing apples from the orchard. He wants to look into your eyes again. He wants to know your name -- he knows you are more than just Samael's sister. He wants to hear you speak again.

His left foot lifts from the ground.

But damned Samael emerges from the entrance, and you immediately morph into a bright doll at your brother's appearance, seemingly having to forgotten about the little moment you'd shared with the man who's standing five feet away from you. His breath hitches in his throat, left boot stopping halfway in the air, and it moves back down to match his footprint on the grass -- where it was; where it should be.

He swallows.

That's right. Know your place, fool. You cannot afford to hurt her.

"I gotta go. Lucifer, Azazel, ya guys better walk Beelzebub home, 'kay? See ya." Samael bids his friends goodbye with you walking beside and holding a matching apple in your hand. You wipe the wax off on your dress to take a big satisfying bite, and the crunch echoes across the proximity of your group. Azazel drools a little at the sound and moves to grab one for himself, and he offers his friend one, too.

He shakes his head.

And you hum at the taste; it's just like Samael said -- sweet and juicy, you ought to like it.

Though you turn your head back in a hurry as if you'd forgotten something, and Lucifer's eyes nearly pops out of its sockets when you don't look at him nor Azazel, but rather at the man who is standing in between the both of them -- shoulders shrunken in to give himself some security, some comfort -- and he seems a bit timid to you despite the gloomy expression planted on a man who fits everything that Mother has always told you to stay away from.

Mother's always said to stay away from sad boys -- the ones who never speak and never talk. They ought to bring bad news someday.

He stuns when it's your turn to catch his eyes instead.

It's okay, Mother. I like him.

"I'll see you again, Beelzebub."

Your lips are wet with juice as you say it -- the corners lifted into a shy little smile as you quickly turn back and try hard to ignore your brother's suspicious gaze -- and he flushes a bright red when Lucifer brings a hand up to slap him hard on the shoulder. Him, an immortal, winces a little at it, but still, he refuses to acknowledge any of his friends' fits and whines as he rubs a palm over the sting that almost feels like a burn.

Lucifer and his damn strength.

He clicks his tongue a little.

"The hell?! Did'cha talk to her? Tell me!" Lucifer pushes, but Beelzebub doesn't reply. Heck, none of them even believes he's in the right mind to speak to anyone with how he's still so stunned from it -- how you were still so nice to him, despite all that he's made you felt earlier.

Beelzebub stares at your disappearing figure as you stroll out of the forest with your brother, and many thoughts runs through his logical mind.

You'll hurt her. Stay away.

You are cursed. You'll bring nothing but harm.

Stay away.

Guess he'll have to betray it this time.

this was interesting to write :0 i might finish this some day

#解 #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv x reader #ror x reader #record of ragnarok x reader

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inmymagnetoera · 2 months

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Dragneto headcanons

-Her name is Maxine Maximoff (She likes the sound of two "Max" in her name lmao).

-When she is Maxine she is cheerful and sociable, when he is Erik he is introverted and sulky.

-Erik works in an office as an engineer and only Emma and Azazel know about his second lifestyle.

-He started after some of his college friends did makeup on him while he was drunk and he discovered that he liked it.

-She sees the other drag queens in the club where she performs as little sisters.

-Charles fell in love at first sight after meeting Maxine while he was at her club with some friends.

-When they arrange to meet the next day and Erik introduces himself as Erik, Charles falls in love at first sight a second time.

-Charles is her biggest fan.

-SHE LOVES GLITTER.

#cherik #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #x men #I LOVE DRAG QUEEN!ERIK #No literally it's even canon cause like Charles told him he was beautiful in the club

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I like Jody but she's only a few years older than Dean (she was born in 1976, he was born in 1979), therefore more likely to be a love interest than a mom for them. It's very odd how the women who are of a similar age to the guys in the show end up with this weird 'mom' framing.

Hi! I completely understand where you are coming from with this but I will have to agree to disagree. I don’t see Jody’s relationship with the brothers as odd. Yes, they are around the same age but have different life experiences. For example, Sam and Dean were never raised to be thriving adults in society. They barely managed to go to school. Their parents wasn’t around for almost their entire lives. It was just Sam and Dean against the world, facing trauma and pain the entire time. They needed people to fall back on. They needed a semblance of normality and love. Jody provided that by playing the “mother” role. Charlie provided that by playing the “sister” role. Bobby provided that by playing the “father” role. They created the family that they never had unintentionally. And I believe it’s because their own family never cared about them. John didn’t care. Mary didn’t care. Samuel didn’t care. If their blood relatives had to go through the same torture that Sam and Dean went through to save Sam and Dean, they wouldn’t do it. Samuel sold his own grandsons to Crowley. Now I will give John the benefit of the doubt, he did step up. When Dean was dying, he sold his soul to Yellow Eyes. When Azazel was going to kill Dean, he fought his way out of hell to distract Azazel long enough for Dean to kill him. I believe John cared but had a sorry way of expression it and he apologized too little, too late. But that’s just my opinion! No hard feelings either way. I enjoy talking about SPN and passing opinions back and forth. I enjoy showing my point of view and hearing other peoples point of views. It’s entertaining and interesting and brings us all together, I believe! So if you have any other questions or statements or just want to voice an opinion then feel free! That applies to everyone reading this too. Let’s talk! Just be respectful and friendly even if someone doesn’t agree with your opinion.

- WaywardSeraph🪽

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Ah, wonderful choice, Little Wanderer! Browse the stories, take your time. If there is something else you would like to read, just come back to me. If you don’t find what you’re looking for, make a request to the librarian.

[Sandman-inspired playlist]

1. The Sandman / Morpheus / Dream of the Endless

➳ Imagine being the one who releases Morpheus ➳ [Part 2] ➳ [Part 3] ➳ [Part 4] ➳ [Part 5] ➳ [Part 6] ➳ [Part 7] ➳ [ENDING] ➳ [ALT. ENDING]

➳ "Godless" -> You risk your own life to make sure he’s safe.

➳ "The Right Honourable" -> Morpheus is in love with his advisor but it takes a hundred years in captivity to make him admit that

➳ "Snooping" -> When you uncover his fiancee's scheme, Morpheus doesn't believe you and tells you to leave him for good. After over two hundred years, he comes to apologize and confess something he should have said a long time ago.

➳ "Gilded Cage" -> [Dark!Morpheus] In a desperate attempt to make you happy, Morpheus takes advantage of your own sorrow to imprison you in Dreaming like a bird of paradise in a gilded cage. ➳ "Silvered Perch" -> Morpheus eavesdrops on your conversation with Matthew about whether or not you're happy at Dreaming. He considers methods of forcing you to stay but, as it turns out, that won't be necessary.

➳ "Pillars of Eternity" -> [Wisdom!Reader] In a spell-go-wrong, Rodrick Burgess manages to summon you: Wisdom incarnate. Noticing a strange and quite unnerving change in the world, Morpheus ventures into the Waking World to investigate, only to find someone he's always been looking for.

➳ "The Just and the Wicked" -> [Wisdom!Reader] Your idyllic life with Morpheus is interrupted by the visit of your brother, Decay, who informs you that one of Karma's agents, a Palace of Justice, had died. The mystery becomes only stranger when an ancient, unholy fraction seems to be involved - the same one that surely helped Rodrick Burgess in capturing you.

➳ "Que sera, sera" -> [Wisdom!Reader] Following his invitation, Morpheus and you visit Time on Seas of Oblivion. What seems like a social call is really a need for a favour.

➳ Imagine accidentally summoning Morpheus ➳ [Part 2]

➳ You have insomnia and he helps you fall asleep

➳ Morpheus falls in love with Johanna Constantine's apprentice

➳ "Lay your head on me" -> comfort blurb

➳ You flinch and he reassures you he's unlike your previous lovers

➳ You get hurt and he's scared [warning: violence, self-harm, cliche cringe]

➳ You're practically a queen but wear no crown and he's feeling guilty

➳ He reads to you to help you fall asleep

➳ He carried you to bed [SFW]

➳ He gives you his coat and absolutely loves it

➳ Morpheus as 'shaper of forms'

➳ He's not a fan of someone hitting on the girl he 'likes'

➳ "Kupala Night (Midsummer)" -> Sit around the bonfire on the shortest night of the year to listen to a story about the god of dreams and his beloved queen. All that we do on Kupala Night - the wreaths, the fern flower, the bonfire jumps - will then become clear.

➳ "Train of thoughts" -> [short] Coaxed by his sister, Morpheus sits in front of a strange woman on a train.

➳ Dark!Morpheus and a tattoo of 'Endless'

➳ "Unwanted Guests" -> Having received the key to Hell, Morpheus is visited by various emissaries, who show more interest in his wife than he'd like. ➳ Unwanted Guests: Crescendo -> The night takes a different turn when Azazel reveals mortifying leverage. ➳ Unwanted Guests: Diminuendo -> No longer in possession fo the key to Hell, Morpheus must think of another way to get you back.

➳ Why there are no phones or clocks in dreams [short & fluffy]

➳ "And deliver us from evil" -> Morpheus is busy rebuilding his kingdom and searching for escaped dreams when he learns that the League of Nameless has appointed a new leader. Nazurtheth, a faceless title he has grown to fear, warns him that she's going to take care of the rogue nightmares if he doesn't and make him bear the consequence of his failure.

2. The Corinthian

➳ "I met you tomorrow" -> There’s a stranger in your recurring nightmare. At the break of dawn you forget about him, while an unfamiliar man seems to know you.

➳ "Lay your head on me" -> comfort blurb

➳ The Corinthian has a crush on Morpheus's spouse [warning: nudity but no smut] ➳ [Part 2] ➳ [Part 3]

➳ He becomes obsessed with chasing an immortal

➳ He visits your, his friend's, grave

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