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threewaywithdelusion · 5 months

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Flirting with Danger (Robin & Eddie & Steve snippet)

“Hey, Eddie? Why do you flirt with Steve so much?”

Eddie froze. Eddie was always in motion, so it was strange to see him still. Eddie thought he ran, but that wasn’t true. He deflected, he made himself larger than life, turned parts of himself that he was confident about into a target. Unless he was really, really afraid. Then he froze.

Robin understood his other habits. She babbled when she was nervous. She preferred being teased for talking too much or for being a klutz than the other things she was worried people noticed about her.

But Robin had never used outrageously flirting with Steve as a tactic. She’d made fun of him, sure, but it had been hilarious watching The Hair strike out with literally every single girl who’d ever walked into Scoops Ahoy.

What Eddie was doing was different.

Robin forged on, her mouth running ahead of her brain, as usual. “Cause, like, I get it. He’s pretty and all and he makes some really funny faces when you do that. But he doesn’t really reciprocate so I would have stopped by now if I were you, but who knows, I’ve never even been on a date so maybe my problem is that I give in early. Oh my god. Maybe you’re actually doing this right.”

Eddie raised his hands in a wide gesture. “Woah, Buckley, chill. And lower your voice.”

Robin looked around. They were still alone, the only ones in Steve’s living room. But she understood why Eddie was afraid of this conversation being overheard, even if she thought anyone with eyeballs must have realized he was hitting on Steve by now. Except maybe Mike Wheeler, who was blind to just about everything, and Dustin, who was still determined to set Steve up with either Robin or Nancy, and Lucas, who was still distracted with his girlfriend’s recovery.

Okay, maybe not everyone had noticed.

“Sorry,” Robin said. “But come on, you can tell me.”

Eddie looked around again, then leaned in dramatically. “Okay, this is going to sound stupid, but. I don’t know how well you knew Steve a few years ago.”

“Not well. We had Mrs. Click’s class together two years ago, but besides that our paths never really crossed.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Well Steve and I didn’t exactly run in the same circles, but we ran in overlapping ones. I was a junior when he was a sophomore, and then we were seniors together. And I’ve been dealing to the basketball jocks for years, so I saw him around at parties and shit. And he was… very different than he is now.”

“You don’t have to tell me that Steve was an asshole. I know that.” Robin eyed Eddie, confused on what this had to do with all the flirting. Was Eddie just irresistibly into people who did hardcore self-improvement? “He knows that too, by the way.”

“I guess,” Eddie said. “I mean, he seems to. But that kind of evolution? It’s basically unbelievable, right. Like, if I wrote some DnD campaign where someone started out as a villain like that and turned into the hero, no one would buy it.”

Robin was taken aback.

Hold up. This wasn’t lovestruck gushing. The only person allowed to insult Steve like that was Robin. Maybe Dustin on a good day.

“He wasn’t a villain,” Robin said heatedly. “He was an asshole and an idiot, but he was no worse than every other jock who goes to our school and he was a hell of a lot better than a lot of them, even then.”

Eddie’s face turned dark. “You didn’t hear the shit he said.”

No, she hadn’t. She’d overheard sometimes, when he’d called some kid or another a freak or a nerd, but she’d had no reason to hang around Steve back when they’d both been in high school. She was thankful for that sometimes. She knew Steve was different now and that he regretted the things he’d said and done in the past. But it was easier to forgive him when she didn’t know exactly what he was guilty of.

“He can’t have been worse than Billy Hargrove. Or Jason Carver.”

Eddie scoffed. “Yeah, cause being better than Billy Hargrove or the guy who convinced the whole town I was in a satanic cult and then tried to murder me is a real selling point. What a high bar.”

He leaned in closer to her. “He was a bully, Robin. He made life awful for kids like me. Like those kids in there.” He jabbed a finger at the kitchen, where Steve was teaching The Party how to cook. “The nerds, the geeks, the outcasts, the queers. And I guess you and I and those kids are proof that he doesn’t care about the bullshit high school social hierarchy anymore. But there are some things people still hold against you out here in the real world.”

Robin scoffed. “So you’re trying to prove that Steve — Steve who fights monsters from another dimension off with a baseball bat and babysits a bunch of fifteen-year-old nerds — is still the guy you knew?” Robin fought to keep her volume down when she wanted to scream. “Cause Steve is the best person I know. He’s brave and selfless and so fucking kind, like good from the bottom of his soul, and he’s a little vain and a little slow but he isn’t anything worse than that. And fuck you for thinking that kind of thing about my best friend.”

Eddie shook his head slowly. “I’m not denying he’s good to you, Robin. But in this little group, our fucking lives depend on each other. So excuse me for trying to find out if he’s good to people like me.”

Robin only had time to blink before Eddie continued.

“I know flirting with him is insane and maybe a little suicidal. But I just want to know how far I can push him before he snaps. If he’s gonna say some shit or hit someone for acting queer, I’d rather it be me than W- one of those kids. And I’d rather know before I’m trusting him to have my back in a fight against a monster that preys on our fucking fears and traumas.”

Robin stared at Eddie for a long moment. She couldn’t believe that she and Steve had both been wrong. Eddie hadn’t been genuinely flirting with Steve, but he also hadn’t been using Steve as a safe option. Hell, Steve had been so far off it would have been laughable if it wasn’t so sad.

Robin remembered when she’d come out to Steve, stinking of vomit and high out of her mind and just as afraid as she’d been in the secret Russian bunker.

She understood why Eddie was afraid. She probably would have been too, if she didn’t know Steve like she did. If the drugs hadn’t loosened her tongue and allowed her to tell Steve a secret she’d never shared with anyone else.

There was only one thing she could think to do.

“Steve!” Robin called.

A moment later Steve came running through the doorway, a kitchen knife in his hand. He visibly relaxed when he saw that Robin and Eddie were just sitting on the couch and not being attacked by monsters from the Upside Down.

“Robin! How many times have we talked about this? If you just scream for me, I’m going to assume something is trying to eat you.”

Robin snorted. “You say that, but you called me in a panic when you ran out of hairspray before a date and you started with the words ‘Robin, this is an emergency. I need your help.’”

Steve dragged a hand over his mouth. “I- okay, I did. But-“

“Anyway,” Robin cut him off. “I wanted to tell you earlier, but all your little ducklings were crowded around you learning how to use a stove.”

“Tell me what?” Steve asked.

Robin grinned. She pulled a little slip of paper from her pocket and waved it out towards Steve. “Vickie’s digits.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up in a slightly offensive look of shock. “Holy shit, Robin, you actually managed to get her number?”

He shot a glance at Eddie, probably wondering why Robin was choosing to have this conversation in front of Eddie Munson.

Robin ignored the look and smirked. “Vickie was complaining about how she hasn’t seen a movie in ages, since the mall burned down. I told her that I work at the video store and that my very platonic best friend has a giant tv we could borrow if she wanted the full experience. And that we could make popcorn and eat candy and do all the things teenagers are supposed to do in movie theaters. And she said ‘everything?” all suggestive and I almost died! And I told her everything, so I need to steal your house and I need you not to be in it.”

Steve sputtered. “You totally stole my line. Oh my god. You said you didn’t want my dating advice, and then you stole my exact pickup line! And my house!”

Robin rolled her eyes. “What’s yours is mine, Dingus. Even your cheesy pickup lines.”

Steve grinned, looking proud.

Robin beamed back at him. She loved that she could go to Steve, that he was her biggest cheerleader when it came to her love life. That he had never once, from the moment he had learned she was gay, made her feel strange or freakish or different for liking girls. She’d tested him, maybe, a little. In the beginning. When she’d started with innocuous little comments about Molly Ringwald looking generally pretty in the Breakfast Club or the cute girl at Family Video having a nice smile. Steve hadn’t blinked, which had given her the courage to say more, to comment on actress’s collarbones or chests or thighs, to talk about her crushes growing up, to call dibs on customers and be pleasantly surprised when Steve refused to flirt with the girls Robin had chosen, even if they were hopelessly straight and even if they flirted with him first.

Robin had never trusted anyone the way she trusted Steve, with every part of herself, knowing that there was nothing she could show him that would make him love her less.

Eddie was staring between them, dark eyes wide in shock and disbelief.

“Wait,” Eddie said, waving his arms wildly. He pointed at Robin. “You are a lesbian?”

Robin nodded. “Yep! 100% all into the ladies.”

She knew Eddie was safe. There had been rumors about him being gay for years and she’d just watched him spend the past several weeks flirting with Steve Harrington of all people. He’d all but just told her he was queer. But it was still terrifying. She’d only ever told Steve, and she’d been high on Russian truth serum then.

Robin’s heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. Her hands were trembling.

Steve, bless his head of beautiful hair, realized at that moment that Eddie hadn’t already known about Robin. He walked closer very quickly, putting himself between Robin and Eddie as best as he could while he was standing and they were both sitting on the couch.

It was a sweet gesture, especially from a man who had lost every fight he’d ever been in.

“And you,” Eddie said, swinging to point his finger at Steve, jabbing it into his stomach, “knew about this?”

Robin could only see the side of Steve’s face, but he was watching Eddie with a hard look. “If you have a problem, you and I can take this outside.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. He looked from Steve, to Robin, then back to Steve.

Steve didn’t move.

“Holy shit,” Eddie said, more to himself than anything.

Steve tensed.

“I don’t have a problem,” Eddie said, leaning back against the couch in an artful slouch. He turned to look at Robin, trying to hide his wide-eyed surprise behind a casual look. “Damn Robin, good for you, finding love in the apocalypse. While the rest of us suffer the woes of portals to hell and the perils of monster attacks, you’ve actually gone and found yourself true love.”

Robin smiled. “Or a movie date. You know. One of the two.”

Steve was looking between the two of them, his brow furrowed in that adorable look of confusion that he got sometimes.

“I don’t understand anything that just happened here,” he said.

Robin snorted. She was about to tell Steve that he should mind his business when Eddie said, still in that fake-casual tone, “I’m gay.”

Steve blinked, his eyebrows raising slightly. He looked taken aback. “Um, yeah.” He glanced at Robin, then back to Eddie. “I know I’m not the sharpest bulb in the box, but I’m really good at reading people. Especially when they’re flirting. Flirting is my specialty. You were really obvious, man.”

Eddie’s dark eyes were wide as he watched Steve.

Steve pushed his hair back nervously. “Was I not supposed to know that?”

Slowly, a grin grew on Eddie’s face. “No, that makes sense. I was just making sure we were on the same page.”

Steve started frowning again. “About…? Oh. Wait. Is this- are you trying to ask me out? Because, I’m flattered dude, but I’m not- I mean. I like girls. A girl. Who doesn’t like me back, but, you know, the heart wants what it wants and all that shit.”

Eddie shot Robin an incredulous look. She gave him a close-lipped smile and a nod.

Yeah, dude. Her best friend was awesome.

“No, Steve,” Eddie said. “I’m not trying to ask you out. The last person I wanted to date got murdered by a super-powered psychopath right in front of me and it was quite traumatizing, so I think I’m taking a break from all that dating-slash-falling-in-love stuff for a while.”

Steve’s face scrunched up as he thought for a long moment. “Patrick?”

Robin snorted, feeling hopelessly fond.

Eddie looked stupefied. “Chrissy, Steve. Remember Chrissy? Who was beautiful and sweet and not actually trying to murder me for starting a cult?”

“But… Chrissy’s a girl?”

“I like both, man,” Eddie said.

“Oh,” Steve said. Then a second later, “That’s a thing?”

Eddie laughed. He had a look in his eye, like he still couldn’t quite believe Steve was taking this so well but he was grateful for every second of it.

“Like Bowie,” Robin tried to explain. “He likes both.”

Eddie snapped his fingers and pointed at Robin. “Exactly. Bowie’s metal as fuck.”

Steve looked like he was about to say something when Dustin’s voice came from the kitchen “Steve! Come tell Mike he’s doing it wrong!”

“I’m not doing it wrong! The pasta’s supposed to look like that.”

“No pasta is ever supposed to look like that,” Erica’s voice sounded loudly over the rest. “What? Just the facts!”

“My mom’s pasta looks like that.” That was Will.

Then Dustin again. “Thanks for proving my point, dude. Steve!”

Steve was smiling softly as the kids all roared for his approval.

“Go help your kids, Dingus,” Robin said. “And know that I’m not eating anything made by Mike or Dustin.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said. “I’ll make you something else. Eddie?”

Eddie grinned. “Nah man, I’m with you. It’s our job to eat whatever the little shits made and pretend it’s good, right?”

Steve grimaced. “Yeah.”

He left, muttering about being the goddamn babysitter under his breath.

Robin turned to Eddie, eyebrows up, expectant.

“Alright, fine! I believe I owe the Lady my apologies,” Eddie said. “I didn’t mean to malign your best friend’s honor and besmirch his good name.”

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #mia writes fanfiction #robin buckley #Eddie munson #Steve harrington

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blues824 · 1 year

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Hello I was wondering can I request the obey me brothers with a s/o who is like Bayonetta she’s a witch who can control time used guns and other things as weapons and she’s able to summon demons using her hair

On the Wiki for Bayonetta, there is a lot, so I’ll be keeping it strictly to the request. I also looked around and couldn’t find how exactly she summons the demons through her hair.

Lucifer

He’s very impressed by your abilities. There’s not a lot of humans that can do any of the things you do. Hell (see what I did there?), there’s not even a lot of demons who could do half the things you are able to.

You are literally able to speed yourself up. He appreciates the way you use that power, too. When one of his brothers is about to do something super crazy and destructive, you are able to stop them for him and that reduces his stress by a lot. Plus, the way you both carry yourselves so elegantly just goes so perfectly.

A while ago, the House of Lamentation went out to go airsofting and he was on your team along with Beel and Asmo. He noticed how you didn’t need any instructions and easily got the other team out in a matter of seconds. Not just that, but the way you held the gun made it seem as though you’ve been doing it for years.

In one of the multiple times where he comes close to killing you, he hears the words you chant and how you summon a demon through your hair. This demon was much more powerful than any he has ever seen, and he realized that this demon was much different than those you would find in the Devildom. It was one of the few times where he was genuinely scared about how powerful you are.

Mammon

Is most definitely scared of you. He has seen your power, he can even feel it from just standing next to you. No one he has ever met, not even any of the witches, has ever had that much power. But also, you’re a witch, so he’s terrified.

He would try and get you to use your power to speed yourself up while he’s gambling. He tries to tell you that you would get a split of the winnings (man thinks 80/20 is fair) but you refuse because you’re smart. Instead, you aid his opponent to get your point across.

In the airsoft outing that the HoL did, he was on the opposing team. He was out in the first 5 seconds because of you. He threw a fit, but took a minute to realize that you had precise aim and a good handle on the airsoft gun. Not just that, but you held yourself with elegance and grace, without remorse at your actions.

During one of the many times where he threatened you, you got sick of it. You decided to teach him a lesson. You summoned Madama Butterfly, and Mammon was scared shitless. Everyone could feel the power and the link between the two of you, and the second-born knew that he was no match for either of you.

Leviathan

You remind him of the human-world RPG game! He will admire you from afar because he thinks that you’re just so freaking cool. However, he knows not to get on your bad side. He can feel the power radiating off of you.

Because he hasn’t caused you too much trouble, you help him with getting the stuff he wants online. You’re able to speed yourself up, so you get the item he wants the quickest. He always makes sure to get you something you need in return.

In the airsofting outing, he was on the opposing team. He thinks he is going to do fairly well considering all the shooting games he plays. Imagine his surprise and anger when he was out in the first few seconds. He turned and saw you, having a good grasp on the weapon.

He was livid. He brought out his demon form and everything. You smirked and brought out Madama Butterfly. That made Levi falter because he could sense the raw power coming from the two of you. He knows that he would never even come close to trying to kill you, so he admitted defeat before things got ugly.

Satan

He’s intrigued. He has never met a human who has as much power as you do before. He would ask a few questions here and there about your abilities and what kind of witch you are and the properties associated with your clan.

He hasn’t caused you much trouble either, you help him get the books he wants first. He will pay you back by taking you out to your favorite places. A little birdie told him that you like lollipops~ You both make quite the elegant couple, I add. On the way to a candy shop or a bookstore, everyone stops and stares because of how graceful you two are.

In the airsoft outing, he is assigned to the opposing team. He figures that it’s best if he hides rather than go on the offense. After all, someone with your skill would be able to get him out very quickly. He might as well not have put in the effort because you were easily able to find him anyway.

He was so unfathomably angry that he broke out into his demon form. You, finding it amusing, decided to bring Madama Butterfly to come out and play. Now, Satan knew that it was useless to even attempt to fight, but he was blinded by rage. He charged but was easily swept to the side and into the wall. You knelt over him and smirked, asking if he was done with his little tantrum yet.

Asmodeus

You’re so beautiful, Y/N~ is probably the first thing he said to you when he first met you. He was immediately swooning to see someone so beautiful, and so powerful. He could feel the magic surging through your body.

He would also be grateful for your speeding-up abilities because now it would cause less stress on him to know that his older brother Mammon isn’t out and about making a mess of everything like he always does.

In the airsofting outing, he is placed on the same team as you. He was worried about getting bruises on his beautiful skin when he heard the overhead announcement that your team won. He was confused until he saw you walking back with a smug smirk on your face.

He remembers the time where Lucifer lashed out and almost killed you when you defended Luke and Beel. He was pleading with his oldest brother not to when he saw you smiling and in a fighting position next to a demon who looked like a butterfly. He was shocked because he could feel the raw power coming off of you and said demon, but Lucifer looked shocked and even a bit scared. It was then Asmo realized that you might be more powerful than the Demon King.

Beelzebub

He honestly didn’t really care at first, but then he was hit by a concerning sense of overwhelming power coming from somewhere in the room. He hadn’t felt it until you arrived, so he put two and two together.

I feel like he would joke about you using your ability to get him some food, but he doesn’t want to use you for your ability. You do it for him anyway on occasions, like if he wins a Fangol game or if he does particularly well during a workout.

In the airsoft outing, he is placed on the same team as you. He’s happy that he’s paired up with you, but he thinks that you don’t stand a chance against someone like Leviathan. However, when he hears the overhead announcement that your team won in a matter of seconds, he turns and sees you smirking and flicking some of your hair over your shoulder.

Some of his brothers that were on the other team were very angry, so they came charging at you in anger. He was about to step in when he saw you standing next to another demon. The overwhelming feeling he got when you first arrived in the Devildom came flooding back, and he felt like he was going to pass out. Then, in seconds, the brothers who attacked you were on their backs, groaning in pain. He was shocked that you would do such a thing.

Belphegor

He most definitely didn’t care about you the first time he met you. However, he knew that you weren’t easily manipulatable. You were able to see right through him, actually. Plus, this is when he noticed the power you radiated. It was unlike anything he’s ever seen before.

He would be kind of jealous over the abilities you have, but especially the one that allows you to speed yourself up. He wouldn’t be locked up if he had that ability, after all. However, he knows that it isn’t the extent of your abilities.

In the airsoft outing, he is placed on the opposing team. He didn’t want to be there in the first place. He was low-key relieved when he felt the shot. Sure, it hurt a little, but that meant that he could sleep away the round. His brothers didn’t seem to see the same picture because they were angry. Satan and Levi were both in their demon forms and charging at you. However, he noticed that there was another demon standing next to you. One much more powerful. In a matter of milliseconds, the two were on the floor with the wind knocked out of them. You knelt above one of them while looking at the other, tauntingly asking them if they were finished with their fits. He had to hold back a small chuckle.

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beevean · 4 months

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I keep forgetting that Netflix!Isaac is supposed to be the same character as the one from the source material, based on character design alone. Dude looks like a goody-good Christian boi who would dare never show even an inch of skin. Making him black is completely irrelevant to the change in his character design, too, because the show's own concept art for his potential designs proves that they could have kept his manwhore-ness completely intact at least aesthetically- so I don't want to hear the whole, "You don't like the redesign because they changed their race!" response from people in this case. Dude just doesn't have the slutty "vibe" as he was clearly meant to.

Isaac's race swap bothers me only for one reason: what they did with it is lazy. They gave him an unnecessary "former slave" background that honestly reeks of Americacentrism - oh, of course African people can only exist in Europe as slaves! What do you mean that the Transatlantic Slave Trade wasn't a thing yet?

I keep saying this, but if you wanted Isaac to suffer persecution for real life reasons, and if you really really really wanted the Devil simp to be of color (whatever makes you happy...), he could have fled from the Emirate of Granada.

This was the last independent Muslim state in Europe until 1492. As the show takes place in 1476, we're at the tail-end of the Reconquista. You know. The Christian kingdoms fighting to reconquer the Iberian peninsula from the Ottoman Empire?

Isaac could have fled from the war, as a young Muslim boy with red hair which marked him as a spawn of the Devil and with a "satanic" interest in black magic (in the flashback of his childhood, he says that he wanted to learn magic to help his master - in this version he could have simply be instinctively attracted to forbidden spells and unnerved everyone around him, even if we keep the show idea that he did not perform magic as a child like Hector did).

It was all here! And it would have been actually pretty interesting! And it would have tied with all the themes, both "Forgemasters shunned from the human world for their affiliation with darkness" from the games and CHURCH BAD from the show.

Of course, this is also not a necessary change. Hector and Isaac suffering the same type of persecution and reacting to it in different ways (Isaac being perfectly happy to follow Dracula in his mass slaughter and Hector not believing every single human deserves to die) is kind of an important part of their character.

(also, making the Devil simp a Muslim is very... questionable, even more so than making him black. By all means, Hector and Isaac should be complete athetists. No God would love them, except for Dracula.)

But this would imply that Ellis and the gang cared about Hector and Isaac, both as their own characters and as foils. They did not.

The other thing that bothers me is that the show artists can't even take credit for N!Isaac's prim and proper outfit:

Kojima, who is not a hack, can use clothes to convey characterization and state of mind. I talked about this here and here, about halfway through. But yeah, Isaac's slutty outfit isn't only just fanservice for the sake of fanservice: Isaac let his proper clothes rot off his body after Hector broke them, as the Curse eroded his sanity. The contrast with this very conservative uniform is so that we can see how low he has fallen after Hector's betrayal and Dracula's death.

(also, in PtR, Hector and Isaac wear the same uniform, with the same crest. because it's a uniform. what is the fucking reason n!hector goes around with knight clothes while n!isaac goes with a cassock, and why in the hell do they have different crests. i fucking hate this so much it's stupid it's so stupid!!)

Anyway. Isaac is a deeper character than anyone gives him credit to. And it deeply annoys me how N!Isaac is touted as an improvement, when he keeps nearly nothing about Isaac and he seems to have been redesigned and reimagined out of spite for the source material.

also i headcanon isaac and julia as italian due to their surname. now this would be peak representation

#anti netflixvania #isaac laforeze #also friendly reminder that isaac got de-whorified #but drolta :) oh drolta :)

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hxney-lemcn · 1 year

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A Speed Demon and His Demon Partner — Peter Maximoff x gn! mutant! reader

Summary: Having their life changed by their DNA, reader ends up a to be a mutant. Luckily, Peter Maximoff is by their side and they end up on a wild ride.

tw: cursing, injury, anxiety, claustrophobia (if i missed any, let me know)

a/n: So this is basically a bunch of my daydreams meshed into one story, so don't mind that the transitions between scenes are kinda messy.

wc: 10.5k

(Read it on ao3 here)

You don’t realize what you take for granted until it’s gone. Don’t realize how cruel the world can be until it hurts you. I never understood the hatred towards mutants. I still don’t. They’re people, just like anyone else. People feared what they didn’t understand. It’s a concept as old as time.

What I understand now is how lucky non mutants are. Hell, even mutants with only mental differences even had it better. Of course this isn’t a competition and all mutants have it rough.

Though my situation was pretty ironic. Growing up in a religious household and all, only to look like the child of satan. Yeah, that’s right. My mutation didn’t happen until I was about 16. I woke up and noticed the fact that my skin was a deep red and my nails were sharp. I looked into the mirror with horror. Two horns protruded through my skull and the roots of my hair were black.

At that moment, it felt like my entire world ended. I was a mutant, and one that couldn’t hide. I had no idea what my family would think, let alone my grandma. I knew my mom was more open to mutants, but I was still worried she would have some stigma about the way my mutation looked.

So I hid myself in my room for as long as possible. I didn’t go to school, I didn’t go out unless everyone was asleep in the house. I know my mom was worried…but I didn’t care. I mean I looked like a literal demon. I knew it would come out sooner or later, but my mom found out. She caught me in the middle of the night while I went to make food. She looked scared at first, I probably looked mortified. Yet she sat me down and told me she would never hate me, mutant or not, and I felt like maybe not everything was terrible for once.

She understood my decision to not see my grandma anymore, but she said something that shattered the happiness. And that was that I would still have to go to school. I felt like a weight was dropped right on top of me. Mutants weren’t illegal, but they were highly hated on, and honestly I was scared for my safety.

So the first day back I wore a hoodie, jeans, boots, hat, sunglasses, anything and everything that could somehow hide my appearance. What I totally forgot that homeroom was my first class and that I was the tutor of someone that tended to be annoying.

The one and only Peter Maximoff. He was seen as a problem child and the class clown, though tutoring him gave me more insight to who he was. He had trouble focusing, and with the way he would fidget made me believe that whole heartedly. Which tended to make our ‘tutoring sessions’ more into time for us to joke around.

Anyways, back to the previous point. When I entered the class I was relieved to see that Peter was nowhere in sight. Only to feel my stomach drop as he plopped into the seat next to me. I kept my face down, staring at the wood patterned plastic.

“Fancy seeing you here,” I could hear the smile in his voice which quickly turned to concern. “You alright? You haven’t been here for a while.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I mumbled, tugging on my hood. I saw Peter lean in from the corner of my eye, he was trying to make eye contact.

“You sure?” He asked, his voice sounding endearingly soft.

“What are your thoughts on mutants?” I blurted out.

He seemed slightly taken aback, but continued the new topic, “Nothing much.”

“Why? What are yours?” He asked back.

“I think they're fine, don’t get why people hate them so much,” I replied.

Peter was silent for a bit, “Why don’t we talk about this more at my house, we could skip or wait till after school…”

Skipping school seemed tempting. I mean even with as much as I tried hiding myself I could see the stares and hear the whispers as I walked past. For the first time that day, I looked at Peter and his eyes widened in shock. I looked back down.

“Could…could we skip today?” I asked timidly. I mean I’ve skipped before, but it was in between lunch periods so it was pretty easy.

“Of course,” He breathed out. “Wait for the bell to ring and we’ll be out of here before you know it.”

I nodded, not sure what he had in mind, but I trusted him. I felt his hand pat my back awkwardly, but I couldn’t help but smile at the sentiment nonetheless.

Once the bell rang Peter and I headed out to the halls. Kids were bustling, pushing and shoving, before I could glance at Peter, I felt his hand rest on the back of my neck. Then all of a sudden, we were in his basement. I blinked once, then twice. My eyes drifted over to Peter, who was casually laying on the couch eating a hostess cupcake.

At that moment, I was happy to know another mutant, someone who I could vent to without worry. I couldn’t hide the smile that made its way onto my face as I looked to the side.

“You can take all that stuff off now,” Peter mumbled through his food. “This is a safe space.”

I felt my heart warm at the proposition and joked, “Even if I look like the spawn of Satan?”

“I think that just makes you hotter,” Peter shrugged. I felt myself freeze, looking to the side I pulled my hood down and discarded my hat and sunglasses on Peter’s table. I felt his gaze piercing the side of my head but I pretended to ignore it.

I decided to take this chance to glance around and snoop a bit. This was my first time seeing Peter outside of school, and my friends don’t really invite me out too much…not like they go out much either. I glanced over the junk food stash, not even wanting to know what that’s about, and I also conveniently decided to ignore the random items that seemed out of place. Finally, my gaze fell onto the arcade machines. How the hell did he get those…

“So what’s your power?” I asked, breaking the silence. “Teleportation?”

“Super speed,” Peter said nonchalantly, suddenly playing Pong. “Lame, I know.”

“Hey, better than being red,” I said, trying to lighten his mood. But it seemed to do the opposite.

He looked back at me with a frown, “I think you look cool.”

“I think your power is cool too.”

That was the start of our friendship growing deeper. We hung outside of school more, I felt more confident about my mutation because of him. Of course my other friends were surprisingly accepting as well. Overall life was going smoother than I thought it would. Yeah people made comments about my appearance, many older people tried to get me to ‘find God’, and the stares were irritating to say the least, but having people be there to support me was enough for me.

Everything was peachy until one fateful day. It was like any other day, I was hanging out with Peter in his basement when suddenly his mom calls out that the cops are here.

I didn’t even see Peter move when he appeared next to me and whispered, “They’re not cops, rental car, possibly FBI.”

My heart dropped at the last thing he said, “Sh-should I hide?”

“Nah, I think you’re good, don’t seem dangerous,” He smiled, running over and started to play ping pong with himself.

Three men came trekking down the stairs, the first one a medium height compared to the rest, his sideburns were out of control. The second was the tallest, he was scrawny with glasses. Had a nerdy vibe overall. The last was the shortest and wore sunglasses and looked messy overall.

“What do you guys want?” Peter asked, running over and sitting under my legs that still rested on the couch. I shifted slightly, trying to put less weight on him. “I’ve been here all day, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” I nodded, not liking how all their attention was now on me.

“Relax, Peter, we’re not cops,” The sideburns guy said. I frowned, how did he know Peter? Why did Peter not seem to recognize him? Were they actually FBI?

“Of course you’re not cops,” Peter shrugged, hands behind his head. “If you were cops you wouldn’t be driving a rental car.”

“How’d you know we’ve got a rental car?” The short guy asked. British accent?

“Checked your registration while you were walking through the door,” Peter replied like it was nothing. “I also had some time to kill so I also went through your rental agreements and you’re from out of town. Are you FBI?” I rolled my eyes, such a show off.

Peter zoomed off and grabbed the short guy's wallet, looking through his stuff, “No, you’re not cops. Hey, what's with this gifted youngsters place?”

“That’s an…old…card,” The short guy said, trying to defend himself.

“Well he’s fascinating,” Nerdy dude said with a smile.

“He’s a pain in the ass,” British guy said, making me scowl at him.

“What, a teleporter?” Nerdy guy asked.

“Super speed,” I spoke up, and they glanced at me again before turning back into their little huddle.

“When I knew him he wasn’t so…young,” Sideburns muttered.

“Young?” Peter asked, back on the couch under my legs handing me a popsicle. “You’re just old.”

“You’re not afraid to show your powers,” Nerdy guy said, sounding amazed.

“Powers? What powers?” Peter asked all innocently looking towards me. “What’s he talking about? You see something strange here?” A smile creeped onto my lips, exposing my canine teeth that seemed to have grown bigger after my mutation appeared.

“Nothing anyone would believe,” I replied with a shrug. His smugness is getting to me now. He smiled back at me, already done with his popsicle.

Zipping over to his pong arcade game he continued, “So who are you? What do you want?”

“We need your help,” Sideburns proposed.

“To what?”

“To break into a highly secured facility and to get someone out,” Sideburns continued. I couldn’t help but stare at them with wide eyes. Who just asks that?

“Prison break?” Peter asked. “That’s illegal, you know.”

I watched as they looked around his room at all his stolen goods and I sighed, I really hope Peter doesn’t agree.

“Only if you get caught,” Sideburns replied.

I felt myself frown as Peter asked, “So what’s in it for me?”

I was about to speak up, ask Peter if he was out of his mind, but British guy beat me to it, “You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon.”

Peter turned around slowly, and I felt my heart drop at the fact that he was actually considering this, “How do I know I can trust you?”

“Cus we’re just like you,” Sideburns said, glancing at me and I shrunk slightly under his gaze.

“Show him,” British guy said.

Sideburns glanced at British guy and held up his fist, three bone claws came out and I winced at the sound.

“That’s cool, but disgusting,” Peter commented.

“Peter,” I called out, shrinking once more as all their gazes fell on me. “Could we like…talk privately for a moment.”

“Uh yeah,” Peter nodded, then zoomed us to a spare bedroom. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re totally gonna do that prison break aren’t you?”

“We’re doing the prison break,” Peter said like he was clarifying.

“I’m sorry?” I asked incredulously. “Nuh-uh. No way.”

“Oh come on, where’s your spirit?” Peter asked, clapping me on the shoulder. “You need to have some spice in your life once in a while.”

“I-” I stammered, unsure where he thought I’d agree to this. “Okay, let's ignore that part. They probably don’t even want me coming. I’ll totally ruin their plan if they even have one. Have you seen me? A literal red flag!”

“Simple, I don't go if you don’t,” Peter shrugged.

“What about my mom?” I asked next, trying to get him to see an ounce of reason.

“What about her?” He shrugged.

Wha- are you hearing yourself right now?”

“Come on, you won’t even have to do anything,” Peter insisted. “Be the getaway driver?”

I felt myself slipping as he gave me puppy dog eyes. I looked off to the side, not believing what came out of my mouth next, “Fine.”

“Yes!” He celebrated, pumping his fist in the air. “You’re amazing!” Peter held the sides of my face and brought mine close to his. I felt my breath hitch and tense up.

I failed to mention that the moment I met Peter, the first thing I thought was how he looked cute. Yeah, I know, sue me. Even though I was attracted to him, it didn't mean anything. I didn’t know him so why would I expect anything to go anywhere? And then we started to become really good friends and my feelings slowly grew, creeping through me like vines.

So in this moment, all I could feel was the fact that the room seemed to grow warmer, and I never noticed those pale freckles that ran across his nose. I think he noticed what he was doing and diverted to kissing my forehead. While I wasn’t complaining, I’ve never had a forehead kiss before. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy and…God I’m never gonna stop coming up with scenarios after this.

Then suddenly we’re back in his basement and he’s got his arm around my shoulder as he leans against me casually, “I’m in, as long as she can tag along.”

The strange men looked at each other, almost like having a silent conversation. Then sideburns whispered, “I think we’ll want her there to keep him under wraps.”

Yet I was distracted from them as I felt Peter tap my shoulder to a tune no one could hear. Then I realized the situation I was in, or more like the position. I was tucked into Peter’s side and I could tell he was trying to stay as still as possible.

I was brought out of my little reverie as British dude spoke up, “She can come, but she’ll have to stay in the car.”

“Fine by me,” I shrugged.

With that, we were off driving. I learned their names as Charles, Hank, and Logan. Peter took the middle seat between Charles and I, he could clearly see my anxiety of being in a car of total strangers.

I never realized how annoying it could be to be in a long car ride with Peter. I mean we never had to go on one before so why would I? I just tried to zone out by staring out the window, but it was hard to ignore Peter’s jitters, nonstop questions, and him trying to constantly get my attention.

“What?” I muttered exhaustedly as he poked me for the 100th time.

“I’m just curious if your mutation is more than just your physical appearance,” Peter speed talked. “It’s hard to imagine a mutant who can’t control something.”

This seemed to have grabbed the others attention as Hank spoke up, this clearly being his expertise, “Typically mutants have at least one power, physical appearance is secondary.”

I felt myself grow anxious at not only their stares, but what I could possibly do, “What do you think I can do? How can I find out?”

“Well, sometimes mutations come out when the person is stressed, it’s really hard to tell what someone can do unless they already found out,” Hank explained.

I let out a humorless chuckle, “Well I’m constantly stressed, maybe we’ll find out at any moment.”

After that, it was pretty straightforward. My mind was busy trying to think of powers I could possibly have while they broke whoever they needed out of the Pentagon. I really wish they gave us more information.

I sat in the drivers seat, car key half way in the ignition. I kept glancing around, making sure my appearance was hidden as well as I could. I probably looked sketchy as fuck, but no one bothered me.

I saw the group hustling and quickly turned the car on. They all piled in, Peter being forced to sit on the ground due to lack of seats. Quickly and as inconspicuously as I could, I pulled out and drove off. I felt a rush of adrenaline as guards ran out the door, but they didn’t seem to notice us specifically.

“Drive faster!” Logan whisper shouted. “They’re going to sniff us out with how slow you’re going.”

“If I drive faster their attention will be drawn to us and then we’ll really be caught!” I countered, too nervous about being a literal getaway driver to be scared to talk back.

“She’s right,” The man we broke out nodded. “Besides, they can’t catch us now that I’m out.”

I glanced at the rear view mirror and shifted my eyes back onto the road immediately. Something about him exuded an intimidating aura. Hank directed me to where I needed to go and we ended up at an airstrip with what looked to be a private jet.

You know if they got money to spare I wouldn’t mind them paying me for my time.

Everyone got out of the car, Logan and Erik, as I learned, boarded the jet right away. Charles and Hank stood by it as Peter and I leaned against the car.

“Do a favor and return it for me will you?” Charles asked, nodding in my direction. “And Peter? Take it slow.” Charles smiled slightly at Peter before boarding the jet. Hank nodded at us before following. The jet door closed and Peter turned to me, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

Suddenly I was in the passenger seat and he was turning the car on.

“No!” I exclaimed with wide eyes, trying to exit the car. “I do not trust you out of all people to drive, full offense.”

Peter looked at me and gasped in fake offense, “That truely hurts me (n/n).”

“Good,” I huffed with a fake glare. “Now let me drive.”

Peter pouted at me, trying to give me those puppy dog eyes that make me crumble every time. It may have broke me to participate in a damn prison break, but not getting in a crash.

“I’ll drive safe I promise!”

“No you won’t,” I sighed.

“I won’t you’re right,” Peter grinned. “You know me too well.”

He gave up and let me take over the drivers station. I pulled into the road and went 50 mph, just 5 over like always. Everyone told me I drive like a grandma, but I’d rather drive like a grandma and be alive than drive reckless and die.

I hummed softly with the radio, slightly weirded out at how quiet the car was. I took a quick glance at Peter and he seemed to be lost in thought. I tapped the steering wheel before speaking up, “Something wrong? I’m sorry if I made you feel bad about the whole driving thing…”

“Hm?” Peter perked up. “Oh, no you’re good. I was just thinking about how hungry I am. Why don’t we stop at that diner up ahead.”

“Okay,” I agreed, unsure if that was really the truth. I pulled into the diner parking lot that Peter pointed out. I was a bit nervous going out with how I looked and all, but with Peter by my side I felt more comfortable.

I fidgeted with the car keys in my pocket as I looked around. It was a smallish diner, steady amount of people. With a checkered print that lined the walls, and the pink and blue neon lighting, it gave a real youthful feel. My gaze landed on Peter who now sat in front of me, his eyes scanning the menu so fast I couldn’t even tell he was reading.

I let myself look at the menu, it was mainly burgers, but they also had some chicken options. I found my go to order and decided I’ll stick with it.

“Excuse me,” we both looked up to see a waitress, a frown promanant on her face as she glared down at us, me specifically. “We don’t serve your kind here, you’re making the other guests uncomfortable.”

I felt myself flush in embarrassment as I quickly looked around, seeing people stare and whisper at the encounter that was currently happening. I could quickly feel my eyes water but tried to hold it down. I hate crying, and I don’t want them to see me in such a vulnerable position.

“She hasn’t done anything wrong,” Peter quickly comes to stand up for me. “We just want to eat some food like everyone else, but if this is the way you treat your customers than we’ll just take our money elsewhere.”

Peter stood up, and I stood up too, just wanting to leave this place as fast as possible. Peter took my hand and led me out to the car. I found comfort in the fact that he was holding me, even if it was just our hands. I clenched my free hand and scowled at the ground. I didn’t even notice that I was now in the passenger seat and we were driving off.

“What a bitch,” I spat, all the things I could’ve said to her just now entering my head. “Who gives her the right? No one, that’s who.”

I felt my anger continue to bubble, as all I could think about was what happened previously.

“I can’t believe she had the balls,” Peter scoffed. “I was seriously considering punching her-“

“HOLY SHIT!”

“What?” I asked back in panic, his shout startling me.

He started laughing breathily and pointed out, “Look at your hands!”

I looked down and I felt fear rush through me. My hands were on fire, literally burning. I gasped and lifted my hands up, not wanting to burn my clothes. The fire quickly went out and I stared in a mix of horror and wonder.

“Guess we figured out what your power is,” Peter grinned cheekily.

“That’s…cool but scary,” I replied, anxiety already filling me. “I mean, there’s so much that can go wrong.”

“Hey,” Peter said, nudging me slightly. “I know you’ll be fine.”

I nodded, his words helped me calm down a bit. We ended up getting fast food, not wanting another situation to happen. Then he dropped me off home and that day came to an end.

The closest we ever got to, possibly becoming more, was this day. We ended up actually doing something besides sitting in his basement. I got a sudden taste for a slushie so we ended up at a gas station. And I actually paid for the slushies since I refused to let Peter snatch a few. Since I chose (red/blue) he got the opposite. We sat outside on a bench at a park nearby and I enjoyed the sun warming my skin. Of course Peter had to break the silence.

“Y’know, I kinda want a purple slushie right now,” He said nonchalantly.

I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows while taking a sip from my cup, “There’s a purple slushie-”

“Oh,” I whispered in realization. How did I not get his meaning right away? He grinned mischievously while leaning in close to my face. I felt my heart rate quicken and suddenly it felt hot.

I wanted to pull away, look somewhere else, be somewhere else. But my body knew that I really didn’t mind if he did kiss me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. His warm brown eyes staring into mine so softly. I was waiting for his next move, waiting for him to just close the gap. Hell knows that I wasn’t going too, I felt frozen in place. Yet suddenly he pulled away and wiggled his eyebrows, finishing off his drink. I felt my heart drop, and looked away quickly. How embarrassing, why was I actually expecting him to kiss me? Am I crazy?

I leaned back on the bench and watched the kids run around and play in the playground without a care in the world. Parents would briefly glance at me from time to time but I ignored it. The disappointing feeling that consumed me was my prominent problem. When did my feelings get this out of hand? Did he know what he was doing to me? Or am I really that good at hiding my feelings?

“You okay?” He asked in a hush tone.

“Hm?” I looked back over to him, but seeing his face made the feeling of embarrassment wash over me again, but I tried to put it in the back of my mind. “I’m good, why?”

It wasn’t too long after when we graduated, (Peter just sliding by). And after that a letter arrived. From Xaviar’s School for Gifted children. Charles Xaviar, the man who we helped with a prison break. It was a job offer, and I felt so grateful for the opportunity. So I wrote a letter back, accepting the job. Now to break it to Peter. I didn’t want to leave him, I really didn’t. But to find a job like this? With the way I look? Impossible. As simple as that.

I waited for Charles’ response letter, since he’s agreed to pay for my travels to New York. The letter held all the important flight information and at that moment the situation really sunk in. I kept reading the letter over and over again. Then suddenly the paper was out of my hands and in the speedsters who laid on my bed like it was his own house.

I rubbed my arm awkwardly as he read the letter over. I couldn’t meet his eyes once they left the paper and fell onto me.

“You’re leaving?” He questioned.

“Yeah,” I nodded, shuffling my feet awkwardly. “I wanted to tell you earlier, but I wasn’t 100% sure and I was waiting for this letter and-”

“I get it,” He nodded. “I’m happy for you.”

“I could ask if you could work there too,” I offered, I could tell this was hurting him, maybe even more than it hurt me.

“I still have to look after my family,” Peter shrugged. I could tell he was hiding his emotions, or at least trying to, and at that moment I felt like the worst person on Earth. I know things will smooth over once feelings settle, but it still hurts at this moment. I nodded, understanding he may need his space for a bit.

I didn’t see him much after that. Now that we didn’t have school, it’s not like I could just run into him. It hurt. The fact that I was leaving tomorrow and he hadn’t said a peep to me since he found out. I rechecked my suitcases for the umpteenth time. I had as much clothing as I could pack, I had everything I thought was too important to leave. My mom said she’ll hold on to the things I had to leave behind and send anything I may want.

As if my wishes were granted, Peter appeared in my room. Any snarky remark I could come up with left my brain as he stared at my suitcases.

“Hey,” I whispered, happy that I’ll get to say goodbye at least.

“So tomorrow’s the big day huh,” He replied with a cracking smile. I frowned as he tried to hold himself together. I didn’t say a word, instead I opted to just hug him. I felt like crying, but instead I just held him tight. Who knows if I’ll see him again after this.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, squeezing him tighter.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” He muttered back, holding me just as tight. “I’m glad you found somewhere where you’ll be accepted. Just don’t forget little old me back in DC.”

“I could never forget you,” I chuckled lightly. “Keep in touch, yeah?”

“Of course,” Peter agreed, a genuine grin finally appearing. For the rest of the day we hung out, trying to savor what was left of our time in DC together. I felt like a weight was lifted off me that day.

When I boarded the plane, I was first astonished at the fact that I was flying first class. Second, when I looked out the window I noticed that a certain silver haired man was waving at me. My jaw went slack for a second, trying to hide my laughter as one of the luggage loaders was trying to go after him. I waved back, already missing him.

Hank greeted me once I got off the flight. He helped with my bags and drove us to the school. I couldn’t help but gape in awe at the size. Hank gave me a brief tour. We ran into Charles and he welcomed me to the school. I was surprised to find him in a wheelchair but didn’t comment on it. Why would I? Hank then showed me my new room and helped me with my suitcases. He then went on to describe my job, since I couldn’t be a teacher, I would be a staff member, kind of like a hall monitor in a way.

Hey, I'm not complaining. I never really was good at talking to people. Hank left me alone as I started to unpack. The room was medium sized, so it wasn’t hard to find a spot for everything. I fell onto my new bed, deciding to rest my eyes after a long trip.

I didn’t see Peter for a long time after that. And our reunion was under unfortunate circumstances. One minute I’m scolding a kid for running down the hall and accidentally hurting another student, then I’m standing outside, Peter standing right next to me.

“Wow,” He breathed out while putting his goggles on top of his head.

“Where did you…” Hank stuttered, out of breath.

“I was looking for the professor,” Peter explained. “I thought he lived here.”

“They took him,” Hank said with wide eyes. I looked over at him with worry.

First the school explodes and now Charles is gone? Taken apparently. And all of a sudden Peter freaking Maximoff is standing right next to me. It was a lot to take in. Our attention was brought to Raven, who was in her natural form. I didn’t know how to feel, on one hand I was happy that the kids could finally meet their role model, on the other, I knew how uncomfortable Raven must feel at the moment. If I could change the way I look in a moment's notice, I’d do it as well.

“They look up to you,” Hank spoke up. “Right now, they need you.”

“That’s not what they need,” Raven replied, changing back into her go to human form.

Suddenly one of Charles’ cars pulls up and a group of teens pile out. I recognized them to be Scott, Jean, Kurt, and Jubilee.

“What happened?” Scott panicked. “Where’s Alex? Where’s my brother?”

“Pretty sure I got everybody,” Peter shrugged, looking around.

“Alex was closest to the blast,” Hank spoke to Peter, and I could feel my heart sink.

Scott booked it towards the rubble, Jean and Kurt not too far behind. I rubbed my arm awkwardly as Hank looked away.

Peter turned towards me, “I…”

I walked over to Peter and pulled him into a giant hug, “It’s been so long!”

Peter hugged me back even tighter, “So, you didn’t forget little ol me?”

“How could I?” I asked, pulling back to reveal my teasing grin. “How could I forget the dumbest person I’ve ever known.”

“Ouch.”

Suddenly helicopters flew in, an announcement going off on repeat, “Please remain calm, medical assistance is on the way.”

My gut was telling me something was off about this. I mean cops never show up this quickly…

When the helicopter landed, army men filed out holding strange looking guns.

“Hey!” Charles’ friend called out, waving her arm. “Moira McTaggert! CIA! Thank god you’re here.”

Peter, Hank, and I walked closer to the men. I couldn’t help the growing anxiety that filled me. If they were here to assist us medically…then why did they look ready to be violent?

“Wait!” Raven shouted from behind us and we turned around. And then everything went black.

A scream startled me awake, and I bolted upright, looking around. I groggily watched as Peter scrambled backwards towards me, helping me up and holding me close to him.

“What?” Raven asked.

“What’s wrong with you?” Peter asked, freaked out. “Is that going to happen to all of us?”

I swatted Peter’s arm with a light scowl on my face. I’ve only seen Hank in his beast form once before, and I could tell he was freaking out, so I just continued on like nothing happened. I could tell that he was insecure about his mutation, I mean, I am as well. So I understand the feeling.

“No I just,” Hank swatted his hand in the air. “Left my meds in the house.”

“What happened?” Moira asked. “Where are we?”

I also noticed that we were in a cell-like room with green lights surrounding us. The green lights would be cool if we weren’t here against our will. I finally noticed a window near the ceiling with a man, the same man from the helicopter watching us.

“Hey!” Raven shouted out, walking closer to the window.

“Hello, Mystique,” The man spoke.

“Major Stryker,” Raven greeted.

“Colonel Stryker,” He corrected. “I wouldn’t get too close to the wall if I were you. It may create some discomfort.”

“I’m Moira Mctaggert,” Moira spoke, walking forward next to Raven. “I’m a senior officer at the CIA.”

“I know who you are, Agent Mctaggert,” Stryker said condescendingly.

“You cannot keep me here, in this…” Moira trailed off.

“Actually I can,” Stryker replied. “A psychic event just destroyed every nuke from here to Moscow. That event emanated from exactly where we found you. At the home of the world’s most powerful psychic. So you are going to tell me, where is Charles Xaviar?”

“It’s not him you should be worried about,” Moira said, and I looked over at her in concern. “There’s someone else. Someone more powerful.”

I’ve only heard the stories of Charles’ powers. He was humble about it, but when you work with kids, rumors spread. So hearing that someone could be more powerful than him was terrifying.

“If you let us out of here, we can help you,” Raven tried to bargain.

“Do you really expect me to believe that?” Stryker asked. “You can put on any face you want, but I know who you are. What you are.” The man walked off after his rude little rant.

I turned to look back at the others and Hank broke the silence, “Hey, Moira, um…what did you mean when you said someone more powerful than Charles?”

Moira looked off to the side and I noticed how Peter walked over to Raven. I joined him, not wanting to be on my own.

“You know him?” Peter asked her. “Magneto?”

“I used to,” Raven said. “Not so sure anymore.”

“What was he like?” Peter continued. I shifted slightly, knowing that Erik was a sensitive topic with Charles and Hank. Knowing that Charles would mention Raven, I figured he may be a sensitive topic for her too. “Was he uh…like they say he was? Was he…the bad guy?”

“No,” Raven said without hesitation. “I mean, yeah. He was…”

“Why do you care so much?” She asked in a defensive tone. “You see his speech on t.v. or something?”

“Yeah, but, uh…” Peter trailed off, clearing his throat awkwardly. “He’s my father.”

“What?” Raven asked in great surprise. I looked at Peter in surprise as well. I know he tended to hide his feelings and thoughts when they ended up being meaningful, but I’m surprised that he kept something that big from me! Normally we tell each other everything over time.

“He and my mom,” Peter started, and I quickly grabbed his wrist when he lifted it, knowing what he was going to do. He glanced at me before finishing, “They did it.”

“No, I know…” Raven sighed. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” He confirmed. “He left my mom before I was born. I met him 10 years back with (n/n), but we didn’t know it was him. By the time I figured it out, it was too late. Then, this week I saw him on T.V. again, and I came to that house, looking for him…but by the time I got there…late again. For a guy who moves as fast as me, I always seem to be too late.”

Peter said it like a joke, but I could hear the hurt in the bottom of his tone. I noticed that I was still holding onto his wrist, and deciding to ignore the flustering emotions I felt swoosh through me, I decided to try something I haven’t done before with really anyone. I lowered my hand and held onto his, squeezing it lightly, brushing my thumb over the back of his hand.

“Let’s hope not this time,” Raven replied.

Peter looked towards me for a few seconds, “Yeah.”

Charles’ voice suddenly rang out into my head, “Hear me inhabitants of this world. This is a message. A message to every man, woman, and mutant in the world. You have lost your way. But I have returned. The day of reckoning is here. All your buildings…all of your towers and temples…will fall. And the dawn of the new age will rise, for there is nothing you can do…to stop what is coming. This message is for one reason alone. To tell the strongest among you…those with the greatest power…protect those without.”

“How was Charles doing that without Cerebro?” Hank asked, looking super confused.

“I know that voice,” Stryker suddenly spoke to us once more. “It’s Xaviar, isn’t it? What’s going on?”

“We don’t know!” Raven shouted in frustration.

“We don’t know bro!” Peter backed up. I simply shrugged my shoulders. Stryker walked away, clearly frustrated.

Peter sighed and looked towards me. I could tell he was starting to get antsy just standing around. Especially when he started swinging our still intertwined hands. I raised an eyebrow at him and he just wiggled his eyebrows back. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the smile that found its way onto my face. It was quickly wiped off my face when alarms started blaring, startling me into covering my ears with my hands, Peter never letting go so it was kinda awkward.

Peter let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around in me instead, which allowed me to cover my ears properly. We all stared up at the men scrambling around.

“What are they doing?” Moira asked worriedly.

“What’s going on?” Hank questioned.

Our gazes turned even more concerned as the men started to back up with their arms in the air. The sound of gunshots rang even through the, what I’m assuming is soundproof, room. We all ran towards the wall that held the window so we would be hidden, Peter tugging me gently closer to him. On any other day that would cause my heart to beat faster, but my heart was beating faster for a whole different reason.

Once everything went silent again, we backed up, trying to see as much as we could. Only to find Kurt running into view. He kept trying to speak to us, but we couldn’t hear him. I pointed at my ear and shook my head, trying to communicate that we couldn’t hear him. Kurt looked down and pressed something.

“Stay away from the…” Kurt cut out.

“What?” We asked.

“The do-” Kurt cut out again. “Stay away from the…”

“Get away from the door!” She shouted as we all scrambled away. I tugged Peter harshly as I ran to the wall.

“On three!” Kurt shouted. “One…two…”

The door exploded and Peter shielded my body, holding me close to his chest. I knew that once this was over, I’d look back on this moment, but I was currently too occupied to deal with any romantic feelings. Although I did enjoy the feeling of being close to him. We rushed to the door to see Jean and Scott.

Jean spoke quickly, “We know where the professor is.”

“I think we might have a way out of here,” Scott chipped in.

“Well you’ve been busy,” Raven commented.

“We had a little help,” Scott replied. “Let’s go!”

They started running and we followed. It was brought to my attention once again that Peter was still holding my hand due to how sweaty my hand felt. I felt embarrassed because I could feel myself sweat due to the running I was currently participating in. Kurt joined us, which scared Scott, but my train of thought was cut off shortly when we entered a hangar. It was filled with huge jets. Raven found flight suits and told us to put them on. Peter gave me a wink as he put his on and I just rolled my eyes. We all entered the jet and took our seats. It was quiet at first, the only sound was Peter chewing and popping his gum. I kept my gaze down at my lap as I thought about what we were heading into.

That was it, we had no idea. And who likes the unknown? No one, it’s something everyone fears whether they’ll admit it or not. I fidgeted with my hands, many scenarios running through my head. I didn’t know much of the situation, everything has been hitting me nonstop, giving me no time to think. Peter knew about just as much as me. I can guess what’s happening, but nothing is definite. Charles was taken, which is common knowledge. Now we’re heading to Cairo, Egypt. So I’m assuming that’s where he is. Everyone also seems prepared to fight, we’ll probably be attacking whoever took Charles. But who were they? What can they do? Will my powers even be useful?

Not too long ago Charles, Hank and I found out I could do more than just summon and manipulate fire. I could also summon a beast. It seemed to be a hellhound. It was a bit bigger than a wolf, its fur as black as charcoal, its eyes a beady red. It huffed out fire when it snarled. And it was honestly the cutest goddamn thing in the world, to me at least. I named it Ammit, after the Egyptian God. Very fitting in this situation, I know. Although my powers furthered my image of a demon, I couldn’t help but embrace it. I mean Ammit was always so sweet to me, how could I say no to a companion?

“Were you scared?” Jean asked, looking towards Raven. “That day in D.C., were you scared?”

“No,” Raven spoke without hesitation once again. She then noticed how anxious we all looked and continued, “But I was scared on my first mission. I was on a plane like this with my friends. About your age.”

She looked at us all before continuing, “We called ourselves the X-Men. Your brother was there. We used to call him Havok. He was a real handful…but when it came down to it, he was very brave.”

“What happened to the rest of the kids?” Kurt asked, and I had a feeling it wasn’t gonna be a happy ending. “Who went with you? The X-Men?”

“Hank and I are the only ones left,” Raven said solemnly. “I couldn’t save the rest of them. I told you, I’m not a hero.”

“Well, you’re a hero to us,” Jean said sternly. “Seeing you that day on t.v. changed my life.”

Kurt chimed in, “Mine too.”

“Mine too,” Peter joined. “I still live in my mom's basement but, you know…everything else is uh…oh it’s pretty much the same.” Peter chuckled, “I’m a total loser.”

Everyone laughed with him, but I swatted his arm gently and gave him a glare while whispering, “What did I say about you making yourself the butt of the joke.”

He looked me in the eye and I noticed him clench his hands from the corner of my eye. I inched my hand closer to him, the nerves I had before suddenly vanishing. He seemed to notice the motion and shifted his fist closer to me. I sucked in a breath and put my hand over his fist, which made him relax. I couldn’t help but stare at how the red pigment of my skin clashed with his pale skin, but I think we fit perfectly together. But that may be my old crush on him coming back full force.

“7th wonder, 12 o’clock,” Hank said, breaking the little world I was stuck in with Peter.

Raven stood up and looked out the front windshield, and when I looked out there from my seat I felt my jaw drop. Metal was flying through the air and buildings were on fire and crumbling. In the middle was a giant pyramid, made out of newer looking materials.

“He has the professor in the center of the pyramid,” Jean spoke, breathing heavily. “He’s going to transfer his consciousness into the professor. If he does that…he’ll have the power to control every mind in the world.”

I felt my breath quicken at the sudden information. I looked around at everyone in slight panic, now being fully brought into the situation. I knew it was bad, but not the end of the world bad. Peter also seemed to be a bit panicked and held my hand fully, intertwining our fingers.

“What the hell is that?” Moira asked as we passed by a giant sphere made of flowing scrap metal.

“It’s Erik,” Raven specified. Peter sped to stand behind Hank and I couldn’t help but let out a gasp as I felt him woosh past me. Raven looked at all of us before coming up with a plan, “You guys help Nightcrawler get into the pyramid. Get Charles. I’ll take care of Erik.”

“How are we gonna get through that?” Hank asked.

“I can get you in there,” Peter spoke up, looking towards Raven. “I came here for him. Let me help you.”

Raven nodded before continuing, “The rest of you, get Charles on this plane and get him out of here.”

“We’re not leaving without you!” Kurt exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, we’ll catch up,” Peter said, winking at me. I looked away, trying not to show him how his stupid joke amused me even in the slightest.

“Hold on,” Hank said, landing the jet. Once he landed, we all exited.

“Hank, you go with the kids,” Raven ordered. “Moira will stay with the plane.”

“Wait,” Scott spoke up before I could say anything.

“What?” Raven asked.

“Not all of us can fully control our powers,” Scott pointed out.

“Then don’t,” She replied. “You need to embrace them, we all do.” With that said, she turned into her true form.

Everyone smiled, but I looked to the side, wishing I didn’t have to ruin the moment, “Excuse me, but should someone stay behind with Moira? I mean…I don’t want to just sit on the side and do nothing, but when it comes to mutants she doesn’t really have a way to defend herself…”

Raven nodded in understanding, “Then you can stay behind with Moira and keep the plane safe.”

I nodded and Peter took off with Raven, the others ran off not much later. I made my way back to the jet, but decided to stay outside. I had a better view around me. I kept a vigilant eye on the surroundings, pacing around the jet slowly. Though no one seemed to be targeting the jet, which I can understand. Their priority was to keep Charles in the pyramid.

Though the more time passed, the more I fell into thought. My mind couldn’t help but wander, and of course it ended up with Peter and I’s relationship. It’s always been…unique, to say the least.

It started off innocent enough. I was put as his tutor, my homeroom teacher really cared about Peter, and didn’t want to see him failing. I agreed reluctantly, for the sole reason of not wanting to disappoint the teacher. Which turned into a friendship full of teasing. It was fun, happy. Then it grew, and we opened up to each other more. Our trust in each other was stronger than anything you could even think of comparing. This led to romantic feelings growing in me. Mere attraction turned into something stronger. But then came the crash of the job opportunity that I didn’t hesitate taking. And everything we built seemed to fall apart, burning too fast to even count as unraveling. Now, everything we had seemed to slowly rebuild itself, better and brighter than before. Bolder. It made me nervous. But not exactly the bad kind. It made me hopeful for what we may have in the future.

“(Y/n)!” I heard my name be called from inside the jet. I scrambled into the jet and jumped back as Kurt and Hank were sprawled across the floor in front of me due to Kurt’s teleportation.

“Let’s go!” Hank exclaimed as the door behind me shut. Moira and Hank quickly work the jet off the ground. I noticed that Scott was already on the jet as was Jean and Charles. I took a seat, not wanting to get thrown around. Only hoping that Raven and Peter were going to be alright on their own.

That worry was gone as soon as the sound of thuds on the top of the jet sounded. Then a purple laser sword (?) stuck through the top, cutting the top of the jet.

“Kurt,” Jean said. “Everyone, grab hold of Nightcrawler!”

“I’ve never done it with this many people,” Kurt said, expressing his worry.

“Get us out of here,” Jean commanded.

Everyone took a hold of him, and I reached for his shoulder, not wanting to get left behind. A guy with metal wings jumped into the jet and I felt myself slightly panic, but I knew better than to let that get to me. Jean made the jet fly straight down, giving Kurt more time. He struggled to teleport, but ended up doing it just in the nick of time.

I grunted in pain as I rolled away from the group, breathing heavily.

“Is he okay?” Scott asked as Kurt was passed out.

“It’s his energy,” Jean explained. “He’s drained.”

“Get out,” Charles spoke out.

Jean was at his side in a moment's notice, “Professor it’s okay. You’re with us.” Opening his eyes, he looked around. Jean helped him lean against a wall as Hank tended to Kurt. I made my way to a window, peeking over the edge to keep a lookout.

“Show yourself!” A creepy voice shouted out. “Charles! Show yourself!”

Then I saw a man with bluish gray skin that donned armor. So that must be the man causing all this chaos. It was almost like I could feel his power radiate off him. But my attention was quickly grabbed as I saw a silver blur move back and forth, the armored man flying through the air like a ragdoll. I felt a mix of proudness and fear flow through me, the thought of Peter getting hurt flashing through my mind.

This fear seemed to come to fruition as our enemy used the dirt to hold Peter in place, speaking in a condescending tone, “Foolish child.”

Then he grabbed Peter’s arm, twisting it, only to break his free leg. I let out a choked gasp, tears quickly springing to my eyes as Peter let out the most guttural scream I’ve ever heard. It was like that hurt went straight through my heart. He kept crying out in pain and I was about to run out at that very moment. But one of the guys’ teammates came out, and I knew better than to run out and kill us both. I’ll wait for my moment to get that fucker.

He grabbed Peter by his hair and lifted his head up, making me clench my fists in anger. I would’ve pierced my skin with my sharp nails had it not been for my thicker skin. Though I failed to notice the flames that started to engulf them.

“End him,” The bastard said.

The woman flipped her sword and I closed my eyes, not being able to watch a person I love die in such a dastardly way. Suddenly, I heard the woman gasping and I opened an eye, expecting the worst, only to see the armored guy's neck cut, and the woman being choked by him. His wound quickly healed, and the woman revealed to be Raven as he lifted her up.

“The great hero,” The bastard spoke, like he had any right. He dropped Raven as she passed out.

That was it, I ran outside without a second thought, hiding behind some rubble. I drew a symbol in the sand, pricking a finger with my nail and watching as the sigil lit up, and Ammit rose from fire. He was an immortal beast straight from hell, so I didn’t hesitate to send him out to battle. I knew Ammit had my back, so I ran out to Peter, trying to find a way to get him out and to safety.

The fear in Peter’s eyes hurt, “What are you doing here? Get out while you can!”

“And leave you behind?” I asked, my voice cracking. “Now why in the hell would I do that?”

The look in Peter’s eyes was something I’ve never witnessed before, an emotion I couldn’t put my finger on, but I was distracted when I heard a whimper from behind me. Turning around, I used my body as a barrier as I stared at the damage this monster did to my babies. First Peter, and now Ammit? I snarled, bearing my fangs as I saw Ammit a bloody mess, disappearing in a cloud of black smoke. I threw my hands up, fire bursting out, trying to keep him away from Peter at the very least. He just stood in it, not hurting him a bit. He walked towards me, and I tried to throw a flaming punch, but he caught my fist.

I’ve never felt as feeble as I did at that moment. Not even when my mutation showed. He stared me in the eyes and snarled, punching me so hard I thought I astral projected. I was knocked to the ground and the Earth enclosed me.

“(Y/n)!” Peter shouted in desperation. I felt my breath quicken, panicking since I couldn’t move my arms, or head even. All I could see was the sky, as my face was the only thing not encased. Tears quickly sprung from my eyes as I tried to move, wiggle, just get some movement in.

“You are feeble,” The monster spat. “Just like the others. Charles! Come! Rescue your weaklings! Give your life for theirs!”

I was trying to pay attention, but my claustrophobia was getting the better of me, so I just tried to focus on my breathing. Something, anything to take my mind away from the current situation. Especially since it wasn’t looking so good. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine I was somewhere, anywhere but here.

The feeling of Earth crumbling around me made me open my eyes only to come eye to eye with Hank carrying Raven on his back and Peter on his side. He pulled me out of my mini grave and I took Peter from him so he didn’t have as much weight to carry. Hank and I rested them on some rubble, making sure they were safe, before we both nodded at each other and ran back to battle.

I watched in awe as Erik kept pushing metal into the monster's force field. Scott shoots his beams at him as well. Hank tried to jump at him, but was tossed aside. I focused on all my anger, hatred, and any other negative emotion that was eating at me, and shot out flames, the most powerful I have ever created. I snarled as he threw Scott back in his moment of weakness. Next he went after Erik, but Jean came out of nowhere, walking on air. Suddenly a burst of flames burst out behind her, resembling wings. The monster was quickly brought out of his forcefield and seemed to be falling apart. Hope began to fill me, and I pushed harder, trying to make my flames even hotter. Erik pinned him down with metal, allowing me to get closer. Scott was back in the scene, providing even more support.

His forcefield appeared once more, and I heard Hank mutter something about getting away. Suddenly a woman came in, helping us out by shooting lightning down and ridding him of his forcefield once more. Suddenly he started to disintegrate, mumbling some mumbo jumbo, but I didn’t care. Too focused on keeping my attack going, as I could feel myself get dizzy from how long I was doing my attack. And just like that, it was like he didn’t even exist.

I felt close to collapsing, but I wouldn’t let myself, not until I checked up on Peter. I stumbled back to him, finally falling once he was in front of me. I let out a huff, putting a hand on my head, closing my eyes to try and make the world stop spinning.

“I always said you were hot,” Peter’s voice pierced the air. “But you still manage to blow me away.”

I let out a dry laugh, “I can’t tell if you’re hitting on me, or making an observation of my powers.”

“Kinda the point,” Peter chuckled out breathily. “Maybe it’s a mix of both.”

I felt my heart flutter and I opened my eyes to look at him, his gaze once again filled with an emotion I couldn’t seem to figure out.

“You’re hurt,” I muttered, not being able to actually look at his injury.

“So are you.”

“Not like you are.”

On the way to the wreckage of the mansion, Peter got a cast put on at a hospital, then let us leave as long as we promised to come in for check ups. Then when we got back, Erik and Jean put the mansion back together. Everyone stood around amazed at the power they held. I stood next to Peter. Ororo, as I learned, stood on his other side.

“Mystique told me he is your father,” She said. “Are you going to tell him?”

“I might…” Peter trailed off. “One day. I think for now, I’m just gonna stick around here for a while.” Peter put on his dorky sunglasses and turned to look at me with a giant smile. I smiled back at him, happy that our duo was back together.

“Me too,” Ororo agreed, and I couldn’t be more happy to make a new friend.

That was the start of the X-Men once more.

“Forget everything you think you know,” Raven said sternly. “Whatever lessons you learned in school…whatever lessons your parents taught you. None of that matters! You’re not kids anymore. You’re not students. You’re X-Men.”

With that, our training started. But not everything was business.

“What’s with the sweater?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow while eating a twinkie. Some things never change.

“What’s with the silver…everything?” I retorted. “Are you jealous of how good my fashion is?”

“No,” He said, glancing down once more at my oversized knit green sweater. Suddenly a glorious idea popped into my head.

I took off the sweater, revealing the white button up I was wearing under it. I tossed it to Peter, getting up and finding the green cardigan I owned that matched the sweater.

“Go change,” I ordered Peter. “I’d offer you the button up but I don’t think it’d fit you.”

“Wha-” Peter mumbled, clearly surprised.

“Go on, I need to change too,” I said, shooing him out of my room.

“Okay, okay,” Peter surrendered, putting his hands up and walking out of my room backwards.

I put on a beige shirt and threw the cardigan over it. I looked in the mirror and messed with my hair a bit before nodding in satisfaction. Opening my room door, Peter was already changed into the sweater and even changed his pants so it would match the look. I smiled proudly, putting my hands on my hips.

“Now we match,” I grinned brightly.

Who knew that the great, flirty Peter Maximoff could be made speechless. It seems that I’ve done the impossible as his face turned a dark red. I couldn’t help but admire the tint that found its way onto him, but hid my admiration when Peter flipped his hair back.

“O-of course you’d want to show me off to everyone,” Peter stumbled over his words slightly. “But why don’t you take me out to dinner first?”

For some reason, seeing Peter in my clothes made me feel more confident, “Okay, 7pm tomorrow night?” I gave him a wink, probably looked really forced but I’ll just have to work on it. This seemed to have made him even more flustered and I patted myself on the back for a job well done.

“Seriously?” He whispered out. And suddenly, my confidence left me. I felt myself fluster at the situation I got me in, but I nodded my head in agreement.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “If you’re serious, that is.”

Suddenly I was pulled into a hug. A smile tugged at my lips as I hugged him back. I felt him set a kiss to the top of my head before pulling away. He kept an arm around my shoulders and walked the two of us out into one of the living areas. Which so happened to have Jean, Scott, Kurt, and Jubilee.

Jean and Jubilee looked at each other with knowing glances while Scott just raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“What’s going on here?” Scott asked cheekily.

“Someone’s got himself a date,” Peter replied smugly.

“Matching outfits already?” Jean spoke up. “And I thought Scott and I were bad.”

“Hey!”

“I-” I stumbled. “Those two things weren’t planned.”

“Not what she meant,” Jubilee murmured, and I shrunk into Peter’s side.

“I’m so happy for you!” Kurt exclaimed happily.

I may look different. I may have the powers of a demon. People may fear me. But that’s not what matters. I have people who care for me. I have people who will take care of me. And most importantly, I have Peter, the love of my life. Who could ask for anything more?

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rebeccasteventaylor · 9 months

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Right, time for my to dive into episode 3, so my incoherent rambling thoughts will now follow

Coffee shop is playing Radio Gaga

Muriel is so adorably incompetent and she clearly doesn’t want to lie to Aziraphale and he’s so sweet with them. And Crowley is delighted!

Aziraphale makes no objection to Crowley running the bookshop. Obviously he trusts Crowley to do it properly and not sell any books.

Huge gasp! Ok, so in opening titles and in Maggie’s shop there is a poster for Stairway to Heaven, the American title for A Matter of Life and Death, the Powell/Pressberger film about a man in trial in Heaven to return to his love. This episode is called I Know Where I’m Going which is another Powell/Pressberger film, about a woman who falls in love with someone she isn’t supposed to love, against all her plans. The man’s family is under a curse and the curse turns out to be when they fall in love they fall in love forever.

Ok, so Crowley refers to Gabriel’s beauty (when looking at the statue) and Aziraphale gives him a very perturbed look.

Scottish David Tennant doing a variety of very fake Scottish accents here is a dazzling example of how that man controls his voice.

Aziraphale gives himself a Scottish name (McFell) but doesn’t even bother to try a Scottish accent.

Oh god, Aziraphale always has his heart wrenched every time he meets someone poor and damaged by life. Like he feels god and the angels have abandoned them and he feels it’s wrong but can’t question it.

Ooh , the starting everyone off equal conversation from the book!

Aw, the Bentley is playing Danse Macabre for Aziraphale. A distinctly demonic piece of classical music.

So Crowley comes through the radio to chat to Aziraphale just as Satan once came through to chat to Crowley.

Yellow Car! (Hello Arthur)

The mountains are tartan and there’s a monster in the Loch…

Beelzebub’s eagerness to find Gabriel is very different now…she seems worried.

So Crowley is moving books around the bookshop? Apart from the moments where he casts them aside, I presume he’s doing what Aziraphale would do? So he knows Aziraphale’s plan for the bookshop?

There really was a Mr Dalrymple at Edinburgh university but I don’t know if this was him and did just ask him to call him Doctor?! Really going for the Doctor Who references this season.

I see Aziraphale has to ask Crowley to freeze people. He does often enough that now he just hints and Crowley does it.

Aziraphale doesn’t like the whisky but by the time of the events in S1 he is happily pouring a whisky out for both him and Crowley.

Oh dear. Aziraphale hearing about the 7 year old who died. His faith is tested so much.

So the pub owner read both Beelzebub and Gabriel as Masons?

The laundanum is made by C.M.O.T. Dibbler! Another Pratchett reference!

Teeny tiny Crowley and then giant Crowley - it’s all very Alice in Wonderland

Crowley playing the Angel role!

Aziraphale holding up drunk Crowley and calling him kind - definitely smitten. Is it just me or is there a lot more touching and holding than last season?

And then Hell steals Crowley and the next time he sees Aziraphale he asks for Holy Water to protect them both from Hell.

Thing is - if Hell was watching him do that good deed they might have known he was with Aziraphale. Perhaps he had to spend all that time convincing Hell he wasn’t working with Aziraphale, that they weren’t friends.

Aziraphale isn’t afraid of those thugs at all. In the book he ‘takes care’ of Mafia thugs. He obviously can protect himself when Crowley isn’t around.

Crowley doing his own version of Aziraphale’s not selling any books when he answers the phone.

Hmm, it looks like Aziraphale replaced the British flag wallpaper on the phone with a Scottish flag. I wonder if that’s a reference to Scotland leaving the Union?

Ok, the newspaper headlines in this one (and it looks like one of the less reliable papers) has Elvis Kidnapped By Aliens Because He Made Such Good… the other word is cut off but probably burgers as we know he works in a burger place. And the other headline is Pope Missing.

Crowley is so delighted his plan works. He’s very invested in the love story of Maggie and Nina.

I presume whatever Gabriel is saying in this bit is from the Bible but I can’t find the exact quote. It sounds like Revelations.

Very much enjoying that inbetween Shax and Crowley threatening each other he’s explaining to her how to fix the boiler in his old flat.

Oh, very protective of Aziraphale Crowley! My darling!

Oh dear, Crowley saying ‘it’s always too late’

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers

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chronicrabbit · 2 years

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ST Season 4 Rewrite Idea:

I know this is a departure from my normal Steddie content, but Jason Carver’s death made no fucking sense to me, so this is how I would’ve done it for the ✨drama✨

So, I know we hate Jason.

He’s a religious zealot who allowed his anger and his grief to take control of him, and he singlehandedly turned the entire town against an innocent man.

But, let’s examine his character for just a moment, shall we?

We know the Duffle Bags tend to introduce villainous characters for the pure and simple sake of being villains. They don’t really go very deep into the psychology of why said character is a villain.

With Billy, you saw a few glimpses of the why, but Billy’s character was honestly just too big and too complicated to properly flesh out in the time allotted.

I think the same is true of Jason Carver.

Jason was the new golden boy post King Steve. He was a clean cut Steve Rogers type with a pretty girlfriend who he seemed to care deeply about, and a charmed and simple life.

And then he finds out that not only was his beautiful girlfriend brutally murdered, but she was found at the trailer of the local drug dealer flunky Freak that makes a spectacle of himself in the lunchroom and isn’t afraid to poke fun at the jocks like any normal nerd should be.

Chrissy didn’t do drugs.

That’s what he told everyone who suggested that she could’ve possibly been there for unsavory reasons. Because why would Chrissy hide something like that from him? She loved him! Right?

Add in a sprinkling of period appropriate Satanic Panic™️ and you’ve got yourself a corrupt Paladin who’s deluded himself in his rage and religious paranoia into thinking he’s doing the right thing. It’s Anakin Skywalker all over again, my dudes. Just FAR less appealing.

Taking all of that into account, I don’t think Jason should’ve shown up at the Creel house just because some random dude happened to spot Erica there. That’s lazy writing, tbh.

I think Jason should’ve gone to Eddie’s trailer after someone tipped him off that Eddie had been spotted going inside with a whole group of people, because come on. How were they not spotted?

Picture it:

He and two of his basketball buddies show up and case the place. They check the windows and the surrounding area, and decide to send someone in when they see no one inside.

Jason insists he go in himself.

The Freak is his to take down once and for all.

He walks into the trailer, so focused on checking his surroundings that he very nearly misses the sheet rope dangling from the ceiling over a mattress.

He looks up and his jaw drops open when he sees the portal; this orange glowing tear in the fabric of the universe.

Without a second thought, he pulls himself through, landing on the other side to see the same trailer, but somehow different, darker, with thick black vines covering every available surface.

He hears the sound of an electric guitar wailing from somewhere outside, louder than anything he’s ever heard before.

He dodges the vines and rushes out the door, his heart skipping a full beat as he takes in the sight of the Upside Down for the first time; the unearthly red and orange sky, the overwhelming stench of death and decay, the falling ash that burns his lungs and throat.

He turns back toward the trailer then to see none other than Eddie Munson, standing on the roof of his trailer in what he’s pretty certain is Hell, playing his guitar as if his very life depends on it.

Beside him on the roof, one of the Hellfire kids, Dustin Henderson, calls out a countdown. Jason can’t figure out why until he sees a massive black cloud approaching from the distance.

The one man metal concert ends, and then Munson and the kid are climbing down from the roof and their eyes meet.

“Is this hell?” Jason yells, his voice cracking with something so much deeper than fear.

“Was this your plan all along, Freak? To open a goddamn portal to hell?”

Because this has to be Eddie’s doing, right? He killed Chrissy. He killed Patrick too, right in front of him. This had to be his doing!

Eddie pushes the guitar over his shoulder, eyes flickering up toward the swiftly approaching cloud of… something. Several somethings.

“Jason, man, you really shouldn’t be here!” Munson says with wide eyes.

Jason raises his hand holding the gun he bought from the War Zone, the weight comfortable and familiar against his palm.

“So what are you gonna do about it, Freak? You gonna kill me too?”

Munson doesn’t even raise his hands at the sight of the gun, distracted as the Henderson kid calls out:

“Eddie they’re almost here! We need to get inside!”

And suddenly Jason can hear the ungodly screeches of approaching creatures; the black cloud becomes a writhing swarm of hundreds upon hundreds of enormous demonic bats.

“What the-“

And before Jason can finish, he’s being herded back into the trailer by Munson and the kid, who quickly bar the door and celebrate their apparently successful escape.

“What the hell is going on here?” Jason demands when he’s finally able to form words through the tight and terrified clench of his throat.

“Jason, we’ll explain everything later. Just…just go back through the portal,” Munson says, and Jason gets the distinct and deeply unsettling feeling that he’s intruded upon something he really really shouldn’t have.

Something he couldn’t begin to understand.

But it’s too late.

The screeching bat like creatures are suddenly battering and clawing against all sides of the reinforced trailer, breaking through vents in a flurry of black wings that Jason is certain will haunt his every waking moment till the day he dies.

He’s petrified, but Munson and the kid are flanking him on either side, shielding him from harm with garbage can lids pierced through with nails.

They’re protecting him.

They’re cursing and screaming in fear, but they’re standing their ground and fighting off the demon bats and Jason realises all at once that he was wrong. He was so so wrong about Eddie Munson and the Hellfire kids.

Munson and Henderson are arguing as they manage to bar the door, but Jason isn’t listening; can’t hear a thing through the shock ringing in his ears like tinnitus.

Henderson is ushering the both of them toward the portal, saying something about giving the others enough time and how they need to go.

Jason is very much into the idea of leaving, and Munson looks just as enthusiastic.

Henderson goes first, shimmying up the rope with Munson’s help until the gravity of the other side pulls him in to land on the dingy mattress below.

Jason follows at Munson’s beckoning, his feet connecting with the mattress on the other side when the screeching and clawing suddenly stops; fades away like a dream upon waking.

The bats are leaving. Why are they leaving?

And Jason knows that look in Munson’s eye.

That look that says:

“My teammates need my help, so I’m going to help them even if it benches me.”

It feels almost diminutive to compare this situation to basketball, but it’s the only thing he can think of.

When Eddie cuts the rope and runs out, Jason follows, using a chair to boost himself up and vaulting right back through into hell.

They lead the bats away from whoever the ‘others’ are.

When they can no longer run, they face the swarm together.

The pain is blinding, but Jason fights through it because he was wrong.

He was so very wrong.

He turned the entire town against Eddie Munson out of fear and misplaced jealousy, and yet, after everything he’d put the other man through, here he was standing back to back with him, fighting with him, defending him.

And sure, Jason had no earthly idea what they were doing or where they were or who they were keeping the bats from, but he did know that he would keep going until the end.

The end that was coming for both of them.

He refuses to let that happen. He throws himself in front of Eddie as the swarm bears down, throwing the other boy back to take the brunt of the attack.

And it hurts more than anything he’s ever experienced, but he stands his ground despite Eddie’s cries, because he needs to make this right; for Munson, for Chrissy, and for himself.

He says as much when he finally crumbles to the ground in tandem with the bats, his blood mingling with Eddie’s as the other boy holds him in his arms, tears he doesn’t deserve gathering in his eyes.

“I believe you,” Jason finds it in himself to nod, ignoring the searing pain in his neck at the small movement. He’s pretty certain there’s a bit of it missing.

“I believe you didn’t kill Chrissy. I-I shouldn’t have blamed you.”

“Yeah. I gotta say, that was a bit of a bummer, man.”

And Jason actually laughs, or gurgles. There’s so much blood in his mouth.

“I was kinda being framed by a telepathic wizard, if you can believe that.”

“Is that why you’re down here?” he asks, and Eddie nods with no small amount of effort, wincing as his own wounds are jarred by the movement.

“Yeah. We came here to defeat him before he could kill another. I’m-“ he swallows, motioning around to the scattered bodies of the demon bats.

“I’m pretty sure this means that we did it. Or at least did something.”

“Good,” Jason says, his eyes slipping closed.

He’s so tired.

“I don’t know if you could ever forgive me. I sure as hell wouldn’t,” Jason speaks with another weak laugh that rattles in his ribs and burns in his lungs.

“But I want to say I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything. I… I guess I just needed someone to blame for my own failings. For never noticing that she needed help. I…”

He whimpers as his vision begins to darken.

“Don’t worry about it right now, dude. Just… stay with me.”

“I-I’m not a bad person. I didn’t think I was, but I…” Jason can’t tell if the wetness on his cheeks is blood or tears.

“Jason, man. You marched into hell with me and helped fight a battle you didn’t belong in.”

Munson says that like it’s unbelievable, but Jason hadn’t even considered it an option to not go back through; to not follow the other boy into the swarm.

“It was…” he starts and stops and starts again. Even keeping his eyes open to meet Eddie’s takes so much effort.

“It was an honor, Munson. Really.”

And Eddie was speaking again, calming words and pleading whispers for him to stay awake,

But he was already gone.

#gimme that Boromir style death scene #I crave that shit #gimme the enemies to allies Disney fast pass style #Eddie could’ve lived #and Jason could’ve died for his redemption #this could’ve been a thing!!!#Steddie #it’s not a Steddie post #but imagine Steve finding them like that #comforting Eddie after yet another person died before his eyes #everything is Steddie if you’re mentally ill #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson lives

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The Three Dimensions Exchange Week

A/N: This is the first fanfiction I have written in a long time, so I'm not entirely confident in my skills. Also, Y/N does not refer to you, the reader. She is an entire entity of her own

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45005755/chapters/113241184

@voltagefandomproject Here ya go. Part one of the multi-chapter work. More mention of the Court of Darkness Squad and the Twisted Wonderland Squad to be written

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Chapter 1

“Hey! Apu! Wake up!” Saima half-whispered to Parvana.

“Saima, it’s 6:30 am. Calm down.” said the latter.

Saima has been awaiting this day for the past several weeks. Diavolo had proposed hosting another exchange event, but this would be a bit different from the usual. This time, people, thaumaturges, fae, merfolk, and beastmen from other dimensions will come to the devildom for a five-day and four-night stay for the program. Since Saima was well-acquainted with Night Raven College in Twisted Wonderland They would help host the event. Joanne, who is now staying at Purgatory Hall for the time, was in Saligia at the Royal Academy of Concordia for the past several months, so she would help to host the event too.

“My alarm isn’t supposed to go off until the next half hour,” said Parvana, looking at her phone.

“I can’t help it! I’m gonna see my friends again after a long time!”

“They’re not gonna come until 2 o’clock. Well, if you have this much energy, you can help me clean the House of Lamentation”

As if that would be a problem. They gladly accepted the task, and since they had their sister to help them, it would be a hell of a lot less stressful than cleaning up Ramshackle dorm. There would be a dinner party hosted at the House, so some last-minute touch-ups wouldn’t hurt. It wasn’t long after the two sisters started cleaning when Lucifer came into the living room where they were currently at

“Good morning, you two,” said he. “You’re up early.”

“Saima was too excited to sleep,” Parvana replied. “So I thought it would be a good idea to do some last-minute cleaning before her friends come over.”

“Haha, good thinking. Oh, I was about to tell you to put your caramel pudding in a safer place. Beel’s going to be back from his morning workout soon.”

“Alrighty then. Thanks for the heads up.”

Cleaning the House of Lamentation proved to be an easier job than either Saima or Parvana expected since Lucifer had enlisted the help of his brothers. By quarter to noon, everything was spotless.

“Mannn…” Mammon sighed. “That was a lot. I can't believe I woke up to do all this cleanin'”

“At the very least, your friends would be comfortable,” Satan chuckled.

“Of course, I’d want to go all out for this. Actually, I’m pretty excited to meet Joanne’s friends, too. I'm especially excited to meet Sherry. She seems especially cool” said Saima.

Leviathan was about to say something when Lucifer came in with a peculiar expression on his face. “Lord Diavolo asked us to meet him at the RAD Council room to discuss a last-minute change of plan,” he said.

“A last-minute change?” Murmurs of confusion rippled through the living room.

“He didn’t tell me what exactly will happen. We should go and hear about it.”

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“I’m glad you all could make it,” Lord Diavolo said. Everyone from the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall had congregated in the council room, all with looks of confusion on their faces. “Now, you all may be wondering why I have gathered you all here. I have only told you that there would be a last-minute change of plans. This will not affect the event, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

“Oh? Then what’s going to happen?” Asked Solomon.

“That’s what I will tell you right now. Someone named Wattpad Y/N has sought asylum here in the Devildom so she will be staying at the new House Limbo for the time being with the new exchange students.”

“Did you say Wattpad Y/N?” said Levi

“Yes. Do you know her?”

“Ehh… Let’s just say that we’re in for… a lot.”

“Anyways, why is this person seeking asylum here?” Joanne asked.

“I’ll get to that right now,” Barbatos chimed in. “We know that Y/N is being hunted down by a subdivision of the Devildom’s Mafia. She requested that I don’t disclose the reason, as she does not feel comfortable with that.”

That’s a first, Parvana thought. And judging by Saima, Joanne, Levi, Satan, Belphie and Solomon’s faces, they seemed to be thinking the same thing. Murmurs of concern and confusion rippled throughout the room

“The Mafia?!” Luke, Beel, and Simeon yelped.

“She will be staying at the new house with the exchange students until we can find that group of demons and bring them to justice.”

If Joanne wasn’t already dreading what was to come in less than two hours, she sure was now.

“Why do I get a feeling of Deja Vu from this?”

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certified-boyliker · 1 year

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hi monty, went thru some of ur works and i love your writing, thank you for sharing your work! especially that one lev fic from ur old account(i think?) made me so sad coz hes my little baby lol😭 but enough about me talking about lev, i was actually gonna ask for a hurt/comfort with satan! i think hes very pretty and smart enough to hold a conversation and respectful enough to deserve my love(unfortunately unlike my irl crushes lol), but although he is not real, i sometimes feels like he doesn’t love himself as much as i do. he’s always worried about being his own person apart from lucifer, knowing as much as he can, getting good marks, presenting himself the best etc. i want to play with his soft fluffy hair and tell him to relax and that he is a world in and of himself. sorry if this is oddly specific lol feel free to ignore this! thank you in advance, have an amazing day and i love you!

First off, thank you very much! You're so nice (and yes, on my old writing account, I did write the Lev one)

And I love Satan so much!!

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You Are Satan Actor: Satan MPAA Rating: Everyone, hurt and comfort Notes: GN!Reader

It was nearing the time for finals, so you went to find Mammon to make sure he wasn't using something to cheat when he was in class.

"No, no, that isn't right..."

Your ears perked up at hearing the frustrated voice, and peeked into a room, noticing all of the messy books.

"Is Satan frustrated?"

You walked into the room and looked around for him, noticing him at a desk, with multiple textbooks piled up around him. He was muttering to himself, pouring over the books, and many papers, most likely trying to ingrain as much as the information as he can.

"No, this is the right answer... damn it all!" He groaned, slamming his fist on the desk.

"Satan...?"

He quickly looked up and smiledd upon seeing you.

"Ah, hello." He turned back to his textbook. "Is there something you need?"

"Just checking on everyone. You seem to be the only one who's studying."

"Yes, well... Lucifer isn't studying?"

"Not that I saw. He just seemed to be getting some paperwork done."

Satan stared at the desk. "...He doesn’t even have to try..."

You cocked your head. "Huh?"

Satan groaned loudly. "I guess all I'll be is a damn copy of him..."

You sat next to him. "What do you mean?"

He sighed shakily. "Whenever finals rolls around... all of my teachers always mention Lucifer. Saying how close I was to him... and he's not even studying right... right now... what the hell does that say about me?"

You rubbed his back. "Is that why you're getting frustrated right now?"

He pushed your arm off. "Maybe." He picked up his pen. "Is there any real reason you're here?"

You watched him angrily scribble down more notes. You didn't answer his question and he ignored your worried looks, avoiding your gaze.

"Well?"

"I... heard you getting frustrated, and wanted to check on you."

He stopped his scribbling and looked up at you. "Did you now? Hm."

You glared at his work. You then decided to grab his paper and tossed it away.

"Hey-!"

"You are officially not allowed to do anymore work."

"Give me my-"

"Nope!" You pulled him off of his chair and over to his window seat.

Satan sputtered as he was pulled into your lap, his head resting in your lap.

"This is absurd-"

"No it's not." You ran your fingers through his hair. "It really isn't. You need rest."

He glared, but his face slowly began to soften. You caressed his face, and patted his hair.

He lied there before slowly sinking into your hold.

"You're not just an extension of Lucifer. You're much different than him."

"Then why do so many people compare us?"

You hesitated. "...Perhaps they're close-minded. They're not willing to let you be your own person."

He slowly turned his face and pressed his face against your stomach. He wrapped his arms around your torso and sniffled quietly.

"Satan?"

"I hate it... I hate being compared to him..."

You ran your hands through his hair. "I know... but you are Satan and you are different from Lucifer." You looks around his room. "You're an amazing reader and you take incredible notes. You're ready to defend your family when outsiders insult them."

You heard the sniffles get impossibly quieter, and he pressed his cheek against your stomach.

"I love you, Satan."

He sniffled once more. "I love you, too."

#satan x reader #satan obey me #obey me x reader #om x reader #omswd x reader #satan om #gn reader

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illuminated-in-darkness · 5 months

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Moar cause I wanna know (if not previously answered) and love your music takes (and all others): 12, 13, 15, 16, 17, 18 ❤️❤️

thankyouuuuu

12. A song you feel should be higher up Lol kind of several but You First by Paramore is 96th and I feel like I've listened to it a lot more haha, plus it has some kicker lyrics and is just a banger

Karma's gonna come for all of us And I hope, well I hope, I just hope She comes, comes for you first, oh

Turns out I'm living in a horror film Where I'm both the killer and the final girl

13. The song with the most peculiar sound (to you) Oooooh okay so it doesn't seem peculiar to me anymore bc I've listened to it so much, but Two Scenes by San Fermin bc of weird and ever-changing time signatures, as well as almost like two fully different songs in one (as the title suggests) that then merge into one and there's a recurring kinda like 'meep' sound for lack of a better description hahaha that runs throughout the album and is noticeable here during several parts plus san fermin is typical rock band instruments with also a violin, trumpet, and bari sax (instead of bass) and it's very cool but also probably weird the first time hearing it

On the other hand, one that I've listened to a lot and still feels... not peculiar in a bad way but the percussion/instrumentation of it and the chords and timing is still super interesting to me is Working for the Knife by Mitski

15. Most danceable track This Hell by Rina Sawayama babeyyyy It's such a groove and it kind of actually has a dance that Rina and the dancers do on tour which is super fun and I poorly attempted to learn before the concert lol And just- with lyrics like these how can you not wanna dance?

God hates us? Alright then, buckle up, at dawn we're riding

Getting ready for the night Damned for eternity, but you're coming with me into the afterlife This hell is better with you We're burning up together, baby, that makes two 'Cause the devil's wearing Prada and loves a little drama, ooh-ooh This hell is better with you

Don't know why we're here, but might as well get down and dirty That Satan's looking thirsty, not even he can hurt me

Got my invitation to eternal damnation Get in line, pass the wine, bitch, we're going straight to Hell

16. A song everyone should know aaaaaahhhhh i don't know haha as much as I want great music to be heard by more people I'm also kind of protective about a lot of it - there's a lot of really good music I don't want ruined by people with like ill intent or whatever maybe Damage Gets Done by Hozier feat. Brandi Carlile I feel like it's a great song, especially a great driving song, their voices are just insane together, just big and free and soaring, and with lyrics that can just add to the banger of it all or really strike something if you feel like going deeper with them

17. Saddest song The Great Escape by Patrick Watson Eternal depression mood

Bad day Looking for the great escape

Hey child, things are looking down That's ok, you don't need to win anyways Don't be afraid, just eat up all the grey And it will fade all away

Spotify Wrapped ask game!

#ask game #thank youuuu #piratecaptainraven #paramore #san fermin #mitski #rina sawayama #hozier #brandi carlile #patrick watson #ask #mine

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Christmas Eve 2009

“Well? What do you think?” Christina asked Howie as he came into the living room.

“So much better, thank you” he said kissing her cheek.

“No problem, always happy to help” Christina said picking up a stack of gifts.

“See? Now isn’t this much better?” Brian asked Nick.

“Sure, now that I started everything for you” Nick said.

“Oh sweetie…you tried” Christina said to him “Just…stick to singing” she said patting his shoulder.

“I hope our parents like the gift we have planned” Kyle said sitting on the coffee table next to Adam with a tray of cookies.

“Relax Kyle, it’s a picture, not gold bars wrapped in diamonds and hundred-dollar bills” Adam said to him.

“Who cares, I’m seeing dead people and fictional holiday characters…” Bradley said sullenly as he stuck a candy cane back in his mouth “And I’m really getting sick of these things” he said throwing the candy cane into the fire behind him.

“Bradley, for the last time, Nat’s dad was not here” Kyle said to him.

“Yes he was! He was right here in this room! I talked to him!” Bradley said.

“Maybe it was Ed’s assistant” Kyle said to him.

“Ed doesn’t have an assistant…and even if he did why did Ed show up like 5 minutes later to fix the lights himself?” Bradley asked.

“It’s Christmas time he probably got mixed up or something…how hard were you thrown back during the explosion anyways?” Kyle asked.

“Not like it makes a difference” Adam said biting into a Christmas cookie.

“Bradley, if you say you saw Nat’s dad, then I believe you saw him” Harry said patting his shoulder.

“Oh, well, thanks Harry” Bradley said.

“He’s losing it” Harry mouthed to Kyle and Adam once Bradley turned away, the both subtly nodded.

Bradley’s head snapped around to look back at Harry who smiled at him “Oh to hell with you guys!” Bradley said getting up from his seat.

“Why go to hell when I can just go to Adam’s room, it’s basically the same thing” Harry said taking Bradley’s seat.

Adam chuckled “Oh I get it…because I’m Satan” he said laughing lightly “Get some new material” he said irritated as he got up.

The front door opened and Sasha stepped in, she gasped “Oh my god, Chris, this place looks amazing” she said.

“Thank you” Christina said taking a small bow.

“Wait a second, what makes you think I didn’t do this?” Nick asked.

“Because it actually looks good” she said looking around.

“From their mothers” Brian muttered to himself as he and Vicki hung stockings on the fireplace.

Vicki looked at him suspiciously “Excuse me?” she asked.

"Hmm? What?" he asked smiling sweetly at her.

“Sorry I wasn’t able to help this year” Sasha said to Christina.

“Oh don’t worry about it I know you were swamped with work, besides Adam was nice enough to help me” Christina said to her.

Adam looked up fearfully, everyone turned to look at him in surprise. Looks of amusement crossed the faces of Bradley, Kyle, and Harry “Oh alright fine” he said “I like to decorate and wrap presents…don’t judge me!” he said storming out of the room.

“I really wish Neilson was able to hear that” Bradley said “I’m gonna text him” Bradley said pulling out his phone.

“So how’d the second store work out?” Christina asked.

“Perfectly…but to show I’m not a total scrooge as some would think…” she said looking towards Nick.

“When did I say anything?” Nick asked.

“I’m donating some of the profits to charity” Sasha said.

“Well that’s nice of you” Christina said.

“Well thank you” Sasha said to her.

“Didn’t you say you were bringing someone?” Christina asked her.

“Well I was planning on inviting Janitor Bob, as a thank you for filling in last minute but as I was leaving the mall I heard Ms. Beaumont on the phone telling the mall manager that he just up and quit his job and I can’t seem to get ahold him” Sasha said.

“Really” Bradley said.

“Maybe he had somewhere else to be” Christina said to her.

“Yeah…maybe he did” Bradley said to himself, holding a Santa Claus ornament in his hand before hanging it from the tree.

“Hey look who I brought” Neilson said coming inside.

“Merry Christmas!” Natalie said.

“Oh…and here I was hoping it was someone good” Adam said sitting down on the couch.

“Wow this place looks great” Natalie said as Neilson helped her with her coat “Adam, I didn’t know you had such great taste” she said.

“Yeah, I hear you’re a regular Martha Stewart” Neilson said as Adam sat up horrified and irritated and looked at Bradley who was quietly snickering to himself “You son of a bitch!” he said angrily.

“Hey!” Bradley said “Leave my dad out of this!” he said laughing.

Brian's face fell and he turned to look at Bradley angrily.

“Hey everyone!” Kellie said standing in the doorway.

“Hey, Merry Christmas!” Christina said to her.

“Merry Christmas” Kellie said to her “I hope it’s okay that I brought a special guest” she said as the door opened.

“Ho ho ho” Kevin said coming inside.

“Hey!” they said happily, greeting him.

“You said you weren’t coming home!” AJ said greeting him.

“Yep, the perfect cover” Kevin said.

“Dad!” Kyle said coming in from the kitchen.

“Hey, Merry Christmas” Kevin said hugging him.

“What are you doing here? You said you were staying in New York” Kyle said.

“Well what kind of surprise would it be if I told you I was coming home?” Kevin asked him.

“Well I’m actually glad you’re here because, we have an awesome surprise for you guys” Kyle said “Guys?” he asked.

“Really? We have to make a big deal out of this?” Adam asked.

“Just get up and give them the presents!” Kyle said, Adam rolled his eyes.

“I know, son, believe me…I know” Kevin said putting his arm around Kyle and patting his arm.

They handed everyone a package each.

“Alright, ready?” Kyle asked.

“Yes! Can we open them?” Sasha asked excitedly.

“Go head” Kyle said as they each tore the paper off.

“Oh my god!”

“This is so sweet!” Sasha and Christina cooed as they each held a picture of the boys together at the mall’s Santa’s Workshop.

“This is perfect!” Vicki said.

“Told you they’d like ‘em” Kyle said to Adam.

“Yep, you sure showed me” Adam said.

Brian took a seat on the coffee table “Merry Christmas” he said handing Vicki a present.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Open it and see” he said as she tore the paper off and opened up a velvet oblong box.

She gasped “My bracelet, where’d you find it?” she asked happily.

“When we were helping your mom move over the summer, I found it in an old jewelry box, the chain was worn and broken so I sent it away and had it fixed” he said “This is so amazing, I loved this thing” she said.

“I also took the liberty of adding a few more charms to it” he said.

“I see, thank you so much” she said as they kissed.

“Ugh, alright, enough with that” Bradley said disgusted.

“Bradley for most of your life you have wanted us to get back together” Brian said “And now that we are, you have a problem with it?” he asked.

“Doesn’t mean I want to see you guys making out every ten seconds” Bradley said to him.

“Merry Christmas” Neilson said presenting Natalie her gift.

“Oh my god, thank you…you didn’t have to get me anything” she said.

He looked around in bewilderment “…no I wanted to” he said to her.

She tore the paper off and opened the velvet box “Oh my god” she said looking at it.

“Check the back” he said.

She flipped it over to see the engravement “Oh my…this is…how did you get this?” she asked shocked and confused.

“Let’s just say I had some help” he said.

"More like divine intervention" Bradley said behind him, Neilson turned and slapped his arm.

“Thank you so much” she said tearfully, hugging him tightly.- Santa's Helpers, ch.5

#jr. bsb series #original characters #bsb fan fiction #the holiday season #christmas 2009 #christmas #santa's helpers

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Sister Savita Manwani

Gospel Ministration

27.10.23

"Praise the Lord! It’s time for today’s word ministration. I welcome you all in Jesus Name.

Let us Pray: Heavenly Father, thank you for the gift of life and this precious moment you gave us to hear your word. I pray that you send your Holy Spirit to guide and to teach us all the truth of your word. We give all glory and honor to your Holy Name. In Jesus name we pray. Amen.

Topic: The Wrath of God

Wrath is defined as “the emotional response to perceived wrong and injustice,” often translated as “anger,” “indignation,” “vexation,” or “irritation.” Both humans and God express wrath. But there is vast difference between the wrath of God and the wrath of man. God’s wrath is holy and always justified; man’s is never holy and rarely justified.

The wrath of God is a fearsome and terrifying thing. Only those who have been covered by the blood of Christ, shed for us on the cross, can be assured that God’s wrath will never fall on them. “Since we have now been justified by His blood, how much more shall we be saved from God’s wrath through Him!” (Romans 5:9).

Satan’s Grand Deception

Satan has sold the world a bill of goods concerning the nature of God. Most people, both Christian and non-Christian, tend to view God as being a sort of Cosmic Teddy Bear.

They see Him as big and warm and soft, full of infinite love and forgiveness. He couldn’t hurt a fly, and He certainly wouldn’t be so cruel as to condemn or harm any beings created in His own image. On the Day of Judgment, God will simply give everyone a big hug and wink at their sins.

The only problem with this wonderfully comforting image is that it is a lie straight from the pit of Hell.

The True God

Yes, the Bible teaches that God is loving, patient, caring, and forgiving (Psalms 86:15 and John 3:16). As the apostle John put it, “God is love” (1 John 4:8).

Two of my favorite passages in the Bible emphasize the personal loving nature of God. One was penned by the apostle Peter. In 1 Peter 5:6-7 he says that we are to cast all our anxieties upon God “because He cares for you.” That is a very comforting thought.

The other passage that I love to read over and over consists of words spoken by the prophet Jeremiah in Lamentations 3:22-24 - The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end; They are new every morning; Great is Thy faithfulness, “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I will hope in Him.”

But the Bible also clearly teaches that there is another aspect of God’s character that is equally important. It is the aspect that Satan wants us to ignore, and he has been very successful in prompting ministers to overlook it. After all, it doesn’t produce popular sermons! I’m speaking, of course, of the holiness of God (Leviticus 11:44; Isaiah 6:3; 1 Peter 1:16).

Grace or Wrath?

The Bible teaches that God is perfectly holy. Because of this attribute of His character, He cannot tolerate sin (Numbers 14:18). The Bible says God must deal with sin, and He does so in one of two ways — either grace or wrath.

All of us seem to know John 3:16 — a very comforting verse about God’s love for us. But few of us seem to be aware of the words recorded a few verses later in John 3:36 — words taken from a sermon by John the Baptist: “He who believes in the Son has eternal life, but he who does not obey the Son shall not see life, but the wrath of God abides on him”.

The apostle Paul emphasized this point in his preaching and teaching. In Ephesians 5 he warns against immorality, covetousness, and idolatry, and then he adds this observation: “Let no one deceive you with empty words, for because of these things, the wrath of God comes upon the sons of disobedience” (Ephesians 5:6).

We come under God’s grace by placing our faith in Jesus and appropriating His atoning sacrifice for our lives (1 John 1:7). There is no salvation apart from Jesus (Acts 4:10-12). Those who have rejected God’s free gift of grace in Jesus are under God’s wrath (John 3:36), and they have no one to blame but themselves.

The Unchangeable God

Despite the Bible’s clear teaching that our Creator is a God of both love and wrath, but number of pastors argue that the God of wrath is the Old Testament God and not the God of the New Testament. In the process they ignore another clear teaching of the Bible that is found in Malachi 3:6 where God, speaking of Himself, says, “I, the LORD do not change…”

The New Testament confirms this important point in Hebrews 13:8 where it says, “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today, and forever.”

Nonetheless, Jesus seems always to be presented in sermons as the meek and gentle Savior who is full of grace and forgiveness. That statement is true, but it is not the full picture. Jesus castigated the Pharisees, calling them “hypocrites,” “serpents” and a “brood of vipers.”

Likewise, in His letters to the seven churches of Asia Minor, Jesus condemned the church at Thyatira for tolerating a false prophetess. He called upon the church to repent, and then He warned that if they refused to repent of their immorality, He would cast the offenders “upon a bed of sickness,” killing them with pestilence (Revelation 2:22-23).

Types of Wrath

The Bible reveals several different aspects of the wrath of God:

Consequential Wrath — This is what might be called “sowing and reaping wrath.” It is the wrath we bring upon ourselves when we reap what we sow through sinful living.

Cataclysmic Wrath — As evidenced in disasters, either natural or man-made, like the 9/11 attacks. God allows these as a way of calling people and nations to repentance.

Abandonment Wrath — The wrath exhibited by God when He turns His back on a person or a society, allowing self-destruction.

Eschatological Wrath — The wrath God will unleash on all the world during the Great Tribulation.

Eternal Wrath — The ultimate punishment God will inflict upon those who are consigned to Hell.

Abandonment Wrath:

God’s wrath of abandonment is what our nation is experiencing today. Again, this type of wrath can fall on an individual as well as a society.

A biblical example of it in the life of an individual can be found in the story of Samson. Although he was mightily anointed by God to protect Israel from the Philistines, he persisted in sexual sin to the point that the Scriptures say that “the Lord departed from him” (Judges 16:20).

As a result, he was captured by the Philistines and ended up committing suicide.

In Romans chapter one, the Apostle Paul strongly warns of God’s wrath of abandonment concerning nations. He asserts that “the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who suppress the truth in unrighteousness…”

(Romans 1:18). He then proceeds to tell how God does this when dealing with a nation that is in rebellion against Him.

First, God steps back and lowers the hedge of protection around the nation, allowing evil to multiply. The result is an outbreak of sexual sin (Romans 1:24-25).

If the nation refuses to repent, God takes a second step back and lowers the hedge even further (Romans 1:26-27), producing a plague of homosexuality. But the nation gained momentum when our Supreme Court struck down all sodomy laws.

If the nation persists in its rebellion, God will take a third step back and abandon the nation to “a depraved mind” (Romans 1:28). This depravity was manifested in this nation when our Supreme Court sanctioned same-sex marriage.

The Eschatological Wrath:

God’s eschatological wrath will fall on all the world when Jesus returns (Jude 1:14-15). The passage in Revelation which pictures the return of Jesus says that He will return in righteousness to “judge and wage war” (Revelation 19:11).

The first time Jesus came, He came in loving compassion with eyes filled with tears. But when He returns, He will come in vengeance (Revelation 6:12-17), with eyes like a flame of fire (Revelation 19:12). He will come to destroy the enemies of God (Revelation 19: 11).

The presidents and kings and prime ministers of the world will get on their knees and cry out for the rocks and mountains to fall upon them, so great will be the terror of the Lord (Revelation 6:15-17). The unrighteous will stumble about like blind men, and their blood will be poured out like dust (Zephaniah 1:17).

The Meaning of Wrath:

Does this make God a “monster”? No! On the contrary, it proves His goodness, for how could a good God ignore the evil of sin and allow it to go unpunished? His wrath against evil will demonstrate His righteousness.

The prophet Nahum summed it up best. Writing of the love of God, he said, “The Lord is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble, and He knows those who take refuge in Him” (Nahum 1:7). But a few verses earlier Nahum had also spoken of the holiness and wrath of God:

A jealous and avenging God is the LORD; The LORD is avenging and wrathful. The LORD takes vengeance on His adversaries, And He reserves wrath for His enemies. 3) The LORD is slow to anger and great in power, And the LORD will by no means leave the guilty unpunished… (Nahum 1:2-3)

God’s wrath is never motivated primarily by a desire to punish. Rather, it is designed to bring people to repentance so that they might be saved. Even in His wrath, God remembers mercy.

God demonstrates His mercy in wrath by never pouring out His wrath without warning. He tried to warn Sodom and Gomorrah through Abraham. He warned Noah’s world through the preaching of Noah for 120 years. He sent both Jonah and Nahum to warn the pagan city of Nineveh.

Consider too how He sent prophet after prophet to call the nations of Israel and Judah to repentance (2 Chronicles 36:15-16): The LORD, the God of their fathers, sent word to them again and again by His messengers, because He had compassion on His people and on His dwelling place; but they continually mocked the messengers of God, despised His words and scoffed at His prophets, until the wrath of the LORD arose against His people, until there was no remedy.

God’s mercy in wrath is also manifested in the fact that He always leads up to His final outpouring of wrath through a series of progressive judgments. These judgments are outlined in detail in Deuteronomy 28:15-57.

This characteristic of God’s wrath is demonstrated in the prophecies concerning the Tribulation. Rather than simply pouring out His wrath on the rebellious nations of the world, destroying them in one instant of overwhelming catastrophe, He subjects the world to a series of judgments that sequentially increase in scope and intensity (Revelation 6,8-9,16).

Although most people refuse to repent in response to these judgments (Revelation 9:20-21), there is “a great multitude, which no one could count, from every nation and all tribes and peoples and tongues” who do repent and respond to Jesus in faith (Revelation 7:9).

These radically different responses to the wrath of God illustrate the point that is often made by Billy Graham: “The same sun that melts the butter also hardens the clay.” The wrath of God melts some hearts in repentance, but it has the effect of hardening the hearts of many others.

Wrath and the Redeemed:

Many Christians respond negatively to Bible prophecy. It’s not at all unusual to hear a Christian say something like this: “I don’t want to hear anything about prophecy because it’s too full of gloom and doom.”

Well, there is a lot of gloom and doom for those who refuse to respond to God’s gift of love in Jesus. But there is only good news for the Redeemed.

The Old Testament ends with a passage that presents both the gloom and the joy of end time prophecy. Malachi says that when the Lord returns, the day will be “like a furnace; and all the arrogant and every evildoer will be chaff” (Malachi 4:1). That’s the bad news.

But consider the good news: “But for you who fear My name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings; and you will go forth and skip about like calves from the stall” (Malachi 4:2).

There is no reason for any child of God to fear the wrath of God. Paul wrote that since we have been justified by the blood of Christ, “we shall be saved from the wrath of God through Him” (Romans 5:9). And in a most comforting verse, Paul told the Thessalonians that Jesus will “deliver” the Redeemed “from the wrath to come” (1 Thessalonians 1:10). The reason, Paul explained, is that “God has not destined us for wrath, but for obtaining salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ” (1 Thessalonians 5:9).

A Plea:

Are you under grace or wrath? The choice is yours. Jesus is coming soon. When He appears, will He be your Blessed Hope or your Holy Terror? Will you cry for the mountains to fall upon you? Or, will you go forth leaping with joy like a calf released from a stall?

God loves you and He wants you to accept His Son as your Savior so that you will come under grace and can participate in an event that will occur when Jesus returns (Isaiah: 35:10): And the ransomed of the Lord will return, And come with joyful shouting to Zion, With everlasting joy upon their heads. They will find gladness and joy, And sorrow and sighing will flee away.

Allow me to end here. God bless you.

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Tiktoc is a wonderful thing. So many creators and so many points of view. After spending months watching people speak on religion, I figured out what I have been going thru for so many years. I never knew what to call it. For years, I have searched for something to believe in. A higher power that I could lean on in times of hardship. Growing up in Texas, I was conditioned to believe that it was a requirement. At 17, my mother came out of the closet. We spent a lot of time in my childhood reading the bible together so I know it from front to back. Looking back I realize that I never really stopped to let myself fully comprehend what the bible was saying. I just followed my mothers que. When she came out, I didn't know what to think of Christianity anymore. My mother spent all that time teaching me homosexuality was immoral but was now immoral herself. Was I supposed to hate her for it? Was she going to burn for it?

I went in search of something to believe in. All forms of Christianity. I tried to worship each of them but it seemed so awkward to me now.

When I moved to New York I began to see other walks of life that I had never been exposed to before. People from other countries showed me that Christianity has many different faces. Most of them were very open about its flaws. I met a woman thru the women’s shelter in Washington Heights that really helped shape my perspective on religion in general. She claimed she was a medium and had spoken with many spirits in her lifetime. Little did I know that, in the future, I would soon see exactly what she was talking about.

My journey moved out of Christianity into Catholicism. Again, it was awkward. Scratch that. I looked into what the celebrities were doing...... Too much chanting, tongues, and snakes. What the hell was I thinking? I'm not supposed to be questioning what I grew up with so I stopped voicing my search due to the scrutiny. Obviously I couldn't talk to family about it.

I left New York and moved home to Texas but was more pissed then ever. Fuck religion, fuck god, and fuck everyone who had ever taught me that religion in general had any value.

Where was god while my dad was beating us up? Where was god when my mother fell short of his glory? Where was god when that horrible family took my son from me? And where was god when every man that had ever walked into my life has treated me like a doormat?

After leaving the shelter in New York, the medium had given me a couple of books for the bus ride home, and I began to read them out of boredom. I won’t name the book here but the author wrote of how they feel about god and what god thinks of humanity. I finished the books in a different headspace. My first thought was I need to get out of Texas, but I have no where to go.

I attending a short college course on religious studies and was blown away again. So much hate and violence. Its given men the excuse to rape and pillage without consequence. These men came over here to the US so they could do the exact same thing they were doing in Europe.

Colorado offers a variety. I never hear a word about religions. Everyone here just gets up and goes to church. Its not made a spectacle out of. Do your thing, go worship. Why do I need to hear about it too?

What's the point of religion? I have enough to worry about. This entire time I was slowly pulling away from religion. Deconstructing my religion. I wouldn’t say I’m atheist but I’m close. In 2022, I became a member of the Satanic Temple. I can back something that doesn’t tell me I’m going to burn all the time. People don’t need religion to be good people.

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Ok so you made a list on they guys toxic traits. How would they react if the MC just snaped one day and broke out into sob because of what they did and say to them and the MC calls them out on it pointed put how Diavolo doesn't do or say the shit they do and hes full blood demon unlike them all in a croaked voice from crying so hard

React to MC Calling Them Out on Their Toxicity

Obey Me Brothers x MC angst HCs

Warnings: Yelling, toxic relationships, breakdowns, violence, Mammon being the guardian he was assigned to be :)

Summary: When MC finally breaks down and calls them out on their toxic behavior towards the human the boys finally realize just how different human emotions are from the creatures in hell they’ve grown so accustomed to.

I’m putting the contents of the original post this ask referred to under each of the characters to make it clearer for those who have not seen it

i know Lucifer is hot sexy big sex dominant professional daddy master man BUT please remember he shows his love via punishment and cruelty towards his family

- Lucifer was in the middle of hanging a crying Mammon upside down when it happened.

- “He’s in pain Lucifer, you should let him down! There are better ways to handle this,” MC had suggested only to be met with a low growl followed by:

- “Stay out of this, human, you are here to attend RAD and nothing else. Do not butt into our personal business.”

- He could practically feel MC’s upset expression as he continued to tie the knots around Mammon’s body

- “I’m a human, correct,” MC starts and he’s startled by their cold voice, “but what makes me human is my inability to stand by while someone I know is in so much pain!”

- Lucifer is a bit taken back by their boldness and is in his demon form holding them up by the throat in seconds.

- “Who the Hell do you think you are?!” He snarled, tightening his grip and pushing their struggling body against the wall harshly, causing their head to bounce off the wall with a loud thump, blood slowly beginning to trickle from the sight of the impact

- He could barely hear Mammon’s frantic cries for him to let go of the human as his adrenaline rushed, unable to believe that the human had actually spoken to him like that,

- He was suddenly ripped away from MC, thrown across the room and he looked up to see Diavolo had come

- “I had some paperwork I wanted to give you but instead walked in on you taking advantage of your strength over someone smaller than you, you’re pathetic,” Diavolo snarled, disgusted by Lucifer’s actions

- MC wailed and threw themselves against Diavolo, him tightly embracing them and trying to soothe them

- “Y-y-you’re the Lord of Demons and yet,” they sniffled and hiccupped into Diavolo’s chest as he continued to glare at Lucifer, who could only watch on in despair as he realized what he had done, “and yet you a-are so mu-uch kinder than them, th-thank you Diavolo!”

- “Wait, MC! I’m sorry!” Lucifer began to stand before realizing Mammon had managed to escape and was now holding him down, preventing him form moving toward the trembling human.

- “Lucifer... I don’t want to see you ever again!” MC had cried as Diavolo and them left the house.

- After MC was brought to the demon lord’s castle he received word from Barbatos that he had been suspended from his duties until further notice per the request of Diavolo.

- Barbatos also collected MC’s stuff, moving it to the Demon Lord’s castle where they would spend the rest of the year

- Lucifer couldn’t bring himself to leave his room, afraid of his brothers’ judgmental looks, he refused to see how much he had hurt the family and the relationship with the human he’d done so much to care for in just a matter of thirty seconds.

- Lucifer never forgives himself for hurting MC, but he acts like he was in the right for the sake of his ego.

- But he really missed MC and was angry with himself for letting them go so easily and for not just accepting that maybe they were right and he could change for them

- Everyone notices a decrease in the cruelty he showed towards his brothers

- how did a human manage to stir up these feelings within him?

I know Mammon is an adorable tsundere with a chaotic streak BUT please remember he also insults MC in order to keep up his own self image of being a “tough demon” even if he loves MC underneath the mask

- Mammon had been on his way back from getting scolded for stealing from Lucifer’s wallet once again, when he ran into MC

- “Mammon! What’s wrong? Are you Okay?!” He hastily wiped the tears from his face, MC really cares about me... a blush rises to his cheeks at that thought

- “Nothin’ is wrong, mind yer business,” he shoves past them

- “but you’re clearly hurting, Mammon let me help!”

- “I don’t need help from a stupid human,” he says, not turning to look at them due to his still red cheeks as he continued to be flustered by their concern for him

- “Stupid human....” he heard MC say quietly back to themselves, his heart sinking as he realized he said it so harshly

- “Hold on-MC- I didn-” he starts but is frozen in shock as he sees the human glaring at the floor with tears streaming down their cheeks, biting their lips to keep sobs trapped inside themselves. “MC, hey liste-” He reaches out to touch their shoulder but they jerk away turning from him.

- “Not even the demon who is meant to be the cruelest of them all calls me names for wanting to help him,” their voice trembled and his heart broke, “I just wanted to help... why do you insist on insulting me?”

- MC ran away from him, leaving the house, passing Asmo and Satan as they left.

- Satan chased after MC as Asmodeus walked up to Mammon, slapping him across the face harshly, “why can’t you just be honest with them for once?! Don’t you realize how badly you’ve been hurting them because you refuse to be nice to stroke your own ‘bad boy’ ego?!”

- Mammon stared at the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks silently, “I-I didn’t mean to hurt them,”

- “But you did. Not to mention you never even apologize for it,” Asmodeus walks away, leaving Mammon to stand alone, shamefully hanging his head as he fell to his knees.

- The one person who ever cared about him and he did nothing but insult them and yet still expected them to love him? What a douchebag he was...

- Guess he was nothing but a greedy scumbag

i know Levi is a cute blushy otaku recluse that we all want to top BUT he also gets jealous very easily which leads to him often getting violent or guilt tripping MC by insulting himself until they feel guilty and stay with him to make him feel better despite their own wishes

- Leviathan had jus ordered a new game titled “I just landed in Hell, seven hot demon lords are my roommates and I’m trying really hard not to fuck them”

- He rushed towards MC’s room, desperate for them to play with him

- He walked in without knocking and saw MC cuddled up with Mammon and Beel, watching some movie that none of them seemed to actually pay attention to as they just horsed around.

- “Hey, MC! I just got a new game, come on let’s go play it!” he tried not to let his jealousy show.

- “Ah, maybe later Levi, I’m hanging out with Beel and Mammon right now!” MC smiles kindly, to which he grows a bit sad

- “I get it... who would want to hangout with a yucky otaku like me anyway...” he lowers his head pouting

- “Levi, just give me a few minutes to finish the movie!” MC says, still trying to be kind and patient

- “No you don’t have to... I’m just going to go play alone like the loser I am...”

- “DON’T” MC stands up, Beel and Mammon watching as MC walks up to Levi, thinking that the human was going to go with him and play

- Levi smiles thinking the same thing and gets ready to leave, but instead MC comes to him and glares at him, making his heart sink

- “You do NOT get to guilt trip me like that,” MC growls, “I told you I need a minute, I never said any of that stuff and I KNOW you were saying that stuff just to get me to come with you instead of staying here,” Levi blushes as MC calls him out, his heart beating rapidly with nerves as he realizes just how mad MC was at him

- MC pushes him out of their room, slamming the door and he hears them mumbling some angry stuff to the other two brothers behind the door

- Ashamed of himself he goes back to his room and locks himself there for a few weeks, kind of waiting for MC to come check on him and apologize, but then he realizes that is exactly why they are mad at him, so he decides to try and get his shit together

- But his anxiety gets in the way and he decides MC would be better off without him and he tries to avoid them no matter how much he craves their attention

i know Satan is an intelligent man who is trying his best to keep his anger in check at all times BUT if you are in a relationship where someone is getting mad at you constantly despite their efforts pls look out for yourself and let yourself be selfish and avoid the person no matter how bad it may hurt them because your own happiness should come first

- After a fight with Lucifer, Satan had gone to his room to blow off some steam

- He was storming around and throwing things and throwing a temper tantrum

- MC came to check on him and they knocked politely, calling his name and asking if they could come in

- Despite using their manners and being as respectful as possible; their interruption of his tantrum pissed him the hell off

- He swung the door open and pushed them down, eyeing them like a normal demon would; nothing but an innocent soul to munch on

- MC tried to escape but he caught their ankle, and dangled them like a rag doll as his claws sunk into the limb he held

- He could see their mouth moving and tears streaming down their face but he couldn’t process the words they were wailing

- He only stopped when Mammon punched him harshly, causing him to drop the human and go flying through the nearest wall, which happened to be Asmodeus’s, who was infuriated by the destruction of his room, but his focus immediately turned to Mammon and the trembling human he held

- Satan could barely hear or see much of anything anymore as Mammon’s punch had knocked him nearly out-cold

- Later when his senses came back he went to MC to apologize

- When he walked in they screamed and cowered in the corner.

- “MC, I won’t hurt you I promise-”

- “You always say that! You promised to never hurt me, Satan! All I wanted was to see if you wanted anything to help you calm down but you decided that was reason enough to try and eat my soul. For fuck’s sake, Diavolo is the Demon Lord and he isn’t half as cruel and manipulative as you are!” He watched the human tremble and cry their response out

- The loud noises had once again caught the attention of the humans guardian for their time in the Devildom

- Mammon walked in and grabbed Satan by the collar, dragging him out the door and slamming it behind him

- Satan sat against the wall and could hear how much pain MC was in as they cried to Mammon and he wanted nothing more than to run in there and take his place but he knew he had royally fucked up

- Scared of his own anger, he decided to not leave his room unless he was attending RAD, family meals, or the Library, because he was so afraid of making the human he had loved afraid and he didn’t want them to feel so much pain just by seeing him

i know Asmodeus is a cute feminine boy with a love for self care and pampering and fashion BUT he always be littles others for not being as good or pretty as him and is super gossipy

- MC had come to school after a sleepover with Asmo, where things got deep and emotional and MC’s most shameful secret was revealed to him

- and he said he wouldn’t tell anybody. he really wasn’t going to but...

- MC noticed the weird stares followed by giggles of the succubi at RAD, clearly whispering about MC which made their stomach feel sick

- MC wasn’t sure what the deal was today until a succubus came up to them at lunch,

- “hey human, i heard that *insert your most humiliating memory*” she snickers with her friends, watching mc turn pale

- Unable to form words MC bolted out of there

- Unluckily for Asmodeus, MC just do happened to run into him

- “Ah! MC, dear, be careful or you and I will both ends up bruised-“ he’s cut off by a slapping sound

- he’s in so much shock he doesn’t even realize MC had slapped him for a few seconds

- “I should’ve known better than to trust you with my secrets.” MC growled, turning around to storm off, “Guess I forgot you were a demon. No, demons are like Diavolo, they at least have some itty bit of kindness in their hearts. You. You’re a monster.”

- Asmo watched them storm off and felt tears come to his eyes

- They were right, for once he had someone who loved him for more than power, looks, and sex, and what did he do? He hurt them and destroyed their reputation.

- He eventually fell off of his skincare routine and stopped coming home every night, instead, he was too busy partying and passing out in strangers’ beds and being glad the demons and succubi who dances with him and slept with him didn’t care for his personality

- cuz he knew his personality was the one part of him that was ugly as hell and he hated it

i know Beelzebub is a gentle giant who cares for his entire family BUT he also throws tantrums that hurt people when he gets hungry and isn’t given food asap

- After his sports practice, he was starving and on edge

- He hungrily eyed a strangers’ meal as he and MC walked home from the campus

- “Beel, don’t even think about stealing that poor demon’s food,” MC scolded him, unknowingly lighting a fuse inside of him

- He shifted to his demon form and grabbed MC by the shoulders harshly

- “Well what else am I supposed to eat?! Do you want me to eat you?!” He shook them, making them whimper out in pain as his claws dug into their flesh

- “B-Beel, you’re hurting me!” MC cried out, but he was too hungry to care and leaned in, about to take a bite out of the poor human before he felt himself get pulled away and pin against the ground

- “Beelzebub, just what in the Devildom do you think you’re doing?” Lucifer’s chilling voice snarled at his younger brother, a crowd forming to watch the two demon lords fight

- “I’m HUNGRY!” Beelzebub went to strike Lucifer, but instead, MC being MC, grabbed his arm to try and stop him, causing him to fling them against the wall, them hitting it with a loud cracking sound, blood pouring out from the back of their head as they rubbed it

- Seeing them bleed made him more hungry but then he saw the look of despair and disappointment that he had seen on his younger sister so many years ago and he snapped out of it

- “MC!” Lucifer rushed to the human’s side, picking them up gently and giving Beel one last cold look before flying off quickly to the Demon Lord’s castle, where Barbatos would be able to heal MC

- Beelzebub felt his hunger dissipate, instead, the guilt eating away at him as the sight of MC’s despair filled eyes flashed through his head

- When MC returned later that night he went to apologize when he heard them in the kitchen

- “MC,” they flinched and whipped around, immediately using one hand to grip their head as dizziness struck them for a moment, the other hand out in front of them in a defensive manner

- Beel’s heart broke and he felt tears starting to form as he started to approach them, intending to hug them comfortingly

- “STAY RIGHT THERE!” MC yelled, their pact forcing his feet to stay planted where they were

- “Y-you don’t have to apologize okay? I should have known better than to scold a monster,” he winced at the word but let them continue, “But that said it isn’t entirely my fault. Every other demon in that plaza could smell me and didn’t pounce me, they had better control than that. Even when I go out alone nobody attacks me! Hell, even the Demon Lord himself isn’t cruel enough to attack me I-I just, please, stay away from me Beel,” and when they looked up he had tears streaming down his face and he was biting his lips to keep from crying

- As badly as they wanted to comfort the crying boy, they knew that they would be putting their own safety at risk if they were to forgive him and make him think he would be so easily forgiven

- Beelzebub suddenly started to stop feeling hungry as every time his stomach growled all he could see was the image of himself about to bite into MC and he would start to feel sick to his stomach

- He doesn’t forgive himself and gets really depressed because he thinks MC’s pain is his fault just like Lilith’s death

i know Belphegor is a sleepy baby with a love for pranks and mischief BUT he literally killed MC but as soon as he found out they were a descendant of his little sister he suddenly just flipped a switch and didn’t even really apologize

- MC was sleeping in the attic next to Belphegor, tossing and turning as a nightmare filled their head

- They could practically feel his claws wrapped around their frail neck snapping it and laughing as they faded from their body

- MC sat up panting and screaming, Belphegor waking up and rubbing his eyes sleepily as he wrapped his arms around MC

- “NO NO NO GET OFF OF ME STOP IT” they continued to scream, flailing around in his embrace, he refused to let go though, convinced they just needed a hug to comfort them from whatever had scared them so bad

- They began to sob hysterically, their voice screaming out for Mammon

- Panicking he continued to hold them in place, afraid if he let go they’d sprint off

- and he was right, they bit his arm and he pulled away as they stood up and sprinted down the hall

- “MC WAIT” he chased after them, worried they’d get hurt

- As they saw the door of their guardian (Mammon), they called out his name

- Belphegor placed a hand over their mouth, worried about the others waking up, but it was too late as Mammon and Satan had both been woken by the cries of the human

- “HELP ME MAMMON PLEASE” MC sobbed, Belphegor sending a panicked and hurt look to his brothers

- Mammon pushed Belphie away as he took MC back into his room to calm them down

- After a mini-argument with Satan that ended up getting shut down by Lucifer, he went back to bed

- The next morning he saw MC was sitting at the breakfast table and he smiled at them, only to watch them shoot a look to Mammon, who then pulled their chair closer to his own protectively

- They all ate in silence, the awkward and tense atmosphere keeping anybody from starting a conversation

- After everyone else left he went up to MC and cornered them, covering their mouth to keep them quiet so he could say what he needed to

- “I already apologized for everything so why do you still need to freak out whenever you see me?!” he asked, annoyed that despite his apology for killing MC, they still felt uncomfortable around him

- They slapped his hand away, “You didn’t really apologize. You only apologized because I’m a descendant of your dead sister, you didn’t apologize to me, MC, you apologized to Lilith,” MC shoves him and starts to walk away from the stunned demon

- “Its kind of funny that despite all the problems I’ve caused for his program, Diavolo has never tried to kill me.” MC says before finally making their exit

- Belphegor gets lost in his own thoughts after that, as he finally realized that he had been seeing them as a replacement Lilith rather than themselves

- even if he wanted to try apologizing again, he was unable to as Mammon became more and more protective of them, shooing Belphie away with dirty looks anytime they were in the same room

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