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lotus-n-l0ve · 1 year

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𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

— Ran Haitani x Female Reader

➷ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : Ran Haitani Alphabetical smut.

➷ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : cursing, mention of sex and positions, kinks, minors dni.

➷ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : I really have nothing to say today. If you like the headcanons then please leave a like, comment and reblong. Enjoy ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After hours of exhausting sex he prepares a shooting bath for you if it's summer or you simply feel like bathing. He would also get you something to eat if are hungry. Then he would cuddle you to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His own favourite body part is his long luscious hair and his slender fingers.

His favourite body part of you is your titts. Big or small, he loves to grab them in his huge hands and play with them like a stress ball whenever he is feeling stressed. Even in sleep his hands crawl under your shirt and hold them.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

He cums inside you all the time. Either your pussy or the back hole. The only exception is when you are being bart then you don't deserve his cum in you. Or when he is jealous. Ran would cum all over you and send them the picture of you dumbfucked and covered in his cum.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to lock you away in a room so no one could interfere between you two. There would be only you and him. You only see him, feel him and think about him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Ran has plenty of experience. He had not dated much in his life but he sure was slut. He had sex with if not multiple then atleast one woman everyday.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionery, reverse cowgirl or any position where he can see your face. If he is taking you from the back then probably there is mirror in front of you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Ran Haitani is a tease. He would tease you till you are whimpering and writhing beneath him, begging for release. But a tease Ran is better than serious Ran because serious Ran overstimulates you. Make you cum again and again till your pussy is red swollen and sensitive.

H = Hair (His hair. On his head. Don't think too much)

Now we all know how groomed he is. Ran is pretty possesive about his hair. He didn't let you touch his hair before three months into your relationship. His hair care routine is probably better than yours so you also sometimes ask advises for hair from him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

His mind never works properly when he is with you. So he is soo deep in you he is dazed. He sometimes even jocks that you have bewitched him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He mostly doesn't jack off, he prefers fucking you instead. Now if he is busy with the gang works and can't get his hand on you then he would jack off in his office while swiping through his phone's gallery filled with your nude photos and sex tapes.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Ran is a big meanie. He calls you all kind of degrading names. Whore, slut, his personal sex toy, everything while pounding deep inside you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He would fuck you in the most obvious places where you know anyone can catch you any moment. Women's washroom, women's changing room, you house's living room where any of the servants or his brother can walk in on you two.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You. That's it. You be just existing and that man is already horny. Other than that when he sees you in his clothes than—lord, have mercy on you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Ran would do anything but hurt you. He does appear to be mean but he can't see you in pain and if he is the reason then even if you do forgive him, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. You would have to assure him a lot before he stops beating hind for causing you pain.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Ran likes both. You giving him or him giving you one but mostly he likes to trap between his legs. Your lips wrapped around his cock, head bobbing up and down. Tears rolling down your cheeks as you look up at him with your big and moised eyes. Ran trows his head back as he grunts in pleasure.

But during sex he is the one giving you head. Kitty licking your pussy, pushing his tongue in, flickering your clit along with fingering you.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

For most part he is slow and deep but when he nears his peak, thrusts become fast and sloppy. Sometimes when he just wants to feel close to you he is slow and passionate.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not his thing. He likes long rough and passionate sessions of love making or hard sex.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Ran is always in to try out new things to spice your sex life. If you want to try something you can tell him without any hesitation. He would tease you about it though.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Ran doesn't look like it but that man has stamina of a horse. He can go all night without any break. The only reason he would stop is if you are tired.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Ran has his own collection of sex toys. From cuffs to whip to vibrators. Everything. But his personal favourite one is his banton. When the thick end of the banton disappears in you and your needy pussy clenches around him, Ran could feel his dick getting hard in his pants.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Like I have said previously Ran is a fucking tease. He would bring you to your orgasm but just before you could cum he you retreat, leaving you all hot, bothered and frustrated. He would repeat that again and again and again. So good luck.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is not lound but he would softly whispers dirtiest words in you ear mixed with his sluttery moans and groans.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He thinks red suits you best so when you miss him to the point that you just want him more than anything all you have to do is dress up in one of your red lingerie set and send him the pic. He would be home in less than ten minutes.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is not too big just a decent size. But damn does he know how to put that use and bring you on your knees.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Ran is horny for you 24/7 and when he is he would wrap his arm around you and look at you with his siren eyes and seductive smirk, whispering sweet nothings in your ear till there is a pool between your thighs.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't sleep instantly. He first makes sure you are comfortable and sound asleep then he also slips into the dreamland hoping to see you there.

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lythea-creation · 9 days

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The Honor Of A Slytherin - Platonic Hermione Granger x fem reader

summary: Hermione is surprised to say the least when a Slytherin suddenly stands up for her

warnings: bullying

word count: 848

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I was on my way to class when I heard the rustle. Another fight between Slytherins and Gryffindors.

Honestly I did not get it. Why did people have to be so narrow-minded?

As Slytherins prefect it felt like my duty to intervene. So I made my way over to the students fighting. Or rather Draco Malfoy bullying a Gryffindor girl.

I did not really know what this was about, but I did know Draco Malfoy. It was hard not to know him actually as he was behaving like a prince.

“What's going on here?”, I inquired when I arrived.

The girl looked up at me with spite in her eyes. I raised my eyebrow at that.

“That little mudblood just got on our nerves”, Draco declared.

I sighed at his choice of wording. “You really shouldn't talk like that”, I scolded him.

“Who do you think you are?”, he challenged me with a glare, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

How could a twelve-year-old be so cocky?

I smirked down at him, being easily a head taller than him. “Who do you think you are, talking to anyone like that? Do you seriously think you're better than her just because your family consists of wizards and witches? Could you beat her in a fair fight then? Or in an exam?”, I questioned.

I had no idea who that girl was, but the huge book she was carrying with her told me that she was hard-working.

The death glare he was sending me was kinda cute actually. I had put up with a lot of bullies before. My best friends were muggleborn and had therefore received many snarky remarks and even more. But this was just hilarious.

“Just go and leave her alone, Draco”, I advised him.

“You dare talk to me like that? Do you know who my father is?”, he threatened me.

“Of course I know”, I noted with a scoff. “He's a weak man who can only handle himself through connections, just like you.”

I could almost see the steam coming out of his ears at my comments.

From the corner of my eyes I could see the Gryffindor girl chuckling.

“If you don't mind I would like to head to class now. So do all of us a favor and just cut this childish behavior”, I requested.

Now he was furious, relying on his friends to stand a chance against me. But he had no idea who I was.

Their pathetic attempt at a spell was quickly deflected by me. Their wands were in my hand before they could even think of another spell.

“Hey! Give them back!”, Draco protested.

“I'll let Professor McGonagall deal with this. So if you don't want to get into any more trouble than you already are, you should leave now and go to class”, I considered.

They cursed as they walked away, but I could not care less. They were like little puppies making a scene, thinking they were a grown-up shepherd dog.

“Thanks for helping me out”, the Gryffindor girl proposed.

“No big deal”, I brushed it off. “I'm (f/n) by the way. If they make any more trouble you can always come to me. I'm the Slytherin prefect anyway.”

“I'm Hermione. Honestly I didn't know there were kind Slytherins as well”, she admitted.

“You shouldn't judge too quickly”, I remarked. “Our reputation is way ahead of most of us.”

“Yeah, I see that now. Are you a muggleborn as well?”, she wondered.

“No. Actually I'm a pureblood, but I don't really care about this whole blood status nonsense. It doesn't mean anything”, I pointed out.

“Doesn't feel like it sometimes”, Hermione mumbled.

I placed my hand on her shoulder to comfort her. “Don't let them drag you down! I'm sure you'll become a great witch. It doesn't matter what they think. As long as you have people who love you the way you are, that's all you need. You're a Gryffindor, right? Hold your head up high.”

She was beaming at my words as if I had just ignited a new fire inside her.

“I will”, she promised. “Thanks again.”

With those words she walked away to class.

I was going to be late. Great …

I hurried through the corridors until I arrived and opened the door.

“You're late, Miss (l/n)”, Professor McGonagall noted.

“I'm sorry, Professor. There was a fight between the second years and I couldn't just walk by. Draco Malfoy and his friends attacked me by the way. So I took their wands with me”, I explained and handed her their wands.

My professor smiled proudly at me. I was one of her best students. So she knew I was not just messing around.

“Alright then. Take your seat and try this new spell then. You can tell me more about this incident after class”, she suggested.

In the end I got the house points back we lost thanks to Malfoy.

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cosmichighpriestess · 2 months

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My spiritual journey.

The truth is, when you make the decision to go within yourself and choose Source it will take you the furthest you can ever go or even fathom going by taking the path less traveled. It is truly a magical, unreal joyride experience and not for the faint of heart especially in the beginning. Because your higher self will essentially say, "Oh, you think you're ready to exit the matrix and experience your true soul? Are you ready to be the conscious creator of your reality, transform your life and others lives and own your darkness and light? Are you going to let them silence you and manipulate, gaslight, downplay you, control you? Are you going to keep diminishing your own light, ignoring your unhealed wounds and run away from yourself? Are you going to choose serving your ego over your own heart for temporary satisfaction? Are you going to keep ignoring your ego deaths and ignoring your heart? Are you going to be the victimized or the victor? Are you going to thrive and survive the honest way or are you going to lie, use, cheat, and steal to gain from others?

Are you going to spend your time on gossip, slander, false illusions, and unimportant surface level bullshit or are you going to focus on helping the world and becoming the best version of yourself? Are you going to rush through this initiation process? Or are you going to realize that it's not a race and there's no one you're competing against except yourself. Are you going to light up this world or are you going to add more darkness to it? Are you going to embrace the ups and downs and learn lessons from them? Are you going to trust God or are you going to keep trusting in your non preferred realities? Are you going to be part of a religious cult or are you going to be a creator and find God within you? Do you understand the power you carry and will you not abuse it? Let's see if you can handle this." And boom as soon as you make that decision to surrender to God and this divine path. You're faced with a challenge, a problem that tests your strength, integrity, resilience, faith, sanity and makes you question if God/Source is against you or hurting you because you chose this path of going against what everyone else is doing and following.

Are you going to curse God, others and yourself or are you going to see from the higher perspective that you put this problem in front of yourself to grow from? I've been on this path for a very long time alone. I signed up for this but there were plenty of times where I wanted to give up and go back home to God, not realizing at the time I could come back home any time I wanted by coming back to myself and learning how to astral travel. Do I have to share all my wisdom and save others? No. In my opinion I don't. There's millions of people who are asleep in the matrix who are raising the vibration and frequency of their planet just by existing and doing their own thing completely unaware they are asleep. I don't need to wake them up. People have their own inner knowing, their own higher selves, and their own spirit guides to help them, that's why you don't need to force anyone into doing anything and giving them your formula. They need to find what works best for them. But from a higher perspective their spirit guides sent me to them and it would be a crime to not to share what has worked for me and my wisdom because it's not about me, it's about others and helping others who are searching for that guidance. It's not about me, it's about balancing the vibrations of the planet so that we do not destroy ourselves. I am here to bring Heaven down on Earth and help others live happily ever after right now.

So about my spiritual journey, from a third person perspective as advised by my guides to tell this story, from a very young age, little Rose was placed in Catholic School when she was five years old. By the time she turned ten she was already traumatized by the Catholic church and done with everyone's brainwashing, abuse, sexual abuse from Catholic priests and abusive older nuns who still used rulers as punishment for getting out of line. She had never experienced so many people who claimed to be good Catholics who were nothing but evil or dark. But there was a few pros that she learned from Catholic school. She mostly had excellent teachers who she really admired and little Rose knew how to operate a computer, type, she remembered the definitions to large words, she could dance, sing in front of others on stage and write in cursive and she met the most wonderful music teacher who taught her how to play piano and sing. She had friends, she made friends easily, she had best friends and she had sleepovers and all the normal things kids do together but her friends always treated her a little bit different than everyone else after a period of time went by they all turned on her. By the time she turned eleven she begged her parents to put her into the public school system and she became the most popular girl in class, at least in her delusions as she was treated... At first. It was the first time in her life she felt accepted and wanted. But something was off, she couldn't get into this new school system, it felt too forced, it felt like she was going against herself just to keep up and get good grades.

She was naturally gifted at many things but not math and other subjects that felt forced. She had the ability to see the future, to see spirits and this scared her to death. Spirits would haunt her and talk to her when she was alone. She didn't want to be at school all the time either. Too much energy that didn't belong to her. She had no idea she was psychic and she was feeling everyone's energy making her sick very often having to leave school. Her father treated her like the scapegoat so she mostly tried to isolate herself from him. She was pressured to be perfect at everything like her older brother was. But she didn't know she was neurodivergent and that these outdated school systems were not built for her to thrive in. So she started skipping class in fifth grade. She just wanted a break from the noise in her head. This went on until senior year of high school, she rebelled because her life felt so controlled, so fake, so limited, so pointless and so boring. She was smart enough to pass all her classes and graduate from school but she never felt like she was good enough for anyone because she was expected to be perfect. And everyone ended up rejecting her and bullying her except for the pure hearted ones she knew but wasn't close with. Even though her boyfriend's abused her and cheated on her half the time and her friends kept betraying her and stealing from her, she still remained optimistic after she dealt with the pain and she was still hopeful about her future and let things roll off her shoulder even if she shed a few tears making her appear unstable. She felt very secure in herself more than other people realized. She ran away from home at eighteen years old from abuse at home.

People were always perceiving her and her situations incorrectly. She felt like she always had to prove her worth. Taking her kindness as something else, her availability as an excuse to waste her time, taking her boundaries as something else, taking her silence as something else. It was neverending misunderstandings and people taking her kindness for weakness, naivety and even flirting when she was just being kind because that's what she tried to be. She was a very loyal friend and girlfriend. But she couldn't go anywhere or do anything without being gossiped about or bullied. She had great style and she was naturally pretty. People threw their entire bodies at her just to steal a kiss without her consent because they mistook her friendship and kindness for flirting. People were not used to someone viewing them so deeply, seeing them for who they are inside and talking to them like they were very important and special. Basic human decency. But always mistaken for romantic interest. When they couldn't have her, they had to destroy her and curse her. Her best friend of four years that she lived with gave her a cursed necklace from her mother that was also a witch. Her mother didn't like Rose because she thought Rose was a bad influence on her daughter but it was actually the other way around. She was always lifting everyone up around her and making them feel good about themselves and their careers. But no one was doing the same for her. After she received the cursed necklace, almost identical to the necklace in Rosemary's baby, her life became very chaotic and demonic activity started. She became so depressed, so suicidal so full of hopelessness she even started having hellish nightmares every night.

They were so bad, so vivid, so terrifying they traumatized her, every morning she woke up in sweats, screams and tears. She even went to see doctors to get these nightmares to end. But nothing worked. She even tried to take her own life but failed. Her grandmother, now passed on, unknowingly saved her life with a phone call while she walked into the middle of the forest to lay down and die with the pills inside of her stomach. While in the hospital the same people that couldn't have her, control her, put her down and always misunderstood her tried to destroy her while she was already down in the hospital. But she was wiser and stronger. She looked around her and could see she was completely sane but something wanted her dead. She put the puzzle pieces together about her best friend giving her the cursed necklace and her boyfriend cheating on her with multiple women at the time, and banging her head into the couch, triggering more negative thoughts. Something was up. Why was everyone trying to kill her and destroy her around her? Why were her boyfriends all abusive and cheaters? She studied human psychology and learned everything she could about people and why they did these things to her. It all made sense. She was being targeted. But why? She saved herself by her own knowledge of psychology and realized these people around her weren't loyal and they didn't deserve her. And they also failed to take her down.

Rather than celebrating her failed attempt to take her own life, they tried everything to control her even more and conform to society even more. Rather than celebrating her uniqueness they guilt tripped her everyday into conforming and taking medication to numb herself. She became so numb, so dead inside so unlike herself and she dimmed herself down to please everyone around her. She was also in school at the time and knew she didn't belong there. People even told her that she didn't belong there because she had a beautiful singing voice and she should be focusing on music, not beauty school. But everyone else guilt-tripped her into becoming something she didn't want to be to be more like them. They always had weed for her and medication. She smoked herself to sleep every night and woke up smoking and all day in-between and her crowd usually encouraged it along with drinking. She went and partied every other night till 4 am. She met another man who was possessed by demons, he tried to kill her with his gun in the end. She blamed herself because she saw the red flags. He stalked her for years. She also had many paranormal experiences in between and abduction experiences that she could remember. That was her second contact with E.T.s that she could remember. The first being in childhood. But she was too afraid of them to talk about it. After she got away from the abusive relationship, she tried to heal herself but she lost most of her friends because she moved to a different town and most of them were his friends, not hers.

Fast forward, a man who had been stalking her for years, who she met previously in the abusive relationship finally got her attention and charmed his way into her life. She dreamed of being with him. She went to Italy to be with him. He was a real spy for the Russian intelligence, who was also stalking her and he was also a professional hitman, knife fighter and bodyguard as well as a history teacher, and famous singer. Those things fascinated her and she just wanted to be loved at that time. She dated very dangerous men who tried to kill her in the end. That was the story of her life. It seemed so unfair. She went into hiding and isolation because he kept threatening her after he did some horrendous things to her and she tried leaving him, like selling naked photos of her and forcing her to be with his best friend to test his loyalty to him. But he wouldn't let her go. Using her wits she outsmarted him and lost him by pretending to be someone else. He fell in love with her but if she pretended to be someone else he would lose interest. She successfully made him uninterested at the time, but he figured out that it was a facade later on and stalked her more for years to come. She gray rocked him. He knew her location and frequently showed up unannounced, so she didn't want to provoke him. But she did lose him for a while and got him off her back.

She was agnostic at the time but she knew something more existed because she had witnessed miracles before and she had seen spirits since childhood. In isolation, she went celibate and stopped talking to everyone. The nightmares continued. Horror show after horror show. She wanted to know what the meaning of it all was, if everything seemed so unfair, so pointless if everyone ended up betraying her, trying to kill her, if no one liked her for herself without mishandling her. What was the point? Why did she even exist? What was her purpose on Earth ?Just to suffer and be treated like garbage by everyone she ever knew? Not knowing that asking these questions she would be given an answer by the Universe. When the student is ready, the teacher will appear. The Universe began sending synchronicities to her even though the signs were always there. She just wasn't noticing them. She came across a very enlightened being, Audrey who was older than her and wiser. She shared many of her downloads with her and unlocked some answers that she needed. They were exactly what she needed to hear. She also met with a metaphysical doctor, who had worked and studied with the Dalai Lama and she taught her how to meditate and do breath work in order to heal herself and her body. It was the first time that she ever discovered there was a whole other world within her. She started meditating more and more and receiving her own downloads and her own wisdom that she could use to heal herself from all of the betrayal and her broken heart, trauma and nightmares. One night after being fed up with the nightmares, she said, " If there is a God, please take away these nightmares from me. I can't handle them anymore. They are destroying my life. Please forgive me for ignoring you before, but I want to believe in you." She said the, Our father that she remembered from Catholic school. And the nightmares stopped. She couldn't believe it.

She was so thankful because nothing else worked, but prayer did. She felt protected for the first time in her life, not knowing she was always watched over from the very beginning. How else would she survive all of those attacks? She was starting to find her own light and she was finally starting to remember who she was before everyone told her who she was. The more she faced her own darkness, the more her light grew stronger everyday. She didn't have to search for any of these teachers and the doctor outside of herself, the Universe sent them to her without her having to lift a finger or pay a cent. The enlightened, light worker, Audrey taught her that manifestation was possible because her life was like a fairy's dream world, she saw life through rose colored glasses, she saw all the technicolors of the rainbow and it reflected her outer reality. Audrey created it all transforming into a completely different person than her previous life much like Rose. So being inspired, Rose began manifesting a new life for herself in isolation because she saw it was possible for others so why wouldn't it be possible for her? She had already discovered, The Secret and many other manifestation success stories but the last time she tried manifesting, they were not her preference and they turned bad, like manifesting a trip and a relationship but she was sick the entire time, and the relationship was unhealthy and dangerous to her well being.

At first she blamed the Universe and then she realized she was trying to change her outer world without changing her inner world first and that was the reason her manifestations turned sour. Our external realities can only ever match our internal state. Her internal state was not her preference. She eventually started a family and became pregnant and she lived with a new man who she knew already for a year but had several red flags but she ignored her intuition. Of course he turned out to be just like the others. But this time she blamed herself. She had no one else to blame except for herself because she knew that her self-worth was so low to think that was what she deserved. But in her defense he did pretend to be a nice guy in the beginning, future faked her, controlled her, manipulated her everyday and trapped her with a baby. First, she had a very painful miscarriage and then she was pregnant with her second baby, Meadow. He was so abusive. He even yelled at her for having a miscarriage. Even though it wasn't her fault. He threw a party where everyone was smoking cigarettes around her and she had a miscarriage that night knowing she was pregnant, they blew smoke in her face. While she was in pain he was laughing at her and then yelling at her for bleeding. She couldn't believe that she chose this person to be her partner. But she was a non-conformist and she truly believed in magic and in manifestation. So she knew that she could manifest a beautiful life for herself and her daughter. So as soon as she became pregnant again, she began manifesting a new life for her daughter. Because she never wanted her daughter to experience the life that she did. She deserved more and only the best. The Universe began testing her and testing her faith and testing her faith and testing her faith. She was passing all the "tests" not knowing that she was sending the challenges to herself. Her star family, the E.T.s made their connection with her first in the astral realm and then began getting her attention in physical reality more.

Because she was open to receiving and meditating, she was downloading a lot of information and sharing it online. She was processing a lot of information and learning a lot about herself and the Universe. Once her daughter was born, she dedicated her entire life to her because her daughter's father was just there to pay the bills, yell and not be of any emotional support. Her only emotional support was herself, God and her star family. They held her up, and kept sending downloads of information and even when she went through postpartum depression she fought her way out of it and by then she had already quit smoking weed before she was pregnant for obvious reasons. She asked God to give her strength to quit. A year went by. The abuse continued to get worse. And he was always in a silent competition with her, putting her down as a parent. Judging her for having empathy for her daughter because he had none. She finally found the strength to leave him. He knew that she was unhappy. So he let her go. She finally began to find herself and feel happiness again with her daughter and co-parenting with him. Eventually months passed and she was in a new relationship with a genuinely kind man in Australia. But of course she's self-sabotaged because he was too good to be true and met another man, a multi-millionaire, famous trader Lamborghini collector, who manipulated her, who was her twin flame who cheated on her and got multiple girls pregnant and she decided she was never going to date again. She laughed the entire time. Because at this point it was so predictable what someone was going to do to her. It was like a sick joke. But of course she picked herself up again and everything seemed better for a while.

Until it was only a matter of time before things would turn dark again. Her happiness would never last for long. But this time she had God on her side and she had her spiritual team. This time she was stronger and wiser If anyone was going to attack and betray her again. Her family treated her like a burden because where else would she go, if no men she ever knew were safe and she was autistic and at the hands of her caretakers. The enemy wanted her dead for good. And they did everything they could to get a reaction out of her. But she was wise on manipulation tactics by now. They started a smear campaign against her and turned her whole family and everyone she knew against her. Her father tried to physically attack her next to her daughter but she was prepared because she had a feeling he was going to attack her that day and she was carrying pepper spray. She told everyone that if anything happened to her it was her father that did it. Her mother somehow saw the post even though they weren't friends and passed out wherever she was at and went to the hospital. Her father, furious of being exposed went for the double attack on his own daughter and this time he brought her aunt and uncle who were jealous of her entire life and always put her down and talked badly about her. Even though she always went out of her way to help her family when they needed her. The jealousy and the hatred was more powerful to them. They had no problem believing her father's lies about her.

All because they felt justified in attacking her and forcing their way into her home but she already had the police on the line and she ran to the neighbor's house for safety where they also blamed her for the situation she was in. God saw everything. God was furious. Everyone felt justified in kicking her while she was already down. Everyone was jealous of her for some reason. Because how dare she exist. As if she hadn't already been through enough. But they always misunderstood her and never tried to get to know her or anything of her past. They never believed her stories and always took side with her abusers. There was only one family number left that truly cared about her. She stayed with her daughter's father, because she had nowhere else to go. By then they were already on good terms and getting along. He still had feelings for her. But really he wanted to destroy her life and make her pay for leaving him the first time. His demons came out very often. He was angry all the time always yelling at his daughter and her. Fast forward until now, he tried to destroy her and started a smear campaign against her. All his friends and family turned against her. Of course she was the villain again.

All because she called people out on their abuse when she couldn't take it anymore. She stayed silent long enough. God exposed his smear campaign in his phone while she was walking by one day. Apparently she was just a body to sleep with, a good lay, a maid, a cook and a babysitter to her own daughter, with no friends according to his perception of her. My title was not a mother but a babysitter? A maid? That's how low he thought of her. His girlfriend laughed at me and never even met me once. His best friend thought I was the worst person in the world. Never even knowing me or meeting me. He was so disrespectful and she gave him a beautiful daughter and her body and all her love. She was so kind. So patient. So nurturing to people who couldn't receive her love. Because it was true authentic, unconditional love and not the fake stuff they are used to. She wasn't a people pleaser anymore and they didn't like it. But they could not help themselves from talking badly about her to all of their friends and family because they felt justified and they felt triggered by her presence. He was jealous of her beauty and her light. He was ugly on the inside and it reflected outwardly. He yelled at her everyday even though she already had PTSD. He loved kicking her while she was already down.

She was unintentionally triggering everyone around her and aggravating the demons within everyone around her, not knowing that she was the light in the dark everywhere she went. God was the only one who got me through everything. My spirit team and God, without them I would be dead. I didn't realize this story was going to be so long, but of course I had to skip through some parts. I manifested a beautiful life for myself and my daughter and nothing and no one can take it away from me now. And you could judge me and say," well you could have avoided all of that if you would have just conformed to society and follow the pack and be like us." But then I wouldn't be who I am today and I wouldn't become a leader and I would be going against myself and my passions. I will never explain my decisions to anyone anymore. If someone is hating on you or your decisions, they are projecting their own fears onto you that do not belong to you in the first place, and if they are bullying you, they are already beneath you because there's something about you they wish they had. When they go low you go higher. If they give you their negative energy, eat it and then spit it out. Use it for your own fuel. My decisions in the past didn't make sense because God had a higher plan and it will never look normal from the outside lens. I had to move in silence my entire life, I could never share good news with anyone without them being jealous or hateful or trying to destroy it in any way they could. I had blind faith when I found God. You will look insane for having blind faith. But I am living proof that you can survive anything with God. They threw me to the wolves and I came out leading the pack. Nothing can destroy me. Nothing can destroy you with God. God said, be anxious for nothing.

I made things harder for myself by staying anxious at times. I went through hell so that other people don't have to go through it. The same rules don't apply to me. It was very unfair what I went through but it will also look very unfair what I am going to receive in the future. God has my back. God will do it for me. You don't have to suffer so much to choose this path. I do not believe that suffering is a virtue and that is why I teach ways to handle what I went through in a nonjudgmental way that empowers people, helps them change their reality by going within first and reprogramming yourself first. To help you see that it doesn't have to be hard because knowledge is power. I have been targeted for a very long time because I am a threat to the system. They have targeted every aspect of my life in hopes that I conform to society's failing systems so that I do not become a threat. But God always wins, the light always wins no matter what. They cannot touch you when you have God on your side.

No matter how horrible of a situation you may be in or it may feel like, remember that it always serves you. You can always use the negative and positives for your benefit to learn from in some way. You do this mainly by staying neutral to meaningless situations because life is meaningless until you define it with your definitions. Use the negative to your benefit. That is one of the greatest gifts we've ever been given. Once you accept a situation or how you are feeling, then you drop all resistance, and with that you can receive help from your spiritual helpers. Remember that the help is always coming to you at every single moment, but not everyone is willing to receive that help because they have resistance because they have not accepted everything as it is.

Everything and everyone is perfect as they are, they are all playing their roles perfectly. No matter how dark they can get. The help is always on its way to you at all times. There's nothing to fear ever. Because fear is an illusion. There are no scratches on me. I'm very abundant. I'm very optimistic and happy, I'm very resilient and very mentally strong. I turned my wounds into power. When you choose to relate to all things in a loving way, nothing can really trigger you. I had unconditional love and compassion for everyone that hurt me. I saw right through them so that I could understand them. If you ever wantssomeone to calm down when they're angry, all you have to do is just see them. See them clearly and let them know that you see them and you see how much pain they are in to treat innocent people that way.

My wounds were a gift. I transmuted all of that energy for my own benefit to serve the world. You will always learn more from pain than you ever will from having a perfect life. You will always learn more from a person hurting you than a person who is always kind to you. But I do not want anyone else to go through what I did. You can maneuver through any situation with the right tools. And I offer those tools everyday. I am more than optimistic, I'm a powerful creator. I'm an alchemist. I am a sacred rebel. I'm an artist. I'm multifaceted. I'm connected. I'm psychic. I'm telepathic. I'm a time traveler. I'm immortal. I'm a teacher. I'm a channeler. I am a transformer and shapeshifter and transmuter. I am a high priestess now. This is the life of a chosen one and generational curse breaker.

Tell me it wasn't worth it to become what I am now. I completely transformed my inner world so now I only have things to look forward to. My fears are far behind me. If you think that good things will happen to you, they will, the opposite is also true. It is all within your own belief system. Always remember that you will always find relief no matter what situation you are going through. I discovered so many hidden parts of myself and so many past lives explaining why I went through these things. Everyone in my life apologized to me and made a 180 in how they treat me now. They respect me finally and that was shocking to witness because one day I woke up and everything shifted. Everyone was mortified in the way they treated me. They mostly just wanted their karma to end. But I forgive everyone and I forgive myself. My spiritual Awakening was the catalyst to all of my fulfillment, all of my self-empowerment and all of my abundance. I am so much more emotionally mature now and so much more grounded and I have so much more self-love and respect for myself than I ever could have if I just had a perfect life with no struggles. But for now I need to take a long break and I need a long vacation. It's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful life. I love you so much. Thank you so much for reading. 🙏

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breitzbachbea · 7 months

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I'm not going on anon, and also not telling anyone to continue a chain.

Top 3 fics of yours that you wish everyone would read—GO!

Thank you, Darling! I will copy the explanations for the fics from a similiar ask I did already, if possible.

1.Perché in Sicilia i morti dovrebbe morire I am aware that there is technically a typo in here, but I don’t have the book I quoted around, so I don’t know if the typo is already in the source material. Either way, do you like ghosts? Do you like folklore? Do you like places haunted by the terrible things they’ve seen, objects filled with the absentminded crooked intentions of their owner? Do you like childhood friends, who are the only friends to trust each other with their terrible childhoods, but it doesn’t solve anything? Perché is the story you want. Herakles and Michele are sneaking around Michele’s house during a power outage, talking about the recent past and ranting about the distant one, while the are some parts in between those that are unspeakable. It weaves the past of Sicily on a whole, especially Palermo’s and its hinterland, together with the fate of the Vento family and clothes the terrors of Michele’s own psyche into the familiar appearance of the collective Sicilian folklore. Also, if you like two mediterranean guys being way too coddly and touchy-feely, you can give this one a go as well.

2. No Rest For The Wicked Tu non fermami se capita! Lo sai che il mare mi agita! Ti canterò di quelle notti ad orienteeee, di quella luna che danzava tra i bazaaaaar! If you are a fan of self-indulgent fanfictions, this is the most unashamedly self-indulgent thing I ever wrote.* This story has everything: The Chaos Seven (Team Sicily and Team Ireland) go on a Turkey Vacay with the Greeks and Turks. Paddy hits his head. Harry and Soph are 100% on their bullshit as if no one else is around. Argueing. Cursing. Flirting. Hera and Sadık so deeply in love in their twisted and yet so mundane way. Italian Music and Sexy Dancing. Bridal Carrying. Please go and read it, 🌀 ohhh you want to read about TurGre and SicIre and the O'Connels soooo badly. 🌀 *All my other OC fics don’t count, because I avoid tagging them Hetalia as much as I can, so I don’t expect anyone to read it. Even if they are tagged hetalia, no one specifically looks for my OC ships, so while I am glad for every reader, I never write with any in mind.

3. On the King's mind Am I very proud of this fic? Not really, but it's grown on me ever since I wrote it. I really like the story-in-a-story, mostly because it hits a lot of beats of the LFLS mainstory: The Anglo-Irish Antagonism, Robert and Charlie's enmity in particular, Charlie and Harry's friendship and. well. there's. SicIre :]. If you don't mind very stereotypical High Fantasy stuff, with a less conventional King/Adviser constellation, you should definitely give this one a go. I also just enjoy Harry, (High) King of Ireland a lot. We love an underdog, but sometimes I just want my kids in the cool positions of power they could definitely fill.

#beareplies #yikes #storie nostre #hetalia #hetalia oc #miche #harry #hera #sadık #soph #charlie #the pen is mightier than the sword

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Drowning in his Eye's (SanemixGiyuu oneshot)

I posted this on Ao3 around 2 months ago? anyway I'll be crossposting my oneshots/fics. The only thing that made me write this was the fact that I was bored in math last year and would write to pass the time. so enjoy I have no idea how posting fanfiction on tumbler works so please excuse the terrible format.

Warnings: semi-graphic depictions of a corpse, Sanemi has a dirty mouth and curses, make-outs????

"You're such a fucking asshole!" Sanemi all ways did this when they where on a mission together. "I don't know why its only us that are constantly sent on missions together, we clearly hate each other, if anything its counter productive!" Sanemi fumed.

Giyuu almost never complained about anything, but he didn't feel like putting up with him today. " Shinazugawa I am painfully aware of how much you dislike me, but I would appreciate it if you quiet down a tiny bit. You're giving me a headache."

"like I care how you feel, you think you can tell me to shut up and that I would listen to-." Sanemi stopped talking. In the middle of the path a women's body had been left to rot. She was half eaten, missing her legs and an arm. Giyuu walked up to her and put a hand on her wrist, not to check if she was alive(that was already obvious), but to check if she was stiff yet.

"Seems like she was left here last night, she's almost cold down to her bones, it takes at least 12 hours for that."

"And how exactly do you know that." Sanemi walked a bit closer to Giyuu to get a better look at the body.

"Rigor mortis is still set in fairly recently, at most I would say 11 hours ago, look." Giyuu picks up her hand, the hand had a difficulty being picked up.

"That didn't answer my question you ass..." Sanemi Sighs." the sun sets in about 30 minutes so the demon will likely come out again, it will only set us back by a few hours if we do."

"I think that would be the best course of action, we should still be able to get to Kyoto tomorrow." Giyuu stated dryly, and started to drag her off to the side of the path and began to bury her. Sanemi wasn't known to wait around for anyone, but when he was partnered with Giyuu he felt the need to slow down. It was like he wanted to save the image in he's head and spend as much time with Giyuu as he could. The could be dead the next day, hour, minute, or even second in their profession. Sanemi knew what he was thinking but refused to act upon his own minds wishes, it was common sense was it not? It's not even the fact that they where two men, Sanemi had no issues with that, it's the fact that it was Giyuu Tomioka.

And Sanemi had made a point that he hated Giyuu's guts.

And for Giyuu, he was just so dead set on killing demons that he just misses the tension the two of them have. Sanemi wishes it was that easy though, the amount of times Sanemi had went to Tengen asking what he should do ultimately came to nothing as Tengen just said to not hide what he was feeling. Sanemi had left out one key detail in his explanation, he was asking for advise on how to deal with Giyuu. The though of acknowledging that he had grown to care for Giyuu made him want to rip his heart out and hand it to the nearest demon-

"Shinazugawa." Sanemi snapped out of the fuzzy haze his mind had set him in and found himself staring at the water Hashira. "are you feeling alright."

"Why wouldn't I be." Sanemi growled.

" you're unfocused and your face Is red, so I'm assuming something is wrong." Sanemi had finally pulled himself together enough that he noticed that Giyuu had already buried the woman and was now standing in front of him. Sanemi found himself locked onto Giyuu's dull blue eyes, taking in every detail, it was like looking into an ocean with no end. It took all Sanemi had to not just give in and lose himself in them.

"I'm fine." Sanemi turned away in an attempt to not give away what he was thinking about, but he didn't really need to as Giyuu turned away. Sanemi pulled out his sword. "Get ready for a fight it's only going to get darker."

Giyuu looked up at the lavender sky. "let's go find an inn, that took longer than expected." he put his nichirin katana back in it's sheath and looked towards Sanemi. "And we should patch up your wounds, you fight so recklessly."

"Fine just don't pick anywhere that's shitty." Sanemi would never in a million years would think that Giyuu would would ever show any crumb of concern to anyone, let alone him.

"there is a decent one in the next town over, it's not that far of a walk either." wordlessly Sanemi started to walk down the path, Giyuu following after. "do you know where it is?"

I slow down so Giyuu could catch up to me to show me where the inn is.

"room for two." Giyuu placed the amount of money listed on the the board on to the counter.

The old inn keeper turned and grabbed a key from a drawer and handed it to Giyuu. "here you go sweetie, have a good day." She picked her book back up and took out her bookmark.

Giyuu walked out of the main building back to where Sanemi was sitting to a rock. Sanemi laugh sight of Giyuu and stood up signing that he would follow him to the room. Giyuu opens the door and holds it for Sanemi. When Sanemi got through the door he immediately striped from his cropped haori and throwing it on the back of a chair at the table, leaving his in only his open uniform. Giyuu took a first aid kit from the bag he got from a store in town. Giyuu makes his way over to Sanemi who was now sitting on the table and sets the first aid kit down.

"do you actually know how to properly wrap bandages." Sanemi nervously( although he would never admit it) looked down at Giyuu who took out a medium sized gauze pad.

"I do know how, I need your shirt off for the one on your stomach." Sanemi unbuttons his uniform and throws it on the table. Giyuu's hands where a grounding cold, they reminded Sanemi that he was still alive and breathing. the feeling was disturbing to him. But despite his better judgment Sanemi lets his body relax and his face falls into a look that can only be described as contemplative but content. Sanemi made up his mind and decided that today was the day, moments like these don't stay for long as Sanemi always backs out of being venerable.

As Giyuu finished up Sanemi's bandages and started to put them away, Sanemi turned to him. "do you mind if I do something real quick."

Giyuu turned back to Sanemi still needing to look up at him as he was still sitting on the table. "as long as you don't further help yourself you can do what you want."

Sanemi leaned slightly off his chair now looking directly into Giyuu's eyes, once again comparing them to an endless abyss in his own mind. What had those eyes seen, there was a reason Giyuu joined the demon slayer corps. what had he lost?

Sanemi lifted his hand up and places it on Giyuu's cheek. " Can I kiss you."

Giyuu's face turned a bright shade of red comparable to Tanjiro's eyes, but instead of yelling he was stuttering out of control. So he just nodded his head and tilted his head down out of embarrassment.

Sanemi leaned down further, and cupped Giyuu's cheek lifting his face to stare in his eyes. He closes the distance pressing them together. in contrast to Giyuu's hands his lips where warm and had the opposite effect on Sanemi, they made him feel like he was floating. No, not floating, falling; falling into the ocean that is Giyuu Tomioka, falling in love. They part after a moment, foreheads falling against each other. Sanemi looked down at Giyuu's face, his cheeks flushed and eyelids fluttering open to meeting the pale purple of Sanemi's eyes.

Giyuu opens his mouth to speak "Shin-"

" Call me Sanemi."

#sanegiyuu #giyuu tomioka #sanemi shinazugawa #oneshot #fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3 oneshot #sanemi x giyuu

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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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Into Eternity

Chapter 2

Words: 1.8k

Summary: it was an accident...right?

Contents: WARNING, this chapter contains death, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, grief, angst. Reader discretion is advised

@scarlet2007 @ceshacat @irishbelle34

With hours of cleaning done and the sun coming up, you walked to work. The regret of taking an ambulance home finally settling in.

The cold gnawled at you, with only a zip up jacket to spare warmth. You didn't complain, you couldn't, not when someone out there had it worse than you.

When you finally arrived at work you were more than an hour late and your fingers were numb from the cold, right alongside your poor nose.

The moment you stepped into the back all eyes were on you. Whispers surrounded you like water, you ignored them, and the looks of pity from your fellow colleagues didn't compare to the look Wess gave you when he saw you.

His face fell, like he'd seen a ghost. Conflicted between hating you and hugging you, his head dropped and quietly he sauntered away.

You could only assume he was off to sulk, but you were denied the chance to think about it any longer when your boss poked his head from his door. He pointed at you, motioning for you to come here. Confused, you made your way into his office.

As you stepped in he shut the door behind you, tapping the chair in front of his desk as if to tell you to sit, and you did.

You waited while he sat in his seat with a grunt and scooted forward.

Clasping his hands together in front of him he lowered his head.

He was only in his late thirties, the poor guy looked like he was already fifty. The thinning grey hairs on his head are a statement as to the kind of person he was. But as uptight as he usually was he was sullen, a deep guilt swimming in his eyes.

"We know that you deal drugs." He finally said.

Your heart dropped. "You must have me mistaken." You laugh nervously, your hand pressed against your chest and brows furrowed with worry.

With a scoff he shook his head.

"There's no point," he sighs, "you're fired,"

Your heart pounds in your chest. "No, please. I've stopped. I had a reason. Please don't do this." You begged.

He avoided looking at you, knowing that if he did the sight of you would make him give in. He was sorry, he truly was but he couldn't seem to say that.

You swallowed a sob. "Please…" The tears slip down your face, hands grasping at your legs.

Not even once does he look at you while he waves you away with his hand. The anger bubbles. Slamming your hands against the desk and standing abruptly, you scream.

"Fuck you! You selfish prick! I hope you die!" Your words make him flinch, but he still doesn't look at you.

Turning, you wipe your eyes, slamming the door open and leaving.

Everyone watches you as you snatch the back door open and let it bounce off the wall, slamming shut behind you. The loud noise caused a rippling effect from the people around you, all startled by the sudden movement.

The thing you killed yourself for, worked to the bone for, and made your living off of was gone. Everything was falling apart, since when had anything gone right for you? You wonder.

Yet you'd curse the world around you for your fall, and drag anyone who got in the way with you.

To drown your problems, the closest bar seemed to be your best friend. drinking til’ the sun went down always numbed the pain.

You hardly even remember driving home, but you made it and drunkenly stumbled towards the metal stairs on your fire escape.

The snow had turned to freezing drops of rain hitting your skin and soaking your clothes. It feels like an extra hundred pounds has been added to your body.

Your clothes drag you down, and just like before the world fell sideways. It felt as if everything was in slow motion.

The rain became a fractured mirror of your current state, reflecting what looked like a skeleton back at you. The skin around your eyes, dark and sunken in, the shirt clinging to your skin showing how little you'd eaten. That reminded you, when was the last time you ate?

Only feet from the car you fell, passed out from alcohol poisoning and overexhaustion.

Call it overdoing it but you were in for a rude awakening when you woke up in your apartment the next day.

Devastating would be an understatement, and any medic, cop, and emt, who stood nearby had to fight to hold back tears. Your screams were agonizing, leaving your throat burning. The tears sting your eyes, and the screams numbed your throat. None of it went without reason, after everything you had done to keep her happy, your day out cost your mother her life.

As one of the medics had told you.

"Someone took you in sometime early in the morning to find her passed away on the floor. I'm deeply sorry for your loss."

She'd fallen while trying to take her medicine, if you'd only been there, you thought. No amount of wishing and grievances would bring her back to you, and deep down you knew that but it was unacceptable.

For the next week after you spent the rest of your money on liquor and drugs, anything that numbed you. Something that would carry away the pain, something that would make you mechanically happy. You were barely swimming in a pool of drugs and liquor, it was beautiful like you were looking through a pair of rose colored sunglasses. But you didn't see the danger. At least not the danger that lied ahead.

But he did, he saw it all.

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With the bar close to closing time you stumble through the doors, the cold air startling against your skin. With a shudder you stagger your way towards the back alley across the street. It's dark, the shadows cast from the street lights on the building making it hard to see but you'd walked this way enough to know it well.

"Hey boys, look what we caught!" A nasal voice called out.

Confused, you looked up, in front of you emerging from the shadows were three men. Each stalked closer to you with sinister grins plastered on their faces.

Annoyed and not in the mood, you began to push forward, attempting to ignore them. A hand roughly grabbed your upper-arm, the grip strong enough to bruise. Pivoting on your heel and pulling away from him, you struggled. He wasn't giving up, no matter how hard you pulled. Panic rose on your face and the taller and rounder man beside him laughed at that.

You couldn't get away, the tears welling in your eyes beginning to sting. Reality was setting in, this was it. You were at the disposal of the ugliest men in all of Gotham.

Just as one of your assaulters reached to grope you, a voice echoes from above.

"I wouldn't touch anything if I were you." That voice sent shivers down your spine, it was that same voice that so deeply scared you.

They all looked up, including you. It was pitch black above you, or it was just the alcohol, you couldn't tell anymore.

"And what are you gonna do?" The third assaulter behind you called out. He urged whoever it was to make a move.

"Kill you." A growl echoes from in front of you. You're unable to clearly see as you're pushed to the ground.

"It's The Red Hood! Run!"

Footsteps echo into the distance as you stare into the sky above, unable to find the will to get back up. A low thud is heard from in front of where you lay, footsteps make their way towards you.

Looking down you see Red Hood standing over you, one foot on each side of your legs.

"What the fuck are you thinking?!" You jolt from the sudden loud outburst. Your brows furrowed and you sat up, as you did he stepped back.

He had no business getting in the way of you coping, it angered you that he even tried.

"None… of your phucking business, that's what." You seeth,

It takes a moment but you stumble to your feet, only to catch yourself against the wall of the building closest to you. He steps closer, his hands idly ready to catch you.

"I do what I want."

Even through the mask his anger was evident, but what gave him the right to care about you? Nothing, that's what.

His voice is quieter this time, but the demand was still there. "I'll make it my business."

Glaring daggers at him, you scoff. "What gives you the right?" Venom drips from your voice, but he doesn't back down, instead he jabs his finger in your chest accusingly.

"You're trying to get yourself killed!" He lifts a finger to his chin as if in thought. "No. Actually, I meant you're trying to kill yourself!" He spat.

"Do you even know what you're doing to yourself?" He lifted his arms momentarily before letting them fall to his side with a slap following.

You only stared at him, the hatred burning in your eyes. Yet you said nothing. Had he been right? You wonder.

Reaching up, he grasped your arms carefully.

"I get it, your mom died but that does not constitute this kind of behavior." He lifts a hand to gesture to you "It's coping, believe me I know but this is not the right way to do it."

Anger carried into worry, he was pleading at this rate. But for what reason? you didn't know. Your well being should've been none of his concern, yet it was.

"Bitch, I didn't ask for your opinion. Nor did I ask for your permishun." His head lowered and his shoulders shook with a laugh. Letting go of your arms he backed off.

"Well I tried," he shook his head. "I bet you'll have a hard time buying your escape when you don't have any money." His hand lifted to reveal your wallet.

Lurching forward to snatch it back you tripped over your own feet, a side effect of being drunk. Besides Red Hood's frustration toward you, he caught you anyway.

"M…nnfuchker." You slurred against his hold.

Slipping the wallet back into his pocket, he reached back, his hands on your waist hoisting you over his shoulder while he held you in place by the bend of your knees.

Having been carried home, you were then thrown into your couch. Angry you slurred words at him, but he only nodded and hummed as if responding to a child.

He left, only to come back with his helmet tucked under his arm, and the blanket from your bed, haphazardly tossing it over you.

"Sleep well you angry bitch." He mused before patting your head and climbing out the window.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #batman fanfiction #fanfic #jason todd fanfiction

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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24 for the twins!

24. 🥧 I am so sad but this pie you brought me is helping a little. let me get two spoons

The moment Taako's feet left the ground, the caravan started moving. It jerked, making him nearly fall, if not for the handrail by the door. The driver out front- Dylan? he was pretty sure the guy was named Dylan- was muttering something under his breath as Taako shut the door.

The lights in here were still dim, as they had been when he left. Lup had taken to closing the curtains while he was gone which was, frankly, unnecessarily dramatic. But it wasn't like he was gonna comment on it after Lup nearly bit off Dylan's head earlier. She was resting on the top bunk, burrowed underneath her blankets. She didn't even poke her head up as Taako came in.

The room was small and way too cramped for three people to be living in. The other stagecoaches had left a few minutes before they had, but Taako was sure they'd catch up with the pace Dylan was setting. Lup and Taako shared the bunk beds and Dylan got the little stinky one off to the side. That's what he deserved for joining the circus a month after they had started their tour.

"Lup?" Taako said, making his way over to the bunk beds. Lup pulled the blankets up even further over her head. "Wanna, uh. Talk about it?"

No response.

"I got pie?"

There was a very slight shift in the bed. And then Lup was leaning over the side, squinting at him and the pie he had in his hands. The one that had made them start traveling late.

"What kind?" Lup said.

"What kind does it look like," Taako scoffed. "Pecan? Nah, this is genuine French Silk, doofus. And I'm gonna eat it all unless you come back down here."

"Where the hell did you get a French Silk pie in-" Lup paused. "...Ten minutes?"

"Eight," Taako corrected. He set the pie down on a very narrow counter. "And wouldn't you like to know."

"Ugh," Lup said, flopping back into the bed. Taako fished out one of their forks, clinking it very noticeably against the counter, and she sat up, crawling to the ladder. "Hang on, I'm coming."

Taako stepped back, letting Lup take the fork from him. She picked up the pie and squeezed back into the lower bunk, sitting with her legs crossed. She stabbed a fork directly into the pie and took a bite. Taako would voice his disgust for that method if they were in literally any other situation.

"It's alright," she said after a second. Taako sat down across from her, bending his legs up to his chest to give her some room. They went over a particularly rough bump and Lup cursed, bringing the pie further to her chest. She ate in silence.

"Soooo," Taako started.

"Nope," Lup said. "Not doing this."

"Sooo," Taako said, a bit more pointedly. "Turns out listening to Taako's advise is a pretty good plan."

"If you're just gonna be smug about it, I'm not gonna talk about it," Lup said, scowling.

"I deserve a little smugness, I think," Taako said. Lup glared. "Alright, fine, I'll stop. But like, seriously? You good? 'Cus, uh, it didn't look great from my P-O-V. Or anyone else's, I'm sure."

Lup was silent again. She took another bite of pie.

"This helps a little," Lup said, scooping up another forkful. "But mostly I just feel kinda-" she blew a raspberry. Taako wrinkled his nose and she shoved another bite into her mouth. Through the food- another thing Taako would criticise her on it if not for the whole Situation- she said, "d'you want some?"

"Sure," Taako said, getting back up to get a fork for himself. "Are you gonna talk at all or is this just a eat and then go take a nap kinda thing?"

"I don't have anything to talk about," Lup said.

"It seemed like a pretty nasty break up to me-"

"Taako," Lup said as he sat back down on the bed. She passed the pie to him. "Shut the hell up and eat the pie."

"Right, got'cha," Taako said. "Eat and nap."

Lup stabbed her fork violently into the pie. Taako didn't know how comfortable he was holding this thing. They lapsed into silence for a few more minutes. The caravan finally seemed to slow down, meaning they had caught up with everyone else.

"He was just a big fucking jerk," Lup said, without any prompting. There we go, Taako thought, and got himself another scoop. "Like, who fucking cares if you're a nationally acclaimed gymnast. You work for a goddamn zoo like the rest of us, Jason."

"Yikes," Taako said, but she didn't seem to notice.

"And- and!" Lup went on. "He kept still my shit. Like you know that top I was looking for for weeks? Guess where it was?" She didn't give Taako time to speak. "In his closet! Where I had asked, repeatedly, if he had put it! And don't even get me started on the fucking blow drier-"

Taako sat back, getting himself another bite of pie. They were going to be here for a while.

#taako #lup #taz #taz balance #my writing still feels weird but im trying aa #asks #anon #mine #ise cube writing

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mymanymerrymuses · 1 year

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More incorrect quotes but this time! It's the tpn main trio, Emma, Norman, and Ray! Aaaaand I got carried away again but, nobody can stop me XD

Emma: Ray is a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in their entire life! Norman: Never done anything wrong?! They set a city block on FIRE! === Emma: I think Norman is in trouble. Ray: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest. === *Something crashes* Norman: Shoot- Emma: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?! Ray: *walking by the room calmly* What died? === Emma: You are irrationally angry 365 days a year. Ray: Well, that’s just your personal opinion, I don’t have anger issues. Do you guys think I have anger issues? Norman: Well, I wouldn’t really call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix. === Norman: Anyone else feel good when their brain releases a bunch of endorphins? Ray: Can't relate. Emma: Why would my brain release a bunch of dolphins? === Emma, rushing into the room: It’s terrible, just terrible! I am so upset! Norman: Emma, honey, sit down! Sweetheart, tell us all about it. Ray, would you get Emma some water? Ray: What are they gonna do with water? Has water ever made you feel better when you were upset? Have you ever heard anyone say, “Thank God, the water’s here!”? === Emma: I think we should have glow stick juice injected in our bones when we're born, so if we break our bones, we get a fun little surprise. Norman: What's the surprise? Ray: Blood poisoning. === *Norman is considering cancelling plans, and Ray and Emma are advising them on what to do* Ray: Just don't go. Emma: Say you’re ill! Ray: Pretend to break your leg. Emma: Really break your leg! === Emma: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity? Ray, turning to Norman: How tall are you? === *Ray is casually searching around the room* Norman: Hey Ray, what’re you looking for? Ray: My will to live. *Emma walks into the room* Ray: Oh, there it is. === Ray: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

(bonus with other kiddos) Norman: Hey, can we stay in your room tonight? Conny: Why? Norman: Emma fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours. Don: Ray doesn't know how to banish spirits, so they just throw salt at them and yell "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!" === Jemima : Conny learned how to fold origami penguins from Norman the other day. I told them, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day they put them in the fridge. === Conny: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Norman: Several traffic violations. Don: Three counts of resisting arrest. Ray: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Jemima : Also, that’s not our car === Norman: *speaking Spanish* Ray: I know, I know. Jemima : You speak Spanish? Ray: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Norman speaks

#81194 (ray)#22194 (norman)#63194 (emma)#16194 (don)#31394 (jemima)#48294 (conny)

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polarisbibliotheque · 2 years

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Dante & Vergil with an s/o suffering from being hit on without their consent

About this: very much inspired by a real situation where I was trying to get back into a professional environment/get a job and there was a guy obviously thinking about something else. My resumé was ignored, and I was pretty much treated like a whore just because I am a woman, and I’m fuming. So, I wanted to vent somewhere and, while it was all happening, I did think “hell, I wished Dante and Vergil were real just so I could have them along with me to be respected”. Horrible, yeah, but it is what it is. I need to get this out of my system.

Also, no 'read more' break because I don't usually cut when there's the two of them in one go

Pairings: Dante x Reader; Vergil x Reader

Summary: You had been dealing with a guy who wanted to have a business lunch with you but things turned weird. Not being one to share your worries, it was up to your partner to notice something was wrong - but, for your luck, both sons of Sparda were very much attuned to their s/o.

Restrictions: There's a little more cursing on this one and some insinuations that the guy is harrassing you and thinking of other things. Nothing out in the open, but if you are sensitive about this, reader discretion is advised.

Author's notes: I am very mad about this, my writing was my therapy. Bottom line here is: to anyone who goes through this, your feelings of distress regarding a similar situation are ALWAYS VALID. Don’t water it down. Don’t let it go. If you’re feeling unsafe, if you’re feeling like something is WRONG, HOLD ON TO YOUR BELIEFS. No one has the right to tell you how you should or shouldn’t feel and you shouldn’t be ok with abuse/harrassment just because “this is how it is”. Well, if this is ‘how it is’ then the world should change. NOT you. PERIOD.

Dante

“You don’t look good – and, before you say anything, you always look good, babe. What’s up?”

You raised your eyes from the piece of pizza in your hands. You and Dante were lazily sitting on the couch, his legs taking up almost every seat as always, the pizza boxes and beer cans on the coffee table nearby. It had been a long day, some tiring jobs here and there, and you decided to relax in the best way you knew how.

That meant spending time with each other.

“Eh, it’s nothing. Probably me just being… You know, me.” You shrugged, resting your back on the armrest and stretching one of your legs over Dante’s lap.

“You mean beautiful, incredible, feisty and packing one hell of a punch?” He had a wide smile in his lips, automatically resting his free hand in your calf – running his hand slowly up and down to warm you up. Dante’s temperature was naturally hot: it was already a thing for him to warm you up whenever – so much, he didn’t even notice when he started doing it.

“You forgot intelligent too.” You added with a wink, laughing at his response.

“Nah, I didn’t. That’s a given; you don’t need me to tell you that!” He playfully and ever so lightly squeezed your calf, making you laugh alongside him. “But you do look annoyed. Last time I saw you like this, you were tryna figure out how Nero beat you up in Dark Souls, babe.”

“Oh my… Don’t remind me of that…” You lowered your head, feeling your cheeks running red and hearing his laugh while leaving the piece of pizza back in the box to get the can of beer. Dante would never get his other hand out of you now, he had only one available. “I’m still gonna beat his ass. I’m gonna get my revenge.”

“And I’d love to see that.” Dante casually smiled back while you looked at him again. “So… What gives?”

You stared at him for a while. It was always so comfortable talking to him. Dante felt so familiar, and you always felt so at home. As if you could say anything and everything to him and whatever words came out of your mouth would never be enough to scare him away.

You loved your Crimson Slayer. Yes, he was a goof most of the time, but he was your goof. He was your home.

“Ah…” You sighed, throwing your head back, already looking tired. “Remember that guy I met who started talking about work? The work I had before all this?”

“Hmmm, yeah. We talked about it.” And Dante was suddenly serious. He knew when to be a goof and when to give solid advice – you’d always love him for it. “It could be a way for you to get back to a normal life. With a stable job and such. Havin’ second thoughts?”

“Hmmm… Kinda.” You looked like you were suffering, your eyes going back to his figure. Serious Dante was a rare sight, but you loved him, nonetheless. “I mean… I like what we have. I do think it would be good to have something stable to be easier to pay the bills at the end of the month, but, at this point, I don’t know if I can still go back, you know?”

“Hmmm… Yeah… I think I know what ya mean…” He sighed back, taking a sip of his beer, and leaving it on the coffee table. “But we’ve been through that before, that’s not what’s eatin’ you up, babe.” And his sharp, intelligent sky-blue eyes went back to you, almost leaving you naked. At least, that’s how you always felt around Dante: you couldn’t hide much from him. “If you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s fine, honey. I don’t wanna get you uncomfortable – we can talk about it when you’re ready.”

“Nah! No, no, no, it’s ok! It’s fine! It’s just...” You laughed with yourself for a while, making Dante smile in return as you were trying to find the words. He’d never force you to do or say anything and that was something that always made you stay alongside your red devil. “I’m not really used talking about things like this? I guess…?”

“Ya know, that should be a statement. Not a question.” Dante’s voice was serious, but he had a smart smile on his lips. Leaning back and resting both hands in your leg, he sighed once more. “Well, I’ve nowhere to be right now. You can take all the time in the world. I’ll listen.”

That made you smile. Dante didn’t know how precious you considered that to be – people rarely listened to you. In the other hand, you always listened and gave sound advice to everyone you knew throughout your life – but no one ever wanted to hear you.

And there was Dante, spending a lazy night with you, eating pizza, and just saying he’d be there listening through the whole night if you needed him to.

“So… That guy.” You started tentatively, seeing him paying attention in complete silence, giving you the space you needed. A faint smile appeared in your lips as you realized that. “He’s been sending me messages late at night, and speaking in a way that… Well, it doesn’t seem very professional.”

“Hmmm, what do ya mean? He’s sayin’ bullshit to you already?” Dante’s eyebrows immediately furrowed, and his posture got more alert. He could sense how uncomfortable you were, and he didn’t really like where that story was going.

“No, no… Not like that. But he did invite me to lunch – which is ok. You know, in a professional environment, professional lunches to meet people from the same area as you are pretty common.” You explained, once Dante wasn’t really used to all that. You had a sort of experience he didn’t have the chance to live, so it was only natural you explained it to him. There was no way he could learn a normal life from movies, series, and soap operas only. “That’s fine with me. But he kept asking my address, you know? To pick me up so we can go have lunch together…? And I don’t wanna be annoying but…”

“Red flag.” You both said together, making you smile – even if just a little. You were so glad you had a partner who understood you.

“Like, ok. It’s fine. But I kept thinking if I was you, you know? A huge white-haired guy, built like a brick house, strong enough to handle Devil Sword Sparda… Would a guy I just met be asking my address to offer me a ride so we can have a professional lunch to know each other better…?”

“No.” Dante didn’t even hesitate in answering your question. “No. He wouldn’t.”

“Jackpot.” You pretended to shoot him with finger guns, making him smile – even if he didn’t want to. “Also, he didn’t even read my resumé. He keeps writing my name wrong and being all fun and way too friendly. That isn’t very… Professional. At least in my experience.”

“Wait, rewind, angel. He didn’t read your resumé? You did send it to him, right?”

“Well, unless I wrote my name wrong in there or he couldn’t read it at all, I’m pretty sure he didn’t even open the friggin’ file.”

“Guy’s a jerk. Your resumé is great.” Dante scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “C’mon, I read it. With everything you got in there, you shouldn’t be stuck in here with me. And that guy doesn’t even read it?!”

You kept staring at your lover, a little bothered by his words. Dante always thought you were too good to end up as a devil hunter at the Devil May Cry, but you always said it was the best thing that happened to you. He didn’t really understand that and hoped you could go back to a normal, stable life – even if you decided, for some reason, to stay with him – but you didn’t seem too keen to do that.

At the end, you sometimes thought he was too good of a guy, with such a golden heart, to be stuck with you as well. Weren’t you quite a pair?

“C’mon, I’m not stuck in here with you. This is all much better than I’ve ever hoped for. It’s a choice, love.” You shrugged, getting the other leg on his lap, and trying to get your feet warm in Dante’s legs. It wasn’t your fault your extremities failed so beautifully at keeping its warmth. “But see, I don’t know what to do now. ‘Cause, as you said it yourself, it was a chance to get back into business, but the way he’s been messaging me… I dunno. I don’t feel… Safe. I guess.”

You could feel Dante’s body tensing up at the word. Everything he did was to make you feel safe. To make you feel protected. It was to keep you from harm – like he couldn’t do to his family, which caused all the mayhem with Vergil, because honestly, they were both black holes when dealing with trauma. And now you told him you weren’t feeling safe.

Of all the feelings you could be having, of everything that guy could have inspired in you, it had to be feeling unsafe. In Dante’s point of view, that was lower than any demon.

“Why…? Are you afraid he’ll try something stupid…?”

“I don’t know, Dante… The world is not so kind to people who aren’t a manly man built like a wall.” With those words, you slouched in the couch, maybe trying to sink in it. “Sometimes I wish I was born different just to have some fucking respect.”

Dante could see all the red flags in the world spiraling around your head. He was ready to give you all the love you needed, to get those feelings and those words away from you – for he thought you were already perfect and there was nothing you needed to change. And have that kind of feeling just because a guy was being a jerk? Well, he was getting mad enough to trigger.

But, before he could say anything, you both saw your cellphone vibrating with a message.

“Isn’t it late already…?” Dante casually massaged your ankles as you leaned in the coffee table to get your phone and see what it was about. “Is it a job? Or maybe somethin’s wrong with Nero and Kyrie…?”

“Oh. Nah…” You immediately looked funny at your phone, as if it was covered in demon slime. Dante raised one eyebrow. “It’s that guy.”

“Hasn’t his mother ever taught ‘im not to send messages late at night? Professional messages?” And you could even see how annoyed Dante was. It wasn’t just you anymore.

“I’m pretty sure his mother didn’t even know what messages were back when she was raising him. Guy’s that old.” You sighed, leaning back into the armrest once more. “And before you can say anything, the fact you are completely oblivious to technology is something you inherited from your parents. For Heaven’s sakes, Dante, your dad dressed as if he lived in the 1800’s.”

He couldn’t refrain from laughing. Dante remembered the way his father dressed, how his mother was always graciously gliding around the richly decorated house he lived for a while. It all looked like a Victorian fairy tale, and they were always surrounded by books – no wonder Vergil loved them so much. It took years for Dante to experience a cellphone and even a computer – and, by that time, he couldn’t be found by anyone, so staying off grid meant staying away from technology. No wonder he got used to having only an old phone and a jukebox in the shop.

“Yeah, I’ll give ya that one. Mom and dad really were more the dramatic type.” He shook his head, a fond smile spread in his lips. But it was gone soon, back to the worried annoyance with you. “What does he want? Still tryna pick you up?”

You were staring blankly at the screen, unsure how to react. Dante got even more worried: if you didn’t say anything, he’d have to snatch that phone from you – and he never did that without your consent.

“I… I… There’s a lack of wings to my words, love.” You recited dramatically, caught between disbelief and the will to laugh. He could read it on your face, finding it even weirder. “He said, and I quote, word by word ‘oh, I’m being ignored, she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore’.”

You stared back at Dante just to find the Crimson Slayer, Legendary Devil Hunter, completely dumbfounded. He had his eyebrows furrowed and mouth open ever so slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t. He took his hands from your legs just to leave them there, palms up in the air, as if he tried to find something to react to. But there was nothing. Zero. Nada.

“Well, I got nothing too, babe.” And now he just looked surprised at himself. It was really difficult to get Dante out of words, but there you were. “Just… What the fuck…?”

“I mean, not even you, my lover, is that clingy, just…” You raised one eyebrow, looking back at your phone and still trying to figure out what to do. “What the actual hell?! How’s this professional?!”

“It isn’t. That’s what it is.” Dante ran his hand through his face, looking terribly tired. “Now I know whatcha mean when you say something has taken years from your life. That message just took at least five years from mine.”

You tried not to laugh, but it was impossible. Dante tried to do the same, but ended up laughing alongside you. Shaking your head, you sighed as you stared at your phone, completely clueless on what you should do with that guy – and Dante could see that.

“If you wanna go, I won’t stop you. But I’m coming along, as your bodyguard, your husband, your coworker, your butler, whatever. I’m comin’. I’m not leaving you alone with that creep.” And you could see the conviction in his sky-blue eyes – the same when Dante was hunting and promised nothing bad would happen to the ones he loved. “You don’t have to go through this shit alone, babe. You’re not forced to anything. If you want to, tell him to go fuck himself and let’s go grab some sundaes to compensate this… Whatever this is.”

And there, staring at Dante’s eyes, every part of your soul feeling in distress was soothed with safety once more. You were at the Devil May Cry and there was no safest place in the world: you had the Crimson Slayer himself to keep you protected and, honestly, nothing could top that. You knew Dante would give his life for you and he would never force you to do something you didn’t want to. There was no need to keep up with appearances – Dante was real and he wanted the real you, not “perfect-and-proper” you.

“Even if I lose this chance? I might never find work in the field again.” You tried with a slight unsure smile in your lips – you grew up having to be proper, even if people were stupid and did something wrong with you. Having the one you loved give you the freedom to be yourself and not take any bullshit felt like breaking shackles long locked on your hands and feet.

“There’s plenty of work to be done here. The pay is usually bad, though.” Dante winked back at you, making you laugh a little. Getting up from the couch, he offered his hands to help you get on your feet. “But hey, we got sundaes. And I guarantee no creeps will try to pick you up like a whore – you’ll just have to deal with lil’ ol’ me around.”

“That’s more than enough. Much better than the alternative, I have to say.” With those words, he picked you up and gave you a few seconds to respond the message. When you were done, you left your phone on the coffee table and wrapped one of your arms around your red devil. “Now. I think you owe me a dulce de leche sundae, cowboy.”

“Your wish is my command, sheriff.” Dante pulled you closer, resting his arm across your shoulders as you started walking together. “Told ‘im to stick it?”

“Not really like this, but somewhat.” You chuckled back, smiling as you felt the slightly cold air of the evening fill your lungs, enjoying your walk with Dante. “Thank you for that, babe.”

“You don’t have to thank me for bein’ a decent human, y/n.” He answered nonchalantly, clearly thinking it wasn’t much. “Supportin’ you is what anyone should do in a case like this.”

You took in his face, slightly lit by the moonlight as you calmly walked to the ice cream parlor. Dante would never see that on himself, but you knew: he was different. You met many humans in your life, and you were pretty sure the most part wouldn’t have given you the support he did – let alone allow you to ruin a chance because of “just” that. Most of them would say you were overreacting, that it was “normal” to go through it and “you didn’t have to be rude” towards the guy.

But not Dante: he gave you the freedom to stand up for yourself, to call off abuse right when it started. He gave you the power you needed and didn’t try to cut it off or diminish it because it was a “normal” situation. He put you over whatever amount of money or status you could have gained from accepting all that – and that was something else, even if he didn’t think so.

At the end of the day – while eating sundaes with your beloved, chatting and walking back to the Devil May Cry under the soothing rays of moonlight – Dante had the most beautiful human heart you had ever known.

And you hoped to be stuck with that for as long as life allowed you to.

Vergil

Vergil was the stereotypical predator archetype. He was always silent and observing, even when you weren’t paying attention. Especially when you weren’t paying attention.

That was why he could point out when something was wrong with you just by the way you spoke that day or the manner your hands moved when preparing your tea. Humans were creatures of habits, and he knew all yours – that fool of a brother he had liked to say Vergil paid more attention to his books than anything else, but that was a blatant lie.

And Vergil knew Dante also only acted aloof most of the time – he didn’t trust Dante’s goofiness for a second.

That day in question, you were more silent than usual. Vergil sat by the couch, reading a book you had recently gave him and sipping some tea – strong but sweet, just the way he liked it – when he lifted his silvery predator eyes from the pages to observe your form for a while.

You didn’t speak – in a matter of fact, you barely moved. You just kept on reading a thousand books of occultism – some which you had already read, quite unusual of you – and ignored everything else. He could see the way your eyes zoned out and came back frustrated, starting the same paragraph over and over again.

And, in the meantime, you got a message on your cellphone.

You and Vergil weren’t the most social of people: you enjoyed solitude and had a rule of not spending too much time on your phone. He had heard many times you complain with Nero or Nico that you couldn’t answer their messages immediately – and their comeback was always that you didn’t take an hour to answer, you took half a day. But it was part of you and Vergil understood it quite well: his own anxiety made him avoid sudden interactions most of the time.

You closed your eyes and silently huffed in annoyance for half a second before tapping the screen to look at the name of whoever sent you the message – and, as you saw it, you immediately blocked your phone and slid it away on the table, far away from you.

That was very unusual. If you didn’t talk to him, Vergil would be compelled to bring it up.

As he thought so, you sat up straight – seeming like you had just made up your mind. Vergil casually pretended to still be reading as you got up from the chair and approached him, sitting in the coffee table right in front of his legs. He only raised his eyes to meet you, acknowledging your presence.

“I need to request something from you, Vergil.”

You were serious. He immediately closed his book, resting it on his leg crossed on his lap, reflecting the seriousness in his own expression.

“What do you need of me?”

“Hmmm… I’m not quite sure yet. I’m in this situation… A very stupid one.” You couldn’t look at him in the eyes, keeping your own on the wall by his side. That was very out of character: of all beings Vergil knew, quite a few could hold his gaze – and you were one of them.

“What happened? I can see you’re extremely troubled.” Vergil had his eyebrows furrowed, crossing his arms in his default worried demeanor. You smiled slightly, even if you didn’t really feel like it.

“Nothing escapes your gaze, right?” You had a little bit of playfulness in your voice, making him mirror your smile – even if Vergil didn’t want to. You could make him smile in the most unlike of situations.

“Very few things indeed.” His sigh was faint, but you could hear it nonetheless. “If something is making you uncomfortable, feel free to tell me. Take your time if you need to.”

“Yeah, I don’t really talk about this kind of thing with other people…” You looked down once more, taking a deep breath before looking back into those silvery predator eyes. “Remember that man I told you? When I was working the other day, we chatted, and he became somewhat of a professional contact?”

“Yes. He seemed like a manner to get you back to your career before demon hunting. To a normal, stable life, without the fear of being suddenly killed on a job.” About this subject, Vergil was extremely serious. You had discussed it before and even if you said you were always at risk for being the lover of one of the sons of Sparda, Vergil made it very clear he would never allow anyone to be killed because of him – now, he was powerful enough to protect all those he loved. Even that fool he called his brother. “Did you send him your resumé?”

“In a matter of fact, I did.” You slowly agreed with your head, crossing your legs, and tiredly leaning your elbows on them. “But he keeps writing my name wrong and haven’t said anything about my work experiences and abilities. I don’t think he read it.”

“Hmmm.” Now, Vergil’s eyes turned full predatorial: as if he was getting ready to attack. His shoulders looked tense and his jaw slightly clenched. If ‘stern’ had a face, it would look like him.

“He said he would invite me for a coffee at his office, remember?” As you asked, your lover only agreed with his head, in a very slow pace. You could see Vergil was already following your train of thought – and he didn’t like it. Not a single bit. “Well, he invited me for lunch. Now, professional lunches to meet your peers and get to know them better is very common – people do it all the time. I used to do it back in the day.” You had a faint, mocking smile in your lips. To think once you were like that and now you were a devil hunter, lover of the Dark Slayer himself.

“But…?” His single word was nothing but a murmur – a dark one, fitting his title. You just looked back at his silver eyes, not really expecting Vergil to say something already. “If there wasn’t a ‘but’, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“No, we wouldn’t…” You scoffed, taking a deep breath right after. You never thought saying those words could be so difficult, but there you were. Vergil could only wonder what had made you so uncomfortable. “One of the things I was already annoyed is that he keeps trying to get my address. He did it once when we had just met, saying he’d send me something work related and needed my address later, and now… Well…” You sighed heavily, trying to think if there was a better way to put it. There wasn’t. “He asked for my address so he could pass by and give me a ride to a ‘nice place’ he’ll think of for us to have lunch. And I’m almost quoting his choice of words here, you do know I pay attention to that.”

Vergil fell silent, only staring at you in return. You had discomfort written all over your body, as if you were afraid of being touched – by anything and anyone. He would go as far as saying you’d refrain from his touch if he even tried to reach out at that moment; that made Vergil’s blood boil. He wasn’t already a very forgiving human, but his demon… His demon was worse.

“I kept thinking…” Now you were staring at Vergil’s boots, as if the details were so interesting and you had never noticed them before. But you knew those boots with your very heart, even able to draw them with your eyes closed if you needed it. “If… If he would’ve chosen those words… If he would’ve made that offer… If I were… You.” You raised one eyebrow, failing to see how Vergil had his own furrowed, his head slightly pending to one side. “You know? A tall, strong, stoic man, not… Me. I wondered if he would say those things. If all this situation would be considered normal.”

“It wouldn’t.” Vergil finally let his words fall from his lips, as sharp as Yamato’s blade. You raised your eyes, only to meet his again – and now, they could burn. Not like fire, but like the coldest of ice. “You are one of the most powerful humans I know – if not the most powerful. He is a fool to treat you so disrespectfully.”

“As far as appearances go, love, I don’t inspire that much fear.” You had a condescending look in your eyes, but a slight smile in your lips. Vergil’s rage, however, wouldn’t melt that easily. “Every time I had demons running away from me at first sight, it was because you or your doppelganger stood behind me like an angel of death.”

Both of you fell silent at your words – mostly because Vergil didn’t want to smile during such a serious conversation. You were right, though: demons only ran from you just from laying their eyes on your form if they knew who you were or if Vergil was like an ominous storm around you. It had happened on multiple occasions – and, honestly, it always made you proud.

“You don’t have to look threatening in a normal life.” He made sure to point it out slowly, so you’d have time to let that thought sink in. After living most of his life in survival mode, Vergil knew how difficult it was to turn it off – it was a challenge for both of you; a road you crossed holding each other’s hands. “You only have to do that if there is a threat. I don’t think a professional contact should count as such.”

“That’s the thing, love…” You sighed, running your hand through your face, tiredly. “He seems to be interested in everything but professional things.” As you finally said those words, Vergil felt as if his heart dropped in his chest. You seemed desolate and there was nothing he could actively do to change that – no power in the world could mend a wounded soul. “I seriously hope I’m just being overdramatic. That I’m just overreacting. That I’m crazy, you know?”

“Hmmm.” It was the only thing he could answer before your phone started ringing with a message again.

Followed by another one.

And another one.

Both of you raised your eyebrows and stared at the device. You had all the intentions to ignore it until the end of the day, but it was doing its best to draw attention. You figured it could be Nero – or anyone in the crew, really – with an emergency; and, looking at Vergil, you could read the same concern in his face.

That made you get up and check your messages – but as soon as you did, your eyebrows shot up and you just stared at the screen. Opening your mouth, you tried to say something, but there was nothing.

“What is it, love?” Vergil, as expected, was more than concerned. Getting up from the couch, he left the book on the coffee table and approached you, standing tall by your side near Dante’s desk.

“I…” After trying to summon up your speech once more, and failing brilliantly, you just looked back at your lover, defeated. “As Homer would say it himself: there’s a lack of wings to my words.”

Vergil only looked concerned in return – that was your usual way of saying you didn’t even know what to say. And that was something else: you always seemed to have words for every moment, but there you were.

Understanding your lover’s confusion, you just raised your phone to his line of sight, so Vergil could read it. As soon as he did, you heard an audibly annoyed huff from his part, meeting his stark eyes once more.

“Honestly, he’s sounding like a clingy teen boyfriend.” You massaged your forehead, thinking how the hell you got into that situation. “You don’t send ‘oh, she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore, she’s ignoring me!’ to a professional contact! This is so… Something feels wrong.”

“I will not tell you what to do, for it is not my choice. But if you decide to meet him, I will go with you.” He barely noticed, but Vergil already had his hands on Yamato – which was resting by Dante’s desk previously. You didn’t see him grabbing it and he probably did so in an automatic gesture, but Vergil looked ready to go through the nine circles of Hell in one go.

“I don’t… Feel… Hmmm…” Once again, you didn’t look at him, staring at a lost point in the wall to figure out what was that feeling in your heart. You and Vergil had yet another thing in common: a hard time speaking your feelings. Your emotions ran deep as the ocean but putting them into words other than carefully crafted texts on paper was completely different. “Safe. I think that’s what this hole in my chest is. I’m feeling unsafe. I know it’s quite rude, but I don’t want to talk to him anymore.”

“Then don’t.” Vergil’s answer was dry, placing your phone back on the desk. Your eyes met his again and you could safely say the 9th circle was nothing compared to the burning cold in his eyes. “You don’t have an obligation to be polite to anyone– let alone a man who thinks he can pick you up like a harlot in the middle of the streets while you were behaving professionally and looking for a job. You should never put politeness over your safety.”

Vergil was giving you the freedom to say no. The freedom to confront and call out abuse. He didn’t doubt you; he didn’t water it down as you thought he would do – something you learnt from previous experiences. Half-demon, half-man, Vergil was the first one to acknowledge your fears and let you get rid of them instead of dismissing them. You couldn’t refrain from smiling – not when you felt seen.

Who would’ve known the Dark Slayer could be so human? Even better than many others you had known before. Vergil had such a tainted view of himself, he couldn’t realize how much of his heart was in tune with his humanity.

“Even if a chance like this never arises again…?” You tried, because doubt had your heart at its clutches. But Vergil’s firmness was enough to deal with that.

“No chance is worth your well-being. There are more important things in this world than a human job.” As the words fell from his mouth, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. It didn’t solve your problems, naturally, but Vergil could always give your safety back – something he had failed to provide for his family. For long years, he could give it just for himself, but now he could keep you protected – as well as everyone else. Opening your eyes once more, you found him waiting for an answer, as if asking if you were ok.

“I guess I will never have to worry as long as you are around, Dark Slayer.” You had a smile in your lips, quite proud to be able to say those words.

“And here I will stay for as long as you will have me, y/n.” Albeit sharp and dark, his voice was caring. Vergil could have a hard time verbally expressing feelings, but whenever he did, it was wholeheartedly.

You answered the message in a stark and polite tone, cutting off the contact as soon as you got your hands back on your phone. Vergil could see how it lifted a weight from your shoulders – but it also drained you, making you look tired. He knew how bothered you’d be by it for the next couple days, how angry it would make you – and, in all honesty, you had every right to feel like that.

“I suggest we go out for a cup of tea.” He said suddenly, just as you left your phone back on Dante’s desk. “There’s a beautiful day outside. Such a wonderful rose shouldn’t be left to fade away in the dark.”

“The rose is quite lucky to have such a thoughtful gardener around.” You smiled quickly, already searching for your purse. “Just let me…”

“Don’t. Leave it all here. I’m taking care of us, don’t worry, love.” Vergil held your hand in a much lighter touch than you would expect – caring and welcoming. Keeping your own hand safe in his. “Forget about this for a while.”

“Well…” You held his hand in return, following Vergil on his way outside. “It’s easy to forget the world when you’re around.”

“It feels the same when I’m with you.” He muttered while casually walking on the streets, as if time itself had no influence in your day. At least, not at that moment. “But I will always bring you home.”

You took a deep breath, entangling your fingers with his. There was no safer place to be than walking around the streets with your ominous lover by your side – if only Vergil knew… Your home wasn’t a place, it was a soul.

And you would always go back to it, if it would have you.

#dante x reader #vergil x reader #dante imagine #vergil imagine #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc imagines #dmc fanfic #devil may cry #dante sparda #vergil sparda #I'm a 110% sure my goddess approves this one #don't ever accept abuse and or harrassment #even if it's seen as 'normal'#it is NEVER normal #and you're NOT wrong

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Heyo! How would the Obey Me brothers react to MC being a teenager/younger gen Z? Like, the paper-work got mixed up somehow, and said they were like 26, when they were actually like 16? Also (you don't have to include this), what if the teen MC was actually really interested in demons and angles before coming to devildom, so they're really nervous, but also really excited? If you don't wanna do it, that's fine tho :) Have a great day/night!

I love this prompt! Have a great day too,love🖤

Brothers reaction to MC being a Gen Z teen. (Platonic)

✒Lucifer.

He can already picture himself struggling with you.

Six brothers to take care of + a TEEN? Man is about to loose it.

If you are an introverted he will like you automatically and feel relieved that you will not always get into his brothers shenanigans.

If you are an extroverted (or just a curious one tbh) he will keep an eye on you 24/7 so you won't get into Mammon schemes or Satan's nerves and get yourself in trouble.

Really amused if you like demons and angels, will curse himself for misreading but will not hate himself too much since you are not that scared.

Gets tired of you quickly if you make too many questions and will always send you to ask Mammon or if it's something that he doesn't know himself he will ask Diavolo and tell you later but he will (of course) act all high and mighty as if he already knew the answer to such question.

Will practically adopt you and spoil you a lot because hes is big brother.

Overprotective. Oh you met a lesser demon and you want to go on a date with them? Haha he won't let you.

You will be the only person who gets in trouble and leaves with just a warning.

Also you are totally his soft spot. Man can't resist your sad face and will do anything to make you happy even if he doesn't like to admit that.

Totally lost when it comes to TikTok/memes references and will ask about it a lot.

✒Mammon

He is amazing. Not only does whatever you ask him to but also has the best ways to get you out of boredom.

He will teach you how to scam people and how to be a good thief even if you don't need it or want it.

Teaches you about demons and angels without even knowing. Sometimes he drops random facts but it's not until he realizes you write down what he says that he stops doing it just to hear you ask him things so he can act all smug and smart.

If someone breaks your heart he will be ready to throw hands,no one hurts their little siblings.

Like Lucifer,he adopted you and always claims to be "the one you choose to be with you first" making sure his brothers hear him.

He will help you make your homework. Even if he doesn't understand he will try his best.

Please refer to him sometimes as "big brother" he will die.

When he saves your ass from getting killed by lesser demons he will be ready to receive the biggest hug ever and is absolutely ready to be praised.

If he saves you and you say "thanks,big brother" now you have a problem. He will brag about it for a week (at least).

Will steal things from you to keep them with him when he is going thru an episode. It reminds him that someone thinks of him as worthy and love deserving.

Will die for you,you are not only family now but his favorite person.

Will compliment you in the best brotherhood way he can "looking good today,kid", "your hair looks nice,brat" and "You are the best looking sibling after me of course" are his go to compliments. Mostly does it because you compliment him back and because he knows his comments make you feel closer to him and boy loves it.

✒Levi

If you are an introvert like him you can expect him to go out of his room more often just to see you or talk to you.

If you are not he will try to make you an indoors person but if he can't he is might be willing to take a risk and go out once a week but just to the manga store and back,don't expect more,normie.

If you like any thing he likes he will try to test you and prove he is better than you,he doesn't give a fuck you are practically a child he can't loose.

If he wins he will be very happy and more open to you to open up with some things.

If he doesn't win he will cry when he is alone and call himself an ugly unworthy idiot who can't even be considered an otaku but relax my dude,MC will go to you and reassure you you know better than them and that they will love to hear what you have to say (even if they don't mean it,they love you and will love to see you happy again).

Knows the basics about demons and angels so he is not the best to go to if you have too many questions. That's the only time he will let his envy go away and tell you to go to Satan or Lucifer since they know more than him.

He does not takes his duty as a big brother as something serious since Lucifer is always there but if you call him "big brother" he is going to take that role serious but for you and you only.

Will 100% find siblings cosplays and gets you to do it with him.

If you ever said something like "I'm lucky that my big brother is also my best friend" he might tear up a little since he has never been considered someone's best friend ever.

If any of his brothers try to get you to call him "big brother" he will go on a rampage unless it's Lucifer. Boy is envious not dumb.

If it was Lucifer he will go to him later and ask you if he can stop trying to get you to call him that way because that's they way you call him and it makes him feel special. Lucifer will probably agree because he knows Levi doesn't feel special often so he might give in; if he doesn't Levi will start an argument and won't stop until Lucifer cuts him off or agrees.

Keep calling him big brother, he adores it.

✒Satan

As grumpy as he is,he loves to have yo by his side. Not because he loves company but because he likes to be able to answer all your questions.

Ask him anything about demons or angels and he knows it,fuck he is smart.

Will get you a notebook so you can write what he says and will give you books to read as "extra homework" it's kind of a bad deal if you think of it but it's his way to show love.

The only person who calls him "big brother" often is Asmo and got used to it coming from him and him only. If he hears you calling him that way he will probably jump out of happiness when he is alone but for know he will just answer to that name name and act like nothing happened.

You don't want to do your homework? Fine you can copy mine but just this once.

If you struggle with anything he will solve it for you,no cap.

He will get you cat themed items like pencils, notebooks,necklaces or rings.

Matching is a must. Not because he likes the concept of being associated with a part of someone but because he will love to brag with his brothers obviously.

Will definitely get mad if you ask any type of demon/angel related thing to others.

Names a cat after you but it's the cats middle name so he won't get mocked. Won't tell you tho.

Very very protective but good at hiding it. He might be following you down the street but you wouldn't even know. Kinda creepy? Yes. Have you ever got eaten? Nope.

✒Asmo

Yes! Exactly what he was waiting for.

You are part of his experiments. You don't like makeup? Well now you do. What type of clothes do you have? Do you have an aesthetic? No? Well now you do.

He is always there when you need him to. Best of them all to give advise when needed.

Definitely will be annoyed by all of your questions but will try to be as gentle as possible to tell you that.

Can help you to become really good at comebacks,believe him he knows best than anyone.

He is the one making sure you are educated when comes to sex. Simple but worthy lessons such as "sex is about experimenting and finding what you really like but you always need your partners consent" or "always have a safe word,even when you have vanilla type of sex" or the best one yet "if they want to fuck with you that's fine but always remember to use protection because I will not like to see you having a child so young or having an abortion" because yeah that's what big brothers do.

If you hit him with the "you are the best,big brother" he will jump into your arms and say that he knows he is the best but that hearing that was way too magical,do it again!

He is very aware of insecurities and will try to be the shoulder you cry on if you need to,he is always there to wipe of your tears (or wipe off the ones who hurt you).

Not as protective as the others but keeps an eye on you because your curiosity might hurt you.

Will be crushed if he sees you suffering from the most minimal thing. That lipstick does not fit your skin color? Fuck that lipstick! We are getting new ones,go get Lucifers card!

Spoils you way more than any other because he wants to create a brat. He needs to have someone like you who will cling into Lucifer and beg him to let you do dumb things because you know Lucifer can't say no to you. He needs your power and is not afraid to tell you that

Constant reassurance. He always calls you by cute nicknames and as long as you call him "my beautiful big brother" every time he is amused.

✒Beel

Baby is ready to give you life lessons. Don't stab anyone,drink enough water and be patient with the ones you love.

Yes,he learned the "don't stab anyone" from talking to Belphie.

Is very lost when it comes to you being so interested in demons and angels because he is not used to be the one answering the questions but making them. Bare with him, he is trying to get a good answer.

Will ask for advice on how to answer you, probably goes to Lucifer but mostly Belphie.

Soon you two start doing things together that involve learning from humans and angels. Maybe you are walking down the street working out and when you both start chatting about demon life and suddenly everything stops.

Beel is clueless when it comes to comforting someone about an insecuritie since he was the one being comforted most of the times but will give you space if you need to or do whatever you feel comfy with.

If you call him "big brother" he will hug you like no one has ever hugged you before. Teddy bear hugs are a must now.

Will die for you and is not afraid of telling you such. "MC I will die for you" "whAt?" "As your big brother I may protect you with my life" "Please don't."

Tells you how much he wants you to be happy and constantly asks if you have any type of dreams or goals.

If you do have goals or dreams he will encourage you to go get it. Beel is there to support you no matter what.

✒Belphie.

Absolutely fucking not.

Why is everyone spoiling this stupid brat and not me? I hate them.

But hold on there,he doesn't completely hates you he just hates the attention you get.

If you go to him with a soft attitude and ask him if you can nap together he will say yes and will enjoy the moment a lot .

He has never been someone's big brother so it kinda hits him if you call him like that and will try to act confident and smug about it but it's kinda terrified.

What if he doesn't catch up on the big brother thing and fucks up? He doesn't want to disappoint you or make you feel awkward. So he copies his big brother and tries his best,believe me he does.

You need help with something? Ugh well I will help but you owe me one (you don't owe him anything really,he just doesn't wants to be seen as soft for you). Oh did someone caused you problems? No biggie,I will take care of it.

Spoiler alert: he is very overprotective with you,he doesn't want to lose you.

#obey me x reader #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #obey me

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Match made in Hell : Chapter Thirteen

A/N : And this is it the last and final chapter. Kinda sad but mostly happy to finally finish this series. Hope you like this chapter. Let me know what you think.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you. Everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal. You hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge. Will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

Warnings : mature content, kidnapping, blood, violence, murder, death, language

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“What? How?” you looked at him with a worrisome face.

“We don’t know yet but we are gonna catch him don’t worry” his hands come up to your shoulders in assurance.

“Then we must go now he might be planning something dangerous to take revenge on us” saying so you were about to rush back to your room to get dressed but Tom caught hold of your hand.

“Y/N stop, you can’t go”

“Why? You only said we need to catch him” you look at him questioningly.

“By we I meant me and the boys. You are not going anywhere, not in this condition” he speaks softly placing a hand gently over your stomach “you remember what Dr. Martin said, right? No stress and as much rest as possible”

“But-but you don’t understand Tom I can help and I was pregnant the last time we caught him” you argue as Tom reaches his hand out to cup your face with an understanding smile.

“I know love but we weren’t aware of it at that time and I'm thankful that he didn’t do anything bad but not anymore" he caressed your cheek with his thumb "I’m not letting either of you come in harm's way” you were about to say something but he cut you off “please Y/N for this time just let me handle this. I know you’re strong and the most fearless woman I have ever met in my life but for this time for their sake at least stay back”

You finally gave up hanging your head low with a sigh. He was right with your current situation; it wasn't a wise idea. The risk would be too much and you can’t afford it, not when it’s about the safety of the little ones growing inside you.

“Okay but promise me you’ll be careful and in no circumstance you will risk your life” you place your hand over his on your stomach “we will be waiting for you”

“I promise I’ll be safe” he presses a soft kiss on your forehead “you just take care of yourself. I have told the guards everything and Leslie will also be there” he gives a one last peck on your lips before parting “I’ll be back in no time I promise” he reassures smiling as you nod mirroring his smile.

****

Tom along with with his brothers and Harrison were at their office in Westminster discussing their next move to get hold of Ethan before he makes a move against them.

“Any news?” Tom asks Harrison.

“Nothing,” he answers with disappointment.

“We searched downtown but found no trace of him,” Harry informs, exchanging glances with Sam.

“How is this even possible? A man escaped but is nowhere to be found?!” Tom groans in frustration when they are interrupted by William whom Vanessa brought along with her in case he might be able to help track down Ethan with his years of experience with your father's mob.

“Only if the man has never left the place” he elucidates.

“What?” Tom’s brows knit in a frown.

“Has anyone seen him getting out of the house?” William throws the question to his men as they stood there silently with their gazes lowered down at the floor.

“Answer the question you morons!” Tom barks at them.

“No sir” one of them squeaks out in response as the frown on Tom’s face grows deeper.

“Well then you have your answer Ethan is still in your house hiding maybe seeking for the right opportunity” William remarks.

“Right opportunity for what?” Vanessa questions.

“Y/N..” Tom’s voice comes out shaky as panic washes over his face at the realization “Y/N is all alone in the house. We need to go now!”

****

You were in your room trying to keep yourself occupied by reading some books on parenting and childbirth to calm your nerves which honestly wasn’t helping much cause you knew how dangerous it is with Ethan escaping and the vipers seeking revenge. Since no one would be informing you about anything you thought it’s best, you take a nap as stressing about it will be useless and in turn be bad for the two little beans inside you.

You were about to lie down when you heard shuffling noises outside of your room. Your hand instantly reached out to your bedside table, opening the drawer you took out your gun and got off the bed. You carefully tip-toed out of your room, eyes scanning the corridors when you felt someone’s presence behind you. You cocked your gun ready to turn and shoot.

“I wouldn’t dare to do that” you heard, feeling the muzzle of a gun pressed to the back of your head.

“Ethan?” you frowned deeply.

“Miss me baby?” his voice dark and full of malice. You went to shove him in the stomach with your elbow but he was quick to catch hold of your hand and twist it back as the gun fell from your grasp on the floor.

“You’re getting clumsy sweetheart” he chuckles tauntingly.

“What do you want?!” you hissed struggling to set free.

“You’ll get to know soon but for now start walking”

“What makes you think I’ll listen to whatever you say?” you grit under your teeth.

“Well honey news is in the air that you're pretty knocked up right now" he snickers and your throat went dry, he knows "so if you don't do what I say I wouldn’t hesitate for a moment to pull the trigger”

Usually you were tough and it takes a lot to shake you but now it is different. You couldn’t think of fighting back as fear grasped on to your mind and body. You weren’t alone, you had two lives growing inside you and in no way you were going to put their lives in danger so you remained quiet and decided to do exactly what you were told. You slowly walked down the stairs with Ethan behind you holding you by your arm with one hand the other had his gun pointed at the back of your head when Leslie walked out of the kitchen.

“Ma’am!” she gasped in horror and immediately pressed the alarm on the nearby wall to alert the guards outside as she rushed towards you in an attempt to save you.

“Get back or she dies” Ethan threatens, pressing the gun further to your head.

“It’s ok Les just stay where you are” you say calmly. Two of Tom’s men posted at the gate barged in pointing their guns.

“Put down your gun now or you’ll regret it” they threaten, cocking their guns which made Ethan chuckle darkly.

“You really thought I would be so stupid to do this all alone” he snickers when three men dressed in all black rounded them from behind. They pulled out their guns and within seconds several gunshots were fired piercing through their bodies as both of the guards dropped dead.

“Leslie run!” you shout at her.

“But…” she hesitates.

“Just go or they will kill you!” you tell her as she unwillingly ran to the back of the mansion to get out of the place.

“Yes, run to your boss and tell him that I got his most prized possession and soon I’ll have this whole city within my palms too” he grins wickedly. He then drags you out of the front door to the driveway where two SUV’s were parked.

“C'mon get inside the car” he nudged you as you reluctantly got in the passenger seat while he sat on the driver's seat and starts the car.

“Ethan you don’t wanna do this” you tried to talk some sense into him.

“Oh hell I wanna do it. Today I take back what is rightfully mine. Now shut the fuck up!” he yelled at you while driving and you flinched feeling utterly helpless.

“Tom is on his way he is gonna kill you and if my dad comes to know” you glared at him.

“I don’t care what that bastard wants, he has been using me to take hold of the drug cartel but I was the one who was using him to set up my own gang to take my sweet revenge. Your daddy thinks he owns the vipers, no honey, it's me who gives them the orders” he laughs when his eyes go to the phone in your hands “give me your phone” he orders.

“Why?” you tried to hide it away from him

“Just give it to me dammit!” he snatched it out of your hand and threw it out of the window on the side of the road “now no one will know where you are” he chuckles darkly speeding away through the traffic.

****

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you?!” Tom stormed inside the house to be met with the two dead bodies of his men in a pool of blood.

“Oh God!” V gasped in horror and the boys were left dumbfounded at the scene in front of them..

“Y/N! Where are you?!” Tom called out again desperately.

“Sir!” a very terrified Leslie came running from the back of the house.

“Leslie, where is Y/N? Answer me!” he demanded.

“They took her sir” she broke down into tears as Tom felt the ground slipping from under his feet.

“Uggh this is all my fault!” he knocks off the glass sculpture kept on the nearby table out of rage.

“Tom, calm down, get yourself together!” Harrison stops him from breaking any other things further.

“How can I stay calm Harrison?! That bastard took her and I wasn’t even there to save her. Now I don’t know where she is or even if she is alive or not” he laments.

“You need to think clearly, Tom. He won’t do anything to her I’m sure not until he gets what he wants” William remarks and just then Tom’s phone rang with an unknown caller id

“Take it I’m sure it’s him” William advised he pressed the call button as Ethan’s face became visible on the scream.

“Hey Tom, what’s up man?” he says with a smug grin.

“You scum, where is Y/N?! If you lay a finger on her you’re gonna die a very brutal death!” Tom barked.

“Oh don’t worry, she's alright. For now. Say hi to your husband honey” he mocks flipping the camera towards you. Tom’s heart clenched seeing you tied up to a chair. You looked completely exhausted as you somehow lifted your face up to face the camera.

“Y/N…” he croaks a lump growing inside his throat as he fights back his tears after seeing you being treated like this when you should in the comfort of your home.

“Tom-Tom, don’t agree to what he says it’s a tra-” you tried to warn him but were quickly cut off.

“Okay that’s enough sweetheart”

“Give me my Y/N back!” Tom growled in rage.

“Woah not so fast not until you give me what I want” he remarks with a smug grin.

“What the hell do you want?!”

“Nothing much, just hand over your mob and accept my allegiance only then you'll get your wife back. I’m giving you 12 hours to think Tom after that I’ll empty this gun into her head” he threatens and the call disconnects.

“Hey wait!” Tom yells at the dark screen.

“Let’s go! We don’t have much time” Tom was about to rush out when Harry stopped him

“Wait Tom, are you seriously going to hand over everything?”

“I'm ready to give up everything for Y/N. I don't give a fuck about the mob because that’s the reason behind Y/N, my wife, the mother of children is being held captive in the first place!” he snaps.

“Don’t do anything in a rush you don’t want to strengthen your enemy’s power do you?” William remarks..

“Yes Tom, I agree with William too. You do remember what the Coopers did back then before your dad had to kill them himself?” Harrison reminded him.

“Yes I do but what option do we have?” Tom sighed unable to find a way out

“You have an option” V speaks up

“What?”

“Ask papa for help” she suggests

“Are you out of your mind?! You’re telling me to ask another enemy of ours for help for whom Y/N was almost going to die!” Tom says disapproving her idea.

“Just listen to me for once all this rivalry between you and our dad is just because of the business. If he comes to know that Y/N is in danger he would certainly help cause he loves his family more than anything” she explains.

“Vanessa is right Tom only Victor can help you. The vipers were his gang after all he will know everything and you also need more men to overpower Ethan” William agrees.

“What do you guys say?” Tom looks at his brothers and Harrison.

“You should call him” they all suggest unanimously. After a little pondering Tom took a deep breath and dialed his number.

“You really have the balls to call us after what you did Holland” Julian quipped.

“Julian you gotta listen to me mate this is important. Ethan escaped”

“Well it's not our problem that he escaped”

“He has your sister Julian” Tom informs.

“And why would I help you to save her who is the reason we are about to lose the whole drug cartel”

“It wasn’t your sister Julian it was Ethan all along he had been double crossing you and using the vipers to grab hold of the drug cartel behind you back”

“So what? We just don’t care now end the call”

“Jules, wait your sister is pregnant” Tom reveals as Julian perks up at the news.

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” Julian asks with concern in his voice.

“She is expecting. I know you have had issues but I also know you care for her and so does Mr. Martinez. I know he is listening to this too. It's your daughter sir and if you really want her to stop hating you then help us take down Ethan” Tom’s voice breaks as he pleads with them.

“Dad?” Julian turned to Victor.

“I'm gonna kill that bastard myself!” Victor mutters standing up from his chair enraged “everyone to get ready and tell them to meet at the Docklands”

****

After searching for almost three hours your father was able to locate you. You were being held in an old factory near Kennington. They drove to that place as fast as they could and stopped a mile ahead to not alert his goons. Carefully they walked over to the place and took down the guards posted outside surrounding the place. Tom along with Harrison and your father and brother entered the building killing anyone who came in their way. The deserted factory echoed with the loud noise of gunshots and you knew that Tom was here to rescue you.

“You hear that? Tom is here, you’re going to die Ethan” you quipped a knowing smile etched on your face.

“Not so easily” he goes to untie the ropes and pulls you up on your feet pressing his gun against the side of your head.

“Y/N!” Tom barged in.

“Come closer and she dies,” Ethan threatens.

“You might want to reconsider mate” Tom says with a sly smirk

“Why is that?”

“Your sister Meredith, is her name right? And she lives in an apartment near Brixton” he muses “guess what? my brothers happen to be there too” fear washed over Ethan’s face as he realized how the tables have turned and all thanks to your father who knew about his sister and told Tom about her.

“No, keep my sister out of this” he says weakly.

“You left me no choice mate” Tom tsks “it’s over Ethan so let Y/N go and no one gets hurt” he warns him as Ethan removes the gun from your head and lets go of you. You take one quick glance at him and then look at Tom standing in front of you. You immediately strided your way towards him with tears in your eyes but Ethan had something else in his mind. He lifted his gun again and pulled the trigger aiming at your back.

“Y/N!!” Tom shrieked but before the bullet could hit you Victor was on time to pull you in his tight embrace guarding you as the bullet hit him on his right shoulder. He flinched in pain as you grasped on to his shirt trembling.

“Daddy?” you said weakly glancing up to him with tear filled eyes.

“It’s ok mija I’m here now. Don’t worry everything is going to be alright” he caresses the back of your head gently as you feel your head spin. The stress was too much for you to handle and you fainted in his arms.

“Go get that motherfucker!” Tom shouted seeing Ethan trying to flee. His men were quick to grab him as Harrison snatched the gun out of his hand and punched him right at his face.

“Jules, take her to the hospital now!” your father instructed. Jules took you from his arms and carried you to the car and immediately left for the hospital.

Tom stalked his way towards Ethan as if he was a prey. He cocked his gun, his gaze stone cold eyes burning with rage. He kicks Ethan on his legs as his knees buckled and he kneeled down on the floor in front of him.

“Tom please let me go I swear I’ll go as far away as possible and never return back” Ethan begs for his mercy.

“You should have thought about it before you decided to shoot Y/N” Tom growled, pressing the gun in between his eyes. But for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. It didn’t feel right to him.

“Tom, what are you waiting for?” Harrison nudged him.

“I-I can’t, Y/N wouldn’t want this” Tom looked at him unsure of what to do “it’s better we hand him over to the police” he suggests.

“If you can’t I will” Victor interrupts and aggressively points his gun at Ethan.

“No Victor, wait!” Tom tried to stop him but it was too late he had already pulled the trigger and Ethan’s lifeless body collapsed on the ground.

“It’s ok Tom nobody gets away after messing with my family” he shrugs when the blaring of the sirens could be heard from a distance.

“Get out of here right now!” Victor says to Tom.

“But..” Tom hesitates.

“Leave or you’ll get caught too” he insists.

“What about you?”

“I think it’s time for me to pay for my crimes” he sighs looking at the gun in his hand with a contemplating smile etched on his face. The screeching of car tires could be heard as the bellowing of the sirens grew louder which was soon followed by the clamoring footsteps of people in tactical boots.

“Now go to my daughter she needs you” Victor rushes him “and remember to keep her happy and safe or else I’ll hunt you down too” he warns him.

“Will keep that in mind” Tom smirks and walks out of the place.

“Raise your hands where I can see them!” Grace orders and without a single Victor raises his hands in surrender.

“Victor Martinez you are under arrest for embezzlement and several other crimes including hoarding and smuggling of illegal drugs and murders” Grace states pointing her gun at him along with a team of officers behind her. A male officer was quick to handcuff him. Tom watched it whole from a distance as he was led inside the police van before leaving for the hospital.

You woke up to the rhythmic beeping of the EKG. Your eyes slowly adjust to the lighting of the hospital room.

“Tom..Tom” you mumbled half awake.

“Hey, hey I’m right here” Tom quickly gets up from the couch and holds your hands as you sit up.

“Tom what happened?” you ask warily.

“You fainted honey, your blood pressure went low due to all the stress” he informs.

“What about our babies?” your hand goes to your stomach as you look at him with panic stricken eyes “are they ok? Tom, are they safe?” you rambled out of fear.

“Yes darling, they are safe and healthy the doctor’s confirmed” he assures you gently brushing your hair with his hands.

“Oh thank god” you heaved a sigh of relief.

“I think we should thank your dad too cause if he wasn’t there in time you would have got shot” he remarks.

“I know,” you say, staring at your lap.

“Y/N the interpol and police took your father”

“Well that was going to happen some or the other day anyways” you half shrugged.

“But he saved you, saved us”

“I know and that’s the irony for the first time my dad genuinely showed that cared about me and now I will never see him again” you say with regret in your voice.

4 months later….

You were seated in the huge courtroom of the New York State Supreme Court with Tom, Vanessa and your mother by your side as you awaited the jury’s verdict on the charges you, your father and brother have been indicted with. After your father’s arrest the underworld imploded and most of the leaders went into hiding to save their businesses and escape the law. It was a huge issue in the international media too, the trial went on for three months. You had to travel back and forth to appear before the court for the murders you were charged with.

Though they could never find any proof against you, your dad and your husband made sure of that. Tom had told you that he had requested the families not to testify against you and they had agreed. But you know his way of requesting people very well : it's pointing a gun at their head. If they don’t agree then they are permanently relieved of their life.

When you said that to him he laughed it off by saying “that’s preposterous! I would never do that” and you gave him ‘not buying it’ look “okay the old me would but I’m a changed man now and as I promised no violence” he clarified. But you knew better and you didn’t mind this time really cause you didn’t want to abandon this beautiful life you finally got and go to jail.

Moreover in less than two months there will be two new additions to your little family and you don’t want to miss any of it. You knew that you could never get rid of the blood in your hands and so did Tom but this time you are gonna start afresh for those pure little souls that are coming to light up your entire world and remove the darkness that had been clouding your lives.

“The jury have reached a verdict” the judge’s voice echoed through the silent courtroom and Tom places his hand over yours comfortingly giving you a reassuring smile telling you that everything will be ok “and they unanimously find Victor Martinez guilty of the following charges related to extortion, money laundering, murders and illegal smuggling of drugs. He is being sentenced to lifetime imprisonment” the judge declared.

“Also due to lack of evidence the jury declares Julian Martinez and Y/N Holland innocent and free of all charges” he adds and Tom squeezes your hand gently with a soft smile and a relief in his eyes as you look at him mirroring his smile.

“The court is adjourned for the day” the judge announced and everybody stood up from their seats to walk out of the room one by one. You watched your dad getting handcuffed and being taken away by the officials as your brother followed them to finish the rest of the formalities that needed to be done before they took your father to the prison. For once you wanted to hug him tight and let him know that you loved him even after whatever went down between you. You wanted to let him know that you have forgiven him, you felt bad for your mother too after all he is her husband.

“Don’t worry honey I’ll be fine” she touches your shoulder breaking you out of your thoughts.

“I’m really sorry mom you don’t deserve this” you sniffled

“It’s ok, Y/N I knew this day was coming soon and how much ever you feel bad a crime is a crime”

“Mom, you can come live with us. I can talk to Tom, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” you offered.

“No sweetie that’s not happening I’m better off here and Jules will be there I will be perfectly ok. You just take care of yourselves”

“Hello Mrs Martinez” Tom interrupts.

“Hello Tom”

“Honey it’s quite some time you ate anything let’s get you something shall we?” he suggested to you.

“Yeah I’m feeling a little hungry to be honest” you remarked.

“I know love, let’s go then there’s a nice café right around the corner of the street” he says as Julian joins you three too.

“All formalities are complete, it’s time for us to leave as well” he informs as you walk to him and held his hands.

“Jules please take care of my mother” you ask him with hopeful eyes.

“I will don’t worry” he pulls you in a hug and kisses your forehead “you guys take care too, alright” you nod and go to hug your mom before leaving the place with Tom.

Tom and you slowly walked out of the court and made your way to the café. Upon entering the shop you saw Vanessa already waiting for you as you went and sat down at the table while Tom went to give your orders. You were a little bit out of breath cause being seven months pregnant with twins is no big joke. You get easily tired now. Your stomach has grown round and big in the past few months which makes it difficult for you to bend down. But Tom was always there for you patiently helping you out. He even signed up for birthing and parenting classes so that you are ready for everything.

“Well finally it’s over isn’t it? You got what you wanted” V chimes.

“Yeah kind of” you sigh “is it wrong though that I feel bad for him?”

“Not at all after all he is our father we have the right to feel bad but past is past we gotta move on” you remarks “so how are the little munchkins?”

“Oh they are doing quite well and also not letting their mother sleep with their constant kicking seems like they can’t wait to come out already and so do I. I really want my precious sleep back” you joked.

“Oh sissy for the next two years forget about sleep cause you will be getting none” V snickers.

“Can’t complain though I voluntarily signed up for it” you shake your head smiling as you pull out a file from inside your bag “here” you say handing over the file to her.

“What is this?” V looks at you cluelessly.

“A deal is a deal, open it” you tell her as she opens the file and goes through the papers. Her eyes widened with shock as she finished reading the last page.

“What?! Are you serious?”

“I told you I’ll give your rightful share in the family so this is it” you stated.

“But you are giving me the rum and diamond business. That’s yours” she emphasized.

“I know but I don’t have the time or interest to run it and I can’t handle the business in New York while staying in London. Moreover, Tom has decided to start a chain of luxury resorts and since I have a management degree I’ll be helping him to expand it” you explain “so I’m entrusting you with our family businesses. Welcome to the family V” you look at her with a proud smile.

“I’ll not disappoint you” she promises.

“I know you won’t”

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If you want to send blurb requests based on the series I'm more than eager to write so send me your ideas. Also suggest me some cute baby names both girl and boy. I was thinking of going with Beatrice or April and Cole or Ben but would like to hear your opinions as well ❤️

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charliedawn · 3 years

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How would they react if you ask them to dance?

Freddy :

"Heck yeah !"

Freddy is one of the only slasher that is musically cultured. He can spot good hard rock from a mile away. He is a rock and roll fan to the end. Just, put on any hard rock song and you will see his eyes literally sparkle in delight. He would dance with you until the end of the night. Literally.

" Come on darling, let me turn your world upside down !"

He would pretend having a guitar in his hands and laugh while shaking his head up and down with the rhythm. In rare moments, he would actually forget where he is and start singing with the lyrics.

"~She's got a smile that it seems to me

Reminds me of childhood memories

Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when I see her face

She takes me away to that special place

And if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry..."

Surprisingly, Freddy has a great voice and, when given the opportunity, will make the slashers enjoy a live concert of his. In those moments, not even Pennywise dares make fun of Freddy. Freddy understands your love for old music, and god, does he got the moves ! You swear that when he is dancing, you forget all about who he is and who you are. If you weren't dancing before, you certainly are now. 😂

Surprisingly enough, Arthur would not join right away. He would first see you dance and enjoy himself watching you having fun with the other slashers. But once he is sure that nobody will judge him ? He will join and dance to his heart content. Many people have ways to express themselves, hobbies that help them de-stress..But unfortunately for the slashers, that hobby was mostly killing people. You try to make them see that they can do the same in many different ways. Joker, however, is a very special case, because he actually tried to escape with dance and jokes..People destroyed his dreams. Now, you have to help him get back his hope and the dreams he lost. The first step to do that ? Make him remember what he loved, before becoming the Joker.

" Why do you want to make me believe in something that is gone ?"

" Because I believe in you, Arthur."

He waited for someone to actually believe in him for so long that he can't help but cry at your words. He would then take you for a dance and make you laugh for the rest of the night. He doesn't mind you old-fashioned taste, as he prefers old songs as well, especially the catchy ones.

" Dance ?! Dancing ! Yesss !"

Penny screams while throwing his hands in the air. He loves dancing. It was the only thing he had when he was alone and penniless. He was dancing in the street in his old clown costume, hoping for some generous souls to find him entertaining. However, when he became Penny, his dance became the last thread of his old life he hanged on to. It may have been a way to lure his victims in as well, but it was also much more for Penny. He loves dancing. He is also very good at it, being a very flexible person with a great creativity. His dance may look childish at first, but it's only because he never got the proper training. You asked the hospital to give him some lessons, but unfortunately, they didn't want the dance teacher to become dinner. This is how you had gotten the idea of Friday's dancing nights. It allows the bond between the slashers to strengthen and for Penny to learn more about what he loves.

" Penny dances ! Penny is so happy !"

Well, just make sure he has the dance floor to himself, as you wouldn't want any of the slashers to receive a slap or a kick on accident..He doesn't really care about the music, as long as he can dance on it.

Dance ? What is dance ? When he sees you and the other slashers dance, it makes him think of those teenagers at Crystal lake. He is not too fond of dancing. He will however stare at you and sometimes, even nod his head up and down with the music if he likes it. But, if you try to make him dance with the others ? He will freeze. He is not used to dancing and never cared enough to learn. For a long time, it had only been his mother and him, therefore he hasn't had the chance to make friends or open up enough to dance at parties. He likes watching though. Most of the time, he will stay with Five or Michael, the only ones to understand his predicament. Plus, he doesn't know or understand most of the songs you're playing. He tried to ask you what they meant, but most of the words you used to answer him only made him more confused. Love ? Hope ? Loss ? He doesn't understand them. However, he does understand grief and sorrow. Those are feeling he can relate with as he felt them when he lost his father. When a sad song comes in, he will pay more attention and feel a tug in his chest.

" My boy. You have to live your life as you intended. Don't let anyone tell you what you should or shouldn't feel. One day, the ones who bullied you and called you names will see how amazing you truly are."

The words of his father echo in his head as he listens to the music. He has nearly forgotten about his face, but his voice is still with him, advising him wherever he goes. He just never took the time to listen to him until now. He always thought that his mother was everything he needed, that she was the only one who loved him, but maybe was he wrong after all ? Maybe other people could accept him ?

*internal panic*

He knows how to dance, that's not the problem. It's just that it's been so long that he's afraid he's gotten a bit rusty. This is why you will most likely find him hidden in a corner, watching over you all. At this point, he is more likely to play the role of the quiet big brother who is making sure none of his siblings accidently hurt themselves or have too much to drink. However, if you really insist, he will try to enter the game and make a few tentative steps on the dance floor. But, dont expect too much of him. He is embarrassed enough as it is. However, he will help in the kitchen if you need to bake something of prepare some snacks for the slashers. Another thing to know about Michael, is that unlike Jason that doesn't mind raising his mask a little to eat or drink, Michael will prefer to wait until everybody is gone or asleep before letting himself do the same. He is very keen on his mask and doesn't want anyone to see him without it. So, maybe prepare a little space away from prying eyes for him to have intimacy ? As for the music, he doesn't mind. Everything is fine with him.

Unlike Penny, Pennywise is not that much of a dancer. Penny is a dancing clown, Pennywise is a grouchy clown. He would rather be sarcastic all evening than partaking in the fun. However, something that he is good at is inflating balloons. He will help organize the party and will try to entertain Penny as much as he can. Pennywise may not be a dancing clown, but he cares about Penny. Penny is the closest to family he has left, and even though he would never admit it, he would do anything for him. He is protective of him and if it meant making Penny happy ? He wouldn't mind playing the clown for a night.

" Stop looking at me like that. I'm not gonna dance. You can't make me. Invite Penny instead. He's far more excited to make a fool of himself than me.."

He would reply when you invite him to dance. He doesn't care about the songs, as long as they don't have any curses in them. He loves cursing, but he doesn't want Penny to follow his example. He wants him to keep the little innocence he has left.

(couldn't find a gif with Five, so imagine it's Five in the second gif.)

He will not dance. Not even if you beg him. He will be happy if you leave him alone with the drinks. He will mostly stay with Michael and drown his bad mood in alcool and most likely complain.

"Goddammit. Can't we have decent whiskey in here ?!"

However, if you really insist and he has enough alcool in his system ? He may follow you and make some moves on the dance floor. Maybe.

" I swear you all suck. It seems I'll have to step up to level the game. It's not because I'm having fun or I like any of you, it's just because you bunch of idiots can't differentiate good dancing and monkey dancing."

Five got many classes on how to be the perfect spy while being trained. Let's say that there were some more enjoyable classes than others. He knows how to dance as a result and will steal the dancefloor when given the chance.

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diavolosthots · 3 years

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Could you make a fic about Barbatos meeting his mc's strict religious parents? Idk if he would use his time travel power or not. I don't even know if he's allowed by Lord Diavolo. But that up to what you think

Idc if Solomon is left for this series i am completely and utterly done with this just FYI for anyone who suggests it.

Also! I remember in the game they said diavolo forbids him from using his powers and i have my own theories on that

Warning: religion

Who Has the Time? (BARBATOS X GN!READER)

“I won’t be able to stay long, (Y/N), you know that. Nothing can or will go wrong in the short time that I will be there.” And even that didn’t calm your nerves. Barbatos was probably one of the most well behaved demons, actually people in general, you will ever meet, but it still doesn’t change the fact that he is a demon. Diavolo didn’t even allow him to see into the future because “It will be fun, Barbatos! Just be yourself! And be back for dinner, please…” How is this fun, Diavolo, huh?! You were freaking out and what’s the point of having a time travelling demon boyfriend when he can’t even see into the future so you could prepare yourself for any possible outcomes?! If you weren’t sure Barbatos would fight you for this, you would’ve fought Diavolo right then and there. “That doesn’t give me peace of mind, Barbatos.” He only chuckled. Seriously, what could go wrong? What has he ever done that even remotely resembled bad manners?

“They’ll like me, (Y/N). If they won’t, I’ll simply never see them again.” Seriously he wouldn’t see an issue with it, either. Like, he’s dating you and not them and if they have an issue with him, well, that’s their problem. Barbatos is a very simple man and he doesn’t like to overcomplicate things, so he just doesn't. “I know… I just want everyone to get along. At least we’re meeting in a public place and we can leave whenever we want.” Truthfully, you hated dealing with your parents on most days and you hid most of your relationships from them because they were always so strict and “oh they aren’t God-like, (Y/N). You deserve better.” After hearing that for every person that you introduced to them, you just kind of gave up and dated quietly, understandably so.

“Is that them?” You decided to meet at a bar, weirdly enough. Your parents don’t drink a lot but they like the snacks they lay out so you figured this would be a nice ice breaker. Minimal amounts of alcohol and tasty snacks, why not? “Yes. That’s them.” they’re standing outside the bar, waving at you and you managed to smile and wave back, clutching Barbatos’ arm, which he offered so kindly, a little tighter, “okay… here goes nothing.” He’s smiling, as always. He’s also dressed as always, which you had advised him not to but he refused to change for your parents when he was just going back to the castle to work later on anyway, “Good evening Mr. and Mrs. (L/N). It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Barbatos beat you to the greeting and you silently cursed him for it but managed to smile too, “hey guys…. How are you? Do you wanna head inside?” The quicker you got inside, the quicker you could get this over with.

Both your mom and dad eyed him suspiciously. “Is there a reason you’re dressed like count Dracula?” Barbatos, bless his soul, was still smiling even at your dad’s somewhat insulting words, “Yes, as a matter of fact there is. My job requires it.” Your mom nodded, glancing at you and then shaking her head, “well, at least you have a job. That stands for something. Come on.” She led the way inside and your dad was about to get the door when Barbatos reached for it, “allow me, sir.” but instead of being impressed by Barbatos’ offer, your dad almost took offense to it. “Dad. Let’s go.” Thankfully you can tell by his body language that he was about to say something and Barbatos really didn’t deserve that so you just pushed everyone inside and joined your mother who had already found herself a seat at the bar. “So… tell me uhm… I don’t think I caught your name.” “Barbatos.” Your mother narrowed her eyes and so did you like dude, you couldn’t have come up with something else for the time being like Bob or something like that?

“Well… Barbatos…” the way she said it was almost venomous and you really hated her for that, “what is it that you do?” You held your hand up for the waiter because you needed a drink before any of this actually went down and I’m sure Barbatos would appreciate one too, “shots for everyone, please.” “oh no, I’ll just have a beer.” Leave it to your dad to kill your fun. He needs that shot, you know he does. “Well, I’m a sort of… nanny, if you will.” You laughed a little because yes, yes he is. Diavolo is a giant man child and Barbatos is the paid parent he never signed up to be; thus, Barbatos is a nanny. Perfect. “A nanny? Son, don’t you think you should have a more manly job? You don’t look weak or chronically ill or anything.” Barbatos is still smiling and you seriously wondered how, “please refrain from calling me ‘son’, sir. I’m not your son, nor am I a child, and it makes me rather uncomfortable.”

Your mom looked at you and shrugged softly, leaning in to whisper to you, “at least he can stand his ground and isn’t like some of the other wimps you brought home.” You glared back at her like, did she have to remind you of your past mistakes? Your dad nodded, surprisingly, “Well? Won’t you answer my question?” “I fear your question is embedded in some old school tradition I simply wish to take no part of. I am, in the simplest of terms, a nanny, a housekeeper, a cook, and a host on certain days and I assure you that there’s more to my job than meets the eye and is sure to measure my strength; however, I doubt you are simply concerned with my occupation and rather that there is something else. So tell me, Mr. (L/N), what is it that you actually mean to say?” Both you and your dad stared wide eyed at Barbatos because not only did he just call your dad out, he did so passive aggressively, and now he’s even downing his shot as if nothing ever happened?!

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Yes you do.” Was Barbatos using his powers? No… you doubted it. He’s probably just that good. “Fine. you are the man in this relationship and thus, you should be taking care of my (Y/N) financially and physically. You can’t do that by nannying little kids, which is supposed to be their future job.” “Says who?” Wow Barbatos really isn’t holding back here, “says the Lord.” Barbatos actually laughed for once before shrugging softly, “My Lord has said no such thing.” He’s being vague enough so that your parents don’t know what he’s talking about, or more so, whom he is referring to. “As a matter of fact, the Lord that I look up to encourages everyone to do as they please as long as no harm is done.” Well… somewhat correct, but yes Barbatos, go get them. You couldn’t help but smile at him because even though Barbatos is talking about Diavolo right now, this could also apply to their God. “Elaborate.”

And Barbatos did elaborate, and to your surprise, your dad and mom actually listened. Not once did Barbatos mention their or his actual faith but what he spoke of was interesting and entertaining and it was close enough to their version of the truth that they didn’t mind. “Very well… It seems you know the Lord very well.” You snorted. You didn’t doubt Barbatos met God at some point but you did doubt that it was in recent history. Whatever Barbatos had sold them though, they seemed to like and they actually ended up congratulating you on finding such a nice man.

“He still looks like Dracula, though, (Y/N).”

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Hello there! I've just found your blog and you do wonderful work. I hope that you're doing well and the Holidays were good to you.

If you're feeling up to it (please don't feel pressured if you don't), I was wondering if you were feeling up to writing a little flangst (angst to fluff) for a MC that sadly gets very nightmare prone the more stressed they are, but doesn't want to worry anyone, so they keep it to themselves and childishly opts instead to pull the 'I'll sleep when I'm dead tactic', only to fall asleep on one of the brothers (preferably Lucifer, but I'll leave it up to you)?

I hope you have a wonderful day today.

As someone who has constant and frequent vivid nightmares, I understand this struggle so much. Snuggling up to a demon boy would be the ultimate cure.

Sweet Dreams At Last (Lucifer x MC)

Warnings: Fluffy asf None!

Summary: Having been tasked with tons of work and the annoyance of the restless demon brother drama, MC ends up having nightmares and refusing sleep. A certain peacock boy notices and takes action to ease some stress.

Everything seemed to be happening all at once. Lord Diavolo had appointed you as the leader of a “fun” school event, the brothers kept arguing, and literally nothing was going the way you wanted. Regardless of what you did, it seemed like all of the realms were against you. To say that you were incredibly stressed with all of what was happening was in fact the understatement of the century.

Is this what Lucifer deals with on like, a daily basis?

To top all of the terrible things, each night when you were nestled all snug and cozy in your bed, you’d wake up with a shiver running down your spine as your brain began to play it’s annoying tricks on you during your sleep. Your worst fears come to life as you’re unable to do anything but sit back and watch.

The only quick fix that you knew of was to just avoid sleeping. No, it wasn’t practical or logical, but it was easier than dreading the moment you closed your eyes.

Lucifer was the first to notice you weren’t doing well. He could practically feel the tension and stress dripping off of you. This was every day for him. If anyone is going to understand, it would be him. Of course you weren’t acting like your usual self. With the constant fear of falling asleep and slipping back into your terrifying mind, you were visibly more drained, sluggish, and perhaps a bit more snappy than he would like. He knew better than to bring it up in front of his brothers, so he waited, keeping a watchful eye from a distance.

Sitting at the table for breakfast you could feel the lack of sleep starting to fog your mind. Your eyes and whole body heavy with sleep. Hardly having the energy to eat, all you could do was prop your head up with your hand, trying desperately to keep yourself awake. The occasional slip of your head luckily went unnoticed as the brothers continued to argue over whatever it was they were fighting over this time. It took too much energy to try to keep a steady focus on their complaints. Soon it would all be over, and all you had left to do was make it through the day at RAD.

Stopping you before you had strayed too far from the table after breakfast, he spoke quietly. “MC, will you come to my room with me please?”

With a low energy nod, you could feel your chest tighten with mild panic. Lucifer? Speaking to you this early? What could have gotten you in trouble this time? Are you not wearing the RAD uniform correctly? Were you failing a class? Was it about the event that Diavolo insisted that you plan?

Upon entering his room, it was warm, and dimly lit. His bed looked so comfy. So tempting. Oh what it would be like to curl up and recover sleep in such a large cozy bed.

But you were quickly snapped back to reality after hearing Lucifer call your name. Turning to face the first born, you suppress a yawn, trying to keep up the facade that you weren’t actually tired, when every bone in your body was screaming at you that you needed to sleep.

“Is there something you would like to tell me?” He questioned, waiting for you to relax in his presence. His voice was calm, soft, understanding even. It may be rare for him to show it, but he genuinely cares about you and your health.

You were quiet. What are you supposed to tell him? So many things ran through your head.

“You haven’t been sleeping properly, correct?” Lucifer inquired, taking a seat on the couch in his room, coaxing for you to join him.

Joining him, you hesitated, but finally gave in to his curious gaze.

“I keep having nightmares. I don’t know how you do it, Lucifer. The stress from Lord Diavolo asking me to prepare the event for RAD with all of the schoolwork on top of that, and your brothers arguing over absolutely everything is just so tiring. I haven’t been this stressed out since I got here. Then I started getting nightmares so I just stopped sleeping. I’m sor-”

“No need to apologize, MC. You have nothing to be sorry for.” Lucifer’s interruption caught you a bit off guard, but looking up into his dark crimson eyes you could tell he meant it. He was listening, and he was aware that you needed help.

“I brought you here to let you relax. I told Lord Diavolo to overlook your absence at RAD for today. My brothers will be away for the time being, and there is a curse placed on the door so you will not be able to hear their return.” Lucifer stood, heading over to the vintage vinyl player he had in his room to put on some of his soothing classical music.

“As for your nightmares,” He paused, handing you a cup of warm tea, “I advise that you drink this. It should prevent you from having any, and will ensure that you will sleep peacefully.”

You were speechless aside from the soft “thank you” that made it’s way past your lips. This was strange, especially for Lucifer. You had never seen him so generous, so caring, so willing to tend to your needs. It was a new side to him that you were happy to see. He wasn’t just the uptight and strict demon that he always portrayed. There is indeed a heart in his chest.

Lucifer took the opportunity to sit next to you after handing you a soft blanket. Both taking the chance to make small talk until you dozed off. Things were peaceful. The Avatar of Pride letting his guard down, telling you little stories about his life over the years. Doing his best to keep you relaxed and ease your mind from the stress you kept dwelling on.

You were beginning to feel the tea working it’s magic. The soft music lulling you to sleep as the fireplace kept you cozy. It was almost too perfect. Like some sort of fairytale.

Unbeknownst to you, your head had found its way onto Lucifer’s shoulder. But he didn’t move. Instead, he simply rested his head against yours. He had the same peace and quiet that you had, so he was going to make use of it.

As he began to doze off, he clung to the hope that when he opened his eyes, this tender moment wouldn’t just be a dream he got lost in. He hoped that you would still be snuggled up peacefully with him, feeling relaxed, comforted, and well rested.

“Sweet dreams, MC.”

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