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lottiebagley · 3 years

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Snow covered courtyards- Oliver Wood

When he'd asked her to the ball he'd been certain she would say no. They'd been friends for a while but never particularly close, simply in the same year and house and therefore knew each other through mutual friends.

He'd always thought she was kind of unattainable, she seemed to always look perfect, she was smart and funny and kind and top of her classes. He never knew why but she always avoided Oliver a little, he spent nights laid in bed listening to Percy's snoring and racking his brains for any reason she might avoid him, an insult from years ago, a history between him and one of her friends but nothing quite came to mind.

It wasn't until a few weeks before the ball that he realised that maybe the reason she avoided him was because she wasn't quite as unattainable as he'd thought. He'd laughed at first when his best friend shrugged that she probably just had a crush on him, mouthful of cereal and a slightly bemused look on his face.

After that conversation he slowly allowed his brain to convince himself she just might like him back. After all why else would she blush when he catches her eye? why would she go to every quidditch game no matter how awful the weather? why would she giggle a little with her friends when he passes?

And so, Oliver Wood let a little spark of hope light in his heart and he began to plan how he would ask her to the ball.

He thought about asking her after they won a quidditch match when he was high on adrenaline but he didn't like the idea of being muddy and sweaty and with the fucking Weasley twins, their relentless teasing playing in his mind before it even happened.

Next he thought about making some production out of it in the great hall like he'd seen a few other people do, but he knew she'd hate being the centre of the entire school's attention.

He contemplated asking her at a party, figuring some liquid courage might make the prospect of asking his dream girl on a date a little easier, but didn't want her to think it was some drunk decision.

He settled on approaching her with a bouquet of flowers and just asking it, after all, he knew he was a good looking guy and most people found him charming if not a little intense. What he didn't think about though was that most people didn't make his heart beat too fast, his hands go clammy, and his words come out a stuttering mess.

Oliver announced to his friends one morning that today was the day he'd ask her out, they'd grinned widely, given him a pep talk, mocked him a little for his nerves and sent him on his way and Oliver had every intention to ask her out.

It was then that Oliver learnt the age old lesson.

Girls travel in packs.

No matter how hard he tried she was surrounded. Between classes, at meals, in the common room, christ even on her way to the bathroom. Whenever he saw her she'd have a gaggle of girls with her all of which would eye him with curiosity and smirks when he attempted to approach.

It took Oliver a further three days of attempting to catch her alone, his friends seeming to find the entire situation funnier by the hour, before it had happened. He'd caught a glimpse of her with Cedric.

Oliver Wood hated Cedric Diggory, hated that he was so often compared to him, hated that he had swoopy hair that made girls swoon, hated that he too was a good quidditch player. His newest reason though to despise the boy who showed him nothing but kindness was that he didn't clam up around her. He talked to her with ease and made her laugh.

If he'd done a little digging, Oliver would have easily found Cedric was a family friend and she viewed him like a brother. Through exasperated mutual friends sick of both their pining he'd have probably also learnt she had a massive crush on Oliver and had turned down multiple boys in the hopes Oliver would ask her to the ball.

He didn't dig though. Instead he scowled in the direction of Cedric and her, they were laughing by the quidditch pitch as the Hufflepuff practice ended and the Gryffindor's arrived for their own. She had been on her way to the greenhouses to grab a book she'd accidentally left there when Cedric had jogged over, unknown to Oliver actually asking if the Gryffindor had plucked up the nerve to ask her out. She had brushed her friend off, thinking it would be a miracle for Oliver Wood to fancy her back.

"Hurry up Wood, she's a good one, she'll get swept up all too soon," Fred smirks as he passes Oliver on his way into the changing rooms.

And with Fred's words in his mind Oliver grabs the bouquet of flowers from the office and marches towards her, Cedric spotting him coming and quickly taking his leave.

"Hi," He calls, cursing himself for not thinking to say her name when she doesn't even turn around, not used to him approaching her, "Hi-Y/N,"

She turns then, still clad in her uniform, hair blowing in the light wind and a small smile on her face.

"Oliver-uh-hey," She blushes a little as she falls over her words

"You're a really hard girl to get on her own," He comments. Fucking christ why does he sound like a stalker? The question spins in his mind but she seems to not think anything of the comment, instead blushing a little

"Oh- my friends and I are kinda inseperable," She shrugs lightly, not wanting an awkward silence so instead opting to ramble "They only aren't here now cause they are busy. Meg's at detention, Ali's with her boyfriend and Katie's tutoring some second year in potions. I'd have waited for one of them to be with me because honestly I kind of hate walking alone- not cause I'm weird or un-independent or any thing, I just, well I get a little anxious and feel like people are staring at me and-" She silences herself, suddenly coming to her senses and realising how crazy she's making herself sound. "Sorry,"

"Don't be. I think it's cute when you ramble," He admits, blushing as red as his quidditch robes when he realises what he's said.

"Did you need something or have I just embarrassed myself over a polite hello?" She questions, he chuckles a little making her feel mildly less uncomfortable.

"I was actually wondering if you wanted to go to the ball?" He questions. He feels a weight off his shoulder's once the question has been asked. Like suddenly even if she says no at least he could tell himself he tried.

"With you?" She questions, she realises she probably sounds more idiotic by the second but can't quite convince herself to believe her long term crush would actually ask her out.

"Uh-yeah," He's taken aback by the question and feels stupid for even thinking she'd consider it and suddenly the even if she says no bullshit is just that, because shit if the girl in front of him with wide eyes and a nervous smile doesn't say yes he thinks his heart might break in his chest.

"Like a date?"

"I was hoping,"

"I'd love that,"

Oliver feels like the luckiest person on earth. Watching as she blushes a little, but her smile is wide and god if he doesn't want to kiss her right there.

"Great,"

"Good,"

"Cool,"

"Yeah,"

Neither of them is quite sure what comes next and the interaction seems to run even more awkward. "You'll pick her up!" Oliver rolls his eyes at the sound of George Weasley, although thankful for the prompt, she blushes, peering behind him to see the entire Gryffindor quidditch team watching them.

"I'll pick you up," He confirms

"Right," She nods

"At 7? Outside your dorm?"

"Sounds good,"

"Okay," He grins brightly, still thinking this entire thing is his mind playing some cruel tricks on him.

"So you should go, your team awaits," She reminds, he nods, partly wanting the interaction over before he can make even more of a fool out of himself or ruin something before it even has a chance to start and partly wanting to live in this moment of pure joy for the rest of his life.

"Right, so I'll uh- see you at the ball- and- uhm- around before obviously," He stutters a little

"Great, I'll see you in both those places," She confirms, realising only after she's spoken how idiotic she sounds.

"The flowers Wood! Christ you're bad at this!" Fred shouts

"Always thought he had game," Harry comments

"We all did kid," George agrees.

"Sorry about them," Oliver apologises

"It's okay," She smiles gently, waiting patiently as he stands staring wondering why her eyes are flickering from him, to his team to his hands and-

"Oh right, these are for you," He confirms, passing the bouquet over and grinning when she blushes a little

"Thanks Oli,"

"Any time," He nods

When she pulls open her dorm door Oliver is certain time stops.

She looks like an angel, her makeup perfect, hair flowing in curls with a small section pinned back as to see her face clearly, Oliver is certain nothing else has ever looked as beautiful. She's dressed in a golden gown that shimmers in the light and makes her look like a princess.

"You- I mean- it- you look beautiful," He stammers over his words and his face goes redder by the second but she smiles at him

"Thank you Oli," She smiles up at him and when their eyes meet both of them feel their hearts hammering in their chests.

"You ready?" He questions, she nods, smiling when he grabs her arm in his and they walk together to the hall.

The hall looks like something out of a fairytale. Seeming to glow an ice white, lined with glittering trees and a glance at the ceiling showing a sky full of stars that gleamed in the air.

"You want to dance?" Oliver questions, eyes falling to the already slightly crowded dance floor, the students dancing to the waltz that plays.

"Think you might loose a foot if we try," She admits, glancing at the girls who swirl around the floor effortlessly and feeling a little self conscious she can't do the same.

"It'd be worth it," He grins, pulling her along with him.

"Hey Oli?"

"Yeah?" He questions as they come to the edge of the dance floor

"These heels are really high. Please don't let me fall,"

"I've got you," He assures, smiling when he notices her physically loosen the panic in her eyes dissipating.

It takes them a few stumbles and a couple of toe treads but eventually they pick up the dance. He watches with a grin as she stares at her feet in focus and with time, and a few glasses of the punch Fred and George spiked, she relaxes, feeling at ease in his arms and becoming more comfortable with the slightly confusing dancing.

Oliver whispers commentary about the ball that makes her laugh and he loves the way she talks with such excitement that he can't help but follow along with every word. He's pretty sure in that moment he could die happy and she's almost certain this is the best night of her life.

As the minutes tick into hours they become more and more comfortable with each other, sure there's still an awkward teenagers with crushes layer to the conversation, but they learn they have a lot in common and find it easy to make small talk that they both actually enjoy.

"Do you wanna go get some air?" She questions at around 11, the dancing has changed from formal waltzing to jumping around to the band who'd been hired for the event and they were both hot and a little sticky from the crowd.

He nods in confirmation and smiles to himself when she immediately takes his hand in hers to pull him along behind her, she seems to have no idea he'd follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked.

She takes him to a small moonlit, snow covered, empty courtyard.

"Anyone would think you wanted to get me alone," He teases lightly, she blushes a little but playfully shoves him

"Maybe I did," She shrugs, he grins cockily "Or maybe it was a little crowded in there and I'm a polite date who didn't want to just abandon you," She isn't quite sure where her newfound confidence around Oliver is coming from

"I'm going to go with the first option," He grins, she laughs a little before shivering at the cold December breeze that wraps around them. He's quick to shrug of his black formal jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders and blushing when she leans up to press a kiss to his cheek in thanks.

"You wanna dance?" She questions, he laughs a little at the idea of leaving a ball to go and dance but nods.

Her arms wrap around his neck as his circle her waist, he hums gently and she smiles a she glances up at him. Oliver Wood looks like a god in the moonlight and she thanks her lucky stars that it's her who got to be in that moment with him.

They dance slowly, eventually pulling each other closer. She laughs when he twirls her under his arm and he grins when her hands begin to brush through the ends of his hair.

"Tell me something," She speaks quietly, his arms pulling her even closer.

"What do you wanna know?"

"Anything about you," She decides, he takes a deep breath, figuring now's probably the best moment he'll ever get to tell her this.

"I've had a crush on you since first year,"

"You have?" She sounds shocked and he can't help but laugh at the idea of her not realising he's practically head over heels for her

"I have," He confirms with a grin

"Why'd you never say anything?" She questions. Her heart feels like it's beating a million miles a minute and she's almost certain he can feel it

"You kinda avoided me," he shrugs

"Yeah I did," She laughs

"Why'd you do that?"

"I was scared to make a fool out of myself," She admits

"Yeah I get that," He nods

"You do? You always seem so- I don't know- at ease,"

"Around everyone but you I kinda am," He shrugs, she blushes a little at that. "You wanna know something else?" He questions.

They're still swaying a little but there's not much movement at their feet, instead the entire thing looks like a loving embrace and she figured to an extent it kind of was.

"Sure,"

"All night I've thinking about if I were to try and kiss you. If you'd kiss back or you'd pull away and laugh in my face and I'd have made a fool of myself," His words leave her breathless and his charming grin only makes it better

"There's only one way to know for sure," She whispers.

His lips crash to hers in the moonlit courtyard, the snow falling around them. It's slow and gentle. Holding years of emotion and there's no need to rush, in that moment they both know they have forever to hold each other this close. It's a little toothy from both their wide grins but as his hands cup her cheeks she's sure nothing has ever been as perfect as this moment and the boy she's sharing it with.

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valentinesparda · 3 years

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oliver isn't really special when compared to other characters john interacts with; they know magic, they do occult stuff, yadda yadda. the things that make oli special, i like to think, are:

they run an occult shop singlehandedly that is just full of various spell and hex items, protection tattoos, anything you need for whatever youre doing, but always for a price; sometimes it's memories, sometimes other things. most of the time it's a little bit of everything

they're functionally immortal (actually cursed) and can't really be killed. most of their magical ability comes from, yes, learning the craft, but mainly from using their own body as a host for things to save people and transfer them back where they need to be. normally leaves an imprint on them that they can't shake

not a demon, not a human, not an angel, not really sure what they are and at this point don't care. their magical imprint (and the tags they've gained as a host to basically everything ever at this point) is actually vastly strong and obnoxious to be around, even a little nauseating and uncomfortable to most people

"i don't remember how i got this but i know i was there because i remember meeting *blank historical figure*"

don't seek out opportunities to save people or be involved in things unless absolutely necessary - or if they're cool, like hell yeah they'll get involved if it's having to do with certain creatures but god no they're not going to go out of their way to seek it out

they know they're dangerous, they know they're a magnet, that's why they surround themself with protection spells and other trinkets and garbage in their shop, because they're also normally strong enough to deal with whatever comes their way, almost to the extent where it's too easy for them and they're bored with it

so they use their abilities to provide the things people need that they can't get, and this involves blessings and curses, as well as various....organic materials used in magic

way overpowered but i don't care because I'm here to have fun

#val.txt #si: oliver

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endexe · 3 years

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Whew, okay, uh, ya star child, Mori, here whipped out a fucking long ass essay just regarding to the things I realized while writing Zero and how much Zero means to me, especially on the personal level. Some heavy areas are to be touched as warned ahead in the sixth paragraph, but I promise I’m okay! I simply have a lot of thoughts and emotions whirling around in me that I need to place somewhere! But to summarize: Thank you all so, so, so much for loving Zero Orez, my one and only bestest foolish glitch child, and for giving me the safe and gentle space where I can be at my most joy and comfort having him here. <3

So the concept of Zero was created this month on April’s Fool, which is the second most ironic thing to happen with him ( the first is honestly the fact that within the same month, Zero have interacted with five muses who share the same faceclaim as him, like lmfao poor Zero, he’s just not having it --- shoutout to Mercy ( maskeraide ), River ( wxrldkiller ), Oli ( teletropic ), Vi ( heartbetween ), and Grace ( evermxre ) for having me so delighted and entertained by this concept, it makes my experiences writing with Zero so much more fun ). I created him for this episodic novel series Let There Be with Noble and Grim, the angel and demon respectively, who are private investigators. I had the concept of how there would be eldritch monsters trying to take over Earth by using the elements of the horror genre, which created mundane appearing but still supernatural linked cases that Noble and Grim had to solve when no other ordinary humans could, and the monsters were linked to their respective tarot card. Zero was considered to be the Fool.

I was excited to make Zero be a side character of the novel, the foolish and childish character who would constantly help and betray both sides of the series, one side being Noble and Grim, and another the Arcane. But I didn’t know what more to expect from him. I was reading the tag within the post I made in Noble’s and Grim’s blog that was the NPC introduction of Zero. It’s so funny that I said I didn’t know if I’d end up writing him on here because I thought Noble and Grim, my impossible lights, would end up taking all of the muse from him. BUT IN THE END... They were the ones who I set up the indefinite hiatus note few days ago while Zero’s still thriving, and I find that so bizarre because I thought Noble and Grim were the ONES who I’d always have the muse for. You know how you’d have that thing where you’d expect something to happen with your muse, but they would do the exact opposite as you least expected? Zero’s like that ALWAYS, but the fact he pulled the UNO reverse card on my impossible lights? Truly wild and now here I am, writing him for almost a month!

And... creating him, writing him is the BEST choice I had ever made in my entire life. Yes, Noble and Grim had helped me a lot, especially I do face a lot of struggles when it comes to the matters of hope and despair, what Noble and Grim embody of respectively but Zero eventually become so many things to me. The vent character, the comfort character, the character who I can channel my childish and curious energy into when I was rarely given the chance to let them out in the real world when I was younger, the character who is a learner but as slow and easily frustrated as me and a lover of life like me despite everything / anything. I realize also that I have so much fun and easier times writing him than I had with Noble and Grim, I won’t lie about this. Noble’s and Grim’s aesthetic and energy seem to attract more of an urge to write a bit more purple prosey with a hint of seriousness to it, and... it was so time and energy consuming to write them with these expectations I had on myself. And for some reason, I sometimes had trouble plotting with them, maybe because, again, I felt like they had to be these serious characters having to be put in serious situations. Few of the things I love about Zero is he have bare limits to his character as he can be anything and anyone I want him to be. He has about everything that I can use to develop and have fun with. I love how ultimately, Zero is ever unbound to labels and he is ever changing.

I’m just amazed realizing how many writings and developments I have done with Zero within a month than I had with those two, but that’s because with Zero? He is truly... all over the place. He is so messy, chaotic, flawed, but also, he is loud and open and FREE. Having to get into his energy makes me feel my most self where I can be too loud and loving, and not care too much about how I write and format my posts, unlike with Noble and Grim. He makes me so so SO happy and comfortable, and there is a lot of times I’d think about him and sometimes with my friends’ muses, and it’s a lot more than I had thought of Noble and Grim. The love I have for Zero is endless and beyond, always. He reminds me that original characters are so fucking important when they can be anything and anyone you want them to be, and as long as it’s nothing of harm to others and yourself, whoever and whatever they are, they are more than good enough when they provide you so much joy and comfort.

[ trigger warning: mentions of ( child ) abuse and traumas ] Zero have... about about everything I’ve ever loved in general from my interests to tropes ( adorkable, the fool, fourth wall breaking, etcetera ) to my love of aesthetics ( such as glitchcore / cybercore / kidcore / weirdcore ), and so many more. As well as he have learning disability, hypersexuality, tendency to be so distracted and forgettable like me. Along with he does these things that I do as stimming like he’d just rock or always love to touch blankets that have very soft materials. As well as he have experienced so many traumas that resulted him having so much trouble remembering and wanting to be childish as hating to be responsible, which is what I have. I don’t remember anything of my childhood or honestly, majority of my life but traumas. I don’t remember much of what I did yesterday. I don’t even remember if I had breakfast yesterday or what I ate if I did because I had been through so much mainly involving abuse from my own mother, still do unfortunately as I live with her, that makes my brain shut down, which also makes me have so much trouble being in deep thoughts when my brain is just. Numb. When I’m going to be more real here, despite how I appear online here, I do have trouble experiencing and expressing much emotions because, again, of the traumas I have dealt with for so long.

From all of these things I had gone through in life, I have dealt a lot with these concepts of who I am, what I am, like Zero does, and having him, I eventually realize how extremely important he is to me, so much more than any characters I ever created. He is my biggest coping mechanism and my gentlest reminder that it’s never too late to be... free. Just enjoy everything that I’m so fortunate to get from life. Draw clumsily, listen to music loudly, love too much and just let my heart be louder than the thunderstorms and crashing sea waves combined. Just be free and happy, despite everything, anything. I said before with Noble and Grim that I hadn’t been this happy before writing them, but I was so wrong. With Zero, I am so much more happier than I could ever be, and there are so many people on here who I am beyond lucky and grateful to be friends with who let me have him with no judgement like over how ridiculously overpowered he is or how much I self projected myself into him. And all of the connections Zero made on here so far are very touching and wonderful. I didn’t know what to really expect when I decided to give Zero his own blog, but having him for a month, this decision brought me so many beautiful things that I will always cherish.

I also wanna give a quick shoutout to River for. Fuck, everything. They’re truly the biggest reason why I decided to keep writing Zero and even make me love him more. They had made me talk about so many things with Zero I probably would’ve never thought, or wouldn’t have thought about so soon. I always extremely enjoy everything River and I would go over about together, and... literally, River, if you see this, know that you’re truly a wonder to have. I am so beyond thankful to have you as, honestly, already my close friend. Thank you so much for giving me that extra push to keep Zero and one of the most meaningful reasons why Zero still exist today, and for being just an amazing friend.

Just thank you all so much, to those we had known each other from the other blog and those we just became mutuals, for giving me and Zero a chance to be a bit more free and happier at least when our life won’t let us have that so often. Just thank you, thank you, thank you.

#* ❪⠀ 📺⠀❫ : 𝚎𝚙𝚜1.2:outofcharacter.𝚝𝚊𝚐 //#( I'm not expecting anyone to read it I just. again I had so many thoughts and feelings on this that I had no where to put but here )#( but again and again thank you everyone for this <3 )

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puddingslittlejournal · 4 years

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Stuff about me and this blog, I guess...

I decided to do here the same fixed post/bio info/DNI I did on my sibling sideblog.

Who am I?

I'm Puddin, or Angel. I'm 25 years old when Big. I'm a Genderflux person & my pronouns and forms of address are (they/them, he/him or fae/faer, Mx., sibling/sib, etc)! I'm also oriented aro-ace. My smol age ranges from 7 to 10 years old. I've been age dreaming much more than regressing for some time now, but I still consider myself a regressor (and also a dreamer).

I'm ADHDer & have generalized anxiety & specially strong social anxiety. I also have chronic pain due to fibromyalgia and C-PTSD & I dream and regress to cope with all this!

My special interests are reading, coloring & music!!! I love symphonic metal & power metal, and I think there's no place with better music than Finland! I love musical theatre & Les Mis is my favorite musical!

Recently I discovered podcasts and audio-dramas so I'm hyperfixating hard on The Magnus Archives, and other spooky, thriller and mystery audio-dramas.

You can also find me on:

My sibling sideblog @bigsibpudding where I welcome all smol ones, as long as you're not k!nk!

And my activities sideblog @puddings-little-coloring-book where I post and share coloring pages, worksheets, puzzles & activities for printing that I find on the internet!

Do not interact if:

n/sfw, k!nk, c/gl, d/d/lg, d/d/lb, m/m/lg, m/m/lb

4bdl, m4p, nom4p, p3do, s/hota, l/oli

th!nspo, pro 4ana, pro m!a, etc

g0re, depression blogs*, self h4rm, su!cide, etc

racist people, 4nti LGBTQ+, enby and/or aspect exclusionist, tr4nsmed, 4nti CGLRE & meanies in general

* I have nothing against people who use tumblr as a mean to vent about their experience with depression and mental health, but this kind of content usually triggers me and I've been working hard to accept that my mental health is also important so I try to keep myself from having contact with content that can be harmful for me.

Kiddos who are part of a system are as welcome as regressors and dreamers! We do not discriminate here!!!!!!!!

Warning:

I don't belong to any specific community, but I won't accept people who discriminate against the CGLRE community in my blog. I understand people who might have bad experiences and trauma associated with certain terms used by this community, and I think it's their prerogative to not interact with members of said community for the sake of their wellbeing and mental health, but in no way shape or form I'll ever accept people comparing this community with k!nk.

Like I said, I don't belong to said community, but I don't forbid their interactions so if you don't want to see CGLRE interaction/content you might want to be careful here because I interact/follow/reblog with/from quite a few people who do belong in this community!

#about me

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franklyshipping · 3 years

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Ah yes New Years fic is definitely a classic. I remember this was the one i read through thouroughly first time. I was able to remember once i read the first sentence of each one.

The host/marvin/iplier/jackie one was always my personal favorite. I love how they're all goofy like real couples. The villianous trait between marvin and jackie you can tell they do regularly (i mean when your hubby is a hero how can you not?). Meanwhile dr. Iplier and Host are the "grown-ups" and iplier is giving him puppy eyes, all the while host trying not to laugh is so cute. I mean when you see someone make a face when you're trying to be serious is incredibly hard! Not to mention the tickling at the same time trope i adore cause it's just all fun.

And then giving love to robbie is just so wholesome. I love how you're able to show the reader different types of love. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a valentine's day fic, but instead of romance it's the other kinds like familial, platonic, and self love. It was a nice lesson for robbie that you can't run out of love and then him getting tickles and attention cause he's a cute lil bab! And iplier being slightly envious everyone can fall asleep, tis the curse of the doctor.

Personally the angel stories are the least memorial for me. Not that that'a a bad thing, you write them well but since i personally don't have a connection to the characters makes it hard to remember. Meanwhile someone else might be able to rewrite it word for word! Tis a curse for the lesser known egos. I love how you try to include everyone (*cough* except Silver and Ed and King of the Squirrels *cough* (no but in all seriousness I understand, i remember in an ask you said before you just didn't know how to write them, that is until more people took the roles of them and gave them their own personalities especially back then, i just wanted to poke fun))

I believe the googles were next along with crank/blank. Again i love the brotherly bond of the googles. I love how spoiled oli acts woth blank as they watch his brothers before quickly getting their medicine. Green and Red teasing his brother the best way they know how while bkue handles blank himself, not wanting to overwhelm him since Oli can definitely take two androids. I love how their babied and tickled and teased to no end to their limits. Again like i mentioned with eric, brothers just like to roughhouse until someone calls uncle, and good brothers check in afterwards to make sure they're alright. For someone who doesn't have siblings, you write them well. I also like how you refrain from the "hello big brother" trope. Never in my life have i ever called my brother by "brother". They're basically a person you're forced to live with XD

Oh geez, i think it was bing and the jims next. I always love the trope of "you eat it, now you pay" and how the jims just went rabid on Bing for having a snack that he didn't even need! It's hilarious all and all and I think that was the debut of the jim twins in your writing. And what a wonderful debut it was (unless it wasn't then-). I love their synchronicity, not to mention bing being a goofball.

Ah and walter and Yandere were next. I remember this one well since I know this was Yandere's debut. I'm so glad they're getting more attention now but back then getting an ego story you rarely see was a treat (look i was still too shy to ask let alone request anything cause i looked up to you and i still do). I love Walter and Yan's relationship, whether it was intended to be romantic or platonic. I still think there are times Yandere hangs out with Walter when they're away since yes the egos may understand them now, but walter is the one who truly understands. I can see yandere venting on their plans for their senpai, maybe venting to him when they had two senpais depending on the universe. Maybe mentioning how they wanna make their senpai happy and loved. Ah I'm getting carried away. You know what i also love on the same level of seeing a fic of a rare character? Seeing them tickled! Yes nowadays Yandere is a ler but i always love lers getting their medicine! I'd love to see yandere more on either sides whether the ler or the lee along with other egos. And not to mention walter, nowadays he's somewhat forgotten. Honestly I forgot until I remembered your christmas fic with him. So that's why I'd love to see him back! Maybe more brotherly bonding with Wilf. Or maybe he and wilf prank dark by looking exactly alike and dark having to guess who is who!

Lets see, the four, robbie, the angels, googles, bing and the jims, yandere and walt, i think the next one was Bim and Wilf. Sorry if i miss any, i didn't think about writing on notes and then copy and pasting it all here and i can't copy all my paragraphs here since it only will make me copy one paragraph and i do NOT want to lose all this!

Anyways bim and wilf. Sometimes we forget they bim has a super busy life, maybe more than dark. Hyperfixation definitely gets the better half of me and this ties back to weaknesses. Wilf trying to get bim out and wilf getting upset until bim realizes what he's doing an apologizes. Again you're only done and you want to get it done but turns out you're still working hours later but you're so close! I do love how bim regains a playful spirit and tickles Wilf playfully, definitely getting some of dom vibes from dark. How he can lower his voice and be the boss of things. I forget bim isn't always so sweet and kind (aka the tea story).

And classic Dark and Anti what else can I say. The classic both evil characters being shipped together except Anti getting the high ground this time. It's always a treat to see lee dark and who else would know his spots than an evil counterpart of another person. After all if mark didn't make those creepy vids we probably wouldn't have Dark, and Dark was the inspiration for dark egos. Since it's near the end my memory is a little foggy but when these two are together you know it's gonna be chaos. And Lee Dark is just so nice to see, it's like revenge!

And alas, Damien and William. I always did love how the roles were switched from Dark being ler and Damien being a cute lee. How could you not tickle him? I love how it brings out that childish playfullness as if they did know each other for a long time! There is just something so innocent about that that I adore. I don't know if it would be possible, but I'd love more fics of damien and the colonel interactions, maybe with other egos? If not i understand!

Oof this was a big one, but not nearly as big as 2018 christmas. I might go read other fics of yours first before delving into that beast. Maybe start at the end since the first few up to the santa one i have a pretty good memory on!

*Wraps up in blankets and happily squeals with joy bECAUSE THIS IS THE LOVELIEST EVER AAAAAEEEEEEEE THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOOOUUU*

YOU'RE SO AMAZING. SO AWESOME. SO JAZZY. SO FABULOUS. SO KIND. IWANT TO GIVE YOU A MASSIVE CAKE AND LOADS OF PUPPIES TIGHT NOW 😱😱💜💜

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Chiaroscuro: Aurora, Chapter 5

Warnings: Talk of battle, friendly (mostly) verbal sparring, Johannes and Till being themselves, smooches

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The hall seems to have shrunk—it’s full of huge fae, wild bouncing grim, and all of your loves. You look around, momentarily stunned by the sheer number and magnitude of people whom you are now surrounded by.

“Friends, and my loves, good morning!” Jonas booms, smiling despite the situation. He comes over and distributes kisses to you, Johannes, and Papa. “I hope you’re all hungry, breakfast should be arriving soon.”

“Great, we’re starving!” Erik says cheerfully, and your stomach echoes his words.

Erik and Dave swoop in, bowing low before you and kissing your hands, and you giggle despite yourself. “Are you guys always this...energetic?” you ask, still laughing.

“No idea what you mean, my lady, we’re just a bunch of grim,” Erik replies with a wink as servants enter and begin setting up a buffet.

Jona, Crash, and Jimmy all greet you as well before heading for the buffet, where the Rammstein members are already hovering. You see them giving you looks, and you swallow as you realize that Till must have told them what you are. They don’t look hostile...but they do look cautious, even as Richard winks at you. You flush faintly, which turns to a deep blush as Till discreetly flicks his tongue at you when you catch his eye.

“Jesus,” you whisper to yourself, lowering your eyes.

“I don’t think you’ll find him hanging ‘round these parts, precious,” Special murmurs in your ear, and you laugh. “Ahh, that’s more like it.”

You smile at him, and lean up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you. He’s um... he’s very...well, you get it.”

He smiles softly in return, reaching out and running the backs of his fingers down your cheek. “I do get it. Don’t worry, I’ll always bring you back.”

You hear a crash and jump, looking over and bringing your energy to the ready, but you breathe a sigh of relief as you see it’s just Fire and Erik, starting a friendly wrestling match. “Boys. Maybe wait until after breakfast?” you say, heart pounding.

Fire and Erik shoot you a sheepish look, and stop, but soon they are nudging each other and snorting. Oli stares at them for a long moment. “Ought to save that energy for the angels. You’ll need it.”

Fire rolls his eyes. “Look, the tree has spoken.”

“We have energy to spare, Oliver,” Erik mutters, but there is no rise out of Oli at all, and barely even a blink. You’re surprised, watching the tallest man in a room full of tall men—he’s even more calm than Air.

While Fire grumbles at Oli, “People like you aren’t fun to poke at!” you find your attention drifting a little as you study the different men around you, comparing and contrasting heights, attitudes, laughs… Everyone is so different, you think to yourself, watching how they interact with each other, watching Richard flirt with a kitchen lady, watching Erik and Fire horsing around. But they came here for similar causes, and that thought makes you smile.

An arm snakes around your hips, bringing you back to yourself. “Where’d you go, love?” Henrik gently moves you along, hands you a plate, encourages you to fill it up.

“Just...just thinking how all these different people have come together... funny how horrible things can do that...”

Henrik smiles faintly. “That’s why I never really understood disaster movies where everyone turns on each other. People aren’t really like that. There’s some assholes, sure, but mostly? Everyone bands together in tragedy.” He kisses your temple. You lean in to him, humming a little. “Now, come on, love, fill that plate. You need to eat.”

Gradually, everyone gets their food and finds places at the huge table, and it’s eating and small talk for quite some time.

Till had wanted to sit right across from you—he’s been enjoying watching you turn colors. But Erik beats him to the seat, and the grim winks to the taller man, who scowls and stomps off down the table. You flush faintly as Erik grins to you and waves cheekily, and you hear Johannes and Papa on either side of you laughing into their hands.

Jona whacks Erik upside the head. “Smooth move, knucklehead, pissing off a fae.”

“Enh, he’s fine,” Erik says, casting a quick glance—that’s only the barest glimmer of nervous—down the table. “See, he’s stuffing his face and grunting at his kin. All’s good.” He smiles at you again. “Besides, with this many lovers, everyone’s got to take turns, right?”

You blaze crimson. “S-Since when are you all my lovers too?!”

Erik laughs as Johannes and Papa snicker into their breakfast. “Well, not yet. But give it some time.”

Given a lack of other places to hide, you simply stand up and power walk down to the buffet for another glass of orange juice.

Jonas, chuckling, rises at his spot at the head of the table. “Let’s get down to business, shall we? Where do we stand with the border patrols?”

Tim leans back and starts his report as you sit back down, John chiming in where necessary.

“Everything has been quiet so far,” Tim finishes, and it seems like he would have said more if it weren’t for Beta chiming in.

“Except for the asshat sighting,” the clown mutters, and Jonas turns to him.

“What asshat sighting?” Jonas catches Beta exchanging glances first with you then with Papa, Special, and the others who were with you before the meeting, and the king growls. “What do I not know yet?”

“Please don’t,” you whisper, briefly surprised that Jonas doesn’t already know.

“He needs to know, sweetness,” Johannes says.

You look down, swallowing. “Do you...remember about my ex? The one who...put me into the hospital?” The men from H.E.A.T. and Rammstein, who hadn’t yet heard the story, all bristle at once, and you can feel every eye on you. “I...” You hide shaking hands under the table. “I saw him today. Or at least, I thought I did.”

It feels like all the air in the room is sucked out. You look up in time to see dragon scales ripple across the king’s body as he slams his fists on the table. He drops his head, and his arms shake as he brings his shift under control. He looks up, and you can see his dragon eyes glint...then it is Jonas again. Angry, tense—ready to strike. “Where is he?”

“We haven’t been able to find him yet, sire,” John says, frustration in his voice. “But we have all my spies in the country searching out a person of his description. We’ll find him.”

Jonas nods, looking to you, and in a softer voice he asks you, “Are you okay?”

You bite your lip, hands still shaking. “I’m...I’m...” Jonas watches you close, and you look away from his stare. “I’m all right.” At Jonas’s noise of disbelief, you look back at him briefly. “I am. He didn’t do anything to me. I can’t even be sure it was Jackson.”

He sighs, but nods. “If you're sure you're all right, then we'll let John's men do their work. But I want you to be careful until he's found."

You hear Till snort faintly from the other end of the table, and you remember the conversation you had with him in the garden. A flash of annoyance zips through you, and the words exit your mouth before you can stop them. “I’m not sure how I could possibly be more careful than I am already, my love. Would you like to put me in a bubble and keep me locked up in our rooms?” Your voice is very even and controlled, and everyone (save for Till, who smirks faintly) looks to you in surprise.

Jonas seems speechless at first, and then he blushes very faintly and nods. “Ah, well, yes, you are right, of course. You are doing all you can already, and you know how to defend yourself. My apologies, for treating you below your abilities.” You nod to him in satisfaction, and he clears his throat. “John, let me know as soon as you find him. Now, Tim, the rest of the patrols?”

Tim nods sharply, and finishes his report, and then the meeting moves quickly on. Jonas locks eyes with Oli. “Are you sure you don’t have a clearer idea of when the angels are planning to attack?”

Oli shakes his head with precise movements. “No. Just...soon.”

The king sighs, but nods. “Well, it’s something more than we had. Continue to step up patrols, and keep the army mobilized to wait until it happens. Now...My honored guests, you’ve mentioned that you want to help in the fight. I do not expect anyone here to die for us. But, if you do want to fight, what can we expect? What abilities can you bring to the table?”

Jona sits back, looking at his fellow bandmates before speaking. “Grim aren’t exactly...battle thirsty. We’ll fight if we need to, I mean Crash is always up for getting in the trenches.” Crash nods, gives you a wink. “But we aren’t shifters or demons. We just...are. We’re passable healers though.”

Jonas nods. “Good to know. Then you’ll stay in the healer’s tents with my wife. Honestly I’ll feel better about having so many of you there to protect her. Crash, are you confident enough in your fighting abilities to take on angels?”

Crash grins. “I’ll take ‘em on.”

Special frowns. “Maybe you should train a little with me, grim. A little practice won’t hurt. After breakfast?”

“Not a bad idea,” Jonas says. “Anyone else want to join them?”

Till laughs. “We’ve already had plenty of practice.”

Jonas smiles faintly. “We do not doubt the prowess of your band, Till.” And then he looks to Earth, Water, and Aether. “How about you take the rest of H.E.A.T. and observe how they heal? Perhaps you can help them become more than simply passable?”

“Of course,” Aether says with a nod, and the ghouls start asking the grim questions.

You look from Jonas to the fae. “So what exactly do fae...do?”

Richard grins. “Whatever we want, mostly.” At your look he relents. “We’re a lot like your ghouls...elemental and energy power, mostly. Some work with illusions. Except Till, he’s...different.” Flake snorts a little and Schneider coughs to hide a laugh.

Everyone who isn’t talking about healing looks over to the big man, who grins. “There’s a reason the six of us are able to have our band and not be part of the courts.” He takes a long drag of his coffee, wipes his mouth, and looks right at you. “In addition to being very skilled with fire, I can also, on a small scale, make whatever I want happen.”

Jaws drop. “What do you mean, whatever you want?” Papa asks, eyes narrowed.

Till’s grin doesn’t waver, and he doesn’t take his eyes off you as he pushes his seat back. “Komm hier,” he growls, his eyes flash, and you’re suddenly sitting on his lap.

Your breath catches, and you feel his heat wrap around you. You look up into his eyes....he’s right there, so very close...and he flicks his tongue. You squeak and scramble off his lap.

Or at least you try, but his arms wrap like steel around your middle and hold you firm against his chest. You quiver, your eyes comically wide, and any ire that Papa, Johannes, or Jonas might feel is alleviated by the red-purple of your face and Till’s reassuring wink behind your back.

“Don’t you like it here, liebling?” He rumbles his words right against your ear and you shudder. “I think you do. Stay a while.”

You don’t remember how words work. Or movement, for that matter. Papa and Johannes are trying so hard not to laugh as Jonas clears his throat, mirth plain on his face. “So, uh, you can make whatever you want happen. But you say it’s on a small scale. How small are we talking?”

Till hums. “I can tear an angel...or anything else...to pieces by willing it so. Although it’s much more satisfying to use my hands.” He closes his eyes when you start to squirm. “I can’t affect more than one or two beings at a time. Big groups...no.”

“Is there a limit to how many times you can do that?” Tim asks, leaning around John to be able to see the fae.

“Nein, no limit. But the more I do it, the more tired I get,” Till rumbles at the general. “The last time I tried to test my limit, I used it for six hours straight, conjuring various foods and drinks and...maybe a woman or two,” he gives your middle a squeeze, enjoying your squeak. “And then I was unconscious for two days.”

“And we were all thankful for the break,” Richard says as he claps Till on the shoulder.

“I can imagine,” you whisper.

“What was that, liebling?”

“Nothing...” You pull back but still can’t break his hold. “Are you going to let me go?”

Papa smirks at you, the look in his eyes wicked. “My darling wife, we all know that if you really wanted to get free, you could with little to no issue.” You gasp, your ears turning red now as dark chuckles of amusement ripple behind you.

“I had a feeling. So maybe just enjoy your position, ja?”

Later you won’t be able to say what triggers it...Till’s words? His smug tone? Something else entirely?...but another spear of annoyance, almost anger, slices through you. One second you are on his lap, and in the next instant you grab his energy and slam it against him, which knocks him back and releases his hold on you, leaving you on the floor.

Till yelps as he’s thrown from the chair, falling head over ass and landing flat on his face. You stand, brushing yourself off as the rest of the Rammstein men burst out laughing. Papa chortles as Till stands, slowly. “See?”

Till stares at you, a dangerous look in his eye, and then he grins, wide. “Wunderbar. We should spar sometime.”

As quickly as it appeared, the slash of anger moves through you and is gone, and you exhale harshly. “I...maybe?” A puff of laughter explodes out of you, and then you realize... “Oh...oh fuck, I’m sorry, did I...I shouldn’t...I’m sorry...”

To your surprise, Till just laughs, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t apologize. You did what you needed.”

“Well...that shouldn’t involve violence,” you say softly.

“He can take a little bit of tossing around,” Paul calls cheerily.

Till slaps his massive chest with both his hands. “I can take a lot of whatever you want to give me!”

Your blush is back, and you’ve forgotten words again. You take a step back, and bump into Papa.

“My wife?” is all he says. You blink back sudden tears and just look up at him. “Are you all right?”

“I...I...” You furiously wipe the tears away, and look back to Till, whose expression has changed to something softer.

“If I’m coming on too strong, or you’re not comfortable with my attention, you can tell me to fuck off. You know that, right?”

You nod quickly. “I do, I promise. It’s not...” You look at Papa. “I shouldn’t have... I don’t understand what’s wrong with me. I felt...out of control.”

Papa takes your hands. “We’re on high alert, waiting for angels to attack, and you had a shock this morning. I think that’s reason enough, don’t you?”

Till blinks, looking back and forth between you and Papa, and understanding dawns. “You haven’t been training long, have you?”

You shake your head, and the other Rammstein men frown. “That’s kind of dangerous,” Flake murmurs.

Special stands, crosses his arms. “It’s more dangerous to have her completely untrained and out there, unprepared, where anyone or anything can harm her...or use her.” His voice is silky smooth...deadly. “Don’t you agree?”

“Hey,” Richard says, “all we know is what’s been told to generations of fae.”

“Which isn’t as much as you think,” Special replies. “So perhaps you need to let us worry about whether she’s dangerous or not.”

“We weren’t saying anything bad about the girl,” Oli says, scowling at the arch-demon. “We were just stating a fact.”

“What, if you—�� Paul shoves his hand over Richard’s mouth.

“Ignore him, he’s going to spout off and say something stupid. Fae are prickly at the best of times,” the shorter man tries to soothe.

“And this is definitely not the best of times,” Papa says as he rubs your back. “Wouldn’t you agree, my king?”

Jonas sinks into his seat, brow furrowed. “You know I do. I also know there’s angels on the way, and we don’t have the luxury of arguing with each other. We have to work together, focus on the real threat.”

Richard snorts something that sounds suspiciously like, “The demon started it.” But he sits back down, and Paul breathes a sigh of relief.

The talk turns to placement, and it’s decided Rammstein will be on the front lines with the wolves and the demons. Beta glares at the king when he looks towards the clown. “If you think I’ll be anywhere but at her side—”

“I know, Beta, I know,” Jonas says, a touch of exasperation whispering through his tone.

“All right. Fine. As long as you know,” Beta huffs, nodding at Jonas.

Silence fills the room as everyone contemplates what’s happening. “Unless anyone has anything else, I think everyone ought to get to work,” Jonas finally says. “A lot to do, and there’s still the state dinner tonight.”

Tim looks up, eyebrow raised. “You really think that’s a good idea? In the middle of all this shit?”

The king shrugs. “They haven’t attacked yet, and the army is mobilized. Until something happens, I’d like it to be business as normal. It will keep the people from panicking.”

Tim nods slowly. “If that’s your wish, sir.” He stands, kisses your cheek, and strides out. John follows, going to check in with his spies. Special, Aether, Earth, and Water stand and disappear with the grim to test their healing abilities. That leaves you, your husbands, Beta, and Henrik with the fae.

You melt against Papa, who folds you in his arms, murmuring against your ear, dropping soft kisses against your jawline, finally kissing your lips softly before leading you back to your seat. “Try to eat a little more before we go to the church, my wife,” he says. Johannes and Jonas both murmur agreement and kiss you as well.

You can feel eyes on you and turn to see Richard and Till staring. You blush, an automatic response. “Um. Did you...need something?”

Richard laughs softly. “That’s a loaded question. Actually, we were curious about your church.”

“Would you mind showing us around?” Till asks, voice softer. He seems to be acting a little more careful around you now, even his posture is different. The only thing the same is the intensity of his eyes.

“Of course,” you say quickly, looking to Papa. “My love?”

He pops a piece of fruit in your mouth with a suggestive smile. “Of course. That was the plan for when they were originally supposed to arrive, was it not?” He nods to Richard and Till. “Please join us when you’re ready.”

Till and Richard look at each other and shrug. “We’ve got nothing else to do,” Richard says. “But we don’t mind waiting if you need to eat, liebling. Go ahead.”

You nod, thanking them and indeed, eating until you are pleasantly full. Papa makes small talk with Johannes as Jonas kisses all three of you and excuses himself, needing to go work for the day.

“No skipping out tonight, my flower,” he says with a wink as Henrik kisses your hand and they head for the door. “I want to see you in all your splendor. All of you.” And he’s gone.

“He’s so bossy,” you say faintly.

Johannes snickers. “Yeah, it’s a habit with him.”

Papa chuckles. “He’s a king. He’s used to it.” You hear faint laughter from the two fae, and you blink when you realize the rest of Rammstein is gone. “Where are your friends?”

Till shrugs. “Wherever they want to be.”

“Exploring, probably. And once they find a bar they like, drinking, definitely.” Richard leans back, studying the three of you. “So...everyone just...shares?”

“I’m sorry?” you ask.

He lifts his chin a little in your direction. “You. Everyone has a piece of you, and no one minds? You’re mated with some and not with others, and your mates are ok with it?”

Your blush deepens and you seek out your loves’ hands, unable to answer him.

Papa smiles. “Yes, that’s part of our relationship. Johannes and I and Jonas are also mated to each other, not just her. And Beta and Earth are mated. And Jonas also has a bedroom relationship with my Fire ghoul.”

“It’s complicated as fuck,” Johannes grunts, but squeezes your hand. “And also kind of perfect.”

Till snorts. “It would never work with fae.”

“Well, we could probably do it,” Richard muses.

Till stares at him in disbelief for a long moment, then says, “It would never work with fae.”

“Well, lucky for us we aren’t fucking fae then,” Johannes snarls back.

“Ahh, there you are,” Papa says with a chuckle. “I thought maybe you’d been possessed or something.”

“What do you mean?” Johannes grumbles.

“I mean you were uncharacteristically quiet earlier. I expected you to...get forceful,” Papa leans over and tugs on a lock of Johannes’s hair.

“Oh, I wasn’t fucking happy about it,” the wolf retorts, ignoring Papa’s touch. “But I know how she feels about him, and them in general. If she wants to have some fun while they’re here, I wouldn’t fucking stop her.”

Everyone stares at him, eyes wide in surprise.

“What?” Johannes snaps. “Just because I share with my family doesn’t mean I’m all excited about sharing her with any asshole who comes along.” He glares at the fae. “I know it’s her decision, and I know she always comes home, but I can still be pissy about it.”

Papa’s hiding laughter behind his hand, but it’s not unkind, and his eyes are impossibly fond even as they’re crinkled in mirth. You are torn between amusement and concern. “I mean...that’s so ridiculously sweet of you, Johannes, but...but I don’t want to do anything that might make you resent me one day.”

With a groan that sounds like a sob is mixed in there, he swoops you into his arms and buries his face in your neck. “Never, sweetness, never. Love you,” he whispers, not caring, for the moment, that he has an audience.

Till and Richard look away, letting you both have as much privacy as the situation can afford. You cling to Johannes, wrapping yourself around him as much as possible. “I love you too. Always and forever.” Papa smiles softly, his own eyes pricking with tears.

“Get over here,” Johannes mutters when he looks up and sees Papa practically melting with emotion, and he somehow manages to pull him into the embrace as well.

“It still would not work with fae,” Till mutters, and Richard elbows him sharply in his side.

A small wrestling match breaks out between the two men, which goes unheeded as you and your husbands hug each other tight. “Thank you, Johannes. I love you so much,” you say, voice warbling a little.

“I’m so proud of you,” Papa murmurs, kissing the wolf’s forehead.

“There’s nothing to be proud of,” Johannes mumbles grumpily. “I’m still a jerk who doesn’t deserve you.”

“We know different,” you whisper.

“Someday we will break you of that habit you have, dear husband,” Papa says, frowning.

There’s a slight crash as Till and Richard knock over a chair in their wrestling, and you jump even if Papa and Johannes don’t bat an eye, used to Fire and Water and wolf wrestling respectively.

Johannes casts a glance their way. “Well, you might break me, but not before those two idiots break the damn furniture.” Papa laughs as Johannes cups your face and looks deep into your eyes. “I love you, sweetness.” His kiss is slow, soft...thorough.

You shiver, melting into his chest as he kisses you breathless. Papa watches, eyes darkening a little, and when Johannes pulls away the wolf kisses the pope like that too. You smile, watching, and you look over to see Till and Richard watching as well. Both fae grin, and Richard flashes a thumbs-up as Till wolf-whistles.

Johannes doesn’t miss a beat, flipping the fae off even as he lets his other hand slide into Papa’s silky hair and tug.

“Ah, such a way with your hands, wolf,” Till calls. “I am impressed, as always.”

You can’t help but snicker, but quickly smother it as Johannes opens his eyes mid-kiss to look at you with an eyebrow raised. You give him your best innocent look, and he snorts into Papa’s mouth, who makes a face and pulls back.

“Lovely. Anyway, these gentlemen—”

“I don’t see any of those around here,” Johannes mutters.

“—would like a tour of the church. And you should go and guard Jonas,” Papa says to his husband firmly.

Johannes licks his lips and reluctantly releases his hold on his husband. “Yeah, I guess. There’s a lot of shit that needs to be done for tonight too.” He caresses both yours and Papa’s faces with gentle fingers, then stands. “All right, I’m off.” He looks at Till and Richard. “Try not to be assholes.”

Till snorts as Richard says sweetly, “Pot, kettle.” Johannes scowls and shifts into wolf form, loping out of the room. As you, Papa, Till, and Richard leave the hall, servants rush in to transform it for that night. Seems they’d been waiting impatiently for the room to be cleared.

You take a quick look back at the intense action, then look at Papa. “I’m kind of excited for tonight. I still have to decide on a dress.”

He squeezes your hand. “I look forward to gazing upon you, my wife.”

As you head to a car for the trip to the church, you study the fae carefully. “So...is Johannes always pissed at you guys, or is it because of me?”

Richard shrugs as Till snorts. “This is the first time we’ve seen him since...well, it must have been shortly after Jonas was possessed, for lack of a better word,” Richard explains thoughtfully as the driver opens the car door. “He’s...much more abrasive.”

“Yeah, we have no idea what happened,” Till mutters. “But we have enough tact not to ask at least.”

The angel happened, that’s what, you think grimly, but you hesitate to say anything. It is Johannes’s story to tell, and he might not want the fae to know it. You shake your head. “I just don’t want to be the cause of friction, that’s all.”

Till and Richard settle into the car, and Till rolls his head back, eyes staring at the roof. “I think that you’re the type of woman who causes friction wherever she goes, through no fault of your own. You can’t help the way people react to you.”

“But you probably try to blame yourself for it anyway,” Richard says bluntly from the bigger man’s other side, and you stare at them, flabbergasted that they could guess that after knowing you for such a short time.

They chuckle. “Fae are a perceptive sort,” Richard says, as if he’s reading your mind.

“When we want to be,” Till rumbles. “Mostly, we don’t care.”

“That seems...rude,” you reply.

Till shrugs. “It is fae. We live too long, and don’t interact with humans much. There’s no reason to care usually.”

“We don’t try to be rude on purpose,” Richard says softly. “And for fae, we’re actually a pretty empathetic lot. But it’s still...difficult at times.”

You nod slowly. “I suppose something that seems pressing to a human would be trivial to someone who has all the time in the world.”

Richard nods. “We have firsthand knowledge that in a thousand years, it won’t matter. But on the other hand...” he smiles a little, “we are sometimes intrigued by things...like your church.”

Till looks at you, ocean-water eyes making some more of that devastating contact with yours. “And you.”

You turn crimson and take a steadying breath, and Papa doesn’t help when he chuckles next to you. “It is too bad neither of you are into men. You’re nearly as pretty as I am, Richard, and Till...” He gives the bigger man a sultry smile that says more than words ever could. Till laughs softly.

“I’ve never said anything about my preferences either way, Emeritus.”

“That’s very true,” Papa purrs as he leans back and lets his gaze roam over the fae before him. “Very true indeed.”

After a few moments, when you find it almost too hard to breathe from the lust swirling around, you manage to clear your throat and say, “So...what, ah, what questions do you have about the church?”

Till looks back to you, and he cocks his head slightly. “What’s your role?”

“Oh, uh, I’m the second Sister Imperator. I help take care of the practical needs of the brothers and sisters, and I handle entry for those who wish to join the church.”

“A lot of Avatar citizens sign up so far?” Richard asks.

You look at Papa, then shake your head. “No, but the church has barely been open. And with the angels...well, increasing membership rolls hasn’t been top priority, I suppose.”

The fae both nod. “Once it’s over, I’m sure they’ll come.”

Papa smirks. “In more than one way, I hope.” You chuckle as the fae both laugh, and you pause.

“So. Wait. You know that Papa and the ghouls are demonic. What do you think about Satan being real?”

Till shrugs. “We’re real. You’re real. I would expect Satan to be real.”

“I’m not entirely convinced They aren’t fae, if I’m being honest,” Richard muses. Till snorts. “I mean really. Think about it. They’ve got the unseelie look about them, don’t you think?”

Till rolls his eyes. “He also likes conspiracy theories. He’s an idiot.”

Richard smacks Till upside the head.

You blink in surprise as Papa looks outright shocked, ignoring the fact that Till now has Richard in a headlock. “Wait, you’ve met Them?!”

“Of course,” Till grunts as Richard thrashes. “We’ve been around a long time after all, we were bound to run into Them. Besides, they’re a fan.”

“Satan loves Rammstein?” you murmur. “Well, I guess it makes sense.” Then you shake your head. “Why do I suddenly feel like everything makes even less sense than it did before?”

Till’s laughter fills the car. “Now you know how it feels to be fae. The longer you exist, the less it all seems sensible. And that’s when you realize—it doesn’t matter.”

You mull that over, Till watching as you think, and then you shake your head again. “I don’t think I’d like to be fae. It sounds...lonely, and more than a little terrifying.”

Till nods, finally letting go of Richard, who immediately fixes his hair. “It is.” He smiles faintly. “Which is why it’s so good for art.”

Discussion turns to the new building, and soon after the car pulls in at the church. As you get out of the car, you are almost immediately beset by siblings of sin with concerns about evacuation and schedules. Till and Richard watch as you calmly discuss their issues and remind them of the orders that had been outlined the night before.

Till hums thoughtfully. “She’s good with people.”

“In so many ways,” Papa murmurs with a heated smile as he watches you talk, your hands moving to punctuate your words.

“Oh I believe it.” Till’s hum turns into a soft growl.

Richard chuckles. “Keep it in your pants, you two.”

Papa smirks. “Nothing wrong with some admiration, Herr Kruspe. Are you saying you don’t find my wife attractive?”

Till laughs at the look on Richard’s face. “From anyone else, Emeritus, that would be a super loaded question.”

“Who says that it isn’t regardless?” Both fae look a little concerned at that reply but when Papa winks, they begin to chuckle.

You turn to them, having sent the siblings on their way. “I almost don’t want to know what’s so funny,” you say, mock-glaring at them all.

Papa chuckles as he slips an arm around your waist. “I suppose I could tell you, but you’d turn those pretty colors again. Ah, yes, like that,” he says gleefully as you turn crimson, and both Till and Richard chuckle darkly, which doesn’t help at all.

He kisses you, squeezing your waist a bit as he does so. “Come, my lovely wife, let us show these two fine gentlemen that there is more beauty to gaze upon in our church than just you.”

You blush again, but nod, straightening as you lead the way through the main doors. Till and Richard look around in surprise at the beautiful, elegant design of the place. It’s dark, but in a welcoming way more than foreboding. “Wow,” Richard says, trying to look at everything at once. “This is gorgeous.”

“Were you expecting a sacrificial altar and blood everywhere?” Papa asks, amused.

“I wouldn’t have minded them,” Till mumbles, and despite yourself, you burst into laughter.

“My life is so surreal,” you giggle as the men all look at you, amused. “I mean honestly, it’s just crazy.”

Richard smiles. “That’s not always a bad thing. Has your life gotten better in its surrealism?”

“Infinitely,” you say instantly, and he puts a hand on your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze and making you blush faintly.

“Then crazy is good,” he replies, and you can’t help but smile back. He’s got an infectious smile.

The tour continues, only interrupted by siblings of sin a couple of times. The fae ask lots of questions, many of them requiring such detailed answers that you have to let Papa answer them. After one such insightful question, you ask, “Are you planning on joining the church?”

They shake their heads. “Religion is for humans,” Till says almost dismissively.

“But we find it fascinating, what humans believe,” Richard says. “This church, at least, isn’t outright lying to people.”

You blink at them. “But you know that Satan exists, and you’ve spoken to Them.”

“Sure, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to start worshiping Them,” Richard sniffs.

“It’s similar to you, honestly,” Till says, examining a piece of art on the wall. “You were a myth to us the day before yesterday. Doesn’t mean we’re going to start worshiping you.” He smirks, eyes meeting yours. “Well, with clothes on at least.” You blaze red.

You look to Papa, who smirks. “I don’t know, my wife, they make sense to me. I have often worshiped you in just that way.”

You try to answer but he captures your lips in another smoldering kiss.

You can’t help a shuddering moan into his mouth, fingers tangling into his hair as he dips you a little, his body pressed to yours. “Fuck, that’s pretty hot,” Richard murmurs, and Till’s fingers twitch, wanting you in that position himself.

“I can assure you,” Papa says when he lets you up for air, “it’s even hotter than it looks.” He spears the fae with a suggestive look. “If she is willing, you are welcome to have a taste. But only if she is all right with it.” He looks back at you. “My wife?”

You turn crimson, straightening up and tugging on your sleeve nervously. “I...it’s not that I don’t want to because unholy shit do I want to. But there’s a lot going on right now, and I’m still...out of sorts from earlier. Why don’t we...save it for another time?”

Papa grazes your cheek with his knuckles, his gaze loving. “You’re right, my wife, of course. I’m afraid you’ll just have to wonder for now, gentlemen.”

Till looks disappointed for a moment, before he nods and and smirks. “My imagination is up to the task.”

Richard snorts at his friend, but nods to you. “Of course. Whenever you’re ready, liebling.”

You flush faintly and scuff your foot on the floor, before looking between them. “But um. I wouldn’t mind a kiss.” Both men’s eyes light up, and Richard saunters forward.

“Just so you know, promising a fae something means they won’t forget it. Ever,” he says teasingly, and draws you into his arms.

“Really?” you say breathlessly. “That...that’s a thing?”

His gaze darts around your face, returning to your lips over and over. “Maybe.” He dips his head, slowly, and your lips touch, softly at first, then slightly more and more, and you moan softly before he lets you go.

Richard winks at you, then steps back to let Till come up. A quiver runs through your entire body as he reaches out, brushing the backs of his fingers along your cheek in a surprisingly delicate touch. “The things I want to do with you,” he rumbles, and you quiver again. Then he’s leaning down and kissing you with so much passion that it steals your breath.

You grip his wrist to keep from falling as the kiss lasts. He pulls away, slowly, lips hovering over yours. “You and your husbands are lucky males, Emeritus,” he rasps, gaze never leaving yours.

“We like to think so,” Papa replies.

Till finally rubs his nose along your jawline, inhales, then straightens. “Lovely.”

“Thanks for the tour,” Richard says happily, and with one last pointed look from Till, they disappear. Your knees give out, and you breathe hard as you sit down on the floor.

“Fuck. Fuck. Unholy fuck. He’s. Guh,” you gasp intelligently.

Papa’s laugh rings out, filling the hallway. “Oh my love, you are a treasure,” he says as he leans down and pulls you up. “Come, you can recover in our office.”

You just nod, leaning heavily on him as you walk to the office you share with him, Beta laughing the whole way.

Papa sends for tea for you as he sits you down at your desk, looking on in amusement as you fan yourself with some paperwork.

“Is it hot in here?” you mutter. “It feels hot in here.”

“The only heat in here is from you, my love,” Papa chuckles as a sister brings in a tray.

Papa thanks the sister, who blushes faintly as she sets the tray down and scuttles back out. Papa gracefully pours you both a cup, and offers one to Beta as well. The clown makes a face at it though. “Keep your leaf water.”

“Suit yourself,” Papa says with a shrug, sitting down to sip his tea and read over paperwork, one eye on you.

The hot drink goes a long way to settling you, and once you’re calmer, you glance at Papa. “Thank you. And...I’m sorry.”

He blinks over to you. “My love, what do you have to apologize for?”

You flush faintly and shrug. “You’d think after everything I’ve...done with you and...everyone, Till wouldn’t affect me that badly. I wanted to be able to keep my cool with him.”

Papa laughs softly, motioning you over to sit on his lap. “My adorable wife. Not many people could encounter Till Lindemann and not be affected. He’s...an intense man.”

You settle onto him, let your head rest on his shoulder. “He is. It’s ridiculous. And...and...” You sigh. “And I’m also sorry for....for...” You pause. “I feel like I’m...being too much. That I shouldn’t get like this with anyone other than you and our loves.”

He presses his lips to your forehead and wraps his arms around you. “I love you more than I have loved anyone in my life. And Johannes loves you, so much that it scares him sometimes. And Jonas loves you. And none of us feel threatened by your attraction.” He pauses, the chuckles. “Well, Johannes feels threatened if some random person looks at you twice. But that is just how he is.” You chuckle in spite of yourself.

“Yes, he can’t change the way he is, although he does his best.” You close your eyes and breathe in Papa’s familiar scent.

“And the same goes for you, my lovely wife.” Papa runs his hands down your hair, your back, your sides. “Give yourself the same understanding you give him...that you give all of us.”

You open one eye and look up at him. “And you’d tell me if something I did was wrong, right?”

“Of course we would,” he soothes, stroking one hand over your cheek, and you sigh in relief and close that eye again, melting into Papa’s touch.

Papa’s soothing snuggles combined with tea go a long way to making you feel more like yourself again, and the two of you eventually get work accomplished before it’s time to prepare for that evening’s state dinner.

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sevensoulmates · 4 years

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I am really annoyed with those "fans" who do not stop annoying Oliver and Ryan about the ship, it is incredible how far they have come so that they, especially Oliver, are tired and forced to respond to them or delete comments in Instagram, I love Buddie and I would be happy that they become canon but if this continues I prefer that they continue to have that beautiful relationship that they already have...

... is that it bothers me as much as they have managed to get an angel like Oliver to be tired because of the incessant persistence of those "fans" with the ship, he and Ryan don't deserve that treatment from those "fans". Not everything about his beautiful character revolves around a ship. the show and their characters is more than just a ship

I think this is why a degree of separation is needed between fans and creators/actors. The fact of the matter is that all fandoms. Every. single. one. have groups of toxic people who don’t respect the boundaries of other fans, or of the actors/creators/singers/public figures, etc. It’s inevitable. And no matter how much we express our frustration at those fans, or call for them to shut up and stop bugging them, there’s not much we can actually do to control hoards of people’s behaviors online. And this is why I think people like Ryan and the rest of the actors/crew who aren’t as active on twitter/social media have it right. As much as I love how open and interactive Oli is, I hope he can also find a balance between interacting with fans and distancing himself from toxic fandom on social media. I think he struggles with that and it’s part of the reason why he tweets-and-deletes so constantly. I think this is a new experience for him. I don’t think he’s been a part of a show/project with this wide of an active fanbase before. And with him/his character being a fan favorite by a large margin, combined with a reputation for being responsive to fans, is going to make even more people flock to him for any kind of response.

It’s the catch 22 of all modern day parasocial relationships. We have to understand that Oliver is a real person, with real feelings, and that he does not know us, even though we know of him. Even fans he may follow and interact with somewhat often are not his actual real life friends. They exist in a vacuum on the internet where you can say and do anything with little to no consequences for the fan, but real consequences for the public figure if they choose to respond.

And the fact that I’m writing my thoughts about this on tumblr at all is ONLY because I know that this is a space where they will NEVER see it.

#911 fox #fandom #answer #oliver stark #Anonymous

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percywinchester27 · 4 years

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About a boy (Part-4)

Word count: 2.2K

Warning: Suspense, feels, mention of physical abuse and bullying

Characters: Dean, Cas, Gabriel, Benny, Michael, OCs and… Sam?

Summary: Dean Winchester has a secret. A secret that could really land him in trouble. He never expected to connect with anyone when he walked into the ‘Blue Stone Orphanage for Boys,’ but even then, the walls he has put up are slowly coming down. Now, a series of strange events are threatening to expose him. When everything starts falling apart around him, will he still be able to save the one person that matters the most?

A/N: I have to thank each and everyone of you who’ve taken the time out to read this series, and comment. It truly means the world to me :’)

All my love to @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @deanssweetheart23 for beta reading this story. You are awesome <3

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"How many Sams can there be?" Dean complained as they walked back from school. "I mean seriously?"

Cas smiled sympathetically. "It's not about how many. It's about the shuffling crowd. Stynes- the family that owns the place - are apparently very influential. They have all sorts of crazy contacts and kids just get adopted all the time."

"Really?" Dean tried to keep a poker face. It wouldn't bode well to let Cas see through him about what he really thought of the Stynes.

"Yeah." Cas said, blissfully ignorant of Dean's tone which was grudgingly challenging. "I mean, it's not like you and me stand a chance, but the little kids are taken up all the time."

"Sam's not a little kid."

"True, but the kids still get shuffled a lot. Foster homes, other orphanages. You could see one face today, and then never see it again." Cas narrowed his eyes.

"You sound weirded out by that," Dean noted.

Cas looked at him, brow furrowed. "But it is weird, isn't it? My earlier orphanage was so sleepy. Barely anything happened there. Then there's this place which is so secretive, doesn't let the kids interact across all age groups. I've been here for 7 years, Dean, and I just never get to know everyone."

Dean stayed quiet. This conversation was dangerously inching towards the subject of how and why Dean had ended up at the orphanage in the first place. And Cas was smart.

"Shit." Cas stopped, eyes wide and panicked. "What if… what if Sam was here and they moved him away? Damn it, Dean. What the hell will we do?"

Dean pursed his lips, trying not to smile. Cas's worry and fear was heartwarming. It was still a task to be careful about what he says because his friends kindness tempted Dean sorely. "My sources were pretty solid. He's here. He was here when I came in. Besides, he's 12. Kids that old don't just get adopted."

Dean could feel Cas looking at him curiously as they started walking again. He was tempted to tell Cas the truth, all of it, but he held back. For now, it was only his burden to carry. He didn't want to put Cas in trouble, or worse, endanger his life. He had avoided all of Cas's questions about where he had come from so far, but dodging the queries had proven to be harder and harder day after day. Then there was the guilt. Cas was going out of his way to help him, and Dean had been as secretive as possible. At least he could draw solace from the fact that it was for Cas's own good.

"What about you?" Dean asked, changing the topic. "You've been here so long. You didn't get tossed around?"

Again, Cas looked uncomfortable. "All of us, from the old orphanage, we've just stayed together."

He didn't say it, but Dean understood. It was Michael. Cas and everyone from the 'Angel names orphanage' as he called it in his head, was somehow protected. He didn't know what Michael's deal was, but he was up to something… something that, by default, provided a protection to everyone under his umbrella, including Cas.

All those angel named kids were settled now. They had a reassurance that they were sticking around till the end. Which explained the pride, bullying and the strut like they owned the place. But not Cas. The privilege embarrassed him. The idea that he was singled out and treated preferentially was both unpleasant and distressing at some level to him. It made him uneasy.

It made Dean like him more.

They walked in companionable silence for the rest of the way home.

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It had been 3 weeks. Dean was frustrated.

How much more searching could he do? Every minute was spent plotting the next move, trying to squeeze in time to slip into the record room. It took so much of his own patience, that Dean wondered when Cas would snap and cut himself loose from the hunt. After all, Sam meant nothing to him.

Even so, Cas's commitment never faltered. He went about searching the records as dedicatedly as possible. Every day.

They had found six Sams in the records so far. Three of them had already turned 18 and left the boys home. One had been transferred and two more were too young. By nightfall, Dean wanted to fling something at the figurative heaven. He all but yelled at Cas to stop praying in the evening. There was no God up there.

Dean was also tired of counting all the brown haired kids. There were way too many. More than half easily. He soon realised it was about as pointless as finding a needle in a haystack.

After lights out, he slipped out of his room once more. Cas and Gabriel were both out like a light, but Benny, who was reading something in torchlight, gave Dean a look as he passed. Dean had a suspicion that Benny knew where he and Cas sneaked off to in the evenings, but he hadn't said a word about it, neither had he given the impression that it so much as even mattered to him. Dean had learned to ignore Benny. Cas was always absolutely pleasant to him, but Benny never spoke more than a word or two. Even Gabe, who went around chilling with almost everyone, maintained a decent stance with Benny. Not like he was scared, but like he respected him.

Dean just couldn't bring himself to feel anything. And tonight, when he walked out, with Benny's eyes following him, he wondered if one day he was going to land in trouble thanks to Benny's lack of response.

He found himself back at the steps, back to grill, eyes closed in the light breeze flowing through the corridor.

"Back again, I see."

Dean did not jump this time, but his lips pulled up in a half smirk.

"So are you."

There was a soft chuckle from the other side.

"How was the Oly… uh… the thing that you had." Dean scratched his head. "Oh yeah… the Olympiad."

"Okay, I guess," the voice said. The kid sounded pleasant. "I mean, I don't think I'm failing or anything." Then he added in a small voice. "I just don't want to think about the result."

Dean snorted quietly. Normal problems.

Then it hit him.

"You're what? 11? 12? Why're you participating in Olympiads?"

"Seemed like a good exercise for the brain." It was no big deal to him from the way he said it.

Smart and pleasant. That was a rare combination for a kid in an orphanage.

"How long you've been here?" Dean asked.

"About half a year, I guess? Ain't the worst place I've been in."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Even with all the detention camp treatment? What with the lock-down and no interaction."

The kid laughed, only slightly bitter. "Well, you haven't been in too many orphanages then."

It was true. What did Dean know about that?

"Have you been to too many?"

The boy sighed. "About five, I think. That's not counting the abusive Children's home." He said it as a matter of fact.

"They hurt you?" Dean's heart seemed to be squeezed.

"Ehhh… mostly I ended up hurting myself."

"How?"

A dry scoff. "Can't deal with people who throw weight around like that. If I saw someone getting hit, I'd go stand up to abusive idiots."

"I'm sorry that happened to you," Dean murmured sincerely. It was unfair.

To his surprise, the boy laughed. "Don't be. It's how I learned to fight. I can throw a mean punch."

Dean couldn't help the appreciation he felt.

"What's your name, kid?"

The voice went silent.

Dean waited for a couple of minutes, but no reply came.

"Hey?" He tried again.

"It's against the rules to be out, ya know?"

"You think I'm gonna rat you out?" Dean asked, incredulous. "Look around, kid, I'm breaking the rules, too, here."

At long last the voice sighed. "It's Will. Short for William."

There was some solace in getting to know the kids name after all. At least he had gotten one answer today, as opposed to all the ones he had been searching for.

"I'm Dean. Dean Winchester."

"You have a last name," Will noted.

That clearly meant Will didn't have one. He had been in orphanages since he was too young to have known his real name. Sure he might have a made up last name in the papers, but it was just that, a formality.

Dean couldn't stop himself from asking the question. "Why are you up tonight? Another test?"

Another scoff. "Not really."

"Care to elaborate?"

Another silence.

"Well, aren't you being one secretive bitch today?" Dean grumbled. Will intrigued him, and that annoyed him.

"You're the one to talk, jerk," Will shot back. "Especially after how mysterious you played last time."

It was true. Kid had a point. He had, in fact, disappeared on the boy the last time.

A heavy exhale sounded from the other side. "It's just, I can't stop thinking about what lies beyond these walls. One of the boys I knew was transferred today and I don't know where he's gone. Sometimes I wonder if… if I even have a future."

"What?"

"I know!" Will said, talking fast now. "Most kids just end up on the police roll call, the only place their picture ends up is in mug shots. It's what Andy says."

"Andy's an idiot!" Dean stated.

Will laughed. "Maybe."

More silence - comforting and companionable.

Out of the blue the idea came to Dean. "Hey, there's something you can help me with?"

"Oh-kay?" Will sounded wary.

"How old are you?"

"I don't see how that helps you with anything, but I'm 11," he replied.

"That's fantastic!" How had he not thought of this before? "Do you know anyone by the name Sam on your floor?"

"Sam?" There was the usual curiosity in his voice.

"Yeah!" Dean had to keep his voice from getting the better of him. "Sam or Samuel or anyone like that?"

There was no reply, just a loud thrumming. As if the boy was tapping his fingers against his lap or the other hand. "There's one kid called Sammy, I think."

Dean's throat constricted, his heart doubled its beat. Could he be? Could it really be?

"No wait… his name is Sandy," Will corrected. "Don't think I know a Sam… but I can't say for sure that I know everyone."

Dean seemed to deflate. He wanted to punch something… someone... for both- the hope and hopelessness. One of it was going to kill him, he was sure.

"What do you want with this Sam, anyway?" Will asked and Dean wanted to slap his head.

"Fine, don't tell me! But don't go back to being the mysterious shadow," Will added quickly, making Dean smile.

"Let's just say it's a personal research project for me. It's my way out of this place… to my future," Dean said. He didn’t know what Will made out of it, but the kid remained quiet for a while.

“There’s twenty new kids on the floor. Came in about a month ago,” Will said, slowly. “I’ll ask around and let you know.”

Dean wanted to ask why. Why was this kid helping him? He had expected the question from Will- that ‘what was in it from him?’ But no such conditions came. Will offered his help freely… willingly. Just like Cas had. Maybe Dean needed to trust people more, see the good in them often, because there was all the good there, that which he couldn’t have possibly hoped for.

“Thanks, man,” he said quietly.

“No problem,” Will chimed. “I’ll keep this hushed.”

Perhaps he understood what hope of a future meant.

Dean realised that the more he got to know the people here, the more they surprised him with their kindness. Cas, Will… and unexpectedly even Gabriel and Benny in their zealousness and quiet had all helped him in their own way. Dean was starting to care. He didn't like it.

Will yawned abruptly.

“Get some sleep,” Dean suggested. His was evading him.

There was some scuffling as Will got to his feet. “Night, Dean. I hope you find your Sam.” His voice was soft, both grave and reassuring at the same time. It startled Dean, and he wondered if Will truly understood how much finding Sam meant to Dean.

“Night,” he said.

The feet shuffled away and Dean squinted into the darkness, pointlessly trying to discern the passing shape, trying to get one look at the boy who had selflessly, unconditionally agreed to help him.

That night when he closed his eyes, for a second… or, at least, a fraction of it, Dean felt the strangest urge to send a thought up to heaven, or whatever higher power there was. He finally understood why Cas prayed, understood the urge to want something better for other people. Maybe Cas’s God will listen to Dean.

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A/N 2: I really really hope y’all like this story!! Please let me know what you think… the feedback is what keeps me going :)

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pawpyrus · 4 years

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heyy ok so i think i should do this so i can find some mutuals BUT:

hii! i’m oliver/oli and im starting fresh on tumblr! please interact if you like any of the following:

ensemble stars/enstars

danganronpa

mha/bnha

your turn to die/yttd

angels of death

#ensemble stars #enstars #danganronpa #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #your turn to die #yttd #angels of death #mutuals

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capriciouswriter · 4 years

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The Birth of the Sins

So this is the story of how the Seven Deadly Sins were brought to life because of God’s relationship with Lucifer. This only applies to my mainverse which I write with Oli’s Lucifer ( @hellruins ).

It’s very long but I hope you enjoy it! It took me almost 6 months to write it askfsjdhgklf.

In the beginning there was Him and His sister. Two parts of a whole, everything and nothingness at the same time, coexisting before creation. Then creation happened, then archangels happened, then She was no longer there and soon it was just Him, His archangels, heaven and other celestial creations, for millennia to come.

It was no secret to anyone in heaven that, despite Michael being the Prince and heir of heaven, the favorite child was none but Lucifer.

The morning star.

The most beautiful angel ever created, the light bringer, made in His image and the one always one step closer to Him. If Michael took a step close, Lucifer took two. If Gabriel held His hand, Lucifer held both. If Raphael was at His feet, Lucifer was on His arms. If the siblings were upset about these preferences, they went unnoticed for ages, since no one dared to question why would He allow Lucifer such privileges, and He never made effort to explain His motives.

This preference, however, did have an effect in Lucifer. Every step closer, every hold tighter, every touch, every brush, every second together and every allowed interaction raised a feeling, an emanation inside the archangel that grew and grew and he held onto that feeling, using it as a ladder to push himself taller, and bigger and above his siblings, escalating until he felt what no one had ever felt before: God-like.

And so, Pride was born…

The sin nested itself deep inside their hearts, for where else would it feel just as welcomed than there, where it was born? And inside those hearts it grew its roots, feasting of their shared time, on their longing gazes, on those moments where The All-mighty would send everyone away except for the Morning star, keeping him close; Soft, warm hugs, divine hands dripping grace and love through white glowy feathers, wings spreading at His desire, every touch so intimate, delicate and chaste, yet filled with desire within.

None of them noticed when Pride gained a conscience of itself, beating through holy veins and expanding itself, nurturing those feelings inside those two divine cores: The need for even more closeness, the fact that no matter how much time they spent together it wasn’t long enough, how when He looked away, the Morning star burnt bright, flaring for attention, and oh, the response of those blue eyes, desire just as intense behind them as God noticed His child: so beautiful, so needy, so close yet not enough... Never enough.

Greed sparkled in golden flames, demanding to have more.

And so, the All-mighty allowed it. Lucifer was everywhere: Standing by His side, an arm looped around His; sitting on His lap, no matter the place, from the Throne to His secret study behind that same room. Never close enough, thin arms clinging to holy shoulders, lips tracing patterns across His face, gentle brushes that, slowly, with every passing day made their way into His mouth.

The day their lips met, His study was particularly empty. Nothing but them in the space of the void, shielded from the rest of heaven, just wanting to be as close, as safe and uninterrupted as they could.

Eager lips colliding against each other, restless hands exploring every bit of skin, no need for clothes, there was no shame left between them when they decided to take the next step. It was overwhelming, grace flaring uncontrolled as they kissed, and bit, and sucked and touched each other, enjoying every single moment as God made Lucifer His in a deeper way than any other of His creations, a bond so strong, a link so fierce and heated up, on a level existence had never seen before.

Never before in the history of creation had been such a spillage of grace and uncontrolled energy, God's and Lucifer's core so in sync, coming together and undone at the same time for what it seemed like months and years and decades together, reaching a climax that shook the entirety of existence, such pressure, density and temperature of Holy grace highly intense it created the biggest explosion ever known, and suddenly the void around them wasn't void anymore...

This cosmic level of connection was so intense, some people are still arguing if it's still happening, somewhere, Billions of light years away from Earth...

Lust was born at the same day the universe was: during The Big Bang.

"It's a new project." were the words of the Creator when everyone on heaven asked what this new cosmic creation was: galaxies coming together, creating stars and planets and many astral bodies never seen before, the questions of course, carried by His closest archangels, the only ones allowed in His presence. "Your brother Lucifer helped me create it, and you all will help me build it. It’s all yours to work and play with."

And so they did. The archangels explored the universe, every celestial body out there was so new and different from what they had ever seen. Heaven was beautiful, perfect and fulfilled; the universe was rough, barely born, growing and expanding uncontrolled, never still. It was marvelous, and the angels took the liberty of shaping every star, name every planet and their moons, creating their cores and even destroying them just to build something new and better and bigger, like children building an empire with sandcastles, their graces either building hands or destructive waves, ever so curious.

And as every other celestial enjoyed themselves with this creative momentum, God and Lucifer took the liberty of resting. With the building of the universe, everyone's attention was out there, instead of around the two celestials back home. No need to sneak around, no need to measure their affection; just the two of them, together, for eons to come as the universe expanded and they both settled to spend time together.

Those were long, wonderful years where the deity and His archangel came even closer than before if possible, their cores in sync, not wanting to spend another second apart, shared kisses and brushes, soft feathers across divine skin, slow touches with heavy intention and meaningful connection behind them...

No one kept track of time back then, it wasn't even a concept born yet, but without realizing roughly 9 billion years happened since the birth of Lust, and now, after all these eons of leisure, the rest of the sins realized a new one had appeared under their noses: Sloth.

Although creative, there weren't many of His children's creations that could take away Chuck's focus from Lucifer. For Lucifer was perfect, and if that Pride growing inside Him knew something, was to appreciate perfection made by one self.

So it was really a surprise the moment one of His archangels, the youngest of the core four, approached one day to show Him his new creation: a solar system.

"Look, Papa, this is us." Gabriel chirped, divine hands pointing at the planets and their star. "That big one is Lucifer." He pointed at the sun, bright and huge, it's light embracing the planets around it. "That one is mikey!" he grabs mercury in hands and shows it to his Father, who amazed and endeared watched how Gabriel pointed at each planet and how they represented each one of his siblings: Venus was Raphael, Mars was Maze, Azrael was Jupiter, Jophiel was Saturn, Metatron was Neptune and the tiniest, smaller planet was their newest brother seraph: Castiel.

And as God admired his work, He decided to make room for one planet, also aligned to the sun, at a distance behind Venus, and on front of Mars. "Now it's perfect. This is you, Gabriel." The deity spoke, running a hand through golden hairs as The Earth was created for His child.

And with this frame of a family, Gabriel gained his Father’s attention for long periods of time, for this was the first time in eons God felt the itch to create again, to build something new, to destroy it and start from scratch, playing with the planets in their surroundings. He was so enamored with His new creation, Elohim decided to see, to predict how this world would evolve, to take a look on its future and the nature He saw amazed and enchanted Him even more, He decided to create a replica of how the earth would eventually look. Eden was born then, a link between heaven and earth, a romantic idea of how He expected things to go, opening it to His celestials to enjoy. Still, Elohim’s favorite part was seeing things happen, for He had learned His predictions don’t always go as He expected. And as God pulled away from Lucifer to create, entertained by the evolution of His new planet, a new sin screamed its way out into existence: Envy.

Jealousy that burned green, gold-touched by Greed, coiling deep inside Lucifer’s heart, retaliation coming soon enough in the shape of tantrums, misbehaving and plenty of problematic behaviors, all in the name of drawing even a little of His attention back to him. Jealousy that more than once instigated fights among the core archangels that, after seeing their Father lose focus on Lucifer, all wanted to try a chance of being closer to Him as well. Raphael got bolder, closer, demanding of their Father’s attention as well. Gabriel was all over Him, wanting to create, to make new things, always restless. Michael trying hard to keep them in line, praying to their Father for patience. Mastema, the worshipper, always looking for ways to praise Him and gain attention as well. Jophiel, the youngest of the archangels, praising and offering worship to her Lord.

Still, none of them was loud enough as Lucifer, who even dared bring other celestials into this. For it wasn’t only in Lucifer’s heart that envy rooted, the sin stretching and cradling the God’s heart as well, a tiny squeeze and He was livid, green with jealousy whenever Lucifer spent time with other celestials right before His eyes, his touch and approach too intimate, and that behavior from Lucifer belonged to Him only.

One day He broke, deciding to take Lucifer with Him into Eden, keeping everyone out to have the garden just for the two of them. And in the middle of the garden, right between the Tree of life and the Tree of Knowledge, God laid with Lucifer again, like they had been during eons before, loving and marking up His archangel, divinity fueling the celestial with a new glow again. Still, it wasn’t enough. Greed and Envy had tasted the attention of previous eras, so this moment as satisfactory as it was, wasn’t enough. And so, God gave up once again to Lucifer’s petitions. If Lucifer could only understand why He was so dedicated to Earth, then he wouldn’t feel so insecure, right?

Elohim then picked up a fruit from the Tree of Knowledge, the forbidden fruit He had told His celestials to never touch, and with Lucifer in arms He fed it to him, giving him a part of the Knowledge He had on earth and its future. And with every bite, Lucifer’s need for reassurance receded slowly, trusting in Him and His decisions. Elohim understood Lucifer was different than his siblings, and the love He felt for him pushed Him to allow him to gain the Knowledge that was forbidden for everyone, except Himself. And Lucifer took it and accepted it, now he understood why this nature marveled his Father and decided to love earth as well.

And then, just as (un)predicted, an amazing event happened. Hominids started populating the earth, sentient beings that could at some degree reason. Again, God’s attention was drawn to Earth, and decided to repeat His action once again: create a version of the last evolution of hominids on Eden to admire, as He waited for them to evolve naturally on Earth. He had picked the dual reproduction on earth, and so decided to create two versions of them. Just as the first time He had started creating, Lucifer’s anxiety spiked up again and, to get him involved in this, God decided to give him the opportunity of creating alongside Him.

God then grabbed another fruit from the Tree of Knowledge, giving Lucifer the ability and power to create life, if only briefly. With that knowledge, Lucifer created Lilith, just at the same time God created Adam. They were supposed to procreate, be there for each other and multiply just as the species on earth. But unlike their less evolved counterparts, there was something lacking there that wasn’t shown before until these creations.

Lilith didn’t like Adam’s status, meant to be above her. She constantly fought her birth right to be his equal, and being created from Lucifer’s own hand grew the seed of sin inside her heart, demanding more, hubris pushing her to fight for her rightful place by Adam’s side, not bellow. God soon grew tired of this, and decided to expel Lilith out of Eden, hurt by her rejection of His creation. He made sure to post watchers all around Eden, to prevent her from wanting to get back into the Garden. He then decided to do what He should’ve done on the first place: create Eve from Adam, just like He had created the archangels from Himself, so she would serve him like the archangels were meant to serve Him.

Seeing his creation vanished and replaced made Lucifer’s insecurities arise again. Why couldn’t Lilith be equal to Adam? Why couldn’t both hold the same power? Elohim saw the distress in His child’s mind and held him close again, brought him back to Eden, to Himself and to repeat the only action that seemed to sooth Lucifer during this outbreaks: He fed him again the fruit of knowledge. He let him know what he expected of humanity, what He desired to be for them, and reassured the archangel that everything was going to be ok, that He loved him above everything and the situation with Lilith was going to be left behind.

The thing about holding so much knowledge is that soon enough Lucifer wanted more and more. He wanted to know everything behind his Father’s actions, and begged Him for more of it over and over. Each time the deity gave up under Lucifer’s pushing, a new sin grew stronger and wildly, aided by the hand of its sibling Greed: Gluttony.

Eve’s creation was one of the few things that brought joy to the All-mighty after all the drama that involved their creation. He adored His girl with all His heart, and watching her thrive on Eden along with Adam quickly became one of Elohim’s hobbies. This was, of course, soon met with Lucifer’s increasing, beating jealousy. No matter what he tried, God’s attention eventually left him to focus on Adam and Eve. Especially Eve. His perfect, submissive little Eve.

And just like he had done before, Lucifer resorted to charm his way into Eden. He was Elohim’s brightest creation, the most beautiful angel, and it was not hard for him to seduce both humans just like he had done before with several other angels. This time, however, with the amount of unacknowledged sin in their hearts, Chuck’s reaction was violent.

He scolded the archangel for getting involved with the humans in such way, and ordered not to do so again. Lucifer complied as long as He paid him attention, and so it was… for a while. When His attention shifted again, Lucifer slithered once again into the human’s lives, and his words and actions were so alluring, the seed of doubt was planted in them, especially Eve, just like Lilith’s once had been. Why did she had to be below Adam? Why did she had to be lower than him?

The corruption of Eve was God’s last straw, and, not knowing how to deliver punishment for the two beings He loved most in the whole cosmos, a last sin was born within His heart: Wrath.

Wrath started warm, saving up all of His feelings, building them up to what He thought would be just deliverance. But with each of Lucifer’s tantrums and betrayals, suddenly the arguments started. Why was He obsessed with humans? Why was He paying more attention to them than His previous creations? All these questions were shouted at Him from a very angry, very hurt and very sinful heart, the lightbringer glowing with rage at His words: Angels were supposed to protect humanity, to care for them, to bow to them and love them even more than they loved Him.

It was blasphemous to Lucifer’s ears, for no one could ever love anyone like he loved his creator, like he loved Him: desperately and sinful, with his entire being, selfish and possessively. Pride made sure to throw more fire in the pyre, feeding up its newly born sibling, making Wrath grow with each new fight Pride prompted Lucifer to create, Envy and Greed glowing bright with each argument, until one day, Wrath exploded into completion.

Heaven had never seen such cruelty in their Creator’s face. The burning feeling of Wrath was felt across the entire cosmos and fear was born that same day, as Elohim took the hardest decision of His life: to save humanity from being corrupted, He needed to cast said corruption out of heaven.

And so, wielding His sword, Lucifer’s fall was ordered. He had refused to do what God ordered, had crossed plenty of lines, and the seeds of their sin grew into his perdition. Michael carried the order, and in heaven’s first war ever, the rebellion happened as soon as it ended: Lucifer fell to earth, along with a handful of angels who thought wise to follow his path.

As blinding as Wrath was, once it was gone, once He was calm and the fire had died, He was, for the first time ever, able to see them: The sins born of their relationship. God’s roar was heard across the universe as He ripped each and every one of those sins out of His core, divine hands molding them like molten glass, shaping them into the first thing that came to mind: a fruit.

He put the fruit on the one place He was sure no one would touch: The tree of knowledge. For it was forbidden for every creature in the universe…

Though, plenty of years after his fall, Lucifer decided to carry on with his revenge: he would make Elohim’s humans fall like he did, it’s the least they deserved after being the cause of losing everything Lucifer ever loved. So one day he charmed his way into Eden, the action that would earn Gadreel’s incarceration and torture under the hand of his guard, and found his way to Adam and Eve. The well-known story happened, he temped Adam and Eve into taking the forbidden fruit and, having eaten from it, Eve gained the knowledge of creation, Adam’s eyes opened too, and by taking in the one apple carrying the Sins, they attached into the heart of men.

And so, with Adam and Eve’s betrayal, God casted them out of heaven and the story is already known. The sins were brought to earth, nestled in the heart of human kind, and were spread across the globe by their reproduction.

#outofgod #;created as much as he punished (hc)#;in the beginning there was me (about)

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