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bonny-kookoo · 6 months

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Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 3

How is he going to pull himself out of this one, when the signs all point to one thing?

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, Angst [Tags will be different for every part!]

Length: 1k Words

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A/N: hitting you with the double angst spicy meal today yum yum yum

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Going out without Jungkook isn't really fun at all- especially not when you're mad at him, and didn't even plan on going out anyways.

But you've been hoping at least a little bit deep down that it would help him realize that you're not gonna just stay home and be his maid all day- something that apparently had become his new reality. And when you come back home, there's hope- the lights are still on, bedroom door open as well. Has he been waiting? Is he gonna apologize for once?

You technically learned to always expect the unexpected with him during your relationship, but nothing could've prepared you for the sight you're witnessing inside the shared room- because he's fast asleep, snuggled beneath the covers as if there's nothing wrong at all.

The crushing devastation of that alone, the fact that he can just sleep while you've always stayed up, mind unable to rest if he's not in sight or near you, just too much to handle. You've got half a mind to just throw him out the bed, but he's got his weight and amount of hours in the gym on his side- it'd be too much of a hassle, and right now, you really don't want to deal with him any longer. So you just turn off the lights, take some blankets, and close the door to make yourself comfortable on the couch for tonight instead.

You just can't take this anymore.

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The next morning he's out already, having left you a note in messy handwriting about something needing to be shipped out, so he'd be back later today after bringing the packages to the post office. There's a wonky looking crying face drawn next to a 'sorry for last night', and you just crumple up the note to throw it into the trash, since that's all his words are to you at this point.

There has to be a reason he's acting like that- and you want to figure it out, even if you don't like what you'll discover.

Booting up his pc would take way too long since you're not sure how long he's gonna be out- and you also feel a little bad about invading his privacy like that, so you instead occupy yourself with putting the blankets away and at least making yourself late breakfast. But the laptop on the kitchen counter, left by him probably in a hurry, is too enticing to ignore.

It's still on standby too, blinking light on the side taunting you to open it up.

Giving into temptation, you open it- just to be faced with a screen that tells you it's locked by the main administrator. A passcode? Since when did he have that?

Jungkook and you have never really hidden anything from one another. He knows the passcode to your phone, and he even has your fingerprint and face-ID saved on his own- so why the sudden secrecy? It's clear from yesterday that he's keeping something from you, and you're not sure how to feel about that. Is he..

no. He wouldn't. Right?

Then again, he really just went from having sex almost daily and clinging to you at random times a day to zero libido and no interest whatsoever- so there must be something going on. Is he getting his fill somewhere else? Has he found someone who can love him better than you?

"I'm ba- oh?" He looks at you like the deer caught in the headlights same eyes and all, frozen in his spot as he caught you in the act, your angry face and stance obviously signaling your unhappiness still. Well, what did he think was going to happen? That you'd just accept his antics and not ask any questions? That some pancakes from your favorite place down the street are just gonna solve the situation he himself has been creating?

....a little. But he's not that stupid.

You storm off without a word, as he sighs and runs a hand over his face, putting the pancakes on the kitchen counter to instead shower first, needing to get his head free and reset his body so he can figure out a way to at least pacify your rage for now. He's so close to finally getting it done- you'll just have to wait a little longer, and he's gonna make it all worth it.

But to you, his shower doesn't look like just a need for a physical reset- it just seems to add color to your worst fear that's been brewing beneath your skin, poisoning the blood in your veins.

And when you take his phone from the bed, you're slapped right across the face again- as the phone doesn't recognize it at all, the password you're tapping in wrong just as much, causing the phone to vibrate and demand a proper input. This is stupid. Why is he suddenly hiding his every move it feels like? It can't be anything other than that- and yet you want to think it's not it. That he's not this heartless. He's always been a romantic and obsessed with true love- granted, his idea of romance was a little odd, but it was still uniquely his, and always honest and genuine.

He used to care about you so much. Where did that go?

When he steps out the shower, the round eyes make an appearance again, body running ice cold at the sight of you sitting on his bed with his phone in your hand. Fuck- what's he going to do now?

"Since when did you change your passcode?" You want to know, voice a lot more fragile than you hoped it would be. You don't want to seem so weak in front of him now. You want to scream and yell, in fact. Punch his stupid pretty face until he feels just as hurt as you do in this moment.

His lips part, but he's not saying anything.

"And since when did you lock your laptop?" You ask, but still- he doesn't give you an answer at all as he instead nervously licks his lips, and plays with the piercings.

And then, his phone vibrates- and it shows that he's not been as thorough in hiding as he thought he was. Because the messages and notifications are still displayed. And this message makes your stomach drop as you read it.

[Maria: Alright, I'm so excited! Next time let's d...]

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 10 months

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Pairing : dad!Lee Minho x F!Reader TW : childbirth ; slighty suggestive humor once ; it's just fluffy ; it's cute ; Word Count : 1.9k Request : Anonny : okay but i really like that minho pregnancy angst…. do you plan on making part 2 like the after reunited life, her parents’ response or anything? like the post natal life, the moment he held his daughter for the very first time hihi is it too much to ask??? A/N : I absolutely DO plan on making a part two and here it is!! Woohoo!!! Thank you for requesting! It's definitely not too much to ask! Also! I got so choked up writing this, it made me so happy and at the same time so sad that I don't have a man like the fictional Minho in this story!!!

“I’ll be right back, love. I’m just gonna call the guys and let them know she’s here so they won’t make my phone go off all night.” He whispered as softly as possible, not wanting to wake his daughter that he had just laid in the little cot beside your hospital bed. You hummed tiredly in response, already nestling into the pillow that definitely wasn’t as soft as the ones you had at home, but right now, after 12 hours of active labor and a slightly wonky epidural, the entire hospital bed was like laying on a cloud.

Minho couldn’t be prouder though, seeing you go through all of that, he commended every woman who had ever been in labor, and after checking the time and seeing how early in the morning it was, he made a mental reminder to call his mother and thank her for having him.

Stepping outside of the room, he leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, his throat still slightly sore from crying when he had first laid eyes on his daughter, tears of happiness streaming down his face, unable to pull his eyes away from her as the doctors carried her over to the little table to clean her up. He was grateful that he had been given a second chance, that he got to hold your hand through the entire process, that he was able to be in the room when his daughter was brought into the world, and he swore that he wouldn’t mess up and he sure as hell would never leave again.

“Minho…” His name had him finally looking around the hall, meeting eyes with your father and your mother who sat in the waiting chairs beside your door. He hadn’t seen your father since the day he had pushed the door shut against him, and while he had been meaning to meet up with your parents to apologize for the way he had been, he had just never gotten around to it. “How is our daughter and our granddaughter? Are they resting?”

Minho quickly bowed his head to your parents, acknowledging them with a quiet “Sir…” and “Ma’am”, the awkwardness felt between the two hung in the air like a thick cloud that could be felt by everyone in the vicinity. “They’re both doing great… Y/N is getting some rest right now, yes, and the baby is sleeping.” He kept his head lowered, slightly fearful of looking your dad in the eyes. “I’d like to apologize… For the way that I behaved… For hurting Y/N. I love her so much… And our daughter will take top priority over everything else.”

He finally raised his head, and when he did, he saw your father staring at him, it almost felt like he was being judged, but your mother shook her head, standing from her chair to embrace Minho in a quick hug. “Now, don’t you pay attention to him right now. He’s just grumpy because it’s past his bedtime.” She teased, and it was strange how your mothers presence and her words, much like your own, could so easily calm him down and make him feel relaxed. “I’m happy that Y/N has you, and that our granddaughter has you as her father. I know that you’ll take great care of them both. Welcome to the family.”

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“Are you just gonna carry her around all the time?” You asked lightly as you watched Minho walk by, your daughter seemed to be in a perpetual state of being carried by him in the little sling that was across his chest. “It’s been three weeks and the only time you put her down is when you use the bathroom or when you go to bed. You’re gonna spoil her.” You warned, but you also wanted to hold your daughter as well. Hell, you even had to practically race to the nursery to be the one to get her in the middle of the night since that was the only time you actually got to hold her since being in the hospital.

“And? Our princess deserves to be spoiled, doesn’t she?” He flashed you your favorite smile before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Plus I go back to work next week, let me just love her a bit longer. I won’t be able to see her as much.” He was right, and you knew that he was dreading when this week was up, that’s why he stayed up so late, as if the longer he was awake it would keep the coming days at bay.

You couldn’t blame him though, you’d do the same thing. Neither of you could fully wrap your head around how fast time had gone, you couldn’t believe that it had already been three weeks since you had given birth to her. You could see it in his eyes, with each passing day he’d get sadder and sadder, and you felt the same way. The house wouldn’t be the same without him in it, and you actually grew used to the sight of him walking around the house, doing his daily activities with your daughter strapped to his chest.

“Well it’s almost her feeding time, can you at least let me hold her for fifteen minutes or so?” You posed, sitting up a little more on the couch and grabbing the little burp cloth off the side to drape over your shoulder as you got ready to have her in your arms.

“Just whip your boob out and come over here. Or I’ll bring her to your boob.” He said with a snort, and you rolled your eyes as your head fell back against the couch. “Don’t be so shy, love. I was suckin’ on ‘em before she came.” He teased, and maybe it was the fact that you were now a mom that had you growing extremely embarrassed at the mention of your sex life, but you quickly shushed him as your hands moved to cover your face which only had him laughing even more. “I’m like 99.9% sure she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. But, I’ll cover her ears if it makes you feel better.”

“Oh my gosh, shut up, Minho.” You groaned, but you couldn’t hide the fact that you were laughing as well, and the more you thought about how it would be after the week was up, the more you started to miss him already, and he hadn’t even gone back to work yet.

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Pink balloons were tied to every single chair that was set up in the backyard. The buffet table was lined with snacks and drinks for everyone that was there, although you didn’t really anticipate so many people to show up. The grill was fired up already and Bangchan and Felix had begun making the main course for the party while everyone else kind of took turns helping you decorate and ogling at your daughter.

“Have you seen Minho?” You asked Jisung as he stepped out of the house, multiple beer cans held in both his hands and under his arms as he walked over to you. Your eyes had scanned over everyone that had filled your backyard multiple times and none of those times had your eyes landed on your husband in the crowd.

“When I came outside he was sitting on the couch. I think he was crying a bit…” Jisung said, his lips drawing together in a thin line after he had answered. This wasn’t the first time he had done it, and according to the guys, the entire week leading up to today he’d disappear during work and one of them would usually find him hiding somewhere and crying by himself.

“Right… Can you and the boys help finish setting everything up. I’m almost done… I just don’t want to leave him by himself.” Jisung nodded and you quickly scooped your daughter up, holding her on your hip as you walked into the house, and there he was. His head was lowered and you could hear the sniffles coming from where he sat. As you moved closer you could see the photo album of your daughter's first year sitting on his lap, his hands shakily flipping through the pages one by one. “Honey…” You murmured, and his head slowly raised to look at you, his eyes puffy and slightly red when they met yours.

“Sorry…” He muttered, and you shook your head at his apology, coming closer to sit on the couch beside him, your daughter propped on your lap. His finger slipped into her hand, her own tiny fingers wrapping around it as she waved his hand around, babbling loudly as she looked up at him. “When did she get so big?” He questioned with a small gasp, his head tilted as he watched her with a bittersweet smile.

You sighed softly, the sudden urge to cry taking hold of you as you looked at him. “She’s not that big yet… She’s still our baby…” You mused, trying your best to not only make him feel better, but to keep yourself from crying along with him. You glanced over at the book on his lap, scanning over the pictures on the page. “Oh, I remember that…”

His eyes followed yours and he chuckled, although it sounded more sad than usual. “Our tour in Australia and… I refused to be away from you two for a whole month… So me and the guys at the last minute begged the managers to let you both go.” Most of the pictures were of the other members holding her and in most of them she looked like she was on the verge of crying. “She was only 6 months old… It’s only been 6 months since then…” His fingers brushed over the picture of himself holding her, his smile so wide as he sat on the beach with her, his tears freely falling down his cheeks as the memory played over in his mind.

“And we have so many more months, so many years to keep making more memories with her…” You whispered, using one of your free hands to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Like today… She only gets a first birthday once, honey. I’m sure that when she looks back at her photos, she’ll want you to be in the pictures too.”

He took a deep shaky breath, nodding his head before running his hands over his face. “Right… You’re right…” He slowly closed the book, placing it on the coffee table before grabbing your daughter off your lap and lifting her high in the air before bringing her back down and hugging her tight against his chest, eliciting a loud squeal mixed with laughter from her. “My princess is ready to party and so am I, let’s go!”

His hand held onto hers as he playfully danced his way out to the backyard, the cheers from everyone at his and your daughters appearance were loud enough to be heard in the living room where you still sat, your eyes glued to the back of your husband as he practically skipped down the stairs, innocently dodging everyone who came towards him with their arms outstretched to take the baby.

Minho was the perfect man, the perfect husband, the perfect father. There was no one else in the world that you could imagine loving you or your daughter the way he did, there was no one else in the entire universe who was everything a man should be, everything anyone would want their man to be… Minho was the most amazing, loving, devoted husband and father, and you were beyond grateful that he had come back into your life, that you had gotten a second chance with him, and more than anything, that your daughter was able to live a life with him as her father.

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druidrot · 3 months

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so i was looking at the other parts of the ways to show emotion prompt list and part 3 has some great lists so i was hoping you could do “opening mouth slightly” pupils dilating” and “licking lips” with Gale from the how to show desire prompts 👀👀 no worries if not, congrats on the new blog!

thanks so much! and thanks for being my first requester! i’m happy to oblige. now i’m posting on mobile so i apologize if the formatting is wonky. with that being said, enjoy!

just a short little drabble, unsure of word count

pairing: gale dekarios x reader

rating: mature - more suggestive than anything else;)

he’s allowed to have fun at the tiefling party okay?? just let me have this. i get it’s canon divergent just shut up and let me be horny

It was here Gale felt his resolve crumble.

He prides himself on his self-control. In fact, he thinks he’s been a saint since he joined your adventuring party, since this painfully slow dance started between you both.

But he feels his patience waring thin. The tiefling party at the camp has no doubt been a success. He waited patiently as you did your rounds accepting their gifts and thanks so very graciously. He bid his time as you danced and sung and drank with everybody else, working your sweet charm on them.

He knows better, though. He thinks you are a different person under the cover of moonlight, here where you stare up at him with half-lidded, glassy eyes, lips pulled up in the sweetest little smile. You still hold your chalice of wine but your free hand has taken to his, twirling your fingers around his long, narrow digits. He feels his mouth drop open as you take a step closer, your pupils dilating until the beautiful color of your iris is all but hidden.

Around you, the little celebration rages on. In the distance, you can hear Karlach whooping over some drinking game the rowdier of the bunch had taken to playing. Just down the camp from you, Alfira sings a lovely ballad of lover’s lost, Lakrissa bobbing her head from a few paces down.

Gale should be excited about the festivities, elated with the things your party accomplished, ready to drink his troubles away for the night. Instead, he finds himself totally enamored with you., eyes locked on your every movement. He doesn’t know when you became so intoxicating to him, but in this moment, he finds he can’t complain.

“You look like the tressym got your tongue,” you whisper, sidling even closer. “My my, have you been brooding here because I’ve not paid you any attention? Or is saving poor helpless refugees not really your speed?”

You bump your nose against his as your tongue wets your lips. His eyes are immediately drawn to the action and he has to physically fight the urge to rush forward and kiss you. Instead, he grins roguishly at you.

“Quite the rotten little minx, you are,” he teases. taking a step back to cool his body. “Go enjoy yourself, darling. Besides, I’m sure there’s quite the line to get a dance with you tonight. You’ll have plenty of time to harass me later.”

“What if I want to harass you right now? What if I want to spend all night harassing you?”

Gale feels like he’s on fire. Before either of you can really process, he pulls you into a slow, heady kiss.

“You will be the death of me,” he pants between desperate kisses. “You will be the death of us all.”

He is quick to escalate, despite his warning and his lips grow frenetic as he chases your tongue with his, pushing into your mouth with a sense of urgency you didn’t think him capable of. He pulls your body close, impossibly so, and you can do nothing but moan as he continues to kiss you.

“The orb,” Gale tries, whimpering between consuming kisses.

“Don’t blow up on me,” is your only retort, happily losing yourself to the weight of his kiss.

#baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios x reader #gale x reader #gale dekarios #gale dekarios fanfiction #reader insert #bg3 x reader #gale fanfic #ask #rotwrites

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the-banana-0verlord · 1 year

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hellou <3 this is my most personal request maybe :') , hdcns for the dorm leaders (separatly) with a fem reader who accidentally ends up making them laugh (maybe she says or does it is very random I don't know) leaving mc like a clown 🤡. .. although mc doesn't understand why they're laughing because she doesn't think it was a big deal ksjkdd well in summary: mc intentionally becomes the clown of the leaders ;u;)/

Thank you for the request!

Also a special thank you to @cup1dt3a for helping me with Riddle and Vil's part, very appreciated! :D

How the dorm leaders would react to the reader reacting to them laughing at something the reader said

Notes: Fem! reader but can be read as gn, since the only pronouns are You/your. All credits to the artist of the cover picture! Also some parts are shorter than others.

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Riddle Rosehearts

🥀You were studying in the library, a habit you've picked up very quickly as Riddle was a study freak(affectionate).

🥀He couldn't help but giggle everytime you mispronounced a word. However, he never felt the need to correct you so you had no idea why he was laughing.

🥀And Riddle isn't the type to laugh out of the blue, so you were even more confused.

🥀You quickly catched on as he explained to you. You then started to mispronounce the words voluntarily.

🥀At the end of none of you had learned a thing.

🥀He has a lingering feeling of guilt, because his mother would have never let him laugh like that during study time(which was practically always).

🥀Yet he couldn't stop himself for waiting hastily for your next study session, just to goof off with you again.

🦁🦁🦁

Leona Kingscholar

🦁If there's something you know, it's that Leona practically never laughs except sarcastically.

🦁But the way he laughed as of now... It felt real, and it was so unbelievable you could think he was mocking you.

🦁"Why'd you stop talking, Herbivore?" He asked as you stared at him mouth agape.

🦁Cute, he thought as you regained your spirits and blabbered akwardly an apology for staring.

🐙🐙🐙

Azul Ashengrotto

🐙You just have some way of speaking... It instantly brings a smile to his face everytime.

🐙He chuckled just thinking about it.

🐙When he looked up, he met your eyes that were sending "???".

🐙"Is something the matter? Are you admiring my beautiful face?

-Nah, just, why did you laugh at me?

-Laugh at you...?"

🐙Ah, he must have caused a quiproco with his laugh.

🐙"Worry not, it wasn't you I was laughing at.

-What, then?

-That is my little secret~"

🐙You would have made him swallow his smirk if he wasn't so pretty.

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Kalim Al-Asim

☀Well to be fair, he is laughing at everything you say because he thinks you're extremely funny.

☀But for the first time it happened, you were caught off guard. His laugh is loud and it resonated in your ears.

☀When he realised you were looking at him weirdly, he asked you what was the matter.

☀You brushed it off, and he was so oblivious he accepted your explanation.

☀As time went on, you learned it was just a joyful habit of his.

💅💅💅

Vil Schoenheit

💅Without realising it, you were the funniest person he knew. You would always drop snarky remarks that caught him off guard.

💅He snickers everytime, but he'S the only one to do so because he's the only one able to catch your subtilities.

💅Or maybe you're more prone to laughing to someone's jokes when you like them, who knows.

💅Anyhow, it took you long enough to realise he wasn't laughing at you, but at your jokes.

💅When the light finally switched in your head, you were glad to know someone appreciated your puns.

💅You wouldn't think someone like him would appreciate puns, but it's still nice.

🎮🎮🎮

Idia Shroud

🎮Oh he'd be caught dead if he ever made you think he was laughing at you.

🎮He'd be caught dead simply for looking at you, but I digress.

🎮Anyways in a world where it does happen, you're not even mad because his laugh is so wonky you start to laugh as well.

🎮Yeah he's the clown now.

🎮He immediately starts to whimper in embarrassement and you have to calm him down.

🐉🐉🐉

Malleus Draconia

🐉He wasn't really listening to what you were saying, he was too busy looking at your beautiful face. He thought about how lucky he was to ahve you, and chuckled.

🐉you, however, who wasn't living in his head, had no idea why he was laughing. Your dumbfounded face only made him laugh harder.

🐉It was his turn to be confused when you seemed upset. He hadn't imagined his actions could cause you pain.

🐉you forgot about it rather quickly, but Malleus didn't. He followed you like a lost puppy for weeks trying to be forgiven.

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Hope you enjoyed!

Have a good day/night!

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mall-0-ry · 2 years

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Hello! i'd liked to make another request, and i'm sorry that i kept on sending one! it's because you're the most active creator here.. soo0-- Can i request for 1st year scenario reactiom, of learning that MC/YUU/YN is dating their Housewarden

It’s alright to send requests! i do not really mind! i hope that this work that i did would be alright for you!

- GENDER NEUTRAL READER!

FIRST YEARS REACTION UPON FINDING OUT THAT MC/YUU/Y/N IS DATING THEIR HOUSE WARDEN.

ACE TRAPPOLA:

- He was shocked.

- How did he found out? well, he was trying to apologize for the trouble he caused, by bringing riddle a tart.

- He knocked at the door only to not get any answer, so he opened it and went inside.

- There he saw, You and Riddle Cuddling, while telling him how much you love him.

- He was too shocked to even move an inch.

- but he was too dumb to even keep quiet.

- So he, Shouted “ EW! “

after that, He was collared and was made to do a 6000 words apology, for barging in the room and making a ruckus.

- 100% told Deuce, unconsciously because he was complaining about the collar.

- “ Just because i found them cuddling and being lovey dovey, doesn’t mean he have to collar me! “

- in the end, he’s Very supportive, but he would still tease you and riddle!

Deuce Spade:

- Found out, because Ace was complaining, and had slipped the secret.

- asked you if it’s true.

- told him that it’s true, and was very happy that you found someone.

- Supportive Baby.

- promises to keep the secret.

- would definitely keep up his word.

- would bonk ace hard on the head, for teasing you two.

- while trying his best not to laugh.

- Makes sure that you won’t get into any trouble, because of Grim and Ace’s constant brawls. (maybe a little of his too.)

- “ The House-warden is looking for you, Y/N! “

- super supportive.

- like very.

- Have i mentioned about being supportive?

JACK HOWL:

- He knew.

- He already knew.

- At first, he was slightly shocked.

- He found you and Leona cuddling at the Botanical garden, when he was looking for you. so he put in the pieces that you two are together.

- Was told by Leona to protect you from trouble.

- so he’s often roped into “Trouble” that Ace, Deuce and grim dragged you into.

- He’s very supportive, but won’t show it.

- he’s one of the supportive Babies.

- “ you should go find Dorm-head leona, now “

EPEL FELMIER:

- He found out, he was shocked.

- He didn’t think that his House-warden would lower his standards *sobs* Just kidding~

- part of the supportive babies.

- Genuinely happy!

- why?

- because Vil has been directing his attention towards you and would often teach you about Makeup and etc.

- He’s as free as a bird!

- HOORAY!

- His happiness only lasted for a few seconds before Vil spotted him, and asked him to join.

- He could not refuse!

- very sad.

- gave a wonky smile before accepting.

- Vil told him his smile is ugly.

- he made it even more uglier

- He was then taken by rook, who Vil summoned to put an eye on him.

- He was slightly happy!

- Slightly teases you about your Relationship with Vil.

- Would often come by Ramshackle to give you the makeup kit vil bought for you, and some skin care products.

- Loves the thought that you wouldn’t be single and complaining.

ORTHO SHROUD:

- He was RoBotiCallY HapPy!

- Made a calendar reminder about your monthly Anniversary with Idia.

- calls you Big Sister/Brother

- doesn’t want to call you Sister/Brother in law.

- Would be the one bringing you gifts, that’s from idia.

- doesn’t mind being an Errand boy for Gifts.

- VERY SUPPORTIVE.

- supportive baby.

- hugs you every time he sees you in the hall.

- “ Big brother wants to play this game with you! you should stop by!”

SEBEK ZIGVOLT:

- WHAT?!? a MAGICLESS HUMAN IS DATING THE ALL MIGHTY OGOSH— MALLEUS SAMA?!?

- stalks you.

- still cannot accept.

- Still also cannot accept.

- Lowkey found you and Malleus cute together.

- Came to conclusion that

- If Malleus Sama is happy with you, then it’s alright.

- starts to slowly support your relationship.

- still would stalk you.

- screams at anybody who would come up to you to flirt.

- “ YOU SHALL NOT FLIRT WITH SOMEONE’S SIGNIFICANT OTHER! YOU LOWLY BEAST! MALLEUS SAMA WOULD BE ENRAGED!”

- Made the whole campus know about your relationship with the Dragon fae.

- was proud about it.

- got a scolding by lilia.

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onestepbackwards · 7 months

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Love That Bites Pt. 9

Hiiii! Welcome to part 9 of my Dracula x Reader fic! I hope you enjoy this chapter, though I apologize if it feels kinda wonky. I finally got a new pc built during writing, and a bunch of other stuff has happened. It was hard to piece it all together with so much happening in my life. I hope you all enjoy it though! Just in time for Nocturne to release :D Summary: After arriving in Dracula's castle, you can't help but feel you are in a dream, though you certainly wish it was to avoid the awkward air. Meanwhile, Dracula contemplates his next moves. After all, he's sure he's bound to be the center of the world's gossip mill when they find out he's caring for a Belmont.

CW: Anxiety, references to bad home life, injuries mentioned, blood drinking

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Sorting his affairs turned out to be a much more annoying endeavor than Dracula originally intended.

Despite this, he wasn’t all too surprised.

For the past few centuries, despite being the King of the Night, he has had very little presence in paranormal societies.

Every time he had been revived since this cursed cycle began, he had barely been alive long before a Belmont or some other hero would come and battle him to the death.

Even if for all intents and purposes he was the King of Vampires, he has had little or no time to rule.

He absentmindedly swirled his glass, before taking another sip.

There were two probable scenarios because of this.

Vampire covens and supernatural communities were in chaos.

Or-

They were in various communities across the globe, staking territory. He doubted any of them would be happy he was back to rule.

No one liked their own power to be threatened, after all.

Even when he was actively King, vampire covens and paranormal communities weren’t always happy to serve him. Many just did for his power, or the safety he offered.

Some felt the call of power from him and Castlevania itself. Others are uniquely tied to him and his castle. Those ones he hardly had to worry about.

No, he had a feeling his return wouldn’t be as happily accepted outside his usual circles. Most would probably only lend him an ear since he was Death’s master, and Chaos’ champion.

Did not mean they would be cooperative or happy.

He let out an agitated sigh. No doubt being killed over and over made him appear weak. Dracula suspected many would be aiming for his throat and his throne.

Nevermind the fact he was almost always slain just after being revived, before his powers ever had a chance to settle.

And he was sure many underestimated the power of the Belmonts. He may have always just woken up around each battle, but each Belmont still had power beyond belief.

“What a nuisance.” He muttered, downing more blood.

While normally he would handle this himself, he couldn’t afford to sit idly and wait for such pathetic attempts on his life and power from want-to-be rulers.

Dracula had a guest this time. He had you.

Back when his precious Lisa had still been alive, he had been alive for several centuries at that point. Almost every underling knew she was off limits, lest they desire something more painful than death itself.

Even those he knew wanted his head knew better than to go for his wife.

Lisa had been left alone by his servants and other creatures of the night. Ironic how it was the humans that took her from him.

The gall and irony humans had to call him and his own monsters after that. Bah.

The glass in his hand cracked, and he looked at it in annoyance.

Banishing it, another drink was brought to him as he continued to think.

Things were different this time. At least back then, no one dared to lay a finger on his wife. But now?

He had no doubts a target would be on both his head, and the Little Belmont’s.

Dracula was sure word was already spreading across the castle, and no doubt would soon do so to other communities nearby.

‘The Dracula? Taking in another human?’

He can already imagine the gossip.

The scowl on his face darkened.

It would only be a matter of time before word reached across the globe.

He knew you could take care of yourself, sure. You had told him several stories of hunts you had when he had been imprisoned, usually involving the death of a beast hunting innocents.

However, there was no way in hell you would survive in your current state. Whatever had happened, had intended to either permanently harm, or to kill you.

Dracula’s free hand gripped his throne tight, and he felt the arm of it splinter slightly.

How you received those injuries was a whole different issue that he would have to investigate later on. An issue he planned on thoroughly going over.

So for now, you were under his official protection while you healed.

Unless of course, you decided to go against your word. Though, Dracula heavily doubted you would do so.

You really were different then those who came before you.

This would not be easy, but when had it ever been? He was just thankful you knew how to defend yourself, and had the means to do so.

Once word got out, and you were healed, he also had suspicions you would be hunted. Either as a Belmont, Dracula’s human, or a ‘traitor’.

He may not have been privy to any sort of personal information regarding hunters and their circles, but he knew back a few centuries ago, helping out a ‘monster’ was a death sentence. It did not matter if they didn’t wish to harm humans, simply helping a beast was an act against god and humanity itself.

Hunters and the church considered such a person no better than the very beasts they hunted at that point.

Dracula doubted that sentiment was completely gone, even now in more modern times.

Reaching up, Dracula pinched the bridge of his nose in thought.

He had someone making potions for you at least. Hopefully you wouldn’t be badly injured for too long.

After that, he wondered if you would be opposed to staying here at his castle? You didn’t seem disgusted by it, nor did the castle seem to try and push you away like it did other intruders.

Those who were not welcome usually felt such pushes on their mind and body. Only the strong willed could push onwards past it.

Even his castle seemed to see you as a guest.

The castle bent to his will, sure, but it was still a being of Chaos. This small revelation also intrigued him, how such a being seemed not to mind your presence.

Perhaps it was that it also didn’t consider you a threat? It was obvious you currently had no intentions to fight him.

Dracula’s eyes narrowed, a presence pulling him out of his thoughts.

The room grew darker, and a familiar figure rose from the shadows. It flew around his throne, before giving a bow in front of him.

“Good to see you back, Master.”

Death.

Dracula looked over the divine being that had worked under him for centuries. His second in command, his devout lieutenant.

Dracula gave the being a brief nod of acknowledgment, and Death rose.

Even after all the deaths Dracula had endured, Death itself still remained loyal after all these years. He supposed he should count it as a blessing now.

“Report?” Dracula then idly asked, drinking from his glass.

“Things are running smoothly. Everyone is settling in quickly, as usual my lord.”

Dracula hummed.

“Good. Good.” He mumbled, mind still partially elsewhere.

A moment passed, and Death gripped his scythe.

“Master, if I may be so bold…”

Dracula held back a sigh, already having an inkling to what he was going to say.

“Do you think it is wise to have a hunter, let alone a Belmont residing in the castle?”

There it was. He knew his subordinates would be asking sooner or later. He wasn’t particularly surprised Death was the first to make an inquiry.

“They pose no threat. This Belmont is… different from the others. I would like to speak with them properly about our standing with one another as soon as they are recovered.”

He then looked Death in the face.

“They are not to be harmed while under my care. Do I make myself clear?”

Death studied him for a moment, probably wondering if he had a few screws loose, before nodding his head.

“As you wish, milord.”

Death was silent, and a beat passed. Dracula hoped his warning managed to sink into the other entity’s skull.

He was no stranger to the fact Death was his most avid supporter. Although Death had always followed his orders, the entity didn’t shy away from making its own decisions if he felt it was best for his master.

Staying within Dracula’s orders, but bending the rules just enough to do his own thing if he could get away with it.

Typically Dracula didn’t mind. Death was his most trusted lieutenant for a reason.

However, he couldn’t help but feel Death may try and get around this one rule if it felt it was best.

As much as he hated it, he would have to keep an eye on all his close subordinates.

Dracula tried not to focus on the growing migraine building in his head.

“Now, what of the vampire covens across the earth?”

Death gave him a subtle crooked grin, and Dracula had a sinking feeling he would need another drink before returning to see you.

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Dracula’s castle was far more pleasant than you would like to admit.

Your brain was in and out of a fog, but even then you could appreciate just how nice the guest room and washroom alone were.

You almost felt like royalty with how classy and intricate the rooms were, and how they had convenient modern touches.

Never had you stayed somewhere so elaborate and fancy. All the hotels you have been in couldn’t even come close to compare.

Even now as you laid in the giant bed with its soft, velvet sheets, you couldn’t help but be amazed.

Kinda ironic, the home of your ‘enemy’ was way better than any place you had ever stayed at.

Besides maybe your own home before your step family took over, you supposed, though that was a long time ago.

Slowly rolling onto your back, you winced as your wounds flared and your stomach churned. You continued to admire your setting.

The bed had a beautiful silk canopy around it, and you still couldn’t help but be enamored by it.

Or by it all, really. Even if it was a bit overwhelming.

…Just how long has it been?

You had been in and out of sleep, occasionally slipping into a doze before startling awake. The time was lost to you.

In retrospect, you couldn’t help it. Your instincts were going haywire from… well, everything.

The bed and sheets were nice at least. Almost too nice.

You were used to your old sheets, or stiff bed sheets you’d find in cheap hotels.

Not soft satin sheets and pillows that were as fluffy as a cloud.

There was also the glaring fact you were in monster territory. Despite how nice the decor was, it was something on the back of your mind also keeping you up.

Yes, Dracula said you were a guest, but it was hard to lower your guard when you knew just outside the door were monsters roaming up and down the halls. That this whole castle was filled to the brim with the paranormal and monster kind.

You were also a hunter, and a notorious one from a notorious family at that.

It wasn’t hard to imagine some monsters may go ahead and take a shot at you, regardless of Dracula’s orders.

To some, it may be worth it to suffer Dracula’s wrath or ire if it meant eradicating you from existence. It wasn’t exactly a secret that a lot of the paranormal hated you.

You carefully laid on your side, and looked out the window.

A small comfort. Originally, the window had been covered by thick curtains. However, you had pulled them aside to attempt to relieve your anxiety.

The clouds were dark. You couldn’t tell if it was night or day at this point. Perhaps that was the point.

But you were so tired. Exhausted.

You really couldn’t even sleep if you wanted to, knowing Dracula, or at least a servant, would be bringing you a meal sometime soon.

The hunter in your soul didn’t wish to be taken off guard, even if it was to be fed.

A small part of you wondered if you should even eat. Your instincts whispered in your mind about poisons, warning you of incoming death.

But that was ridiculous. Imagine it, you, a hunter, dying from poison.

No, if Dracula wanted you dead, he would have killed you by now. By his own hand no less, you were sure.

Still, that didn’t stop your instincts from making things difficult.

You curled in on yourself a bit tighter, wincing when some of the stitches tugged. Reluctantly, you adjusted to keep them from stretching.

You reached over, and grabbed the nearby pillow, and hugged it close to your body for some comfort.

It smelled nice.

That was another issue. You were so sleep deprived and struggling with blood loss, your brain liked to bring up such things, no matter how much you were trying to shut them out.

Gripping the pillow tighter, you felt your face form into a sour look.

“What am I going to do…” You mumbled, closing your eyes again.

At least if you didn’t sleep, lying here would be some rest. Better than none.

Though you hated to admit how much you jumped when you heard a brief, but loud knocking against the door. Talk about acting like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs…

You sat up in bed with a wince, and you noticed that no one seemed to enter. Another knock followed the previous one. Your heart pounded in your chest.

“Uh… Come in…?” you called out, uncertain. Were they waiting to see if you were awake, or what?

The doorknob slowly turned, and you felt like the breath was punched out of you when Dracula stepped through.

Right. He had mentioned he would return.

He looked different though. Better, if you had to put a word to it. He wasn’t particularly disheveled to begin with, but now he didn’t look as… Hungry? Irritated? It was hard to figure out the words.

The Lord of the Night had also changed. Similar style, dark cloak and all, though he had on a vest with a dark red dress shirt underneath, and some sort of fancy slacks.

You imagined you probably would have wanted to change too if you had been wearing the same clothes as a stone statue for however many years.

But seeing Dracula again? You hated to admit how he practically took your breath away.

His power and presence were just as intimidating as before, and he wasn’t even angry. How did your ancestors handle him before, when he felt this powerful without seemingly intending to harm you?

Dracula looked you over briefly as he walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. Even if there were no traces of malice on his face, a shiver still ran down your spine, instincts still screaming to run or fight.

You swallowed your nerves down as he walked closer.

He stopped at the side of your bed, and once again, you had to crane your neck just to see him at his full height.

That is, until with the wave of his hand, a chair nearby in the room came scooting forward. It came to a stop behind him, and he sat down without a glance.

Internally, you hoped your awe wasn’t blatantly on your face.

When he sat, he crossed his legs, before holding a tray with some sort of bowl on it. He held it forward, and you blinked at it slowly.

“I hope you are resting well, Little Belmont. I had some servants make you some soup. I fear eating solids may upset your stomach, which would aggravate your injuries if you were to grow sick.” He spoke, his voice low and deep. Even if he wasn’t loud, his voice still seemed to vibrate in your chest.

It took his words a few moments to register, and you looked between him, and the tray. He took in your expression for a moment, before speaking once more.

“If you fear it has been tampered with, I assure you my servants-”

“Oh, no… It’s fine. Sorry, I’m…” You spoke, cutting him off, ignoring how your pulse spiked when you realized you did so.

“S-Sorry… My head is a bit foggy, is all…” You then explained, before shakily reaching for the tray.

Dracula was quick, or perhaps, your brain really was slow. He held out a hand, and quite gently might you add, set the tray down on your lap.

“Of course. You must not exert yourself, and you must eat. I do not know how long it has been since you last ate, but you need something in your stomach.”

As if hearing the conversation, your stomach loudly growled, and you felt your face flush in embarrassment. When was the last time you ate? This morning? Night before last? You couldn’t exactly remember…

It was brief, but you swore you could have seen Dracula’s lips twitch upward seeing you grow flustered. It must have been your foggy mind and imagination. Or not, he could be internally laughing at you. Who knows?

Meanwhile, Dracula knew he had been right to bring you soup. He just hoped you could hold it down.

Though he didn’t want to admit how… endearing it was seeing you grow flustered like that. For a Belmont, you were quite the adorable human.

He would never admit it of course, but hell save him if Death ever found out he had such thoughts. Dracula would never hear the end of it.

Especially considering such thoughts were about a Belmont. Someone he should be wasting no time slaying.

But he wouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

There was something so different about you, even now, as he watched you pick up the spoon and attempt to eat.

You didn’t stare at him with burning hate in your eyes, but curiosity. There was a sharp mind behind those eyes that asked questions. Someone who didn’t just jump to conclusions.

Was it so wrong he wanted to see more of that, especially in the family of his enemies, who had blindly ran and fought? Killing innocents of his kind?

He was no saint, far from it. But he knew of many others the Belmont clan had killed.

But you… You were so different. He didn’t wish to say it outloud, but he wished to push forward that way of thinking. Perhaps he could even find a middle ground with you.

You weren’t just some ‘scary hunter’. The Little Belmont in front of him showed so much more, showing the better qualities of humanity.

His face almost soured at the thought, but even he could admit every one in a million, perhaps one good human was born. You seemed to be that one in a million exception so far.

Just like Lisa had been.

He decided not to think too much on what that could mean, though he hoped it promised good things in the near future.

It was quiet for a while, and Dracula couldn’t help but study you as you ate. First and foremost, it was to watch and make sure your body could handle it.

But he had his own selfish reasons for doing so.

He could move again. React to you. Speak to you. Touch you.

However, he found it hard to speak. There were many things he wanted to talk about with you, and half of them he intended on waiting until you were a little bit healthier.

Anything he thought of before now though, was suddenly caught on his tongue as he observed.

Perhaps it would be better this way. Dracula prided himself on being charismatic and influential, but that was amongst the supernatural. This was a Belmont, and he knew things were… shaky at best.

However, as he watched you try and consume more of the soup, he found himself managing to say something.

“Are you feeling alright? Adjusting well?”

Briefly, you tensed when he spoke, before you seemed to force yourself to relax. He made a mental note of that reaction, wondering if it was because of him, or if it was a natural response.

Dracula could understand it if it was from him, given the circumstances, but even he could tell there was something off about it. He didn’t like the feeling settling in his gut over the bigger picture.

“It hurts a lot, but I’ll live.” You spoke, your voice still rough, but sounding leagues better than before. For a moment, it looked as if you wanted to say more, but held your tongue.

Interesting.

You were still for a moment, struggling to look at him. No doubt you were still having trouble thinking clearly, and struggling with everything that had happened. Have you even slept?

He had his doubts you’ve even rested. You may not look as manic like before, but you looked completely exhausted.

For a moment, he briefly thought about using his abilities to make you sleep. It was something Lisa would request on occasion if she hadn’t felt well or couldn’t settle.

However, he stomped that idea down. The last thing you needed was him using his powers like that on you, unless explicitly agreed upon. Even though you were… receptive of him taking care of you at the moment, he didn’t want to shatter that small bit of trust.

Given that he had suspicions about your home life, he imagined just the small bit of trust you had given him at all was momentous. Dracula couldn’t afford to lose that. Not now.

Though Dracula hated the odd pain in his chest as he stared at you. He was worried. Something he didn’t think he would ever feel again.

“Thank you, by the way.”

His eyes were on your face in an instant as you spoke.

“I… You didn’t have to take care of me. I do appreciate it.” You spoke, your eyes still on the bowl in your lap.

Your voice was small, and quiet. Dracula could tell though, saying that must have taken strength.

You didn’t see his eyes soften ever so slightly.

“You are welcome. As my guest, I will do my best to make sure you are taken care of.”

Internally you wanted to scream. You hated how much you liked the sound of that. When was the last time anyone cared enough to take care of you? Your mother before she had died all those years ago?

It had been way too long, and it was Dracula who was seemingly wanting to take care of you.

Damn your foggy mind.

A few moments of silence passed.

“I… Um…” You began, unsure on how to word this.

“About when you were a statue…”

You had so many questions, but didn’t know where to begin. Was it even a good idea to ask in the state you were in?

“You could hear and see everything, right?” you asked tentatively.

Dracula was silent for a moment, red eyes staring into you. It seemed he was contemplating what to say, and you tried not to get nervous as the seconds awkwardly ticked onward.

“Indeed I was. I was aware the moment you stepped foot in my castle the first time, though I was not aware it was a Belmont, not at first.”

His voice was still like velvet. No wonder vampires were such good hunters if they could talk like him.

You really needed to force yourself to sleep. Maybe if you smacked your head hard enough on the table, you could knock yourself out before you did or thought anything weirder.

Clenching your fist, you attempted to figure out what to say next.

“Um…”

Internally you cursed yourself for making this awkward. Why did you have to bring this up?

“Then… What now?” You asked, trying to find some semblance of what comes next. Just because he was taking care of you didn’t make everything all happy and cheery.

You couldn’t wash away centuries of history and bloodshed out of nowhere.

Dracula shifted, then reached over to the bedside table, and grabbed a glass of water. You looked at it confused.

When had he brought that in?

Before you could ask, he was gently holding it out to you.

“We can discuss that after you have rested. We have much to go over, but worrying about that and discussing it while you are injured won’t help your healing.”

He looked away a moment, as if contemplating what to say, before his eyes met your own once again.

“You have gained my interest and respect, enough to hear you out and discuss everything. When you are in a state to do so, of course.”

A part of you opened your mouth to speak, as if to say you could do it now, but you froze. Your eyes landed on the glass he still held out.

After a moment, you closed your mouth, and took the glass.

In that moment, you couldn’t help but feel like some sort of agreement or contract was formed, as if your fate was sealed.

As you sipped the refreshing water though, and looked over at Dracula himself, who seemed pleased you accepted the drink…

…You wondered if this would really be that bad?

Perhaps your future wouldn’t be as bleak as you thought.

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bleedingichorhearts · 2 months

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𝖂𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Uh, apologies?

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: I do not ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏɴᴇ these 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

TW // Disownment, Assault, Angst? Yandere Themes.

There was something about being a child of the rich. It wasn't as fun people thought it would be. It was… lonesome, exhausting in a way.

Especially, for a child that just wanted to be recognized by their own blood. That wanted to be held, and coddled just like their siblings did. To be read a book to settle down into bed with. To be cooed at and laughed at. To be running away from her guardians with glee. To be just loved, just like her siblings did.

What made her so different?

What made her to be the outcast? The black sheep? She wasn’t anything different than her siblings, was she? She looked like a normal child to her, but why can’t her mother love her the same way, and not send her off to do her studies? Why can’t her father teach her just like he did to her sibling? …Maybe they just needed time to recognize her? Maybe she needed to prove her worth? Yes, that must be it!

So, she waited, and waited, and waited until these golden knights showed up just as another of their siblings was born. They were huuuuuuge, and in different colors too! They were nothing compared to what she's been reading in the books! Their helmets, a little wonky, but it's just another thing she will have to deal with as she continued to wait for her parents' recognition.

She waited for them through a couple more seasons. Her hopes, high for any day they might give her anything that resembles a real hug. She's been watching long enough to know what was real and what wasn’t. She’s seen them fight before; right in front of her too. She's seen them drink their heads off. Laughing about anything and anyone that is deemed funny enough to them, then start a fight about it?

That part confused her. Why drink something that made you fight, and miserable afterward?

The golden knights confused her too. They were hanging around with her a lot more when they should be hanging around with the rest of her family. She knows her family doesn’t like it so that means she shouldn’t either, right? But with any attempt she has made for the golden knights to dislike her was proven false afterward, and it irritated her. Why can’t they just leave her alone?! That’s what her parents wanted, right? For her to be left alone?

She tried throwing heavy blankets, and pillows over the railing when one of the golden knights would pass by. Landing on their helmet and obstructing their view. Only for them to pull off the blanket and look up at her with a questioning tilt of their helmet. She's tried hiding the books that one of them was reading. Which, in her opinion, she won because it took him a day or two to find it again. She's even tried wandering the streets of the city, only to be carried right back to the house by one of them. She was so sure they wouldn’t be able to find her because she had lost herself too.

These actions, of course, didn’t come without some grounding from her parents, but if it meant getting a fraction of their favor. She can handle the extra weight.

Though, there was a time where she realized that she will never be loved the same way as her siblings. She will never be loved by her parents. She might as well never have been loved at all, and deep down. That scared her.

She strictly remembers staying up late one night. Wandering the halls of the modern mansion at one of her father’s hosted parties that lasted halfway through the night. She could hear their drunken laughs, and the slamming of their drinks on the tables. How someone laughed at a higher pitch than them all. Unlike the rhythmic laugh they do together. She had even questioned herself if they were female or not.

Nevertheless, she was simply wandering the halls, too restless to fall back asleep. Not like she could anyways. It was too loud for her to do so. Her room wasn’t all that far from the main entertainment rooms, nor the laundry room. So, it would be a while for her to go back to bed.

She was also surprised that she hadn’t seen one of the golden knights yet. They usually were more active when there was a party going on. Patrolling the halls. Busy trying to keep people in their place, within their area. Except for one that managed to bypass them.

The bypasser was a young-looking man dressed in a messy black, and white tux as he stumbled into the hall she was in. His form hunched over with an arm to his mouth. Trying not to puke up whatever he’s eaten. His green unfocused eyes staring at the ground before acknowledging her.

“Where you wonderin’ little gal?” The man slurred, grinning as he tried to steady himself. His suit stinking heavily with alcohol. His pupils, bigger than average; pink too. Meaning he drank too much than he should have.

The hairs on the back of her neck rose. Her shoulders tensed as the man took a slow step towards her. She knows this wasn’t a friendly man. She’s seen what a friendly man was like; they were kind, generous, and happy. Not drenched of alcohol, not wobbly and unfocused, creepy, this man is creepy.

It reminded her of a monster in one of her books. How this monster would come in through the bedroom window and steal the children away and into the dark where he emerged from. The book never specified what the monster did to the children afterward, but a child can imagine, and they can imagine big.

“C-Come over here.” The man hiccupped, nearly falling flat on his face after he tripped on a rug. Pulling it out from underneath an end table. A loud thud going off as the table tipped to the ground. The man huffed in response and looked back at the fallen table while she turned around to get out of there. She knows that he was a very, very bad man. How couldn’t he be? He was described as one of the monsters!

What the little girl couldn't expect was an object to be thrown at her. Hitting her right in the back of her head and shattering. Making her fall down to the ground. She even couldn’t register the pain yet, too busy hearing her own little heartbeat in her ears. Too busy scrambling away from the man who gave chase.

She yelped as she turned a corner. Hearing the man slam into the wall with slurs coming out of his mouth. Never has she's been so close to a drunk man before. She only watched them from afar, never coming close to them like her siblings did. They never were this… angry. They never hit her siblings like this one hit her.

She desperately dashed for a cubby hole that she had found while wandering another of her restless nights. Knowing that if she tried going back to her room when she really wanted to, she could end up putting herself in a bad situation just like in those horror movies she's seen her father watch.

Spotting the cubby hole. She flung herself into it just as the man had caught her leg, trying to pull her back out as she kicked and screamed at the man to let her go. Her arms nearly failing on her to keep herself inside of the cubby hole until she managed to kick the man right in the face.

Scrambling inside. She tucked herself all the way up against the other wall of the cubby hole and in the corner while she held her breath. Silent tears going down her cheeks as she watched the man try and shove himself in the cubby hole with her too. His arms thrashing all around in order to snatch her right back out there. A lot more curses falling from his mouth before he finally stopped. A snap shushing his foul mouth. His unmoving form being taken away before being replaced with a shine of gold. The blare of a red visor staring right back at her.

The golden knight cooed out to her, but she didn’t move a single inch. Replaying the events in her head. Wondering why one would do such a thing until she passed out in the cubby hole. Running out of breath to hold. Running out of energy to cry. Her form curling around herself.

She woke up the next morning with a headache, but she stayed in that space for almost three days. Quietly weeping, thinking; waiting.

Waiting for someone to acknowledge that she was gone, except for the golden knights. That have tried everything within their power to make her come out without having to smash through the wall and get her themselves. They really wanted to, but they didn’t want to spook her anymore then she already was. They wanted her to trust them. So, they brought her food that she never would eat. They brought her hobbies that she might like to play with, but still. They sit there at the entrance of the cubby hole untouched.

She wanted her family, her own blood to recognize her. Not these… colored bananas that shouldn't have been with her in the first place. Her family didn’t like her around them. So that means she shouldn’t be around them either, but never once, did her family call out for her. Never once, did her family make an effort to find her. Not once, did they acknowledge her disappearance. Even when the next day was her birthday.

That’s when she realized she was just a watcher, an observer of the household. She was nothing more than a camera in the corner, or a phantom that wandered the empty halls at night. Only to be walked though like a ghost in the morning. She was never a daughter to them. She never will be. She never was.

She came out of that cubby hole the day after her birthday. Hungry, thirsty and… different.

She never ran to anyone like the maids the house hired that she trusted. She didn’t speak much as she used to. She never picked up any toys she loved. She just kept to herself, and her studies as she grew. Ignoring whatever might drive her away from it, and she watched.

She just watched.

Watched how her siblings tore into her things she used to love. Watched as her parents continued to treat her like she wasn’t there. Watched how the maids, or babysitters tried to cheer her up like she once did. Watched how the golden knights even tried being just a little closer than before, but it ended up with her “grounded” for nothing. She watched as her birthday’s zoomed by without a lit candle on a cake or even just on a cupcake, and she continued to watch the days of her creation pass by like any other day.

She also noticed a lot more things that way.

Her father liked to cheat behind her mother's back while she would do the same at 1:00A.M. and 3:00AM. sharp. Her brothers, and sisters doing the same, just worse? They would steal each other's girlfriend or boyfriend, and that was just a loop of disastrous events. Her father liked to drink, and gamble at some casino not too far from here. Her mother also goes there to get laid by another rich man. Just waiting on the day, the two catch one another, not they haven’t before. Oh, and her father's businesses were failing. That he told nobody about. Too afraid of his own failure, and that brings us to the “Golden Knights.” The Adeptus Custodes that she does not have much on.

All she knows is they are annoying. Following her around like she was some royal to them, and her parents hated that. Hated they couldn't do anything about it, but who’s to say anything to a 9ft tall, armored warrior that shuts you up by just staring at you? Not her parents, and certainly not the crackhead down the street.

Though, it makes her wonder why the Adeptus Custodes are truly here? Out of all the places they could have gone to they chose to be here. She knows they weren't being “controlled” by her father. They were to… divine looking to be swayed by his horrible contracts. So, why were they here? What was their purpose? There was nothing special for them here.

Furthermore, making her untrusting to them. No matter what they did. She didn’t trust them, and it's all they wanted. For her to trust them. For her to come to them and use them as their shield. To relish in their protection. To love them just as they loved her.

Please, trust us little one. We will wait a millennium if we have to.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #fanfiction #yandere custodes #adeptus custodes #x reader #reader insert #tw: disownment #tw: assault #tw: angst #?#tw: yandere #that’s a trigger warning?#the more you know

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There's discussion of ronance under the cut! so if that's not your thing maybe skip this and the next part :)

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

The sunset finds Steve sitting on a log, methodically breaking apart graham crackers and chocolate bars on top of a cooler.

Jonathan and Argyle are rolling joints beside him, sitting on a separate log and making light conversation with him.

Eddie's building a fire in front of them, a few feet away, just out of earshot. Steve loses the thread of conversation every now and then because he keeps getting distracted by Eddie's arms.

Some crackers and chocolate bars are unevenly split too. It's Eddie's fault that they're all wonky.

The taller boy (he will not let Steve forget this) is splitting a few dry logs into smaller ones using the cabin's axe.

He found and donned some leather work gloves, his tattoos shift as his arms flex, there are flashes of armpit hair every couple of swings, and there's sweat slowly dripping down his forehead.

Steve's doing his absolute best not to stare but it's very difficult.

When Eddie swipes the sweat off his brow and strips the gloves to bring out his pocket knife, Steve gets a coughing fit that Argyle has to bring him out of by clapping his back.

"Whoa there man, are you okay?" Argyle asks him,

Steve just franticaly nods as Jonathan snickers beside them.

Just as Eddie settles down in a crouch and starts shaving wood off the sides of the smaller logs, the girls come back from their walk.

Nancy walks to Eddie, offers a handful of dry pinecones and sets about arranging the logs.

Jonathan and Argyle announce they need popcorn and go back to the cabin to make some.

Robin has something trapped inside her hands.

She walks towards Steve, stands behind him and leans down to place her arms around his neck. Her hands remain closed, so that whatever is between them is now right in front of Steve's face.

"Guess what I got" she says, leaning her chin on top of Steve's head.

"That better not be a skunk, Bobbie"

Robin giggles "Have your ever seen a skunk, dingus? My hands are tiny!"

"A baby skunk, then" Steve amends, tone whiny.

Robin snorts, "Shut up. Look,"

As she opens her hands a tiny light shines out of them. Steve gasps.

"Hi!" he says, waving his index finger at the firefly,

"His name's Harold," Robin supplies.

"What? That sucks" Steve accuses, trying to look up at her, but only jostling her head a bit.

Robin gasps, "It's a perfectly good name for a firefly!" she protests, digging her chin atop his head.

Steve ducks his head and half turns in her arms, gives her a look and then turns back.

"How are the wife and kids, Harold?" he asks the bug,

Robin doesn't miss a beat, "He's gay, Steve. You should know better",

Steve can't help but laugh loudly at that.

Robin rushes to close her hands back up,

"Stop! you're scaring him!" she accuses, though there's a smile on her face.

Steve sobers up and puts down the two cracker halves in his hands to pry Robin's hands open again,

"Harold, I sincerely apologize." he offers in a gravely tone.

The bug turns around in Robin's hands.

"I think that means I'm forgiven" Steve says, looking up at her.

Robin chuckles and gently places the bug on top of Steve's left knee, moving to sit beside him.

Steve smiles at Harold before looking at her from the side,

"You having fun?" Steve checks in,

Robin smiles at him, throws her right arm around him and leans her chin against his shoulder.

"I am!" she answers "How about you?" she asks in return, half hugging him.

Steve presses his cheek against her in appreciation, just for a moment before he answers,

"Yeah, I'm having fun too" he smiles,

"Good. I wasn't lying earlier, when I said that suits you" Robin points out, drawing back without letting go of him, to look up at Eddie's bandana still on his hair.

Steve feels his cheeks start to burn.

"Shutup." he mutters defensively "he's-" Steve turns to look at Eddie, who's now fanning the flames of the fire he started and fanning himself every couple of seconds, making the few strands of hair that fell from his bun flap about wildly.

Steve can't help the smile on his face.

"Great. He's just great" he says honestly, feeling a little in awe of just how much he really likes Eddie.

Robin lets go of him only to jab her elbow in his ribs,

"See!" she says "I knew you had to make a move!"

"You were right." Steve concedes, "Not that I'm- I just mean he didn't seem put-off or anything when I tried flirting a little,"

"Of course he didn't! Steve!!" she protests,

"I know. I know," Steve says, reminded of the many times they've discussed his insecurities.

He relays his conversation with Jonathan then, and she listens, pointing out that putting it all together definitely makes it clear why Eddie hadn't made a move yet, and how Steve definitely has a chance.

"Yeah. I hope so," Steve says,

Robin rolls her eyes at his cautiousness and watches Harold finally fly away. Her eyes fall on Nancy, across from them.

Steve moves his eyes away to finish breaking off the last couple of crackers from the bunch.

Steve can admit he felt a pang of jealousy the first time he noticed his best friend laughing too hard at something Nancy said, but he quickly realized he was jealous of Nancy, he was worried she'd take Robin from him. An irrational fear that he also went through with Eddie, when he and Robin got close.

Whatever attempt Steve made at reviving the spark between him and Nancy in the upside down, got flipped right side up as soon as they were out of that hellish time.

Which was fortunate, because Nancy was still in a relationship back then, and Steve actually didn't feel like trying to woo the girl that broke his heart years ago.

Not to mention, they were different people now.

And he could admit now that he had freaked out. He'd seen the prettiest boy he'd ever known smirking at him and calling him metal and Steve had felt himself fall violently, far quicker than he was ready to.

So he'd grabbed on to whatever solid ground he could find, and he didn't have much of that.

It was just stupid. They hadn't really talked about it but Nancy had dropped by Eddie's room at the hospital a couple of times, she'd seen how devastated Steve was and she was never dumb. Steve could see the realization on her and luckily, the relief too.

Slowyly but surely they've arrived back to a place where Steve is glad to have her in his life again. He wouldn't hesitate to have dinner with her any day now, and every one of their friends know what they have is purely friendship.

So when he noticed her half-flirting with Robin at their job again, Steve tried to communicate to her that same understanding and relief with the same look.

And Nancy seemed like she got it.

Steve's fairly certain she and Robin would be good together, he's told Robin as much, but she disagrees, denied that she was attracted to their friend at first, and now refuses to give them a shot.

When he looks back up Robin's still looking at her, her cheeks on the verge of a smile.

Steve, done with his task, wipes his hands on his jeans.

"Are you sure there's nothing there?" Steve asks softly, for maybe the fifth time since Robin and Nancy met.

Looking back at that time now, with his own feelings out of the way, Steve can see clear as day, that Robin was into her from the start.

Robin looks at him now, and her face falls into the same caught look it always does when this comes up. She sighs,

"Are you sure you wanna ask me that?" she counters

"Robbie!"

"Dingus!"

"I want you to be happy," Steve tries,

"Even if it means I make a move on your ex?" she asks, her voice bitter,

"She's my friend too, Robs!" he protests,

"She broke your heart, Steve,"

"Years ago! And-"

"Not that many," Robin interrupts,

"And!" Steve emphasizes, "We're different people now,"

"You were practically offering her six babies not a year and a half ago," Robin points out,

"And you and I both agreed that that was a little bit crazy of me and a clear lapse in my judgement." Steve reminds her, "She doesn't want that. And I don't want that with her. I don't want anything with her beyond friendship and you know it,"

Robin doesn't look convinced.

"I don't care what you say. It would be weird." she says,

"Not for me, if that's what you're implying," Steve tells her,

"You've said that about other things when you did mind!" Robin accuses,

"And you've called me out on it!" Steve counters, "And I'm working on not doing that anymore. And it's not what I'm doing now!"

"I'm not gonna put my happiness before yours," Robin tells him,

Steve turns to her fully, straddling the log between them,

"I'm not asking you to do that, Robbie. I'm asking you not to put MY happiness before yours." he says, "Not even!" he amends, "I'm asking you not to put my comfort before your happiness."

Robin grimaces.

"What if you do mind? Down the line?" she asks,

"You can't base your decisions on hypotheticals." Steve protests, growing impatient, "And especially not on hypotheticals about my feelings, Rob!"

"Don't be an asshole. You're important to me!" she protests,

Steve sighs.

He reaches out and takes one of Robins hands in his own.

"And you're just as important to me," he tells her, "but i don't need you to protect me Robin. I'm not made of glass." he looks into her eyes as he goes on, "Yeah, maybe I'll be uncomfortable at some point, but I've been uncomfortable before and I'll be uncomfortable in the future,"

"I don't wanna be the cause of that," Robin says quietly, squeezing Steve's heart.

She moves to stradle the log too, facing Steve.

Steve offers her a soft smile.

"I know." he says, rubbing her knuckles in an attempt to reassure her, "You wouldn't be. Even if I saw you and Nance happy together and it made me uncomfortable, it wouldn't be because you decided to be with her, or because you're happy with her, Robs. It would be because she's my ex and she broke my heart. That's not on you,"

Robin looks like she wants to say something else but then changes her mind.

"It would be weird," she insists half-heartedly.

Steve understands what she doesn't say, that she wants him to let it go.

"Okay." He concedes, taking her other hand and lacing their fingers. "Fine then. I won't bring it up again. I just ask that you don't- Don't think of me as this, this responsibility, okay? I don't wanna be that, I wanna be your best friend." he says, tugging on her hands a bit.

"Idiot." She calls him with a hesitant smile, clearly still awkward with displays of affection.

Steve chuckles. She tugs his hands towards her,

"I love you" she says.

It's not lost on Steve how this requires effort from her. He brings their hands to his lips and kisses the back of her palms, one and then the other, making her giggle.

"And I love you," Steve tells her, he untangles their hands and returns to his previous position, reaching for the big bag of marshmallows sitting next to the cooler.

"Now help me roast these," he requests, opening the bag, "this is as far as I came when I was little"

"Oh, did you have a maid that roasted your marshmallows growing up?"

"I hate youuuuuuu" Steve complains, and throws a marshmallow at her head.

part 6

#steddie lake fic #steddie headcanon #.#WE NEED A FIREFLY EMOJI #lmk if Nance isn't actually in a relationship in this last season???? i don't actually know this is just what i gathered off like that gif #of her hugging jonathan lol #n e ways as always #ooc #also let me.know if the timeline is confusing with that year and a half comment #the idea is Nance and Jargyle already went back and then came to Hawkins again this summer. and they're leaving again soon #does that make sense?#idk #not using the steddie tags bc this is not that much steddie #we'll get there tho i promise #🦟💡?#oh no it's 🪰🔥!#it was there all along

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modern au (but all the upside down shit still happened but is over now) party plays minecraft + byler isn’t together yet but theyre on the verge of getting together and mike and el are long broken up + everyone’s fending for themselves except mike keeps giving all of his resources to will and once everyone realizes, they start giving him shit for it/teasing mike about how he treats will so gently. and while they’re arguing in vc and tabbed out of minecraft, will is running around and killing all of them for their loot which he then puts in his and mike’s chest. mike is literally THE will defender, he’s a literal paladin guarding will from all of the mobs: will, gently harvesting crops mike, obliterating any monster that even Looks at will eventually el and max team up on mike and chase him, all while mike shrieks in the vc about “it’s not fair for these two to team up on me!!!! theyre conspiring against me!!! ” dustin builds the most insane redstone contraptions ever, and will patiently listens to dustin explain how they work, even if he doesn’t fully understand it. dustin also tames as many wild animals as he physically can lucas builds literally the cutest house for him and max ever. max accidentally blows part of it up while trying to kill mike with tnt. max and lucas repair the house together. eventually el also joins in with customizing the house and adding little details!! jonathan starts playing for the first time one day + they ALL gang up on him and for the next hour, he’s dead within 2 seconds of spawning in. will tells everyone to stop eventually because “im pretty sure i can hear one of his blood vessels bursting from the other room” nancy joins eventually too, and SHES the most brutal of them all. she’ll take down anyone for their loot. mike is begging for mercy but she kills him and takes his stuff anyway. she doesn’t have the heart to kill will or el, though. she does, however, ask them nicely to give her some items because she’s just starting out. will and el oblige because nancy is lowkey terrifying. will dies in minecraft in front of mike because mike couldn’t kill a creeper in time and mike starts actually crying in the vc and everyone sort of feels bad because while yes it’s just minecraft, and sure, mike is maybe overreacting, trauma is weird and mike still isn’t over will having almost died in the final battle against the mindflayer/henry. will goes to the next room irl, where mike is, and just sits with him for awhile. suzie starts playing eventually, and her and dustin build extremely complex castles and neverending story sculptures. someone (max) accidentally (while trying to kill mike AGAIN) blows up part of the structure, and suzie traps her in a strange eternal redstone rollercoaster hellscape for awhile until max apologizes. the core party + max and el fight the ender dragon together. will and mike are the ones who land the killing blow. this makes mike feel slightly better about will’s death earlier. like lucas and el and max, mike and will have an adorable house for themselves except the rooms mike decorated are kind of wonky, but will loves those rooms the most. dustin is a madman who builds a sculpture/replica of the mindflayer based on will’s drawings. mike yells at dustin over vc for doing this. will, although he freaked out for a milisecond at first, is laughing his ass off over it because it’s honestly a pretty fantastic recreation suzie, now in cahoots with max after resolving their initial differences, is also sick of hearing mike and will swoon over eachother in vc, and therefore uses her hacking skills to change will’s username to “mikelover”. will, although embarrassed, does not deny the allegations. mike is flustered. dustin’s tamed animals start living in lucas, el and max’s house since he doesnt really have a proper house, just a handful of extravagant castles with too many rooms to keep track of and a lot of sculptures unfit for pet habitation. el names all of the creatures that dustin hasn’t named yet. mike has a coolass diamond sword. he takes the time to go and find diamonds for will because he doesn’t want will to feel left out because he doesn’t have a cool diamond sword. will insists that it’s fine and that he doesn’t need a sword, but mike makes him one anyway. mike also helps will build a coolass wizard tower for himself. when the party first goes to the nether, they’re uncomfortably reminded of the upside-down/vecna’s mindscape. also will thinks the ghasts are adorable. max is throwing hands with the zombie pig men. max bullies the villagers because their prices are “way too high”. el tries to befriend the villagers. max bullies the villagers because theyre being “rude” to el.

#stranger things #byler #st modern au #byler modern au #byler headcanons #the party #dustin henderson #lumax #elmax #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #el hopper #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #suzie bingham #elumax

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Melancholia

{part Ten}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Angst

Written for F!Mc

WC: 3k

CW: Kidnapping!, Michael is a heavy antagonist and angels are fucked up, slut shaming/victim blaming, mention of suicide vaguely, fear-based content and lots of tension, angst, depression, mentions to past sexual violence in Vermillion Skies, Torture, anxiety, descriptions of deceit, season 2 spoilers

A/n: Michael is quite the wad in this chapter, just as a fair warning! I will be discussing his character in my brain more in the q&a post later on, so send in your questions about the series to my inbox! Also I apologize if the formatting seems wonky or out of order...tumblr is deciding to test my patience this morning.

Music Accompaniment (Point of No Return thru No Love)

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology and clinical training in treatment for mental health, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of depression or suicidal thoughts, and are in need of help, please utilize the Suicide Prevention Lifeline, NIMH helpline, or the SAMHSA helpline. <<

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You can find more of this series by searching the tag #Vermillion Skies or #Melancholia on my blog!

“Are you sure that’s what you saw?” Diavolo’s eyes darted between Simeon and Belphie. He wanted desperately for their concerns to just be baseless anxiety, but the grim look on Luke’s face made his heart sink deeper into his stomach. The phone call he had received from Lucifer hours prior was alarming, but he figured the sounds of shuffling and distant grunts meant he had just pocket dialed him. He never would have expected mc and Lucifer to end up missing, and in the brutish hands of the Archangels, no less. After what he had seen Simeon go through, he only hoped that they could get to them before its too late.

“I’m almost 100% certain that Michael has taken both of them.” Simeon clenched his fists, fighting back his demon form. “I don’t know what he’s planning, but it will surely be nothing good.”

Diavolo’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I see...”

Luke squeezed his eyes shut to prevent himself from crying. His grip on Simeon’s sleeve tightened as he tried to make himself calm down. How could this be happening? Michael was a good angel; a merciful angel. This had to have been some sort of mistake!

There was a moment of silence as the brothers looked amongst eachother with uncertainty.

“Well...ain’t we gonna do somethin’ ‘bout this?!” Mammon finally asked, giving a pointed look to Diavolo and Barbatos. "We should be stormin' that fuckin' palace and destroying everythin' in sight!"

A tense sigh passed through Diavolo’s lips as he massaged the slight headache developing at his brow line. “Mammon, it’s not that simple. We have no idea where they’re being held, or why. We have no idea what their next move will be, and we dont know what they'll do when they hear of our rescue efforts.”

“And we certainly don’t have the manpower amongst us to fight the entire celestial army, even with our combined strength.” Satan paced while rubbing his chin, trying hard to think of how they could get both Lucifer and Mc back with the least amount of bloodshed.

“I just...I d-don’t understand...” Luke shook his head, still trying to wrap his head around what was happening. “W-why would Michael do something like this?!”

The demons looked amongst each other, unsure of how to respond to the small angel’s query. They felt so much pity for him. He was really having his worldview tested more over the past 4 months than than he had in his entire life.

“Michael is obsessive.” Solomon chimed in as he entered the room, a bag of tinking glassware slung over his shoulder. “He sees Mc as a threat, and it appears as though his desire to renew the exchange program was a ploy to get our guard down so he can neutralize that threat. I only wish i would have picked up on the signs sooner.”

The remaining color left in Luke’s face drained, and he stared at Solomon, wide-eyed. “W-what..? Do...do you mean they’ll...”

Solomon locked eyes with him for a second, a glint of sadness passing through his expression. “They’re going to try to kill her, yes.”

Simeon shook his head, finding himself feeling strangely numb in this moment. "They wont just do that. They've risked too much in even kidnapping Mc.”

Everyone in the room turned to him, looks of pure terror on their faces. The fact that the situation would likely provide Mc with more trauma was enough to try to stomach already, but to run the risk of losing her again made their blood run cold. Each waited with baited breath for what Simeon had to add to suggest that it could get worse than you’re death.

Simeon sighed, avoiding their desperate eyes. “Michael had said over and over that their worst mistake he made during your fall was not ensuring Lilith had been unable to be reincarnated. To ensure that Lilith’s bloodline won’t ever be able to cause a disturbance in the celestial realm again, they are going to attempt to wipe her from existence, along with the one person who could and would stop at nothing to ensure they would never see another day of peace. The one person who, without him, would leave the Devildom vulnerable in the event of an all-out war.”

The brothers each dropped their eyes to the floor, slowly understanding what Simeon was getting at.

Not only would they kill Mc- but they were going to kill Lucifer too.

“But...But...” Luke stuttered, looking amongst the brothers. "Michael's a good angel! He couldn’t...H-he wouldn’t...”

Tears burst from Luke’s eyes, now fully unable to hold back any more. Simeon kneeled, wrapping his arms around him gently, and allowed the small angel to sob into his shoulder. Simeon glanced to Diavolo, who’s expression had become a mixture of grim anticipation, and deep anger.

“My lord, what would you suggest our next move be?” Barbatos did his best to bite his tongue, but was holding onto his sanity by a mere thread. It was bad enough that you had to be taken and threatened with death, but to have a close friend and necessary ally suffer the same punishment made the situation all the more dire. He himself wanted to charge in and swiftly decapitate any angel that crossed his path, but he knew that running in without a plan would be foolish. "If what Simeon says is true, we are already at a major disadvantage given they have been in their grasp for nearly 5 hours. We don’t have much more time left to lose.”

Before Diavolo could even respond, Beelzebub stepped forward, catching his attention. His normal flat expression was turned into an furious scowl, his muscles bulging under his shirt with all the tension he held in his body. The prince didn’t think he’d ever seen the avatar of Gluttony so angry before.

“Our next move should be getting our family back, no matter what it takes.” He stated matter-of-factly, but there was a lust for blood behind his tone that neither of the royals, nor his brothers, had ever heard from the 6th born. “I’ll annihilate their entire army by myself if I have to.”

“While I agree we should prioritize their safety before politics, we mustn’t forget that charging in without a plan only gives them the advantage.” Diavolo sighed. “Though right now, I am frankly at a loss for how to develop one that won’t just be a suicide mission.”

Beel closed his eyes, trying to refrain from snapping on the prince. He was terrified for your wellbeing, and didn't think he could handle the uncertainty of your fate for much longer. He needed you- all of his brothers did. And they needed Lucifer too. Without both of you, his family would fall apart. No one would ever be able to recover from such a loss.

Luke stared between Beelzebub and Diavolo, almost as if he couldn’t understand what they were both saying.

“First we should decide who will be doing what.” Simeon stated, now rising from his knees. He gestured toward Solomon to take Luke from him, who quickly scrambled to replace Simeon’s place as Luke’s support.

Barbatos nodded. “We should establish a rendezvous point as well, in case we get separated.”

Simeon looked to Barbatos, nodding in agreement. “I think it goes without saying that Diavolo and Luke will be staying behind.”

“What?!” Luke and Diavolo both yelled at the same time, seemingly insulted by the assertion that they would not be helping.

“Yeah, What?” Mammon added, crossing his arms. “I understand leavin’ the Chihuahua behind, but Diavolo’s got some mad strength. He could take down 10 seraphim at once without even tryin'!"

“Really, Mammon!? You’re going to call me a Chihuahua now?!” Luke wiped his tears, shooting Mammon a glare.

Barbatos interjected, ignoring Luke’s annoyance at the teasing name. “But if he is injured- or worse, killed- during battle, the Devildom will be without a leader. That’s not something we can afford. We would be susceptible to both external invasion and violent anarchy amongst the lower demons.”

“Besides, it might be helpful to have someone here to prepare a space for injuries.” Satan added, tilting his chin toward Simeon. “If his vision is right...Mc and Lucifer could be in pretty awful shape...”

Mammon winced at the idea of Mc being hurt again, not wanting to accept it as a possible reality.

Diavolo sighed. “Fine, we’ll stay back for now. But if things go south...” He gave Barbatos a deathly serious look, “...I will not hesitate to charge in there- full force.”

Luke shook his head, now pulling out of Solomon’s arms and nearly groveling to Simeon. “No! Wait, I...I could talk to Michael! I could get him to s-see reason!”

Simeon closed his eyes and sighed. “Luke, I know this is hard for you to understand, which is why it’s best if you don’t get involved.”

“But...Mc...” Luke swallowed back more tears, looking at the floor. “I...I want to help...t-to do something...”

“I know...I know.” Simeon took a deep breath to maintain the softness in his voice. He pressed both hands to Luke’s shoulder. “But the way that you can help is holding down a place for when we come back. Please Luke...this is what I need from you.”

Luke sniffled, hanging his head and nodding. “O-okay.”

Simeon gave him a firm hug, solidifying that things were going to be okay. He had experienced a loss of optimism for anything for so long. He hadn't felt the ability to cling to any sort of hope to allow him to move forward. Whether it be denial, fear, anger, or just wanting to see Mc smile one last time, the feeling allowed him to be strong enough to stand as an anchor for everyone else, and to make a plan to get them both back. He needed to be a rock for everyone else, who were near the edge of panic because the two who would normally take the lead were now indisposed.

Mc and Lucifer will be brought back alive...they had to be.

Simeon stood, resting a firm hand on Luke’s shoulder. He pointed toward the brothers, giving fervent direction of what he wanted them to do. “Beel, you will be our tank. Belphie and Satan, you’re his backup. Your job is to neutralize anyone in our way of getting to Lucifer and Mc.”

The three looked at each other and gave a single nod to signify that they understood.

“Levi, and Mammon- you two will help me and Barbatos get into the Celestial prison cells to search for Mc and Lucifer. We will need help getting past guards, and the more people we have searching rooms, the better. You'll take the east wing, and Barbatos and I will be on the west wing.”

“Got it.” Mammon nodded to Levi, winding up his shoulders to stretch the muscles. "I'll wipe the floor with any crumby angel that dares to do harm to the family of the Great Mammon!"

“Solomon- You and Asmo will take up the rear. Do what you can to ensure our portal home isn’t infiltrated and that the others have first aid in the event of an emergency. You will also be our center point of contact.”

Asmo nervously glanced to Solomon, who pressed a reaffirming hand to his shoulder. “Not a problem.”

“For the rest of us outside of Asmo and Solomon, our meet up point should be at the treeline just south of the prison.” Barbatos added, giving a nod to Simeon for thinking through the division of the groups. “If we need to change it, Solomon and Asmo will spread the message. No one should break off from their pairs. There's safety in numbers, after all.”

The group nodded amongst each other, now preparing for what they assumed was going to be an absolutely bloodbath, and the beginning of the end of peace between the realms.

“Get up.”

Lucifer groaned as the words echoed through his throbbing head. He tried to bring his awareness back- to figure out who the voice was, and where it was coming from. A swift kick to the stomach caused him to sputter, the pain pulling his consciousness back to the surface.

How long had he even been out?!

He forced his eyes open, trying to adjust to the dimly lit room he found himself in. As he tried to move his weak muscles, he found his arms restrained tightly behind his back. He looked up, trying to push his vision to convert the blurred outline into the image of the individual standing before him.

“I said: Get. UP.”

Lucifer snarled as the individual grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him up to his knees. He gritted his teeth as his vision adjusted to the shape of the blonde angel, who’s nose was only a few inches away from his own.

“Stand, Demon.” Michael commanded, pulling on Lucifer’s hair again to make him stand.

His knees buckled beneath his weight as he tried to remain standing. Eventually he was able to keep his balance, albeit barely. He hadn’t felt this groggy since Diavolo had spiked his tea with tranquilizer a few months prior. His mind wandered briefly to you, and he was desperate to know where they were holding you. He hoped that you were safe, but given the aggressive handling that Michael and the guards were treating him with, he concluded they were probably weren’t treating you much better. Regardless, he knew he had to figure out a way out of his binds- to make sure you were safe again in his arms.

Michael snapped his fingers, signaling for two armored guards came to Lucifer’s side. They hooked their arms under his armpits and followed Michael out of the room. Lucifer swallowed hard, taking note of his surroundings. Clearly, he was in the celestial palace, but he was unsure of his specific whereabouts- that is, until he was brought before the familiar, intimidating council doors.

He narrowed his eyes, staring daggers into the back of Michael’s head. The last time he was here was when he was begging on his knees for Michael to help him to convince father to let Lilith live. An odd sense of familiarity washed over him as Michael grasped the handles on the doors. He swallowed hard, trying to bring back his cold and confident demeanor...but the fear about whether you both would make it out of this situation alive continued to sit like a rock in his stomach, making it hard to turn away from the anxiety.

Lucifer was thrown down to his knees roughly before the council. He gritted his teeth through the pain, trying to wiggle his arms our of their binds enough to where his shoulder wasn't threatening to dislocate. He took a deep breath before looking to the judging eyes of the council, but was surprised to see only two council members other than Michael who were looking at him with glares of hatred. The rest harbored a look of shock and uncertainty.

"Lucifer. It's been too long." Michael mused sarcastically with a wicked smile as he took his place amongst the council members. “I would love to say it’s good to see you, but unfortunately the mere sight of you is very unpleasant.”

Lucifer tightened his jaw, but said nothing.

Michael cocked his head at him, the smile turning into a teasing smirk. "Come now, you're not going to even give us a proper greeting?"

Lucifer hissed his retort. "Fuck you."

Raphael winced as Michael let out a sickening chuckle. He looked to the other council members, noticing Uriel and Saraquael with similar grotesque smiles. Gabriel, Raguel, and Remiel, however, shared in his discomfort, and tossed nervous glances amongst each other.

"Uh, Michael..." Gabriel nervously chimed in after a pause, trying his best to keep a smile on his face, though it was clearly weathered from nerves. "We...we shouldn't delay in discussing why you've brought Lucifer before us so suddenly, especially considering you didn't not get all of our approval before doing so."

Lucifer lifted an eyebrow as Michael's eyelid twitched. The archangel slowly tilted his head back to look at Gabriel, his intense eyes boring holes into the second in command. "Approval was not necessary. I made an executive decision for the safety of the Celestial realm."

Lucifer furrowed his brow. Safety? What was he talking about??

"When you discussed the revamping of the exchange program, I did not expect this to be your ulterior motive." Raguel shook his head in disapproval as he scratched his long, grey beard. "This isn't right, Michael. Send him home."

"And the human too." Remiel added, a furious look on her face. "I know many angels- including yourself- are wary of deceit from humans after what happened with Simeon, but we have no right to-"

"Silence!" Michael slammed his fists on the podium in front of him, breathing hard. The other council members snapped their mouths shut, not wanting to evoke Michael's fury. "Humans as a race are not the problem here. I've explained this to you thick headed fools 5 times already!"

Remiel gasped quietly, looking to Raguel and Gabriel for support. They said noting, only looked on in shock at Michael’s behavior.

Michael continued. "The problem is this particular human, and those who enable her. She should be exterminated for her sins... and Lucifer..."

He glanced to his former brother over the rim of his glasses, seeing his eyes go wide with panic at the acknowledgement that he wanted to have you killed.

He shook his head. "Lucifer is our second biggest threat if we are to get rid of her, and as such he should be imprisoned indefinitely at the very least- if not sentenced to suffer the same fate."

"Agreed." Uriel stated, without hesitation. "It took 5 injections of the strongest sedative we had to bring him down."

"Who knows what destruction he could cause with those brothers of his if we didn't include him in this." Saraqael glared at him, seemingly disgusted by his actions. "We should have executed all of them after their betrayal instead of letting them fall. The blood of their sister still runs through their veins, and the veins of that wretch of a human."

Michael nodded as Lucifer's lips upturned into a snarl. "His brothers will come for him, and prove just how much destruction they're capable of- but they're no match for our army." He turned back to Gabriel, shaking his head once more. "Mercy for blasphemous actions are what lead Simeon to fall in the first place. Are you suggesting you're fine with every angel turning a blind eye to grace and becoming demons themselves? That simply will not do!"

Gabriel gulped, glancing toward Lucifer and then back to Michael. "Demons are allowed to make their own decisions for how they run their realm. Lucifer having the freedom to love a human doesn't concern us at all, Michael. We have already agreed not to become politically invested in the Devildom beyond maintaining peace."

Raguel stood, mirroring Michael's intensity with his hands firmly on his podium. He had enough of Michael's dictator like order over the council, and unfairness in making such extreme decisions without their input. As the oldest member of the council and a man of tradition, he was insulted by Michael's apparent insolence and side-stepping of the parliament rules. "What you've done is akin to a declaration of war! We're you not able to set aside your petty jealousy of father's favoritism for one moment to think of the consequences of your bull-headed actions!?"

"Tch!" He stood and rounded the podium to the front of the room where Lucifer knelt. He paced in front of him, dark brown irises glaring down intensely at the eldest brother, completely ignoring Raguel's words. "Tell me: What would we have done if this human wasn't given the ring of light?"

“I hardly see what this has to do with anything.” Remiel muttered, sharing a nervous glance with Raguel.

“Just answer the question.” Michael demanded, glancing amongst the council. “Tell me what would have happened.”

Gabriel sighed, crossing his arms. "It was told to us by the sorcerer that her pacts with the brothers would have been revoked."

Michael let out a sickening laugh. "And you believed him?"

Gabriel was taken aback by his words. "I beg your pardon?"

"Lucifer needed to die in order to go with that route. Do you really think the demon prince, had he known, would have allowed that?"

There was a pause, before the hesitant council members slowly shook their heads.

Michael nodded, lips turning upwards into a smile. "Precisely. Now, wouldn't there be an easier option that would produce the same results? And it didn't even cross any of their minds."

The room wad quiet for a moment before Michael let out a 'tsk.'

"What they should have done was dispose of the threat. She not only holds pacts with 7 of the strongest demons at their disposal and could be considered a danger to both the Celestial Realm and the Devildom in that right, but weilding that power has made the entire fabric of the universe unstable."

Michael turned to Lucifer, crossing his arms. "Now, wouldn't such a danger to the 3 world's go directly against your precious Diavolo's plans?"

Lucifer swallowed, but remained silent.

"It would." He answered for him, turning back to the council. "And yet, his love for the human resulted in them risking the stability of not just the Devildom, but the Celestial Realm and the human world as well!"

"The solution that was arrived at was a suitable one." Raguel argued. "Providing the human with the ring of light was more than a reasonable solution, And I remember that you had hidden it from the council. Even after Simeon approached us with the option, you were still vehemently against it because of your own pride."

Michael glared at the older archangel. "And what if she were to take the ring off?"

Remiel sighed. "You saw it with your own eyes, Michael. She was terrified. Why in heavens name would she do that?"

"It doesn't matter how or why." Uriel nodded toward Michael. "His point still stands that it's a possibility, and made the option a mediocre one at best."

Raphael gripped his pants tightly in his fist. He wasn't sure who to side with at this point, and kept finding himself thinking back to Luke and the interactions he witnessed between the two of you. Raphael was still indifferent toward you, considering the bias he initially came into the Devildom with, but even a week with you was enough to sway his opinion slightly in the opposite direction.

Perhaps Michael was obsessed and blinded by anger and power, like Raguel had said to him before the meeting.

"Michael...y-you've gone mad..." Gabriel shook his head in a panic. "This isn't the way father would-"

"And how are you to know what father wants!" Michael snapped back. "I am the leader of this council, and I am the direct executor of his will!"

"Enough, Michael!" Remiel shouted, now standing. "The council was elected as a whole to execute father’s will. Cease this absurdity at once, and release these two back to Devildom! They are innocent!"

"Innocent!? Hah!" Michael laughed sarcastically at her. "Even meeting Mc in real life was enough to convince me she is anything but!"

Lucifer growled in warning, wanting desperately to tell Michael to keep your name off his lips.

Michael shook his head, feeling a shiver run through his spine as he remembered his encounter with the human. The way he felt such an unnatural pull toward her made him feel so disgraceful, and only re-affirmed his mindset on how dangerous she was. "Just the way in which she was dressed told me everything about her intentions. She’s clearly well able to use manipulation and seduction to her advantage. No wonder demons and angels alike have a difficult time controlling themselves around her- clearly she's inviting them to defile her!"

"Shut your fucking mouth!" Lucifer finally spat at him, finding himself enraged at the suggestion that your state of dress they had captured you in- that was supposed to be for his eyes only- was somehow an excuse for the trauma you suffered. His eyes bore holes into Michael's as they stared each other down. Lucifer panted, snarling at him as he wrestled with his binds, wanting to beat Michael to death right there.

"Tch." Michael narrowed his eyes. "How pitiful."

"Look, Michael..." Gabriel sighed, "despite your personal feelings on the matter, this entire situation needs further discussion, both amongst the council and with father directly. Until that is done, these two are not to be harmed, and should be returned home."

"We are not doing anything to either of them as long as there is disagreement among the council." Remiel reiterated Gabriel’s words, glaring at Michael with her emerald eyes filled with fire. "That is final."

Michael let out another sickening laugh, making the opposing council members' blood run cold. Even the two who were on his side lost the smirks they displayed through the meeting at the unsettling sound of it.

"This was not a request for any stupid debate, or a vote." He smirked toward Lucifer, who continued to glare at him. "This was just a warning to you that the wheels of retribution are already moving. Her punishment was started well before this meeting, and I saw to it personally."

"Wait...what?" Raphael finally spoke, unsure of what to make of Michael’s words. He glanced uneasily toward Uriel and Saraqael, who shared in his confusion. "Y-you said you would get the councils permission before...before-"

The color drained from Lucifer's face as Michael's smile grew. He felt his stomach churn as Michael folded his arms over his chest, staring Raguel down as the realization of what he had done sunk in to everyone in attendance.

"M-Michael... what did you do to that human?" Gabriel stuttered out, completely blindsided by Michael's descent into madness. He glanced to Lucifer, seeing the Avatar of Pride barely holding on to his emotions.

Michael stayed silent, watching the horror on their faces grow with each passing second. His wicked smile told them everything they needed to know.

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9w1ft · 6 months

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9wing! thoughts on #that part of the 1989 TV prologue?

this is me admitting im probably not going to be reading the room correctly so my apologies

coming from the perspective of someone who has been focused on building my understanding of taylor’s relationship with one person based on a continuing thread over years, amidst a sea of people doing precisely what taylor described, which is starting rumors about her and whoever she touches, i read this prologue and said, well… yeah! yep!!!

maybe one alternative way to look at it is to say that it’s just her saying “i thought i could take cover with men but i became too big to hang out so i decided to take cover with women but the same things happened!” which is true. and if you believe she had a relationship that she wanted to keep secret but still enjoy some semblance of life with, it is true that there was no combination of men or women that they hung out with that stopped people from assuming the secret was theirs to prove.

now, when i think about the prologue from a more meta perspective, i can understand how many had high hopes for a different 1989 tv era than the one we have been previewed as of late, and i recognize that that the thing is worded in a way that people who send hate to gaylors will take as permission to send even more hate to gaylors, and in the abstract, what this is is taylor choosing words that she should know by now will send hate to a group of people that is majority gay (umbrella term), and there’s something kinda wonky about that whole setup given the power imbalance.. although, it’s not one fan’s tweets against the biggest singer of our time, it’s a sea of people, and in some ways taylor is but one person. she has feelings. and just the same as you and i, it’s probably difficult to always feel like you have to take the high road simply for the principle of the thing, when the way people treat you or speak about you as if they know you might sometimes bother you. maybe sometimes we (the collective we, her fans) can’t have nice things because we break them, and she had to take them away. we are all going to feel different ways about that, but i don’t think taylor’s feelings are illegal for her to have.

i think about a particular span of time — back in the era in which she wrote the 1989 songs spanning all up through the 1989 era and until she disappeared —and how we all can see that she went through a singular hell because things were recorded and things were reported. i’m sure this hell will be punctuated again with stuff in the vault tracks. and part of her experience in that hell was finally finding someone who loved her for who she was and let her wear high heels and let her bejeweled, as it were, someone broad shouldered, a love that was really something not just the idea of something, only for it to be overexposed via a few grainy cellphone videos before taylor was ready for it to be. and people ran with it when she wasn’t ready to, and there were other people who might have wanted a heads up. and yeah she was drunk that night and yes she was dropping hints and screaming it every step of the way but every situation has nuance and gray and there was probably some unexplained line or implied boundary that taylor sees that we as fans may or may not see at any given time when it comes to what she feels is too much.

and it kind of reminds me of how taylor penned the lyric “talk your talk and go viral i just need this love spiral” which probably meant something close to “you can all profit off rumors of me all you want i don’t like it but i can’t stop it and im not going to stop loving who i’m with no matter how viral your claims get” when she probably could have anticipated a lot of people would have just taken “talk you talk and go viral” as some sort of manchurian directive to make all the content always every day 🙈 so for her to drop this sort of prologue right now where she highlights how people talk about her being with everyone probably feels extra hypocritical or unnecessary when you look at it from a certain perspective. but i can also recognize how multiple things, multiple feelings, can be true

and so to circle back to what it made me think personally, from a kaylor perspective, idk it made sense to me in some way 😆 in not gonna be like hey guys think the same as me, no. no, no. please think the way you need to but as for myself i’m just going to keep on in the way that i think is best and keep a lookout for signs of feedback about what she might want more of or less of from me and adjust as i see fit. so yes, these have been my thoughts.

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Ancient Enchantment

Chapter 4:

Thank you guys for being so patient! I know updates have been a little wonky, but I'm trying to balance out a few personal things. I'm at least going to be uploading every week, but it will just be whatever day I am available at the time. Thank you guys!

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Recap:

As Azara approached the boys, she heard the two of them laughing and joking.

“Look who decided to grace us with her presence.” Alistair crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow, though his smile gave away his teasing.

She hummed, leaning against the stone next to the fireplace between the two boys.

“Nice of you to finally wake up, Atlas. Was worried you had overslept again.” She teased back.

Alistair's eyes widened at her, while the other boy burst into laughter and clapped her brother on the back.

“Definitely related with that sense of humor. I’m Sebastian Sallow, by the way. Welcome to Slytherin, best house if you ask me.”

“Thank you, Sebastian. I’m Azara Valentine.” She crossed her arms in front of her out of habit, eyes wandering over him.

Sebastian had deep brown eyes with some sort of golden shift in them, freckles adorning his cheeks, slightly textured curly brown hair that reached his ears, and a gently angled jawline. Very boyish, but in a more mature way. Charming.

“Not everyone has a ministry escort to school, you know.” Sebastian commented, looking her up and down in curiosity.

“He was a friend of Professor Fig’s who only joined us for the ride.” She looked away from him remorsefully, still trying to rid her mind of the images that plague it.

“Still, though- impressive. Dreadful way to go, poor fellow. Glad the two of you and Fig are alright though.” Sebastian was trying to cheer the both of you up after seeing the grim looks, and it worked for the most part.

“It was dreadful, certainly-” Alistair started.

“But quite an experience, nonetheless.” Azara finished without missing a beat.

The twins exchanged a look, chuckling as they did it like second nature.

“What an interesting perspective the two of you have. Say, how did you guys manage to escape?” Sebastians head tilted as he leaned closer out of instinct, likely without thinking about it.

Azara and Alistair exchange glances, communicating without even saying anything, both trying to figure out how much they should or could say to their new friend.

“It’s all still kind of a blur, If i’m honest.” Azara scratched the back of her neck sheepishly.

Sebastian shook his head in apology.

“I don't mean to press you, either of you. Promise. You both just get yourself settled, we can talk more later if you’d like.”

Alistair waved him off as Azara smiled.

She watched as Sebastian picked up the book he had in hand when she first walked in.

“What were you reading?” she asked softly, as if she wasn't sure if she was allowed to ask.

Sebastian turned the book over in his hand, a mischievous smile taking over his features momentarily.

“Just a spell book I picked up. It has a few interesting things, just not exactly what I was looking for. I’m sure the two of you will find out soon enough that not every spell you might need can be found in our assigned textbooks.”

This captured their attention more than before. Alistair perked up, standing straighter with the thought of learning something not in the curriculum.

“Are you saying that some spells aren't taught here?”

“And which ones?” Azara was also intrigued by the thought.

Sebastian smirked at the twins with a laugh. “Seems I may have met a couple of kindred spirits. But that is a conversation for another time. It was good meeting you, Azara, Alistair. Good luck today.”

The twins said their goodbyes before wandering around the common room together.

“I liked him. Seems like the kind of person you’d hang around, don't you think, Atlas?” Azara looked up at him for a moment before looking back around the room, eyes landing on a wizard's chess game being played back toward where Ominis still stood by the window.

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abiiors · 1 year

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george fluff PLEASE 🙏

Okay, okay, I hope this turned out how I wanted it to turn out but enjoy!!

George Daniel x female reader

Red Hearts

‘Alright, alright, you've got to sit very still for this part, okay?’ you instruct as a very sceptical George sits in front of a big mirror.

He’s currently shirtless and wearing his old sweatpants that sit so low on his hips that you’ve had to consciously keep all the thoughts at bay. Right now you have a very important task at hand.

‘And where did you get this idea again?’ he asks doubtfully.

‘Mm, Pinterest.’

‘Of course.’

You mix the dye with the brush and look at him in the mirror once again. When George agreed to let you do anything you wanted for a whole day, this was probably not what he had in mind. But now he can’t say no to your excitement.

The only catch? He has to wear a blindfold while you use his hair as your canvas.

‘I suppose I can always shave it off if I hate it,’ he mumbles more to himself but you’re quick to flick him with the brush.

‘George Daniel, you will do no such thing.’

‘Fine, fine,’ he surrenders with his hands raised and resigns himself to his fate.

He wiggles a little in place when the cold dye first touches his hair but apart from that he sits still. His fingers drum some rhythm that he’s come up with as you get to work drawing little hearts on his hair.

The first heart is a bit wonky, not exactly to your taste but you reckon with a bit of adjusting around, it would look good. It’s right at the back of his head so it’s not like he can see it. Still, as a silent apology, you press a little kiss to his neck.

‘Mmm, that is a kiss of doom,’ he laughs.

‘A kiss of doom?’

‘Yea that’s an apology kiss.’

How he figured that out is beyond you, but you are so glad he can’t see your face right now because you’re sure it’s turned just as red as the dye in your hands.

‘I have a different apology kiss?’ you ask just to divert his attention from the fact that you may have fucked up.

He swivels in his chair so that he’s facing you now but doesn’t make a move to take the blindfold off.

‘You do,’ he confirms, ‘and you have an “I want something from you” kiss, and a kiss when you’re up to something, one for when you don’t feel like doing chores,’ he lists off one by one.

‘Oh, and how could I forget,’ he brings his arms around your waist and scoots a bit closer so that his torso is pressed up to your middle. ‘You have a horny kiss and an “I love you” kiss. Those are my favourites.’

He looks so adorable as he presses his chin to your stomach and looks up at you smiling that you can’t help but place tiny kisses on his face. One on his nose, the other on his cupid’s bow and finally the last one on his lips.

It’s sweet and lingering but also just suggestive enough. It’s clear what his intentions are but you still have a task to finish. So when you straighten up he tilts his face up at you with a knowing smirk.

‘And that was a horny kiss.’

‘It was not!’ you defend but his smirk only grows bigger.

‘Whatever you say,’ he shrugs.

Instead of responding, you lean over and start painting the second heart. This position is so much better, you realise. It gives you much more stable access to his head.

Of course, he also realises that this is a much better position. For one, your boobs are now right in his face.

‘Mm, these are nice,’ he laughs as he buries his face right between them.

What a sight, you think. Shirtless George with his face buried right between your boobs while you paint little red hearts on his hair.

Just as you’d predicted, the rest of the hearts turn out much better than the first one. They are equally spaced and more or less the same size. He whines in protest when you step back to survey your work but you quickly shut him up with another kiss.

‘Alright, alright,’ you clap in excitement. ‘Do you wanna see?’

He nods and then goes to take the blindfold off while you wait with your fingers crossed. He faces the mirror again, surveys his hair from all angles and then smiles a big, goofy grin.

‘Okay, these are adorable, actually!’

‘You like them?’ you ask with barely contained glee. He turns around only to pull you closer.

‘Darling, I love them!’

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This is the reference btw, tell me he won't look adorable with this hair!

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as-u-w1sh · 1 year

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You'll be alright (Wanderer x AFAB! Reader)

Hello! This is my first post on Tumblr! I really like scaramouche so I decided to make some of my own content of him! I hope you enjoy! <3 I apologize if it's wonky! It isn't proofread... ehe-

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Summary: You kept Scaramouche from hitting the cold floor and now he's repaying the favor back while having some character development! Pst! I think he likes you!!!!

(Scaramouche/Wanderer x AFAB! Reader: Fluff/very light angst! 1.3k words)

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Warning! Descriptions of danger, mentions of SA, trauma!

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How can one be a god if they lack a gnosis? How could one reach this supreme level of ascension over other beings if they lack a key part in being one of Teyvat’s gods? How could’ve I have been within arms distance of my goal yet so far? There’s a plethora of questions that will never be answered and would it even matter? It didn’t matter at all. I don’t ultimately matter. As soon as the last thought appeared, the tubes attached to me tore, as I pathetically begged for my gnosis to be given back. It’s rightfully mine so why? Why can’t I have it back?

But.

As soon as the gnosis was in Lesser Lord Kusanali’s hands; unfortunately, even I knew that it was defeat. Too much to bear; my chest hurts. Everything hurts.

Why would I believe that my inner being hurts if I don’t have what it takes to be an actual human?

Nothing but a discarded puppet.

Just like a puppet, my strings had finally been cut.

*No one’s POV*

Scaramouche closed his eyes as the blur of the Traveler and Nahida left his vision. Without the strings to control him; how could he possibly move? Nonetheless, he accepted it. Thrown away once more. Nothing new, Scaramouche is used to this. The emotional trauma and fight causing his consciousness to slip gradually into the abyss he despised much so. His godly mechanical ‘form’ fading from existence as there was no use in looking at a mirror of himself; a failure. Scaramouche never hit the ground though. A strange pair of warm hands held him as he forced himself to take a glance at the being who decided he deserved to be treated as if he wasn’t the bad guy. As if he wasn’t just about to destroy the natural order of Teyvat. As if he wasn’t just about to commit undeniable atrocities if he had succeeded.

He doesn’t even deserve the warmth of a real pair of human hands.

It doesn’t matter if they felt better than the insufferable metal tubes that had just went through his back.

Yet, he couldn’t help but relish the feeling of what a real heart can provide.

Warmth, for he would forever be cold.

Like the radiant sunlight on his skin of the meadows in the painful past.

He hated the sun.

Oh how, he loved how it caressed his superficial body though.

Who did these hands belong to?

He shifted to look up as he laid in the lap of a maiden. The maiden he attempted to struck as he fought the Traveler. Why does she hold him with so much warmth? The mysterious maiden pursed her lips as she wiped the singular tear that fell down the puppet’s cheek; she was the barrier of Scaramouche and the ravaged floor. She gently held his hand and took pity on him. The only thing the maiden could think of is that this “boy” is like a wounded animal lashing out in fear; she put her hand on his chest. All she whispered was, “I’m sorry for those who had hurt you. You’ll be alright”, the indigo-haired boy’s breathe hitched. His throat caught with emotion as the light shined from above behind the maiden who ‘saved’ him. A halo of light that shrouded her amidst the darkness of the room they were in. The maiden took a small cloth to wipe his silent tears as he drowsily was captivated in her presence. Y/N put the detailed handkerchief in Scaramouche’s hand. The puppet was lulled into a sleep like state as Nahida and the Traveler with Paimon watched on.

Nahida couldn’t help but smile.

The puppet did indeed have a heart.

Not one of a “human”, per say.

But.

One of his own within his man-made self.

*Time passes*

“Crap! Crap!”, I cursed as treasure hoarders corned me against the edge of a cliff. I took a quick peak at the fall gap and man; I was really NOT excited to possibly die. I scooched bit by bit as the treasure hoarders yelled obnoxiously, “just hand over the embroidered garments and anything valuable. We will let you go!”, the “leader” smiled at me. He looked to his gang chuckling. Yeah, right. I’m not dumb!

“Funny how you want me to strip in front of a group of disgusting lowlifes!”, I gagged. Ever so close to the edge as my breathing grew erratic. It’s either let these men degrade me and use me for their own inhumane pleasure…or…I jump.

“Just saying! If you jump, we will just snatch your possession from your body from the bottom dead…or here while you take your clothes off!”, the hoarders neared closer as I observed their hideous predatory gaze.

“The forest would be kinder to my body than you ever would!”, I huffed while I fell back as to what seemed like my demise. I could see the sheer horror on the treasure hoarder’s faces as I let my body go limp against gravity; come get your stupid valuables from my corpse then! I clenched my eyes shut and waited. Until, I heard shrieks as screams from the cliff edge I fell from. A bright flash of blue as well as a rough gust of wind that surged through me. I identified a silhouette reaching out from me as the mid-day sun surrounded their body. I closed my eyes again as the sun blinded me while this person’s hands clasped around my body. The stomach-churning feeling of gravity came to a gentle halt as two cold hands held me. One under my knees and one around my back. I wrapped my arms around their neck out of fear of falling.

A soft voice spoke, “I’m sorry for those who had hurt you. You’ll be alright”, I fluttered my eyes open. The wind still surging and the faint jingle of a bell of sorts; the smell of clean linen and faint cologne. A boy with indigo hair and matching colored eyes. Vibrant bold red eyeliner lining his observing eyes. Eccentric styled clothing with similar blue tones. He occupied an anemo vision; no wonder I felt the wind.

“who are you and why-?”, I asked as he let me down on the floor from the way he was carrying me.

He chuckled mischievously, “you will remember soon and anyways. I was just repaying the favor”. This boy still held his hand out to me, “come on”, he tipped his hat. I was dumbstruck. Yet, why do I feel like I’ve seen him from somewhere.

My heart was beating loudly, and I could feel my ears flush. My mind wasn’t alerting me, and neither was my heart for sure.

I softly ran my hand into his own, he squeezed it immediately, “there we go, see, not that hard”.

“I…Have we met…?”, I paused, and he stared at me with an indescribable expression. Ease? Embarrassment? Tenderness? What was it? Either way, he is beautiful.

“Tch…such dumb questions. Yes, we have met before briefly”, he cocked his head to the side slightly and never once letting go of my hand. I giggled lightly and he murmured, “what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I just feel happy to see you for some reason”, his cheeks were a tinge of pink as soon as I said that.

“I’m about to leave you here if you keep stalling!”, he grumbled as he tipped his hat to hide his face. “Okay Okay…I get it. Where to?”, I asked.

Nonetheless, I couldn’t deny there was a connection of sorts.

What did he mean by ‘repaying the favor’?

Ah, I should ask his name, shouldn’t I?

How odd, I swear I’ve seen him somewhere before.

_The end_

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