#his present concern is not who did the whacking

[wonderingpanda]

Hey You - Pt.1

Clay x Fem!Reader

My first Trolls fic, hope I did alright. I’ll try to post part 2 as soon as I can.

The sun was setting as Rhonda hurried down a dusty path surrounded by hills. Inside sat Bruce at the drivers seat with Tiny on his stomach holding his mini steering wheel. Y/n stood to their left while Branch stood to the right with his arms crossed as Velvet and Veneers popular song, Watch Me Work, played over the radio.

“Oh my kids love these guys, we’re a total Veneer household.” Bruce happily explained.

“They’re the one’s who have Floyd!” John Dory pointed out from further behind them.

“Ah it’s gonna be hard to seperate the art from the artist.” John Dory rolled his eyes and walked off while Branch and Y/n gave Bruce looks of disbelief. As the song finished, a voice came over the radio.

“That’s Velvet and Veneer’s spicy hot new single, Watch Me Work. Catch them tomorrow night at the Rage Dome where they’ll be receiving the Lifer Award (L-Lifer Award!)” Bruce, Y/n and Branch looked at each other with worry before Bruce turned off the radio.

“Guys, will Floyd even make it through that show?” Branch walked down to where John Dory and Poppy were stood by his clue board.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna make it. We’ve been looking for clues to find Clay.” Poppy placed a BroZone poster of Clay in his funderdraws up on the clue board.

“Oh I’m sorry, the clue board, you mean my clue board?” A quick moment of silence passed as Poppy and John Dory ignored Branch. “That I made?” Poppy and John Dory continued looking at the board, still not giving Branch any response. “We like the clue board now?”

At the mention of finding Clay, Y/n quickly turned around and headed down to the other three trolls while trying to hide her rising panic.

“Do we really need to find Clay?” Poppy, Branch and John Dory turned to face her, confused as to why she wouldn’t want to find him. “I mean, we’ve already got you three.” Y/n gestured to the present BroZone members. “And it would give us way more time to save Floyd if we just headed to Mount Rageous now.”

“Uh Y/n, are you ok?” Poppy stepped forward, concerned for her close friend.

“Wha, me? I’m fine. I’m not panicked, you’re panicked. Like why would I be so nervous to see Clay again after all these years. It’s not like there was anything terrible that happened between us after the band broke up, what makes you think that?” Poppy stepped back to talk to Branch.

“What’s going on with her?” Branch sighed and crossed his arms again, still looking over at their nervous friend.

“Before the band broke up Y/n and Clay kind of had a thing going on.”

“Oh I knew it! There were rumours those two were together!” Branch reached out his hands, signalling for Poppy to calm down.

“But that night, when everyone left, Clay decided to break up with Y/n on the spot and, as you know, leave forever.”

“Oh” Poppy lowered her hands as her energy dropped after hearing the sad story. “That’s why she doesn’t want to find him.”

“Exactly.” Branch confirmed Poppy’s thoughts.

“It’s a shame really” John Dory cut into the conversation. “They were such a cute couple. I even remember when Clay made us pull that whole song together just to ask her out.”

“Oh don’t act so sympathetic.” Branch turned to face John Dory. “You weren’t even there when they broke up.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care.” John Dory tried to defend himself.

“Ok guys, maybe now isn’t the best time for an argument. Let’s all just calm down and- what is he wearing!?” Poppy cut off her previous sentence and pointed at the poster she had stuck up before. Branch noticed what she was referring to.

“Oh, those are just his…”

“Perfect, perfect, perfect.” The music to BroZone’s old song seemed to play out of nowhere as Branch quickly got an idea.

“Funderdraws!” He smashed open a glass case holding Clay’s funderdraws which unavoidably released a disgusting scent along with a bunch of green ghost that flew around yelling ‘Stinky!’. John Dory whacked them away the best he could while Poppy and Y/n held their breaths from the smell. Branch held up the funderdraws proudly.

“John Dory, I have no idea why you saved these it’s incredibly disgusting. But I’m glad you did.” Poppy stood with a dopey smile on her face while Y/n had her arms crossed, not liking where the conversation was going. Meanwhile, John Dory put his hands on his hips in defence.

“What, they’re memorabilia. But I will be good gosh darned if I know how they’re gonna help us find Clay.”

Next thing you know, Rhonda was sniffing the funderdraws dangled in her face at the end of a stick. Branch, standing on her forehead, called out to her.

“Help us Rhonda!” He turned to face Poppy who had her head stuck out the window while keeping a grip on his vest. “She’s got the scent!” The two headed back inside quickly before anything else could happen.

Inside in the background, Y/n helped Branch and Poppy settle back in safely. John Dory came up next to Tiny and Bruce, who now hand one hand on the larger steering wheel, and leaned on the armrest of Bruce’s chair.

“Hey, Tiny, you see that button?” Tiny Diamond’s gaze followed John Dory as he pointed to a button with a swirl pattern and the word hustle above it.

“Uh yeah.”

“That beautiful, shiny button?” John Dory pressed further.

“Oh you mean the button that’s taking every fibre of my being not to press? Yeah I see it.” Tiny Diamond slid off the button as quickly as he had laid atop it. John Dory stepped forward and lowered his voice to a more dramatic tone.

“Press it.”

“Oh heck yeah ooh!” Tiny Diamond jumped off the larger steering that he had a grip on and jumped onto the hustle button causing it to glow and swirl. ‘Hustle Dimension’ began to play as rainbow lights came out of Rhonda. Her eyes lit up and began to glow.

“Let’s hustle daddy!” Rhonda let out a noise before zooming off into the distance, glowing lights trailing behind. She leapt a few times as she ran and jumped into a glowing, star-shaped portal that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

In the hustle dimension, everything was different. Everyone was placed into a two-dimensional state and the gravity that existed before was now lost as Rhonda floated about.

“Woah” Branch called out as he stumbled into what was meant to be the space in Rhonda behind the drivers seat. Poppy followed after letting out a loud gasp as she took note of her appearance. Everything then melted away and while they were still within a two-dimensional space everything about it had changed, including the visual style.

Poppy and Branch now found themselves walking down a black and white road, dancing along to the ‘Hustle Dimension’ music. Bruce then bounced next to Poppy on her left with John Dory bouncing to Branch’s right and Y/n bouncing, landing in the middle. They all laughed together before John Dory, Y/n and Bruce flew off with rainbow trails. Poppy grabbed her own hand and spun away with Branch tumbling after her.

They all flew side by side down the black and white road in the rainbow coloured world. Branch and Poppy were on the right, Bruce and Y/n were on the left and John Dory flew in the middle. They all then flew through another star that once again changed the visuals of the reality they were perceiving. Each zoomed down in their respective colours. Branch was blue, Poppy was pink, John Dory was green, Y/n was f/c and Bruce was Purple. They flew next to stars and swirled together, combining to create Hustle Man who loudly called out.

“Hustle!” Hustle Man flew off into the sky before disappearing. Rhonda finally flew out of the star portal that they had first entered and settled back down to run normally on the road once more. Bruce and Tiny Diamond had been placed back where they were but John Dory, Y/n, Poppy and Branch were unfortunately thrown onto the floor, on their backs, in a heap. Poppy quickly stood up shaking her head for a second as the song ended.

“Wow! Too much hustle is a thing.”

“Huh, look at that.” Branch waved his hand around, hallucinating rainbows following it.

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It was now dark outside. Rhonda nervously ran through a dark forest before stopping in front of a seemingly abandoned building.

“Are we sure this is where Clay lives?” Branch asked as Rhonda opened her door to let everyone step out. Bruce followed behind him with Tiny Diamond in a baby carrier. Tiny decided to reply.

“Are we sure? Our GPS is an armadillo bus sniffing used undies so no, we’re not sure.”

The group continued to walk towards the old building. Bruce spoke as they wandered through the entrance which lead into a bother part of the dark outdoors.

“Eeh. I think this is the place from every true crime podcast I’ve ever listened to.” They continued forwards through the dark, unaware of the ‘golf balls’ rolling around them. The small group of trolls stuck close together until…

“Halt!” Lights switched on revealing a giant clown face with glowing eyes and a giant tongue extending out to them. Rainbow coloured smoke puffed from either side of the clown head as it’s teeth moved while it spoke.

“Who goes there!?”

“Ahhh!” The entire group screamed in fear!

“Agh!” Tiny cried out, quickly climbing out of his carrier and into Bruce’s hair. He poked his head out once before hiding back inside.

“Who dares trespass on these sacred grounds!?” The clown demanded. Branch put on a determined face and began to walk forward strongly. John Dory tried to stop him.

“Branch, what are you doing?” But Branch continued on. He stopped when he was right near the clown head’s tongue, looking up and calling out to it.

“Listen, we don’t want any clown related trouble okay? We’re just here looking for our brother, Clay.”

The clown’s teeth moved down slightly before moving in sync with it’s voice again. “Wait a second, you’re trolls?”

“So what? You’re a clown.” Branch retorted, gesturing to the face in front of him. Unexpectedly, a yellow, golf ball looking thing popped out of the clown’s mouth and rolled towards the group.

“Woah!” Branch stepped back towards the rest of the group as the ball bounced closer to them. The ball then unfurled revealing to be a troll with crazy blonde hair and pink skin. She stood up in a menacing pose for a moment before smiling widely at everyone.

“Oh my gosh, hello! My name is Viva! It is so fantastamazing to see other trolls!” She immediately ran around squeezing John Dory, giving Bruce a big hug, hugging Y/n from the side, spinning Branch around and lifting Poppy up in her own heartfelt hug.

“Hi! Ha!” Viva smiled after quickly setting Poppy down. Poppy slouched froward, feeling slightly drained from Viva’s energetic mood, but stood up properly to hear her speak.

“So fantastamazing is my own personal word it means, um, fantastic and amazing. I used to say amastic but then I was like ‘Mmm, that’s not as good.’”

Poppy immediately tried thinking of her own word to match Viva’s. “Fantasta um awesome.”

“That’s different but that works too! Way to make it your own.” After receiving the complement, Poppy rushed over to Branch’s side.

“Is this how people feel when they meet me?”

“Yes.” Branch replied, just quickly enough to not be cut off by Viva.

“Am I being a lot? Sometimes I can be a lot.”

“Uh I’m not sure we’re in the right place.” Branch mentioned, but Viva easily dismissed his worries.

“Of course you’re in the right place. Any troll is welcome here with us.” Now stood in front of the small group of trolls, Viva clapped her hands and called out. “Okay, Putt-putt trolls, lights on for our new friends” A bunch of trolls had rolled towards Viva and popped out of their golf-ball disguises. Each one was characterised with a vibrant colour, wild hair, and some sort of sweater romper or dress. While most had their hair out, some adorned buckets on their heads while others wore green mossy hats. As Viva finished talking the lights to the putt-putt course switched on, lighting up the whole place in the dark of night. Viva began to tap her feet excitedly, seeing the expressions of wonder coming from each of the new trolls.

“Oh my gosh, are you guys hungry, are you thirsty?”

“Yes!” Tiny cheered, jumping out and back into his baby carrier.

“Fries fries, you guys want fries, I am seeing fries. Bring out the works.” Viva jumped around and gestured to a few Putt-putt trolls who excitedly left to grab the food. “Milkshakes, to celebrate!”

“Coming in hot!” A bright yellow Putt-putt troll called out. Rolling away as a hot dog, fries, banana split, drink and milkshake were placed down around the pop trolls. Viva grabbed onto the straw of the pink milkshake and drank it all in one slurp, wowing the others. She then jumped down and stretched her back.

“Woo that’s better, now I finally have some energy!” Viva ran past Poppy.

“Did you just braid my hair!?” Poppy smiled, noticing the large braid left by Viva who quickly popped back round.

“You’re welcome, it looks so good.”

“I love it!” Poppy smiled brightly as she gripped her hair. Viva then gasped and ran over to Y/n.

“Oh my gosh, your hair is so pretty. How do you get it to sparkle like that?” Y/n laughed and smiled brightly at the compliment.

“Thank you. It’s just naturally like this. The benefits of being a troll, right?”

“Totally.” Viva agreed.

“Wow, these fries are amazing.” Bruce complemented as he lifted up another fry. “They’d really go great with a burger.”

“Aaa!” A blue Putt-putt trolled screamed, leading to a chorus of panic and terror as all the Putt-putt trolls desperately tried to hide.

“What is happening?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah we try not to use that word around here. It’s just that burger sounds a little too much like ah…” Viva leaned towards Bruce and spoke in a hushed tone. “Burgens.” She winced as another chorus of screams were let out.

“We call burgers…” The group looked up to see a mysterious figure walking towards them. “Meat circles.”

“Clay?” Branch smiled.

“Oh no.” Y/n’s face dropped at his arrival.

“Clay, hey what’s up man?” Bruce cheered as he and Clay happily walked to each other.

“Hey, how you been man?” Clay smiled as they initiated their own handshake.

“Clay!” John Dory jumped forward, opening his arms for a hug.

“Hmm, John.” Clay blankly replied, giving him no more than a few seconds of attention.

“Wha?” John Dory’s face dropped at the lack of response he received.

“Spruce.” Clay gave Bruce a fist bump as they finished off hair handshake. “What do you know?”

“Actually I go by Bruce now.”

“Bruce, oh ho someone got fancy. I like it.” Bruce laughed at Clay’s response.

“Look who’s talking, is that a sweater romper?” He questioned.

“What can I say, when you co-run a place you gotta flex the drip.” Clay pulled slightly on the collar of his sweater romper before releasing it.

“Ya, I’m the fun side of the operation and Mr Clay takes care of the boring stuff!” Viva cheered as she slid into the conversation.

“Guilty.” He admitted. The two laughed together until Clay noticed branch. “Woah, baby branch!” He ran over and grabbed Branch’s face. “No way!”

“Actually it’s Big Branch now, or just Branch. Branch is fine.” Branch struggled to speak as his cheeks were squished together.”

“Come here, come here. Yeah.” Clay spoke in a babyish voice as he continued to squish Branch’s cheeks. Only stopping when Branch started to speak again.

“So Clay, this is Poppy.” Branch gestured to Poppy who appeared at his side.

“Hi Clay! So great to finally meet you.” Poppy smiled as she waved and gave Clay a quick hug. “Can you do the Rusty Robot for me?”

“Yeah no, I don’t do that anymore okay?” Clay awkwardly explained.

“Right, kidding. Ha can you imagine? I wouldn’t just ask you to do that after meeting you two seconds ago. Who would do that?” She awkwardly looked at Clay after glancing away for a second.

“Yeah, it’s just that Fun-boy Clay is dead. Serious-boy Clay only does the Well-Oiled Robot.” Clay spoke while demonstrating his new and improved Well-Oiled Robot. “And it is no friki-friki-friki fun.” He stated while ending in a pose, similar to how he would end the Rusty Robot, only with a frown and his hands in the ‘I Love You’ pose.

“I mean, that’s still pretty fun.” Poppy lightheartedly pointed out.

“Ha yeah, same old Clay.” John Dory added.

“Nah, that’s not true.” Clay tried to defend himself. “If I was still fun, would I have chosen the admin building as my bedroom?” Everyone looked over to the admin building, a small wooden shack with nothing but a window, a door, and the capacity to hold barely one troll. “Huh? Huh? Asking the tough questions guys, asking the tough questions.”

“Oh, right.” Poppy nodded.

“Wait, you still haven’t met Y/n!” Tiny smiled brightly.

“No no no.” Bruce looked down at him with worry.

“No no no no no no…” John Dory, Branch and Poppy chimed in, not noticing Clay’s shocked expression.

“Y/n?”

“Oh yeah, you’re other friend. Where did she go?” Viva looked around to try and spot her. Y/n tried to sneak away behind Bruce but was quickly noticed by Tiny.

“Here she is!” He happily exclaimed.”

“Dammit Tiny!” Y/n stomped in frustration.

“Y-Y/n, hey.” Clay awkwardly waved and stepped forward.

“Hi Clay.” The two struggled in finding a comfortable greeting backing out of a fist bump, handshake and high five. After awkwardly trying to move around their hands they tried leaning in for a hug but backed out of that too. Y/n eventually opted to just give Clay two pats on the shoulder as they exchanged awkward toothy smiles.

“Uh anyway.” Clay stepped back, Y/n doing the same. “I can’t believe you all are here. Wait, where’s Floyd?”

“That’s why we’re here. Branch stepped forward. “Floyd’s been taken prisoner in Mount Rageous by superstar singers, Velvet and Veneer.”

“And the only thing powerful enough to free him is the perfect family harmony.” The five adult trolls finished together. Tiny’s face contorted in confusion.

“Okay, either they just made that up or I have not been paying attention.”

“Well why haven’t you just called he authorities?” Clay asked but slowly came the conclusion by himself. “Oh, unless Floyd is being held in an impenetrable diamond prison.”

“Yeah, that.” John Dory confirmed.

“I’m in. I’d also like to volunteer to keep track of our expenses, just cause I think you’re gonna need somebody to be on top of that.” Clay gave the group an almost smug smile.

“Yeah I don’t think you’ll get any pushback on that front.” Bruce spoke up. Branch’s expression turned to a more serious tone.

“Great, but we need to leave for Mount Rageous like now.”

Part 2 coming soon. Have an amazing day/night where you are!✨

#trolls 3 x reader #trolls band together #trolls x reader #clay x reader #trolls clay x reader

[yallemagne]

Continuing from yesterday. Van Helsing's repeated insistence that they made The Right Choice! is entirely for the sake of stroking the men's egos.

"So far," he said, "our night has been eminently successful. No harm has come to us such as I feared might be and yet we have ascertained how many boxes are missing. More than all do I rejoice that this, our first—and perhaps our most difficult and dangerous—step has been accomplished without the bringing thereinto our most sweet Madam Mina or troubling her waking or sleeping thoughts with sights and sounds and smells of horror which she might never forget."

It's just so obviously for the men's sake over Mina's!! Now, you may say "hey bastard! he's expressing concern for Mina here! what do you mean?" I'll tell you what I mean. This first and perhaps most difficult and dangerous step had no need to be so difficult and dangerous. What keeps them from breaking into the house in the daytime? Nothing, you'll see that it's nothing. VH agreed to Quincey's insistence they act at night because this presents another opportunity to whack his sexist message into their skulls:

"See! You are all shaken and put off by the dilapidated building, but just think how poor weak feeble Madam Mina would suffer had we brought her along!"

Her alleged weakness is leveraged to make the men feel all the stronger for braving a fucking haunted house.

The trauma that VH claims Mina would suffer for the rest of her life if she so much as heard a peep of their manly work is the trauma that Jonathan already suffers. "But he's cured, right?" Not how PTSD works. He was relieved to finally understand that his experiences were real, but that was only the first step to recovery. Imagine how Jonathan feels being told that if he is honest with his wife, she will become like him but with possibly no chance of recovery! After all, she is a woman and he is a man.

"So I shall go, if I may, and cheer myself with a few happy words with that sweet soul Madam Mina. Friend John, it does rejoice me unspeakable that she is no more to be pained, no more to be worried with our terrible things. Though we shall much miss her help, it is better so."

Mina is being kept here. To play fucking cheerleader for this old man. He is keeping her close so he can go to her for comfort, for reassurance that he isn't a thick-headed Dutchman like Renfield said. You are a thick-headed Dutchman, VH. It is not about her safety! She'd be sent home if that were the case! No, it's about tradition! It's about chivalry!

"I agree with you with all my heart," I answered earnestly, for I did not want him to weaken in this matter. "Mrs. Harker is better out of it. Things are quite bad enough for us, all men of the world, and who have been in many tight places in our time; but it is no place for a woman, and if she had remained in touch with the affair, it would in time infallibly have wrecked her."

Jack, I will kill you. I'm going to "infallibly wreck" you, you bastard. VH and Jack's repeated insistence on defending this stupid decision is unlike Jonathan's attempts to convince himself that he agreed to the right thing because oh no, they are not uncertain at all. They are patting themselves on the backs. They are Mrs. Westenra gloating about throwing out the garlic flowers. "I did not want him to weaken in this matter." Please, Jack, I would like him to weaken in this matter. These two only make each other worse, someone please separate them indefinitely.

#dracula #dracula daily #abraham van helsing #re: dracula #jack seward #john seward #dracula rant #vent #october 1 #tagging as vent so dumbasses don't get pissy about me not being an unbiased college professor

[edoro]

OC characterization: 3, 12, 14, 15, foooor... Jackson!

3. What’s something pointless/petty/unimportant that IRRATIONALLY ANNOYS THE HELL out of your OC? - well, i don't know if it's "irrational" exactly but he has some pretty intense sensory issues so certain noises will just make him SO upset. cannot stand being in the same room as other people who are eating because the sound of chewing or cutlery clinking/scraping on plates makes him want to commit murder and/or cry.

Jackson tends to get easily annoyed but also gets over it pretty quickly... he'll sulk for a few minutes and then be fine. things happening unexpectedly or mild disappointments can upset him a lot, like finding out he's unexpectedly out of his favorite cereal or something like that...

also, when he acquires his beautiful kitty Cheesecake, he WILL demand that people greet her, and he WILL get mad if they ignore her when they walk past her or she comes into the room.

also a lot of times the degree to which Laurence insists on Following The Rules Because They Are The Rules drives him up the wall. he needs things to make sense, and a lot of the stuff Laurence insists is important just does not make sense to him.

12. What perfectly-normal-to-them-thing does your OC do that confuses/pisses off/terrifies their neighbors? - everything about Jackson is confusing to people who don't know him lmao. he's never seen outside without the wrap-around mirrored shades of a celebrity trying to avoid the paparazzi. his gender is ??? and his presentation ranges from "androgynous pajama casual" to "sugar baby being taken on a date to a black tie event" with no apparent rhyme or reason. his response to being spoken to by strangers is to either stare in wide-eyed silence or to immediately begin enthusiastically rambling about whatever topic happens to be on his mind at the moment and he has little to no concept of "conversational norms."

he doesn't interact much with the neighbors except for accompanying Max on his hikes and walks to reduce the chances of someone calling the cops on him for WWB, however he DOES have a number of habits that concern his partners/roommates, such as:

-creeping around in the middle of the night with all the lights off (he sees very well in the dark) to sneak food

-hiding in spaces like under the bed, in the closet, or under the coffee table to chill out and accidentally (or sometimes on purpose) jumpscaring people

-taking care of any and all illnesses or injuries on his own or with his twin's help

14. What thing did your OC’s parents do that your OC wishes they had a better explanation for? - lol. lmao.

uhhh pretty much literally everything, starting with "why did you even decide to have us in the first place?" and going from there. Laurence and Jackson were born to a single trans father who went to some length and expense to get pregnant with them using a sperm bank, and he proceeded to raise them both in the most insane way possible, keeping them incredibly isolated and trying to mold them both into his personal little ideal doll children based on his whack-a-doodle gender norms.

Jackson would especially personally like to know why he was the target of so much more outright physical violence than Laurence was, and why their dad just seemed to never really like him from the start. they were both horrifically abused, but Jackson's abuse included a degree of open sadism that was much more subtle in Laurence's, and he still doesn't really understand why he was singled out that way in particular.

also, he does NOT get why their dad divided up the chores the way he did. it seems so arbitrary! and even when Laurence (pre-coming out) WANTED to do 'boy chores', their dad wouldn't let him! absolute bullshit!

he just really wants an explanation for like... his entire life.

15. How often does your OC “zone out” or do things on autopilot and how severe have the problems that have arisen from that been? - oh SUPER often. Jackson dissociates a ton, at times severely enough that he'll lose hours-long chunks of time.

the biggest problem, for the most part, is that he'll spend a while doing things and then just not remember what he did during that time, which freaks him out. sometimes he'll just kind of end up sleeping or doing nothing all day, just sort of sitting and staring or wandering vaguely around.

he's also gotten VERY lost trying to do things like go to the store or go outside on his own, where he forgets what he's doing or where he's going or why he's there or where he is and gets turned around and confused. it makes it hard for him to hold conversations because he can't remember what people just said or what he was going to say, and often struggles to really verbalize his thoughts at all (or even HAVE thoughts.)

he's hurt himself doing stuff around the house because he forgot he was holding something sharp or touched something hot or things like that. on occasion he's burned food or left a burner on or things like that, which used to get him punished when he and Laurence lived with their dad.

his memory of his own life up until his dad died and he and Laurence moved in with Max and Emmy is really fragmented and spotty. there's a lot of stuff he just doesn't remember at all, including some specific things that happened to him while Laurence was away at college that kind of suddenly come back after a couple of years which are pretty hard for him to process and deal with.

he needs a lot of reminders about what to do/house rules/where people are/what their routines are, and he often ends up leaving himself notes to tell himself what he was doing because otherwise he'll forget later. he also often will forget that someone left and need to be reassured that it's okay and they're coming back.

#jackson #he has problems! #<-blorbos from my brain #asks #ask games

[harrison-abbott]

James Jep

Lots of people thought Jep was crazy. I always thought he was different, but not crazy. He certainly wasn’t judgemental – like all of the folks who judged him. And he grew up two streets away from me, so he was a proper neighbourhood lad. Perhaps that was the main reason I wanted to help him. But, shhh. I’m not supposed to tell anybody this.

It started for real – the modern spate of ‘crazy’ incidents – when Jep lost consciousness in the supermarket. None of us actually saw it; so we had to rely on verbal accounts from other people. And there were differing versions of the story.

Somebody said that he fainted because of the heat. Another person said that he had a seizure, due to his heavy alcohol drinking. Either way, he definitely conked out in the middle of the shop floor, and he whacked his head off the nearby shelf. He cut his head when he landed.

The security guard had seen the fall on one of his camera screens. And then came to find out what happened. He pulled Jep up by the shoulders. And Jep gradually woke up. To find this blood all over the floor and down his shirt. He panicked. Jep was afraid of the security guard because he was scared of men in fluorescence anyway. So he shot up.

Lots of people had stopped and were looking at him. Jep started singing. What did he sing? Somebody said it was a Rolling Stones song, others said it was a classic ABBA track. But, yes, he started belting out this song, with this gash on his forehead, and he ran out bleeding from the supermarket.

And then didn’t come home for over two days.

I went around to his place to see him because I was concerned. He had a plaster on his head. And he looked ill.

“Did you go to the hospital, Jep?” I asked.

“For what?”

“For the knock on your face.”

“Ah. Nah, it’s just a little mark.”

“It doesn’t look little …”

“Meh.”

“And what’s this stuff about you singing?”

“Huh?”

“You were singing an ABBA song.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

That was when he was in his kitchen, sitting at the table with his grey skin and mindless eyes. I didn’t see him again for ten days.

Until I saw him in my back garden. He banged on my living room window whilst I was inside, reading a book, and I can’t remember the last time I got such a fright. I got up and opened the window.

“Jep! What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Hey, Sam. They’re after me.” He was sweating and panting. “Can I come in?”

I couldn’t exactly refuse him. He smelled of chemicals and his breathing was hoarse and he sat down behind the door and hugged his knees. And again repeated that They were after him. “Who is after you, Jep? You’re not making any sense.”

“You know who, Sam! The people we’ve been terrified of our entire lives. But I didn’t do anything. They can’t peg a crime on me. They’ll try. But I know I’m innocent.”

He trembled on the carpet, huddled and shaking. I sat on the couch and looked at him. And just as I was about to offer him a glass of water [this being all I could think to do at the present moment], the front doorbell rang. Jep jumped, as if he’d been shocked.

“Did you tell them I was here?” he whispered.

“No …”

“Oh. Sam – not you as well.”

“I don’t know who it is, Jep.”

I crossed to the other side of the living room and looked out the window into the front garden. There was the postman waiting at the front door with a parcel.

“Jep. It’s just the postie. For Christ’s sake. Hang on a second.”

I went down the corridor and opened the front door and the postman handed me the package and we thanked each other and I just the door and that was it.

When I got back into the living room, Jep wasn’t there anymore. He’d left through the back garden door, which was slightly ajar … and when I went into the back garden there was no sign of him. I called his number but he never picked up.

The next I heard of him was through another friend. Who called me up one evening.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey. What’s up. Have you heard about Jep?”

“No? What did he do now?”

“He robbed the petrol station.”

We didn’t have to rely on word of mouth this time. Because they’d caught it on CCTV and it was on the news. Jep had run in to the little store by the petrol station, with a bread knife, and had ordered the girl clerk to put the till money in a bin bag. Jep hadn’t even bothered to wear a mask.

The clerk was terrified but she was bemused as well because there was hardly any cash in the counter. She threw the measly pile of notes and coins in the bin bag and then Jep escaped with it.

Now the police are looking for Jep.

Nobody knows where he is.

The police came around to my house the other days. Since I’m his friend. I’ve never been questioned by the authorities before and to have these suspicious aggressive men in your home is unnerving.

During the questioning, they kept referring to him as James. Which is his real name. I actually don’t remember how Jep got his nickname. It’s been so long that he was known as Jep that it was odd to hear him be called James.

I think it was because of this old collie dog that used to live around the block. Except, that dog didn’t quite live anywhere, due to its constant roaming and ceaseless energy. It was a real fun dog – used to play football with us – and his name was Jep. The dog was totally insane. He never stopped running or snarling or doing something manic. We were half scared of the canine and half in love with him.

He’d often steal our football in his teeth and dart away with it – when he got annoyed that he wasn’t getting enough attention with the ball.

His intense energy levels only stopped when he got hit and killed by a car out on the main motorway. And the driver, whoever it was, never even stopped, and just left Jep lying there on the concrete.

Jep the boy, the human, was almost as frantic and restless as Jep the dog. We knew that when we were kids. And so somebody called James Jep, one day, and the nickname stuck and resonated. The way good nicknames often do.

#writeblr #creative writing #spilled ink #prose #writers on tumblr #short fiction #stories #tumblr writers #fiction #short story #spilled words

[judeswhore]

Bestie I saw that you want kai request , so here we are ☺️, one where he suprises you with the new dog in your birthday

i wld like kai and a dog for my bday

gizmo - kai havertz

"Eyes closed." Kai settled his hands over your eyes, chest against your back as he led you from the kitchen, his breath soft against your ear.

"Why is it this much of a secret?" You grumbled, fingers wrapping around his wrists in an effort to make sure you weren’t actually going to trip and fall into something. Kai had been talking none stop since yesterday about a certain surprise he had for your birthday but no matter how much you’d asked he’d given no hint or clues to what it was and now that he was making you walk blind around your house you were quite concerned about the outcome.

“Because it is.”

“You’re not gonna like, have something whack cake into my face are you?”

“We’re the only ones here.”

“Well then are you gonna hit me with a cake?” Your eyebrows drew together, feet slowing in their walk and tightened your fingers around your boyfriends wrists. You heard his soft laugh from behind you and that did nothing to calm your nerves.

“No, just keep going. I promise this is a good surprise.”

“Kai, I swear to God, if this is some prank you got off Mason I will break up with you.” Kai pressed a kiss against your shoulder as he nudged you to go a little faster.

“It isn’t. Have a little faith in me. Okay, I need you to sit on the floor.” Your frown deepened because seriously what on Earth was he playing at? “Keep your eyes closed.” He took hold of one of your hands so he could help you sit and then the feel of him was gone, the only indication he was still near you being the soft hum he was letting out and the pad of his socks over the carpet.

"This is weird."

"Hush. I know you've been talking about this for ages, well both of us have actually, but this is about you not me. Anyway, I thought this was the perfect opportunity." Kai sounded giddy and the tone of his voice made your lips tilt into a confused smile, head cocking to one side. You'd talked about lots of things with him so you weren't exactly sure what it was you'd talked about that would pass as a birthday present.

There was a few seconds of silence and then you heard him make his way back over to you and in the next second something fluffy barrelled into you and started licking at your hands. A surprised noise fell from your lips, eyes flying open to see the smallest, cutest little puppy jumping in your lap and attempting to eat your fingers.

“Oh my fucking God.” Your arms immediately curled around the little dog and you nuzzled your face into his fur as Kai settled opposite you, smile bright as he took in how happy you were. He couldn’t help taking his phone out and taking a bunch of photos, already planning on using one for his lockscreen. “Hi, baby, look at you.” You stroked your hand gently over his head and giggled when he tried to lick your face. Your eyes met Kai’s and your smile got even brighter. “A puppy?”

“We’ve talked about getting one a lot. About wanting to test run what it would be like to have a baby,” He gave a soft shrug of his shoulders, shuffling closer to stroke his own fingers over the little ball of fluff. “Your birthday was the perfect chance to buy one.”

“Is that what this is gonna be? So we can see how we’d be with a baby?” The thought of that sent a giddy feelings through you and your heart leaped even more at the shy nod Kai sent your way, his gaze dropping from yours.

“I was hoping so. I want to have a family with you but I know we’re still so young so I thought we could have a different type of baby.” You leant forward, the puppy still trying to lick your hands, and kissed his cheek, watching the soft blush spread.

“The start of our own little family.” You let him kiss you softly on the mouth and then you pulled back, attention going back to the little dog who was trying to eat your sock. Kai followed your gaze and gave a little laugh.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

“This is the best present ever, Kai. Seriously, I love you,” You bent your head and kissed the puppy’s little fluffy head, completely obsessed with how soft his fur felt beneath your fingers. “And I love you too, my little baby.”

“What are you gonna name him?” You glanced at Kai with a frown.

“He doesn’t already have one?”

“Nope, it’s all down to you.” He moved over so he could sit behind you, legs on either side of your body, the puppy sniffing around between you. Kai wrapped one arm around your waist and propped his chin on your shoulder, the fingers on his other hand scratching the little dogs head. You leant back against his chest and hummed before a smile climbed onto your lips.

“Gizmo.”

“Like the Gremlin?” Kai sounded confused but you knew immediately that was the new puppy’s name.

“Uh huh. Gremlins was the film we watched the first night I ever spent with you, I think it’s the perfect name for our first family member.” Kai took a few seconds to get over the shock that you remembered what movie you’d watched together and then muffled his laughter into your neck.

“Gizmo.” His breath tickled your skin and you nodded, lifting Gizmo up to your face so you could give him kisses, voice turning baby like in a way that had Kai laughing in louder.

“Give daddy kisses, Gizmo.” You brought him up to your shoulder so he could lick at Kai’s face and your boyfriend scrunched his nose, eyes clenching shut as Gizmo excitedly kissed him. “He loves you already.”

“He should do, I gave him treats to keep him quiet in the car.” Kai nuzzled your neck again, lips pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin below your ear as you shivered against him. “I love you, I’m happy you like him.”

#chelsea fc #football #football imagine #kai havertz x reader #kai havertz #kai havertz one shot #kai havertz imagine #kai havertz fluff #kai havertz fic #kai havertz blurb

[some-random-loki-stan]

The Man Needs His Cat

Bucky x fem!reader

Word count: 1,960

Warnings: mentions of animal death, fluff, Tony/Bucky interaction

Summary: Bucky and Reader stumble across a kitten in the woods and Reader is tasked with asking Tony for a huge favor. 

A/N: y'all- I'm head over heels in love with catperson!Bucky

The situation had to be dealt with carefully, (Y/n) knew. She didn't want to come on too strong or he'd be quick to turn her down. Maybe a hypothetical would be the best course of action... She took a breath and pulled her shoulders back. Then, with only a second of hesitation, she entered Tony's lab. 

He greeted her from his hunched over position at one of the many cluttered tables, barely sparing her a glance. In the heat of engineering, he worked on some odd piece of tech he had yet to fully present to the team. She echoed a small 'hello' back and rocked awkwardly back and forth on her feet. 

Still not looking up, Tony indulged the girl with idle conversation. They spoke of their day, of current world news, of the weather. That's how he knew she wanted something. The girl would always engage him in casual conversation just before asking a favor. Tony didn't mind much, of course. If anything, he found it entertaining how intently she tried buttering him up. But today he had quite a bit of work to get done so he wanted to get this show on the road. 

Putting his tools down, he looked at her pointedly with a knowing grin. "Alright kid, what's up?" He asked.

(Y/s)'s eyebrows raised in question, playing dumb. "What do you-" 

"Drop the act, (Y/n)," he chuckled, and grabbed an already greasy rag off the desk next to him to wipe his hands. He stood and made his way to her, tossing the rag back on one of the several tables in the lab. "I know when you want something, so just go on. Ask." He said, his face light with a smirk.

(Y/n) flushed with warmth, embarrassed by his boldness. But she continued anyway, determined to fulfill her promise to Bucky. 

The night before, she and Bucky were on their way home from the movies. It was a beautiful night out and in their comfortable silence, they found themselves on a slight detour through the woods. At some point, Bucky had pulled over off the side of the road and onto a look out.

Bucky, ever the silent communicator, simply stared at (Y/s) confused face with the softest smile on his own, before stepping out of the car. While (Y/n) scrambled to open her door, Bucky walked the couple of feet towards a barrier fence overlooking the river beneath him. His eyes followed the shine of the water as it drowned the boulders lining the river bed. He thought for a second how exciting the challenge of rock hopping sounded, never really having gotten the chance to as a child.

The call of an owl pulled his attention to the tree line which he observed with such intensity that (Y/n) nudging his arm made him tense. She flashed him a smile to calm the surprise on his face and in an instant, his arm was around her, pulling her close. They both looked out at the shadowed woods and (Y/n) was even sure to point out the moon and stars themselves. 

In the silent moments that passed, they both had turned to embrace each other wholly. They stayed like that for a moment and then Bucky pressed a kiss to her forehead. Pulling back to look at his warm, loving face, she found acute concern instead. He was glancing just past her head, off into the bush leading down to the river bank. 

"What's the mat-" she asked quietly, shrinking away. 

Bucky pressed his fingers to his lips and hushed her quickly and gently and then slowly gestured to his ear. Listen, he was telling her. 

She didn't hear anything at first. Nothing but the rush of the river below them and the gentle night breeze above them.

But then, just as she was about to ask again, she heard it. The faintest of mewling. Barely audible but definitely there. 

Bucky grasped her shoulders and looked her in the eyes once more before he squeezed them tightly and moved past her. He approached the thicket and hesitated for only a second before pressing forward. The branches hurt his skin but he'd suffered worse.

(Y/n) tentatively called his name to which he responded "I've almost got it." His voice sounded distant and strained and it worried (Y/n) that she could no longer see him through the darkness, being so close to the river and all. But as long as she could hear his grunts of discomfort from the branches whacking him in the face, she remained calm enough. 

Eventually, he emerged. Even in the dark, (Y/n) could see the pure white fluff sticking out between Bucky's fingers. As he approached, the fuzz ball revealed its face from its careful hiding spot in the crook of Bucky's arm and glanced around. Two dark eyes and the palest little nose swung in her direction, its whiskers twitching with cautious curiosity.

A kitten.

The poor thing was trembling but so was Bucky. Placing a hand on his forearm, she beckoned his attention and spoke low.

"What was it?"

To bide his time, he shifted the kit closer to his chest and took a deep breath. He didn't meet her eyes but he mumbled just loud enough to hear.

"A whole box of them but…." He didn't dare finish the sentence and instead held the kitten in front of his face, ignoring the unwarranted feeling of loss he felt for its siblings. Swallowing hard, he finally met the girls soft, understanding eyes and smiled sadly. 

Before she could say anything, the small creature let out another indignant mewl that seemed to reassure Bucky just a bit. With that, (Y/n) moved to his side and slung her arm around his waist.

"Alpine," he mumbled.

"What's that?"

"I think I'll call him Alpine." Bucky said fondly. His eyes never left the baby and the girl knew he was in deep.

"Oooh, I know that look." She tittered. Bucky only stared, his eyebrow creased, questioning. "That's the way you look at someone you love. That's the way you look at me." She said with a blush, nudging him lightly.

His face melted into that soft loving one she cared for so dearly. The kitten settled into the warmth that embraced him as the couple kissed.

"Let's get a move on. It's getting colder and colder by the second and I'm sure this little guy agrees." The kitten mewled one last time.

With a light chuckle, they spared one last glance over the look out before returning to the car where Alpine slept peacefully in Bucky’s lap the whole way home.

The two couldn't help but discuss what they were going to do with little Alpine. Bucky was set on keeping it and had even decided to clear his schedule the next day to make a vet visit. The only issue was their living space. They weren't too sure how Tony would react to them bringing a cat in off the street. But the girl could see how much the kitten meant to Bucky already so she promised to talk to Tony in the morning. 

Well, morning came and now here she was.

Tony crossed his arms impatiently. "Well?" He pressed, tilting his head up.

(Y/n) anxiously grasped her hands in front of her and leaned forward a bit. "What would you say to the idea of us getting a pet?" She stared openly at his face as he stared back at hers. The question bounced around in Tony's head, leaving his eyebrow slightly creased and the room painfully quiet. (Y/s)' nervously raised eyebrow gave him a clue into the situation.

"Right….and who exactly is this 'us' you're referring to? Cause something tells me I'm actually being iced out of this decision." Before she could even get a full breath in, he continued on. "All right, what are we working with, huh? A rabbit? A goldfish? If it's a parakeet, it won't even get past the front door, so help me god." 

The girl shook her head as she let out a laugh. She could tell he wasn't overly fond of the idea. It was clear by the way his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. But judging by the way his voice didn't fall completely flat, he wasn't opposed to it either….not entirely, anyway.

"No, no. Not quite. It's a cat. A kitten, actually, so there's still time to train it and all," She reassured him. "And Bucky should be getting home any minute from the vet with him if you'd like to say hello."

Tony caught himself before he let his expression drop at the name of the elusive ex soldier. He'd gotten better at watching himself since the two of them moved in. Bucky and (Y/n) weren't together when they did, but being only a few steps down the hallway certainly allowed them a closer relationship.

Tony nodded his head reluctantly and dropped his arms to his sides. 

He followed the girl down the various halls as she recounted how they found the poor kit, and found themselves approaching the common room. Or the family room, as (Y/n) preferred to call it, while simultaneously prattling on about how much time and energy the team wastes pretending to hate each other. Huh.

They could hear the tinkling of a bell being wacked around from down the hallway. As they entered the room, they stopped in the archway and took in the sight before them. 

Bucky sat crisscrossed with his back to them. In his hand was a feather wand, standing out bright purple, blue, and white against the dark brown floor. In front of him, white fluff darted back and forth. There was the smallest sound of tearing as its tiny claws ripped against the carpet, no doubt leaving it frayed.

Tony tried his very best to suppress his dissatisfied grumble...

They watched for a bit as Bucky went back and forth with the kitten. Tony didn't have to look hard at all to see how much the ex soldier cared for the tiny thing. No only because of his undivided attention towards the cat but also because of the many beige bags labeled "PetsPlus+"  full of toys, treats and towers scattered around the sofas. 

He thought it might be good for Bucky to have another companion around. Maybe it would help him relax. Maybe even lighten up a bit.

Tony stepped forward.

"So, uh, I'm not a big fan of funky smells so that's got to be top priority as far as pest control goes with this thing, alright?"

Bucky jumped to his feet and Alpine followed suit, hackles raised. Bucky quickly scooped him up and held him close. "Of course." (Y/n) made her way over to them. "Our rooms are big enough to keep him there most of the time and we have already worked out all the responsibilities between us. We've got it covered."

Tony stepped back a bit looking them up and down, humming. "I expect weekly visits in the family room," he said pointedly, then waved his hand. "Keep it tidy, folks." And with that he left the couple to their new fascination.

Tony lingered at the doorway on the way out. While the couple was distracted, he found himself watching that wretched arm. The dark, intimidating metal turned soft and gentle as it reached out fearlessly to antagonize the tiniest, weakest thing in the room. No hesitation, no fear. Not in Bucky or the kitten. Tony knew then that it stayed, no question.

The man needed his cat. And damn it, he'll get it.

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[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Lessons 18-20

Series Masterlist

T-the season finale… *sniffle* it’s been a wild ride y’all… I’ve never actually written and stuck through with something for so long, so this is a real achievement for me! I really hope you guys have enjoyed this completely weird fluffy/angsty/mildly crackhead adventure! Please enjoy the last part!

All is well, the family is back together, everyone’s fine, the school year is almost over-

Wait, the school year is almost over?

Upon realizing that, everyone settled into a state of mild panic.

MC couldn’t just leave, they were part of the family! An integral part! They were the only thing keeping everyone from murdering each other during family game night!

As for Lucifer’s personal feelings on the matter, things were… tough.

When the exchange program was announced, Lucifer expected it to end like most of Diavolo’s ideas: annoying to clean up, it certainly couldn’t have ended worse than when he and the Crown Prince ended up getting cursed to hold hands for 25 hours straight. What Lucifer didn’t expect was for a child he didn’t even know he had to end up as the human exchange student and for his entire life to be thrown out of whack. That child of his was busy finishing up their final paper of the year.

“Hey, father,” MC looked up from their paper with a cheeky smile. “Do you think that the next exchange student will be as fun as me?”

“I sincerely hope not.” Lucifer sighed, continuing to sift through his paperwork on his desk. “Your kind of ‘excitement’ has completely worn me out.”

“Aw,” MC giggled, then went back to work. “So you don’t want me to stay here then?”

Lucifer stiffened and looked up from his paperwork. “Don’t put words in my mouth, MC.”

“So you do want me to stay. Interesting~” MC said as they began to sweep the eraser shavings off their paper. “Well, if you want me to stay so badly, you could have just asked.”

“P-pardon?” Lucifer blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. “You want to stay?”

“Since you’d be so sad without me, I guess I just have to don’t I?” MC stood suddenly and slapped their finished essay on Lucifer’s desk. “The sacrifices I make for this family, I swear!”

We stand with you, MC, sacrifice your sanity for your weird-ass familia.

Anyway, Lucifer was thrilled that MC wanted to stay with him in the Devildom, the problem was… MC’s other parent may not have been too keen to just give up their baby.

You know, the demon child they raised all by themselves, with no help from Lucifer because he didn’t know MC existed…

Someone get MC’s ren on the phone! Stat!

“Alright dear little brothers of mine, listen closely because I’m not repeating this.” Lucifer looked over the living room couches at the other six rulers of hell. Belphie was sprawled out on one of the couches and was drooling all over Beel’s lap, Satan was making a point to look as disinterested as possible and kept sneaking glances at the book he was holding, and Mammon was wrestling Levi dangerously close to where Asmo was filing his nails.

Sighing in defeat, Lucifer continued. If any of his brothers misbehaved he couldn’t say he didn’t warn them. “MC‘s parent will be coming to visit.”

Everyone’s attention snapped to Lucifer. Wonderful.

“They’ll be staying for a few days and will decide if it’s in MC’s best interest to primarily stay in the Devildom from now on.”

Asmodeus slowly raised a hand. “Luciiiiiiferrrr!”

“Asmo, is your question overly personal in nature?”

The Avatar of lust brought a manicured nail to his cheek and daintily tapped it. “Mmm… I don’t think so.”

“Ask.”

“How long were you and MC’s parent dating for? Won’t it be awkward to be around your ex?”

Lucifer dragged a gloved hand down his face. “It was a one night thing.”

“Really?” Asmo knitted his eyebrows in confusion. “It wasn’t a long drawn out forbidden romance? You must have had some Olympic swimmers down there!”

“Okay!” Lucifer clapped his hands. “Add that to the list of things Asmo is not allowed to say.”

“We have to take something off the list then…” Beel said through handfuls of chips. “The list’s full.”

“Fine,” Lucifer grumbled. “He can say [CENSORED] again.”

“Yippee! [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED]”

The group collectively groaned as Asmo continued to spout his profane nonsense.

“What did I just walk in on..?” MC stood in the doorway to the living room, still in their PJs.

“Oh, MC, your parent’s coming over to stay for a few days.” Lucifer quickly explained.

MC’s face morphed from confusion to horror. “What does that have to do with [CENSORED]?!”

This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE-

Anyway, after the initial confusion/horror, MC got really excited and rushed off to get ready. Meanwhile, the boys solemnly swore that they would be on their best behaviour!

Everyone needed to convince MC’s parent that everything in the Devildom was perfectly safe and that their little hellspawn was in good responsible hands.

Mammon tried to come up with a plan in case MC wasn’t allowed to stay with them, and let’s just say it involved kidnapping. But like- a chill kind of kidnapping where MC would be totally fine.

This idea was immediately shot down in favour of Beel’s plan B.

Beel would just… eat MC’s parent. No biggie, right?

Lucifer shot that one down the moment he heard it.

The only accepted plan for if MC wasn’t allowed to stay was just letting them go. They’d visit the Devildom. A lot. Many visits would be necessary.

So, the hour of MC’s ren’s arrival had come, and the student council assembled to greet them.

Greet the human. The completely non magical human. Greet them and then let them see the Devildom…

Was this exchange program really that good of an idea..?

MC frantically attempted to do some last minute fixes to their hair as they sat themselves down in their seat in the Assembly Hall. Ugh… stupid hair…

“Why are you so nervous?” Satan asked. “Is our visitor a neat freak basket case?”

“No!” MC huffed. “They’re not! I’m just making myself presentable so they don’t think I’ve gone completely feral down here.”

“Well, feral no, crazy, yes. Have you seen yourself lately?” Belphie snickered.

“SHUT UP BELPHIE.”

“Would you all be quiet?” Lucifer snapped. “You’re all acting like children.”

“I am a child.” MC snapped back. “What’s Belphie’s excuse?”

Belphie’s retort was cut off by the portal opening and a figure leisurely floating to the ground. They had an open parasol in their right hand that seemed to be aiding their gentle descent, and a large container full of what smelled like cookies tucked into their left side. The moment their toes touched the floor, the human gracefully closed their parasol and gave the assembled demons a sparkling smile and a polite bow.

“Thank you for allowing me the honour to visit,” the human’s voice was as soft and sweet as Cotton candy. “It’s a pleasure to officially meet the princes of hell themselves.”

:D yay!

After floating down from the sky like Mary Poppins, MC lost all sense of propriety and ran over to tackle their ren into a hug. It was that kind of thing where you really miss someone but you don’t realize exactly how much until you get to see them again.

Lucifer was, of course, the picture of elegance and “this isn’t awkward at all”-ness.

MC’s parent didn’t even seem to be all that concerned with the fact that their baby daddy was, y'know, LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR. THE MOST POMPOUS FUCKWAD IN THE DEVILDOM.

Please don’t tell him I said that, he’s still mad about the Go Fund Me…

MC was absolutely ecstatic to finally show their parent how much they’ve grown in terms of their demonic powers and all the friends they had made, but MC’s ren was more concerned with how much they had grown in terms of their height.

“You’re just so tall now,” MC’s ren giggled as they fixed their child’s hair. “You’ll get things off of shelves for me, won’t you?”

“Yeah yeah,” MC said, rolling their eyes good naturedly. “Like you can’t reach anything in your kitchen.”

“Okay,” Mammon, Satan, Levi, Belphie, and Beel were lagging behind Lucifer, MC, their parent, and Diavolo. “Change of plans, we ain’t eatin’ ‘em, we’re keepin’ ‘em.”

“We were never going to eat them in the first place, idiot.” Satan sneered. “And what’s with the change of tune? You were ready to wage war on the human world fifteen minutes ago.”

“…cookies happened.” Mammon mumbled. He had only gotten one of the human’s totally amazing offerings before Beel proceeded to eat everything. The cookie was perfect… so delicious…

“I say we keep the human.” Beel put a hand on his stomach. “I want more human world cookies.”

“They’re so cute too…” Asmo cooed. “A solid 10/10, and that’s such a rare ranking coming from the only 20/10 in existence!”

“Asmo, your vanity never ceases to make me want to roll over and-” Belphie’s insult was interrupted by him passing out and letting out a cartoonishly loud snore. It was a good thing Beel was able to quickly catch and throw Belphie over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

“Asmo has a point, they’re just so totally moe! Kawaii to the highest degree! That parasol, the homemade cookies, it’s just like something from a slice of life anime!” Levi squee-ed.

“So it’s settled, we treat ‘em nice, then we get ‘em to stay.” Mammon nodded to the rest of his brothers, who for the first time in the Demon King knows how long, his little brothers nodded back in full seriousness. They were actually doing a Mammon plan! Holy shit!

So, the brothers liked MC’s ren, what about Diavolo and Barbatos?

Well, MC’s ren had heard all about Barbatos’ amazing cooking from MC and Barb’s totally outstanding reputation, so the two got along swimmingly.

Dia. Loved. That. Human. They’re cute???? They’re sweet???? They brought COOKIES???! They don’t seem to be afraid of him at all????? Please be the exchange student next year :D

Oh yeah… he made a rule that said they couldn’t summon someone with kids… it would be cruel to rip a parent away from their child…

But apparently not a child away from their parent cough cough

Other than the uncle squad, MC’s ren got to meet the Purgatory Hall gang too!

MC was being just the most adorable tour guide, but that didn’t stop Lucifer from having a miniature heart attack any time a demon even looked at MC’s parent the wrong way. If MC’s ren got attacked or felt threatened in any way shape or form, he could say bye bye to his time with the one person in the HOL that didn’t live to make him pop a forehead vein. The human seemed outwardly unconcerned with any Devildom oddness and was amicably chatting with Diavolo while MC pulled them from place to place.

“And that’s Hell’s Kitchen, they have good sandwiches, and that’s Madame Scream’s, they have really good macarons.” MC helpfully pointed out the places as they passed them.

A much to familiar trio of voices called out from down the street. Father dammit, why were they here..?

“Hello Lucifer, what are you all up too?” Ugh… Simeon…

“From the sight of the rest of your brothers skulking about, it appears like they’re acting as bodyguards.” Solomon…

“MC? Who’s that?”

Oh good grief… that nasally little voice… the chihuahua was near… Now… Lucifer was a respectable demon… respectable demons don’t tease children in front of the parent of their child…

“Hello chihuahua.”

DAMN IT HE COULDN’T HELP HIMSELF!

“I’m not a chihuahua you demon!” Luke yapped.

MC’s parent daintily tilted their head and looked over at MC. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”

“Right, Luke, this is my ren, ren, this is a chihuahua.” MC grinned cheekily as they gestured between the two. Lucifer suppressed a laugh which resulted in a very ugly snort. It was a good thing the sound was drowned out by Luke’s exclamations of betrayal.

The chorus of “how could you?!”s and “I thought you were over that awful nickname!”s was put to an abrupt halt when the visiting human elegantly offered a handshake to the fuming angel.

“MC spoke very highly of you,” they chirped. “It’s very nice to meet you, Luke.”

Luke blinked a few times, then quickly straightened his posture, adjusted his hat, then shook MC’s ren’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

“That’s Simeon.” MC jerked a thumb in Simeon’s direction. “And that’s Solomon.”

“Luke got a whole introduction and we get that? Come on MC, I thought we were friends.” Solomon fake pouted at MC after giving a polite nod to MC’s parent.

“We stopped being friends after one of the potions you had me test out turned me into a-” as quick as lighting, Mammon had shoved his hand into MC’s face.

“A-ah, MC’s rememberin’ stuff wrong, nothin’ potion related happened to ‘em. Right, Solomon???!”

Taking the hint from Mammon, Solomon smiled and nodded. “Nope, nothing related to turning MC into a frog for a few hours.”

“Hm, well I’m quite happy that absolutely nothing frog transformation related happened.” MC’s parent said.

“Yeah, must’ve hit their head on somethin- YEEEOW!” MC had bitten down on Mammon’s hand and slapped it away from them.

“I did not hit my head on anything!”

“Yeah,” Beel nodded. “Nothing’s hit them since the Fangol ball.”

“The what ball?” MC’s ren asked.

“The Fangol ball that hit MC a few months back and broke their glasses.” Five of the brothers slapped their hands to their foreheads.

“Oh my…”

“Eh,” MC patted their ren on the arm. “That’s nothing compared to the giant snake at the retreat.”

“Oh! Do you mind letting me tell that story, MC?”

Lucifer was frantically signalling for Diavolo to stop talking but the crown prince was already beginning his retelling of the events. Luke would chime in with an anecdote from an even worse misadventure the two had gone out on every once and a while. This… this wasn’t going well at all…

MC’s ren was… weirdly chill about the whole thing…

“Oh, it’s so nice that you’re having fun, sweetheart. That reminds me of when I was young and your aunt Clytemnestra and I would go out and have adventures.” “Really? You went on weird adventures too?” “…what kind of adventures could possibly compare to being chased by a giant snake in an underground labyrinth..?”

The side characters ended up needing to abscond for various reasons and all that was left was the brothers, MC, and MC’s parent.

They made it to the HOL without issue, which is when Lucifer remembered that he did not put all the cursed objects out of reach… shit.

“Asmo… Asmo!” “What is it?” “Take MC’s ren out of the house in half an hour, keep them occupied in the living room!” “What? Why?” “I need more time to human-proof the house! Distract them, but no funny business!” “Dear brother, for the first time in a very long time funny business is the second thing on my mind! Wait… no, it’s the third… what have I become..?”

Asmo and Satan, super graciously by the way, led MC and their ren to the living room to distract- I mean entertain them for a bit!

Lucifer and the rest of the gang got to work moving certain things around and closing certain doors- shit where was Cerberus?! Did Lucifer forget to walk him that morning?!

So much to dooooooo…

So maybe bringing a human into Majolish and letting them roam around unsupervised wasn’t the best idea Satan and Asmo had, but it sure as heck was an idea. MC looked through shelves of hairpins and bracelets while their ren disappeared around a corner to look at scarves.

“We’re doing such a great job babysitting!” Asmo clapped his hands. “If MC had just been a normal human I bet they’d last the entire year under our care.”

“Hm, you might be right.” Satan smiled and nodded. “Humans are surprisingly entertaining.”

“Yes… speaking of, where exactly is the human?”

The sudden sound of metal slamming against flesh and the delayed sound of something incredibly heavy hitting the floor jolted Asmo and Satan from their conversation.

“Honestly, some people have no fucking manners!”

It was such a different voice than what Satan and Asmo were used to that the only thing that tipped them off to it being MC’s ren was the fact that MC began to giggle. MC’s ren stepped back into view carrying a metal staff that quickly transformed back to their parasol.

Asmo and Satan rushed over to check if their defenceless little human guest was okay, only to find some lesser demon passed out on the floor with an incredibly nasty bump on the side of their head.

“I’ve heard that humans are apparently quite delicious to demons but I didn’t expect someone to actually try and eat me.”

“I-um…” Satan sputtered, looking from Asmo to MC’s parent. “We’re uh…”

“You alright, ren?” MC called from over by the bracelet shelves.

“Yes, I’m alright.” MC’s ren gave the fourth and fifth born a calming smile. “No harm done, well, except to that poor bastard. I do hope I haven’t killed him… that would be such a nasty thing for the poor sales associates to find.”

Okay so maybe the defenceless human wasn’t so defenceless. That was a good thing… right?

“So where exactly did you manage to get your hands on such a weapon..?” “Ah, I come from a family of witches. This was a college graduation present.”

…doit doit seems legit.

The four made it back home just in time, Lucifer and the others had finished human proofing the house.

Yay!

The house tour went by smoothly, everything was all well and good until Beel and Belphie asked MC’s ren to make more cookies.

Oh god dammit the human said they would.

“Oh Beel, you shouldn’t eat the cookie dough raw… the eggs and raw flour will make you sick!” “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. Besides, it’s best not to interrupt Beel while he’s eating.” “Yeah it might end like the custard incident.” “Custard… incident?” “MC and Mammon ate my custard and I ended up breaking the wall that connected to MC’s room.” “Hunger tantrums, am I right?”

After that it was Mammon and Levi’s turn to babysit. It went about as well as you’d think.

Levi explained some anime plot in an attempt to make it seem like the Devildom was totally safe and that MC and their ren could stay forever no problem, while Mammon desperately suppressed the urge to swipe the cool parasol.

Finally, it was time for the verdict. Would MC be allowed to stay in the Devildom..? Or would they go back to the human world..?

“Lucifer?”

The demon in question looked up from his paperwork and tried to nod in the most casual way possible. MC’d ren was standing in the doorway, Lucifer must have missed their knock. “Yes? Do you need something?”

MC’s ren smiled and nodded. “It’s about MC’s living situation going forward.”

Lucifer stiffened and got up from his desk. “Y-yes… what about it?”

“MC has expressed that they want to stay here full time with frequent visits to the human world.” The softness that their voice had earlier in the day was completely absent as the human stepped forward into the study and closed the door behind them. “I want to know what you think about that.”

“Well,” Lucifer cleared his throat and tried to shake off the stupid sense of nervousness that had wrapped itself around him. A weak little human’s decision should not make him so anxious! “I would like for MC to stay here as well, I think it would be best for them.”

The human raised an eyebrow and twirled their parasol in their hand. “Really now? In your year with them you truly believe you know what’s best for them?”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “Yes. I do.”

MC’s ren went quiet for a few seconds before replying. “I see.”

“And that means..?”

“I knew this day would come, but I didn’t think it’d be so soon.” MC’s ren sighed, and for the first time all day, they actually let their exhaustion show. “I raised MC knowing that one day they’d end up in the Devildom. They’ve told me over and over again how much they like it down here…” the human took a deep breath and slowly shook their head. “If this is what they want… then I give my permission for them to stay with you.”

A wave of relief swept over Lucifer as he finally took a breath. “Thank you.”

“Mm… I’m going to have to use my favour though.”

The relief completely vanished as the Avatar of Pride’s blood ran cold. Memories flooded back from the one night the pair had spent together, the human had offered a cursed record to him that he had spent decades trying to find, in exchange, Lucifer let them have one favour. A favour from a demon was like a single pact order, Lucifer had to do literally anything this human wanted.

“Protect MC, even if it costs you your life.” The human’s words were careful and measured as Lucifer felt the order sink in. “You’ll do that for them, right Lucifer?”

Lucifer nodded as life flooded back into his limbs. “I would have done it without the order.”

So, the brother’s plan to make MC’s ren stay forever failed because they were going back to the human world with MC for summer vacation. Listen, it was needed, MC needed to see the sun lest they shrivel like a sad houseplant.

At least Lucifer technically had primary custody of his little heathen! Victory!

MC said their goodbyes to the friends they had made over the year as they prepared to leave for the next two months, it was filled with so many bone-crushing hugs that MC was surprised that their spine didn’t snap.

MC and Luke had lagged behind the much larger group as they made their way to the assembly hall. MC’s ren was dazzling the miniature crowd with stories of just how adorable MC was as a little kid. The half demon rolled their eyes and silently mourned the loss of any cool points they had gained over the year. Their little companion was oddly quiet, MC lightly nudged him and smiled.

“Aren’t you happy to be going home? You’ve been griping about being stuck down here the entire year. Don’t tell me you’re getting sappy, Luke.”

Luke puffed his cheek out and crossed his arms. “Of course I’m happy to be leaving, the Celestial Realm is the best place ever, the Devildom is completely terrible in every way.”

MC smirked and rolled their eyes again. Just let the little guy go on his rant…

“But… I am going to miss you…” Luke mumbled, MC’s eyebrows shot upwards as they turned their head to look at him. “Th-thanks for being my friend down here… MC. You’re… you’re really nice.”

To their absolute horror, MC felt a lump form in their throat. Oh dear Grandfather… the chihuahua was what broke them?! They quickly looked around to see if anyone was paying attention, then quickly pulled Luke into a hug. The hug was over as fast as it began, but it seemed that Luke didn’t particularly care and was more shocked at the sudden bout of affection.

“If anyone, and I mean anyone asks, I didn’t hug you.” MC murmured, quickly swiping at their eyes.

Luke nodded, a small smile spread across his face. “Got it!”

So the side characters left… *sniffle* everything’s okay… the DDDs work in any of the realms… they could still talk.

Soon, it was time for the final sets of goodbyes…

“Come on, Bean, we’re going to the human world!” MC tried to take the cat from Satan, who didn’t move a muscle.

“If you think you’re taking the cat from here, you’re delusional.” Satan’s smile didn’t leave his face, but the force behind his words was almost enough to make MC back off. Almost…

“My caaaaaat!” MC whined, they ended up getting lightly pushed away by Satan.

“Remember, the summer’s a good time to catch up on anime!” Levi advised. “There’s 24 hours in a day, and an average anime episode is 22 minutes long, you have loads of time!”

“I’ll keep up with my anime only if you promise to listen to the Death Note musical, Levi.” MC giggled and patted Levi on the shoulder.

“Remember MC, take care of your cuticles and your skin.” Asmo took MC’s hand and checked their fingernails. “They were an absolute mess before you got here, so I expect you to keep up your routines this summer!”

“Yeeeeeeeeeeees siiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrr.”

“Bye MC,” Beel handed MC a half opened cup of custard. “I almost ate it, but I didn’t. Make sure you don’t skip any meals this summer.

MC jumped up and gave Beel a quick hug. “Thanks Beel! I’ll be sure to enjoy the custard!”

“Bye, MC. See you next year.” Belphie stood awkwardly stiff, not exactly sure what to do. MC pursed their lips, then quickly wrapped him up in a hug.

“Bye Belphie, I hope all your pillow forts are structurally unsound.”

The avatar of sloth snickered and rested his head on MC’s. “I hope you get really comfortable and are fully ready to go to sleep, then realize you have to pee.”

MC gasped in fake offence and swatted Belphie on the arm.

Mammon put both his hands on MC’s shoulders, his face unusually serious. “Do ya remember what the great Mammon took painstakin’ effort to teach ya?”

“Payday loans are scams, witches are scary, bowline knots are the easiest to undo, don’t wear reflective sunglasses to a poker game aaaaaaaand…” MC grinned mischievously. “Any plan thought up by the Great Mammon should be subject to intense revision.”

“That’s ri- hey!” Mammon laughed and shoved MC towards Lucifer.

MC looked up at Lucifer, the pride demon looked down at them fondly. He reached out and gently ruffled their hair. “I’ll see you next year, MC.”

“Y-yeah…”

Lucifer crouched down slightly to get to their level and gave MC a smile. “I’m very proud of you, you’ve been an immense help this year. Thank you for everything.”

“Thanks for not being a stereotypical supervillain dad, father.” MC smiled softly and fixed their glasses. “Loveyoubye!”

MC turned and rushed to their ren’s side as Lucifer let out a soft chuckle.

“I love you too, MC.”

As Barbatos readied the portal to send the pair to the human world, MC couldn’t wipe the grin off their face. Geez, if this year was a metric mess of fun and insanity… what was the next year going to be like? The half demon’s grin morphed into a bit of a smirk. No way in hell their next year in the Devildom was going to be as insane as their first year.

MC almost giggled as they gave their family one last wave. That wasn’t the time to think about the future, besides, MC knew that it would take two insane chaotic humans to be summoned into the Devildom to even come close to the chaos MC managed to create, both on purpose and by accident.

And what were the odds of that happening?

——————

Authors Note: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ITS DONE SEASON ONE IS DONE!

I wasn’t able to fit the Anti Lucifer League stuff into this one, I’ll put it in a separate fic later!

I NOW NEED TO WORK ON GETTING THROUGH SEASON 2 IN THE ACTUAL GAME. To get mildly serious for a second, thanks to everyone who has stuck around to listen to me spout my fic-y nonsense, you all are nerds (affectionate) and I love you.

#obey me #obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #obey me shall we date #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me fic #Obey me! Headcanons #Obey me MC #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #obey me beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #obey me leviathan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Satan #Obey me Luke

[pitterpatterpot]

Can you wright a prompt with some bickering between Aedion and Fenrys with 183, 184, 186, 190 and 191?

Yes I can!

183. “What did you say?”

184. “Why are you so annoying?”

186. “Don’t ever mention that again.”

190. “Did you do this on purpose?”

~~~

“I want you to know that I entirely blame you for this,” Fenrys hisses, seething. “Out of all the birthdays I’ve had in my long life span, this has got to be the worse. Did you do this on purpose? I mean, I cannot even begin to fathom why you thought this was a good idea.”

“This was Aelin’s idea!” Aedion hisses back, squirming where Fenrys’s elbow digs into his side, their knees knocking. “Your birthday falls on the same week as the harvest festivals. She thought you’d enjoy the horror houses!”

Fenrys glowers. “Maybe I would, if not for the fact that we’re in here thanks to you!”

Jaw tightening, Aedion stares back as best he can in the dim light. The males lock gazes, both equally as frustrated and fed up as the other.

“At least,” Aedion growls, “I didn’t shriek when faced with a child in a sheet and push myself and another person into a closet that locks from the outside.”

“It looked like they were bleeding!”

“It was berry juice and starch! Don’t you have harvest festivals in Wendlyn?”

“We have stalls with treats, we don’t turn everything into a horrific nightmare!”

“Do not disrespect my favourite holiday,” Aedion snaps, jiggling the handle of the small closet they’re strapped in. “Shit. I can’t ram or kick the door with so little space. Can you use any magic?”

“What did you say?” Fenrys scoffs. “Of course I can. Just squeeze behind me, the only way this night could get any worse is if Gavriel kills me for scratching you.”

Snarling, Aedion acquiesces and shimmies as much as he can to stand behind Fenrys. The male presents his hand palm first towards the door, and slams it forward right above the lock. A small tremor passes through the door, both their tea hearing picking up in the lock shaking loose.

“I thought magic didn’t work in iron?”

“It doesn’t. But if you break enough of the wood around the lock and shake it loose a bit, you have guaranteed escape. At least for common doors that aren’t built for imprisonment,” Fenrys grunts, bracing his shoulder against the door and shoving it open. “Yes!”

“Oh, thank the gods,” Aedion sighs, stumbling out after him. “Contained spaces tend to be low on my list of enjoyments.”

“Same here, boyo,” Fenrys mutters, eyes scanning the hallway of Elide’s estate. “So every year different lords and ladies offer their houses to become den of horrors?”

“During the war it became something only a few could afford to do,” Aedion says, grinning as the excited shrieks of children drift towards them. “It’s nice that we were able to organise it on a larger scale this year.”

They begin strolling down the hallway, eyeing the fake cotton cobwebs strung up on the walls and masks pinned on the walls resembling ghouls.

“So aside from the bleeding children,” Fenrys hums, “what other grim surprises are in stall for tonight?”

“Why are you so annoying?” Aedion grumbles. “I was supposed to lead you to the dining room before you jumped out of your skin and locked us in that closet.”

“Don’t ever mention that again,” Fenrys growls, eyes narrowing. “And I’d say that it was a perfectly reasonable response to run away from little ones that looked fucking possessed.”

“Coward.”

“Do not start with me,” Fenrys huffs. “I didn’t even want to celebrate today!”

Aedion eyes him, frowning. Then he grins.

“You know,” the general drawls, slowing his steps, “the others are probably all in the dining room wondering where we are.”

“And?”

“And we have a whole mansion filled with paranormal paraphernalia. What do you say to giving them a bit of a surprise?”

Both wolves stop. And smirk.

~~~

“Where are they?” Aelin hisses, thighs aching from where she crouches behind a chair. “Why aren’t they here?”

“I’m done,” Rowan groans, unfolding from beneath a table. “They got lost. Aedion couldn’t find Fenrys. Fenrys doesn’t want to celebrate his birthday without his brother and this was a horrible idea. Pick a reason.”

“My back hurts,” Gavriel laments, tucked into a corner with Lysandra and Evangeline. “I’m feeling my age. Can I stand now?”

“Ancient warriors my ass,” Aelin grumbles, but nonetheless stands herself, hands poised on her hips. “Someone needs to go find them. Evangeline, you succeed and I’ll give you another sweet.”

The young woman’s eyes light up, as though someone threw a match onto two puddles of sugar-coated gasoline. Already her skin is practically vibrating from the copious amounts of sugar she’s consumed through the day. Hell, through the week.

“Maybe a break from sweets is needed,” Lysandra winces, stopping Evayfrom bolting out the room.

“Agreed,” Lorcan grumbles, huffing where he sits in an armchair, never even pretending to hide.

Elise pops up from behind the chair, lips pursed in concern. “Either they were lost or distracted by the children. I’ll go look.”

Before she can exit the room the door shudders with a bang, everyone turning defensive at the sound. Lysandra bears claws as all the fae in the room growl, Elide palming a small knife as Lorcan rises from his chair. A horrendous howl of pain echoes through the room.

The door swings open, a blood drenched body stumbling in before splattering to the ground. Cries of distress fill the space, growing louder at the red-streaked creature that pounces on Aedion’s bloody body, taking his neck between its jaws and wrenching loose a sticky, pink mass. The monsters body seems to flicker in and out of existence, a morbid spectre. Lysandra shrieks, Gavriel yelling and making a start towards the creature and his sons corpse. Everyone makes to move forward, distraught.

Until Aedion’s corpse starts shaking with laughter. As the spectre- the wolf drenched in red juice- starts licking the sugary sweet syrup of fake blood off him.

“Stop- you- that’s disgusting!” Aedion snorts, attempting to push Fenrys’s muzzle back from where it nudges at his neck.

“Oh my gods,” Lysandra hisses, eyes wide, clenching at her heart.

Gavriel and everyone else in the room groans, slumping into a chair or against each other. Except Evangeline, who cackles wildly.

“Sugar taffy!” She crows, pointing to the sticky pink mass they thought was Aedion’s skin in the low light of the doorway. “Brilliant! Next time you should use extra corn syrup to make it darker, like actual flesh!”

“Atta girl!” Aedion beams, clambering to his feet.

“Idiots,” Lysandra scolds with no bite, whacking his chest. “We nearly killed Fenrys. Look at your poor father.”

Indeed, Gavriel has turned several shades grey, slumped against the corner he was once hiding in, a hand over his face.

“Very clever,” Aelin sighs, kneeling next to Fenrys and wrapping an arm around his thick and furry neck. “But now you have taffy all in your muzzle and fur.”

She receives a lick on the cheek in response. She revolts in horror, everyone else cackling, even Lorcan sporting a grin.

“I just lost fifty years,” Gavriel croaks, closing his eyes. “Fenrys, I nearly killed you.”

A flash fills the room, and Fenrys smirks in his fae form. “Keep dreaming.”

He and Aedion cackle, jabbing each other as they make their way towards the table of food.

“I predicted this,” Rowan grumbles, taking his seat.

“Whatever you say,” Aelin sighs. “Happy harvest festival everyone. And happy birthday, Fenrys.”

The male actually smiles.

———

The spooky theme of this fic is thanks to Terrasen’s scary holiday, the harvest festival of Hollows Eve! I like to imagine Fenrys’s first birthday without his brother would be tough. But nothings a better distraction than some terrifying pranks!

#tog #throne of glass #Fenrys Moonbeam #Aedion #Aedion Ashyver #the cadre #ooooooh 👻 #Ask #prompt #prompt ask

[kopikokun]

Request 21: Haechan + “How did we get here?” (58) + “Are you high?’ (93) + “Why are you naked?” (109)

pairing; haechan x reader

genre; fluff, suggestive, childhood friends to lovers au

warnings; mentions of unprotected sex

The first thing that jolts you awake isn’t the numbing cold prickling your skin, nor is it the familiar sensation of having the duvet tugged away from your sound asleep body, no, it’s the abrupt animalistic snore in your ear.

You scramble into a sitting position, back resting against the headboard and legs tucked. Your heart lurches in your chest and you place your fist to it like that would do anything to calm its hammering. This paralysing fear only worsens the headache you’re currently experiencing. Cold sweat runs down your back as you face the person—or entity—that had just created that horrid sound.

With the strands of his soft hair falling into his eyes and his smooth golden skin illuminated by the fresh morning sunlight pouring through the blinds, Donghyuck looks beautiful, no, ethereal, nestled away beneath the covers. Your cheeks begin to grow warm. It’s unfair really, how nice he looks, peacefully asleep (besides the trail of spit dribbling from the corner of his mouth, that is). You can’t believe a sound that unholy came from someone who looks like that.

Your eyes dart warily across the interior of the room. Muted grey walls surround you, pictures of varying sizes hanging precariously from nails. A shelf lines the wall to your right, the first and second shelf packed with books of different kinds. Most of them, you recognise, are ones you have too. The college listed them as mandatory and you remember grumbling to Donghyuck about the ridiculous cost of them. On the right of the bookshelf sits a table, crowded with notebooks and eraser shavings. A laptop is half open on the table and there’s a single sticker beside the mouse pad. A familiar photo of you and Donghyuck from high school rests against the wall and past you smiles at you. You’ve been here before. Even though Hyuck just moved in with his best friend Mark last week, you’d been here twice, not including now. Since you’ve known Donghyuck, which was in like kindergarten, his room had somewhat become yours and vice-versa. You turn to face your childhood friend beside you.

Your heart rate begins to accelerate. Why are you in the same bed as Donghyuck? And where the fuck are his clothes?

You vigorously shake him awake, unable to hide your fret. “Hyuck!” He mumbles something in his sleep. “Hyuck! Wake up!”

Donghyuck groans, eyes squinted as they’re immediately greeted by the blinding sunlight flooding the room. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hand, propping himself up with an elbow.

His eyelids are still droopy and you frown. “Are you high?” Some stoner friend of Hyuck’s had come over last night and you wouldn’t be surprised if Donghyuck had taken a hit.

He shakes his head slowly, hair sticking out in all possible directions. “No, I’m just- I think I'm just hungover.” You visibly notice the way the early morning grogginess leaves him and is replaced with a feeling of bewilderment. “Why are you in my bed?” His head swivels to scan the room, face contorted into one of confusion. “How did we get here?”

You disregard his concerns, because both of you being half-naked is far more concerning. You decide to leave that mystery for later. “Hyuck, why are you naked?”

As if he’s just realised the fact, Donghyuck shields his bare chest from your eyes with his arms. “I’m not completely naked! I’ve, uhh,” he lifts the covers, peeking beneath them, “I have some shorts on.” You roll your eyes. That doesn’t help in the slightest. Donghyuck scoffs at your reaction.

The two of you stare at each other in silence, trying to process what’s going on and what on Earth happened yesterday. All you can recall from last night is showing up to Donghyuck’s party, the both of you immediately scurrying to the alcohol and downing anything you could get your hands on. Everything after that has now become one of Mother Nature’s greatest mysteries.

You try to come up with a logical explanation with all the evidence presented to you. You’re in bed in only an oversized shirt and your underwear with Hyuck, and he’s half-naked. You two had gotten absolutely thrashed last night and had no semblance of an idea as to what had happened. Did you two… No, you hadn’t… But, maybe you two—

“Did we have sex last night?”

You flush a deep red. You didn’t expect Donghyuck to bring it up so casually. You bite the flesh of your inner cheek. “I don’t remember. In fact, I don’t remember anything that happened last night.”

Donghyuck huffs. He flops back onto the bed, clasping his hands atop his toned stomach. You haven’t seen him so… exposed before. The last time you had was probably five years ago at your ex-boyfriend Jeno’s pool party. He’s definitely more well-built now, an ab-line beginning to reveal itself. Donghyuck’s cheeks seem to be adorning an adorable pink tint too. “Me neither.”

Seeing his nonchalance, your shoulders loosen considerably. You let your head fall back onto the headboard, stretching out your bare legs. The movement catches Donghyuck’s eye, but he swiftly averts his gaze, clearing his throat. “So, I guess we did.”

“Oh.” Donghyuck nods curtly. “Cool.”

“Yeah,” you pick at your nails, “cool.”

Donghyuck glances to the bedside drawer and then to the rubbish bin. “Did we, uhm, did we at least use protection?”

“Well, shit, I hope we did,” you fiddle with the edges of Hyuck’s covers, “I mean I really like you but I wouldn’t let you raw me the first time we have sex.” You can feel his intent stare, his eyes boring into you, making your skin crawl with unease. “But I’m on the pill, so I should be fine.” Hyuck still hasn’t let up, probably because his childhood friend of fifteen hears just confessed to him. “Follow me to the store to get a morning-after pill, okay?”

Donghyuck blinks. Once. Twice. “Oh, yeah, totally.” You’re praying he doesn’t bring up what you just said.

“You like me?”

Damn.

“Well, yeah.” You tack your gaze onto the ground.

Donghyuck, being the cheeky little bastard he is, shoves his face in your line of sight. He grins, planting both of his palms on your cheeks, forcing you to face him. “Say it again.”

Your face grows crimson. You feign ignorance, averting eye-contact. “Say what again?”

“Don’t act dumb,” Hyuck says, smiling coyly. “Say it again and look at me while you do.”

Your stomach twists, a sudden wave of bashfulness crashing into you. “Hyuck…”

His grin grows wider, a hint of amusement present. “Come on, baby. I won’t ask you again.”

Your face is a deathly shade of red now and the tips of your ears are burning. “I like you.”

Despite the fact that you are experiencing such a nerve wracking ordeal, the half-naked boy before you laughs. He’s delighted. “Say it again.” At your pout he giggles. “Please?”

“I like you. I like you. I like you. I like you, Lee Donghyuck.” You furrow your brows. “Happy now?”

Donghyuck has to stop himself from kissing you right there and then. “Very.”

“Now say it back.”

Instead, he satisfies his urge by pecking your forehead. “I like you too.”

“What the fuck are you guys doing?”

Both you and Donghyuck’s gazes immediately snap towards the door where a disgruntled Mark is leaning against the frame. Mark’s usually all bright smiles but right now, he looks disgruntled. He’s probably crazy hungover.

“I’ve only brought you in here half-an-hour ago Hyuck, and you can’t even keep it in your pants for that long?”

Donghyuck tilts his head in obvious befuddlement. “What do you mean half-an-hour ago?”

Mark scoffs. “I carried you in here? Half-an-hour ago? Because you were passed out on the floor? And I’m a super nice best friend?”

“So, I’ve only been in here for half-an-hour?”

Mark groans. “Are you still drunk? Yeah, I just said.”

“But why are we half-naked?

“You don’t remember?” Mark runs a hair through his disheveled hair, pushing his wire-framed glasses up his nose. “While we were cleaning up, you spilled a drink on yourself and puked on her, dude. Man, you must’ve been really drunk.”

“So then me and—”

“Anyway, can you guys keep it down? I’m trying to facetime my girlfriend.”

Donghyuck snorts. “Looking like that? You look like shit.”

Mark scowls. “Fuck off, asshole. I should’ve just left you on the floor, prick.”

As he storms away, Mark mutters a string of curses under his breath. You and Donghyuck sit in silence again, letting all that information which was unceremoniously relayed to you sink in.

“So, we didn’t fuck?”

“I guess not.”

Hyuck smiles slyly. “You want to right now?”

You reply by whacking him square in the face with a pillow as his laughter rings in your ears and Mark yells at you two to shut up.

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[hesgunnalovethis]

Act of Guilt

Summary: Your actions planetside begin to interfere with your daily life and Leonard McCoy, struggling to see you this way, wants to help.

TW: Teen rating for mature themes, we’re talking through some sleep paralysis, we’re having bad dreams, we're absolutely full of angst but we end on a high besties <33

This one goes out to all my homies that are overworked and underappreciated :’) whether it be school, college, uni, careers or general life; you are seen, you are valid and I think you’re doing a great job and so does our homeboy Leonard McCoy.

Masterlist!

Word Count: 1855

You were used to waking up against the frigid grey of the Enterprise. Even as a high ranking officer you were each assigned the same internal quarters, uniform in presentation. Glutted, you often heard a little more than you wanted to on either side of your walls. You feared that perhaps they heard a little too much as well.

You were used to waking up with frozen limbs. With the same familiar feeling washing over your head before rushing down to tighten your chest. The same reluctance to open your eyes to reveal whichever heinous scene your subconscious displayed within your familiar raw walls.

Every night played out the same: the face of someone you loved in front of your pointed phaser switched to kill, heaved awake by the thud of their lifeless body, held a frozen prisoner forced to endure whichever fear felt most prominent that morning.

Recently you couldn’t even bring yourself to near the bed. You’d return from shifts to sit on the bitter floor and recount the enemies you’d killed in the name of Starfleet. You’d think of their lives, their loved ones, their dreams.

You were brought to Starfleet to be a doctor; now it seems they’d have you do anything but.

It was Thursday. You made your way to the medbay to be briefed on the rota for this week. You weaved in and out of a sea of uniforms who stalked towards their own respective bases for their own respective rotas.

Your week often looked the same - another sense of routine you couldn’t seem to escape - five days with the ground team, one shift in the medbay, one day off. Your medbay shift was always the same too. Sunday shift: the biggest influx of causalities, highs of inpatients with the longest turnover time, most surgeries performed and somehow always understaffed.

Moving towards your, makeshift, office you picked up your PADD and looked for the rota that Leonard always sent to you prior to the briefing. Seven days of ground work. You almost doubled over from the thought of it. Your entire body felt hot as you took deep breath convincing bodily fluids to stay put.

With frantic pace you arrived at Leonard’s, very much real, office and found him turned away finishing his notes for the day.

You dropped the PADD in front of him with force, “Explain.”

“You know that if I had it my way you’d be here seven days a week.” Leonard spoke as if rehearsed, he’d obviously anticipated your visit.

“You have jurisdiction here, Leonard. Surely there’s something you can do? Something you haven’t tried?” You scrambled out as Leonard put his pen down and held his head in his hands.

“I’ve tried everything darlin’. You don’t know how important it is to me that you’re here.” Your mind flicked through your conversations in the medbay that went on a little too long as you stood a little too close. Stolen moments through the day you’d fill with genuine laughter and escapism. The fresh flowers that would appear in your crooked office that he’d never let you thank him for. You remembered the shifts where Leonard would let you take the lead while he caught up on sleep on his couch. The days you’d both stay behind and drink away the sourness until you met the sweetness of his lips on yours. “I’ve tried everything.”

“Tell them we’re understaffed. Tell them I’m indispensable. Tell them-” Your voice broke. Leonard head lifted at the sound revealing a deep hole in his cheek unmistakably driven in by a phaser shot.

You gasped, stumbling back through his office tripping over the coffee table centre piece of the room. Leonard moved towards you. Unable to take your eyes off the hole in his face as your hands dripped with blood and guilt you expelled your body weight willing the pull door to push open. Leonard’s hands levelled either side of the door frame his face close to yours. Ears muffled and knees giving way you pressed your eyes shut concealing the scene.

“Y/N?” Leonard asked after a few moments of stillness before lifting one of your eyelids shining his torch in each eye. As you readjusted to the light you saw Leonard’s face again, clean of everything but concern. You glanced round the room to find the coffee table the only thing out of place and your hands sweating but clean. You reached for Leonard pulling him in towards you. His hands swept round your back and he pressed a kiss into your temple.

“What” he asked, “the hell was that?”

“Felt like my dream.” You said performing exercises to convince Leonard you did not have a head injury without him asking.

“And you often have dreams of murderous me?” Leonard dissolved, guiding you towards the seats in the middle of the room, straightening the coffee table.

“No. I often have dreams of murderous me.”

Curious and cautious Leonard sat opposite you and reached for your hand. He pulled back sharply at first “You’re iced.” He clasped both your hands in his and puffed a long warm breath between them. Slowly your anxiety began to melt. The breath was real. The warmth was real.

“Every night I have a dream, eerily like an away mission, only the faces are swapped and I know who I’m killing. And then, I wake up and watch them die on my floor and my body screams at me to wake up and help them but I’m frozen. I can’t move.”

“Sleep paralysis?” Leonard asked still rubbing your hands between his own.

“That would be my guess. Every morning. Some nights I can’t face it.”

“What do you do those nights?”

“I stay up. Sit on the ground and think about all the lives I’ve taken in a job where I’m supposed to save them.” You stood up and walked towards the window in Leonard’s office, poking open the blinds to view the busy medbay. You sighed at the internal architecture of the ship. “It’s like I’m not real. I exist within grey walls or as a killing machine.” You slumped back down in the chair.

Leonard leaned forward slipping his hand round the back of your neck, scratching the base of your hair line. He held eye contact with you and sincerely stated, “You’re quite dramatic.”

“Week after week, Leonard. Every time I shut my eyes I see you or Jim or- or Chekov lifeless because of me! Makes you think of what those lives I’ve ended meant to someone else.” You stood up again walking towards the blinds, poking them open slightly hoping to see a different landscape. “And why does this ship have no exterior windows! Would it kill them to let me see the stars? Remind me where I came from.” Spitting the end vehemently towards Starfleet architects.

“Why don’t you come and stay with me for a while?” Leonard placed a hand on your shoulder, his other hand working the blinds out of your fingers before you broke them. “A change of scenery might do some good.”

“Aren’t you going to tell me I need to work through my guilt and reconceptualise my relationship with my job?”

“You’re a damn fine doctor Y/N. You don’t need me to tell you that, you just need a clear head to realise it for yourself.”

Leonard led you out of the medbay shouting a mere, “I’m a doctor, not a motivational speaker damnit.” In place of his weekly briefing.

Together you walked the length of the ship. Leonard asked you more about your dreams presenting it as conversational but you could see the medical cogs in his brain turning. “You’ve never had psychological training?” Leonard asked at one point with a startled stopping of his feet.

“Psychological training? What med school did you go to?” Scoffing at his faith in The Academy.

“Not med school, but I did a fair whack before I joined Jim’s ground team. You’ve never had- my god! No wonder you’re wracked with guilt darlin’ that is- that is- how did you ever end up planetside?”

“I don’t know I’m just pretty handy with a phaser I guess.” You said as you arrived at a door with the letters C.M.O emblazed on the front. “Nice door. How come I’ve never been here?”

Leonard shrugged “ ‘s not my fault you prefer the desk.” He stated opening the door to his double sized room.

Smooth navy covered the walls, beautifully contrasting the deep wooden furniture and shelves of brown bottles. Surrounded by whiffs of comforting warm fires and cheap rum you watched as Leonard ordered on the lights and followed him through to the next room. There was no doubt that Leonard lived a full life back home. His living space was full of southern knick-knacks and photographs of people you’d never known. There was a small collection of silver neck chains on show, thoroughly worn although never while on shift and nine or ten small stacks of crime novels strewn across the floor.

“This might cheer you up sweetheart.” Leonard tossed his PADD onto his cracked brown leather couch and made his way to the back wall which was entirely concealed by a deep purple curtain. Taking a bundle of the thick fabric in his hands, he eyed you before trudging it across the room revealing a vast ceiling to floor window. You caught your reflection in the glass and clapped your mouth shut looking to Leonard in shock.

“Bit of a sick joke for an aviophobiac.” Leonard physically shuddered at the open black, “But if it makes you happy it’s worth it.”

Bounding over the top of Leonards sofa to get a better look, you gazed out over the space you’d called home for past three years. Something about the infinite expanse always grounded you. The lack of endings and the billions of possibilities that presented made all of your worries and problems seem positively insignificant. It left you searing with luck to be living regardless. You moved even closer letting your breath fog up the glass. Leonard moved behind you hugging you round the middle and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Look at it Leonard. Isn’t it just-”

“Horrifying?”

“Do you really look at that and feel nothing?” You were aghast at the thought.

Leonard sighed “I appreciate the sentiment of it.” He concluded. “It reminds me of a Jorge Luis Borges quote.”

“I didn’t realise you were so well read.” You both shared another moment of genuine laughter, “What’s the quote?”

“He says, ‘I’m not sure I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people I have met, all the women that I have loved;” He squeezed your arm as he spoke “All the cities I have visited.’ Reminds me of you actually. All the lives you’ve saved in the medbay and planeside. You leave a part of you everywhere you go; that’s what I think is beautiful, doll.”

You turned to him. He held your gaze firmly and you knew he meant the words he’d spoken. You rested your head against his chest silently thanking him for his kindness, you knew he’d never let you say it out loud. This wasn’t your home, but Leonard smelled of home for we all leave a part of ourselves in those we love.

Together you turned the couch to face the window and under Leonard’s duvet slept a full night of dreamless sleep woken only by a PADD dropped on your chest with the same force you’d dropped at Leonard yesterday.

“Five days in the medbay.” He gestured towards the open rota displayed on the screen, “Two days off. Including Sunday.”

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[levis-hazelnut]

Levi x Reader Kill It

"Hanji, I swear, you mention something about your titans again and I'll take all your experiment equipment and burn it," you threatened as you closed the door on her face.

Sighing heavily, you lazily plopped down in your chair behind your desk, hating on the pile of paperwork which rested on your desk in front of you.

Hanji already put me in a bad mood and now I have to do this f*cking paperwork.

After internally complaining, you decided to start on the paperwork so you can get it over and done with, and be put in a better mood.

When a creature appeared on your desk, you let out a scream and jumped away from your desk as your door opened.

"Oh, I'm so glad! You're just in time, Levi!"

"What?" He looked at you, confused.

You screamed once again and ran to Levi who stood there, looking as if he was unaffected.

"There's a spider!! Kill it!"

"I'm not killing it. You can kill it."

"Me?! Are you f*cking dumb?!"

"You kill titans... and you're afraid of spiders?"

"I hate creepy crawlies! Levi, kill it, please!” you screeched. He sighed before rolling up scrap paper from your desk and whacking the spider. He lifted the paper to show you that he killed it but you turned your head away in disgust. "Hit it again! It can pretend to be dead."

"It's squished. I don't think it can be killed any further."

"Okay! Just chuck it out the window or something!"

A slight smirk formed on his lips as he came closer to you, the paper with the spider on it still in his hand, he made you look his way as you yelled and jumped back once you took a glance at it.

"I hate you so much, Levi!"

"Really? It didn't seem like that just this morning."

"Oh, shut up."

"You can open your eyes now. I threw it out the window."

"Thank you so much! I love you!" You rushed to Levi and hugged him as he shook his head, playfully rolling his eyes.

"Do you hate me, or love me?"

"I love you."

"Good. Now go train the cadets that you forgot about."

"Wait, what?"

"You have to train your squad now."

"Do you think I'm bothered to do that?" you mumbled. "I'll go down in a minute. Can you watch them for me?"

"You better not leave them to me."

"I won't."

Since you were sweating from screaming and jumping around, you washed your face before going down to the training grounds to train your squad. When you got there, you saw Levi with his usual expression as he watched the cadets before you approached him, catching his attention.

"You took your precious time."

"Shut up." You rolled your eyes but didn't mean to make it seem like you were actually pissed, and the raven knew that. You allowed him to go, thanking him as he walked towards the building. "Wait, Levi!" you called as he stopped in his steps.

"Yes?"

"Come here."

He padded back towards you with his arms crossed and stood there waiting for you to say or do something. But you only kissed his cheek, smiling all the while.

"Now, you can go."

"You make me waste so much time."

"Well, would you rather spend time with me or spend time doing work?"

"That's a difficult question to answer," he joked as you playfully slapped his chest.

"You can go do your work. You don't deserve to spend time with me."

"Okay. Bye."

~/~

It was dinner at HQ, so you made your way to the mess hall, feeling satisfied that you finished your paperwork and you can just relax until tomorrow. The damn cadets are lucky to not have the duties of a superior, though, they do have chores and all that sh*t.

You were about to enter the mess hall, but a yelp erupted from your throat as you ran into the mess hall, where everyone was staring at you and it was dead silent. Ignoring everyone else, you scanned for Levi before sprinting when you found him. His eyes never left the food in front of him as you stood near him. He was about to take a bite, but you slapped the spoon from his hand which is when his eyes met yours, showing clear fear.

"A spider?" he questioned before you could say anything. You nodded vigorously as he huffed and stood, taking your hand in his and leading you out the mess hall. "Where is it?"

"Over there." You pointed to it.

He crouched down next to it. "It isn't going to do anything to you, okay? I can't go round killing spiders for you. If you want them dead, kill them yourself."

"But, Levi, you aren't scared of them."

"They're like the size of a pea!"

You sniggered before replying, "Or the size of you."

"Shut up, and get in the mess hall," he ordered.

Noise entered the room again, making it less awkward for you since you had attracted a lot of attention from the scene you had made. Worry left you as Levi stayed by your side. You cautiously walked to your table and sat down opposite Levi as he gazed at you, waiting to notice the glint that meant you were okay. Once you were calm, he carried on eating his food, a slight smile creeping onto his lips at your childish behaviour.

"What are you smiling at?"

"I'm not smiling." He pursed his lips, trying to hide it.

"Shorty, we saw you smile!"

"Shut it, Sh*tty Glasses, no one was talking to you."

"Why are so moody?" you asked.

"I'm not," he retorted. You arched an eyebrow and Levi did the same. "What?"

"Did you just say you aren't moody?"

"Yeah."

You slightly shook your head with a sigh, and went back to eating your food, staying quiet for the rest of dinner before going to your office, wanting to just nestle in your bed. But before you did that, you showered and changed into comfortable pyjamas.

After a while, you heard the sound of your door opening and then closing, boots approaching the door of your bedroom before it opened. Lifting your head up, you saw Levi stripping down to shorts before he climbed into bed next to you. You cuddled up close to him as he placed a light kiss on your forehead, looping his arms around you.

For some reason, you felt an unease, so you looked up at the ceiling and saw a spider dangling down from a web. It was getting closer and closer, so you leapt out of your bed, causing Levi to snap open his eyes. And the first thing he saw was a spider, knowing why you were currently on the floor.

"If you want to get rid of it, you have to kill it."

"Levi, I'm not getting in that bed with you unless it's dead."

"That's fine with me."

He lidded hues again, not caring about the spider that was crawling on the bed. You stayed on the floor before deciding to go to the sofa in your office and fell asleep there.

Levi hadn’t fallen asleep yet, so he sat up and picked up the spider, which rested on the pillow next to him and disposed of it. Before going back to bed, he scooped you up from the sofa and laid you down in your bed, brushing a few strands of hair off your face. He stared at you before lying down next to you, feeling content.

~/~

You were out on an expedition, swiftly killing any titans that came into sight as Levi watched you, thinking how you were so fearless when it came to titans, but so frightened when it came to spiders.

You sliced the nape of a titan before going back to your horse, letting out a shriek when you spotted a spider on it. You were not getting on your horse even if a titan started to chase you. And that's what happened, a titan came your way. And so, you started to run on foot before you heard the sound of galloping footsteps beside you. You glanced to the side and saw a frowning Levi as he slowed down and held his hand out to help you onto his horse.

"Are you f*cking stupid?! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Umm... Well, there was a spider on my horse," you muttered, expecting to hear a shout in return. But all you got was a sigh.

"I don't understand you. A titan would easily grab and eat you. But a spider doesn't do anything, so I don't understand why you get so scared."

"They're disgusting."

"So are titans."

"They can roam your whole body without you knowing."

"But they don't harm you."

"I just hate spiders. That's all."

"Okay."

"Also, thanks for saving my life."

"Whatever, idiot."

"Oh, wait. We need to get my horse."

"It's behind us."

You looked behind you and Levi was right. "How did you kn-- Ahhhh!!!"

"What happened?" Levi inquired, concern present in his voice.

"T-there’s a spider on your horse!!"

"Just flick it away or something."

"I'm not touching it!"

"Do it or it's going to climb onto you,” the Corporal told you. You hesitated to smack it away, but when you did, you felt proud of yourself. "Did you do it?"

"Yeah," you said as you snaked your arms around his torso.

"Why are you getting comfortable? Go back on your horse."

"Why?"

"(Y/N), this is an expedition, not a ride for fun."

"Okay, fine. Love you. Bye." You jumped onto your horse, catching up with Levi and riding beside him.

"Go kill that titan on the right."

You nodded and rode towards it, using your ODM Gear to kill it. As it thudded onto the ground, you went back onto your horse, looking around for Levi. Where did he just go?

"Why do you look so worried?"

"Oh, there you are, Levi," you sighed. "I thought you were dead or something."

"Me? Dead?" he scoffed. "You think I would die?"

You laughed at his cockiness before you were silenced by his index finger being put on your lips.

"Save your laughing for when we're back at HQ. Because your laugh does things to me and I can't do anything about it now."

"See you back at HQ," you smirked and rode faster, wanting the expedition to end as quickly as possible.

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[tricksters-captain]

Colin Bridgerton Imagines - Champagne Problems

AN: Anonymous requested Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift and Colin Bridgerton

(Want to request your own character and song inspired imagine? Send me an ask!!)

(Y/N) - Your/Name

(Y/L/N) - Your/Last/Name

Summary: Colin has been courting you since day of the social season but when it comes down to the hard decisions... you crack...

Pairing(s): Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,717

Warnings: None, Angst

“My mother will not stop asking whether you will be attending her birthday ball this Friday eve as if you haven’t already accepted the invitation.” Colin complained as you strolled along the riverside. 

“Do you think she likes me?” You smiled up at the boy as you squeezed his arm lightly. 

“Likes you? I think she’s trying very hard to refrain from inviting you to her weekly afternoon tea that are strictly for Bridgerton women... and Penelope, of course.” Colin proclaimed which only made you roll your eyes. 

“I cannot imagine I am on Penelope Featherington level of acceptance just yet.” You stated. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Colin gasped, “A lady of the ton just rolled her eyes at a Bridgerton?” 

You laughed and shook your head at the boy. 

“Believe it or not, I have discovered that the Bridgerton boys are far less caring for proper lady behaviour than many may think.” 

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Colin cocked his eyebrow at you. 

“I am simply saying that you and your brothers don’t really care for all that is prim and proper behaviour.” You tried to explain. 

“Ah yes, well, once you have grown up with Eloise nothing can shock you.” Colin teased his sister which made you whacked his arm lightly.

“You should not be so cruel about your dear sister. Eloise is great company.” You scolded him playfully. 

“Hearing that is making me start to wonder whether I’ve been courting the right girl all along...” Colin frowned but you knew it was only banter. It didn't stop you from giving him another whack though. 

“If you keep hitting me in public people will start to see and brand you as an unladylike brute.” Colin warned you as he winced down at you. 

“I should think they’ll actually be wondering what on earth Colin Bridgerton could be saying that is forcing such a beautiful, sweet woman to hit him.” You quipped back. 

Colin only laughed and shook his head again. 

“I suppose this is a good moment to end our walk as I have to be meeting my brothers.” Colin halted in his step and faced you. 

“Mustn't keep the viscount waiting.” You smirked back at the man. 

“I’ll be seeing you tomorrow night then?” Colin lifted your hand to his lips and placed a small kiss upon your covered knuckles. 

“If you are fortunate I may make an appearance.” You quipped playfully. Colin already knew you wouldn’t want to upset Violet Bridgerton by not attending. 

“Until then.” Colin bid adieu and then left you to see his brothers. 

Your chaperone had been your lady’s maid who had been keeping a distance behind you two. 

You rejoined with her before returning to your home. 

Friday evening swiftly arrived and soon you were sat in your carriage with your mama on your way to the Bridgerton house. 

“I wonder if he shall propose tonight.” Your Mama spoke up, drawing your attention away from the window and to her. 

“Who?” You questioned. 

“Don’t be daft! Mr Bridgerton, of course!” Your mother chuckled at your obliviousness.

“Colin?” You furrowed your eyebrows at her. 

“It is his mother’s birthday ball after all! It is the perfect event to welcome a new family member.” Your mother explained. 

“Yes but he wouldn’t want to take the evening away from his mothers celebrations.” You argued, a small ball of panic emerging in the pit of your stomach. 

“Please (Y/n)! Everyone knows that the best gift a Bridgerton could give their mother is a fiancé and even more so a love match.” Your mother exclaimed with a patronising amusement. 

You knew that Lady Whistledown had mentioned the possibility of a love match between you and Colin but it had only been a mere mention. Lady Whistledown very rarely spoke kindly about you and Colin otherwise. 

“Oh! We’ve arrived!” Your mother’s voice and the slowing of the carriage brought you out of your head and back to the present. 

You climbed out of the carriage and your mother was quick to get you inside the Bridgerton house. 

“(Y/n)!” Eloise practically jumped on you when you entered the ballroom. 

“Eloise.” You smiled at the girl as she took both of your hands. 

“Have you seen Colin yet?” Eloise asked with an excitement that only made you nervous. 

“Not yet, Eloise. I have only just arrived.” You smirked as Eloise realised she hadn't even given you a moment to wish her mother a happy birthday let alone see Colin. 

“Well I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.” Eloise turned to search the room. 

“I think I'll go speak with your mother first, El.” You excused yourself from Colins younger sisters presence and made your way over to Violet Bridgerton. 

“Thank you for the invite, Lady Bridgerton. I hope your family have spoiled you for your birthday today.” You embraced the older woman as she beamed a bright smile at you. 

“Thank you, dear. And how many times must I insist you call me Violet!” She scolded you to which you just smiled. 

“Have you seen Colin yet?” Violet asked, her eyes scanning around the room briefly before returning to your face. 

“No, not yet. I expect he’s by the refreshment table.” You knew that Colin had the biggest appetite out of anyone in the ton by far. 

“Yes, I expect so.” Violet laughed as she agreed. “I had to instruct my cook to double the quantity of food this year after Colin demolished half the refreshment table in ten minutes last year.” 

“Talking about me again, Mother?” Colin’s voice arose from behind you which caused you to spin around. 

“We were just wondering where you had gotten too.”” Violet informed her son as he bent down and kissed her cheek. 

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, Mother, I was actually making my way over here to ask Miss (Y/L/N) to dance.” Colin turned to you with bright smile that seemed to light up his whole face. 

“Oh don’t worry about me, it’s not like it’s my birthday ball after all.” Violet was only teasing her son. Colin had rolled his eyes which resulted in a small slap on the arm from Violet.

You took Colin’s hand and let him guide you to the dance floor. 

“You look absolutely beautiful.” Colin told you as his eyes ran over your dress. 

“You seem to say that every time you see me.” You retorted. 

“That’s because it’s true. Every time we meet you look beautiful.” Colin placed his hand on your waist as the band started up. 

“Thank you.” You felt your cheeks tinge pink at the honesty of Colin’s compliment. 

As the dance commenced, you let your eyes take in the room. 

All the Bridgerton siblings were in attendance which wasn’t surprising considering it was Violets birthday. No, the unusual thing was that all the Bridgerton siblings had their eyes on you and Colin. 

“What are you looking at?” Colin asked, “What could possibly be more interesting than me?” 

“Nothing.” Your eyes shot back to him. 

Colin noticed your face had drained of colour and you were looking rather unwell. 

“Are you unwell? What’s wrong?” Colin’s eyebrows dropped in concern. 

“Nothing’s wrong.” You responded just a tad too quickly for Colin to drop it. 

“(Y/n)...” Colin frowned. 

“I’m perfectly well. I assure you.” You steadied your breathing to seem more convincing. 

“If you insist.” Colin had to give in. 

You continued to dance but when you saw Colin start to appear a little nervous, you felt your stomach flip again. 

“(Y/n).” Colin started, “I have been your dance partner since the very first ball of the season. I can tell when there’s something bothering you or something is on your mind and so you can most likely tell when something is on my mind too.” 

You didn’t respond. 

“I had to visit my brothers yesterday because I had an important question to ask them. I wanted their blessing and then swiftly after, I visited your father...” 

You stopped dancing. Your heart was in your throat as Colin spoke. 

“Colin...” Your voice came out all strangled. 

“Please I have to say this, (Y/n).” Colin tightened his grip around your hands. 

But before he could continue, you had pulled your hands from his and fled the dance floor.

Colin couldn’t even chase after you. He was in shock. 

He looked over at Anthony and Benedict who both looked confused and concerned whilst muttering to each other. 

Colin left the dance floor and made his way through the door you had disappeared through. 

“(Y/n)!” Colin called after you as he caught a glimpse of your dress at the end of the corridor. 

He chased you until you finally stopped in the garden. 

Tears had stained your cheeks. 

“(Y/n)?”Colin stepped towards you but you stepped back. 

“Colin. Don’t.” You stopped him. 

“I don’t understand.” Colin uttered, looking hurt and addled.  

“Colin, I can’t marry you.” You were candid. 

“What? Why?” Colin only seemed to grow more and more upset. 

“I just can’t.” You shook your head completely unable to form words to explain how you were feeling in any sense. 

“When did you decide this?” Colin beseeched. 

“I don’t know! I just know I can’t marry you.” You couldn't stop the tears from streaming down your cheeks. 

“So what? You just let me chase you all these weeks?! Let me fall in love with you and then just decide you can’t marry me?!” Colin’s voice shook with anger and pain. 

“It’s not that simple!” You disputed. “I didn’t think––”

“––No clearly you didn’t think! What did you expect was going to happen at the end of this social season? That we would just part ways until the next?!” Colin’s voice had risen to almost shouting which you weren’t doubting was attracting. attention. 

“Colin.” A voice had said Colin’s name as you did. 

It was Anthony’s voice.

Colin turned to see his older brother with a face of stone. 

“Colin, go inside.” Anthony commanded to which Colin did with little argument (for once). 

You frantically wiped your face with the back of your hand. 

“I think it’s time you leave.” Anthony confronted you.

You agreed. 

AN: I don’t usually write for Colin but I actually really enjoyed it despite the sad circumstance 

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Hello! Could you write Gojo x wife! reader, with slight angst?

Reader couldn't bear a child thus the higher ups demanded Gojo to find a new wife who could bear the next heir. At the end, they adopted a kid to spite the higher ups.

Of course!! This is actually a really cool idea, so thank you for giving me the opportunity to write it o(*￣▽￣*)o

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REQUESTS FOR JJK ARE OPEN!!!

warnings: infertile/sterile female reader

notes: the higher-ups being fucking mean and Gojo being affectionate as fuck

Satoru’s lips were set in a hard line, aquamarine eyes hardened behind his sunglasses. Situated on a balustrade, he watched you move around the practice field, his right leg pulled up to serve as a platform for his elbow. He propped his chin against his fist, a deepening frown appearing on his face. His mood was unusually sour since his meeting with the higher-ups.

“Gojo Satoru, you must take a new wife.” He had never wanted to kill the higher-ups more than he did right now. He knew that marrying you would anger the old men, but he didn’t care -- he loved you, not some spineless puppet.

“Like hell, I do.”

“Your current wife is sterile.”

“So?”

“You need an heir.”

“Toru.” Your hand caressed his cheek, pulling him back to the present -- and back to your concerned eyes. Satoru tried to put on his trademark smile, his free hand grasping yours as he pressed a kiss to your palm.

“What is it, mochi?”

With a frown, you brought up your other hand and pulled down his blindfold, “That’s what I should be asking you, Toru. You’re never this glum.” You brushed his bangs from in front of his eyes. “What happened in today’s meeting?”

Satoru pulled you against him with a heavy sigh, forehead resting on your shoulder as he gave you a squeeze. You let him hold you, a hand carding through his hair. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes before he finally broke the silence.

“The higher-ups pestered me for an heir.” The way you froze at his words didn’t go unnoticed by your husband, the man snuggling closer to your warmth and his hold on you growing tighter. In an attempt to lighten the mood, he laughed, “Told ‘em to fuck off.” When you didn’t react, Satoru pulled away, a worried frown on his features. Your eyes were cast to the ground, teeth biting at your lower lip as you fought to keep the tears at bay.

“I’m sorry, Satoru.”

“Don’t be, baby,” Satoru hummed, fingers lifting your chin so your eyes met his. He pressed delicate kisses across your cheeks and nose until you were giggling, then pecked your lips for good measure. “You know it as well as I do: those old bags of bones are just lashing out at you and I for getting married before our parents could arrange one for us.” His nose brushed against yours and a large hand cradled the back of your head, keeping you from shying away from his affections.

“But I’m--”

“I don’t care, (Y/n). You’re my wife, and I love you no matter what. You should know that by now -- after all, we’ve been together for, what, eleven years now?” His declaration had you laughing quietly, the ticklish feeling of his lips grazing your skin further boosting your mood. Burying yourself in his warmth, your arms wrapped around his back and your hands clutched at the material of his jacket. “I’m not gonna stop loving you just cuz we can’t have little versions of ourselves running around.”

“But what happens when the higher-ups stop taking ‘no’ for an answer, Toru?” you muttered. You smiled as you felt him hum, the vibrations calming you.

“We adopt.” Your head snapped up, wide (e/c) eyes meeting mischief-filled aquamarine eyes.

“You can’t be--”

“Oh, I’m dead serious, mochi,” Satoru cooed with a sly smirk. Humming, his head cocked to the side as one hand caressed your cheek. The pad of his thumb stroked at the skin beneath your eye, his smirk turning devilish. “You’re the only woman I would allow to be the mother of my kids. Only you. I could care less if my clan died out if it meant I’d have you at my side. Besides--” he leaned in and pressed a fleeting kiss to your forehead “-- there will always be strong sorcerers being born -- just look at Megumi and Yuji. They’re a part of the next generation, and I have a feeling every generation following will continue to get stronger and stronger.”

“You really think that, Toru?” You had snuggled closer to the tall man, ear resting over his beating heart.

“Well, duh,” he snarked, laughing when you whacked his arm playfully. “After all, we will be the ones to teach the next generation, not those old geezers. The two strongest sorcerers, working together to strengthen the succeeding generations -- has a nice ring to it, right?”

The utter confidence that dripped from his words had you laughing -- and his next sentence only made the laughing fit worse.

“Besides, adopting is a sure way to stick it to those old fools, dontcha think, mochi?”

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This was a very dialogue-driven fic, uhm....

I hope you all enjoyed it cuz I’m kinda hating it rn 😅

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🎄ᴀ ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ ᴄʜʀɪsᴛᴍᴀs: ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 15th

´･ᴗ･` “who spiked the hot cocoa?!” + “i did, this party needed to be taken up a notch.” 

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this christmas party was the most chaotic gathering you had every been to, and while you had been expecting it to be crazy, no one had planned to get you and atsumu drunk. all of inarizaki had showed up at the miya's: the noise in the house could tell you that right away, and everyone was helping in some way or another to prepare for the christmas party. kita was currently grabbing his grandma's christmas presents for the team from the car; osamu was helping him, while his whole kitchen was stacked and layered with pots and pans full of delicacies, including plates with his iconic onigiri; aran was putting up christmas stockings near the fireplace, suna was hanging garland on the christmas tree with you, looking as lively as ever; and atsumu was standing in the middle of it all, complaining about osamu forgetting his pudding while pouting like a spoiled toddler. "tsumu! can ya watch the stove?" osamu shouted from the front door, helping an overwhelmed kita carry in bags of christmas presents, nearly staggering under the weight. kita's grandma was one of the sweetest in the world. atsumu let out a tacky groan, dramatically standing around and looking at osamu with disgust. "where's. my. pudding?" you could see a vein twitching in osamu's forehead, and you knew if kita hadn't been here he would have leapt over the counter and bitch slapped him right there and now. osamu sneered at atsumu with his hands on his hips before kita called him again to help get more things from the car. "just do it, ya scrub." with a final huff of disgust, atsumu complied, but not without eyeing all dishes with excitement of a child wanting a lollipop , and snuck some onigiri into his mouth sneakily when osamu left. aran looked up from his task, looking around the room to make sure the final preparations were complete. "i'll tell kita we're all done here." you let out a cheerful "roger~" before walking over to the kitchen to check on atsumu. he was standing in front of the counter, pouring some hot cocoa into a mug with a delighted glint in his eye. overjoyed, you also looked at the hot chocolate eagerly,  restlessly waiting to get some as atsumu slowly poured it all in. "when did osamu have time to make all this?" the aroma of all the foods and the hot chocolate should have made someone gag, but somehow osamu had chosen the perfect foods to complement each other, and the smell mixed together like a symphony. atsumu tilted his head thoughtfully, while popping a marshmallow into his mouth. "samu was up since... five in the mornin'? yea, i think so." he began to put the little marshmallows in his mug one by one. "scrubs' crazy about his food." fondly, you thought of all the good food osamu had made the team in the past. atsumu brought the hot chocolate up to his lips, and took a sip, crinkling his noise when he brought the cup back down. he didn't look revolted by the taste, but he hadn't looked like he'd enjoyed it either. in the middle of pouring the hot chocolate yourself, you froze as you looked to him, ogling his scrunched up face. "what's wrong?" "it's not bad, but-" he took another sip, letting in rest in his mouth before swallowing again. "it just taste's weird? like, it's off somehow." you continued to pour in the hot chocolate, shrugging his concern off. "well, he has had a busy day." you popped in some marshmallow's as well, getting ready to taste it for yourself. "maybe he just messed up a little. it can't be that bad if it's samu's." you couldn't tell anything like atsumu had made it out to be, to say the least: the hot chocolate was like drinking heaven, though you tasted the undertones of a sharp flavor. fast forward to thirty minutes later where you were clinging to suna like he was your lifeline. "sunaaaaa..." your legs were splayed over his lap, and you were pouting into his neck, feeling fuzzy and sluggish. a warm feeling was erupting in your chest, rippling out and sending a rush over your body. suna looked concerned, though to most people if would be hard to tell: his eyes were squinting ever so slightly, and he held you a little bit tighter, practically holding you in an upright position. atsumu wasn't in a better position, really: he was rolling around on the floor, wailing about his pudding. "ya p-promised, samu!" he began to hiccup, his face practically a blown up tomato. kita looked very concerned, watching the situation unfolding right before his eyes. osamu came out of the kitchen, holding the saucer that was once full of his hot chocolate, looking like someone had disrespected his onigiri and then told him atsumu was the better sibling all at once. he just about bellowed into the living room. "who spiked the hot cocoa?" everyone suspended motion for a second, even atsumu, who squinted at his brother and then began to yell in a hoarse voice. "samu! did ya get my puddin'?" "shut up, tsumu! who the hell was it?" even though it clearly hadn't been atsumu, osamu looked a mix of terrified and irritated, glancing at kita out of the corner of his eye. suna just stared at osamu for a moment with his usual deadpan look and then looked back to atsumu, who was having difficulty getting up. "i did, this party needed to be taken up a notch." osamu gawked at him, his jaw falling off his face, and the saucer in his hand visibly began to shake uncontrollably. sighing, aran put his face in his hands, afraid to look at kita; kita just looked at suna with a pure confusion and exhaustion; and the rest of the team kept glancing at kita in fear, as they watched osamu grab a empty wrapping paper tube and start to hit atsumu with it. "get." whack "off." whack "the." whack "floor!" whack "and shut up about the damn puddin' already, ya scrub!" atsumu aggressively got up, charging at his brother. but his movements were too slow; he ran into the counter, slipping on the ground again, leaving his brother to attack him with the tube, atsumu yelling out an, "ow!" every few seconds as he helplessly curled up into a fetus position. suna pulled you closer to him, and you began to mindlessly purr in his lap, burying your warm face in his neck. "at least i got my girl in my lap."

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