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regulusrules · 1 year

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New to your blog, I was wondering if you have a Merlin fic rec list that's just your favorites. I unfortunately missed the Merlin fandom back when the show was airing so I always feel like I'm just missing the greatest stuff from other people

Hello friend! Welcome to my humble abode of a blog (which resembles more of a Merlin waste disposal). Like you, I missed the show when it was airing, but honestly when you stay as long in this fandom as I have, you will constantly be exposed to wonderful creative energies that give their all. It's a timeless fandom, one of the very few, and no matter when you enter it you will always feel fulfilled. :)

So, favourite fics! Gosh, how can I fit 2K+ bookmarks in one ask. When it comes to this fandom, I admit: I have no life. I've read a real huge number of fics throughout the years, but sometimes it's inevitable for fics to get lost in a sea of bookmarks. So to make things easier, I'll write you some canon fics that immediately come to my mind for how unforgettable they were.

No order; each one has its own chamber in my heart.

Short fic recs (1K-50K)

1. Our broken pieces by @aramblingjay. 10K, T, Canon Era, Hurt/Comfort.

Am I purposefully putting this one on top this time so that everyone who stumbles across this ask could check it out? Yes. Yes I am. Is it my personal mission for the fandom to give this fic the love and kudos it deserves? You bet it's a big overbearing yes. And yes I want you to cry and feel your heart twist with agony because of how beautiful it is. My eyes never shed tears for a fic before this one, and never will after it. There is something in the way the author broke Arthur that just resonated in my innards. And the way Merlin was there for him, not a placebo "I'm here" but there, in all actuality, doing so with every fiber of his love, made it something else. I like to believe that this fic was crafted so perfectly in a parallel universe, and sent to us as a blessing we never knew we needed.

2. Beauty in the Ashes of Our Lives by Fulgance. 21K, T, Canon AU, Magic Reveal.

This is probably the umpteenth time for me to recommend this fic, but I won't stop. I can't stop. This fic ruined me so slowly, and healed me even slower. All my Merlin friends do not believe why this would be one of my favourite fics of all time with what Arthur did, but honestly, it's the fact that the writer wrote it so convincingly that makes me crumble internally. It isn't easy to write angry Arthur, and it's even harder to write him grief-stricken, but here, the author blended both elements so perfectly. It's impossible to forget this fic. It's worth your every second.

3. Linger On Your Pale Blue Eyes by supercalvin. 18K, T, Canon Era, Touch-Starved.

Will this fic linger in your heart? It sure as hell never leaves mine. Every once in a while, I have to go back to this fic and read it like a morning paper. Some fics sustain you.. this is definitely one of them. Most of @supercalvin's fics are of sustaining material. They are made with such depth and broad understanding to the characters that you should take notes. There's this one line that everytime I cross this fic I instantly remember and I go to the nearest pillow to just AAA a little bit. When you reach it, I'm sure you'll recognise it, and I'll be waiting for you to come AAA with me.

4. Dower the Stars by RurouniHime. 40K, E, Golden Age, Pining Arthur, BAMF Merlin.

I don't think anything levels the levels of intimacy in this fic. It is one of the best Arthur characterizations I've ever read. His boundless love and pining for Merlin— oh my heart. Also, the world building and amount of research that must have been done for this fic is astounding. I was this close from following the author's footsteps and, idk, writing an entire research paper about Arthurian lore or something. The moment I read it I immediately wanted to contact the author and just tell them WHY ARE YOU BLESSING US WITH ALL THIS INSTEAD OF PUBLISHING IT?? It was amazing. I reread it a month ago for the third (fourth?) time and found myself gasping and aweing as if I never read it before. It keeps being an experience every time, one so worthwhile.

5. from hearth and ashes, we’re reborn by @remuscariad. 5K, G, Canon AU, Magic Reveal, Hurt/Comfort.

Earthshatteringly-poetic isn't a made-up word powerful enough to describe the beauty of prose here. There are fics that you open and immediately know that you're sold: this was one of them. Its summary alone dropped my jaw down to my neighbour's floor. The dialogue is so meticulously crafted it feels like reading a piece from a past era. Genuinely beautiful.

6. Half of my soul by marvelxpendragon. 2K, G, Post-Canon AU, King Arthur/Court Sorcerer Merlin.

This fic is half of my soul, as the poets say. So what if I reject the canonic ending and resort to pain myself with fics like this instead? I sometimes feel we, as a fandom, try to up the angst of the finale so that we forget how painful it was by bringing even MORE pain. But it's pain that I delight in, because it's pain that MAKES SENSE. Yes give me MCD but with a freaking beautiful life like the one this author gave us. Make me believe it was all worth something. Make me believe they lived.

7. whisper to the flame by @missfaber. 16K, E, Canon AU, Wounded Arthur, Hurt/Comfort.

*clears throat* *prepares for a mental scream*TELL ME HOW YOU LIGHT YOUR FIRESSSSS *clears throat once more and pretends I'm okay*

So, as the author wrote, this is indeed a love letter to the two characters we love more than anything. More than anything, I loved the fact that the author gave Arthur agency to think and act and be a king, even when he was still a prince. Even in most fics where Arthur already knows, this isn't common. So whenever I find a fic that has Smart!Arthur and a lovesick one at that, I would vouch my life and soul for it. Also Protective!Knights is the best thing in the world, ok? I would die for this discourse for real.

8. As a Sea Shell by bathilda bagshot (wellthengameover). 12K, T, Canon AU, Slow Burn.

Okay, so this fic is only bookmarked "Agony until 7 AM", and with that, a rush of drowning memories always come crushing my soul. I lost sleep and SANITY over this fic. I was thrown from a cliff and kept hanging in the air without a respite until the very END. I read it a couple weeks after the finale and it broke me even FURTHER. I was promised growing old together, and it was a big LIE. And yet I love it so, so dearly.

Honourary biased mention:

9. My heart is readily yours by yours truly. 11K, T, Canon AU, Protective Arthur, Hurt/Comfort.

Sometimes I don't believe I had it in me to write this. Like.. what, dearest self, the hell were you thinking. With tyismso, I somehow balanced fluff and angst— a solid magic reveal fic. But this one? I only knew ✨pain✨

.. and I don't regret a thing.

[Long fic recs]

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riewritten · 1 year

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Idk I love every scene you write, mostly Erwin physically touching the Mc, hugging her, comforting her etc. or you can draw one of your favorite scenes

this got nothing to do with what OP was originally talking about (they r talking about dusk in the brightest fanfic btw) but hey. the prompt is suddenly in line w/ my mood.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄?

ERWIN X GEN!NEUTRAL READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N

WORDS: 1.2k

idk what to tag aside from fluff & comfort bc the author is having an utterly terrible day again. i am scraping every bit of serotonin boost i could get because :( it’s just so :(

Heap of documents splattered across the table, to-dos that you weren't able to note hence long forgotten, the messages you intentionally leave unopened because it makes you sick, and all your utterances of "Okay, I'll get on to this one once I'm not burdened by the other task," which is, in hindsight, very counterintuitive because you can't even function anymore — because everything makes you sick. And there's this looming worry that, what if, what if this is all I could get?

"Hey,"

What if this is the farthest I could be for the rest of my life?

"Look at me,"

If I can't accomplish more—if I won't be able to finish this all, how dare I say I'll reach places farther than where I am?

What if—

Thoughts were cut off when a warm huge palm took a hold of your cheek.

"I told you to look at me."

"Oh, Erwin, regarding the deadline, I'm currently on it now. Have you seen the email I sent for your approval? A-and—" you panicky roamed at the papers in search of something you can't even mentally grasp as of the moment.

Only to halt in sheer terror when you hear Erwin sigh as he sat on the table.

Now you can't look at him in the eye, "I'm so sorry. I'll do better next time."

"There's something more important for you to do better right now."

You met his eyes in a hitch. But even before you could respond, Erwin took hold of your hand; his fingers then started massaging your palm.

He first pressed on your thenar—a point just below your thumb. It was an utterly gentle massage, perhaps aware that with wrong pressure, his broad and strong fingers could instead hurt you. "Does your head hurt?"

You think there are lots of questions that are more important to ask right now, but still, "Yes, a bit."

He hummed, then his hands moved a bit. Still below your thumb, but leaning towards its edge. He pressed on it—repeatedly, languidly, while looking at you with features tranquil—perhaps he's trying to pass the same mood to you.

"Erwin, I have lots to do that will become backlogs if—"

"Shh,"

You purse your lips out of instinct.

You could laugh—hell, you would, but that doesn't erase his gentle command. For long you've been with Erwin, you already know that the most serious favors (or orders) are the ones he delivered with sheer gentleness.

"How about your back? Does it hurt?"

"Uh huh. I've been seated all day."

After a last press, his fingers transferred to the point below your pinky. He silently did his work yet again, and now you feel the effects of it.

"Wow. Where did you learn this?"

"It's called acupressure. I actually already do this to you during the most random of times. Bet you thought I was just playing with your hands."

You chucked; yes, all this time you thought Erwin was just mindlessly fumbling your hands.

"And, for the last one…" He didn't ask a question this time around. His silly giant fingers just automatically shifted to the lower part of your palm, parallel to where your ring finger rests. "Here we go."

"What is this part for, Mr. Smart?"

The question was followed suit with a bell—the signal that the work shift is over.

Finally, Erwin clicked a warm smile, scooted his head lower and gave your lips a small peck. After all, when the work shift is over, he can go all lovely on you again.

"Thank you," you whispered as soon as he withdraw his lips on yours. "So, what does this part of my palm cure, hm?"

He pressed on that spot again, his smile—while not gone at all—toned down a bit. A slight squint of your eyes and you'd think he turned quite lamentful.

"This part eases anxiety."

Your smile faded, something Erwin already anticipated.

It's not because he confronted you so subtly, but he also didn't bother asking if you really are before pressing on that part. He saw it so well.

"I'm all fine now," you halted his fingers by squeezing your hand on it. "Let me get back to my work."

"Nuh-uh, shift's done now."

To establish the off-work mood, Erwin worked on removing his necktie. If you weren't so tired you'd gush at how hot the sight was, but then again, he didn't give you time to process everything. He slyly stood up and covered your eyes with the tie.

You are being blindfolded by your man. Why?

"Hey, the hell—"

"Shh," he landed a kiss on top of your head. You heard him roam his pocket, then a opening pop came. Not long after, a strong scent tingled your senses.

"What is that? It smells like lavender."

"Heh," Erwin proudly huffed. "Levi bought me one. It's an essential oil."

You laughed a bit loudly. Now, despite his eccentricities, you can't help but be endeared. Oh, what were your concerns again? What about staying in the same place for the rest of your life?

Not like the bother would subside just like that, but this is one of the things you'd be willing to stay in for the rest of your life.

"Old fart."

"Am I, now?" Erwin cooed as his finger damped the oil on the tip of your nose—just so you'd smell it more. "Such a handsome old man, am I not?"

You grinned softly. "And all mine."

Despite the constricted vision, you're sure as hell Erwin's smiling from behind too. He genuinely loves whenever you speak of owning him.

"See, your handsome old man wants you to sleep a bit but your mind is not being kind to you right now."

"And what does it have to do with getting my eyes blind?"

"It is so your brain momentarily shuts the fuck up. It would most likely start when it doesn't see anything anymore, no?"

"Watch your mouth, mister."

You felt his lips on yours, teasingly so, with fingers—pleasantly reeks of lavender—gliding over your cheeks. The sweet exchange, soft chapped lips, and little bit of tounge playing at the corner of your lips covered you in utter solace. This is all you could wish for, all you needed. Just the thought of your needs being met at its most tipping core renders you lightheaded.

That's why when Erwin withdrew from the kiss, you were already panting.

"Yeah? What's with watching my mouth, hm?"

"More."

"I'll give your demands once you grant mine."

"What's your demand? Fuck."

"Sleep."

"How can I sleep with this. Please."

Just as if he knew the answer. Erwin grabbed you to stand up, sat on the chair, and had you sit on his lap instead. He urged you to burry your head on the crook of his neck, engulfed your figure to his embrace, and uttered soothing hums.

Indeed, it was answered. Seconds away and you're already lulled to sleep.

What if this is the farthest I could be for the rest of my life?

Well, if you have this lovingly eccentric man on your side, the farthest could never be absolute.

What if this is all I could get?

What is more to get than a love this gentle?

🏷 @frenchdyer (slightly inspired by your OC office AU btw :')) @watyousayin | SUBSCRIBE TO STORIES

MORE OF SWEET SUBTLETIES: EPISODIC SERIES HERE

sorry. i know there are some series u want to be updated more than this, but im just too down and mind fucked to strategize. all i can do is a self-insert. yes, this is the first ever genuine self-insert ive made

bc today i emptied my bank acc due my mom's hospital emergency, spilled coffee on my work laptop, and almost cried with all the work i had to do bc it daunted to me that im not even keeping up with the schoolworks that i missed yet due to the weeklong out-of-town conference we had in work.

and it's seriously taxing questions of what if this the farthest i could get bc of how incapable i am? honestly, i'd rather die than stay in where i am rn.

DILLEMA ASIDE, erwin is the embodiment of my support system in my previous environment! yes, the acupressure and ointment is a habit my ex taught me (hope they’re in a good place rn. theyre such a kind person!!)

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lunarswritings · 2 years

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Inaccurate Random Tears of Themis Headcannons

I litterally don’t know what to write so if u wanna send an idea go for it, if you already sent one I didn’t get it so send it again! If u wanna use these headcannons for whatever just go for it

Warnings: small mentions of death and maybe ooc idk what I’m doing at this point, maybe angst?? Didn’t proof read as much as I should oops

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During the 8 years Luke was gone. While Luke would go to the grocery store and go to the candy isle and look at the candy and chips him and Rosa used to eat

Sometimes he would buy Rosa’s favorite candy when he’s feelin a little emotional :(

When Luke was free sometimes he would look at Rosa’s social media to check up on her and even search her up and look at the cases she’s taken

Okay little theory here but I feel like Luke knows the whereabouts of Rosa’s parents since he worked for the government and has A+ searching skills

What if they’re dead and he doesn’t want to tell Rosa omg

Okokok off topic anyway

He checks up on em (if they’re alive) and makes sure they’re ok bc yk family whooo

I don’t think it’s been canon on when Artem fell in love with Rosa but I think it would be super cute if he had a small lil crush before chapter 1

He probably didn’t know it was a crush and thought of it as admiration?

I bet he tried to start a small conversation with her and tried to give her a small compliment of her work and talk about something related to work because that’s totally relatable??

Poor Rosa did not get the message but she still admired him!!

Yk in that sr date Artem said he got a matching set of all his kitchen utensils

If he broke any of them or they worn out somehow I bet he bought the same set and has duplicates of everything just so he could replace that one tool so he has a small box for them

Artem would read the about page of every recipe because he thinks it’s important and is afraid he’ll miss something, even if it’s just a simple history of said meal he’s not taking any risks

As soon as Artem heard what Rosa’s favorite dish is, he searched up a recipe and kept making it until it was PERFECT, down to the seasoning

Bonus points if he knows your spice level

Ok so Idk what canon language Stellis has, maybe Stellis has its own language or maybe it’s Chinese or whatever dub y’all picked

But I feel like when Vyn first was learning the Stellis language he would use formal instead of causal for everything

Yk when ur taking your second language classes and there’s an informal and formal version for addressing people or yourself and other words

or maybe it depends on the language idk

As Vyn was learning the Stellis language he would almost never use informal words when he first learned it since he had his royal image and never used casual terms

I bet people thought his accent was either funny or cute but not in a bad way

Eventually he got better

But he gets really happy when a book he wants has it in the Svart language since he can read the book faster

Movies with Svart subtitles? He’s watching it

He probably takes longer to read documents in Stellis’s language but not like really long

“Wow he’s really taking up all the words and thoroughly checking!”

No he’s just trying to read the poor document

His speed improves tho dw

Vyn used to get a little bit self conscious since he stuck out a lot with his silver hair and he was a foreigner but he stopped thinking about it after a few months

Plus the fan club of Vyn maybe helped in some way?

If Vyn has a small idea of Rosa’s schedule or favorite places sometimes when he’s free he’ll visit or try to go to routes that match Rosa’s schedule

It’s like a “I’ll take a different hallway so I can see my crush for a few seconds” during school

There’s a 50% chance Giann did a “we’re going to Disneyland!” Prank where he’d wake child Marius at 4am to pack his bags and then tell him it was a lie

Marius def cried and went to his dad at like 4 am

Marius gives Disney kid vibes and he definetly loved Tangled

He loved Eugene

Omg what if Rosa and Marius did a rapunzel and Flynn rider costume for Halloween for funsies

Oh my god it’s perfect.

When Marius was in high school I bet at least once he got locked in the art room since he was glued in the art room and the teacher had to kick him out , imagine he couldn’t see him one time and he got locked in

He probably either

A: panicked and called his dad

B: texted his dad and fell asleep in there

Marius likes pineapple on his pizza idk why

Maybe he likes the idea of annoying people who hate it I suppose

Marius found out Rosa’s favorite lipstick/gloss shade and got the makeup department of PAX to make it so Rosa could get a PAX lipstick and for free

“It’s like you’re carrying a piece of me with you!”

Speaking of PAX

I wonder if Marius gives Rosa discounts

If she asked he’d do it anyway

Marius sometimes searches up Rosa online to see anything the news says about her

Maybe when they’re dating he double checks to see if there’s any article catching on their relationship

OH MY GOD

You know those edits people make of celebrities

What if people made edits of Rosa and Marius when their relationship was public

That’s so funny to think about

Marius would def look through that and look at the comments

Would def have beef with whatever news company said something bad about her

Rosa used to have a romance novel phase

Maybe in like middle school or high school since as a lawyer she doesn’t have time or think about romance

Until like a while after tho

Def would fangirl about them to Luke and get him to read said novel (which he did obviously)

She recites every piece of evidence before a trial and has planned out every possible response to anything the prosecution say the night before

sometimes teaches Vyn slang in Stellis language bc she finds it funny as Vyn contemplates the meaning of them

#tears of themis #tears of themis headcannon #tot #Marius von hagen #Artem wing #Rosa #Vyn richter #luke pearce

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bangtansmauyeondan · 1 year

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THIRTY-FIVE | S01 E02 - I Can Do Better (drabble between images)

Pairing: In-Studio Director!Jungkook x Stage Director!Fem Reader

Genre: rivals au, social media au, frenemies to lovers, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, crack.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of abandonment, alcohol consumption, harmless scheming, dare, bet, smut

Summary: It has always been the battle of the best between you and your college rival, Jungkook. What happens when years later, you cross paths again working for the same network broadcasting company, and the competitive flame is rekindled? Well, a whole new drunken bet that determines your futures wasn’t in your line of vision but here you are… and you have until 35.

SERIES TAGLIST: @fragmentof-indifference @babyboo22 @bnagtanx1306 @dionysusenthusiast @luaspersona @timelessruins @royallyjjk @sandraviolante-blog @quarter-life-crisis2

PERMANENT TAGLIST: @astronaut-jin-moon @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya @taestefully-in-luv @btsstan12 @bts-reveries @blog-name-idk @madbutgloriouspond @pamzn @wrmnssoul @ygbubs @halesandy @jayhope88 @bnagtanx1306 @pinkseokchim @busanbby-jjk @babycandy111

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“Okay, okay… let’s go,” Yoongi stepped out of his studio into the open floor plan office, where you and the rest of the morning show meeting attendees were waiting at your respective cubicles. “Namjoon is already waiting in the boardroom after his previous meeting.”

You sent a quick message to Byul to kick off the musical rehearsals without you, since you have no idea how long the meeting would take, or whether or not you have to stay at the office for the entirety of the day. You reluctantly unplugged your laptop from its charging station before getting up and making a beeline to the boardroom, trudging behind Jungkook and Mingyu.

“Nice shoes, YN…” Sohyun commented on your name brand spiked heels that you like wearing with your jeans and shirt to make a statement. Though by the condescending tone of her voice, you couldn’t tell if she meant the compliment, or was trying to tell you that it’s not office-appropriate like you’re living in 1999; as if Yoongi did not just stroll into the boardroom in a beanie.

“Thanks, Soh… they would go really nice with your dress,” she looked taken aback by your compliment. You meant it though.

“YN, if you’re done with your fashion advice, we can probably get started,” Jungkook grinned while pulling out a chair for you.

You squinted at his smug face, “Stop being annoying, JK!” You hissed before taking the seat next to his.

“I’m not!” He feigned innocence, causing Mingyu to snort in front of you. Jungkook really couldn’t help himself. He finds your pouty lips adorable when you’re annoyed.

The meeting had been going well without a hitch, until Hoseok dropped a little dynamite.

“So last on our agenda… we need a storyboard for the commercial,” he started. “We have a budget to cast a few actors to showcase the theme of the show.”

“Ooh I like where this is going…” Jimin bounced his knees in excitement.

“We have a generous budget with the production too, so we want to come up with something that makes a statement and you know, will make people look forward to it,” Namjoon stated.

“Right… So, our esteemed directors in the room—“ Yoongi glanced at you and Jungkook, “… time to put your heads together. We have a one-week window for this storyboard. Originally, we only have three days, but we all know Yn is busy with the musical, so let’s make it five. Will that work for you, Yn?”

“Yeah, sounds perfect,” you replied, typing down notes on your laptop.

Jungkook leaned in closer to you and whispered, “Don’t worry, I got you.”

“Why would I worry?” You replied through gritted teeth.

“You know this is my thing, right?” He tongued his cheek before continuing, “When it comes to storyboards, I can do it better.”

You turned your chair sideways and faced Jungkook menacingly, “Don’t get too comfortable, you don’t know what’s coming after you, Jeon.”

“Oooh…” Jungkook leaned back acting scared. “We’re supposed to work together, don’t scare me.”

“Yah… I can’t believe these two!” Hoseok exclaimed in disbelief. “I can’t believe they’re in their 30s!”

The room exploded in laughter from Hoseok’s reaction, including you and Jungkook.

“But really, don’t worry. Jeon and I got this,” you stood up and started gathering your things, making the others follow suit. “Now you and you…” you pointed at Jungkook and Mingyu, “I bought you coffee this morning, you owe me lunch.”

“Yes, ma’am…” Jungkook followed you out the door, with Mingyu closely behind.

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A/N - What do you think of this update?

#bangtansmauyeondan #35!jungkook #35!jk #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook smut

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lillylvjy · 11 months

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been thinking of ghostbur a lot then your fic sent me into a rabbit hole

the sheer idea of living with two ghosts in a home is so warming, in a way of that they’re comfortable with you and you’re comfortable with them. imagine how long it has been since someone welcomed them just as they did, but everyone left the next day; so it was almost alien when reader moved in.

thrilling, really. with the small bookshelf in one of your rooms, tommy idly knocks on your door and shuffled in holding a book. just a small, “can you read this for me?” because it has been so long since he had read a book.

or wilbur watching you from the top floor through a window, a frown gracing his lips because he wants to help you garden. he wants to touch the dirt, feel the sun against his face again. so when your hands cup his jaw, he becomes stunned for a moment just because you remind him of the sun.

he envies your friends and anyone who gets to interact with you outside; becoming rather sour whenever you tell him someone is picking you up. idk if you ever watched steven universe but i feel like both boys would have something similar to blue diamond.

if one starts crying, you feel your eyes become glossy and tears start falling. you could feel yourself become heavy, as if the whole world came crashing down.

imagine making them new foods that they never had back in their time. the curious glint in their eyes when watching you move around the kitchen, and soon, one plate turned into three.

wilbur cleaning the house when you’re not home because the first time you came back exhausted and he watched you tiredly clean; his heart shattered. since then, he made it a mission to clean while you’re own. the smile on your face is always worth it. he’s sad that he cannot go with you on your adventures but knowing you’re not moving anytime soon is enough.

Brb- sobbing-

They’re so thrilled when you don’t run out of the house, screaming bloody murder. Like- your actually talking to them and giving them a chance. Hell- that’s more than enough.

Every night before tommy sleeps (yes ghost can sleep in this au bc I feel bad-), he’s always asking you to read him a story before he goes to bed. It’s comforting. He was super young when he passed too, so its kinda like he gets to finish his childhood.

ALSO YOU DID NOT AHVE TO DO THIS TO ME- you remind him of the sun?! Holy-

Like- he’ll watch you and just kinda bang his head on the window bc of how pissed he is and you hear this and just look up at him to see him just looking so sad and ugh! It’s so upsetting to you! And when your try your best to bring the sun to him (literally lights-), he’s like “I didn’t need all of this when I have you darling.” WEAK IN THE KNEES-

And Wilbur knew how to drive too so he’s like “oh I can drive y- nevermind.” And he’s just- again. Mad. Upset. At everything. At how he’s dead. At how he can’t go out with you. It’s not fair. It never will be. And you sense this and it’s just- heartbreaking. So you cancel your plans for the day and stay home with him and Tom. Doing anything and everything. Want cookies? Done! Want to try take out for the first time in 20 years? On it! Literally anything. (Also ye: he does-)

Bro- imagine Tom starts crying about like- anything .realizing he won’t get to see his friends anymore- let alone meet anyone knew. He won’t get to go to the movie theaters anymore. Won’t get to go to fairs and run around. It hurts. And then Wilbur joins in and it’s- ugh! It hurts so much. Like you just want to help them be free. But you can’t .

I bet your ass they’d act like it’s good but the spit it out once your not looking. You know they did- but you don’t care. They barely had anything good at that time anyways- (Tom likes to disagree)

Wilbur is a meat freak I feel like. And he knows what it’s like to have a messy house and hate it- so he helps you. He cleans during the day so at night when you come home, you can rest your feet on his lap and just watch a movie with him. He may massage them- maybe not. Depends on what you want and what his mood is

#lilly’s ask #kiwi <3 #this brainrot is so-#AHHHH #ghost!wilbur #not Ghostbur-

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svntxnc · 1 year

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This is for you

The story describes a reunion of two childhood friends who lost contact for a decade. reader attended a concert of her friend Mark, who had become a successful idol, and was surprised when he dedicated a song to her. After the concert, Mark arranged for reader,his mom and her mother to meet him backstage, allowing them to reconnect after all those years apart.

w/c: 1,959

warnings: none so far

a/n: idk if I'm making a second part lmao

[2011]

It was a peaceful afternoon until you heard someone yell your name loudly “Y/N!” you looked to see who it was, it was mark, you waved at him as he walked up to you “wanna go to the court?” he said “sure but just make sure you wont hit me this time” you said jokingly “I swear I'm so much better now” he said as you both started walking towards the court.

a few moments of joking around made you both realize that you liked each other

at the court he was playing with the ball as you sat on one of the benches “you should play too, it’s really easy” he said as you rolled your eyes “don’t roll your eyes at me!” he said jokingly, “if you make one in ill play with you” you said, he chuckled and said “bet” as he was getting ready to dunk the ball he quickly said “Y/N this is for you!” as he threw the ball, you probably know by now that he didn’t get the ball in, you laughed loudly as he kept trying to shoot the ball “that was a warm up I swear” he said “whatever you say” you said.

[2012]

“I wanna attend the SM auditions” mark said “go ahead” you added, “yea but I feel like I’ll miss my family, friends and all those things” he said “yeah but its more of a once in a lifetime thing if you do go though” you said “yeah but-” he was about to say something before you cut him and say “didn’t you say this was your dream? you should do it” you added “I’ll audition if you come with me to the place” he said while glaring at you “fine” you said

[2013]

mark auditioned, and guess what, he’s a trainee now,

big time skip, like very big

[2023]

It’s been a while since you’ve both spoken to each other as you both lost contact, he would sometimes ask his mom on how you were cause your mom’s were best friends, but for those times where he did his mom never really told him how you were and just teased him about it.

you recently saw that mark was going on tour and that he was going to your city.

you came home and checked your phone as your mom sent you a text saying “Marks mom is in the city, come over for dinner” you smiled seeing the text as you were happy that they were still friends, you quickly texted her back with a simple “okay”.

time skip bloop

you arrived at your moms house with flowers as a gift for the both of them, you knocked on the door as your mom opened it “hi honey” she said while taking your coat off and hanging it while marks mom walks towards the both of you, “hello” you said shyly as the three of you sat down at the dining table, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you Y/N, how are you” marks mom said “I’m doing good, just busy with school” you said, “aish this girl never goes out its irritating” your mom said as you sat there looking offended “so Y/N are you dating?” Mrs. lee said as you almost chocked on your own spit, both of them look at you concerned and curious “no, I just don’t have the time” you said with a grin on your face.

time skip again cause why not

“I was thinking of attending marks concert, but I don’t wanna go alone so can you both come with me” Mrs. lee said with a smile on her face, your mom gladly said yes and as you were about to say that u cant your mom stopped you saying “its one day off of school, your friends wont miss you that much” your mom said already knowing that you would say that you cant, “ill come with” you say with a defeated look.

[2011 march]

a few moments of joking around made you both realize that you liked each other

[2012]

[2013]

mark auditioned, and guess what, he’s a trainee now,

big time skip, like very big

[2023]

you recently saw that mark was going on tour and that he was going to your city.

time skip bloop

time skip again cause why not

time skip

you guys arrived at the venue, and while waiting for them to come out a fan next to you asked “who’s your bias?’ with a smile on their face so obviously excited for them to perform you chuckled before you said “I like all of them, what about you?” the fan smiled as she said “I bias mark! I just love everything he does” and you agreed with her, as a few moments went by and you guys were still talking and the screams kept getting louder and louder, and that’s when you knew it. you knew that he finally achieved his dream of becoming an idol who was beloved by many, but also as a person that was still loved and respected by many, you couldn’t imagine how proud his family and his members were of him, you, you already knew how proud you were of him the moment that he decided that he would attend the auditions.

they appeared on stage and the crowd yelled like there was no tomorrow, you could feel the excitement through your veins, and you liked that.

as they were going through the crowd and focusing the camera on people that they recognized, like family, friends and co-idols and just fans in general, the camera focused on Mrs. lee and you and your mom, which caused you to freeze in place as the fan that you were talking to earlier made fun of you.

as you were frozen marks heart skipped a beat, well because his mom was there and they were gonna perform in those damn glass boxes but because of you too, he always wondered what you’ve been up to, and he has the chance now, well after the concert technically.

after they greeted the fans they all went to their places and mark had an idea as the first song they were gonna perform was very dear to him, why? it was a song that he wrote about you.

as they were getting ready to say, mark says four words, four words that are very familiar to you, he says “this is for you” while looking at you before they all start singing as his members look at him in terror knowing that they’ll get an earful later because of him.

time skip

The concert is over, you and the girl exchanged numbers as you made a new friend! mark has wanted to talk to you three so he begged his manager to let you guys backstage, you asked your mom if you could go home now but she wouldn’t let her as she wanted you and your childhood friend to meet again.

as the three of you arrived backstage you felt as if the world was gonna collapse under you, so you told her that u were gonna go to the restroom.

as the two of them arrived there the members greeted them with their full energy while mark was so obviously looking for something, or someone, “she’s at the restroom” his mom said with a smile on her face, mark quickly said “who?” to try to defend himself, his mother said “don’t act dumb, I know who you’re looking for, I just wanna know why you want to find her” mark sighed in defeat as he said “well we grew up together and she was my best friend” “and I miss her too” he quickly added, “that’s all?” said your mom and members in chorus.

“well-” he said before he saw you walking past, everyone confused they look in the same direction he was looking at and well, shockingly enough, it was you.

#mark lee fluff #mark lee x reader #mark lee imagines #mark lee scenarios #mark lee drabbles #nct dream fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct fluff

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small-spark-of-light · 2 years

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DON'T KNOW IF MY ASK SENT INITIALLY. you've asked me many questions so i might as well return the favor!! if you don't mind answering/me asking, what are some of your headcanons on Ren's party? you have a lot of compelling ideas so i'd love to hear what you have to say!!

OOOOO :0000 you are the first person to send me an ask!!!!!! this WILL be long and that is a Threat/j

I don't have that many headcanons about his party, but i do have some :DD! they Do have names, but no one knows Who is Who so im guessing based on vibes. this may be a little ooc so :(

I think Ren has a decent relationship with his party(one where they can tease each other easily, like when they find him hugging the ships pole in Cal Mira XD they seem exasperated!); Based on what I've heard about the LN's from people who have read it. Despite how reclusive he is, and the fact he thinks their NPC's.

I think that(logically), to become an adventurer, you have to be at least 18, so the guy is the youngest in his party XD by quite a long shot i might add :0

Farrie, the martial artist girl, is 18, maybe just 19. She's energetic, spunky and sunshine-like, with a stubborn and fightey bite to her. hates Myne with a burning passion in my head, mainly cause i think I'd be funny for the others in Ren's party, if not Ren himself, having to hold back this small feral girl from beating the fuck out of Myne XD There is a genuine reason tho, its a bit vague in my head but generally she Hates how manipulative and vile she is. She's naturally drawn to Ren due to their similar ages, like a preppy older sister.

Tersia, the hunter with the dual knives is 25, is a cocky and confident stealth based fighter. He's like that older brother that teases a lot(this guys the one messing with Ren for holding onto the pole in that one scene). i don't have much on him, but he's chill, a little concerningly chill when it comes to fighting, maybe a little careless

Welt is the mage with the book. He's surprisingly similar to Ren in personality: Quiet and a loner, but in a "quiet and a little separated, but still interested and involved way". He's a very strong mage and his spellbook has a TON of spells, and the healer of the party, though he's not as strong as Naofumi. Welt is a scholar and graduate, hence the book and fit. I think he'd be the best bet to learn the worlds language.

Finally, Bakta! He's the bearded man with the axe. I have the most on him. At 48, He's the oldest of Ren's Party, and the oldest of All the party members. He's an EXTREMELY experienced adventurer and has been fighting for decades! A tough and proud barbarian type, y'know the one: Big, strong, experienced, laughs loud and likes to drink. He has a wife, who he loves Dearly(despite how much she hates his adventurer job, It's Dangerous!). Bakta hides it well but He's Very concerned that a 16 year old is fighting, nonetheless is a hero and tasked to save the world, and honestly thinks he shouldn't be here altogether. He's very confused at how Ren leads his party, but he doesn't stop it. He's Fatherly to Farrie and Ren(especially). I think he joined the previous sword heroes

I know he's not in Ren's party, but i want to talk about Mald! He's the second oldest party member of all at 43. Awful guy, you know his personality. But i think Ren kicked Mald out himself, due to his awful personality and behavior. he tried to manipulate Ren into doing what he wants while slacking off, Ren caught on quick and booted him immediately, to which he went to Itsuki, and so on and so forth.

idk if this is what you wanted, but here!! this is my first ask :D!! I might talk about a thing about Ren's leadership that confuses me(i've sent an ask about this to Shield-Hero-stuffs) but it's off topic so Eh :|

#the rising of the shield hero #rotsh #shield hero #ren amaki #naofumi iwatani #itsuki kawasumi #idk if i should tag his party cause they literally Don't have a tag #i have a hc that has to do with Ren starting to think about how the world might not be a game but i figured it was ooc for him :0 #i think they know he's autistic #when he's like That they have no choice but to think somethings different about him XD #thing about autism tho!#personalizing/humanizing and feeling empathy/attachment to unliving things #you know it i know you to ):)#i experience it myself #he treats them decently despite thinking they're NPC's #outside of his weird leadership #i like to think thats why he has a good relationship with them #despite thinking they're NPC he's empathetic(if not compassionate) to them due to autism and #it be like that gamers(i still feel bad about abandoning my minecraft dogs ;A; i know they are just ai and not real but :( )#does Autism exist in their world?#its less advanced to ours(and Kizunas) so maybe they have the belief of Fae and Changelings #i think it might be starting to be realized but not yet out to the public #his party finds it funny to think Ren is a fairy XD #this is good au angst :))) i've brought this up with shield-hero-stuff awhile back AND recently #they just have yet to answer the ask Xd #im getting off track tho #i hope this answered what you wanted!#spark speaks #Edit: JUST READ AN EXCERPT FROM THE NOVEL His party are all polite and modest #they apologized to Nao for not joining him at first because they were scared of what would happen to them

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rush-mp3 · 6 days

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idk if i like this design for my potential gachiakuta oc, but it'll do for now until i get to know her better.

anyways, idk her name yet, it'll come after i figure out her story.

i'm thinking her jinki is her "pet snake" (a wooden snake that's childhood toy given to her by her best friend (long gone (not deceased?))) that turns into a dragon. i think it'd be kinda cool if she could turn any toy animal into a jinki, buuuuuuut we'll see. i don't wanna ruin the novelty of rudo's entire character.

as for her backstory, i'll kinda just go with the flow as a write this. first drafts are first drafts 🤷🏿‍♀️ depending on my fixation with the series, she'll either be left to rot as is or she'll get a complete & total overhaul later on.

anyways, so i'm thinking her ancestors are from the sphere/sky. but somewhere along her family history, they got sent down to the abyss (and somehow survived). i kinda wanna make it into a thing where the family in ber ancestry was a big one, and because they were so big, the higher ups thought they were prostituting/selling the kids or hust doing something vaguely shady.....so they sent THE WHOLE FAMILY down. as if the kids would've been at fault in that situation lmaooo

a lot of them didn't survive, namely the parents and the younger kids. it was mostly the eldest & middle children that survived the fall. but even from there, not many managed to survive the toxins or skypeople traffickers, so it resulted in the eldest son and the surviving youngest daughter being the ones to carry on the family legacy.

each of the known surviving child were dedicated to having just one or two children each—provided they or their offspring even wanted children—and that was something that continued for generations until alitash tasifa's* generation.

(*that's her name now; alitash is an ethiopian name that means "may i never lose you" and tasifa is an amharic surname that means "hope". hopefully these meanings are correct! )

i think ali grew up very lonely because somehow, someway, her family lineage (that she knew of) grew smaller and smaller until it was only her and her parents—and of course her parents have to die at some point.

and i guess, since i mentioned a childhood best friend! maybe she ends up living with her childhood bestie & their family for a bit until something happens with them. i guess they ended up needing to move and they didn't/couldn't take ali with them. the best friend's larting gift was the wooden toy snake they made themselves (it was to replce this "trashy" toy lizard ali picked up randomly off the street). ali gave them her favorite "trashy" toy lizard in exchange.

once when ali went up to meet their bestie & the fam, she ends up finding out that no one knew anything about a new family moving in. and in her search for them, she discovers that they never even made it to town. but that's pretty much all she ended up finding out.

for a while, ali kind of just wandered around since she had no real place to go back to and no one was waiting for her either.

she ends up inadvertently meeting engine & riyo after they tripped over her seemingly lifeless body in the streets. ali had kind of given up at that point and was just wasting away, waiting to die, but the funny thing is, her jinki was wrapped around her, protecting her from the elements & predators. engine of course saw this and bet on her potential as a cleaner, so he reasoned with ali's jinki (gotta give it a name) and eventually, they were able to gain its trust so that they could take ali in.

it was hard for ali to open up at first, because she was convinced that she'd eventually cause the cleaners to disappear somehow...or make them "throw her away". but she has been with them ever since and has gained her old self back.

now, as for what her "old self" means....? aka, what her personality is.....idk. in my mind, ali is grown, maybe like 28. the first thing that comes to my mind is a "wine aunt" kinda vibe. she is generally cheerful and loving, maybe a little friendly-flirty, but a deep melancholy permeates her exterior sometimes. she doesn't have much book smarts (and she's insecure about it, which is why she has a penchant for studying), but she has a lot of street smarts.

she has complicated feelings on whether she wants a family herself or not one day. it's mostly because she has only one person on her mind when it comes to love, and she doesn't even know if that person is dead or alive.

also irt her childhood best friend, i'm absolutely imagining them being a minor vandal or some sort of antagonist.

i'm also wanting for a relative (or relatives) of hers to show up at some point. like from one of those lost siblings all those generations ago. i want my pookie to have a family 🥺 i mean, she'll have a found family with the cleaners, but you know. having options isnt bad.

ummmmm i think that's it. for now anyways. so much of this is off rip & so vague, but it's a decent start for now i think.

#jk.txt #gachiakuta #gachiakuta oc #jk.oc

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Ok let's say because of MC's "I'm the protagonist so I'm different powers", it would make us strong enough to not evaporate or turn insane when seeing cosmic horrors, how would the boys act around us in their true forms?

If we're going for the more angst route (but not too angsty), they were horrified that you saw them in that state and we have to constantly reassure them that yes we aren't dying, turning mad or anything of the sorts.

Idk the is just so funny to me because its sorta like this:

Mc: This is my boyfriend! *points at a biblically accurate angel*

The angel: Hello 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️

im so sorry this took me so long to get to. but. life. "Hello 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️" SENT ME i spent so long laughing at that. I love the idea so much and you can bet this isn't going to be the only true forms shenanigans I write. 💛 This one is a little funny, a little angsty, and a little bloody - I hope you enjoy! For those of you following along at home, this was also the ask that inspired this.

cw: violence (against MC and others), blood, death mentions. Implied/mentioned chronic pain for Lucifer. There's a few times where MC gets kidnapped but they're saved pretty quickly. And of course, horror themes. It's also over 11k words so like. have a snack break. Also not proof-read.

Be Not Afraid

The blood in your veins and your magic protect you and allow you to see the 'true' forms of demons - but that doesn't mean they've been willing to test your sanity. A tale of the first time you've seen the brothers, and how those circumstances came to be. Also posted here on Ao3.

Mammon

You wake up slowly.

Your head is aching like you’ve spent the last few days dehydrated and now you’re paying the price. Your mouth is also cottony and dry, while it feels like every muscle in your body aches.

Really. This again?

A stone altar is cold against your back, and the sounds of ritualistic chanting echo throughout the cavernous hall. All you wanted was a night out at the casino, and now this?

It’s what you get, you suppose, for being careless. You had accidentally flashed Mammon’s pact mark at one of the high rollers at the poker table while reaching over the bar for your drink. Their eyes had snapped to your body and you’d spent the rest of the evening trying to avoid them and their goons. Shame your luck didn’t hold out past your wins at cards and dice.

You recognize the hall you’re in as one of the upper levels at the same Casino, large skylight above you revealing a moonless sky. The high roller and their goons at least have done you the service of keeping you in your regular clothes - though the pact mark you notice when you twist enough to see has been left revealed deliberately.

The High Roller is chanting in a vaguely familiar language that sounds a little like greek but feels older, while their goons are shuffling their feet, obviously waiting for them to be done. At least there aren’t any sharp things pointing at you.

“Hey, uhh, do you mind letting me go?” you try. If nothing else, maybe the goons are having second thoughts.

Of course, there’s no response.

“I’m friends with some very powerful people,” you try again, “maybe, if you let me go, they could cut you a deal?”

At this, one of the goons snorts. “We’re countin’ on that, actually.”

Oh great. Big, mean, and in the know.

The chanting rises in volume to combat your voices, and as it does so you notice a tingling sensation in your pact mark.

“While I’ve got you here,” you say to distract from the uncomfortable sensation, “what is it you’re hoping to do?”

It’s a different goon that responds this time. This one’s wearing glasses. You decide to label him ‘Nerd’. The first can be ‘Unhelpful’. “The boss is tryin’ to get rich quick. Got some debts, see. He’s hoping you can help. Turn his luck around at the big game, and all that.”

“If he’s got debt, why are you working for him?” you ask, genuinely curious.

You can tell the High Roller (or not-so-high, if Nerd is to be believed) is becoming increasingly annoyed by your conversation, like you’ve hit on a bit of a sore spot. (Considering your entire body is a bit of a sore spot right now, you think it’s pretty fair. Honestly, you’d like to see him even more annoyed. It’s not enough.) He actually stumbles on one of the phrases (something, you realize now that you recognize the language as Ancient Mycenean, to do with ‘showing thyself’) and it makes your heart skip unwillingly and your pact mark feel like it’s been stabbed through with a hot iron.

Unfortunately, this serves to distract you from Unhelpful’s response. “-ake us along for the ride.”

“Sorry,” you say faintly, “I didn’t catch that first bit.”

“I said -”

Not-so-High roller punctuates his chants with an irritated harsh syllable, cutting you both off. All through your conversation, he’s been crescendoing, and you feel like maybe the ritual is reaching its peak. Your Ancient Mycenean is rough, but Solomon has hammered in enough during your training that you recognize key phrases: separation (confirming your hunch that this is somehow related to your pact), wealth, and -

“- Mégas Kýrie Mammon!”

Shit.

You don’t get to think much else, because one of your pact marks burn with what feels like the intensity of the sun itself. You close your eyes against the pain as your body feels like its being shocked with lightning and then doused in lava. And then there’s a pull. Like the skin that bears the mark is trying to tear itself from your flesh, up, up and out.

A scream is wrenched from your throat, the high pitch of your own voice adding to the scratching whispers that have begun in your mind. It builds and builds and builds because it’s not enough, it will never be enough -

Nothingness.

Empty void.

The whispers, your own screams, have been cut off. The pain of something being pulled out is gone, and now you’re left shaking on the - well. Not the ground. Not anything, really. Your harsh breathing echoes, though you can’t see any walls that would cause the sound to bounce when you manage to crack open your eyes.

There’s only one thing in the hollow expanse before you, immediately grabbing your attention.

It’s a heart. Not human, not with the way that it shines gold even without light. It’s beating frantically, molten gold feeding in only to release cold, curling shadows. Something about it calls to you, and you can’t help but reach out and grab-

sssCHRK!

Reality filters in all at once the moment your fingers brush the heart. You’re so overwhelmed by the love-pain-fear that it feels like you’re once again on that ritual table with a dagger poised over your chest, your own heart beating frantically as you try and sort through the emotions.

Clawed fingers - talons - are scratching at your scalp and behind your ears, cooing whispers and chatters and clacks sing out around you. Sight comes back to you slowly, and when it does, you notice the hands and wings and claws and tails that reach and wrap around you. Golden eyes peek out between fingers and feathers, each looking upon you in concern, while others glare venomously at the now cowering Goons.

Or, maybe not cowering. You can barely look away from the creaturebeingthing for long enough to notice, but it seems maybe not all of them survived whatever had happened. Not-so-high Roller is frozen in place, eyes wide and blank while his mouth is agape in awe and fear. His form is being held up purely through the fact that his suit has turned to almost pearlescent glass, cold and hard to the touch and probably very expensive. Several others have either just keeled over (in shock, or maybe, you think, they had a heart attack) or find themselves shackled with shining metal, glowingly hot and dripping from their flesh.

Unfortunately, not even poor Unhelpful or Nerd had been spared. They’re both on their knees, clawing at their chests while they retch. Unhelpful coughs, and out comes gold coins, covered in blood, bile, and saliva. Molten silver (or maybe platinum) drools from Nerd’s mouth, but he seems to have better luck keeping his stomach. Both are avoiding your gaze, fixated on Mammon like he’s the brightest treasure they’ve ever seen.

“Mammon,” you murmur, and in that moment those eyes that were looking away from you snap to attention. Good. Give it all to me.

�̶̞̥͈͖͖͈͍̩̭̦̮̀͂̈́̄̓͗̾̈̏͛͜�̶̥̅̒͐͜�̷̛̗͖̰͍̪̗̯̻̣̯̼̳̳͇͜�̶̨̦̤̳̱̰̼̬͛̈̌̌̍̒̈̔͒͋́͒͌̕͝�̷̡̗͖̻̐͆̉͜�̸̟̺͔̺̯̙̝̘̥̳̤̒̅̀́͘�̶̧͔̞̲̲̻̠̑͌�̴̝͉̞̫̼̥̤̟̇̆̋̂̈̈̀͑̓̈̇͊́͛͜�̴̛̺͔̰̩͚̝͓̄́̉͗̐̿�̸̡̟͔̱̱͈̌̊�̴̳̭̭͓̜͉͕̪̹̯͔̞͛͠ͅ�̸̻͔̐̾̀

It’s the sound of clinking, tumbling coins hitting the top of a pile, but also the cracking, squeaky hinges of an empty safe. It’s the most comforting sound in the world - right up until it isn’t.

“I’m sorry,” you say for what feels like the second time that night, “I didn’t quite catch that.”

Two of the arms reach out to grab you, and you let them. As they move, you notice a faint gap between the many wings and talons and hands and claws. All those limbs reach inward, like it’s trying to cover or fill a hollow void, but no matter how hard they try, there’s no way they can do it. And that allows you to see it. Only for a moment. The most beautiful thing you think you’ve ever seen. That heart of precious metal, pumping shadow and hope. And then -

gone.

You’re distracted once more by the extravagance of it all and everything else. Golden chains hang from his form, some of them ornamental, others digging into the flesh(?) itself, causing not-blood to ooze from the wounds they create.

"̵͙̉̚Ä̴̭̝́͆̅r̸̠͎͗͛̚é̴̢̖̓̕ ̸̟̒̉̕ỹ̸͚͉̘̦ö̶̝́̿̽ǔ̶̞̫̬́̅͠ ̷͎̥̥͒͆̂̊o̴̡̱̓̌̐̋k̸͔͖͉̀̆͜,̶̧͓̏̊ͅͅ ̴̲̮͑ḩ̵̛̙̯̥ư̵̢̩̠̍m̷̢̻̯͖͝͠à̴͖̖̰ń̴̡̨͕̀͒?̵͚̂̃͒̈́"̸̮͕̣̂̇͒͘

“I was scared for a moment there.”

Immediately, the arms try to drop you, but you don’t let them. The form tries to retreat, and it pulls away from your touch like it burns.

"̶̦̐i̶͔̿m̴͕̆ ̴̧̋s̵̩͛o̶͓̎r̴̥̈́r̸̠̈́y̵̯͌ ̸̪́i̸̜͛m̶͎̋ ̵͕̈s̵̖̾o̶̮̽r̵̮̍r̴͎̔ẏ̷̯ ̸̺͗i̷͔̔m̸̬̅ ̸̭́s̶̨͛o̷̱̓r̵̥͋r̶̟̚ẏ̴͍ ̵̥̕î̶̥m̵̨͂ ̸̒ͅs̷̰̒o̵̹͝r̶͓̆r̵̥̈́y̶͎̽"̵̰̅

“No, I’m sorry! That was a dumb thing to say,” you quickly say when it doesn’t look like he’s going to stop trying to get away from you, “I wasn’t scared of you, I promise!”

It - he halts in his tracks. Even that beating heart in his hollow centre stops when that reaching, filling, grasping mess pause in response to your words.

"̴̻̍Ỷ̶̲ǒ̴͉u̴̦͝r̸̻͝e̸̛̹ ̶͔́ṇ̷͐o̷̭͂t̷̻̋ ̶́ͅs̵̞̕c̶̢̀ä̵ͅr̴̖̓e̴̯͠d… of me?”

“No,” you say firmly.

There’s a moment where he appears to be judging you with his many, many eyes. But eventually, he reaches back to you, and you once again let him lift you.

“Well, I did get a bit of a shock,” you can’t help but add, once again playing with the golden chains looped around one of his many wrists, “it’s the first time I’ve seen a demon’s ‘true form’. I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing it again, if we’re being honest.”

“Really?” this time, it’s Mammon’s voice as you know it. Clear, a little growly, and oh so full of hope.

“Yeah. Can’t get enough of it.”

Lucifer

Of course it’s witches. Why is it always witches?

The drama-of-the-week this time around comes from a witch who took exception to Asmo’s beauty. According to her, no one could be that beautiful without magic or makeup, and thus cursed the Avatar with a spell that compels the bearer to show who you really are, to be vulnerable with those who matter most. Unfortunately, the witch had been jealous and inexperienced, and so the curse had power but no direction. It hit all the Avatars.

Curses like this wouldn’t normally be an issue - typically Solomon or Lucifer could break them after learning about the parameters or focus fairly easily. Not without shenanigans taking place, much to your amusement.

And true, there were heart-touching and heartbreaking moments in equal measure. Mammon had been honest, and Levi had been forced to own just how cool he is. Satan was able to let his anger and insecurities out and the twins opened up to each other about their guilt. Even Asmo was able to be vulnerable to you and Solomon about his fears of love and intimacy.

Lucifer, though…

Well. What would one expect from the embodiment of pride itself?

You’ve managed to extract secrets, honesty, and vulnerability from all the other Avatars and Lucifer is your final stop. Solomon claims it’s only a matter of being honest, a rudimentary curse with a simple solution. But you had both exchanged wary glances when you realized who the final target would be.

You knock on his door, waiting a few moments for a response, but nothing happens. You try again, and alas, it’s just a repeat of your first attempt.

“Lucifer?” you call, hoping to the high heavens (and deep hells) that he hasn’t magically blocked out the noise from outside, like you know he does when he’s overwhelmed. “Can I come in?”

Again, no response.

Sighing, you put your hand on the door handle, praying silently that he hasn’t cursed it to keep you out. Normally you’re the one with a free pass, while Mammon, Asmo, and even Dia are sometimes barred entry. With a turn and a click the door opens, and you let out the breath of air you were holding.

Your first impression as you glance around Lucifer’s room is that it’s empty. He’s not home?

But no, there - the covers of his bed. They’re shaking slightly, shuddering not with breathing but irregular shivvers. You hurry across the room and peel them back, and you can’t hold back your gasp when you see him.

Lucifer looks so much younger like this. Sweat is beading on his forehead while his clawed fingers latch onto the blanket, trying to pull it back over his head and shoulders. His hair is a mess and he can’t even bring his eyes around to meet yours in his customary glare.

But the thing that steals your attention away from his pale, shaking frame, is the gaping, raw wounds in his back. Blood that isn’t red but isn’t gold or black or any one color oozes from two almost identical abscesses on his normally pristine lower back, angled towards each other in a ‘v’ shape. The skin around the wounds looks like it has been pulled taut and then abruptly slackened, leaving dead flesh tags to roughly scrape against the blankets as you pull them back further.

“Go ‘way,” a venomous voice hisses, the normally clear diction slurring.

“No Lucifer, you’re hurt! Let me -”

“‘S nuthin’ new,” he murmurs, curling up more tightly. His wings are limp and lack their normal sheen, and they shiver violently every now and then.

If this is the effect of the curse, then does that mean this is what Pride looks like while vulnerable?

No, not Pride.

Lucifer.

His pride is nothing more than a pillar of strength, a coping strategy. Vulnerability strips that away, willingly or not. If this is nothing new, does that mean that some part of him always -

“What can I do to help you?” you ask, heart thumping wildly in your chest when you realize the implications.

“‘S the curse. You can’ do anythin’.”

His words hang in the air between you. And then you realize, “does that mean you can do something?”

Lucifer gasps in pain and then tries to pull his wings around himself. You shoot out a hand to stop him, gently catching the freezing feathers before they can cover his face. “‘Ts about being vulnerable. ‘-ve to show what ‘m hidin’.”

You learned from Asmo that the curse makes them feel agitated, anxious, and restless to the point of pain. It affected Mammon the worst, and Levi pretty harshly too. The twins, in comparison, seemed fairly okay under the influence, if a bit uncomfortable. Throughout the day you had been bugged by the fact that you know you’ve been missing something. Something obvious. And now you know -

“Damn it, Lucifer,” you sigh.

The curse’s strength is tied to the strength of the bearer.

And Lucifer is one of the strongest beings in existence.

“It’s fine,” he grunts through his teeth. The effort to properly enunciate clearly causes him more pain. “I can manage it.”

“Lucifer,” you say, letting the command slip softly in your voice. His red eyes finally meet yours. “It’s okay. Let go. I promise we will be okay.”

You don’t know whether it’s the pact or whether Lucifer just trusts you, but finally, finally he gasps out and then -

Galaxies.

Entire universes span as far as you can see, nebulae swirling infinitely as stars edge on the brink of collapse. You’re so high up, above everything and everyone, and your heart thuds as you toe your way closer to the edge. You can’t help but feel like you’re being watched, the multiple twinkling lights for moments at a time resembling bright irises caught in your gaze.

I could get closer.

The thought enters your mind unbidden, and you cannot help the way your feet move one after the other, dragging you towards infinite collapsing nebula. You reach out your hand, you could practically touch-

Freezing flames and scalding ice, the physical feeling tied up in all the emotions that seem to leak from his form. fear-grief-love-hope tumble around deep in your stomach, and you throw your entire body into the expanse.

This close you can see the marrs in the facade. The jagged edges that bleed dying realities and discarded futures. The expanse around, above, beneath you is unbalanced, incomplete. Torn.

And yet. And yet.

It’s beautiful.

Y̴̛͇͗̌͐͛ǒ̴̟͋̓̇̋u̷̢͕͂̾͐̍̂'̸̠̌͂̈̓r̶̛̞̾ě̶̳̉ ̶̨͚͒̂̍͗͠ẃ̸̮̼̮̗͆͘͜r̶͙̾o̶͍̠̊̀̚n̴̤̎̈́̌͑́g̸̥̯̗̤̍̉̈́..̸̡͇͖̱̞̑̂̍ ̸̲̱͍̮͒

The voice comes from everywhere and nowhere, thundering in your ears and whispering in your mind. It’s the song of stars and planets turning, that sound only celestial bodies can make. And it’s enough to make you aware that you’ve been saying everything out loud.

The awe that you’re feeling staring up at this great, immense being inspires so much love, so much fear in you. But not enough.

“I’m not wrong. You’re stunning. Literally.” You’re a little surprised at your ability to talk. And that what you’re saying aren’t just praises, sighs of worship at this great, awe-ful being.

He, it, Lucifer shifts away, like he’s trying to hide. But it’s like a cloud hiding the sky, you know he’s still there and still infinite, even if the brilliance momentarily defies your sight. And he’s not entirely hidden, either.

Those ragged edges - some have been clawed at, ripped and pulled by its own hands. But others…

Cut. Both careless and deliberate. The final rebellion of a shackled son.

Ỷ̶̜̳ǫ̶̫̿ͅu̶̦̘̜̍'̵̩̬͌̌̕r̶̰̈́e̸͉̐̍ ̶͚̰̻́͂n̶̨̖̝͆͝o̵̞̝̫͛͂̚t̵̡͋ ̴̧̙͈͘a̴͖̔́f̸̳̕ŕ̸̜̰a̵̞͍͌̌̓i̸̺̐͘d̷͉̰͌̒͌ͅ?̶̜͙̊͠

You snort. “Lucifer. I’m terrified.”

That loud, overwhelming singing and turning suddenly goes silent, and you watch as multiple stars collapse into one another, a black hole yawning wide and threatening to consume everything and you.

You frown. That’s not sadness, like you’d expect. It’s -

“I’m terrified of never seeing you like this again,” you hurry on to say, wanting to erase that horrible, creeping guilt in your chest. “I’m terrified for you, knowing this is a hurt you carry and always will. I’m terrified you will never share it or let us help.”

A million stars-as-eyes stare at you, while a billion more blink and turn their gaze away. It's neither reassurance nor excuse. But at least it's acknowledgement.

And that's the first step.

Leviathan

You kind of wish you had turned down the all-expenses-paid cruise. But hey - hindsight is 20/20. And you’re not one to turn down free stuff. Especially not free holidays.

The cruise is hosted by your university’s Exchange Society, advertised as an ‘opportunity to meet, work, and play cross-culturally, cross-disciplinary, and cross-communally!’ The only caveat? By agreeing to the cruise you’re taking part in an ‘Ethnographic Survey and Cultural Exchange’. You’ve participated in weirder research for less, and you have some time to kill while in the human world. Honestly, you could return to Devildom early, but you want to regain some confidence in your home plane, especially after all the shit you’ve been through recently.

The first three days were filled with rest, relaxation, and a surprising amount of productivity on the writing-front. Many coffees were consumed, and just as many cocktails were gulped down.

It’s on the third evening (the 13th of the month and a full moon) when you’re sculling down your fifth espresso martini (its about the efficiency!) that you start to feel sleepy. Which. With as much caffeine and sugar running in your veins right now, is a very big red flag.

You don’t remember closing your eyes, but you sure do remember opening them again.

You’re woken by the sound of rhythmic chants. It’s not the first time, and it probably won’t be the last. This chanting sounds practiced, but it doesn’t sound fluent. There’s a forcefulness to the pronunciation of the ancient sanskrit, one that Solomon is currently working to train you out of yourself.

Cracking open your eyes, you notice you’ve been tied up alongside quite a few of your fellow students, laid at points around a ritual circle. Your wrists are bound in front of you, and that’s just one mistake of many. Around the outside of the circle, standing hand-in-hand, are a number of hooded cultists, humming and chanting like they kind of know the words but not really. Ran pelts your face and you’re forced to squint to minimize the water hitting your eyes. By the sting it’s both rain and sea - the waves towering and crashing onto the top deck of the cruise liner.

And yet, despite all this, none of your fellow students awaken.

Glancing around as subtly as you can, you seek out the leader of the chanting. At what you assume is the northernmost point of the circle is a hooded figure, though the patchy, ill-cared for scruff growing on their chin reveals their identity: the president of the Exchange Society. His fellow hooded cultists, you now realize, are members of that same club - each of them bearing the same crest.

The volume of the chants increase just as you manage to wiggle your wrists out of the cheap rope keeping them bound. Not wasting any time, despite your heart thudding loudly in your chest, you untie your ankles and try to roll free of your position in the circle.

Your movement is immediately noticed by the cultists, and they rush to grab you. You try to cry out, to stop this nonsense, but your words go unheard over the sound of the storm and the waves.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fu-

“What are you doing, you idiots?” you try asking the two cultists holding you, and they’re surprised by the disdain in your voice that overrides your fear.

Not that you’re not terrified out of your wits - but at this point you’ve learned to roll with the punches. You’ve spent an entire year scared out of your mind and you’re very used to functioning through it.

“We’re finally summoning the Great Serpent. No one has achieved it before, and when we manage it he’ll give us all the power and riches we could ask for!” the one holding you on your right responds.

Oh shit. They’re insane. Wonderful.

Lightning crashing from above down into the sea and for a moment the sky is painted an eerie orange. Beneath your feet, deep, deep in the ocean, you can hear groaning. It sounds like rocks forced together, sliding against one another like the crust of the earth itself is splitting.

“Our Lord Rises!” cries the club president in triumph, finishing his chant.

The ocean seems to darken to the same color as the stormy sky as it rises and rises, and you’re not sure where the horizon is anymore. If there’s even a horizon at all. Something opens in the waves, dark and all-consuming. You get the impression of teeth, of venom, of a sharp and jagged tongue but they’re so much larger than the ship, than the sea itself.

Something knocks into the ship and the whole thing rocks precariously from side to side - you didn’t even realize that was possible in a ship this large. The screeching of metal assaults your ears as the mouth in the ocean widens, and you get the distinct impression that the reason why this Great Serpent hasn’t been summoned before is because it’s very likely it would’ve swallowed the whole world. Whole.

The sky around you gets impossibly darker. Unless, no. It’s not the sky. Something large, scaled, and jagged is rising up and around you, coiling around the ship. You yelp and tear yourself out of the grasp of the cultists as it comes slamming down onto the deck, narrowly avoiding crushing you.

You manage to catch yourself on the edge of the thing, the scaled coil, and you feel a bright, harsh burning in your chest.

You’re terrified. But you also feel bitter. There’s a sour taste in the back of your mouth as the inevitability hits you - why is this happening to you? Why now? Why aren’t you powerful enough to-

Wait.

Though the storm is raging and the cruise liner groans and creaks, your voice defies all this to call out and be heard clearly above the din.

“Leviathan?”

Your voice cracks across the sea like thunder, even though you’re really only calling out a name in confusion. The chanting doesn’t stop, but everything else around you does.

Lighting pauses in its arc across the sky, illuminating the ship’s deck in an unnatural light. Towering waves that tread the line between a watery mountain-range and tsunami freeze in place. The large creature too big to see or name, with its mouth open as if to swallow the sky itself seems to tense as if a shock has run through it.

Slowly its massive, earth-shattering jaw closes, though its coils do not loosen their grasp on the horizon. Then all at once, the wind, the waves, the screeching of manufactured metal joins sing together to form a voice:

"̸̧̗̪̻̬̈́.̴͔̹͗͘͜.̴̛̤͙̝̘̱͒̍̆̚.̸̨̰̪̙͂͗M̸̛͍̜̀̚͘C̸̛͔̎͛̎͗?̴̧̟̻̾̾"̵͕̗̞͋́́̽̚ͅ

At this, the chanting falters, though you barely notice it through the sheer love, relief and confusion that floods you at the sound of your name. You make sure to check your DDD - thankfully spared from the ritual nonsense that has decimated any other technology on the ship - and yup. As you thought.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the midnight release for the latest TSL game?” you ask.

He’d been looking forward to it all week - wanting to get his hands on an exclusive copy. You’ve received message after message about the early-access footage and reviews the entire time you’ve been on this cruise.

The moon seems to dim from that brilliant orange hue as the great beast’s coils slacken. Overhead several more cables snap, and they sound almost like a pitiful wail.

“̸̣͙̿͝Ḯ̵͉̍͆ ̴̪̜̌w̸̖̽̽a̸̙̳͒͗s̵͙̤̯͒̏ ̷̨̢̬̾̕p̴̭̾ͅu̵̢̺͔͂l̶̩̩̖̐͝l̶̼̭̮͋͐̃e̵̩͈̥͒̊̎d̴̠̖̒͝ ̷̝͔̋̀a̴̛̦̺̙͑͛w̴̡̞̓͜a̸͙̰͝y̵̜̯̩̌̀.̷̧͕́”̵͈̮̝̇̊ ̷̖̤̗̓̽

By now the chanting had well and truly stopped. Several of the cult members are curled on the ground in the fetal position, blood pouring from their eyes and ears. Only their leader remains, and he seems frozen in the face of the very beast he had tried to summon - the Lord he was trying so very hard to appease.

You barely take stock of this though as you frown and approach one of the gigantic, glittering coils. The individual scales are the size of buildings and they glitter with a beautiful orange sheen.

“Aw, I’m sorry babe,” you console, reaching out to stroke one of his scales. “If you want, I can take care of this for you?”

At your touch, there’s a ripple of air, of light, of sound. The world unfreezes around you, radiating out from that point between your hand and Levi’s scale. The line between ocean and sky defines itself once more as the coils of the serpent loosen their grasp. But it’s not enough.

There needs to be one more push, an offering to satisfy the yearning, all-consuming void. Something greater than the seas and horizon itself.

You’ve got just the thing.

“I’ve decided to cut this holiday short - how about you pick up that game so you and I can play it together? We can be the first to complete the co-op route!”

It’s enough.

The ship shudders as the serpent releases it, innumerable, immeasurable coils slipping back beneath the waves. It turns to face you, its heads and limbs merging into one.

You recognize the insecurity in those eyes.

“̸I̷ ̵-̷.̷.̷.̴ ̷I̵ ̷a̶c̷c̶e̶p̴t̴ ̶t̸h̶o̸s̴e̶ ̷t̶e̴r̵m̷s̸,̶”̴ it says and you hear the words in your mind as the shape of them causes more of the ship’s supports to screech and snap. “But-”

The ocean seems to groan and tremble beneath you - the cry of unknowable creatures reverberates through the ship and into your chest. They sound mournful. And just a little bit afraid.

“Do you really w̶a̷n̵t̶ ̵t̶o̵?̶ Especially now you’ve seen me like this?”

You reach out one more time, grabbing onto the edge of the ship’s railing so you can steady yourself. Your fingers just brush against those great, beautiful, glittering scales.

“Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with one of my favourite people?” you ask. “Especially after they’ve had a bad day.”

It seems impossible, but the Great Serpent’s face flushes red - likely a reflection from the glaring alarms, but it’s beautiful nonetheless. Garbled nonsense escapes from its mouth, and this time it really is just noise and sound. No meaning to it except deliciously pleased panic.

“Sheep got your giant, forked tongue?” you tease and that mental image practically sends the Avatar into spasms. More garbled nonsense crosses your heart and your ears as it hurries itself beneath the waves.

The final trace of all-consuming blackness disappears below the horizon to reveal a shining, orange dawn. You take a moment to appreciate your continued existence - yours, and everyone else’s on the planet.

It’s a shame you’re interrupted by the scared whimpers behind you.

You sigh, approaching the president of the Exchange Society. “Sorry. Where were we?”

The man panics, flailing backwards but there’s nowhere to go besides over the ship’s ledge.

“Wh-who are you?” he stammers.

You grin your best ‘evil grin’. You’ve always wanted the opportunity to indulge in a dramatic reveal. You’ll have to reward Levi for such a thoughtful gift when you finally get back.

Satan

The human world is not without its own perils. You’re used to constantly being on your guard in the Devildom, that the instincts you so finely honed there are probably what saves you now.

Your walk home is normally a pleasant twenty minute stroll through well-lit streets. However tonight the skies have opened up and rain is pelting down like knives. There’s a shortcut through some of the commercial buildings, through the alleys that separate them. There’s also the benefit brought by all the overhangs from air-conditioning units and fire escapes, offering some slight shelter from the freezing rain.

There’s a few others thinking the same thing, and you find yourself awkwardly scooting past them, throwing a glance over your shoulder as you pass them - sometimes seeing them doing the same at you. It never hurts to be too careful.

But then you take a wrong turn. And it’s not entirely your fault.

All you know is the area around you becomes pitch black, and you’re forced to put your hands out on the grimy walls to lead you. There are dim lights from the apartments above that lead you in the direction of the street (you hope).

Lightning flashes overhead.

And that’s enough. You see him - it? - there, something extending towards you fast.

You dodge just in time, internally thanking Beel for all the times he took you out to teach you some Fangol basics. When you roll to your feet, whirling around to face your attacker, you can still barely see. But again, it’s enough to once again elude another writhing limb your way.

It grazes your side, and it feels like slimy, cool flesh pulled taut over bone. But it’s far too long and flexible for that to truly be the case. The man? Monster? Figure in front of you chuckles as you duck out of the way of his grasp.

“You have some fight in you? Oh I do enjoy a chase.”

His mouth splits open wider than a human’s would, his grin stretching up to his ears. Unlike the Little D’s or other demons you’ve run across however, there is no void within, no writing mass of darkness, sin in physical form. Instead, you see flesh and blood, a direct line to the back of this throat, his skull. Teeth extend down and you feel dread pooling in your gut.

Your body aches and throbs, and only now you notice his ‘graze’ must have gotten you a lot deeper than you thought. Both you and the creature watch mesmerized as a drop of your blood rolls from your hoodie and splashes onto the ground below, instantly diluted by all the rain.

“Oh,” the creature says, “How beautiful. Shall we see more?”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

This voice is new. And oh so very welcome. You feel yourself relaxing even before turning to see who spoke. Lightning crashes, illuminating the dark alley in bright green light. It instantly grounds you, while simultaneously making the world around you look unreal.

Satan steps between you and the creature, giving you a long, concerned look as you go.

“Two for the price of one? How fortuitous,” the creature growls. The green light from the lightning has yet to fade, and you notice now long, spiraling horns. They look like antlers - like Levi’s antlers. But the way they twist and poke is out, rather than inwards.

“A cambion? I thought your kind were all dead?” Satan responds, his tone disgusted and just a little bit curious.

He looks to be in his human form, though the edges blur in the rain. Every now and then a drop inexplicably bounces back up, in roughly the same places where his horns would be. Maybe that’s why the creature in front of you seems incensed by his words.

“How dare you speak to me in that tone. Do you know who I - ghrk!”

The change is instantaneous. Satan’s long, sharp, barbed tail whips out, piercing the creature through its chest. It lingers for a moment, the two connected while Satan stares dispassionately with vile, green eyes. Then, just as suddenly, he rips, the tail pulling its way through the creature’s chest to the side, freeing itself, flinging black blood as it goes.

Some part of you notices the way the blood settles on top of the water, rather than washing away like your own. But that part is overwhelmed with fear-love-relief, adrenaline in your veins responding to a fight that now will never happen.

“I don’t particularly care about who you thought you were when you woke up this morning. All you are now is a mistake that has been rectified,” Satan says coolly.

When he turns and sees you, it’s like he becomes a different person. Though his horns, tail, and claws are still accounted for, their presence is softened by the sheer amount of love, care, and worry directed right at you.

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Satan fusses over you. He’s careful not to nick you with the ever-growing talons at the tips of his fingers, even as soft hands brush over your face, your shoulders, your arms.

“I’m fine,” you manage to say, teeth chattering. It’s cold - freezing in the rain.

(And maybe you’re still just a little bit spooked).

Satan takes off his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders. You’re somewhat impressed by the way he manages to do it without nicking the fabric with his claws. But more than that, you’re grateful. His jacket is warm, and you put your arms in the sleeves to be more fully covered.

He tuts at you, while pulling it tighter over your chest. “You need to be more care-”

Grhk!

Satan’s green eyes are wide, his mouth open in shock around the long blade now stabbed through the back of his head. You barely manage to duck out of the way of the blade yourself, avoiding succumbing to the same fate.

You know that Satan is strong - he’s an Avatar for devil’s sake.

But it’s so sudden, so surprising, so horrible and graphic that you can’t help the scream that is torn from your throat as he drops, mouth open around the blade.

“Stupid runt. I’ve been wandering the Earth since the fall of the Roman Empire. You Devildom demons are soft - it takes more than an impaling to bring me down.”

The creature is back despite the gaping hole in his chest, his ribcage broken and exposed. Heart thudding in your chest, you can’t hear anything but the rain falling and the roaring of blood in your ears. You should be terrified, afraid, but -

You’re angry. Blood is rushing through your chest, your face is warm and probably red and you feel like screaming in frustration. Why is this happening to you? It’s not fair, it’s not right-

sshhhhCRASH!

Lightning strikes again, somehow greener than before. Sparks glance off the fire escape above you, falling harmlessly to the water below. It was so bright it’s b̷̮̖̊͋͛͒̂l̷̲̍͛̏̕i̷̝͉͙̗͂̀̈́̾͛̾̚͘͝ñ̶̡̜̪̥̋̈́̎͝ḓ̶͆̿̈́̉i̵̡̎n̴̛͇̗̤͊̀̀̊͠ġ̶̨̥̯̮

You blink your eyes rapidly, trying to dispel the whiteness but all you are getting is after-images that don’t make any sense. You can still hear, and what you do are screams and crunches and tears. A sword clatters to the ground but you inexplicably see one larger, more twisted, jagged, and deadly.

It feels like an eternity before you can see again. But it’s not right, it’s not real. Because what you’re seeing is a unicorn.

But not quite. There is no horn. There is only sharp, deadly steel.

You reach up and touch the horse’s skull. Sickly green fire escapes in the gaps between jaw and teeth, and though it singes your clothes it does not hurt your skin. The sword protruding out the top makes him look like some kind of gruesome unicorn. There’s no blood, only more of that green fire dripping from where the sword is impaled beneath the jaw.

The neck, the spine, and the tail of his form stretches and stretches and never seems to end. Vertebrae after vertebrae after vertebrae, each hooked, pointed and sharp and you yknow that just touching them would be enough to draw blood. Wings, black and feathered, and oddly out of place on the white bone, bleed gold from where what looks like barbed wire keeps them secured to the top of his rib cage.

Finally you bring yourself to look into the eyes of Satan’s form. The skull gives way to dark, hollow voids. They lack any kind of physical feature within, but they’re not empty. They are brimming with promise.

The promise of hurt. Revenge. Retribution.

It’s the anger of a mother whose child was taken from them too soon. It’s the fury of a serf who has been stepped on for far too long by their king.

An eye for an eye will make the world go blind.

You realize now that though Satan can very likely sense, there is not an uncovered eye in sight. There are faces that scream and spectral forms that wind through ribcages that have been torn asunder. Where their eyes would be are hideous scarred abscesses or bleeding bandages.

Again that anger is back, making you shake more than the cold ever could. The hilt of that giant, wretched sword is about at head level with you, and you wonder how hard it would be to just pull -

Satan ducks Its massive head, the horse skull - the gruesome unicorn - careful to not impale you. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and forcing your breathing to calm. The blackness gives you a reprieve, some perspective. The anger is still there. So is the fear. But it’s not everything.

“I’m alright,” you murmur. “Thank you.”

You think he’s looking at you, but it’s hard to tell without any visible eyes. But you know him, and that’s enough.

“Can we go home?” you ask, and It takes an earthshaking step back. There’s no way It fits in this narrow alley, and yet there is always just enough space.

“Together,” you amend firmly, when you realize It - he - was moving away to let you through.

There are still no eyes, and yet you know he is looking at you in amazement

The last block of your walk, from atop the back of Satan’s massive, skeletal form, passes by the courthouse. And there, something catches your attention. It's a statue, one you're so familiar with you basically tune it out.

An eye for an eye? Perhaps that is why justice is blind too.

Asmodeus

You will swear to your dying breath (which could be quickly coming) that this was all Solomon’s fault.

The sorcerer had stumbled across an ancient jewelry box during his recent travels and had left it behind in his room unsupervised. Asmo, of course, had been fascinated by it. The three of you had been hanging out in purgatory hall alone when one of Solomon’s wards had been activated up in the human world, leaving you and the demon in his bedroom with the promise not to touch anything.

Asmo, of course, touches the jewelry box. It’s still Solomon’s fault.

The box glows with a dark energy. The temperature plummets, and all of the clocks in the room stop their constant ticking. You feel a force wave out from the box and throughout the large manor, making your teeth vibrate uncomfortably in your skull.

“Asmo, maybe you should drop-”

There’s a groan from somewhere outside.

“No need to get grumbly, MC,” Asmo croons, putting down the box. He doesn’t look affected by whatever just happened.

“That noise wasn’t me,” you say through gritted teeth.

There’s another groan, this time closer.

Followed by another.

And another.

Asmo cocks his head with his hand perched on his hip. He seems to be studying you intently.

“Are you feeling o-”

CRASH.

The door shakes in its hinges, and you jump. There’s all sorts of groaning and growling now - coming from the other side of the door and even outside the manor. You run over to the window and peer out. You wish you could be surprised by what you see, but honestly, you kind of expected it.

Crawling in from every direction is hundreds upon hundreds of bodies. All in varying levels of decay and most of them human.

THUD

You jerk away from the window as something jumps up and gnashes at you with angry teeth. The only thing stopping you from reaching a bloody end is the quickly cracking glass.

Asmo yelps loudly and grabs your wrist. He pulls you quickly into the closet, door slamming behind you.

“Does this even lock from the inside?” you ask, trying to wrestle your heartbeat down to normal levels.

Asmo tuts. “Of course it does. We made sure, just in case we’re ever interrupt-”

“Please don’t finish that sentence,” you sigh. As much as you love both Asmo and Solomon, if you get the Avatar started, he just won’t stop. “Now that we’re here, what are we going to do? I don’t think those things are particularly friendly, and the necrotic energy from that box felt pretty terrible.”

“Exorcisms aren’t really my area,” replies Asmo and you snort. No shit.

“We could always see what they want,” you offer up sarcastically, “maybe they’re just here to say hi?”

Loud groans and growls pierce the air with almost comedic timing. They don’t sound very happy. The do sound hungry.

“You don’t have any spells do you? Turn undead?” asks Asmo, his chirpy voice only wavering slightly.

“That’s-” you take a breath, willing yourself not to snap at him. “That’s a Dungeons and Dragons thing. And it’s a feature, not a spell, and I’m not even a ‘divine’ class-”

BANG

The sound of something hitting the closet door alerts you to the fact that you’ve been found. The banging continues, like something is hitting it repeatedly, trying to get in. You look around in vain, but for a ‘magic closet’, there’s very little around you that would help in, say escaping. No secret passages or anything.

You’re out of options.

“I could-” Asmo starts, but then cuts himself off. He looks uneasy - something you’ve never really seen before.

“You could what, Asmo?” you prompt, hoping that his reticence is only because the situation itself is off-putting.

His beautiful eyes lock with yours, and though you’ve never been susceptible to his charm you can’t help but think he is the loveliest creature you have ever seen. He seems to be studying you, trying to memorize your face, your hands, the ratty, blood-splattered clothes you’re wearing.

“I could transform. Into my true form,” he admits, and you don’t understand the reluctance.

There’s a growl somewhere nearby, and you hold your breath as it passes. You hope it hasn’t smelled you yet.

“What are you waiting for,” you say through gritted teeth, only after you’re sure as safe as you’re going to get while the rogue denizens of the abyss are circling.

The door rattles against its hinges again, and the thudding picks up in speed. Safe in this case, being relative.

“What if you hate me? I couldn’t bear it if you hated the way I look or feel.”

This is not the time. This is so not the time. There are zombies and monsters and all manner of chattering creatures quickly converging on your closet. Your death is moments away at the claws and teeth and spikes.

But that doesn’t matter. Asmo matters. He always will. He’s everything.

You take his face in your hands. “I trust you to not hurt me. Can you trust that I will not hurt you in return?”

Asmodeus stares at you once more. His glowing eyes are the only thing you can see in this dark, dark closet. They blink closed slowly, and that’s all the warning you get before plush lips graze against your own.

Really not the time. But you lean into the kiss anyway. If these were to be your last moments, at least you’re dying while kissing someone that you love. The lips move against yours, and you feel them brush your hands, your shoulders, your neck, your cheek - all at once.

Soft hands, clawed hands, talons, scales and carapaces brush up and around you and you feel enveloped.

You peek open your eyes, and you see him.

And he sees you, not with eyes in his face but the eyes in his chest, his arms, the ones that smile at you from the edge of your own vision. The lips and mouths continue to taste, to bite, to caress and the feeling is so overwhelming. Your eyes see wings, they see legs, feet, hands, and tails, but your mind is struggling to stitch them all together in one form.

There’s a certain beauty to each part individually, but as a whole - it’s too much. The form shifts and writhes, and as it ‘breathes out’ you see the edges flicker, dissipating in what your mind comprehends but your heart knows is not a pink mist.

Breathing it in feels like suffocating. Like drowning. It’s like that time you went to the dentist and they gave you the gas that makes you feel happy, relaxed, giddy. It’s sweet and it’s your favorite smells and tastes and you take it in like you can’t get enough. You feel so good, and you don’t want to feel anything else.

You reach out to stroke a horn, an ear, a fanged pout, and the sight of your own hand - your chipped nail polish, the tiny scratches and blemishes - brings you back, not to reality, but to him.

A moment of clarity. It’s all you need to recognize the unspoken anxiety.

You’re barely aware of the silence that has now gripped the manor. The thuds are not of flesh forcing entry but rather the collapsing of bodies. The sight of him, slipping through the cracks of the wardrobe, encompassing you, enveloping the entirety of purgatory hall, is enough to stop anyone in their tracks. Its overwhelming and overpowering and the addiction to it is instantaneous.

But all that matters is Asmo. There’s fear in those many, many eyes and no, that’s not right.

“It’s okay, my love,” you croon, and the endearment makes him, it, everything shudder. “Well done. We’re safe.”

Logically, you know this isn’t something you should be able to know, to claim. Not from the blackness of Solomon’s closet. But how could your words not be true? There’s a certainty in you - driven from your own experience, but also your faith, your trust.

Then, a voice from somewhere that’s not between the two of you-

“What did I fucking say about touching the box?”

Beelzebub

Your DDD buzzes in the middle of class. You glance at the screen as a single text notification slides across.

Bring food to study time.

You sigh. Should’ve guessed, really. You made sure that he had some of your leftovers to take with him today, but that would never be enough for Gluttony Itself.

A quick glance at your GrimmAccount reveals an unfortunately scant amount. Oh. That’s right. You loaned your latest pay to Mammon. And of course he hasn’t paid you back yet.

Well. Not in Grimm.

As soon as the class is dismissed, you book it out of RAD. If you have no grimm, then leftovers will have to do. The House isn’t too far away, and if you hurry, you’ll have time to pop in and out before you’re supposed to meet Beel in the library.

The door to the House creaks open easily at your touch, and you’d be a bit disturbed at the way it responds to your mere presence, if you hadn’t already gotten used to the way it welcomed you much earlier in your stay. The House has a heart and a soul, Barbatos explained to you once, and it’s tied to the brothers. It’s fond of you because they’re fond of you.

Your footsteps don’t echo, despite the cavernous emptiness. You think it’s the House’s way of reassuring you you’re not alone.

As you bypass the kitchen briefly on your way to your room, planning on dropping off your Mathematics text books, you notice the door to the kitchen is slightly ajar.

Huh.

Typically the House will close any doors that don’t need to be open - the need for privacy or just empty rooms in general. The fact that the kitchen is slightly open is a bit odd, but you chalk it up to the reason you’re back so early in the first place.

Still, curiosity and the cat.

You reach out, but this time, the door seems to resist your touch. It actually takes throwing your whole body against the solid paneling to get it to budge. You know you should take it for the warning that it is, but…

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An overwhelming cacophony of sound greets you the moment you finally manage to pry open the door. It’s the buzzing of a thousand flies, swirling around the room in no fixed point. Tearing and gnawing and snapping and chewing punctuate the irregular drones. In the midst of it all you can just make out the frantic patter of a quickly beating heart.

The sound is so vast and overwhelming that it takes you more than a minute for your eyes to be of any use - your brain struggling to keep up with the input, trying its best to differentiate your senses. There’s a taste in the back of your mouth that’s a little coppery and reminds you of blood but it’s delicious. Saliva pools in your mouth and you swallow and swallow and swallow. Your skin is crawling like there’s a thousand bugs scattering all over you, their tiny feet digging into your flesh to latch and grasp.

The smell is too much too, clogging up your nose and your stomach and your mind. Rotten meat, fresh flowers, dusty, empty basements, and rich wine. It’s the smell of your favorite home cooked meal but also of your bag from primary school when you left it out in the sun with a tub of yogurt and some fresh fruit for several days.

Even when your eyes do manage to get their message through, you’re not quite sure what you’re looking at.

You can’t tell whether the kitchen is covered in a thousand swarming insects and a herd of grazing deer and a pride of feasting lions, or if it’s just one being, large and interdependent, practically consuming itself like a snake eating its own tail. There are mouths and fangs and teeth everywhere you look, and they’re all eating something.

There’s also an energy to it. A constant moving and thrashing, the deer limbs sprinting away from those of the lions’, while the lions in their emaciated forms catch prime flank between their claws moments before it can slip away. You find yourself ducking out of the way of the creature’s (creatures’(?)) demented chase, stepping closer to the disjointed, sprawling mass.

Mouths that gnaw and chew snap their teeth at you as you get close, and then seem to purse closed, almost remorseful. The grasping arms and hands remind you in a way of Mammon - pulling everything around close reach out for you and you let them.While they hold you the mouths that gnaw at them pause in their meal.

“Hey,” you whisper, heart in your throat, “it’s just me.”

H̵̤̫̱̒͐͝ͅȕ̵͓̯̥̰̟̣́̀̈̿͘͜ͅn̵̝̣̪̼̗̦͕̈́̾ġ̶̹̪͑̍̂͝r̸̡̳̮̻̒͑̕͝y̶̟̫̰̅̔̃̓̃̑̕͝

It screams from all of its mouths, and it adds to the din echoing through the House. Now you know why your footsteps were silent.

The House was protecting you.

Your heart breaks.

The House was wrong.

“You’re not going to eat me,” you say firmly, and it’s not an order. There’s no telltale warmth from the pact marks, or power forcing its way through your throat.

It’s an affirmation. A fact. And the House needs to know it.

Beelzebub needs to know it.

All at once, the Chase stops. Silence greets you as the parts of him that were chewing and eating and consuming swallow each other whole, folding in and feasting on each and every limb and mouth and eye and hand and horn. It’s as sick as it is mesmerizing, and you watch until all that is left in front of you is Beelzebub in his humanoid form.

There are still parts of him not quite right - like the way his irises are not round but honeycombed and many, and the teeth that extend past his lips and jaw and further.

He collapses into your lap, and you see hints of madness in his eyes as he stares up at you.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, biting at his lip. “It’s just… quieter when I let go.”

You think about that constant buzzing and gnashing and chewing that overwhelmed the space.

Instead of commenting on it, you gently put your thumb on his chin and softly pull down, releasing his lip from his sharp, jagged teeth.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him, even as the hunger pangs eat at your own stomach. The need to burn off excess energy also rests in your body - already you’re again craving the rush of adrenaline that’s slowly ebbing away. Gluttony, you realize, is more than just hunger.

It’s survival.

At the cost of everyone, everything else.

You run a gentle hand through Beelzebub’s hair. It’s a reassurance as much as it’s an apology of your own.

Belphegor

It’s a cool, clear evening in the human world.

Feeling quite drained after a long afternoon of training, you’re enjoying the night wrapped up in Belphie - both of you happy to just rest. The others are all still up - pulled into a low-stakes game of not-quite-poker. You can occasionally hear the cheers of Mammon every time he wins a hand, or the groans from Leviathan when he’s forced to give up one of his exclusive prints.

Belphie had fallen asleep roughly an hour ago, but you don’t think it’s a restful slumber. Even now he buries his head into your side like he’s trying to block out the world.

He gets like this sometimes. Nightmares plague even the Avatar of Sloth’s dreams. He hasn’t opened up to you with what he dreams about, but you think maybe it’s Beel and Lilith and the Fall. All you can do is try and be there for him on the nights he can’t pull himself out, running a comforting hand through his hair.

You listen to the game happening outside your doors while you play with Belphie’s dark locks. There’s a moment where you think they might wake the Avatar of Sloth when Satan shouts indecipherably at Mammon, but a quick glance reveals that Belphie appears unaffected by the noise.

Your hand is halted, however, by the cold, sharp feeling of a horn.

You pull your hand away in surprise - not because of the demon form itself, but the transformation. The sudden emergence of the horn had cut your hand slightly, and you hiss as a drop of blood lands on Belphie’s cheek.

The demon snaps up, pushing you down and flipping you on instinct. Your hands come up to protect yourself from the claws and horns, pushing at his chest while his own grasp your shoulders, close to your clavicle, tightly.

“Wait, Belphie-”

Finally the demon’s eyes snap open, and you can tell it takes him a moment to realize where he is and what’s happening. And when he does -

Terror.

Belphegor pulls his hands away from your neck and flees the room before you even have a chance to call out to him.

A few moments later, Beel rushes in, followed by Mammon.

“MC, what-” starts Mammon but Beel cuts him off.

“Why was Belphie scared?” he growls, shedding his own human form. His voice drops into a lower register and you feel like you can hear it rattling in your own chest.

“I- I don’t know,” you answer. Beelzebub is terrifying in his protectiveness, but you know that he would never hurt you. You’re one of his now. “He was having a nightmare, but then he was woken by the game and…”

You trail off. At this point, the others have wandered in, and their glowing eyes stand out in the darkness. Solomon has a witchlight bobbing beside him, and he looks more intrigued than worried.

You think back to that moment, when Belphegor woke. His hands pinning you down, claws digging into your flesh close to your neck. His nightmare and his restlessness during the day. It’s been about a year since -

Oh.

Your head snaps up.

“Where did Belphie go?” you ask, dread filling you.

“He left the house entirely, running as if Cerberus himself was on his heels,” Lucifer explains, but you could hear the worry in his tone.

“We need to find him,” you say, and it’s almost an order. “He shouldn’t be alone.”

Beel is the first to run out, chasing after his twin. He’s realized what anniversary is marked by this day. Mammon chases after him, calling out for an explanation.

You shoo the others out of the room so you can pull on some proper clothes - tugging on the first things you can find. Something in you dimly registers the jacket is one of Belphie’s soft sleeping cardigans.

When you exit the room, only Solomon remains.

“The others are all looking for Belphie, but…” he pauses for a moment, “a demon can go a long way in the human world very quickly. They could be searching for a while.”

You push past him. “I’m going too. He shouldn’t be alone.”

Solomon nods, but doesn’t make any move to follow you. “I’ll monitor the situation from here - see if I can scry for him and let the others know.”

You take maybe three steps outside the house before you realize how freezing it has gotten. The day had been quite pleasant - middle of summer, with the sun shining down all day, nary a cloud in the sky. But now you see your breath fog as you breathe out, and you shove your hands into the pockets of Belphie’s jacket. You entertain the thought of going back inside and pulling on something more appropriate but no, there’s not enough time.

Belphie shouldn’t be alone.

Grass crunches loudly underfoot as the blades have frozen solid. Your runners are only going to last so long out here now. You push on, into the garden and past the wrought-iron gates.

Every step you take, you feel like the world around you is getting darker. A mist has rolled in from over the hills, slowly obscuring the sky and everything around you. You’re shivering uncontrollably, teeth chattering loudly but -

It’s not like anyone is going to hear.

You bring your arms up around you, rubbing furiously to try and get some warmth back. Ice lodges itself in the back of your throat and you feel like you’re swallowing glass. No, this is wrong, it’s too much it’s -

Breathe.

Belphegor. Remember?

You have to find Belphegor.

You swallow again, but this time the ice has cleared. You let yourself relax slightly, heart calming down as you try and make sense of everything.

It’s dark. You can barely see three feet in front of you, and this dark mist has obscured the sky. Everything around you is muffled, like your head is underwater and the world is screaming at you but you focus.

There.

In the distance a single, f̷̟͊l̴̳͊i̶̟͗c̷͚̽k̴̮̽ë̵͓́r̴̫̉i̵͓̾ń̸̠g̸̗̔ ̷̮̌l̴̦̀i̷̘͝g̵̨̅ḩ̶̀ț̴͐ shines like hope.

You take a step forward. And then another, and another. Soon, you’re running in the direction of that light but-

You’re not getting any closer.

You continue pushing yourself until you’re out of breath, sprinting in the direction of that damn light. You don’t know where you are anymore, and you’re not sure if you could find your way back to Solomon’s manor.

Eventually, your own human body forces you to stop, your chest tight from lack of breath and your legs freezing stiff from the cold. You hate the fact that you’re human, that you’re mortal.

The moment you stop, you collapse. It wouldn’t be bad if you took a moment. What if you just rest -

A cow moos loudly somewhere to your right. It sounds sad.

Your eyes snap open. You didn’t even realize they were closed.

Slowly, painfully, you pick yourself up from the frozen ground. It takes some effort to peer through the mist, but the cow continues its mournful groans, and that helps you more than anything else to find your way through the darkness.

Your foot catches on something warm, living, breathing, and you go tumbling. Your hands shoot out to catch yourself before you crush the small calf suddenly in your way. Your head snaps up, and you meet the four eyes of the two-headed creature, your nose inches away from its left snout.

You blink. There’s something wrong here.

Constellations are reflected in the wide black eyes, glittering in the distance despite the impenetrable mist. They’re so beautiful and so far away and you knǒ̴̼ẃ̵͓ ̷̹̅y̴͍̍ŏ̶̰ṵ̷̽’̶͖̿l̶̺͝ĺ̵̯ ̵̦̚n̴͉̚ė̴͓v̴̼̋ȇ̴̬r̵̢͌ ̷͕͠r̴̪̉ḙ̷̾a̵̩̾c̶͚̐h̵̨͗-

Oh.

You take a deep, calming breath.

“Belphegor?” you call. You feel like you haven’t spoken in years.

There’s a freezing breeze pushing through the mist, but now you inexplicably feel warm. The calf has disappeared, and you’re not sure if it was ever real.

“Belphie?” You try again, “It’s ok. I’m here, nothing bad has happened.”

More and more of the world comes back to you. The sounds of crickets. The crunching of grass beneath the hooves of the nearby grazing cows. The distant calls of six demons looking for their brother.

“It was just a dream.”

These are the magic words. The freezing mists around you release their unending hold on the world around you, crawling slowly inward. Your arms feel heavier and heavier, until you realize you’re holding on to a body - its shape flickering and hazy around the edges.

“It’s ok, I’m here, I’m alive, I love you,” you press affirmations into his hair between his horns, and slowly his hands come up to grasp at your own.

Belphegor curls into you, trying to make himself small enough to be protected by your grasp. It’s such a stark difference to the vast, sprawling, helplessness of the Avatar of Sloth’s true form and you can’t help but appreciate how despite everything he’s yours.

A few minutes pass like this, and slowly you become aware of some low murmuring.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

“Shh,” you soothe, “It’s ok. I’m here, I’m alright, I have you, I’m not afraid of you.”

You reach out to wipe under his eyes but Belphie flinches away and your heart breaks when you realize why.

“Oh, Belphegor,” you sigh. “I’m not going to hurt you. Don’t be afraid of little ol’ me.”

He blinks slowly at you, trying to see the lie in your words. When he finds none, he relaxes further into your hold. This time, when you reach out to wipe his eyes, he lets you.

You hug him close, even as his form slips between being there and not, whispering assurances and loving words until the sun comes up.

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#obey me fic #obey me #omswd #obey me x reader #om from afar #'hes a friend from work!!'#obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #so. december huh.#I just had many ideas... so many....#levi's part was my absolute favorite bc it was inspired by that one thor ragnarok scene. you know the one.#is the fucked up sword skull unicorn inspired by DA:I's bog unicorns? Absolutely!!!#the people who read all of my tags heres a treat for you: next fic is about the brothers showing off their warrior instincts #also more 'from afar' style fics with more 'eldritch influence' hcs #also another fun fact the first thin mammon says is actually just a bunch of yellow hearts #and zalgo/demon speech interprets it like that. i thought it was fitting #really testing the limits on tumblrs tags AND text limits

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i’ve just been invited to join a protest in my city to “standforukraine” and then sent this article [https://www.euronews.com/next/2022/02/25/the-disinformation-war-the-falsehoods-about-the-ukraine-invasion-and-how-to-stop-them-spre ] and i honestly idk what to say at this point, if yall wanna believe the west there’s nothing i can do, no matter the many links/sources i share bc the answer i always get is “those look sketchy” “are u a russian apologist” ???

at this point if they wanna be puppets its on them, right? but im always happy to come around here and see you and others share stuff and resources and info. so happy to have found u (all). also one q while we are at it, do uk where i can find a nonsketcky looking source for the maidan coup? the war on donbas would be an eye opener too tbh. i bet if i could make that come across, half of the ppl in this class would shut up and stop crying for nato to act.

anyway sorry very long but thanks for all the analysis u make and share, its always so easy to follow for me as a newbie in the geopolitics scene. Thank u.

Hm. For sources that might seem less sketchy to liberals, there's a Guardian article from 2014 that lays out some good beats:

When the Ukrainian president was replaced by a US-selected administration, in an entirely unconstitutional takeover, politicians such as William Hague brazenly misled parliament about the legality of what had taken place: the imposition of a pro-western government on Russia’s most neuralgic and politically divided neighbour. […]

After Crimeans voted overwhelmingly to join Russia, the bulk of the western media abandoned any hint of even-handed coverage. So Putin is now routinely compared to Hitler, while the role of the fascistic right on the streets and in the new Ukrainian regime has been airbrushed out of most reporting as Putinist propaganda.

Another source, not from a mainstream platform, but still ought to be compelling to liberals, on the far-right in the Ukraine:

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In general, just being able to explain that the separatism is an organic thing, that Maidan was a coup against the elected president supported heavily in the Donbass, and that the coup dissolved the previous special police that remained loyal to the government and replaced them with neonazi militias; these create a good basis for actually leading into a proper analysis of the conflict beyond 'heroic NATO and evil Russia'.

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c+k: tendou

tendou x f!reader

cw: 18+ minors dni, nsfw, smut, fluff, morning sex, orgasm denial, oral (f!receiving), fingering, cumming on the reader, cum play, l-bombs, teasing, exhibition/semi-public (no one sees), car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, degradation

wc: 1.8k

a/n: hi again friends!! pls enjoy another c+k (almost done),, also idk why i forgot to post this when it's been done forever

“Good morning, love!” His excited tone roused you from the last bits of sleep you were clinging to. Tendou was such a morning person. You could wake up in the morning, but he just came alive, always telling you that it was because he got excited to wake up beside you each day.

“Morning, ‘tori.” You mumbled and stretched. The warmth from the sun glistening through the window was deceiving in comparison to the brisk chill outside.

“It’s Valentine’s Day.” He said brightly.

Having had to suffer through the past week or so of him working overtime, testing out new recipes and combinations and this and that, you knew it was Valentine’s Day. His arms, still snaked around you from last night tighten as he shifts to lay on top of you, nuzzling his face into your chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you try to match his energy, but to little avail, “I love you.” You crane your neck down just enough to kiss at the top of his head, his buzzed curls tickling under your nose.

“I love you too, y/n.” His demeanor calmed for a moment before almost immediately revamping. Long fingers snaked up your sides under the sweatshirt you stole from him, brushing and prodding exactly where he knew you were sensitive. Yelping and giggling, you thrashed under him, held down by his strong legs that were wrapped around yours.

“If you…” you gasped, “...if you loved me you wouldn’t torture me!”

He pushed the top up and over your head, leaving you completely bare. His lips quickly pressed one little, messy peck after another against your neck, cheeks, chest, anywhere he could.

“We both-” another kiss “-know that’s-” another “-not true.” He slowed enough to press a deep kiss against your mouth and pressed his hips between your legs. Against the thin fabric of his boxers, you could feel the complete outline of his hard cock. “Plus, you beg for me to torture you all the time, love.”

You pouted but kissed him back just as sweetly. “What do you want to do today?” You asked as he pulled away, pushing back the covers to kiss all the way down your stomach.

“Today? I don’t know. Right now? I want to eat my breakfast.” His muffled voice barely reached your ears while he busied his lips with nipping and kissing your hips and thighs.

The comment sent heat straight to your ears. He never ceased to make you feel giddy, especially when he lifted his deep maroon eyes to meet yours just before teased through your folds with a finger.

When he felt you couldn’t take much more of his gentle strokes he licked a thick stipe up your center. A shudder coarse through your body as the tip of his hot muscle landed squarely on your throbbing clit.

“Satori!” You whined, hips already aching to buck against his face. “Please, ah!”

“So sensitive, baby.” He groaned. “Still worked up from last night?” Your cries were not acknowledged as he looped his arms around your thighs and over the top of your stomach to keep you firmly planted in place. Overcome with sensation, you clawed out to grab anything, landing on one of his hands. He offered two fingers for you to grasp while he continued, unbothered.

“G-gonna… gonna,” you try to sputter out the words, feeling the sparks in your stomach coming to a head.

Tendou pulled away abruptly with a fake, quizzical look on his face. “You’re gonna what?” He settled his chin on his hands against your tummy, kissing lazily just against your skin. The slick from your now-aching cunt glistened on his lip under the hazy, morning sun.

“P-please?” You were nearly in tears, so close to release if he even shifted his abdomen the right way against your mound, you might come undone.

“Please what, baby?” He kept up the silly act well. “What do you need?” You, on the other hand, were heaving and panting under him.

“Such a tease, ‘tori.” You squeeze the words out eventually. “I wanna cum.”

“Hmm, that,” he disentangled one of his hands from under his head and traced it down your dripping core. One of his digits easily slipped past the slick and into your entrance. He curled it against the sweet, spongey spot inside of you, making you clamp around him. “I bet you do.”

“I do, I do!” You whine, not caring if you look desperate now. “Please, Satori, wanna cum so bad, please, I’ll do anything, please!”

Wrong answer.

He sat back on his heels, eyeing you down with a dark smirk that made you feel so small and helpless. “Okay, but remember you said ‘anything’.” The pretty red tip of his long cock peeked out from the band of his underwear, precum leaking wherever it could. He pulled his length out and brushed it up and down your slit. “I’m going to cum all over this pretty little cunt, then we’re going to go on a little trip, and if you can stop yourself from making a mess like a little slut, then you can cum all you want.”

It felt like a trap, but you knew he would stick to his word. Your head was nodding before he even finished speaking. As soon as he got your quick verbal confirmation, he lined himself up and slipped into your eager opening. The burn made you clench and quake under him, but he kept a steady, albeit slow, pace of entering you.

“You feel so good, baby.” He pulled your thighs off the bed so he could stay kneeling, and the new angle pushed him even deeper into you. On instinct, your legs wrapped around his hips as best they could. “If you keep squeezing me like that I won’t last very long.”

You wanted to tell him it wasn’t on purpose. Your cunt clamped around him on its own accord, sensitive from being stuffed so full. The words came out instead as just a garbled mess of moans. He smiled down at your form, already so ruined, before he started pistoning into you. His hold on your hips never waivered and he kept you exactly where he needed to.

The lewd sounds coming from between your legs bounced around in your head, making you slump back to let him take you. His eyes left yours when you relaxed into the bed. He was too focused on watching exactly how your cunt swallowed him whole, dragging him in and gushing around him. In no time, a creamy ring landed around the base of his cock, driving a blush into his cheeks. You even, wanton moans were beautiful music to his ears.

Unsure of how much time had passed, you only tensed when his thrusts became sloppier and his tip twitched against your walls. He shuddered out a sigh and let himself slip out of your dripping center, setting you back on the bed.

“Keep those legs open, baby.” He whined, pumping himself quickly before his hot cum shot in ropes against your open cunt. Without missing a beat, he pressed his cock against your cunt, rutting against you, his tip slipping just past your entrance until he was pumped dry. “Good girl...good girl.” He moaned.

...

Four hours later you had some regrets. Maybe more than some. Now you were standing at the top of the hill in Montmartre wishing you could take bake your words. You wore a skirt that was just a little too short for the weather and tight panties Tendou had picked out for you. When a cool wind bruised against the front of your thighs.

You tugged on his sleeve, “Satori.” You whispered.

“What is it, love?”

“Can’t take it anymore, please can we just… I don’t know, can we go home? Please?” Your lips brush against the shell of his ear.

“I can’t say no when you ask so nicely.” He grabbed your hand and rushed you away to the corner you had parked on. Your feet stumbled over the cobble as you tried to keep up with his long strides.

Before you realized you had even arrived at the corner, the back door of the car swung open and you were thrown in. Just as you sat up he was pushing you down again and flipping up your skirt.

"Soaked," he grinned. His fingers slid up the fabric, teasing the mess beneath. You could feel the mix of cum squishing between your legs, threatening to leak out the sides of the too-tight underwear as he pressed against it.

"Di-didn't make a mess." You sighed when he finally pulled them down your legs and tossed them into the front seat.

"I see, love." He traced up your cunt, collecting cum on his fingertips and bringing it to your lips. You took them into your mouth with a second thought. Your tongue swirled around his fingers, sucking tightly. "Good girl."

With his other hand, he reached down and hurriedly unzipped his pants. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in just as he took his fingers from your mouth. A trail of saliva connected your tongue to his fingertip that made his own mouth run dry.

"All clean." He complimented and untucked himself.

"Want you, please, wanna cum, 'tori, please." You gasped as his cock slapped against your slit, teasing your entrance.

"Mhmm, course… you deserve it."

Tendou groaned as he slipped right into you. With the amount of cum splashing between your legs and the dull ache of want, he easily molded himself to you. Not waiting more than a second, he started pumping into you fast and reached his thumb down to tweak your throbbing clit.

"Been hard since we left the apartment. Thinking about your fucking cries and moans, whining for my cock. So cute, baby." He shuddered when he hit a particularly deep spot within you and you clamped down around him.

Your head was empty, too focused on how his thumb was kneading just right against your clit. His hips started stuttering with your own and you hit the edge within moments of one another. It came over you in a rushing wave, one jolt after another.

More of his cum spattered inside of you, filling you to the brim. Your damp thighs shook around him in the cold car as they searched for any warmth now that both your bodies had stilled.

He slumped over you and sighed heavily into your ear. "Good girl, felt so good. You okay, baby?"

"Y-yeah, I'm good, just cold. Kinda thirsty." You sputter out. He reached for the discarded underwear and cleaned you up as best he could before he cleaned himself and tucked his softening cock back into his pants.

"We'll get some drinks on the way home," he kissed you sweetly on the tip of your nose. "Happy Valentine's Day."

#tendou x reader #satori tendou x reader #tendou smut #tendo x reader #satori tendo x reader #tendo smut #satori tendou smut #tendou x you #tendou x y/n #hq imagine #s.valentines

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bakusdumptruck · 3 years

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Bakusquad Crack Post

Sup bitches 🤩how’s your day been? hope its been good! Anywayyy i was listening to a “Rolling joints with Sero Hanta” playlist and this popped up in my mind sooo here’s a little Bakusquad scenario 😏

Pairing: aged up Bakusquad x GN Y/n

Warnings: Use of marijuana, swearing, injuries

Summary: A smoke session with the babes turned into a chaotic mess

Ights sluts lets get into it 😈

Sero Hanta is the stoner of the group. Period.

He taught everyone how to roll up just incase he was too high to function and wanted to smoke more

One night he texted the gc asking if everyone wanted to have a smoke sesh before they had to study for exams

You all agreed and went over to his dorm together

All except Bakugou.

He called all of you “idiots” and “dumbasses” for getting faded before studying, but all Sero had to say for him to come was

“Ight bakubro, if you can’t handle it you could’ve said that instead of making excuses 🤷🏻‍♂️”

Bakugou showed up within 5 minutes.

Once everyone was together, tape boy had everything set up

There were 4 joints lined up, hella snacks, drinks, video games, and movies

He even had the LED a n d Galaxy lights on

Lordy it was gonna be a long ass night

NOW ON TO THE FIRST ROTATION 🤩

You know how I said Sero is the stoner? yup uhuh he got the MF GAS.

The rotation was Bakugou, Kiri, You, Mina, Denki, then Sero

You all have a high tolerance so after you saw Bakugou coughing up a fucking lung, yall knew you were in trouble

Everyone coughed... except Sero. He just busted a lung laughing💀

So the joint is finished and you’re all feeling fuzzy

yes you’re high, BUT its not enough to get you guys staring at the wall thinking about space and aliens

Just high enough where time is slowed down and your body feels light

Denki randomly shouted to play video games and everyone agreed

Guess what you’re playing 👀

Ju-on. The fucking grudge game.

Why did Denki choose this game? oh he just wanted to see if it’d be a scarier experience if you’re all faded

It was 😃

Kiri volunteered to play the first stage to show off his Manliness 😤

So there he goes walking into the abandoned building

yall know how you can use another wii remote to trigger jumpscares?

yeahhhh Kiri didn’t know about it... and Bakugou was in charge of that

Everyone was chillin, lowkey feeling at edge to prepare themselves for anything about to pop up

Here comes the scene where he opens the door and scary bitch is on the other side waiting to grab him

K: “Uhhhh this doesn’t feel right... am I supposed to go this way?

B: “No shit dumbass, its telling you go that way isn’t it? What are you scared or something 😏 I thought you were too manly for this game”

K: “I-I’m not scared... just making s-sure.”

M: “Hehe you’re stuttering kiri”

K: “...I’m just cold”

Right before he grabbed the door handle (I kinda forgot how the game went oops 😅) bakubitch tiggered a jumpscare

K: “Okay here I g- what the fuck 😃”

It didn’t work.

K: “Oh that wasn’t too bad! The games gonna have to try harder if it wants to scare m- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT THE HELL IS THAT”

Scary bitch popped up outta no where and grabbed him

S: “DUDE FUCKING RUN AWAY”

Y/N: “KIRI THE BITCH IS RIGHT THERE WHY AREN’T YOU DOING ANYTHING”

K: “FUCK- CAN’T YOU SEE IM TRYING”

B: “BITCH SHAKE THE CONTROLLER. YOU HAVE TO SHAKE THE CONTROLLER”

K: “AHSJHS WHY ISN’T SHE LETTING GO”

D: “I-IT”S TELLING YOU HOW TO SHAKE IT. GO LEFT, NO NOW RI-”

Kiri accidentally punched Denki in the face 🙃

All: “...whAT THE FUCK AHAHAHSHAH”

yeahhh so thats how the game ended 😭

Denki was laying on the floor staring at the ceiling wondering what the hell just happened and why everyone was laughing at him

D: *in his head* “I just got punched square in the face 😃 and they’re laughing at me 😃 This is fine. 😃”

K: “B-bro are you okay 😭 iM sorry AHAsh its- its just everyone was screaming and AhahhAHAHA IM SORRY 😭”

Sero let him start the second rotation as an apology for laughing instead of checking up on him

Honestly yall don’t know if you can go on to the third

Everyone was hella faded at this point

Eyes red, dry mouths, and hungry stomachs

Mina ordered TacoBell knowing everyone was gonna want to eat more than the snacks and you all sat on the floor munching away

You all started talking about stupid stuff:

S: “So like... what happens when we get scared half to death twice”

M: “👁👄👁”

B: “👁👄👁”

D: “👁👄👁”

Y: “👁👄👁”

K: “👁👄👁”

D: “I’ve been scared half to death multiple times... im fucking immortal.”

After a few more high conversations Mina suggests to make tiktoks

Have yall seen the tiktok where Mina and Y/n do the trend where they wink at the camera and all the boys are watching and Baku comes up to kiss Y/n?

yup you do that BUT

When Bakugou grabbed your cheeks and went in for the kiss he missed and fell flat on his face 💀

*Cue everyone falling on their asses crying*

Best believe the tiktok went viral 🤩

After the third joint yall decided that the room was too suffocating and went out for a walk

It didn’t seem like a bad idea... until you all got outside

Denki and Sero were singing “Milkshake” at the top of their lungs while wall twerking on the trees

Kiri and Bakugo were racing to see who’s the fastest but kept tripping over their own feet

You and Mina were recording everything those dumbasses were doing.

All of a sudden yall found yourselves in a clear area a bit far from the dorms

Bakugou laid in the grass staring up at the stars and you all joined getting into a little cuddle pile

At this point the effects of the joints hit at once and everyone was out of their heads

They felt like their spirits were floating out of their bodies

*BOOM*

M: “...did you guys hear that”

All: “yes”

M: “should we go check it out?”

B: “Hell yeah. What if it’s a villain? I bet I can beat their ass in less than a second”

Y: “First, thats literally impossible. Second, We can barely fucking move. How do you expect us to fight a villain 🙂”

A Nomu popped up in front of you

D: “Uhhh aye Bakubro... you think you can beat his ass in less than a second?”

B: “FUCK YEAH WATCH THIS YOU FUCKING EXTRAS.”

...

HE FUCKING MISSED Nomu: “ERRHSJAKFjhuSGHD”

Y/n: *shoots up on their feet then falls over immediately* “DAMNIT I CAN’T STAND UP STRAIGHT WHAT DO WE DO”

Everyone started to use their quirks

Sero shot tape to the nomu

Denki sent 1 millions volts

Mina just kept shooting acid out

Kiri hardened up and threw punches like his life depend on it

Bakugou was screaming “die” and kept exploding shit

and You were also using your quirk to the best of your ability

K: *heavy breathing* “guys... i think we got it”

B: “Ofc we did... we literally went bat shit crazy on it”

When the smoke cleared it was still standing in front of you guys... unharmed...

AND IT MULTIPLIED

K: “😶RUN AWAY”

you all started running back to the dorms

well, tried running back to the dorms

Everyone was bumping into each other and tripping

S: “WE’RE GONNA DIE”

Y/n: “WE’RE NOT GONNA DIE JUST KEEP RUNNING... FUCK THEY’RE GETTING CLOSER

Denki ended up facetiming Aizawa in hopes that he would help

A: “Denki, its 4am what do you w-”

D: “SENSEIIII NOMUS ARE CHASING US. SEND HELP.

A: “Why are you guys out of the dorms? aND WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME USE YOUR QUIRKS. YOU HAVE YOUR HEROS LICENSE FOR A REASoN”

D: “WE TRIED. WE MISSED AND IT MULTIPLIED. WE’RE ALSO HIGH AS FUCK BUT WE’RE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT THAT”

A: “... did you say you were high?”

D: “IRRELEVANT. SENSEI WE’RE GONNA DI-”

The nomu caught him.

A: “Denki... Kaminari... hello?... *sigh* you guys are gonna be the death of me.”

You all ended up getting knocked out by the nomus and taken to the League of Villains hideout

B: “...Never thought i’d be here again”

S: “ I still have the last joint in my pocket... ya’ll wanna smoke?”

Dabi and Shiggy stared at him like he was crazy but agreed anyway 🤪who’s gonna pass up a free joint? not them.

So everyone got high again and chilled until the Pro Hero’s saved your asses :)

Oh and also don’t think Aizawa let you guys off the hook.

You all got house arrest and extra BRUTAL lessons for the next 2 months

The End :)

Yeahhh idk what this was but I hope you all enjoyed it!! I really wanted to write something angsty but as I was writing I couldn’t take myself seriously and ended up making jokes 😭

#BNHA Headcanons #bnha x y/n #bhna x reader #mha headcanons #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #denki x reader #sero x reader #mina x reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha #bakusqaud #bakusquad x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines

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insufferablelust · 4 years

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I ummm woupd it be okay to ask you to do a mgg x reader smut. Like he ties reader up and fucks her but like sticks his fingers in her mouth to suck on but she is also really bratty and likes to make things hard for him (like at work) and just super dom mgg and really bratty reader. Idk I'm awkward sorry you dont have to write it I just thought maybe a suggestion I mean I really like your working and all

Finally new smut! yay! anyways i combined these two amazing mgg concepts from my queens and then turn them into this, adding my spice into it as well so i hope y’all love this! thank you for the reqs queens!! MASTERLIST OF ALL MY WORKS.

WARNINGS : Dom!Mgg x Sub!Reader, Degradation by name calling, Rough sex, Oral fixation, back seat abandoned building car sex, exhibitionism, overstimulation, lots of teasing, and all the good stuff. Plus fluffs!!! Read at your own risk❤️ leave a like and reblog, thanks!

———————

Having an actor as a boyfriend surely has its perks, one being the fact that i always gets to see how Matthew make his own version of art, his visions, as well as his god gifted talent, i must say that it warms my heart to no end, seeing him so passionate about something that he can even do in his sleep.

With perks, comes the not so pleasant ones, one of them is not seeing him for weeks sometimes. His busy schedule has put my relationship through some rocky beginnings, thankfully we made agreements and that’s settled. Of course, i could visit him whenever i want, even if it requires a plane ticket— he’ll provide it (not that you’ll take it.) but today is one of those days when the amount of missing him became greater than to actually wait patiently.

The location where Matthew currently filming, wasn’t that far from our shared house so it shouldn’t be that bad right?.... Wrong. A month into the filming process i felt the neediness present, he comes home every night yet you still miss him. He filmed during the day mostly, coming home late already tired, and then when his director gave him a time off or day or two break, he spent it by rereading scripts or working on directing his small projects.

It’s not that i didn’t understand his schedule, but something about having him so close yet so far away just chipped away any patience i have left in me. Frustrated, i grabbed the car keys and decided to go to where he was filming. I knew that he wouldn’t have a problem with you coming in, but I knew that would definitely have a problem or two about what i’ve been planning.

So you drove for an hour, until you reached the filming set, finding yourself growing expectedly needy and nervous. You texted him saying that you were on your way, the way he answered left you giggling and smiling like a schoolgirl.

“Sure sweetheart, come on over, my lunch break is at 12.15, we can have lunch together. When you got here just knock on trailer 4. Love you.”

Your knocked on his trailer door, anxiously biting your lips at the anticipation, it shouldn’t be such a big deal, you’ve visited his set couple of times before— it’s just.. what you wear and what you have in mind is making you jumpy with adrenaline coursing through your bloodstream. Only wearing one of his button ups, tucked inside the plated skirt that stop around mid-thigh. It’s one of his... kink really to see you in such a mundane outfit yet something about seeing you in his clothing on public nonetheless flick the switch inside Matthew, makes him go feral.

So as soon as he opened the trailer door, and see the sinful cladded clothing, he yanked you inside and furiously carry you to his lap as he sit down on one of the chairs. “Are you fucking crazy?” His tone sent chills down your spine, you know better than this, than to show up while he’s working, in such clothing that drove him mad. The tone in his voice plus the way he gripped your hips should’ve warned you just how mad he is. But you just innocently shrugged, and rolled you eyes, licking your lips before muttering a soft, “last time i check, i’m doing just—“

You were cut off instantly by the grip that’s now strongly held against the skin of your jawline, and the fingers that was penetrating your very lips. The act, sent your blissful sear to your core.

“Shut up, and listen here you insatiable bunny. I have to finish few more scenes, and it shouldn’t take long. I want you to be a good bunny, and behave. I’m giving you a chance to be good here, if you obey what i said, i’ll give you rewards but if i catch you disobeying me whilst i’m gone, believe me you won’t walk let alone sit for a week, pet.”

Matthew’s eyes burned holes through your skull, his fingers shoved deeper making you gag slightly, cheeks running with tears. “Do you understand, or do i have to write it down for needy whores like you hm?” His words are downright cruel yet your panties got more damper and damper. The only thing you can let out is soft whimpers and nods at him, your fingers scratching his arms to let you breathe.

“If you lie, i’ll know. Now be good, i’ll see you in a bit.” He pushed his lips against yours, kissing the tender lips softly before pulling away and then out the door.

Your heart was beating so fast, and your core ached, truly ached and sopping wet. You almost cried out at the frustration, but decided that you can take it, you’ll take it. So you decided to just lay there and tried to get some sleep. You thought the desire should’ve burned down for a bit after you wake up, but if anything it grows stronger and made you needier.

You were so desperate that you half expectedly slip your fingertips past through the waistband of your panties, sighing as you dream about the sensation of being touched by him, his fingers, his lips, his tongue, his damn cock. “Please..” You whimpered out to no one in particular, just the surrounding space on his trailer. “Matthew..” You moaned again, this time louder— loud enough that you don’t ever hear him opening the door, your eyes only opened when he slammed it, now standing in front of you, his hands tucked away inside his pants pocket.

“Matthew i—“

“Lay over my lap.” He commanded, the way he said it surely alerted all the nerves inside of you. You drew in a sharp breath, before crawling to where was sat at the edge of the chair, and lay tummy down across his lap, the skirt you wore made it easy for him to slide your panties down and shove them inside your mouth as he palmed your ass, gripping it hard, then before you could even breathe, his palm crashed against your ass cheeks.

“Count, and thank me.”

“One! Thank you Matthew!”

There’s something about her calling his name, begging him to do anything that gets him going every-time. He loves it especially when she’s basked with his scent, his clothes, him just him. Call him simply in love or obsessed, he doesn’t care as long as he’s with her. Being in control helps him relinquish all his stress, but really— it’s her who’s in control, if you want to stop he’ll stop. But he knows, both of them pleased each other and willing to go for miles just to be close and intimate.

“Five! oh! t-thank you.” Her breathing was shallow, her ass was on fire, and her core was dripping wet. This is what he loves about their relationship, the dynamics, and the amount of trusts they have with one another always sparked something inside him and her. God he would die for Y/N.

“Ten! please please!” He smiled, before yanking her hair upwards, bending down— his lips trail kisses from her neck up to her ear as he whispered, “What are you begging for, doll?”

“Touch me! please Matthew!” The way she begged turns him on like no other, yet he knows what she wants, and he’s going to give it to her. Making sure she will learn not to tease him this time.

“You’re so cute, and a mess too. I bet you love it don’t you? being a greedy mess for me?” The condescending tone of his should make her angry, but instead she moaned- she bloody moaned. “uh huh! i’m yours right?”

At that she turns to look at him in the eye, knowing just how frustrated if he sees her eyes, her damn puppy eyes. He knows her trick well enough to give her one more slap before tugging her to stand up shakily, whilst still holding onto her waist so that she won’t fall.

“Here’s what we’re going to do pet, we’re going to your car, and then we’ll wait until we get home. Okay baby?”

“No! no! no please!” Y/N whined as she stomped her foot like a child, the stern line of his jaw clenched as his palm burned and twitch with the need to reminds her to not talk like that to him. Yet he held back, decided to wait until a bit later.

“C’mon brat, fix yourself and let’s go.” And just like that, he walked away packing his things, leaving her wet and ready as tears streamed down her eyes, She’s so damn needy.

Pulling herself up, she fixed her make up as best as she can before gathering her things and catching up to him who’s already situated himself on the driver seat of her car.

If this is the game he wanted to play, then game on, Gubler.

—————

It started when they were about halfway to their house, long enough to make him believe that she’s well behaved. Uh oh, not when your girl is Y/N, she thinks. She parted her legs wide, pulling the palm that has been resting on her thigh for a while now deeper into where he could feel the heat through her panties.

“Y/N.” Matthew warned, his eyes flicking towards her, but instead of pulling back his hands— he gripped her inner thigh tightly instead causing her to whimper in delight from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Yes, M- Oh...” She fluttered her eyes shut as she make a dramatic arch of her back, as she felt his knuckles grazed against her puffy clit. Her free palm reached out to palm his cock through the pants he was wearing, earning strings of ‘fucking brat.’ from him which made her giggle.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this hm? Enjoy testing me like this?” Y/N innocently tilted her head, and shrug as if she’s not giving him a hand job right now. “Ah look at you, so cute. Just remember the consequences, petal.”

She giggled like an angel that she is before leaning to his side as her hand unbutton his pants, earning a loud “Don’t you dare.” From him, which she only replied with a lip bite and then took his hard cock out, gently running her fingertips against the veins.

“Oh but look baby! you’re clearly loving it right now.” She bat her eyelashes up at him before leaning down and place her warm mouth around the head of his cock, causing him to press the gas pedal a bit too hard. “You insatiable fucking minx.” He groaned, one hand on the steering wheel and the other one tangled in her hair pushing her down his cock.

Matthew was trying so hard to focus yet he just couldn’t, who’s to blame him? his girl’s warm mouth is around his cock, and the sight of her bending across the damn center console with her ruined panties on his peripheral vision doesn’t sit well with safety. Finding the nearest abandoned property and pulled over, before pulling her head up.

“Dirty whore, get in the back and get on your hands and knees.” He hissed, as he released the grip on her hair, which she obeyed immediately, crawling to the back seat on hands and knees as he waited for him. They’ve done this enough times to know which position allows them to have the best sensation.

The moment he crawled his lanky self to the backseat, her grip on the leather seat tighten— preparing herself for whats to come. She felt the grip on her waist as Matthew yanked up her skirt and then push her panties to the side before pushing his cock right into her dripping wet cunt, both of them moaning loudly, finally feeling the pleasure they’ve been teased out of each other.

Matthew didn’t spare her anytime to adjust to his impressive length as he immediately begins thrusting with a brutal pace, making sure to dug his nails onto her skin— leaving marks and indents.

“You love this don’t you? fucked in the backseat of your own car like a damn cheap whore.” He whispered harshly, causing her to buck against him— which resulted in quick violent slaps against her ass as he pound his cock into her like a maniac.

“Yours— yours Matthew, fuck.” She cried out, feeling the way his cock nudge her spot every time he thrusted inside making her mewls. Matthew yanked her hair back so Y/N’s back flushed against his front, slowing down his pace.

“You wanna cum baby? yeah?” He muttered darkly, his thrusts slowing down but pressing deeper that she could even feel it inside her tummy. Y/N tried to find the words but she just couldn’t, not when his cock is perfectly nudged against her spot so she cried out a loud yes instead and hoped that her boyfriend would give her mercy.

“Cum, go on..” She let out a confused moan, knowing that he usually don’t let her cum this easy, but paying no mind as she came around his cock, and screamed into the leather seat as Matthew released the grip on her hair.

He let her ride out her orgasm, and she was about to thank him and offered him a blowjob because she think she can’t take anymore pounding feeling overly overstimulated— yet that thought drowned as soon as his hips bucks up and continue to thrust her in a much faster and hard pace causing her to let out screams.

“No! n-no ah! Matthew! too much oh too much!”

“Shh, take it. You want to cum right? so you’ll keep on coming, baby go on.” He laughed against her ear as he keeps on thrusting, feeling himself got close. “N-please..”

“Cum again come on.” He hissed as he could feel the way her walls tightened so deliciously, encasing her velvet around his cock. The minute her screams went high pitched and her body violently shake, he knew she just came and that sent him to shoot heavy spurts inside of her, with heavy breathing and whispers, “Shit. You did so good baby, so so good, Y/N..”

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They both come down from their high slowly as Matthew pulled out of her, immediately pulling some tissues from her bag and wipe them both gently— trying not to cause any pain. “Shh it’s okay.. come here baby.” He said as he placed her on top of his lap after he cleaned them both.

“Hey.. I love you so much Y/N.” He whispered, fingers playing with her hair as she smiled against his sweaty neck and whisper a soft “I love you, Matthew. sorry for being a brat.” Which earned her a laugh from him,

“I still love you even if you’re being bratty. Just give me more reason to put you back in your place right princess?” He then move his fingertips to stroke her cheeks, feeling the flesh warmed up to his touch, as his thumb pressed against her lips.

She then opened her lips slowly, letting him push his thumb inside to let her suckle on it. Sometimes after a particularly rough sex like this or just generally when she’s trying to calm herself down, he would let her suck on his fingers. His girl surely has an oral fixation, but its also coping mechanism.

As he heard her breathing slow and even, he smiled— knowing she’s asleep. He waited for few more minutes before laying her on the back seat with a blanket covering her that he pulled out from the trunk, pressing one last kiss on her forehead before going back to the driver seat and then drive back home.

The day was perfect, and Matthew wouldn’t trade it with anything else.

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meltwonu · 4 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 5]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, use of toys(sybian), squirting, the long awaited chapter 5 😳💕 do they finally meet?!?!?!?! hehehehehehe also sorry for not being able to post this yesterday, had a busy week and when I tell ya I woke up at 3pm today 😗 💕💕💕💕 as always, thank you so much for your continued interest!! I'm already writing ch 6 and im SOOOO EXCITEDDDD hHEHEHEHEEHEH 💕💕💕💕💕 HAVE A GREAT REST OF YOUR WEEKENDS! 🍒

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - ?

“You guys! I--you have to see this!”

You can’t wipe the smile off of your face when you shimmy to the side, excitedly showing off the new gift that Seungcheol had sent in the mail.

sleepy_wonu: holy hell

universe_WZ: that mustve costed hella

alphagyu97: nothin like feelin extra poor amirite lads

angelhan: it was only a matter of time before dom.cheol was untouchable lol

You giggle slightly as you adjust the camera so that you and your new sybian are in frame. “Hey~ Don’t say that!! Y’know it’s not the amount of money you spend on me… I’m glad you guys are always here with me~” The sound of coins clinking goes off in the back as you read a few more comments.

dom.cheol: well princess, don’t u wanna show them how you use your new toy? ;)

tangerine_kwan: fuck i bet it can get u to cum so fuckin fast

hoshi_tiger_xx: yessss

dom.cheol has donated $100

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

“Hmm~ How many times do you think I can cum with this? Oh! Why don’t we do this~” You pause, sliding your wet panties down your legs before tossing the material to the side. You grin, swinging a leg over the toy until you’re straddling it. “Rapid fire question! Whoever guesses the right amount of orgasms I can take before I call quits… Wins a special unreleased photoset of me! Go!”

dom.cheol: 5

universe_WZ: 4

sleepy_wonu: 6

angelhan: 3 artist8hao: 5

alphagyu97: everyone took all the good numbers already!!! 7!!!!!

gentleman_josh95: DMAN IT 3

tangerine_kwan: 8, fuck

kitty_junjun: ugh i was gonna say 4!!!!

xcaliburDK: i was gonna say 5!!!!

therealchan99: 2? thats so low tho….

chwenon: as if anyone is gonna say 1, lmao. Uh 6…. If sleepy_wonu happens to disappear

hoshi_tiger_xx: im gonna say 10, but… seems… risky

Reaching for the remote, you situate yourself until the raised part of the toy sits directly on your clit. A shiver runs up your spine at the feeling; already excited for what’s in store. “Um, to be fair I haven’t tried it myself yet so I’m not sure either... Hehe, but I guess we’ll find out together, huh?”

Gulping, you set the sybian to its lowest setting, the air getting knocked out of your lungs immediately as your body lurches forward. “H--holy shit!” The vibrations are already harsh on the lowest setting; your fingers gripping the remote tightly as you try to adjust to the feeling. “O--oh my g-god, I--”

dom.cheol: aww can ur cute lil clit take it?

xcaliburDK: maybe one of the lower numbers was right lol…

The moans spill freely from your lips, garbled noises getting lost in the mix when you start to grind against the vibration. “Fuck, it--it feels suh--so good, hah, already feel like ‘m gonna cum…” You whine, already getting lost in the pleasure. For a second, you’re tempted to raise the vibration intensity but you hold back, letting your wetness coat the toy as you continue to grind down onto it. The sound of donations and comments sound fuzzy to your ears; only the sound of the sybian buzzing reminding you that the camera was still even on.

“Ngh, g-god, I’m--I’m gonna cum!”

tangerine_kwan has donated $75

xcaliburDK has donated $50

dom.cheol has donated $200

dom.cheol: cmon, lets see that pretty pussy cum

Your legs shake as you cum, only a squeak coming out of your mouth as you lurch forward atop the toy. The grip you have on the remote loosens while simultaneously trying to turn it off in the midst of your orgasm.

dom.cheol: awww cumming so hard on the first setting? Cute

therealchan99: lol baby is in trouble now

angelhan: maybe 3 was right lmao

“I--a-ah, fu--fuck!” You cry, shaky fingers finally managing to shut the toy off. Your body immediately untenses; chest heaving with how sensitive you already were and it had only been your first orgasm and the lowest setting of the toy. “O-oh my g-god, I--I didn’t know i-it was that s-strong…” You mumble, body buzzing with the remnants of your orgasm.

sleepy_wonu: well mr dom.cheol did pay top dollar

gentleman_josh95: imagine if u had this for yesterdays show lol

“Oh god, if--if I had this for yesterday’s show, I would’ve been too boneless to do today’s show!” You laugh airily, slowly grinding against the toy already. “It feels really nice though… I’m already super curious about how strong the other settings are…” Trailing off, you reach for the remote again, throat dry as you fiddle with the knob.

kitty_junjun: what if u set it to the max setting

chwenon: idk if her cute lil body could take it

dom.cheol: its okay baby, take ur time. I wanna see how sensitive that pussy of yours can get

“But ‘m already so sensitive~ I dunno how much more I can take~” You tease, biting your lip when all the comments flooding the chat are words of encouragement.

You knew when you started camming that it’d be no easy job. Building up your fanbase and subscriber count had taken you months upon months to even get within the thousands and camming was physically exhausting. Some days your viewer counts were low and some days they were above average and sometimes you didn’t make as much in one show than another.

tangerine_kwan: was therealchan99 right with 2 then? Heh

therealchan99: finally FINALLY ITS MY TIME TO SHINE

Giggling, you slowly start turning the knob; body twitching when the vibrations kick in at full force.

Seungcheol watches in amazement at the way your body jerks atop the machine.

He can see the way your legs twitch unbearably when you cum for the third time; your brows furrowed at the intensity of the vibrations and your taut body when you can barely manage to turn the machine off.

Licking his lips, he slowly thrusts up into his closed palm, spreading the precum down his shaft as he watches you catch your breath.

“I--ngh, fuh--fuck, I---I don’t--don’t know if I--I can cum a-again…”

Seungcheol moans at your breathy whimpers; the arousal in his body pooling up quickly when he sees the fucked out expression in your eyes. His eyes flit to the wetness that coats the silicone portion of the toy, smirking when he realizes how much you really seemed to enjoy the gift he’d gotten you.

Mentally patting himself on the back, he praises himself for making the right decision.

angelhan: please tlel me im the winner im begging

universe_WZ: NO

dom.cheol: is the princess tired already? ;)

You catch your breath, not wanting to give up despite how fuzzy your head was getting and how much your body was buzzing. “I dunno… We still haven’t tried the last setting, you guys… And I’m just so curious...” You whisper, hazy eyes staring into the camera.

hoshi_tiger_xx: god u look so pretty like this, all fucked out

artis8hao: right? fuck, id kill to be that guy who can get u off like this

xcaliburDK: goddamn same

The sound of coins clinking mixes with the ringing in your ears; fingertips already on the knob of the remote.

You take a deep breath, letting the adrenaline kick in as you quickly set the knob to the highest setting, a high pitched cry spilling from your lips when you let go of the remote in favor of holding onto the machine instead. Grinding down onto it, you meet the toy's harsh vibrations as it quickly forces another orgasm out of you in the matter of seconds.

Choked cries spill from your lips as your entire body tenses up; body twitching uncontrollably as you cum for the fourth time. You lean back with whatever energy you have left, bracing yourself on the back of the toy as you relieve your swollen clit of the buzzing machine. Your orgasm refuses to stop and you can already tell how obscenely wet everything’s gotten when your head starts to clear.

alphagyu97: fuck you squirted all over the toy baby

universe_WZ: fuck fucki fuck

universe_WZ: wait did i winf kjfhdsjk

You shakily slide off of the machine, resting on your side as the machine still buzzes with life next to you. Your entire body won’t stop shaking, head muddled as you fight the urge to shut your eyes and sleep for the next 5 days. “I’m--I--” You whimper, still feeling the phantom vibrations between your legs.

“I--ho--holy fuck, I, w-wow, I--I don’t--that--I’m, I’m just… wow.”

dom.cheol has donated $400

dom.cheol: knew you’d like it ;)

universe_WZ: THAT MEANS I WON

universe_WZ has donated $150

angelhan has donated $150

therealchan99: well, at least some of us got close

hoshi_tiger_xx: fuckin speak for urself man i said /10/

You end the show after letting ‘universe_WZ’ know you’ll contact him soon, shutting your eyes as you lay on your soiled sheets.

You can still feel your fingertips twitching when your eyes slide shut, chest heaving in deep breaths as you try to relax yourself, momentarily cursing yourself for pushing your body too far for tonight’s show.

Groaning, you reach for your phone, the screen lighting up with a text from Seungcheol, a simple ‘don’t forget to drink water ;)’ in your notifications and you can’t help but pout.

Seungcheol was nice, almost too nice. Definitely not in a murderer kinda way though, you think.

He bought you expensive gifts and never asked for anything in return which made you feel bad sometimes. And while the donations and tips you’d made through your camshows was enough to get by with, Seungcheol’s generous donations helped you always make your rent and bills on time without worrying if you’d have enough or not.

You quickly text him back with a smile on your face; hoping that he’ll like what you had to offer.

Seungcheol feels the exact same way he did when you first contacted him offering him a free show, except maybe ten times worse. At first, he’d been a little sad that he hadn’t won your quick little game but this made up for it 20-fold.

The six simple words read ‘want to meet up next friday?’, a small heart emoji next to the question and he’d almost thrown his phone when he read it, hands shakily responding with a simple ‘I’d love to.’ to make it seem like he was calm when he was most definitely not.

His immediate next order of business after replying was to text Namjoon despite how late into the night it already was, begging for the day off and offering to take any shifts or pay cuts in exchange for it.

All he needed was one day and he swore he’d never miss a day of work ever again.

Namjoon responds with a quick ‘sure, why not’, momentarily confusing him as to why his boss was awake while simultaneously sending Seungcheol into complete panic when he realizes he finally gets to meet you.

The week goes by extremely quickly to Seungcheol; his mood on a completely different level when he offers to pick up Yoongi’s Sunday shift without a complaint. He cleans up all the messes around the roller rink and even offers to do jobs that aren’t his which have Jeongguk raising a brow at the older male.

In the days that lead up to your meeting, Seungcheol looks up a few cafes that you might be interested in and even goes to get an STD exam, not that he’s expecting anything. Safety first, he says.

Your Wednesday show comes and goes, Seungcheol too excited to even get off when he watches you and he even donates an extra $600 at the end of the show; travel spending money, he offers.

And Thursday comes without a hitch and he all but skips to the employee backroom once his shift is over, humming a tune while he changes out of his uniform.

“Hey hyung, no offense, but are you okay?” Jeongguk rests against the locker next to Seungcheol’s open one, brow raised at the blue haired male that beams back at him. “I’m scared, why are you so… giddy. You even offered to take Yoongi-hyung’s weekend shift? What the hell was that about? I’ve never seen him that giddy either. Man, this place is getting weird, maybe I should quit...”

Seungcheol can’t help but laugh, patting Jeongguk on the shoulder before shutting his locker.

“I have an important meeting tomorrow, that’s all. And don’t quit, ‘cause who else is gonna give me free food.”

While the excitement had him since Saturday, now that it was finally Friday, he was downright nervous.

The two of you had agreed to meet at 2PM in front of the cafe that Seungcheol had picked out and you’d gotten a hotel in town to make it easier on yourself instead of trying to get back to your place too late. Seungcheol had offered to come pick you up, but you had politely declined; instead opting to meet him first before letting him do anything else for you.

And by nature, Seungcheol gets to the cafe 15 minutes early, fidgeting and continuously running his fingers through his hair as he patiently waits. He can feel his palms getting sweaty when he rubs them against his jeans, mentally trying to keep calm and his head floods with all sorts of thoughts; mainly, how he even got into this position with you in the first place. And he gets so distracted that he doesn’t realize you’d be standing watching him zone out for the last 5 minutes.

“Wow, not sure what’s got you so focused but you’re standing so still!”

Seungcheol hears your cute airy laugh that follows, a cherry blush on his cheeks when his eyes meet your smiling face. “I--oh my god…” He whispers, taking in your appearance.

He feels his face buzzing, fingers twitching when he sees you in a cute simple sundress. “W-wow, you--you’re just… so beautiful. I mean, you’re beautiful on cam too but just, wow, in person? Incredible.” The blush reaches his ears when he realizes he’s rambling, a nervous laugh spilling out of his lips.

“S--sorry, I, uh, usually I’m more chill than this but y’know…” He trails off, to which you nod. You step closer to Seungcheol and he gets a hint of your sweet smelling perfume, mentally groaning when your cute eyes peer up into his.

“That’s okay! I totally understand~ I’m kinda nervous myself too, to be honest…” You pause, a pink blush coating your own cheeks. “But let’s talk over some food, huh?”

Seungcheol doesn’t want to pry, but he’s not sure if he should address you as ‘Cherry’ in person, or if he should avoid calling you by anything at all.

He watches as you go through the cafe’s menu, biting the inside of his cheek as he itches to ask.

“‘Cheol… I can feel you staring, y’know.. Penny for your thoughts?” You ask, concerned eyes meeting his nervous ones.

“I just-- Sorry, I didn’t mean to be awkward, I just was wondering how I should address you in person? I don’t want to overstep my bounds, I know you don’t put your real name out there so…”

You place your menu down, closing it before leaning on your palms atop the small table. Seungcheol is cute, too cute, you think. You knew this would be a question when the two of you eventually met and you had given yourself the time to get used to the idea that he’d know your real name.

He eyes hyperfocus on your glossy lips, watching as you say your name for him for the first time.

Seungcheol’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest when he hears it; repeating it over and over in his head before he says it out loud.

“Wow, it sounds nice when it’s you saying it~” You tease, leaning back in your chair. “I don’t mind if you call me by my name, by the way! The pet names are cute but maybe we should keep that to the bedroom~” You end in a whisper, winking at the male.

Fuck, he thinks, just as his cock throbs at your comment. He really wishes you wouldn’t say things like that because he’s weak and he knows it, especially when it comes to you. “Okay, cool! Yeah, sorry, I just---I didn’t want to overstep, I know you don’t really let that be public information.”

“Of course! And thank you, I really can’t tell you how much you’ve done for me. I really… really wouldn’t be able to do all the things that I do if it weren’t for your constant support.”

You want to say more, but the waiter comes to take your orders, cutting you off until he leaves again.

“By the way…” Seungcheol looks at you with curious eyes, lips puckered around his drink straw. “Tell me about yourself, ‘Cheollie! I feel like we didn’t really get to talk that one time!”

He swallows the water in his mouth, licking his dry lips. Here goes nothing, he thinks.

“I swear, and please don’t think I’m a loser, but I--I work at a roller rink. It’s really not cool, I’m not some high paid CEO or whatever, I--I just, I work hard?” Seungcheol chuckles, running a hand through his hair as he waits for your reply.

“Wait, that’s so cool! Oh my gosh, I kinda wanna go!”

The surprise washes over Seungcheol, eyes wide as saucers when he hears you saying you’d want to visit his workplace. “Wuh---wait, seriously!?”

“Yeah! It’s kinda, like, retro! I haven’t been to one since I was a kid!” He quickly offers to bring you to the roller rink on Sunday so you could have somewhere to hang out while you were in town.

“And sadly, I took a shift on Sunday so you can hang with me while I work.”

Seungcheol grins, watching as you jokingly roll your eyes at him. “So you did it on purpose, huh…” The two of you share a laugh, glad that your first meeting seemed to be going okay so far.

“Well, I mean, if it makes you feel any better, my best friend works the concession stand so I’ll make sure to get you a free pair of skates and food whenever you want?”

“It’s a deal!”

The two of you continue to talk over your late lunch, Seungcheol telling you of the various work hijinks he’d gone through at his time working at the roller rink.

“Which, by the way, that morning show you did… Hope you know I holed up in the restroom for an entire hour for that ‘lil stunt.”

You can’t help the tears that fall from your eyes when you laugh, only feeling slightly bad for the blue haired male. “But I told you! Sometimes it’s just like that, y’know~” You tease back, heart blooming at the way you and Seungcheol got along.

In all honesty, there’d been something on your mind since you first sat down and you didn’t know when the right time to ask was, or if it was even appropriate.

The smile slips from your face as you bite the inside of your cheek in thought.

Seungcheol takes the bill from the waiter, slipping his card into the holder before you can even offer. But he notices the way your expression falls, noting the hesitance in your eyes when he looks at you from across the table.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” His voice is gentle, soft and caring when he leans over the table to make sure you’re alright.

“Yeah! Just---Can I ask you for a favor?”

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franeridart · 3 years

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Anon said: Would you draw SukuFushi? (Sukuna x Fushiguro)

maybe? *thinking face* if I ever got an idea for it, why not. I find sukuna’s obsession with fushiguro entertaining so I don’t count fanarts for it as impossible haha

Anon said: I looked and I couldn't find if you've answered this already, so apologies if you did, but how do you draw your faces? I always struggle with face shape and yours are always super good with really expressive features! Anyway, thanks so much I love your art <3

HMMMMMMMM how do I do that indeed, the basics are honestly what you’d find on any basic tutorial about drawing a face (circle, cross in the middle of it, build the face around that - I really still can’t avoid that step and probably never will). As for the expressions, to be honest with you my way of going about them is thinking them up in emoji/kaomoji form first and then go from there. Emojis and kaomojis have to simplify expressions to the max since it’s such a simple format, right? But they’re still super expressive and convey exactly what they’re trying to say with one single glance, so using them as some kind of reference sheet has helped me a lot in figuring out what’s essential to express what I’m trying to say - still working on it though! I’m rarely satisfied with my expressions, they really do make or break a drawing don’t they............ you never stop learning, I guess!

Anon said: Ahhhhhhh I just spent like hrs scrolling thru ur oc tag and they’re all amazing I love them so much but I keep confusing the everloving SHIT out of myself cuz I too have a child who is Leo and he’s literally so different from ur Leo lol. Anyway tho ur art is amazing and it honestly just makes me so happy so ty and hope have a good day!!

OHHHHHHHHHHHH MY LEO! It’d been forever since I’ve last drawn him, I kind of miss him............... glad you like my stuff, by the way! Especially about you liking my ocs, that means the world to me!

Anon said: hi there !!! i was wondering if i had ur permission to ur ur itafushi art in one of my edits ! i wanted to be sure before using it <3 total respect if its a no !! thankyouuuu

Sorry but I’d prefer if you didn’t do that!

Anon said:THERES A OCTOPATH TRAVELER LIGHT NOVEL AND ITS SO COOL BUT ITS ONLY IN JAPANEESE ! ;^;There's four stories with centered around pairs of characters and alfion is one of them !Idk if itll be transleted but i hope itll be cuz it sound awesome

OH I KNOW!!!!!!! I saw the art for the alfion one a while back, it looks so soft!!!! ;;;;; 8path is kinda niche as a game though, so who knows.............. let’s cross our fingers!!

Anon said: hello, i am here to recc Skeletons by New Years Day because i think it might fit a few of your ships<3

Thanks anon now I’m emo ;;;;;

Anon said: bakubro gives the best hugs. kirishima is the only one who knows this. everyone is absolutely incredulous when the question "who gives the best hugs" goes around and kirishima answers bakugo. (bakugo thinks kirishima is the best but he benefits from kirishima bodily hugging him and he's biased)

Definitely!! He’s strong and warm after all, bet hugging him would feel the best.... the only one who shall ever know is kiri though, as I bet his hugs are only that nice when he really likes the person he’s hugging hahaha

Anon said: Hi! Just wanted to say that I absolutely love your JJK art! The colors and style are absolutely stunning.

Thank you so much!!!!!!! I feel like I’m mostly drawing for myself lately ngl hahaha so knowing you like it means a lot!!

Anon said: Hi!! This isn't a request I just really like your art! I found you from Pinterest on a kiribaku thing you drew! Your art is so cool! I wish I could draw like that!!! I'll keep looking for new art you've made :D

Aw pinterest.......................... glad you could find your way back here though!! And thank you!!

Anon said: This happened a while ago, but i wanted to say it anyway. I remember when I started watching jujutsu kaisen and I was looking for content arter finishing the first 10 episodes in less than a day and I found your first jujutsu kaisen post (it was posted that dame day) and i was like ???? One of my favorite artists got into jk at the same time than me!!! I just thought it was a neat coincedence to share! I really love your art too, you're amazing!! Happy New Year!!

It’s!!!!!!!!!!!! a pretty dang neat coincidence for me too, since it’s always nice to know at least some of my followers are still into the stuff I make hahahaha

Anon said: i think a lot abt ur art and how ive been seeing u since middle school and now im graduating highschool and we're still in the same fandoms, i hope this doesnt make u feel old but rather VERY cherished qwq

No anon this makes me feel amazing you’ve been around so long!!!!!!! I can’t believe you’re still here with my thank you so much for that!!!!!! I think I’m gonna cry a little here.......... ;;;

Anon said: Hi! I love your art so much!! 🥰 Have you read a KiriBaku fic called The Pit??

Probably not, haven’t been reading krbk fics in a while by now! I’ll add it to my for-later list, thank you so much for the rec!!

Anon said: can u believe that (sans sero) the entire bakusquad can be put into some form of punk/goth fashion? the realization was a galaxy brain moment for me. also realizing that tokoyami, kirishima, and tamaki are all varying levels of goth/emo (some more concerning than others)

Sero’s the hippie friend every punk friend group needs, he balances things out and that’s why he’s very cherished and necessary!!!!

Anon said: your bakugo drawings convinced me to finally start stretching my ears and tbh i'm extremely excited (i've had off and on thoughts of stretching my ears (again) before this so it's not as impulsive as it sounds haha)

Anon that’s so cool!!!!!!! I love gauges so much.....................glad I could give you the last push for it!!

Anon said: uhhhh, i love the style of that top left goge drawing dude!!

THANK YOU I LOVE DRAWING IN THAT STYLE THIS ASK MEANS THE UNIVERSE TO ME

Anon said: i sent the dragon!kiri and bakugo tug-of-waring over a piece of meat and honestly your response is exactly what i thought

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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 3 years

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plane pillow

where peter planned to play video games with ned through the whole flight but fate decided to take another turn....

*A/N: this isnt related to far from home nor the ending of endgame, just pretend infinity and all the movies after didnt exist since i imagine pete 16 in here. i dont know why 16 i just like that age on him lmao, enjoy reading!*

pairing: peter x reader

status: strangerz (well sort of since they haven't talked to eachother but they're in the same school)

NOT PROOF READ BTW SO SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES

peter's POV

"the flight will be amazing! i heard they'd installed the new game we were talking about" i gushed to ned, excited for the whole flight to be filled with video games.

"im excited" ned stated practically jumping from excitement and i shook my head laughing

"OK CLASS!" Mr Harrington clapped his hands getting our attention "we're boarding the plane in a few minutes so pack your stuff and lets goooo" he pointed at our gate dramatically.

we walked to the gate, scanned our ticket and sat on our assigned seats, ned and i sat on the three seater, he took the window seat by winning a 3 round match of rock, paper, scissors *sighs angrily* and i obvious got the middle, kinda scared of who'll sit beside me though.

we had to wait for a few minutes, since we boarded the flight early. ned and i obviously started playing video games, too entranced by the small glowing screen infront of me i haven't realized a girl.

she hadn't really acknowledged me either because she looked tired, i cursed at the screen for losing the game too quickly and my dumb ass still didnt realize a GIRL, MY AGE, looking PRETTY FUCKING ADORABLE was sitting next to me. oh dear god.

after a couple more games and me being the most idiotic teenager known today for not looking at my right to see her the flight attendant alerted us that the plane will take off so we the screen will freeze any moment. ned and i decided to sleep, it was very early in the morning and we need to rest if we plan on gaming most of the flight.

i closed my eyes and shifted a bit in my seat, and slept. the plain was moving at the time trying to find the best place to take off. i guess i was really tired that i havent felt someone sleeping on my shoulder.

i was peacefully sleeping still agitated from the uncomfortable seat but i heard a loud noise that frightened the life out of me and due to my spidey senses i sensed a hand on my right, so what did i do? i fucking held the hand. hard, may i add, from the fright.

i opened my eyes quickly and jumped a bit, turning around to see who's the stranger that i held hands with, startled as well. i sighed in relief knowing our plane was safe and it was just about to take off. but then i took a good look on the perso- her, took a good look on her, on her? OH MY GOD ITS A GIRL calm down peter and please dont scare her off. i couldnt stop looking at her and to my luck she was looking at me as well, but none of us spoke

i couldnt help but notice the small part of her y/h/c hair that was shown from her hood looked so shiny and smooth, her eyes were the most perfect shade of y/e/c. the extremely large hoodie looked so comfortable on her which made me think of her wearing one of mine, how big and long it'll look on her body sent butterflies to my stomach. she looked small, and precious so fragile yet she held her body confidently.

the voice of the flight attendant echoed through the speakers which made us both stop our trance of one another. even though the lady's voice wasnt scary it still frightened us. i mean no hate towards miss attendant she called me a cutie and gave me extra blankets

but coz we got startled again we held hands....again looking for the sources of the noise. we visibly relaxed once we realized what it was, looked at eachother and laughed, her laugh was angelic and soft, hands down the best sound ive ever head. she looked rather embarrassed from the encounter but i bet you a thousand dollars i look worse, i could practically feel the blood rush through my cheeks once she realized how long ive stared at her

"i- uhm i-im so sorry for sleeping on your shoulder, and- and holding your hand and stuff" she apologized, it only made me even more baffled by her. how could a voice match with a face so perfectly.

"no no its fine uhh i dont mind *nervous laugh* and for the hand thing i was the one who grabbed yours so i-i should be the one apologizing...im sorry" i rubbed the back of my neck. this is why i dont talk to girls, ever. well mj is an exception since shes like the closest thing i have to a friend other than my best friend obviously.

"i-im y/n, by the way" she lifted her hand properly introducing herself

"peter, peter parker" i shook her hand, it was nice feeling the warmth of her hand again. we probably held hands (for the third time today by the way) longer the we should have but who am i to say i was bothered. i definitely wasnt.

"nice to meet you peter" she smiled shaking our hands one last time then sitting it on her lap. scratch what i said about her gorgeous laugh, hearing her say my name was the best thing ive heard in my 16 year of existence. (her laugh is obviously the second best)

before i could ask anything else, the plane decided to finally take off. i adjusted myself to the seat, not turning to my right side anymore and closed my eyes trying to think of smiling puppies. ive been on a plane before, in fact a private one last year but that was it. this is my second time flying away from new york and i was a bit nervous.

y/n somehow noticed my sudden tense form, who am i kidding i looked like i was about to die coz of my nerves. and held my hand. and i immediately opened my eyes again, the feeling of her skin coming in contact with mine brought chills down my spine, good ones obviously

"you looked rather tense, is this ok?" she leaned into my ear so i could hear her. i looked at her confused on why she would want to help me but nodded as a reply. a smile crept on my face and i couldnt seem to take it off. the take off went smoothly thank god. and ive occasionally squeezed her hand, usually when the plane made very loud sounds. but i made it! woohoo

i didnt know if i should stop holding her hand or not, even though i didnt want to. will she think im a creep? and if i did, will she think im rude? but i guess it didnt seem to bother her if she went back to sleeping. so i figured i should do the same

i shifted in my seat a couple of times trying to get the perfect comfy spot....nothing. this seat will be the death of m-

"you can sleep on my shoulder if you want" she whispered. "i figured since you let me sleep on yours which im very sorry about, you could sleep on mine" she smiled

"thanks, but i dont wanna bother you or make you uncomfortable"

"oh nonsense! my body is screaming right now cheering for me, well partially scolding at me for saying something risky like that to a good looking guy, its ok" she laughed, her eyes widened in shock from what she confessed. i smiled at her and rested my head on her shoulder

"you think im good looking?" i whispered playing with our fingers, i dont know when i got the sudden confidence but hearing someone like her think a loser like me is cute did something to me.

"shut up" she playfully shoved me and i laughed.

"are you from midtown?" i asked her

"no im from queens" she joked

"oh you're definitely from midtown" i chuckled, next thing i know i was having a normal conversation with me laying my head on a girl i just met like we knew eachother for years, it was nice to talk to a girl i potentially thought was cute instead of talking gibberish

she was very understanding and looked like interested into what i was saying, i was gonna skip my geeky side when she asked about what i like but to my surprise, she mentioned it when i asked her the same, she said she loves comics and likes watching sci fi movies. i asked her if she watched star wars and she said she didnt...yet.

"wanna uhm watch it together?" i played with her fingers absentmindedly nervous if she'd reject me.

"yeah sure" her eyes lit up like she was waiting for me to ask her that. we watched the movie in bliss, thankfully she liked it! and immediately said to put the second one. and surprise surprise, we finished it.

when the credits rolled in, i saw her yawning, shifting in her seat again, i decided to be bold so i lifted her head off my shoulder pulled the arm rest away from us, took a pillow and patted my lap. immediately after doing it i regretted it, she barely knows me, what the fuck peter.

"you sure?" she asked smiling a bit, she looked like she felt something giddy inside which made me feel at peace again and i nodded.

"good night" she whispered snuggling her head on my lap, i hesitantly put my arm over

"good night, y/n" and we fell asleep like how ned slept the whooole time i was talking to her, wow we have a lot to catch up on

bonus:

peters pov

i didnt know the whole plane (our class) practically gushed over my interaction with y/n, i know its been a while since i liked a girl but betty and the rest (including Mr Harrington) practically begged mj to take photos of us since she was the closest, not that she wouldnt have done it without them asking her....