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How They are Handling your Disappearance Pt. 3

MC Returns

Ahh you guys i'm so glad you are enjoying this little series! I wasn't expecting so many of you to like it! But as requested by many, here is part 3 where MC returns to the present day timeline and reunites with the 7 brothers. This is a bit of a lengthy one because like... we are home! It's a little less angsty, a little more happy this time haha. Anyways, please enjoy! Reblogs and feedback are appreciated as usual!

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Word count: 3,057

Rating: T, slightly suggestive.

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It feels like it has been forever since the day that you went missing, but the brothers never gave up their search. How could they when you were out there somewhere, possibly alone and scared? The thought of their little human wandering around the unknown gave them the motivation they needed to keep going. But after a long day of once again searching the Devildom up and down with no results, the brothers are settling down for the evening.

Lucifer

The Avatar of Pride is in his room getting ready for bed after a long day of searching for you.

His wings are terribly sore from flying all day, so he lays on his bed sprawled out on his stomach, allowing his feathery wings to stretch out behind him.

He rests his head in his arms, and sighs.

Yet another day of searching, but no results.

Suddenly, he begins to feel a familiar tingling sensation of magic in the air that brings goosebumps to his bare arms.

Before he had time to process what was happening, a flash of light filled his room, practically blinding him.

After a few seconds, the light dissipates and there you are, standing in its place.

Lucifer forgets all about his aching wings, and jumps up from the bed.

At first, he hesitates, terrified that you’ll disappear again at any moment.

“M-MC…? Is it really you…?”

His crimson eyes are wide as he takes in your appearance.

You appear the same, but he's confused by the horns that now rest on your head, as well as a few other demonic attributes.

Just where did you disappear to?

Your face scrunches up and your eyes fill with tears. “L-Luci… yes, it’s really me.”

Suddenly, his arms are around you, a million questions in his throat but unable to speak.

You whimper, taking in his scent. He smells freshly showered, the smell of his soap sending a wave of comfort crashing over you.

“Luci… I missed you so much…I’m so sorry…”

His shoulders begin to tremble and he tucks his face into the crook of your neck.

You feel wetness on your skin as he begins to cry.

Have you ever seen him cry before?

Just how much have they all suffered while I was gone?

Your arms wrap themselves around his neck and you squeeze your eyes shut.

You stand there in his arms, his wings wrapping themselves around the two of you protectively.

He will never let you go again.

After a few moments, he pulls away, staring into your eyes.

“MC, the days I've spent searching for you were endless… but never once did I give up. I’m very glad that I didn’t. Every second was worth my time.”

Suddenly his lips are on yours and you accept his kiss greedily.

Kissing him was the confirmation you needed that you were home.

“MC, please forgive me. You can tell me the details later, but right now I just need you. I need to know you are here and…real.”

He spins you around, guiding you to his bed so the back of your legs hit the edge, causing you to fall back.

He hovers over top of you, his crimson eyes full of love, adoration, and desire.

You giggle through your tears, placing a hand on his cheek. “I love you so much, Luci.”

He smiles, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“Words alone cannot express my love for you, little one.”

You give him a peck on the lips again. “We have a lot of time to make up for you know… where should we start?”

Lucifer gives you a mischievous grin. “I have just the thing in mind, darling. Something that has been long overdue.”

Mammon

Mammon returned to his bedroom shortly after arriving home.

He had to check on his ravens who were also out searching for you while they were gone.

His wings were sore as shit, and all he wanted to do was shower and go to bed.

But you are more important.

Throwing open his window, one of his ravens glides down to greet him.

“Damn, ya didn’t find anything did ya?”

The raven hangs its head sadly, and Mammon sighs.

“Thanks anyways, I appreciate the help.”

Suddenly the raven begins to flap its wings wildly, cawing at something behind him.

Mammon spins around, and his golden eyes widen in shock when he sees just who is appearing in the middle of his bedroom.

It was you, clear as day.

He’s speechless, unable to find the right words even though he’s been playing them on repeat in his head since the day you left.

“Mammon!” you shout with tears in your eyes. You begin to run towards him, but he meets you halfway, scooping you up into his arms and spinning you around.

He sets you down again, and hugs you snugly to his chest.

“MC…I… Shit. I-I missed ya so damn much…” he says with a shaky voice.

You inhale his scent as he hugs you, which smells of sweat and leather.

You’re home. He’s your Mammon. Finally…

“Mams, I’m so so sorry… I’ll explain everything I promise…”

He pulls you away from him, his golden blue gaze staring intensely at you.

“Damn right ya will! But for now…I don’t care..I just… I need ya so bad… I mean this can’t be real, right?”

You give him a small smile, taking his hand in yours.

“I’m real, Mammon. I promise.”

His tanned skin is flushed as he pulls you with him to sit on his bed, hoisting you up onto his lap.

He can’t hold back anymore as he plants a firm kiss to your lips.

You accept it eagerly.

Your tongues intertwine briefly before he pulls away, breathless.

“I love ya MC, I’m so sorry I couldn’t do a damn thing…”

You silence him with a kiss to the forehead.

“It’s not your fault, Mammon. Please don’t cry…”

He notices your own lip quivering, and let’s out an amused snort through his tears.

“Don’t you go cryin’ on me either!”

His long, slender fingers run through your hair and you sigh.

His lips are on yours once more, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

You can sense his overwhelming desire threatening to take over.

“Mammon’s got ya now, treasure. You’re safe with me. I’m never letting you go again.”

Leviathan

Throughout the search, Levi has been exploring every inch of the Devildom waters.

From seas to lakes, he still could find no trace of you.

Levi heads back to his room, a towel around his waist after Lucifer forced him to strip in the hallway so he didn’t track water through the house.

Once he’s dried off and dressed again, he sinks down in his gaming chair, sighing as his aching limbs are finally able to rest.

Tears welled up in his eyes, disappointed that he let everyone down again.

Especially you.

I’m so useless, he thinks.

A stray tear rolls down his cheek, and he wipes it away with his arm.

A flash of light appears before him, and it sends a tingling sensation up his body.

Wait a minute…that’s…!

His eyes are wide and his mouth gapes open as he looks up to see you standing there right in front of him.

“M-MC, I-Is it really y-you?!” Of course he’s a stuttering mess, but he can’t believe it.

He doesn’t know when he stood up, but suddenly you are slamming into him, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Yes, Levi. It’s me.” you sob, burying your face into his chest.

Your voice has him melting in your grip.

He finally fully embraces you, burning his face into your hair.

Your scent is slightly different, and he can smell other demons on you.

This sends a wave of envy over him, but he ignores it. All he cares about is that you’re home.

He, however, smells of the sea.

“Levi, I'm so sorry… I promise I’ll explain. I just really need you right now. I’ve missed you so much…”

Leviathan only nods, his shoulders trembling from the sobs that are escaping him.

You stay standing there wrapped in his arms, gently rubbing circles on his back.

After some time, he calms down.

His eyes are red and puffy and his face is swollen. Your heart aches for him.

Suddenly, he grabs your hand, leading you over with him to his bathtub.

You climb in together, and you sit in his lap. His tail curls around you, holding you in place.

“M-MC…can I um, k-kiss you?” he asks, his tear stained cheeks becoming flushed.

You nod eagerly, and he places a soft, gentle kiss to your lips.

Your lips are the same as ever, soft and sweet.

Levi is overwhelmed with affection for you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” he mutters, rocking you gently in his lap.

He peppers your face with kisses and you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I love you so much too, Levi. I’m so glad to be home…”

He rests his head on your shoulder, purple strands of his hair tickling your cheek.

“Please don’t leave me like that again, MC. I-I was so scared…”

The tremor in his voice causes fresh tears to form in the corner of your eyes.

“Never again, I’m staying right here with you.”

Satan

Satan steps over the pile of books on his floor before flopping down onto his bed.

His bedroom is in quite the disarray due to his last tantrum.

He can’t help that he’s just so damn frustrated!

They’ve practically searched the Devildom inside out, and still… nothing.

He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares out the window, tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.

He almost doesn’t notice the burst of light filling his bedroom.

The air was practically vibrating with magic when he spun his head around to see the silhouette of a figure in the blinding light.

He squints, trying his best to make out the form. Once the light dissipates, an unfamiliar feeling washes over him.

Satan thought he’s finally experienced every emotion in his lifetime of being in the Devildom.

But what he feels when he sees you standing there in his bedroom is indescribable.

He gasps, immediately jumping up from his bed and hurrying over to you.

Your eyes are locked on him, and he thought he noticed you flinch the moment he approached you.

“MC… are… you okay? Where in the Devildom have you been?”

His voice is soft, but it trembles slightly.

He doesn’t expect answers right away, of course.

Not when you are standing here in front of him for the first time in what feels like an eternity.

You nod, trying to wipe away your tears. “Satan… It’s me. I-I’m home.”

The sound of his name leaving your lips after so long pushes him over the edge.

He pulls you into his arms and he squeezes you tight, finally allowing his tears to fall.

“M-MC… I'm so glad you’re home safe… I was so worried about you…”

You relax against his chest, finally processing the fact that this wasn’t the past version of himself.

After a few moments, you sniff, pulling away from him to gaze into his eyes. You notice a scar on his cheek, still healing from a recent fight he must have had.

You gently trace your fingers over it, and he winces.

“I’m so sorry Satan…the pain that I must have caused you all…”

He shakes his head, glancing away.

“I’m just so relieved you are home, MC. I don’t believe that whatever happened was your fault.”

His fingers run through your hair and he kisses your forehead.

“Can I…kiss you?” you ask, your cheeks flushing slightly. Normally you wouldn’t ask, but it’s been awhile.

“Of course, kitten. But just know if you do, I may not be able to hold myself back from you much longer.”

You give him a smirk, and press your lips firmly to his.

To finally kiss your Satan once more.

He slips his tongue past your lips, and you groan.

When you pull away, his emerald eyes are shining with passion.

“Every book I read told me how to find you, but they never mentioned how to handle your return.”

He moves you to his bed with him so you are straddling his lap.

“But I don’t believe I need any instruction as to what comes next. I love you, MC. Please allow me to express the longing I’ve felt for you all this time.”

Asmodeus

Asmo had made his way to his room for the evening with the overwhelming urge to climb into his silk bed sheets.

But first he really wanted a bath. The thought of the warm water soothing his aching joints was very pleasant to him right now.

He had made his way into the bathroom to start the water, the noise of the faucet drowning out the sound coming from his bedroom.

Asmo thought he heard something, and he lifted his head to the door that connects from the bathroom to his room.

He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Was that a flash of light just now? Is it storming?

He furrowed his brow in confusion, and stepped slowly over to peek through the door.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.

There you were, standing right there in his bedroom.

Your eyes were wide and looking around, still processing where you had appeared.

Asmo gasps, forgetting about the bath and hurries over to you.

“M-MC?!” he shrieks, pulling you into the tightest hug he’s sure he’s ever given.

You begin to cry, tears falling down your cheeks and onto his shoulder.

“Shhh, MC. Don’t cry now, darling…” he coos, but his own tears are escaping him.

He holds you close as you cry together.

“Asmodeus…is… it really you? My Asmo?” you whimper.

He’s confused by what you mean, but he doesn’t question it for now.

“Of course my little lamb, it’s me. You’re home now…”

You sniff, pulling away from him slightly. “I’m so sorry Asmo, I swear I didn’t mean to leave you guys like that…”

Taking your hands in his, he shakes his head. “No no, hon, don’t blame yourself for this. I know there’s a very good reason, but you can explain later to all of us, okay?”

You nod, wiping your eyes.

“I was just about to get a bath. Would you care to join me, MC?”

The thought of taking a bath with Asmo right now feels…unreal.

You couldn’t believe you were finally home with him.

Smiling, he leads you into the bathroom.

First, he steps out of his robe, and your face flushes.

You’ll never get over how beautiful he is.

Then it’s your turn.

You shiver as he begins to undress you, his fingers brushing over your skin.

He smiles softly as he notices the goosebumps that begin to form on your body.

“I’ve missed this so much. Let me get a good look at you, darling.”

His eyes tear up again as his eyes travel over your body, still in disbelief that you were standing right there with him again after so long.

“I need all the time I can get with you right now before my brothers find out you’re home.”

He takes your hand and helps guide you into the bathtub.

You sigh as the warm water envelops you and he places you in between his legs with your back to him.

You feel his arms wrap themselves around you and you blush.“I’ve only been dreaming of this moment with you, MC.” Asmo murmurs, attaching his lips to your shoulder.

You whine as he continues to kiss up your neck.

“I love you so much, Asmo…”

He smiles into the crook of your neck as he holds you close.

“My dear, if anything came out of your disappearance, it’s how much I realized that I love you. Please, allow me to show you…”

Beelzebub and Belphegor

The twins were always together nowadays.

They were both getting ready for bed in their room after their long day, neither of them wanting to speak about the disappointing results of the search.

Belphie hugged his pillow to his chest as he climbed into bed beside Beel.

He was struggling to stay awake, but he had a peculiar feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Of course, being his twin, Beel felt it too. It wasn’t hunger, or anything like that… It was…

“Belphie do you feel…”

Before he could finish, a burst of light filled the room, temporarily blinding them both.

The sensation of magic through the air sent shivers down their spines.

Once the light dulled, they glanced up through squinted eyes to see… you.

Wait, is that really…?

Despite the dull ache in their bodies, they both jump up.

“MC!” their violet eyes are wide as they gape at you, still trying to decide if this was real or a cruel hallucination.

But you seem just as surprised as they are.

Suddenly, you feel yourself being pulled into a strong embrace.

Belphie is squeezed into the hug next to you, and you both glance up to see Beel with tears streaming down his cheeks.

“B-Beel… Belphie…I’ve missed you both so much…”

You sob, burying your face into Beel’s chest.

Belphie finally allows his tears to fall. I’m so lame, he thinks.

How dare you make him cry like this?

But he’s so happy. So relieved.

Beel begins to move you both towards his bed, placing you right between him and his brother.

You whimper as you feel their arms wrap around you.

The thought of being able to do this again with them never even crossed your mind.

You feel Beel nuzzle his face into your hair.

You smelled…different. But there was no denying your familiar scent and it made his mouth water.

Belphie yawned, burying his face into your shoulder.

“Beel and I had each other, but MC… you are our missing piece.”

His twin nodded, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Belphie is right. It feels right again with you here in between us.”

Your heart was so full.

You smiled wide as you kissed both of their foreheads.

“My boys…I love you so much.”

As you laid together, they took turns littering you with kisses and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

The feeling of their lips and their hands on your body has your head spinning, and you whisper their names between breathless gasps.

After sometime, Beel turned towards you, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“I’m feeling a bit hungry…but for something different. How about you Belphie?”

Belphie immediately sensed where his twin was going and flashed him a smile back.

“I’m all of a sudden wide awake. What do you say you join us, MC? We want you to ourselves before we have to go back to sharing you.”

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ikkosu · 1 month

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I would love something, anything with human reader (gn) SSAU, stuck between Prowl and Pharma <3 maybe they’re a mechanic? Or just a nurse? I love how you write the two dorks. They’re just sooooo 👀💚

BETWEEN A ROCK AND A WALL

a/n : ah!!!! my favorite person!!! it's been a while pookie jkjk I am excessively obsessed with them, as well LITERALY (I kid you not. It's about time I write an, ahem, threesome with them

"Have you tried reporting him for harrassment?"

Oh, you've have enough.

Your datapad hits the surface of your desk with a clink, not without letting out a growl of frustration that all the more tightened the coil of a headache, brewing in your temples.

Just a visit. It's just a visit. It's just a visit. He's just being himself he's just—

"You know what, Prowl? You're so damn petty sometimes."

You swivelled to face him, but the cop-bot perched in your chair, your chair, inspecting your work-cubicle, pretends to look away.

Like, he didn't just pester you the whole hour on ethics of trying to fire your own boss and slandering your note-taking skills.

(yellow? seriously? any other highlighter you can choose but you picked yellow? disgusting).

"You should know your adjectives, by now. I wouldn't call that petty. A term I'd prefer is being Strategic." He clipped. "But I'm sure, given how your emotions normally regulate your, whatever you have, is a brain — you wouldn't be able to comprehend such a notion."

He's made a habit of making everything sound so reasonable, it's baffling. You round your desk, stopping short in front of him. Prowl retaliates your scowl by leaning back against the chair. He tips his helm until it hits the headrest and his eyes, flaring blue, peered over the crook of his nose.

You know he's got that stupid bastardly smile underneath the facade.

"What do you want?" You huffed out.

"A simple, round the block, routine checkup. Nothing important. "

"Yeah? Yeah? You're, like, three fucking planets away from your station. I'm sure that's plausible."

Where's Max when you needed him most to beat his ass?

"Anything is possible if you think it to be so."

Oh, you're this close. This close. You look to your watch, groaning internally. Around three hours more you're due for an operation. And you're not even prepared yet! You're supposed to go through your notes on how to yank out a gut from it's slot, not having a verbal spar with Cybertron's number one asshole.

"Look, I don't know what beef you've got with the guy but I thought you're the enforcer here, mister goody two shoes. This is illegal."

He scoffs at that but doesn't seem to regard the last part, however. " It's your boss now, huh."

"Excuse me?"

"Last I heard he was the boss." The chair creaks as he shifts on the spot, looking incredibly out of place in that plush, black office wheeler. " What, did you pucker up your lips and appeased his ego to botch that spot?"

"What?" You sputtered. "Botch that spot? What are you— No, No!— He's my boss!— I— What do you want me to say?"

"That you're not his playtoy." He crosses his arms.

"I'm not!"

"Then, call him by his name." He grits his teeth. "Don't say 'my boss'. It sounds corny. It sounds stupid. You sound stupid." A digit juts your way and you scoff, holding yourself back from commiting first degree murder. " And, you know what's even better? Just don't talk to him. Ever. Not even a look or a smile. Is that understood?"

"Prowl, i—" You sighed, dragging a palm down your face. "Please, tell me you didn't come all the way here to Delphi —all the way here — just to tell me that."

The corner of his mouth tugged up a little. He looks away to hide it, though. "I'm paid to serve the law after all."

"Oh, yeah? You're paid to shut the fu—"

"My, my. That's not a pleasant way to address a man of law, now is there darling?" A low voice crooned behind you and you feel his servos curling over both sides of your waist, chassis against your back. Pharma rests his chin on your shoulder and a chesire grin is directed to the enforcer.

You don't dare to look behind you, but you're also not strong enough to lock eyes with Prowl who's got a death grip on the arm chair, teeth gritting, digits digging into the cushion. Eventually, he stands up to his full height, stepping close, you're almost sandwiched between the two like a smore.

"Doctor." He clips.

"Enforcer." Was Pharma's drawl. "Here to fetch your little pet?"

He bristles, door wings piking up at the term but doesn't regard it. "Here to take them far. How much for a forced unemployment?"

"Oh, nothing much. I usually do it for free, but this one..." Pharma leans close and you yelp when his chassis pushes you forward to press against Prowl's, you guessed it, chassis. "—Is an exception. You see, officer, I actually quite like having this one around. Keeps my arduous moments flourishing, my lonely nights — occupied."

Prowl lands a servo on your shoulder. "Yeah. Figured as much." He grits out.

"Oh, not really. It doesn't have to take much assuming." Pharma straightens up, a servo on the other side of your shoulder. "While, its all in good fun, we three all have a job to do, yes? Best you leave them to their devices now."

He was about to tow you away when Prowl's unrelenting death grip on your shoulder prevents you from moving. "I'd rather not."

"Is that so?" Poison spools out from that drawl.

"Your audials doesn't seem to be of optimum order. Mind If I smoothen out the creases?"

You winced, looking at your watch. Shit. Shit. Shit. Of all times Pharma had to come in, he takes the opportunity when Prowl is here?! You need to prepare yourself right now. That patient isn't going to pull out a gut themself, and they aren't sewing their lungs back, either. If you could just....wiggle from the rooks of their grip and slowly slide away to— Prowl clamps a servo on your waist. Pharma, clutching your shirt.

They hold you close.

Oh, forget it.

A wide, terse grin eases out on the jet's face. "Perhaps your t-cog would need a diagnosis as well. Oh, no, no not just your t-cog. Something else. As a doctor I would'nt want my patient limping for...." He whispered lowly. ".... undercompensation, given how you're strutting around...."

Prowl let's out a low growl in his throat. "Oh? How about we head out side and hunker down a nice 'smoothening out?"

"Don't try me, enforcer." Pharma's mood isn't much better but unlike Prowl he's got a good facade holding up. " You've got what's coming and it won't be pleasant. I suggest you step out now."

Then the bastardly smile curls the corner of his cheek. "Let's test out that theory, then."

Oh, dear.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #pharma #prowl x reader #idw pharma #idw prowl #pharma x reader

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bite-sized-devil · 1 year

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Character Headcanons

TW: violence, GN! MC

Beelzebub:

☠️ Angry/violent headcanons:

The big cuddly teddy that occasionally threatens to eat you just turned into a big grizzly bear. And this time food had nothing to do with it, that is unless you count yourself as food. A little snack perhaps?

One second you were both laughing about what he would do if he had a cheeseburger for a head the next he was in his demon form baring his teeth at a demon you didn't know while pinning him against the nearest wall.

"Drop it." The words leaving his mouth as a snarl, one muscled forearm pushing further into the unknown demon's neck. His free hand holding the demons wrist in the air, twisting it painfully.

"I-I'm sorry!" The demon cries. His pleading eyes find yours over Beel's shoulder. Why is he apologising to you, you've never even seen him before?

"Don't talk to them. Don't look at them!" Is the answering growl.

You've never seen Beel this angry before, the air feels almost electric. Magenta vapours fill the space around him, his shoulders are hard and tense you think you could feel every rope of muscle that lined his back if you reached your hand out and touched him.

A whimpered sob brings you out of your trance. Beel's grip on the demons wrist has tightened, it's now twisted at an uncomfortable angle. The fist that was tightly clenched shut is now forced open.

A lock of hair, your hair, falls to the ground. Confusion befuddles your thoughts, how did he get that? When? And even more concerning was why? Your arms wrap around yourself, hugging yourself tight. You suddenly feel vulnerable, scared and unsafe.

"I d-didn't-" You hear the demons stuttering again but it's cut off by a harsh shove from Beel. He looks even more deadly, nostrils flared, normally kind pink hued eyes now darkened with rage.

"Stay away from them." He snarls again before leaning in until his mouth is close to the demon's ear. He growls a last word, lacing it with menace and possessiveness and then shoves him as far away from you as possible.

You're worry and fear disappear when you hear the last word he utters. It fills you instead with security, assurance, love and desire.

He picks up the lock of your hair and puts it in his pocket before turning back to you. His big arms, that could tear a man limb from limb, wrap around you gently and pull you into a warm embrace. Switching back to his human form, he kisses your forehead and says the word again. This time as a whisper only for you to hear.

"Mine."

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archie-sunshine · 3 months

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Pharma def the kind of mecha to mod his peepee to make it as big as possible (maybe it turns out even bigger than his ego)

Depending on if its like, pre or post delphi (so ratchet/pharma or tarn/pharma) both their reactions would prob be relatively the same lol.

Ratchet will probably laugh his ass off and Tarn will snap his panel shut like im not cramming a behemoth up my internals (that sounds like something theyd both say 😭)

But at the same time.. small pp Pharma getting humbled in a sexy way

YES!!!!! YES YES YES!!! ABSOLUTELY YES!

God i love the idea of pharma being so chapped about ratchet leaving him that he goes wild modding his junk. Only to be stuck with an absolutely gigantic hog he has no idea what to do with.

I imagine when tarn and him start hooking up pharma would play coy for a while just so tarn doesnt think he's a threat, lots of bottoming for him, being all sweet and demure like 'ooooh mr big scary decepticon don't huuurt me!'

and then once he's got him on the hook, then he's like 'i wanna try something new tonighttt...' all innocent. and then HUGE dick. and Tarn i think would be a valve virgin, and he'd be like 'you are going to kill me with that.' and pharma would be like 'coward.' and tarn would be like 'FINE.'

I think tarn as pharma's punching bag rebound when ratchet dumps him is very fun, but i also do just have a thing for size difference with tiny mean tops. I think pharma should get to be horrifically mean to tarn and tarn should begrudgingly tolerate it because he knows he could crush that man like an accordion.

#archie answers #my art #my requests #mtmte #valveplug #pharma #tarn #tarnma #/nsfw #/nsft #lemon #transformers

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delphi-dreamin · 3 months

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Sometimes you just need some comfort food 😌

#i have shrimp and grits #and i am a happy southerner #the oracle speaks #shut up delphi #food mention

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transgenderer · 11 months

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riding in the car on the drive home i would not shut up about the road spirit. i felt like i was reci3ving revelation. i was like the oracle of delphi. each road has like a kami but also there is one grand road spirit. its like the river of light from ushishi and its like its beautiful. the road spirit. the road spirit is real. if the road wants you to crash you will crash. the road spirit can protect you if you earn its favor. sacrifice a goat? idk what sacrifice the road wants . i kept rambling because i didnt want to forget my revolations but my phone was dead. if someone drives you they are like charon because the road is like a river of asphalt

im mostly an atheist but i kind of believe in the road spirit. its real and it talks to me. roads.

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mtmte-bracket · 6 months

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MASTERPOST - Round One Polls

Welcome to round one of the MTMTE/LL story arc tournament bracket, where everyone gets to vote on/bicker about which of the story arcs in the comic is The Best For Real, Actually.

In the interests of not clogging up the main tag (seventeen polls good lord), this is the only post that will be #maccadam-d for this poll bracet. So if you want to promote a particular poll you have a strong opinion on, reblog it!

This is a masterpost containing links below the cut to all Round One polls (34 seperate arcs, for 17 polls). You can also find all these under the tag #round 1 polls on the blog. All the polls have a quick summary attached to refresh your memory if the name of the arc doesn't immediately ring a bell! The FAQ for this can also be found here.

Have fun!

Round one (34 entries, 17 polls)

Elegant Chaos vs Dissolution

Overlord vs The Plotters' Club

Liars, A to D vs Titans Return

An Axe to Break the Ice vs Delphi

Primus: You, Me, and Other Revelations vs The Not Knowing

Slaughterhouse vs Dark Cybertron

The Dying of the Light vs The Ties That Bind

Little Victories vs Personality Ticks

Scavengers vs Crucible

Cybertronian Homesick Blues vs Remain in Light

World, Shut Your Mouth vs Some Of My Best Friends Are Autobots

Speak, Memory vs Shadowplay

Before & After vs The Everlasting Voices

Silent Light vs The Lopsided Triangle

The One Where They Go to Earth vs How To Say Goodbye And Mean It: Part 2

Our Steps Will Always Rhyme vs Revolution

Interiors vs Sardines

#maccadam #mtmte #lost light #transformers #masterpost #round 1 masterpost #RIGHT. OKAY. THIS VERSION WORKS. IGNORE THE EARLIER POST AHAHAHA.

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philosophors · 9 months

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“I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.”

— Virginia Woolf, “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf”

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scorpiusthedreadless · 2 years

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nicknames for the next gen kids

Albus:

Al - only Scorpius and Rose get the honour of calling him this

Alby - James made it up as a joke and it kinda stuck (family members only)

Albussy - is the family wifi password.

Sev/Sevvy - Lily called him these when she was a baby/toddler

School Bus - James. Just James.

Scorpius:

Scorp - Albus couldn’t be bothered to say his whole name and now half of his friends just call him Scorp

Scor - Albus couldn’t be bothered with the extra ‘p’ on the end of Scorp. this nickname didn’t stick, but it’s still used occasionally

Scorpion King - used in the alternate reality and it kinda slaps tbh (also used by Rose at the end but just no.)

Malfoy the Unanxious - by himself

Scorpius the Dreadless - again, by himself

Corpse - kinda in his name ig?? and he’s pale asf

Jack Frost - the hair.

Rose

Rosie - Ron and Hermione think it’s cute (which it is oml) but Rose hates it

Posie - Scorpius teases her with it when they’ve become better friends later on

Scorp’s Girlfriend - used by literally everyone at Hogwarts bc they think they’re dating when they’re really not.

Hermione Granger 2.0 - usually comes from Albus but sometimes Ron joins in. this is not appreciated by Rose.

James-Sirius

Jamesy Wamesy - Albus wanted revenge for ‘School Bus’

Jamesy - kinda a better form of ‘Jamesy Wamesy’ which Teddy picked up

All The Marauders In One - Harry receives this comment on James’s report card VERY often (always from McGonagall)

Jam - all I have to say about this one is Teddy.

Lily-Luna

Lily - no one can be bothered with the whole Lily-Luna thing at this point

Lils - Harry started it bc he wanted to separate his child from his mother and he obviously didn’t call his mum Lils

Loony - stems from the second part of her name (Luna) bc Luna was called Loony Lovegood (we stan Luna)

Little Moon - Scorpius tried a little moon once and said it was soft and fluffy like Lily so it just kinda became a thing ig

Lilsy Pops - Harry tried it once and she immediately tried to shut it down. it did not work.

Delphini

(idk why I put her in btw I just had a few ideas for nicknames lmao)

Delphi - used by Albus and Scorpius and probably everyone else she’s ever met (not that she’s met many people)

Del - probably a her and Scorpius thing bc he seems like the sort of person who needs a special nickname for everyone

The Augurey - used by everyone in the alternate reality

Deli Deal - all imma say is someone got drunk. im not gonna say who, but someone definitely got drunk.

Teddy Lupin

Ted - James, like Albus, was too lazy to complete Teddy’s name in a sentence

Edward - his full name so technically not a nickname but let’s just pretend it is

T - Albus got even more lazy than before and only wanted to say one letter

Teddy Bear - James got drunk. or high. or both.

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attic-club-sandwich · 1 year

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Hello I am in a really bad way rn after an incident with a nurse and I'd like to request the bros (and side characters too) looking after a chubby/overweight MC after she/they was called fat by someonr and started losing their shit because of it (like starting to not eat, getting snappy with the boys, wearing baggier clothes, not leaving their room as much, etc.) "Because it's true and they're just stating facts"

If you're uncomfortable writing this that's totally fine! just thought I'd try my luck lol

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Hello my dear! Thank you so much for sending this request in and being patient! This is just the 7 brothers first, then I will post the Side Characters as a second part since i'm bad at keeping things short lol I really hope you like this! I'm very sorry to hear you are feeling down, I hope that this cheers you up and know that i'm a safe person if you ever need to talk ^-^

TW: Self-deprecation, discussions of weight and body image, possible triggering language, Swearing. Please read at your own risk and let me know if I missed anything that could be triggering!

Genre: Angst/Hurt, Comfort, Fluff.

Please be aware that I am not a professional. I do possess a degree in Psychology, but everyone's experience is different when it comes to personally dealing with this topic. I apologize if this does not align with your own personal experiences!

Taglist: @delphi-dreamin @sassykattery @bite-sized-devil @amberrskiies @obey-me-posts @a-hidden-gem @otomefoxystar (feel free to ignore if this isn't for you!)

Harsh Thoughts, Gentle Praises

Your chest felt heavy as you walked home from RAD. Tears threatened to spill over your cheeks, but you didn't dare let them fall in front of him. You felt bad because you had snapped at him when he asked why you were so quiet, and now the tension was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. It's all because that stupid no-name demon called you that word. A word that had a tendency to trigger you. A word that was considered so ugly in the human world, and they knew that and used it to their advantage just to hurt you.

Fat.

The word echoed in your head. "Aren't you a little fat for a human? I bet you'd make a nice meal for those demons you hang around all the time. I don't know how they can even stand being around you." They had said. you tried so hard to not let it bother you. But you knew you were slipping into the toxic state of mind that you hadn't been in since coming to the Devildom.

Lucifer

The eldest demon was one of the first to notice your behavior. He kept a close eye on you after all.

He walked you home that day, and you immediately shut yourself in your room.

Lucifer will give you space at first. He knows all to well that when he's angry, he just needs time to cool off.

However this went on for a couple of days.

He notices you skipping meals, claiming you aren't feeling well.

When he does see you, you're wearing an oversized shirt and sweatpants and your hair is messy and unkempt. This isn't like you at all.

He eventually sits you down in his study to talk with you. "MC, I'd like to know what's been bothering you. Are you okay"

Suddenly, all of the feelings you've been bottling up explode.

"No, clearly i'm not okay!" you shout, throwing your hands up in frustration.

Lucifer is taken aback by your outburst, but he listens as you tell him everything. Anger rises in his chest and he clenches his fist in his lap.

You were a sobbing mess, "I don't even know why I'm upset, they're only stating facts anyways."

Lucifer immediately pulls you into a tight hug, silencing the toxic words that leave your mouth. “Regardless of whether their observations are true or not, clearly we all still care deeply about you. So they are wrong about that aspect.”

You continue to sob into his chest, but this time at his words. "B-But Luci...It's true..."

He pulls away and plants a delicate kiss to your forehead. “That's quite enough of that. MC, you are the most beautiful being I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on.”

He scoops you up onto his lap, cradling you close. You squeeze your eyes shut, enjoying the moment of tenderness you've been craving so much. "Now let's get you showered and ready for bed. Would you care to join me?"

Mammon

The Avatar of Greed is surprisingly quick to notice the habits you've formed.

You had yelled at him for barging into your room, which you didn't normally do anymore.

He was startled when he had walked into you crying, and decided he wasn’t leaving without an explanation.

“Mammon I said go away already!” You cried, tossing a book at him.

He had dodged it of course, and made his way over to your bed. “No way in hell am I leaving until ya tell me what’s wrong!”

You were stubborn. You sat in silence, staring at the floor. Mammon sighed, "Please MC. Don't think I haven't noticed you haven't been eating... or takin' care of yourself... and you're so stressed. It's my job to pay attention to these things!"

You began to weep again, explaining the situation through hiccups.

Once you finished, Mammon was pissed.

"Are you fuckin' for real?! I swear i'm gonna rip 'em apart..." He demands the name of the demon who dares say such vile things to his human.

He was so angry, his demon form was threatening to take over.

"It's fine Mammon, It's not like they were lying. Its true, I'm fat. I'm disgusting. Just look at me."

Mammon practically growls at the way you talk about yourself. His hands are suddenly on your shoulders.

"You're really gonna listen to some bastard demon who doesn't even know ya at all?! Yeah, I'll look at you. And when I do, all I see is this beautiful human who makes me fuckin' crazy."

He stared at you intently before crashing his lips to yours. You welcomed the kiss gratefully. His hands are exploring their way down your arms, and up the curves of your hips.

When you broke apart, he pulled you into his chest, squeezing you tightly. He just wanted to hold you. To protect you from everything that could possibly harm you.

Your legs trembled when he pulled you to your feet and you held onto him.

"Let's go watch a movie in bed or somethin', okay? I want to show you just how beautiful you are."

You nodded, taking his hand and wiping your tear stained cheeks with the other. All you wanted right now was his company. His love and attention. "I love you Mams. Thank you."

He flashed you a wide grin. "I love you too, Treasure. Don't you forget that."

Leviathan

Levi was shocked when you turned down his offer on watching the new episode of anime you've been watching together.

You muttered something along the lines of "I know I can't be as perfect as that one character you like so much."

Levi froze in place, watching you retreat down the hallway and to your room. W-What did you just say?!

It takes him a moment, but he follows you and cautiously opens your door.

You were sat on your bed, arms crossed and tears falling down your face.

"M-MC! What's wrong?? D-Did I say something to upset you?" He stuttered, unsure of how to approach you.

When you told him everything, he was practically crying right alongside you. "I know i'm fat, Levi. I don't know how you can stand me when all those anime characters are so perfect."

Levi shakes his head, his amber eyes filled with tears. "No, no, no. Don't even go thinking that. Those characters aren't real. You're real, MC. And you are perfect to me. You're my Henry, remember?!"

You let out a small giggle through your tears. "Y-Yeah, I guess. But-"

Levi interrupts you, pulling you into a hug.

You run your fingers through his purple hair and you begin to relax. You felt bad for snapping at him. "I'm sorry, Levi."

The purple haired demon pulls away, wiping his own eyes with his sleeve. "N-Now you've made me cry! Come on. Let's go back to my room." He glances down at the hoodie and pajama pants you're wearing. "I-I'll lend you one of my shirts if you want..." he said, shyly. He knew you loved borrowing his anime shirts.

You perked up at that, the thought of being surrounded in his scent cheering you up. He really does know you so well.

He grabbed your hand and lead you to his room, his face flushing in the process.

"Hey, Levi? I love you."

Satan

Satan could feel your pact mark with him burning.

You had just gotten done throwing a tantrum over not being able to understand the material you were studying for test the next day.

Satan's emerald eyes widened, reassuring you that it was okay, and he didn't mind going over it with you again.

"No, I'm just too stupid to get it! That demon was right. I don't know how you can stand me!" you yelled, sliding down to the floor of the library.

"MC...what demon? Will you please explain?"

When he finally got it out of you, his own wrath began to rise in his stomach. He felt sick with rage.

You pulled your knees to your chest, your own pact mark beginning to burn. "It's not like they are wrong or anything. They're stating facts."

Satan sat on the floor next to you, wrapping his arms around your trembling form.

"Now you don't actually believe that do you?"

You sniff, wiping the mixture of snot and tears from your face. "W-Well yeah I do..."

Satan shook his head. "Unacceptable. I believe we aren't finished with our session yet. I have another subject to teach you in."

The remainder of your study session was spent with Satan planting soft kisses on various parts of your body. Your face. Your hands.

He rolled up the sleeves of your oversized hoodie to kiss your arms.

He ran his hands over the curves and dips of your body. Over your soft, plush thighs.

"S-Satan...stop..." you sighed. But you really didn't mean it. All you wanted was his gentle touch. You couldn't get enough.

He smiled, wiping your tears. He helped you to your feet, and planted one final kiss to your soft lips.

"Let's continue this session after hours. I have lots more to teach you about yourself."

Asmodeus

You and Asmo were supposed to go to the spa together that evening. Needless to say, you weren't exactly feeling up to it.

Asmo pouted when you told him you were cancelling, and demanded to know the reason why.

You tried to come up with an excuse, but you began to grow visibly upset, finding it hard to speak.

Asmo's face fell and he quickly guided you to his room.

"Darling, what ever is the matter?" he asked softly, sitting you down on his bed.

You wept as you finally came clean. "I just don't get why you want to spend time with me! I'm fat and disgusting! I'll only ruin your image!"

His concern began to transform into anger. "As the Avatar of Lust, there's no way I'm letting you speak that way about yourself!" he cried, grabbing a tissue and dabbing at your wet cheeks.

You let out a choked sob as he pulled you to your feet, standing you in front the large mirror that stood in his closet. "A-Asmo, no... I don't even want to look at myself..."

Asmo only shook his head. "Look at this beautiful human standing right here with me. Who says being heavier is a bad thing? That demon's only goal was to hurt you because he's simply jealous."

You sniffed, staring up at Asmo's reflection in the mirror. You've never seen him this serious before.

"Y-You really think I'm beautiful? Are you sure?" you asked, timidly.

Asmo pressed the side of his face against yours as he continued to admire your reflection. "The beauty I see in you is undeniable, my dear."

You chuckled as he twirled you around to face him, bringing your hand to his lips.

If there was one thing Asmodeus was good at, it was loving himself.

Now he was going to teach you, too.

Giving you a wink, Asmo guided you to his bathroom."Let's go have a spa night here, instead. You deserve nothing but the best treatment from yours truly."

Beelzebub

When dinner time rolled around, Lucifer called your name.

You reluctantly emerged from your bedroom, and in a cloudy state of mind found yourself at the table with a plate of food in front of you.

You stared down at it, and began picking through it with a fork.

Beel immediately noticed your behavior.

You normally ate your food with no hesitation and gratefully thanked whoever had made it that night.

It had been Beel's turn to cook, so he made your favorite, sensing you were down about something.

He only wanted to cheer you up.

"MC, are you feeling okay?" he said quietly as to not draw attention to the rest of his brothers.

Your lip began to tremble, and your fork clattered to the floor.

Now the other brothers were looking at you, and you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

"Would you all quit staring at me?! I'm going to my room. I-I'm not feeling good." you yelled.

Beel got up, leaving his own unfinished plate of food behind to follow you.

When he knocked on your door, he could hear you sobbing. He entered your room and made his way over to you.

"MC, what's wrong?" he asked softly, reaching out to play with a lock of your hair.

You glanced at him, your face messy with tears. "How do you guys love me?"

Beel was confused by your question. "Huh? Why wouldn't we love you?"

You finally broke down, telling him everything. Beel's heart ached for you, and he suddenly didn't have an appetite anymore.

"MC...We could never feel that way about you..."

You buried your face in your hands. "But look at me! You don't see the gross stretch marks on my skin? How fat I am?"

Beel winced at your words. "MC, look." he said, pulling up his shorts slightly to expose his thigh. "I have them too."

You blinked in surprise as you saw the pale white lines traveling over the expanse of Beel's skin. "W-What?"

He nodded, pulling you to his side. "I do. I struggled with weight gain too. My sin is gluttony, and It got out of control for a little bit."

You sniffed, leaning into him. "I-I'm sorry Beel..."

He nuzzled his face into your neck. "Just promise not to say things like that anymore. I love everything about you."

His hands traveled down to your own thighs and squeezed. "You are everything I need. You make me feel hungry in a different way. I crave it all the time."

You sighed as he pressed his lips against yours. "Now only if you're feeling up to it, maybe we can finish our dinner in my room?"

You gave him a small smirk, "Sure, I'm looking forward to dessert."

Belphegor

Belphie didn't pay attention at first.

But when you didn't show up to your nightly cuddle session in the attic, he was worried.

He texted you, but there was no answer. Where are they? He wondered.

He decided to go search for you, going to your room first.

When he got to your door, he didn't bother knocking.

He entered to see you buried under your covers in your bed.

"MC?" he yawned, padding over to lift the covers slightly.

Your teary eyes met his, and he furrowed his brow in worry. "Why are you crying, Angel?"

Your lip quivered, and you began cry more. "G-Go away, Belphie."

The youngest demon only pulled back your covers and slipped into the spot next to you. He pulled the blankets back up to cover you both.

"Nah, I'm comfy here. What's going on?"

You rolled away from him, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"Belphie, why do you love me?"

He hummed, pondering the question. "Because you are you. I love everything. There's no way I can list them all. Too sleepy." he yawned.

You felt a bubble of laughter rise in your chest, but only for a second.

"So you don't mind that i'm um.... overweight?"

Belphie's eyebrows lifted in surprise at the question. "Where is this coming from?"

Fresh tears spilled as you began to explain what happened a few days prior.

Belphie growled, pulling you closer to him. He wanted to know who it was that dared say such disgusting things to you.

"But it's true though right? I mean it's pretty obvious they weren't lying."

Hearing those words only made him angrier. He forced you to roll back over so you were facing him.

"Dont say such things, MC. You always hate it when I say bad things about myself, don't you?"

You nodded, wiping your nose. "Y-Yeah, but this is different..."

He shook his head, reaching out to cradle your head in his hands.

"No it's not different. You are the greatest thing to happen to me. I don't give a shit about things like that, and you know it. And I know for a fact my brothers don't either."

You gasped as he pulled you into his chest. You began to relax as he rubbed circles on your back. "Belphie..."

He pulled away, staring into your eyes. "Did you know that every star you see is different? Even though they look the same from a distance. MC, you're the brightest, most beautiful star I've ever seen. If we all looked the same, it would be pretty boring, right?"

Your lip trembled, but Belphie put it to rest once he pressed his lips to yours. "I love you, Angel. Let's get our cuddle session in now okay?"

Side Characters coming shortly! (Will update)

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uzumaki-rebellion · 2 years

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Sinner & Saint: Creed III Chapter 1

Masterlist HERE.

Summary:

Damian Anderson returns to the streets of Los Angeles after being released from a long prison bid. Determined to land back on his feet, he seeks a second chance at life through boxing by showing up at the famous Delphi Boxing Academy to collect on a promise that was made to him by a former childhood friend, Adonis Creed...the man he went to prison for.

NSFW. 18+. Smut. Boxing violence.

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"I've been out here, I'm grinding In the midst of the violence You making decisions But they only for profit You don't know what's real You trading your soul just to make the dinero So today I'm the villain 'Bout to send a uppercut to your heroes Your money don't mean nothing The rich and the poor got the same fate The whole world's on a blind date Sinner and saint"

Tommee Profitt—"Sinner & Saint"

She wouldn't answer the intercom system the first time he showed up.

Damian Anderson stood in front of the multi-million-dollar mansion and waited for Mary Anne Creed to either curse him out or send her private security down to shoo him away. Three days after that, he stood there and gave his story about being friends with Adonis from way back. From her security cameras, she took one look at his threadbare sweat pants, worn-down trainers, and the black ankle monitor on his right leg and told him to get the hell on and stay away from her property. Threats of having him hauled off by force echoed onto his back as he shuffled away, not wanting to cause a scene or mess up his probation. Returning to the halfway house they placed him in near downtown L.A., he was grateful to find an unused bus transfer he could use to get back there again.

On the third trip to Beverly Hills, he brought one of Donnie's handwritten letters to prove that he was there for a good reason.

He wanted to see an old pal.

Donnie didn't write very many letters while Damian was in prison. There were only eight, and the fifth letter was the most important one. Written in blue ink with earnest penmanship, a nineteen-year-old Donnie Creed promised to help him get back on his feet whenever he got out of prison. Every month for four years, Donnie put money on Damian's prison account so he could purchase snacks and extras that the prison didn't provide for. One day, the money stopped coming. So did the biannual letters.

Damian understood.

Real life kept going while niggas were locked up. Prisoners were put away and forgotten. Shit happened like that and there was nothing Damian could do. Donnie had been a young buck, sixteen, reckless, and following Damian for street cred and friendship. Being eighteen, Damian knew better than to get a square mixed up in his life. Donnie had done some juvie time, but he had a family to set him straight. He also had Damian who took the rap to protect his friend from going back to a cell.

Tried as an adult, he kept his mouth shut about his friend and told authorities that Donnie was in the wrong place at the wrong time. All the criminal charges fell on him. His boy walked.

Mary Anne Creed had access to the best lawyers and wrapped Donnie up in a cocoon of protection. Damian had a shitty court-appointed attorney until Donnie's adoptive mother paid for his representation. He already had a record, so he still had to do hard time even with the expensive lawyer. The only bright side was that he wouldn't do life.

Damian spent nearly half his life in prison. Out free, he counted on Donnie to stay true to his word. He had been a rich boy and an even richer man with his new status as a world champion boxer, so Damian planned on collecting what was due: a man's word. That shit was a bond that couldn't be broken, especially with all the hard time he did covering for Donnie. Mary Anne should've understood that.

A Black thirty-ish security guard ambled over to the tall gate and glared at Damian.

"Mrs. Creed, I have a letter here that proves I know Donnie. I'm Damian Anderson—"

"I know who you are."

Mary Anne's winter frost voice blared from the intercom.

"Sir, I need you to leave," the guard said.

"Hold on, bruh. Lemme just talk to the lady real quick… Mrs. Creed. I'm not here begging for no handout. I just want to speak to Donnie… let him know I'm out and to thank you for trying to help me back then."

"Adonis is a busy man. I'll let him know you came by, but do not come here again. Do you understand me? Your ties to him are over, and it would be wise for you to stay away from all of us. If you come here again, I will be forced to call the authorities, and I know you don't want that."

Damian grit his teeth. The guard handed him a thick white envelope through the gate.

"What's this?" Damian asked.

The guard shrugged and walked back up the long, curved driveway. Damian opened the white envelope. One thousand dollars cash in twenty-dollar bills. He stuffed it inside the side pocket of his small black leather bag. Everything he owned in life was packed tight inside the bag. He didn't trust the halfway house at all. Too many hard luck men were there and theft was possible.

"Mrs. Creed, I don't need charity. I just need to talk to Donnie."

He waited five minutes until the silence embarrassed him. Stepping away from the gate, he staggered over to the street curb and checked the cheap watch he bought at a dollar store. The next bus back to downtown L.A. was in forty minutes and a thirty-minute walk was needed to get to the pickup stop. He gripped his bag and let out a defeated sigh. Mary Anne Creed was most definitely the type to call the cops if he showed up again. The downtown library had public computers he could use to find Donnie through his social media. He only knew about the mansion because Mary Anne had done a celebrity Mom segment on Entertainment Tonight and they showed the gate of the mansion with a giant gold letter "C" on the front. He spent hours jogging up and down the streets of Beverly Hills, looking for the exact gate until he found it.

Damian bent down to tighten the laces on his trainers and he heard the soft clink sound of the gates opening. He stood up fast. There was no security guard around. A whipped cream white Lucid Air electric car zipped down the driveway with music thumping from within. It stopped once it crossed over the gate's threshold and the passenger window rolled down. Damian's breath huffed out of his throat when he took in the beauty of a dreamy dark beauty with a dazzling smile of perfect teeth. Goddess braids cascaded over one shoulder as she stared at him with sultry dark eyes.

"What do you want with Adonis?" she asked.

Damian kept his distance from the car but ducked his head low to see her clearly.

"He said he'd help me out when I got free," he said.

"Damian, right?"

"Yeah."

"You should listen to my mother and keep clear of this house. Adonis doesn't live here."

"Listen. I'm a boxer. I only want to talk about boxing and getting into the ring myself. Me and Donnie used to train—"

"Save the story."

"This ain't no scam or nothin'…"

Damian reached into his bag and pulled out the last letter he received from Donnie. He held it out to her window.

"The last thing he wrote to me was that I could find him and see about boxing again. That's it," he said.

The woman reached over and took the letter. She read the two pages front to back and glanced over at him when she was done.

"You took all the heat for him," she said.

He nodded.

She regarded him with a cautious look and handed the letter back. Damian folded it up and placed it in his front jean pocket.

"Why would you take the fall by yourself?" she asked.

"He was my friend. Younger than me. Had a future brighter than mine."

"Still… you paid a high price for my brother," she said.

"You're Athena?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Your Moms is not open to me at all. All I want is to talk to your brother about training. I'm a good fighter."

"As good as him?"

"Better."

Athena's eyes sparkled when he said that.

"You sound pretty confident," she said.

"Donnie said he would help me. I'm free and I'm hungry."

"You betta be. The men climbing into the ring now are bruisers."

"Yeah, well, they ain't fought me yet."

She grinned.

"Try the Delphi Boxing Academy," she said.

Damian stared into her eyes. She had her father's color, and both she and Donnie had the same nose and feisty energy about them. He dug into his bag and pulled out an address book and a small pencil. Writing the name carefully, she told him the address, too.

"Thank you. 'preciate this," he said, holding up his address book.

"Good luck," she said.

She shifted gears and took off. He watched her expensive electric car glide down the street quietly.

"Okay, we're getting somewhere," he told himself.

He walked with a little more pep in his step. His stomach grumbled. Grinning, he held his bag close to his body. He had cash to buy himself a good meal before returning to the halfway house. Thoughts of steak and garlic mashed potatoes made his mouth water. Prison food made him humble. One thousand dollars in his pocket made him desire a gourmet meal. Something Donnie probably ate every night with his pretty wife and daughter.

Damian made it halfway down the street when he noticed Athena's car reversing from the corner. She pulled up next to him.

"You walked here?" she asked.

"Took the bus," he said. "Next one is due in thirty-five minutes."

"Get in," she said.

He gazed at her with uncertainty.

"I'm the one who should look at you like that. I'll give you a ride there. Will you have a way to get home from there?"

"I stay at a halfway house. The curfew is at ten. I have a bus pass."

"Come on," she said.

He hopped in and held his bag on his lap.

"You try anything, I have a taser and the cops on speed dial with my steering wheel," she said, showing him the buttons on her steering wheel.

He nodded.

"Lots of folks have been robbed lately and one old couple was killed near here, so I'm ready for anything crazy," she said.

He gave a smirk and caught her watching his face. At the stoplight, she regarded him for a long time. She dressed like she was on her way to a yoga session or something. Her fingers turned up her music, and they bobbed heads to R & B and some pop fluff.

"What's it like?" he asked.

"What's what like?" she said, turning onto Santa Monica Boulevard.

"Being the daughter of a famous champion and the sister of the latest boxing champion."

Athena rolled her eyes.

"My life stayed the same," she said.

She smelled so good. Her car was brand new and pristine. Her perfume and the hair oils for her protective braids overpowered the new car smell. She had a slender athletic build, full breasts, and average height. He caught her glancing at him a few times. The self-consciousness he normally felt didn't bother him. Something about her made him feel okay about being an ex-con. She didn't judge him or treat him like he was less than her because of it.

An hour later, she pulled into a strip mall.

"That's his car right there," she said.

A sable Rolls Royce SUV took up three spaces parked the wrong way horizontally in front of the Delphi Boxing Academy. Damian gazed at the late model SUV and pumped himself up mentally to see Donnie again.

"I'd take you in and introduce you, but… me and Adonis, we're not exactly in a good place right now," she said.

Her steely eyes were on her steering wheel.

"Thanks for the ride, Athena," he said.

"Good luck with him. He owes you a lot," she said.

Damian stepped out of her car and put her passenger seat back the way he found it. His immense body had to shift the position of the car seat to get comfortable and Athena watched him with amused eyes.

She drove off, and he watched the finest woman he had ever seen in his life disappear into traffic. Her scent, unmatched beauty, and openness aroused his desire for female companionship. Damian had done some things in prison to get him over sexually. Meeting a fine-ass beauty like Athena blotted away some past struggles of jerking off in front of other men, and allowing some to suck him off while he closed his eyes and imagined women like her taking care of him. God had truly watched over him. He had never been assaulted, nor had he resorted to using force on other men to get by. A few pretty boys over the years gave him head when he had to share a cell. When he was given his own solo bunk after beating up too many inmates, Damian used his imagination to satisfy himself. If a nigga couldn't fight in San Quentin, he was prey. He was never the prey. Damian went to jail as a child, barely out of his teenage years. He walked out a haunted man with something to prove to the world.

A boxing champion lived inside of him.

He eyed Donnie's car, then checked out the entrance of the academy. It was better to wait by the man's whip and catch him when he came out. Going inside, Donnie could make up any excuse to leave or hide in an office somewhere and pretend to not be there. Damian tossed his bag on the hood of the SUV and posted up against the quarter of a million-dollar vehicle. Being the champ had nice perks.

He didn't have to wait long.

Adonis Creed strolled out of the gym with a confident, unhurried gait. He wore an olive-colored sweatshirt with a tan blazer. His head was down, preoccupied with his cell phone.

"Hey, my man, can I help you?" Donnie called out, glaring at Damian.

Damian folded his hands across his stomach and stared at him.

"Lemme get a autograph," Damian said before quirking up his extra full lips into a smile.

"Nah, I ain't signing no autographs, but you can get off my car."

Damian grinned harder. Lil nigga tried to put some edge in his throat.

"You don't remember me, huh?" Damian said.

If his smile had been any wider or harder, his lips would've split his face in two as he watched the expression on Donnie's face change with confusion and then garner curiosity. The man stopped walking and studied Damian's face like he was going through a catalog of people he tried to forget when he ran the streets of L.A. pretending to be a hood boy when he was really the son of a rich dead hero from Watts. Born to middle-class parents, Apollo Creed became a superstar athlete in college. He gave up an NFL football career to become a boxer at twenty-six. His youngest son stared at Damian Anderson until a light bulb went off.

"Damian?" Donnie said with a hushed tone in his voice.

Damian held his hands out.

"The one and only," he said.

Donnie walked up to him and they shook hands, bumping shoulders with a half hug shared between them.

"You all swole up, man," Donnie said with a genuine smile.

"I'm tryin' to be like you, bruh."

"You hungry? I was going to grab a bite down the street."

"Yeah, I could eat something."

"You drive?"

"Nah, your sister Athena gave me a ride."

Adonis's body stiffened, and his once friendly smile grew tight.

"Hope that's not a problem. I was over at your Mom's. She wasn't down for me looking for you there. Ran into your sister and she offered a ride. Told me to stay away from Mrs. Creed," Damian said.

"Yeah, Mary Anne ain't one to test."

"I get it. Wasn't tryin' to start no shit, man. Just lookin' for you. Wanted to talk… that's all."

"Get in," Donnie said.

He tapped a key fob, and the SUV opened up. Damian placed his bag in the back passenger seat and then climbed into the front.

Adonis took on a jovial air as they rode down the street. Damian knew it was all for show. Something about the way he reacted to his sister driving him there revealed they were never that tight. Adonis being an outside oops baby probably had a lot to do with that.

Damien tapped his thigh in time with the Hip Hop Donnie blasted through his speakers. The man had it all. Family. Fame. Money.

Damian wanted a piece for himself. Donnie promised him so much for taking the fall from their past. It was time for him to pay up.

They pulled in front of a neighborhood food joint, and Damian stepped out, stretching his arms. Donnie peeped the ankle monitor but said nothing to him about it. A sense of nervous fear crept into the champ's eyes as he regarded the size of Damian's body. Damian ignored it and concentrated on his goal for the moment. Get into Donnie's good graces so they could bond together again.

Donnie glanced at his cell phone and took a call outside near the entrance.

"Athena… yeah… I'm with him now…"

Damian turned away to give the man privacy, but he smiled hearing Athena's name spoken. He focused on the money in his bag that Mary Anne gave him. He could buy Athena a gracious gift for hooking him up. What could a woman like her, who had everything, want from a guy like him as a thank you?

A grim expression came over Donnie's face, but he fixed it quickly as he handed his cell to Damian.

"Hello?" Damian said.

"Glad you found him. Does he look the same as you remembered?"

Damian turned his back on Donnie.

"He does. He didn't recognize me, though," Damian said.

"Do you have a cell phone yet?" she asked.

"I have one—"

"Give me your number," she said.

"323-555-5655," he said.

"I'll call you later to see how everything went. Adonis can be… interesting. Bye."

Damian handed the cell back to Donnie and followed him into the restaurant. The sound of Athena's voice enthralled him. He floated all the way to the booth to eat with her brother.

Chapter 2 HERE.

#Creed #creed 3 #adonis creed #Damian Anderson #rocky #michael b. jordan #jonathan majors #uzumaki rebellion #uzumaki rebellion writes #creed fanfiction #adonis creed fanfiction

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Throwing this at you ikko, because I am obsessed with Pinks fairy’s in Archie’s Knightformers au, butttt, Pharma the freaky little man finding a fairy that can’t run or fly because their wings broken<3 and he uses old test subjects wings to fix theirs despite their disgust to it, partnered with him keeping them as his little pet/experiment.

(Also my friend sent me more pics to use as reaction <3 so I am blessing you with a cat)

compookie!!

rubs hand evilly ohohoh I've been plagued with knightformer pharma and his evil little smile. He's definitely getting his own little fae too.

Quick incomprehensive ramble about my husband, for a moment (sorry prowl) Knightformers / Faeformers are by :

@archie-sunshine and @pinkanonwrites (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

(oofm gets a little bit violent at the end)

I'd say before Pharma went bonkers, his methods are a little less unethical. Like Prowl, he won't care much for these playful cretins. They're adorable, yes. Very soft, too. He can see why First Aid and Ambulon are always so keen on squishing their plush cheeks.

Unfortunately, as much as he tries to find them tolerable, one fae in particular switched his colorcoded books to different shelves can you believe that?

How utterly vulgar. He ought to put them in a Jar and send them to Nyon where Rodimus or whatever lives. That'll do the fine job of shutting them up.

Even more strange, this fae prefers to bother him, of all people. Always pottering along with their tiny feet. The wisp flutter of their wigs as they hover close, tugging on his hat, and cloak. Hiding behind pillars, peeking out then giggling when he notices them.

He'd imagine they go for humans like First Aid or Ambulon, since they are far more gentle with their words than he is to them

The annoyance to that particular fae, though, doesn't last too long.

It was a busy day at the hospital. Darkness veiled the night. He's working the night shift again and everyone had gone to their quarters. The halls are empty. It feels a little isolating but he'll have to make do.

After a small dreadful nap on his desk that left his throat sore and back.pained — Pharma wakes up with something warm over his back. He sits up straight and the something his back billows and pool to the ground. A — he pinches the material between his fingers, eyebrows cocked — blanket?

And the sprinkled dust of glitter on one end drew a smile to that face.

"Good, little cretin."

Pharma and fae aren't particularly close after, but he does acknowledge the fae and does, a little bit, grow more tolerant of them. In the gardens, where he'd go out for fresh air and a semblance for peace, fae would perch on his shoulder as he reads his book. Their tiny legs would swing aimlessly as their eyes peering over to read.

He's not sure the little thing understands but when he'd flip a page a little too early, he's halted by their itty hands and a trill. Pharma waits little, couldn't resist raising a finger and scratching the back of their ears, before turning the page after.

He couldnt retract his finger since fae is already nuzzling against it. So he keeps it there for as long as he remembers ( he couldn't perform surgery and had First Aid take over because of how sore his hand was).

Post-delphi Pharma, though. Yikes, okay. Everything is in shambles. Tarn comes and goes, and as he goes, chaos runs rampant and dances along every crook and cranny of Delphi like a forest fire.

Pharma isn't spared, either.

Fae, and the many others, find themselves scuttling away to a nearby forest. Their friend, a fae with green streaks to their wings, breedles to them about a new hideout in the caves.

Fae nods and follows along, before the group breaks off unceremoniously when a panther had caught on to their little group.

Fae persists to a different path. In doing so, unluckily encounters a bandit when they were trying to flee. It's not your usual, pillaging, loot lover bandit — these were the ones who snatch faeries and strip them of their magic dust.

A lot of fae's have been caught recently and the growing numbers are not one to mess with.

And, a quick scuffle between the two, led to fae hitting the floor hard. They squeak weakly, pawing the ground, trying and failing to flutter their wings. But it hurts. Thair back hurts. Their body hurts

Distraught, the shadow closes in on them, eyes of the bandit white half-moons of mirth as hands almost curl around fae's body—

And a sickening splat resounds after.

Fae opens their eyes and sees a different man looming. It's Pharma, eyes half lidded as he stares over the crook of his nose, down at the body in front of him — not the fae.

One side of his cheek had blood smeared across and over his hand, curls a crimson mottled axe. Fae doesn't want to see what's left of the body and looks away with a small shuddered trill, arms covering their faces.

This isn't the Pharma they knew..

Crass as he were — Pharma would never be so grotesquely vulgar as this.

The medic regards the little cretin for a moment, likely assessing the damage of their wings. He notices there's a stutter in the movements. Muscles, strained. Arms, limp.

Then, with another look to the body, silently, pharma grabs the fae with his free hand — blatantly ignoring their startled trills and their little kicks — and starts heading back to Delphi.

Everything was quiet. The hallways were quiet. The evening air was quiet. Even the gardens they so often mingle about — were dreadfully stale.

Pharma lays the fae down on the table, who scuttles to the edge in a fit of panic.

"I did tell the man to go after the least energetic ones." He murmered and pinches their ankle to stop their movements

Fae kicks at his fingers. He doesn't budge. Instead, he brings out wires from a drawer and starts coiling them into rings.

"Seems like he doesn't very much like listening to my orders." The wires were cold to their wrists then more cooler around ankles. "He's got what's coming, poor fellow. But that's done, now. I don't have to pay him, anymore. He's done enough—"

Fae let's out a squeal and thrashes around.

"Oh, don't give me that look, cretin. You'd think I'd spare your kind after the potential results you could give me?" He says lowly and clamps his entire hand on their body.

The table rattles..Fae shudders and weakly trills, pawing away at his palm. Tears sting their cheeks.

"But no worries." He leans closer. A small smile. "I'm fond of you, I'll give you that. That's only if the gift I'm planning to give you is of your taste. Look around, cretin. A new wing i've culled — just for you. You can choose as many as you like."

And fae swivels around, heart lurching in their chest. They've realized there were jars all around, perched in the shelves and were filled with faes...

Limp shadows. No longer bright. No longer breathing.

A particular jar caught their eye. They were wings. The miniscule body is a mere silhouette under the dim light. And, streaks of green dances across the glint of the wings.

#yikes this got a little bit dark #thanks for the picture compookie!! 🥺🥺 the cats are soooo cute #give me more!!!#knightformers pharma #knightformers #pharma #pharma x reader #knightformers pharma x reader #faeformers #archie sunshine #pink anon writes #maccadan #transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #transformers idw #idw pharma

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