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lovespotion9 · 11 months

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Guilty Pleasure

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x little!reader

word count: 4.7k

a/n: Please do not hesitate to let me know of any warnings I might've missed! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy <3

Wanda's brought you to work with her, and you're so excited. You get to watch your mommy work! She's sat you down at the nearest vacant desk and you're quietly watching her have a serious big-people meeting with the rest of her co-workers, the Mighty Avengers.

"How is my little girl? " Wanda asks, glancing at you and making sure you're all right. You nod at her and try to be good.

"'m okay!," you squeak quietly, shooting her a subtle thumbs up and a shy smile. She laughs at your attempt at maturity and kisses your head, ruffling your hair a little. "Just behave yourself and you can have ice cream when we're finished here, okay?" she says sweetly. "Be a good girl for mommy." You beam at her and nod your head excitedly. "Yes ma'am!," you say with a cheeky grin.

You spend the next while quietly watching the adults talk, eating some candy mommy gave you as a reward for your good behavior. You try to stay out of everyone's way, but your little self has a mind of its own, and it's super interested in what's going on around you.

You get bored after a while, and start to poke around on the computer with some headphones. You've never really been all that good at technology, but you try to use the computer anyways. You click on some random icons until you stumble upon a folder of pictures and videos that have Wanda's name beneath them.

You click on the folder, but a password is required.

You panic. You can't go back to mommy now-- she's still busy talking, and you know better than to bother her when she's having important grown-up conversations.

You try your birthday typed about 3 different ways before the computer accepts your password and lets you into its secret files. You quickly put in the next attempt before the computer can lock you out again.

You're excited now that you have the password, but the folder only has one file in it-- a video.

You click it and it takes you to a website you're not familiar with. A big 'play' button blocks out the majority of the preview, but from what you can see- it's a video of another Mommy and her little sitting on a bed. They're talking quietly, but you can't really hear the words, just their voices. You scroll up and down the video a few times, trying to figure out how the video starts. The Mommy is holding something and you think maybe she has some sort of toy in her hand?

You don't know how to get the video to start, so you just decide to go for it and press the button. The video starts on an angle where you can't see the little's face, but you can see the Mommy.

"Hello, little one," says a sweet voice from behind the camera, "I bet you're excited to make a video with me?" There's a moment of silence, and then the Mommy continues. "Of course you are," she says. She's not speaking loudly, but her voice is soft and sweet, like someone talking to a baby. "You want to make mommy happy, don't you?"

The little nods eagerly. They look a lot like you... around the same age, same hair color, and y/e/c eyes-- but you've never seen the woman holding the toy before. She looks a bit older and taller than your Mommy and she has long dark brown hair and blue eyes.

Suddenly the little is being told to lie down and spread her legs and you notice that they're not wearing a diaper or any panties! Your eyes nervously search the room for Wanda, only to find her engrossed in conversation with the others, her back turned to you and the computer you sit at.

The video starts.

The camera pans to the little, who looks incredibly embarrassed. She's trying to hide her body, her hands clasped over her breasts and between her legs as if she's scared to show her special parts to the camera.

"Oh no, little one," says the Mommy, "you know you have to be good if you want mommy's special toy. You want to make mommy happy, don't you?" The Mommy runs her hand through the little's hair as if to comfort her. "I want you to be a good girl. Can you do that for me, little one?"

The little nods, but she looks nervous.

"Here," says the Mommy, handing the little a paci and some medicine, "you can suck on your paci and have some medicine so you feel better while mommy makes you feel good."

The little hesitates a moment before popping the pacifier in their mouth and swallowing the medicine. "Good girl," says the Mommy, kissing the little's forehead and rubbing her tummy. To your surprise, her hand slowly wanders below the little's waistline, prodding at the wet slit between their legs.

"You're such a good girl for mommy," says the Mommy, "now open up and show me that pretty little cunt."

The little does as she's told, parting her legs and revealing her wet lips and clit to the camera. They're not completely shaved-- she's got a bit of hair, but you've never seen anything like it before. She spreads herself open and the Mommy watches as the little's cunt twitches and gapes, the soft flesh glistening with wetness.

"Look at you, you're such a fucking slut aren't you?" says the Mommy as she starts to slowly finger the little. They moan and their body flinches at the contact.

Your eyes go wide as you watch the dirty scene unfold. Why would Wanda have something like this on her computer? The mommy was being so nasty to the little... did Wanda want to say mean things like that to you? She had only ever been gentle and sweet with you-- even during punishment, she never dared to insult you like the woman in the video does.

"Look at how wet you are," says the Mommy. She pulls her fingers out and spreads the wetness over the little's lips, smearing the slickness into the hair and making it messy.

You check for Wanda again, heart beat slowing a little once you see she's yet to move from her chair at the conference table. You feel a warm sensation beginning to brew in your tummy as you continue to watch the video, trying to listen to what the Mommy and the little are saying as she fingers them.

"Are you going to cum for me?" asks the Mommy. "Show Mommy how wet you are, slut." She speeds up the motions of her fingers and the little's body jolts, their hips starting to twitch as they cum. Her mouth is still wrapped around her paci, so all that escapes her mouth is a muffled high-pitched moan.

There's suddenly a growing heat between your legs that you can't seem to ignore. You squirm a bit in your seat, readjusting your legs to try and alleviate the feeling. You can't help but touch yourself a little while you watch the video-- slipping a tiny hand into your diaper to feel your wet slit. You think about the little and how much fun they're having with the Mommy as you start to play with yourself, your eyes fixed on the screen in front of you.

Your body begins to twitch and your breathing hitches as you feel yourself getting close. It feels so good that you forget where you are, your dumb little brain not thinking to check for Wanda's distraction from what you were doing.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a set of firm, warm hands taking a grip of your shoulders from behind.

"You've wet yourself," she says in that same scary tone. You don't answer-- you can't answer. Your mouth hangs open and you're frozen in fear. She reaches for your hand, gently holding it in her own. "It's okay, sweetheart," she says sweetly, "I think that diaper deserves a little change, don't you?" She turns to the group. "Pardon us, everyone," she says politely as she starts to lead you away, "I need to take my little one to the changing table."

Your eyes are wide with panic as she leads you toward the door. Your brain can't seem to understand what's happening and all you can do is silently follow your Mommy into the changing room.

Once the door shuts behind you, you freeze, unsure what to do or say.

"Go ahead and lay down on the table for Mommy," she says, starting to remove your clothes. You hesitate at first, but do what she says, laying your little body on the cold table, feeling a bit silly as you lay on your back with your legs splayed open in the cold air of the public restroom.

"Silly little girl, getting into Mommy's things" Wanda coos as she removes the blue diaper from your bottom, tossing it aside as she gasps at the scene between your legs.

Your face burns in embarrassment as your Mommy looks at you, examining the way your folds glisten and your slit drips wetness.

Wanda gasps and dramatically draws her painted fingers to her chest in shock. "Mommy's going to have to give you a spanking," she says, smirking, "Did my little girl like what she saw on Mommy's computer? Hm?"

"I'm sorry," you whisper, shamefully looking away from her.

"Oh, silly little girl. It's much too late for all of that." She spreads your legs further apart and leans down, her hot breath sending a chill down your spine. "Do you think you're big enough for Mommy's mouth?"

Your mouth goes dry as you stare at her. You want to answer, you want to tell her that you really don't know, but you can't find your voice.

"Why don't we find out?" she asks, grinning as she leans forward and takes you into her mouth. You gasp, shocked at the sensation of her tongue swirling around your clit, the heat of her mouth. She sucks gently and your eyes flutter shut, moaning quietly.

"You taste so sweet," she says, taking her mouth from you, "such a good girl." She leans in again, the wet heat of her tongue sending you into a daze. Her fingers reach down, rubbing gently at your folds, dipping them in just a bit. You shiver and let out a little whimper, feeling your thighs start to shake.

"Is Mommy gonna make her little girl cum?" Wanda asks innocently, the sound of her voice causing your heart to jump.

"Mhm," you moan, "Yes, Mommy," you moan. She hums and the vibrations cause a jolt of pleasure to go through you. Her fingers press deeper and you can't help but let out a desperate little mewl.

"That's too bad," she says, pulling away, "Mommy's gonna stop, I'm afraid." She stands and moves to look at the door. "I think that's enough fun and games for the night," she says, looking back at you with a grin, "let's get you home, malyshka."

"What? Mommy, no!" you whine, your face red at your outburst.

Her hand comes down on your cheek and your cry out. "No?" she asks, her eyes narrowing, "What has gotten into you, little one?" She chuckles as she starts toward the door, snapping at you to follow.

You sigh, pushing yourself up, getting off the table and following after her. You're not sure what's going on, but you don't think you like it.

***

You frown as Wanda unlocks the front door to the house, and you hesitate for a moment, wondering what you should do.

"Go ahead and head upstairs, malyshka," she says, pulling the door open and stepping inside.

"Yes, Mommy," you say, doing as she says, though you don't take to the stairs right away. You wait, leaning against the wall in the hallway for a moment instead.

You're not sure what's going to happen, but you can't shake the feeling that you're in serious trouble. You hear the front door slam shut and you flinch.

–<_>–

"I'm s-sorry!" you cry as Wanda’s hand comes down on your ass yet again. "I didn't mean to!"

"Aw, but malyshka, you don't look sorry." She frowns, "At least your pathetic little pussy doesn't..." She says, running her delicate fingers through your folds and collecting the sticky slick that coats them.

"Mommy," you whine, trying to cover yourself and stop her from touching you down there. You're too scared to talk back to her, not wanting to be punished any further.

"Such a filthy little girl," she scolds, "look how wet you are for Mommy." She holds up her fingers, collecting your wetness on the tips of them before bringing her hand back between your legs, rubbing your clit in small circles slowly as you moan helplesslyy into the sheets.

She sits between your legs and continues to touch you from behind, dipping two fingers into your waiting hole as her other hand continues to spank you. "Oh, baby, you’re dripping." she says sweetly as she strokes your clit, her fingers running in soft circles.

You sob into the pillows before you as Wanda has her way with you, legs trembling as your mind subconsciously wanders back to the video you had seen earlier. You're so confused by your feelings.

Your body starts to react as you approach your peak, your legs start to spread wider, your hips bucking off the mattress to chase her fingers. Your breath is coming out in ragged moans and whines, your brain completely distracted by the sensation between your legs.

"You gonna cum for Mommy? Hm?" Wanda asks as she rubs her fingers harder against your clit. You nod quickly, biting down on your lip to keep yourself quiet.

"Yeah?" she says sweetly as she speeds up the motion of her fingers.

You nod again, head much too fuzzy to realize that she's slowly inching her fingers away from your cunt until it's too late.

You begin to whine and buck your hips as your orgasm is no longer within reach. "M-mommy!" You cry. She looks up from between your legs and flashes you a devious smile as she brings her wet fingers to her lips and sucks your juices off of them.

"Please," you whine.

"Good girl," she says as she starts to rub again, causing you to gasp and squirm, still feeling on edge after she denied you your orgasm.

"Now get up." She says flatly, removing her hand from your cunt and stepping away from you. Her warm smile has disappeared and her Sokovian accent comes through much rougher than before.

Wanda's accent only comes out like that when she's really upset with you-- it's a bit scary to hear, but you can’t deny the fact that it makes your little brain feel all warm and gooey inside.

You do as she says, pushing yourself off the bed and sitting up. You see her holding the pink pacifier-- the one she likes to use during punishment, and your eyes go wide with fear.

"Put your hands behind your back and come here," she says, walking towards you.

"Please, Mommy," you say, standing up and doing as she says, putting your hands behind your back and letting her grab you and secure the restraints on.

"Dirty little girl," She mumbles as she turns you around so that you're facing her.

"Kneel."

You do as she says, lowering yourself to the ground in front of her. Your heart is pounding in your chest.

"Did Mommy's little baby like the videos she found?" she asks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head back roughly.

"N-no," you say, trying to look down at the floor, not wanting to see the anger on her face.

"No?" she says, "Then why did my little baby get all wet and sticky from watching? Hm?" She lifts your chin with her hand and you look into her eyes. Her face is blank, but her eyes are livid.

"I don't know," you say, not really sure of what else you can say.

"What a naughty, naughty baby," she says, grabbing your face and leaning down so that she's level with you. "You didn't like watching the mommy finger her little?" she asks, raising her eyebrows.

"N-no, I didn't," you say, shaking your head.

"Really? You didn't like when she called them a little slut? Didn't like when she pulled their hair and spit in their mouth, like this?" She does this all while you're staring into her dark green eyes. Your mind is reeling.

"Didn't like when she made her little use their mouth on her, like this?" she asks, grabbing the back of your head and forcing your face into her crotch.

Your nose is stuffed with the thick smell of her cunt as she grinds herself against you, moaning as she does.

"That's right," Wanda groans as she rubs her clit against your face.

You can feel your face flush with warmth as she continues to grind against you, breathing in the thick musk of her cunt, letting her juices soak the bottom half of your face. You attach your lips to her clit and start to suck, causing Wanda to let out a high-pitched moan.

"Just like that, baby," she says as she thrusts her hips into you.

You start to move your mouth to suckle on her cunt, running your tongue in broad strokes to get her wet enough to open for you.

Wanda doesn't let up on the grip she has on your hair, using it to pull you where she wants you to go. Her other hand grabs a fistful of your hair at the nape of your neck, and she starts to guide you.

She pulls your mouth away from her cunt and holds your face still as she moves to sit on the edge of the bed, pushing you to kneel between her legs. She then spreads them again and motions for you to continue before shoving your face back into her cunt. .

"Lick it up, baby," she moans as her hips buck against your mouth. "Dirty slut," she says, pulling your hair.

You start to eat her out like she wants, licking up the juices that run down her thighs. She then grabs your hands and forces them into her cunt, letting out a throaty groan as she does.

You start to finger her, moaning as you do so.

"Yeah, just like that, baby," she says. "Don't you dare stop."

You start to tongue her clit, circling it slowly before sucking on it. Her breathing gets faster and you can feel her start to tense up. You can tell she's close.

"Good girl," she coos, grabbing your face with her hands and holding it against her cunt.

She comes with a deep groan and starts to grind against your mouth as she rides it out. She lets you go when she's finished, and you lick your lips, tasting her as you do.

She looks down at you, mouth held slightly agape as she tries to catch her breath. Then her hands are on you again, shoving you backward and slapping you across the face.

"Lozhis' na krovat', suka" (get on the bed, Bitch) she snarls, holding your chin in her iron grip. You blink several times as the sharp pain on your cheek turns to a dull stinging sensation, but you find your way to the edge of the bed just as she had instructed, nonetheless.

"Did my little baby like that?" she asks, forcing you to look her in the eye as she shakes you by the chin.

You stare at her in disbelief and her lips curl into a snarl as she slaps you across the face again, this time much harder. Your head is spinning, tears filling your eyes as you blink rapidly.

"Answer me," she barks, "did my little baby like that?"

"N-no, I didn't, Mommy," you whimper. She slaps you again.

"No? What's this, then?" she asks, kicking your legs open once again and motioning to the growing slick between your legs.

"You know what I think?" she says, leaning down so that her nose is touching yours. "I think you're a fucking liar" She wipes the slick from your inner thighs onto her fingers before she places them against your lips. "Suck," she demands, forcing them past your lips.

You take her fingers in your mouth and suck the thick juices off of them, hollowing out your cheeks as you do.

She pulls them out and spits on your cunt before pushing your legs further apart and spanking your mound harshly. You cry out and bite your lip as you try to stifle any more sound from coming out of you.

"Did I tell you to be quiet?" she asks as she grabs your jaw, pulling it towards her and kissing you roughly before slapping your cheek again.

You let out another sharp cry, sobbing as she grabs you by the hair and yanks your head back.

"No, you didn't, Mommy," you whisper. She releases her grip on you.

She's silent for a minute, seemingly scanning the room for a way to break you before those green eyes of hers light up with an idea. She reaches towards the nightstand and grabs the little bottle of lube that's usually reserved for her toys.

"Since you don't know what you want," she says as she pours a large amount of the lubricant into her hand, rubbing it between her fingers, "then I will show you."

"No," you cry as she approaches you.

"Quiet."

You start to thrash against your restraints as she rubs her lubed fingers against your entrance.

"Please!" You cry, looking up at her.

She spanks you again.

"If you keep it up, I'll gag you and have my way with you anyway, you little whore."

She presses her fingers into your entrance and starts to work you open, spreading your pussy with her long fingers as she does. She lets out a throaty moan as she feels you start to get wetter from her fingers.

"See, baby," she says as she continues to stretch you open. "You want this. You love it when Mommy fucks you with her fingers."

"No," you sob.

"No, no, no." She shakes her head before withdrawing her dripping fingers from your cunt. "Looks like somebody's learned a new word today, huh?"

You shut your eyes as tears run down your cheeks, the sound of Wanda fumbling in her special closet echoing throughout the room.

She pulls the toys she's selected out of the box, examining each one to make sure she has all she needs. You try to close your legs and kick her away, but she's already inching the newly secured strap-on closer and closer to the throbbing space between your legs.

"Come on, baby," she coos as she grabs your hips and forces you back to the edge of the bed. "Mommy's gonna make you feel real good."

She presses the tip of the dildo against your entrance and starts to rub it back and forth, letting it glide against your soaked cunt. You try to wiggle away from her, but she grabs your hips with both hands and slaps her dildo against your mound.

You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as she starts to rub herself against you, coating her strap-on in your juices.

"Just like that," she purrs as she leans forward, pulling your arms behind your back again and taking your wrists into her hands. You stare up at her as she guides your hands together, placing a piece of rope around your wrists and securing it to your restraints.

She then sits back and admires her work, bringing her hand down to run her fingers across your nipples. She looks down at you and smirks. "Now, Mommy's gonna make you cum." She starts to rub the dildo against your slit before starting to push into you. "And you're gonna stay nice and quiet, okay?"

"Mhm!" You whine as she inches the fake cock into you, letting out a sharp cry as she does.

"Quiet, baby." She says, slapping your thigh. She then starts to thrust the dildo into you, slowly at first, before increasing her pace. She moves the strap-on in and out of you, pushing it in until her hips are flush with yours before pulling out slowly again.

You moan quietly into her ear as she fucks you. The sound of the bed creaking in unison with the sound of her hips hitting your thighs is so lewd that you can feel your cunt start to throb, desperate for more friction.

"You like this malyshka? Hm?" She whispers in your ear, "You like when Mommy fucks her little girl like the slut she is?"

You nod and she pulls her hips back, thrusting into you again.

"Say it, baby."

"I like it," you say, trying not to cry out as she begins to fuck you faster, harder.

"That's right," she coos as she kisses your cheek, her fingers rubbing against your clit as she does so.

The sound of the fake cock slamming into you echoes throughout the room and your juices start to drip down your thighs.

"Just a filithy little cockwhore who wants to be fucked senseless, isn't that right, malyshka?" She spits in your face and grabs a fistful of your hair as you cry out.

"M-mhm," you stutter. "I can't think right, Mommy," you whine. "Please, let me cum," you beg as her hand returns to your clit, rubbing small circles around it.

"Aw, that's alright, detka. Dumb little sluts like you don't have to think. That's why you have Mommy, hm?" She pants, keeping the same grueling pace with the strap-on.

"Please," you cry.

"Tell Mommy what you want, slut."

"I wanna cum," you moan, the tears in your eyes threatening to spill out as your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach.

"Aw, my love, you know only good little girls get to cum." She slaps your cheek, making you cry out. "Are you a good little girl?"

"I-I am!"

"Do good little girls lie to their mommies?" she asks as she continues to rub your clit.

"N-no."

"Then tell me what a good little girl would say, right now." She spanks your thigh.

"I- I liked the video, Mommy" you start, gasping for air as Wanda continues to fuck you.

"Keep going."

"I loved it."

"Keep going, baby," she says, increasing her speed with the dildo.

"I love it when you're mean to me. I want you to call me dirty names." you sob, cheeks burning in embarrassment and shame, the sounds of your juices squelching around Wanda's cock filling the room.

"You're such a good little whore," she moans into your ear, pushing the dildo in as deep as it can go, grinding her hips against you.

"Oh, no, Mommy, I'm gonna--" you cut yourself off with a moan,

"Shhh, me too, malyshka. Cum with Mommy" She groans.

Your head is spinning as Wanda's fingers work your clit and her hips slam into you, you can feel every inch of her cock as it stretches your cunt, filling you to the brim with her length.

"I love you, Mommy," you gasp as your orgasm builds.

"I love you too, baby," she whispers into your ear.

"Mommy--" you cut yourself off with a loud groan, the warm, tingling feeling of your orgasm crashing over you, and you can hear Wanda's voice in the distance as she groans and grinds against you.

She thrusts into you several more times, riding out her orgasm as well.

After a moment, she pulls out and turns you over, removing your restraints. You lie on the bed, unable to move.

"There, there," she says as she lays next to you and pets your hair.

You turn your head towards her and smile. She kisses you on the lips and pets your cheek.

"Let's get you all cleaned up, princess" she smiles, sitting up. "Then maybe we'll watch some more videos, hm?"

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ohgaylor · 1 year

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Pt. 2 of That’s Gay Tay — a list of 🌈 lyrics Taylor has written (that are either queer-coded, implicit, or otherwise explicitly gay)

*disclaimer — this is a massively long post but that’s precisely the point. I hope you enjoy the richness of her music through this lens as much as I enjoyed compiling it. And be sure to click Keep Reading for the full, thorough, beautiful list. (ps. it may glitch and not show the full list, but it should end with Daylight) ☀️

Wonderland — “Too in love to think straight”

I Wish You Would — “We’re a crooked love in a straight line down”

Love Story (original) — “This love is different, but it's real”

Welcome To New York — “Kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats under coats”

Me! — “But one of these things is not like the others, like a rainbow with all of the colors."

The Very First Night — “We broke the status quo”

Better Off — “We don't have to do things their way”

Forever Winter — “It’s not just a phase I’m in”

invisible string — “Time, wondrous time gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies”

Welcome To New York — “And you can want who you want, boys and boys and girls and girls."

ME! — “And you're the kinda guy the ladies want (And there's a lotta cool chicks out there)”

long story short — “The knife cuts both ways”

Vigilante Shit — “I don’t dress for women, I don’t dress for men”

Out Of The Woods — “The rest of the world was black and white. But we were in screaming color”

illicit affairs — “You showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else... You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else”

Daylight — “I once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden“

Crazier — “You showed me somethin' that I couldn't see, you opened my eyes, and you made me believe”

Question…? — “We had one thing goin' on I swear that it was somethin' cause I don't remember who I was before you painted all my nights a color I've searched for since”

State of Grace — “So you were never a saint, and I loved in shades of wrong. We learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts. But this love is brave and wild”

A Place In This World — “Trying to see through the rain coming down even though I'm not the only one who feels the way I do”

Holy Ground — “Yeah, you skip the conversation when you already know”

cowboy like me — “Takes one to know one, you’re a cowboy like me”

So It Goes… — “'Cause, baby, I know what you know. We can feel it”

Message In A Bottle — “I know that you like me and it's kinda frightenin' standin' here waitin', waitin'”

Crazier — “I'd never gone with the wind, just let it flow, let it take me where it wants to go 'til you open the door, there's so much more I'd never seen it before. I was tryin' to fly but I couldn't find wings, but you came along and you changed everything”

Treacherous — “Forever going with the flow But you're friction”

the 1 — “We never painted by the numbers, baby, but we were making it count”

The Other Side of the Door — “All I need is on the other side of the door”

invisible string — “And it's cool, baby, with me”

Don’t Blame Me — “Something happened for the first time”

Holy Ground — “We had this big wide city all to ourselves. We blocked the noise with the sound of, "I need you" and for the first time, I had something to lose”

Cruel Summer — “And it's new, the shape of your body”

You’re On Your Own Kid — “I picked the petals, he loves me not. Something different bloomed”

Hits Different — “Movin' on was always easy for me to do. It hits different, it hits different 'cause it's you”

ivy — “I wish to know the fatal flaw that makes you long to be magnificently cursed”

Getaway Car — “I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed”

ivy — “Tarnished but so grand”

Don’t Blame Me — “For you, I would cross the line”

Don’t Blame Me — “I would fall from grace just to touch your face”

Question…? — “Do you wish you could still touch her? … Did you realize, out of time, she was on your mind”

cardigan — “But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs”

Labyrinth — “I'll be gettin' over you my whole life”

Bigger Than The Whole Sky — “And I've got a lot to pine about. I've got a lot to live without”

ivy — “I just sit here and wait, grieving for the living”

the 1 — “It would've been fun If you would've been the one”

Hits Different — “And I felt you and I held you for a while”

‘tis the damn season — “And the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you and my hometown“

Midnight Rain — “So I peered through a window, a deep portal, time travel, all the love we unravel”

The Great War — “I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone”

Death By A Thousand Cuts — “I look through the windows of this love, even though we boarded them up. Chandelier's still flickering here”

illicit affairs — “And you know damn well, for you, I would ruin myself a million little times”

dress — “Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try and if I get burned, at least we were electrified”

I Did Something Bad — “They say I did something bad. Then why's it feel so good?”

Treacherous — “This hope is treacherous, this daydream is dangerous”

gold rush — “I can't dare to dream about you anymore”

Mastermind — “Once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned. You and I ended up in the same room, at the same time”

King of My Heart — “And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for”

The Archer — “Combat, I'm ready for combat. I say I don't want that, but what if I do?”

22 — “You look like bad news I gotta have you”

gold rush — “Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush”

I Know Places — “It's a scene and we're out here in plain sight I can hear them whisper as we pass by... Something happens when everybody finds out. See the vultures circling, dark clouds”

Cornelia Street — “You hold my hand on the street”

All Of The Girls — “We’re sneakin’ out into town, holding hands, just killing time”

Wonderland — “Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?”

Sparks Fly — “And you stood there in front of me, just close enough to touch”

Enchanted — “The lingering question kept me up 2AM, who do you love?”

the 1 — “I persist and resist the temptation to ask you if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?”

Treacherous — “Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don’t touch... And I'll do anything you say if you say it with your hands”

Untouchable — “Untouchable like a distant diamond sky. I'm reaching out and I just can't tell you why I'm caught up in you”

Message In A Bottle — “I'm reachin' for you, terrified”

The Great War — “My hand was the one you reached for”

Delicate — “Sometimes, when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine all the damn time”

Gorgeous — “There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have”

You Belong With Me — “Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time”

Angelina — “He’s got everything you’d wanna be... Watch him run across to Angelina, But I won’t cause I have always been a bit reckless”

ivy — “My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand, taking mine, but it's been promised to another”

august — “Your back beneath the sun, wishin' I could write my name on it”

Gorgeous — “You've ruined my life by not being mine”

willow — “Lost in your current like a priceless wine”

ivy — “Oh, I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland. My house of stone, your ivy grows and now I'm covered”

You All Over Me — “I've still got you all over me”

Maroon — “And I wake with your memory over me”

Delicate — “Is it cool that I said all that? Is it too soon to do this yet? ‘cause I know that it's delicate”

Cruel Summer — “And I scream, ‘For whatever it's worth, I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?’”

Snow On The Beach — “You wanting me, tonight feels impossible”

The Other Side of the Door — “All I really want is you To stand outside my window throwin' pebbles, screamin', "I'm in love with you"

Glitch — “We were supposed to be just friends… I think there’s been a glitch”

Welcome Distraction — “I can’t win, so I give in. The more I fight, it just gets stronger. You’re an inconvenient kind of satisfaction, welcome distraction”

The Very First Night — “And so it was, we never saw it coming. Not trying to fall in love but we did like children running”

You Are In Love — “Pauses, then says ‘You’re my best friend’”

Paper Rings — “I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this”

Maroon — “Laughing with my feet in your lap Like you were my closest friend”

Dress — “Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off”

Dress — “All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation. My hands are shaking from holding back from you.”

Don’t Blame Me — “Shaking, pacin', I just need you”

illicit affairs — “clandestine meetings and longing stares”

ivy — “How's one to know? I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones In a faith-forgotten land”

Delicate — “Come here, you can meet me in the back”

willow — “Wait for the signal, and I'll meet you after dark”

Lavender Haze — “Meet me at midnight”

You Are In Love — “One look, dark room, meant just for you”

So It Goes… — “See you in the dark, all eyes on you, my magician”

We Were Happy — “No one could touch the way we laughed in the dark”

Gorgeous — “And you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room”

ivy — “Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow”

Mastermind — “And the touch of a hand lit the fuse”

It’s Nice To Have A Friend — “Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand”

Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve — “If you never touched me, I would've gone along with the righteous. if I never blushed, then they could've never whispered about this”

willow — “I'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans”

Death By A Thousand Cuts — “Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand”

…Ready for It? — “In the middle of the night, in my dreams, I know I'm gonna be with you, so I take my time”

gold rush — “I don't like anticipatin' my face in a red flush”

Dress — “Our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you”

Dress — “Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothin'”

Hits Different — “I slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car”

Cruel Summer — “I'm drunk in the back of the car And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar. Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you”

Invisible — “We could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable, instead of just invisible”

Crazier — “Baby, you showed me what livin' is for, I don't wanna hide anymore”

King of My Heart — “Your love is a secret I’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep”

Dear Reader — “Dear reader, the greatest of luxuries is your secrets”

All Of The Girls — “Secret jokes all alone”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied — “I, I loved you in secret, first sight, yeah, we love without reason”

…Ready For It — “Lights down low, no one has to know”

Wildest Dreams — “I said, ‘No one has to know what we do’”

I Can See You — “What would you do if they never found us out? What would you do if we never made a sound?”

The Very First Night — “No one knows about the words that we whisper, no one knows how much I miss you”

Last Kiss — “The words that you whispered for just us to know”

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things — “I'm laughing with my lover, makin' forts under covers”

Paris — “Privacy sign on the door and on my page and on the whole world. Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours”

You Are In Love — “You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home.”

peace — “Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other”

Dear Reader — “I prefer hiding in plain sight”

Don’t Blame Me — “In the darkest little paradise”

happiness — “Showed you all of my hiding spots”

The Archer — “Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?”

Cruel Summer — “And I snuck in through the garden gate, every night that summer just to seal my fate”

Love Story — “So I sneak out to the garden to see you. We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew, so close your eyes. Escape this town for a little while”

Question...? — “Did you lеave her house in the middle of the night?”

You’re On Your Own Kid — “I see the great escape, so long, Daisy May”

Our Song — “Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window”

willow — “Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneakin' in, as if you were a mythical thing”

Daylight — “Back and forth from New York (Sneaking in your bed)”

All Too Well — “And there we are again when nobody had to know… you kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath”

Cornelia Street — “Sacred new beginnings that became my religion”

False God — “The altar is my hips, even if it's a false god, we'd still worship this love”

So It Goes… — “And wear you like a necklace”

I Know Places — “I know places we won't be found, and they'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down, I know places we can hide”

cardigan — “But I knew you, playing hide-and-seek and giving me your weekends”

‘tis the damn season — “You could call me "babe" for the weekend“

King Of My Heart — “You try on callin' me "baby" like tryin' on clothes”

peace — “All these people think love’s for show but I would die for you in secret”

hoax — “Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in”

ivy — “I'd live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time”

Wildest Dreams — “Let's get out of this town, drive out of the city, away from the crowds”

gold rush — “And the coastal town we wandered 'round had nеver seen a love as pure as it”

Hits Different — “Freedom felt like summеr then on the coast”

Getaway Car — “It was the great escape, the prison break, the light of freedom on my face”

Run — “Darling, let's run, run from it all. we can go where our eyes can take us, go where no one else is”

Love Story — “Take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run”

Just South Of Knowing Why — “She looked at her keys and found a reason to run”

Call It What You Want — “You don't need to save me, but would you run away with me?"

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince — “Voted most likely to run away with you”

Better Man — “I know the bravest thing I ever did was run”

Blank Space — “Love’s a game, wanna play?”

…Ready For It — “Baby, let the games begin”

This Is Why We Cant Have Nice Things — “I want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck, because he owns me, but 'cause he really knows me, which is more than they can say”

King of My Heart — “'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars, with their Range Rovers and their Jaguars, never took me quite where you do”

The Lucky One — “And your lover in the foyer doesn't even know you”

Cruel Summer — “Bad, bad boy, Shiny toy with a price. You know that I bought it”

exile — “I can see you starin', honey, like he's just your understudy, like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me”

right where you left me — “Wages earned and lessons learned”

All Of The Girls — “Fake love out on the town”

You’re On Your Own Kid — “The jokes weren’t funny, I took the money, my friends from home don’t know what to say”

Midnight Rain — “He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain. He wanted a bride, I was making my own name, chasing that fame”

Hits Different — “I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost”

Better Than Revenge — “Soon she's gonna find stealing other people's toys on the playground won't make you many friends”

Blank Space — “Got a long list of ex-lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane. But I've got a blank space, baby and I'll write your name”

Getaway Car — “I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason”

Don’t Blame Me — “Toyin' with them older guys, just playthings for me to use.”

Bejeweled — “And when I meet the band, they ask, ‘Do you have a man?’ I could still say, ‘I don’t remember’”

All Of The Girls — “Cryin’ in the bathroom for some dude whose name I cannot remember now”

Gorgeous — “And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us. He's in the club doin' I don't know what”

cowboy like me — “Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon. With your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con”

cowboy like me — “I've got some tricks up my sleeve”

Dear Reader — “Dear reader, if it feels like a trap, you're already in one”

long story short — “Now I'm all about you I'm all about you”

I Did Something Bad — “I never trust a playboy, but they love me. So I fly 'em all around the world and I let them think they saved me”

I Think He Knows — “I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans”

Mastermind — “What if I told you I'm a mastermind? And now you're mine. It was all by dеsign”

willow — “Every bait-and-switch was a work of art”

long story short — “And he’s passing by, rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky”

Snow On The Beach — “I saw flecks of what could've been lights, but it might just have been you”

cowboy like me — “And the ladies lunching have their stories about when you passed through town”

False God — “We might just get away with it”

cowboy like me — “Perched in the dark tellin’ all the rich folks anything they wanna hear like it could be love, I could be the way forward, only if they pay for it.”

Glitch — “I'd go back to wanting dudes who give nothing”

Lavender Haze — “No deal The 1950s shit they want from me I just wanna stay in that lavender haze”

Blank Space — “New money, suit and tie. I can read you like a magazine”

cowboy like me — “Never wanted love, just a fancy car”

Midnight Rain — “I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted”

cardigan — “Chasin' shadows in the grocery line I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired”

Lavender Haze — “Talk your talk and go viral I just need this love spiral. Get it off your chest, get it off my desk”

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things — “And here’s to my baby. He ain’t reading what they call me lately”

Blank Space — “You can tell me when it's over, mmm. If the high was worth the pain”

… Ready For It? — “I see nothing better, I keep him forever like a vendetta-ta”

long story short — “If the shoe fits walk in it ‘til your high heals break”

cowboy like me — “ And the old men that I've swindled really did believe I was the one”

Hits Different — “Rip the band-aid off and skip town likе an asshole outlaw”

Lavender Haze — “All they keep asking me iIs if I'm gonna be your bride. The only kinda girl they see is a one-night or a wife”

Dear Reader — “To a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there”

High Infidelity — “Storm coming, good husband, bad omen. Dragged my feet right down the aisle. At the house lonely, good money. I'd pay if you'd just know me. Seemed like the right thing at the time.”

Sweet Nothing — “All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin'”

Out Of The Woods — “Are we out of the woods? Are we in the clear yet?”

You Are In Love — “You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round”

I Know Places — “'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run”

So It Goes… — “Gold cage, hostage to my feelings”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied — “Picture of your face in an invisible locket”

Run — “And the note from the locket, you keep it in your pocket since I gave it to you”

cowboy like me — “And the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up”

seven — “And I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates. Then you won't have to cry or hide in the closet”

this is me trying — “They told me all of my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential”

champagne problems — “Your hometown skeptics called it champagne problems”

Midnight Rain — “My town was a wasteland, full of cages, full of fences, pageant queens and big pretenders but for some, it was paradise”

dorothea — “skippin' the prom Just to piss off your mom and her pageant schemes”

New Romantics — “The rumors are terrible and cruel, But, honey, most of them are true."

End Game — “Reputation precedes me, in rumors, I'm knee-deep”

End Game — “Big reputation, big reputation. Ooh, you and me would be a big conversation”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied — “People started talking, putting us through our paces. I knew there was no one in the world who could take it”

Paris — “I want to transport you to somewhere the culture’s clever, confess my truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters”

Run — “We shouldn't be in this town”

You’re On Your Own Kid — “I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out”

the lakes — “I don’t belong and my beloved, neither do you”

the 1 — “You know the greatest films of all time were never made”

The Archer — “'Cause cruelty wins in the movies”

exile — “I think I’ve seen this film before, and I didn’t like the ending”

The Archer — “And all of my heroes die all alone. Help me hold on to you”

Message In A Bottle — “'Cause you could be the one that I love, I could be the one that you dream of”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied — “I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us”

Better Off — “Somehow it feels like we're flying, don't want to come down. But they make it so tough cause everyone we know is trying to push us apart hide it down in our hearts”

Question...? — “Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room and every single one of your friends was makin' fun of you? But fifteen seconds later, thеy were clappin' too?”

the lakes — “I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones these hunters with cell phones”

Run — “This thing was a shot in the dark. Say you'll never let 'em tear us apart”

tolerate it — “I know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it”

ivy — “What would he do if he found us out?”

Ours — “Seems like there’s always someone who disapproves, they’ll judge it like they know about me and you”

New Romantics — “'Cause baby, I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me”

ivy — “So yeah, it's a war. It's the goddamn fight of my life, and you started it.”

You Are In Love — “And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars, and why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words”

Change — “Can you feel it now? These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down. This revolution, the time will come for us to finally win.”

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince — “And I'll never let you (go) 'cause I know this is a (fight) that someday we're gonna (win)”

Afterglow — “This ultraviolet morning light below tells me this love is worth the fight”

long story short — “When I dropped my sword I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door. And we live in peace but if someone comes at us, this time, I'm ready”

dorothea — “Are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers?”

betty — “If I showed up at your party, would you have me, would you want me?”

Maroon — “The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon”

So It Goes… — “Lipstick on your face”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied — “Could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets”

You All Over Me — “With your hands in your pockets and your "Don't you wish you had me?" grin. Well I did, so I smiled and I melted like a child”

champagne problems — “November flush and your flannel cure”

gold rush — “What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes”

Style — “You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt”

Gorgeous — “You’re so gorgeous, can’t say anything to your face, ‘cause look at your face”

Paris — “I'm so in love that I might stop breathing”

I’d Lie — “I'm holding every breath for you”

Crazier — “Feels like I'm fallin' and I am lost in your eyes”

gold rush — “Gleaming, twinkling, eyes like sinking ships on waters, so inviting, I almost jump in

Delicate — “Do the girls back home touch you like I do?”

Tear Drops on My Guitar — “I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about”

I’d Lie — “His sister's beautiful”

Me And Britney — “Me and Britney used to sit on the front porch drinking lemonade, talking 'bout things no one else was ever supposed to hear in the summer shade”

seven — “Cross your heart, won't tell no other, and though I can’t recall your face I still got love for you. Your braids like a pattern. Love you to the Moon and to Saturn”

Cross My Heart — “So I cross my heart and hope for you, knock on wood and rope the moon”

This Is What You Came For — “Lightning strikes every time she moves and everybody’s watching her but she’s looking at you”

Hits Different — “Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief in the good in the world”

Angelina — “Angelina’s got a pretty face And really long brown hair”

dorothea — “It's never too late to come back to my side, the stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo. And if you're ever tired of bеin' known for who you know, you know that you'll always know me”

I Know Places — “And you know for me, it's always you”

Hits Different — “You were the one that I loved”

ivy — “He wants what’s only yours”

Me and Britney — “That boy she ran off with, well, I thought he was crazy. Maybe I was just jealous that he'd come between me and Britney”

Vigilante Shit — “Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife”

betty — “Slept next to her, but I dreamt of you all summer long”

Haunted — “And he just might make me smile but the whole time, I'm wishing he was you instead”

Just South of Knowing Why — “I could tell that her smile was only something to hide behind, she felt so out of touch, because she just felt too much”

‘tis the damn season — “And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'“

The Way I Loved You — “He can't see the smile I'm faking and my heart's not breaking, ‘cause I'm not feeling anything at all”

Teardrops on My Guitar — “fake a smile so he won’t see”

Nothing New — “And my cheeks are growing tired from turning red and faking smiles”

exile — “I can see you standing, honey with his arms around your body, laughin', but the joke's not funny at all”

Mine — “I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter. She is the best thing that's ever been mine”

King of My Heart — “Up on the roof with a school girl crush”

Karma — “Sweet like justice, karma is a queen”

How You Get The Girl — “And you were too afraid to tell her what you want... I would wait forever and ever And that's how it works. That's how you get the girl”

cardigan — “Chase two girls, lose the one”

Hits Different — “Bet I could still melt your world argumentative, antithetical dream girl”

The Man — “What's it like to brag about raking in dollars, and getting bitches and models?”

The Great War — “And maybe it was egos swinging, maybe it was her”

The Other Side of the Door — “With your face and the beautiful eyes, and the conversation with the little white lies, and the faded picture of a beautiful night. You carried me from your car up the stairs. And I broke down crying, was she worth this mess? After everything and that little black dress, after everything I must confess, I need you”

Our Song — “Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have”

Tim McGraw — “I hope you think that little black dress, think of my head on your chest, and my old faded blue jeans”

evermore — “sending signals to be double-crossed”

Anti-Hero — “I should not be left to my own devices They come with prices and vices I end up in crisis”

exile — “I gave so many signs”

The Archer — “And I cut off my nose just to spite my face, then I hate my reflection for years and years”

Anti-Hero — “I'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror. It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero”

Dear Reader — “Never take advice from someone who's falling apart”

coney island — “And do you miss the rogue Who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?“

mirrorball — “I'll show you every version of yourself tonight”

The Archer — “I’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches I almost said to you”

evermore — “I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong. Writing letters addressed to the fire.”

The Archer — “The room is on fire, invisible smoke”

Clean — “I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing”

The Great War — “Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked, spineless in my tomb of silence”

long story short — “Misery Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep”

peace — “I never had the courage of my convictions, as long as danger is near”

Sweet Nothing — “And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more" to you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it”

Dear Reader — “Dear reader, you don't have to answer just 'cause they asked you”

this is me trying — “And maybe I don't quite know what to say, but I'm here in your doorway”

Anti-Hero — “One day I'll watch as you're leaving ‘cause you got tired of my scheming, for the last time”

long story short — “I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me”

coney island — “Sorry for not making you my centerfold”

High Infidelity — “You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love. The slowest way is never loving them enough”

coney island — “But when I walked up to the podium, I think that I forgot to say your name”

Dear Reader — “These desperate prayers of a cursed man spilling out to you for free, but darling, darling, please, you wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking if you knew where I was walking”

Daylight — “There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven“

High Infidelity — “You said I was freeloading … I bent the truth too far tonight, I was dancing around, dancing around it”

coney island — “Will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?”

this is me trying —“Pouring out my heart to a stranger, but I didn't pour the whiskey”

Picture To Burn — “So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and crazy. That's fine, I'll tell mine you're gay.”

High Infidelity — “Lock broken, slur spoken”

You Need To Calm Down — “Can you just not step on our gowns?”

You Need To Calm Down — “Why are you mad when you could be GLAAD?”

You Need To Calm Down — “Cause shade never made anybody less gay”

the 1 — “Rosé flowing with your chosen family”

Maroon — “And I chose you The one I was dancing with In New York”

peace — “Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother”

right where you left me — “I swear you could hear a hair pin drop”

The Great War — “Your finger on my hairpin triggers”

willow — “They count me out time and time again”

Hey Stephen — “I'm waiting alone now, so come on and come out. And pull me near and shine, shine, shine”

Dear Reader — “You should find another guiding light, guiding light But I shine so bright”

Daylight — “I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night. And now I see daylight"

Daylight — “You gotta step into the daylight and let it go”

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How Steven reacts when reader hugged him from behind while he’s cooking for you?

OKAY OKAY OKAY HE’D BE THE CUTEST, NONNY!!!

Honestly, can you image this in like a cute long-term, committed, and dedicated relationship where the two cutie patooties are living together??? Like I feel this situation would happen the most with Steven out of all the Moon Boys. Sure, Marc and Jake would cook for you, but it’d be more of a special occasion kind of thing. But Steven? He’d love to do it on the regular (PREPARE FOR FLUFF)

Master Chef (Steven Grant x Reader Drabble/One Shot)

A big smile pulls across your lips as you glance up from the invoices and different colored calendars on your computer screen. Steven, ever the angel, wouldn’t even let you get near the kitchen when you got home, even though you beat him by a minute and forty-three seconds. Although this wasn’t the busiest week that you’ve ever had and you don’t mind being the one to cook dinner, Steven loves to cook for you. Not only does he adore your reaction to the final dish, but he treasures your eagerness as you try to guess the dish he’s putting together, and the questions you ask about his cooking techniques. While you enjoy watching him work and the process he undergoes, you love the little things he mutters as he works: “In the pot you go.” “C’mon, bruv, cooperate with me now, yeah?” “Well aren’t you the prettiest bunch of parsley I’ve ever seen!”

Tonight, the pinnacle of Steven’s cute concentration faces scrunches up is brown as his reading glasses are perched low on his nose, his eyes deciphering the unfamiliar cookbook. Moving your computer to the empty spot next to you, you quietly get up from the couch. In all honesty, you could have gotten up like you normally would and he probably wouldn’t have budged. Avoiding the creaky boards in the floor, you pad over to the kitchen, getting right behind Steven, wrapping your arms around his middle. Steven doesn’t gasp or jolt stick straight. The tiny flinch that does ripple through is body is one of delighted surprise, a sign that he isn’t only comfortable with you, but he’s at ease with your life together.

“Hello, love,” he smiles, turning his head to catch a glimpse at you. The corners of his eyes crinkling as his coffee orbs twinkle and go as soft as the curls in his hair. “Tryin’ to get a sneak peak of tonight’s main attraction, aren’t we?”

“No,” you hum as you rest your head on his back. “I just love you.”

You feel the chuckle rumble through his chest before the sound meets your ears. Your grip around him is loose enough where he can turn so you both stand chest to chest. Steven leans in, embracing you in a sweet kiss, his hands anchoring himself to your waist.

“I love you, too,” he says softly, his nose nudging mine. “And thank you for not sneaking up on me while I had a knife in my hands.”

You giggle as you go back in for a kiss, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

“You sure I can’t help you with anything, hon?” you whisper. “Cooking is fun when it’s with someone you love.”

“It is. But it is also incredibly fun for me to watch your face light up when you take that first bite of whatever I cook you—that you trust me so much to make something that I think you’d like. I love it. It’s almost as fun for me as when you kiss me. Almost.” His hands give your waist a little squeeze. “And other things.”

“Hm, I do enjoy those other things. But I do love watching you, too, and savoring the dishes you make me,” you admit. “I’ll leave you to it. And then maybe, after dinner, I’ll do some of those other things that you like almost as much.”

Steven’s eyes sparkle as he leans forward for a kiss dripping with the purest and most intense passion possible, making your back arch so much that you would’ve lost balance had it not been for him holding onto you. With a breathless chuckle, you slide out of Steven’s grip and move back to your makeshift workspace, enjoying the sight of your boyfriend as he works on dinner with a new energy about him.

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Greed's Possession

Mammon POV, 5.7k words

Warnings: ptsd, flashbacks, panic attack, spoilers for Nightbringer lessons 8-13 to 9-2 and information from the main Obey Me game

Summary: I just wanted to expand further on the premise of these lessons and information I learned from the main game. Seemed interesting to explore a defining moment in Mammon's life.

Ever since becoming one of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld, Mammon had taken a liking to wandering about the city nearest the House of Lamentation and checking out the shops along the street. There were so many things he’d never seen before, the Devildom was still a place he was getting used to, and with all the different gimmicks and gags it was like any day could be an adventure or opportunity to find something new.

He wasn’t about to try any new snacks though, not without someone else at his side. Winning one prize was enough to put him off the idea entirely.

But.

“Oh hello,” he stopped at the shop’s window and peered in closer. This shop seemed to specialize in jewelry and other little trinkets, bracelets and necklaces modeled on a few busts while rings glittered in glass cases nearest the window. So many jewels sparkling in a myriad of colors, but there was something in particular that caught his eye.

“Welcome,” a demon greeted him with a warm smile and raised a hand to beckon him inside, “I see you’ve a fine eye, would you care to come inside and admire our other wares?”

“O-Oh, uh…” He took a half step back, then caught himself. “Nah, I was just lookin’.”

The demon’s gaze drifted over him, her eyes sparkling not too unlike the jewelry he’d admired. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before, are you new to the area?”

“Ah… sorta…” He looked down the street, unsure what to-

Wait a second.

He turned to her again with a coy grin, “I’m surprised you haven’t heard of me already, I’m one of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld.”

“Oh… wow,” she mused, sufficiently impressed. “You mean you were among the demons that tamed the beast? I had no idea.”

“That’s right,” he said, placing a hand on his hip with pride. “I was the one who led the whole thing too, I’m known as the Great Mammon.”

“The Great Mammon,” she repeated in awe, clasping her hands together and gazing at him adoringly. “Wow~ it would be such an honor if you came in to admire some of my work. Would you please?”

“Ah…” He hesitated, but her eyes sparkled again. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to browse for a few minutes? “Yeah sure, I got time.”

“Oh thank you!” She said, stepping to his side and looping her arms around one of his. “Please do come in, I’d be happy to show you around. Do you have a preference in the jewelry you wear?”

“Not… really,” he said, following her inside and looking around at the pendants adorning the walls. Some of them felt… different. Some glittered, but others felt… darker.

“Whatever looks good,” he said, and she tittered.

“Understandable. Well~ come this way,” she said as she led him further in the back toward one of the display cases. Inside were a variety of smaller accessories: rings, arm bands, bracelets, and ear cuffs. “For those that prefer to adorn without being overly flashy, I recommend these.”

“Huh,” he leaned over the case, admiring the polished gold and silver. “Why’s this stuff in a case if it ain’t as fancy as the stuff out front?”

She giggled again and walked around to the other end, unlocking the back door and picking up the ring display to set it before him.

“Simple, these are my most prized works,” she said, picking up a golden ring. “You see, I had to pay a pretty penny for a demon of greed to curse these for me.”

“Curse?” he repeated, straightening immediately. “Wait, why’re you tryin’ to sell me something cursed? I don’t want any of that.”

She laughed and leaned on the display case, rolling the ring between her fingers to catch a glint of light. “Are you sure?”

“Very sure.”

“But you don’t even know what the curse is~”

“And I don’t need to know,” he said stubbornly. Last time he got chased by a giant snake from an ice cream stick, he didn’t even want to think about what sort of curses could be attached to rings. “Thanks anyway, but I’m gonna—”

“It’s cursed to boost your luck,” she said just as he’d turned to go, “when you wear it, you have a higher chance at success.”

That didn’t sound like a curse.

Skeptical, he said nothing but it hardly mattered, she was still admiring the ring as she spoke.

“But of course, as I’m sure you know nothing is free~ the luck has to come from somewhere.”

“So does it make me unlucky too?”

She laughed, “Oh of course not! The luck is stolen from those around you, isn’t that nice?”

He frowned, “No, not really.”

Her smile turned to his direction and she set the ring down on the glass. “You former angels are so amusing, you know?” He tensed, but she didn’t seem to notice as she picked up a silver ring and placed it next to the gold, “But if you’re so concerned, you could counter the curse with a second.”

Counter a curse? He hadn’t even considered that.

“What’s that one do?”

She tapped a manicured nail on the silver, “This curse redirects any negative effects of curses onto the wearer, so,” she shrugged, “in theory, if you were to wear both, rather than stealing luck from around you, you’d be stealing your own.”

“But then how would that make me lucky?”

She smiled and leaned further onto the display case, lacing her fingers together and gazing up at him through her lashes. “Well~ there’s no way to know which you is stolen from. It could be the you before me now, or the you from yesterday, or the you from tomorrow.” She closed her eyes, “It’s a mystery, but doesn’t that sound exciting?”

“Not…” He looked down at the rings, silver and gold sitting side by side.

“Not… really…”

“The curses only take effect when worn, and could be given to a foe if they don’t end up favoring you.”

But why would he want to give someone something cursed?

“I’d be happy to offer a deal if you want to purchase them together.”

Did he really need more luck? It wasn’t like… well… more luck could mean more good things happening in his future. Good things for him and his family.

“Can I take ‘em off if I don’t wanna wear them anymore?”

She seemed taken aback by the question, then nodded with an amused flick of her tail. “Of course~ I don’t enjoy the nasty curses others might, I prefer to use them like the accessories we already wear.”

Demons did have a lot of tricky ways of dealing with things…

“How much would you want for them?”

Her eyes sparkled again and she picked up the rings, “Mm… well, individually I’d sell the gold for 80,000 and the silver for 65,000, but if you bought them together…” She closed her eyes to do some quick math, then smiled at him. “I’d be willing to part with them for 140,000 Grimm.”

“140— I don’t have that kinda money!”

She looked surprised, then pouted. “But I thought you said you were one of the Rulers of the Underworld. Surely you have some money, don’t you?”

He shook his head and shrugged, “Even if I did, 5,000 isn’t much of a discount. That’s barely three percent off.”

Her mood soured a bit, and she began to put the rings away. “I didn’t realize the Great Mammon was such a cheapskate.”

“Now wait a second-” He reached for the case but she snapped it shut. “I ain’t a cheapskate!”

She gave him a dismissive nod and returned the rings to their display, locking the glass door once more. “Well, if you ever change your mind you’re always welcome back.”

“Not likely, your stuff’s way too expensive,” he muttered and she sighed, but the sweet smile returned once more.

“I can show you some of our uncursed items, they’re made with the same quality but allow a purchaser to imbue them with their own curses and spells instead.” She said, already walking around to lead him to another display.

That sounded better, but…

His eyes lingered on silver and gold.

“Make it twenty.”

“Pardon?”

Silver and gold.

“Twenty percent off, and I’ll take ‘em.”

She laughed, “Are you mad? I’m not giving you twenty off.”

“How about fifteen?”

She raised a brow, “You can’t be serious.”

“Well…” he tore his gaze away, making his way toward the door. “With prices that high I can’t imagine those kinds of rings go fast, do they? I’d be interested, but only if you knock it down a little more.”

She pursed her lips again, eyes sizing him up and not appearing as sparkly as before.

“I’ll give you twelve,” she finally said.

“Yeah?” Something about gaining the upper hand in this negotiation made him feel… good. “Well alright~ I’ll be back to—”

“But,” She stepped up to him and held up a finger, “the deal only lasts until the end of the month. If you can’t pay by then, I’ll find a new buyer.”

Something about that felt strange, like he didn’t want to lose out.

“Sure, that sounds fair,” he said easily, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Her eyebrow raised again, but she stepped back with a small nod. “I look forward to it, Great Mammon.”

And with that, he was freed. The captivation of her gaze left him and he stepped back out into the street, puzzled but… motivated too. If those rings really could help him, why not buy them? And if he couldn’t get enough money to buy them, it wouldn’t be a total loss.

But…

“Twelve percent would save me…” He tapped on his fingers, counting in his head. He hadn’t seen a lot of cursed jewelry before, so it was hard to go off market rate but if what she was selling really was legit then twelve percent off was nothing to sneeze at. Even if he didn’t end up using the rings for himself, maybe they could be useful for something else. He could even sell them again. The House of Lamentation was all old and creaky, more money would mean he’d be able to buy—

“That was impressive.”

He stopped and turned around, another demon standing behind him cloaked in black. Were they… talking to him?

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone negotiate so easily with Cleo before,” they continued, “it was almost like her charms had no effect on you.”

“Charms? What charms?”

They chuckled, “Wow, you didn’t even notice? Your power must be vast.”

“I…” He looked around the streets, but other than this new guest no one seemed to pay him any mind. “Well yeah, of course it is. I’m the Great Mammon.”

“The Great Mammon?” They repeated, stopping to stand beside him. “One of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld? That Great Mammon?”

“Yeah,” he grinned, “Sounds like you’ve heard of me?”

They nodded, “Indeed I have, you’re making quite a name for yourself, you know. Not many were brave enough to even search for the beast let alone seek to tame it.”

“Ah… well…” This demon was suspicious, but if they knew of him how bad could they be? He put his hands on his hips, deciding to play coy. “It wasn’t really that big of a deal.”

“I disagree,” they said, “it takes great courage to face the ravenous beast of Cerberus. And to tame him so flawlessly? Remarkable.”

Okay, they definitely had their head on straight.

“Yeah? Well, y’know how it goes,” he flashed them a grin and pointed at himself with his thumb to his chest, “I gotta look out for my little brothers. Can’t let some overgrown pup mess with ‘em.”

They chuckled and nodded in agreement, “Indeed. I can’t help but wonder what the Devildom would be like with more demons like you around.”

That gave him pause.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh…” They shifted a bit, face still concealed within the cloak. “Well… you see, not many demons will go out of their way to aide another unless they benefit. It can be hard to find help if one isn’t strong enough to overcome a challenge on their own.”

Yeah, that was something he’d seen in the Celestial Realm too.

“S’there something you wanna ask me for?” He asked carefully.

They chuckled, “My, so shrewd. I can see why Cleo took a liking to you.”

“Wait,” He looked back toward the shop, “Cleo liked me?”

They laughed again, “Yes, of course she did.”

They’d said it so nonchalantly, like it was obvious, but why did it make him feel… good?

“It’s part of why I thought to approach you,” they continued, “I have a proposition for you.”

His guard went up, but he kept it cool. “Yeah? What do you have in mind?”

“Well…” They widened their stance a bit, “After striking such a deal, you’re in need of funds right? I have a job in mind that would be perfect for you.”

“A job huh?” he repeated, but his suspicion must’ve slipped out because they were quick to withdraw their D.D.D. from a hidden pocket.

“It’s not from me directly, but one I know will be difficult to fulfill,” they explained, showing him the listing on :D Jobs. “There’s been an evil spirit haunting the mausoleum in the graveyard just south of here, and the—”

“Wait, how much are they payin’ for that? What’s this thing?” He grabbed their D.D.D. to read. 100k Grimm just to go scare off some ghost? Easy! Easy money! He couldn’t help checking a few other listings, jobs lined up all offering Grimm for just about anything. He could make so much money so quick with this thing!

They cleared their throat and he realized his mistake. “Ah, my bad.” He handed them their D.D.D. with a sheepish smile. “Forgot myself there.”

“That’s alright,” they said, the device disappearing within their cloak. “I take it you’d be interested?”

“Yeah I’d be interested! Scarin’ off some ghost is nothin’ for me!”

They chuckled and nodded, “Yes, if you can tame Cerberus I imagine a mere spirit will be child’s play for you, Great Mammon.” They bowed their head and turned to depart. “If you’re truly interested, I suggest accepting the job on the app before another demon comes along to take it.”

Like hell he’d let that happen.

“Yeah, got it,” he said, already pulling out his own D.D.D. to download and accept the job. Easy money, and once he got a luck boost he could make even easier money. Then just imagine what sorts of things he could buy.

The little chime of a job accepted filled his heart with glee, and he turned on his heel to head back home. Casting out an evil spirit would be cake, but it might be good to prepare a bit before the job too seeing as how he didn’t know a whole lot about spirits to begin with.

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The graveyard was easy enough to find, and not even that far of a walk from the House of Lamentation. It was hard for him to consider that place a home yet, but it was… getting more familiar. Still not as fun as staying in the castle had been, but not ticking off Barbatos had its perks too.

“You guys comin’ or what?” he asked once he’d reached the gate, placing a hand on his hip as he turned to watch his younger brothers and the attendant hoof it up the path. “We haven’t even gotten in and you’re already calling it quits or what?”

Levi was the first to join him, tired and a little out of breath. “Shut… up… Mammon. Do you know how far we had to walk? Why didn’t you just drive us here?”

“Huh? How would I do that? Y’all wouldn’t even fit unless I stuffed you in the trunk.”

Levi scowled, “Why would I have to be in the trunk? Why not you?”

“Because it’s my car and I’m drivin’, genius.”

“Genius?” Levi scoffed, “Mocking my intelligence now? You sure you want to do that?”

“Yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?” He sneered back, “You think you—”

“Oh wow,” the attendant cut in, walking between them with their eyes fixed on the graveyard. “This place is huge.”

He shot a look at Levi, who flicked his tongue in return, then he turned on his heel to follow their gaze. They weren’t wrong, this place was massive. Tombstones stretched across the grounds as far as the eye could see, surrounded by a twisted iron fence that bordered the grounds. Trees long since dead sprouted in haphazard spaces between tombs, crows watching from their branches with dark eyes shining in the moonlight.

Another thing he’d noticed about this place with it always being night, everything looked so washed out and gray.

“Mm…” Asmo was the next to arrive, holding out a pamphlet and using the moon to read. “It says here we’re on the east side, and the mausoleum where all the past demon kings are laid to rest is…” he tilted his head slightly, reading more closely while the twins came up behind him. “Oh!” He pointed to a hill further in the distance, “Just on the other side of that hill over there.”

“What?” Levi slouched forward with a groan. “Hills? No one said anything about hiking up hills.”

“They’re not that steep, I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” the attendant said with a small smile his way, making his brother sputter a bit.

“Yeah see, this’ll be a piece of cake,” he said, reaching out to unlock the gate. “We’ll just go in, get rid of the spirit, and get out.”

Beel hummed and stepped around him to push the gate open further, “Do you think we could stop for some cake after we’re done? I’ve heard of a few cafes that sound really good.”

“Cake sounds fun,” Belphie said, skirting around them to enter the graveyard first, “But if you think I’m going to walk around this place all night, sorry to disappoint,” he stopped at the first raised grave and climbed on top of it. “You can have your fun, just wake me up when you’re ready to leave.”

“Belphie-!”

His youngest brother curled up on the tomb with his tail draped over the side, crows cawing up above his head.

“You can’t just- that’s the cover of a TOMB, Belphie!”

He’d started to make his way toward him, but the attendant looked up at him in surprise.

“You’re really not scared?”

“No?” What kind of question was that? “Why would I be?”

One of the crows took flight and swooped down, diving toward Levi before rising up and flying off into the night.

Of which, of course, Levi did not appreciate.

“Th-this place gives me the creeps,” he said, slinking closer to the group while his eyes darted around. “Wh-Why don’t you go on without me a-and I’ll stay here and play games instead?”

“Tch,” he strode into the graveyard, feeling a little smug. “You guys worry too much, but you can relax, your big brother’ll protect ya.” He flashed the attendant a grin, “Just watch, I’ll take out that evil spirit like it’s nothing.”

“Belphie, look at this,” Beel hadn’t listened to anything he’d said, more focused on his twin who was dozing atop the tomb while he knelt below to inspect the carvings along the side. “I don’t recognize this writing… maybe it’s not a Devildom script?”

“Mm… sounds great,” Belphie murmured without opening up his eyes.

“Yeah, real great. Now can we get back to—”

“Wait!” Levi pushed passed him, suddenly excited. “I know this! It’s an ancient Devildom writing style! It’s not in use anymore.”

“What?” Asmo looked at him in disbelief. “Levi, that’s amazing! When did you learn to recognize ancient Devildom writing?”

“Impressed?” Levi puffed out his chest and struck it with his fist, proud. “I studied pretty much every writing style that’s likely to show up in games and stuff like this! You know, so I’d be prepared!”

“Ooh!” Asmo cupped a hand on his cheek, smiling bright. “Levi, we’re so lucky you’re here!”

“Yeah! Except…” He deflated a little and glanced away, “I… can’t actually read any of it.”

“What?! Ugh, Levi you’re useless!”

Mammon rolled his eyes, “Alright, we’re gettin’ a little off track. Why don’t we head further in?”

“But aren’t you curious about what it says?” Asmo asked and he sighed.

“Well, I guess it means the tombs in this area are from way, way back when…” He looked at his brothers, even Belphie’d opened his eyes again to watch him. So they were curious about this place. He glanced at the markers, but couldn’t read any of the script either. Then he remembered they had a demon with them.

“Hey,” he looked to the attendant, “you should be able to read this, right?”

“Me?” They looked up at him in surprise.

“Right, yeah.” Beel stood up, “We’re new here, but you were born and raised in the Devildom. Surely you know what it says, right?”

“Yes… I’m so curious to know…” Belphie said, and if Mammon had to guess he almost sounded a little sarcastic.

“Um, well I can try…” they said, walking over to squat down near the tomb. “Some of it’s old and worn away, but…” They brushed away some debris, “Oh, I can read this!”

“Why do you sound surprised by that?” Belphie asked, and they gave him a sheepish smile.

“Just thought it’d be too worn down. Let’s see… it says…”

“Adam.”

Adam.

A…dam…

When?

Who?

‘I won’t take too much of your time.’

Where?

‘I have to find my lost love.’

Who?

‘Please don’t struggle, it makes it harder for both of us.’

Where-

Where… was…

Where was he?

Nothing.

He could see nothing.

But.

But he wasn’t-

Where had he been?

Where?

Belphie’s tired smile slid across his mind and he reached out to grab it but-

No hands.

Arms can’t move.

But…

They are.

Without him.

His body… was…

Asmo’s expression crossed his mind, his face twisted with a look of regret.

Not again.

Please-

Visions faded to black and he reached for his chest with arms that wouldn’t move, inhaling with lungs that wouldn’t breathe.

His body…

Wouldn’t respond…

Not mine.

It moved of its own accord, nonphysical sensations of the breeze in his hair and an embrace he couldn’t feel.

Were these… real?

Was he…?

Panic welled up in his chest, aching, crying, begging to be let out.

But there was no sound.

Please.

‘I can’t let you go, not until I’ve found my love.’

Please.

Love.

Lost… love…

Tears burned in eyes that could longer see, the darkness unyielding.

Lost…

Love…

Love.

Love?

She’d stood before them, so brave and unashamed.

For love, she’d said.

Nothing could be greater.

But…

Love hurt.

So much fighting.

So much anger.

So much regret.

He’d wanted… to help her.

To protect her.

Keep her safe.

Help her.

But he didn’t know, didn’t find out until it was too late.

He’d swooped in to protect her without fear, his regal white wings spread out to shield her. No fear, only protect.

Help.

His throat swelled and he cried out into the dark.

Scared.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t think.

Don’t take her.

This wasn’t what he wanted, why did Michael…?

Lucifer.

Help.

Terror seized his heart, squeezing tighter.

Take me with you.

This wasn’t right. Wasn’t what he wanted. What he wanted…

What he wanted…

Lilith.

Don’t go without me.

‘Don’t panic, if you panic I won’t be able to let you go.’

Let go.

Vertigo set in and he heaved a sickness that didn’t exist, the tightness in his chest coiling tighter. Nothing. There was nothing here. Nothing.

Alone.

Was this… all that was left?

He tried to call out, wanting to find comfort in the reverberations of his own voice in his throat but.

Nothing.

Silence.

Just like…

Weak.

‘Just hold on, I can’t focus on you. Finding my love is what matters to me.’

That word again.

Love.

Love…

Finding… love…

Love… hurts.

Don’t want… love.

Love is…

Pain.

Don’t want.

Pain.

Lucifer.

Help.

Scared.

Lucifer.

Help.

Hurts.

It hurts.

Why does it hurt.

Lucifer.

Help.

Don’t want to lose…

But… did it even matter what he wanted?

No one listened.

No one cared.

He couldn’t feel his body, wasn’t aware of if or when it moved. Head light, breath held he… followed… Lucifer…

Lucifer… would help… keep her safe…

Lucifer… would know… what to do…

It’d be okay, everything would be okay.

Lucifer knew. Just had to talk to Michael and Father, it’d be okay. Lilith, his family…

It’d be okay.

Okay.

Safe.

But… it-

Hurt.

Hurts.

Why does it hurt?

Can’t… breathe… hurts too… much.

Head… so dizzy…

Tired… so tired…

And… sad.

Grief plunged into his chest and gripped his heart, its subtle whispers tickling his ear, begging him to let go. Just let go… the pain would disappear… if he just…

Let…

Go…

He coughed, throat dry and tongue swollen. Thirsty. He was so thirsty. Someone…

Need…

Water…

A cup was touched to his lips, a liquid hot and bitter poured into his mouth. It scalded his tongue, the acrid taste making him wish he could vomit if only his body would respond. But the pain… eased…

Voices… were… somewhere…

Can’t… understand…

Can’t… see…

Fuzzy…

Wings… not like before… swallowing light, feathers tattered and frayed.

But those eyes… so red.

Lucifer.

Still… Lucifer…

But… confusing too…

Red eyes were… wet.

Tears?

Why?

Why crying?

Can’t… move.

Can’t… hug back…

Don’t cry, Lucifer.

It doesn’t hurt.

Not scared.

“I’m sorry, Mammon.”

Sorry? Why?

Why so broken?

“It’s all my fault.”

How?

“I wasn’t… I… I couldn’t…”

Tongue too thick.

Can’t speak.

Don’t cry.

“I wasn’t strong enough.”

Lucifer.

Touch his face.

Red.

Sorry.

Red.

Tried to… help…

Don’t want… to see cry…

More red.

Lucifer’s face was all he could see, his brother… saying something to him. What?

“Mammon, don’t you die on me now! Stay with us!”

Stay.

What does… that mean?

To stay…

Stay.

It’s a nice word. Feels nice.

Want to… stay.

Stay…

His heart seized again, jarring him.

No.

No no no.

Not again.

Losing feeling… again…

Don’t want to die.

Want to stay.

Lucifer.

Help.

Want to stay.

Don’t want to die.

But it’s dark.

So dark.

Can’t… feel…

Can’t… move…

Don’t want to die.

Want to stay.

The ache in his chest broke in a silent wail, the agony of his lost family crying out into the void.

Want to stay.

Please.

Stay.

Together.

Stay.

Want.

Together.

That’s all…

Please.

The air compressed further, squeezing every last breath from his lungs.

Fading.

Everything felt…

So far away…

Please.

Don’t want…

An abrupt rush of air filled his lungs and he doubled over, bracing his hands on his knees and gulping in a breath. His brothers voices filled his ears, only interrupted by the occasional caw of a distant crow. His shadow cast across the ground, stretched across the stony path with a menacing flair. The moonlight was… so bright…

“Wait… hold on… am I back to normal?” he said under his breath, too afraid to look at his hands and instead watching his arms move from his shadow.

“Oh, Mammon, good morning,” Levi leered.

He scowled and stood up straighter, only wobbling a little as lightheadedness lingered while Asmo tittered.

“Aww, so you’re back to your old self? Too bad… you were so much cuter as Adam…”

“Tch,” He shook his head, trying to get his thoughts to clear. What… what was that? “that sad wimp of a human thinks he can take over MY body? Son of a…”

“Hey, how about that!” Asmo turned to the group, “He actually remembers what happened!”

“Are you okay?” The attendant asked, coming to his side. “Are you hurt?”

“Dammit!” He kicked a stone, sending it skittering down the path. Anger. Frustration. Those were easier to latch onto right now.

Can’t show weakness.

“It was like no matter how loud I yelled, no one could hear me.” He said a little quieter, a little glad everyone else had already moved on, mostly making fun of him but at least the attendant was there to listen. He relaxed a little and put a hand on his hip, finding stability in the sensation of his own touch. “It felt… horrible…”

“I can imagine… do you want to head back now?” They asked, stepping a little closer, “Or do you need to sit for a minute?”

“RIP, looks like this night’s been a waste anyway. Way to go getting possessed, Mammon.”

“Ugh, I know right? And whatever the attendant did was cool but I’m so drained now.”

“I know what you mean, I feel a little less solid now. I’d better eat something to make up for what I lost.”

“My head just hurts.”

Mammon watched them all start to wander down the path, but he… couldn’t move.

They were all walking away.

“You sure you’re okay?” they asked again.

Leaving him behind.

“Wh… hey, wait!” Panic set in and he trotted after them, “You can’t walk away and leave me in a place like this!”

Asmo glanced back, “What? I thought you weren’t afraid?”

He stopped. Crap. He was their older brother. He was supposed to be brave, to protect them.

Don’t show weakness.

“‘C-Course I ain’t afraid!” He said, feeling an uneasy chill crawl up his back at the memory of Adam’s touch on his soul.

“Uh huh,” Levi gave him a disapproving look. “You say that, but everyone can see you’re holding their hand for dear life. Let go… now.”

Holding hands? Since when?

He looked down to see he was in fact holding hands with the attendant, and they looked up at him with a… soft smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“It’s okay,” they whispered, “I don’t mind.”

Asmo gasped and turned to skip down the path, “I can’t believe it! You, a demon, are actually afraid of a graveyard?”

“Sh-Shaddup!”

Belphie chuckled, meandering after him. “I guess being possessed must’ve changed him? Looks like I’ve found something I can use against him now…”

Beel followed suit, glancing down at his twin. “Belphie, why do you look so evil…?”

“Mm?”

They were all… so happy.

Laughing.

Walking together.

Together.

Another squeeze of his hand snapped him back to reality.

“Ready to go?” They asked with a slight tilt of their head.

“Y… yeah,” He looked up at the sky and took in a deep breath, wishing his eyes would stop stinging.

This demon…

This demon was able to stop the possession and send the spirit away. How was that even possible? He didn’t even know spirits could possess his body.

The realization made him feel uneasy, and he squeezed their hand tight, the walk home nothing but a blur.

No control.

Just like before.

He’d had no control.

Only this time it was different.

But… was it?

He hadn’t been strong enough to do something… anything in the Celestial Realm. Now here in the Devildom, no one knew what to expect. What to do, how things could be. Most of what Diavolo and Lucifer were planning was discussed between them, a lot of conversations happening without his input.

Was it… because he wasn’t…?

“Well it’s been fun, but it’s time for me to take a nice hot shower to get all this grave dirt off my skin.” Asmo said with a cheerful hum, already heading up the stairs once they’d made it inside.

“My head still hurts,” Belphie said, holding his temple. “I’m just going to go to bed early.”

“I’ll join you in a bit,” Beel said, parting ways to head toward the kitchen. “I need a snack first.”

“Yeah well what I need is for Mammon to quit acting all clingy with the attendant.” Levi grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets and shooting a pointed look at the two of them.

“Why~?” Asmo stopped atop the stairs, “You jealous?”

“N-No!” Levi sputtered, “It’s just- It’s just weird okay?”

Hearing them all brought… comfort.

He felt himself slowly start to relax, the laughter and voices surrounding him making it easier to breathe. Making it feel… normal.

“I don’t mind holding his hand a little longer,” they said, looking up at him with eyes that… sparkled… so nice and pretty. “In fact… if you want, I do still have some free time if you want to hang out?”

He blinked, the warmth of the House of… home, finally settling in.

“Yeah…” he said a little dazedly, letting go of their hand to walk up the stairs. “Sure, I don’t mind. I know how much you enjoy hangin’ out with me.”

“Do you want to watch a movie or play a quick game of pool?”

“Whatever’s fine,” he said easily, so easily, his voice so level and calm. That, at least, was something he could do.

Until he was stronger.

Hide his weakness.

He turned on his heel and flashed them a grin, “You wanna play 8 ball or 9?”

“Either,” they said, meeting his smile with ease. “I’m not that good at either so you’ll probably win.”

“Ah, don’t say that,” he said, turning back to open the door to his room. “I’ll teach ya.”

“Really?” They sounded so excited, “Awesome! Thanks, Mammon!”

“Mm,” he hummed, shutting the door behind him and watching them set up the game without truly seeing.

This was… home now.

Home where-

Lilith.

He felt the tightness rise in his chest again, stealing his breath and making his knees weak. The attendant, either considerate or oblivious, busied themselves with racking the balls and putting the triangle away.

He could get stronger here.

He would get stronger here.

He couldn’t risk losing again.

Not again.

No matter what, he had to make sure.

Do everything and anything he had to to keep them.

Keep them and make sure they stayed alive.

#obey me mammon #obeymemammon #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obeymeshallwedate #fan fic #angst

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travlersjoy444 · 1 year

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Collected (Pt. 20)

TOH Hunter/Golden Guard x reader

Masks and Bets part twenty.

The links to the other parts are now at the bottom of the page.

*******

“You’re no fun,” The Collector had said at the start of it all.

“I ain’t tryin’ to be.” I’d spat, summoning my staff.

The portal closed in the distance, and I swallowed back my fear.

Fear was rough, and I was sick of being scared. And suddenly the icy fear melted into a red hot rage as I stared at the Collector.

This was the kid who had lured me to Sparrow’s book. This was the kid who had gained pleasure from my suffering countless times over the years. This kid had just separated me from my best friend, and was aiming to destroy everything I’d ever loved.

This kid was going down.

“You know, I’m not above hurtin’ children, kid.” I hissed, shoving the sparkly jerk into the wall with my staff. “And let’s just say I’m not in the mood for games.”

And then King had shoved me aside, safely out of the way of the Collector’s blast of glitter.

“(Y/N), stop!” He yelled.

“No! No, fuck this! Fuck him!” I screamed, fighting against King’s blast of sound waves. “I’m gonna kill him! Let me kill him! King! King, so help me titan-”

King stared at me with wide eyes full of guilt. “(Y/N), please stop- He’s gonna-”

“I don’t bloody care what he does to me! I came to this head to kill someone, and now that he’s gone I wanna kill this one! Let me or I’m gonna- I’m gonna tell your mom!” I said, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably.

“You…you don’t wanna play?” Said the Collector, tilting its dumb little head.

“Screw you!” I said, wiping my eyes.

The Collector stared at me sadly, looking heartbroken and betrayed in such a childlike way that you’d think I’d just informed him that Sandy Claws wasn’t real.

“Well…you have to.” The Collector said, suddenly shifting into a wide grin, all the innocence quickly draining from his eyes as he seized me up.

“I won’t, I won’t, I’m gonna kill you!” I sobbed, which admittedly took away much of the threat.

“No, I think you will.” He said, his hands beginning to sparkle.

*******

When I opened my eyes again, I was on a bed. It was too little for me, and my legs hung over the edge, and something was on my chest I couldn’t breathe fuck fuck fuck-

“(Y/N)!”

The weight shifted, and my vision cleared enough for me to make out the blurry figure of King Clawthorne perched on my chest. Oh.

I took a deep breath, and wrapped my arms around my cousin. “King!”

“(Y/N), hey! It’s okay, you’re okay, you’re alive again.” He comforted, patting my back with a little smile.

“What happened?” I asked, setting him down as I sat up. “Did I…did the Collector-”

King sighed. “It’s kinda a long story…well, he turned you into…a puppet.”

“I’m sorry what?!” I said, eyes wide.

“He turned you into a puppet, like most of the people on the Boiling Isles. I convinced him to turn you back so long as you promised to play with us…begrudgingly.” King shrugged. “Huh, I guess it wasn’t actually that long.”

I bent my arms and fingers, staring at them. All my limbs felt like they’d been encased in amber for the past million years and were just starting to get feeling back in them.

“I was really angry at that kid, you know that?” I said lightly, taking in my outfit.

It was different from…well, anything I’d normally wear. The colors were all bright and warm and there were heart motifs in the sleeves and shoes…how ironic.

“Yeah, I might’ve guessed that.” King snorted.

“Where are we?” I said, trying to stand up, but I sat back down as I felt bile rise in my throat.

Ugh, okay, I’m not doin’ so hot. Duly noted.

“My room…and his room.” King said glumly. “It’s in a palace that’s hanging over The Head, and the rest of the Isles…which’re all basically destroyed…” He gave a soft ‘nyeh’ of frustration, wrapping his claws around himself.

I felt my heart break a tiny bit. “Oh…King. You haven’t had to deal with this….alone, have you?” I whispered.

He glanced up at me with glossy eyes, not answering verbally, but it was obvious what it meant.

I held out my arms and he dove into them without a word, quietly sobbing into my awful new sleeves.

“I am so sorry, King…you don’t deserve that…” I said, feeling tears fill my own eyes.

He shivered, curling up in my arms, and it struck me just how small he was. He was just a kid, and he'd been stripped of his family, autonomy, and freedom….he was so small…

“Eda is awake too, but I don’t get to see her often.” He whispered. “And Luz and the others are gone….”

“They’re safe, right?” I murmured. “Safe in the Human Realm?”

“I think so…I hope so. They have to be.” He said, and there was a desperate edge to his voice that was probably reflected in my own.

“Good, good…” I felt water pour down my face, and I tried and failed to keep it from falling.

Was it bad that I wished I were there? Someone had to save the Isles, but was it bad that I wished that that someone were anyone but me?

I was so sick of this.

A grimwalker, a curiosity for the Collector, a ‘talented young witch’...

I hated this.

“(Y/N)...you have to be nice, okay? W-when the Collector comes.” King said softly, tilting my head down so I was staring into his eyes.

“Why should I?” I said, but the venom in my voice was non-existent.

“Because I’ve already lost my home, my sister, my friends, and my weird house demon. I’m not losing my cousin, too.” King said firmly, a steely look in his multicolored eyes.

“...I…Okay.” I said, sighing.

“Promise me.” He said, his grip on my face tightening.

I nodded. “I promise. I promise I’ll pretend to be his friend, I guess, but more importantly…I won’t leave you, okay? I promise.” I said, and he let my face go to hug me again.

“...Thanks, (Y/N).” He said.

“You gotta promise that you won’t be dumb too, okay?” I said, smiling slightly. “I’m never dumb.” He said with a watery smile. “You know what was dumb?”

I smiled. “Tell me.”

“That time Hunter thought I was a bird.” King said. It wasn’t a very funny joke, but my nerves were so raw that I practically fell over laughing hysterically.

*******

“Ah, Halloween.” I grinned, stitching a moon charm onto Amity’s hat. “10/10 best time of the year.”

I was waiting at the house with Gus Luz and Hunter while the others went to some makeup store for Halloween supplies. …And because Lane wanted to show Amity liquid eyeliner, claiming it worked way better than concealment stones.

Luz nodded. “Right? That’s what I’ve been telling them! But Gus just said that it couldn’t be as good as ‘Eerie Season’.” She said with a smile.

“‘Eerie Season’? Is that what you kids are calling Samhain nowadays?” I said, wrinkling my nose.

Gus shrugged. “It was popularized by some Penstagram user.”

“What the fu- heck?! People actually use Penstagram?!” I exclaimed, dropping my needle.

“Yeah, literally everyone?” Hunter said, grinning. “Lookit, I’ve got the whole Flyer Derby team’s Penstagrams, and Principal Bump, and (Y/N)-” His smile faded, and he stared at the scroll. “...Wish the signal worked across dimensions…”

I winced. “Oh…yeah. Me too…Hey wait what’s that book?!” I said, throwing down Amity’s hat to get a closer look at the book on his sewing table.

“What, this? It’s just Cosmic Frontier…Camila had a bunch of these books in me and Gus’s room.” He said slowly.

I grinned, clutching the book. “You guys are Frontierers? Dude, this is the prequel to Space Heroes! This is so cool!” I exclaimed, setting it down.

Hunter looked up at me, eyes wide with excitement. “You like it too?!”

“I love it. So so much. I’ve memorized the vast majority of Captain Ryan’s lines, and obviously we love Commander O’Bailey in this house.” I smiled.

“Ahh she’s my favorite!” Hunter squealed, jumping up from his chair. “(Y/N) would love her too, she’s just so-ahh!” He said, unapologetically choosing to just make random noise rather than explain his love for the character. I knew the feeling.

Gus and Luz smiled good naturedly, and I cleared my throat and sat down.

“We should all watch the cartoon together someday. It’s not as good as Space Heroes in terms of writing, but the animation is admittedly a bit smoother.” I said calmly.

“Yes- yes we should!” Hunter grinned, not at all calmly.

“Yeah, I remember watching a few episodes as a kid, it was fun.” Luz smiled. “But that said… honestly I think (Y/N) would prefer Space Heroes.” She said with a smirk.

Hunter gasped. “No?! No, that’s- that’s blasphemy! Leo, tell her that (Y/N) would prefer Cosmic Frontier!”

I shrugged. “Actually I think (Y/N) would be more into Jupiter Jim.”

All three kids gasped, offended.

“You take that back!” Yelled Gus.

“No, that's such a lame take!” Luz moaned.

“-bLASPHEMY!” Hunter screamed.

I held my hands up innocently.

*******

Hunter sighed, staring at the third failed portal door. Amilane hadn’t managed to get their hands on any titan blood, and Hunter was really tempted to cry.

Well, he couldn’t, even if he tried, which he’d discovered a few nights after ending up in the human realm. He sighed at the memory- he’d needed to cry, but tears just…hadn’t come.

Fuck, he missed you.

About…well, almost a year ago now, you’d vanished for the first time, leaving him angry and hurt…he’d torn up the letter you left, but now he wanted to stab past-Hunter for that.

What he wouldn’t give for a letter from you nowadays.

“Hey.” Said a voice from behind him. Lane stood by the doorway, flickering through her phone. “D’you have any pizza preferences, kid? Nardo and I are orderin’-'' She glanced up from her phone. “Oh…Kid, are you okay?”

He frowned, crossing his arms self-consciously. “W- what do you mean?”

Lane frowned, pocketing her phone. “Well…you’ve got that look on your face that my father-in-law gets when he’s staring out the window sadly and reflecting on life.”

Hunter chuckled. “It’s…it’s so weird how you guys can do that.” (It really was, but Hunter wasn’t sure his laugh had been genuine. It was the sort of laugh you give just to make a sound, because the silence was too awkward and would remind you of all the things you don’t wanna admit out loud.)

(Honestly Hunter hated it. The fact that they could read him so well. It just felt like another reminder of how he wasn’t real, of how he was just an artificial thing made by Belos to kill witches…Because if he had the same face and mannerisms as Caleb Wittebane, then did that mean he was gonna kill witches no matter what…?)

“Yeah, I guess it would be, huh.” Lane said, and they sat on the porch step next to Hunter.

“You thinkin’ about (Y/N)?” She said, staring out into the yard with him.

Hunter sighed. “Maybe. Does Adam look that way when he’s thinking about people?” He said with an annoyed huff.

Lane snorted. “Nah, but I know someone else who used to look that way a lot.”

“Uh…yeah?”

“Yup….Did I ever tell you that Leo and I were friends as kids?” She glanced at him. “Back when we were your age, really, so teenagers, I guess…Leo and Eda screwed with portals and junk, so.”

Hunter nodded. He wasn’t sure how much he really cared about Lane’s life stories, but they were a nice distraction.

“Yeah, well, one day, as ya know, Leo got caught.” Lane heaved a sigh. “But I didn’t know that. From my perspective, he just…disappeared.

“My best friend, just…gone. You know that person who looked the way you do right now, staring out into the distance all sad n’ stuff? Their name was Amilane Long. But instead of staring at a portal door, I stared at the comic store that he decided would be a really romantic place for a first kiss.” She said with a slight scoff. “So I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is…well, I get it, kid. It feels pretty terrible to miss someone.”

Hunter swallowed. “But…do you know how it feels to be the reason why your favorite person is probably getting tortured by some evil space child?”

Lane shrugged. “Can’t say I can relate to that one... But then, according to your friends,...neither can you. It sounds to me like the Collector caused that, not you, and you’ve just got an understandable dose of survivor’s guilt.”

Hunter stared at the ground, trying to hide the tears that were suddenly building in his eyes. (He thought he’d run out of tears, but now at the worst possible time they were pouring pouring pouring-)

“Well maybe they’re wrong!” He snapped. “Maybe they’re soft and well-meaning but dumb! Maybe they just want me to feel better even though I hurt my best friend!” He said, openly sobbing now, but not done speaking. “A-and maybe (Y/N) is dead.” He whispered, finally voicing the horrible possibility.

Lane sighed and patted him on the shoulder, which felt nice, but not as nice as it would’ve if (Y/N) were here…

He sighed, wiping the tears off his face as much as he could.

“I like the kind of pizza with those eyeball-looking things on it.” He said finally, pulling at the sleeve of his new yellow sweater.

“Olives?”

“Yeah, that.” He said, wrapping his arms around himself in the world’s most pathetic hug.

“Cool. And…uh…do you want to be left alone, have some company, or a distraction?”

“Uh…Company would be nice.” He mumbled.

“Great. Do you want me to go get Gus and Willow?”

“That’d be…cool, yeah.”

“Awesome.” Lane said, standing up. “We’ll get back to the Boiling Isles, Hunter, and we’ll save (Y/N). And if we can’t…well, it’s not your fault. It was never your fault. You’re a kid, and you’ve carried far too much for far too long.” She said simply, ruffling his hair.

And then she was gone. Willow and Gus emerged from the house a few seconds later, engulfing him in a warm hug that he didn’t know he needed, and he let himself cry into their shoulders as they murmured soft words of encouragement.

“I miss (Y/N).” He whispered, and Willow squeezed him a bit tighter.

“Me too.” She said softly, rubbing his back.

*******

It was Halloween and Hunter was not having fun.

There were antlers curling out of his head and oh titan his skull hurt- and he couldn’t quite focus but he was hurting someone, he was hurting Luz, his honorary sister but he couldn’t stop- Belos was here, Belos was here-

When he opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by his friends.

His face hurt.

Actually, everything hurt, and Flapjack was…was gone.

That’s two friends gone, eh Hunter?

He curled into himself and sobbed. There were hands on his back and people comforting him, and he kept sobbing.

Everything was wrong. His hair was too long and he could feel it brushing his shoulders and he hated it- and his body throbbed-

But Belos was out there.

So he’d power through. There were friends to protect and a shitty home to go back to.

Maybe if he was lucky he’d find you, and you’d hug him and he’d tell you everything was okay until it finally was…

He didn’t want to go back to the Demon Realm, he realized as he reached the glowing portal.

He liked it here in the Human Realm. Maybe he fit in here better after all, considering he functioned about the same as a normal human…it’d be nice to stay with Vee in Gravesfield, and he was tempted…but it didn’t matter how well he fit here, because you weren’t here.

So it could never be home.

Nah, Hunter was gonna find Belos and stop him from ever hurting anyone ever again.

And then he was gonna find you and apologize for everything.

He stepped through the portal.

*******

I stared after Hunter as he entered the portal.

“Well…I guess we’re here. I’m…I’m really goin’ home, huh?” I said softly.

“I can’t wait to see it.” Lane said, taking my hand. She had stubbornly insisted on coming along, and while I acted as though she didn’t have to, I think we both knew I needed her right now. “But you don’t have to come, if you’re not ready-”

I squeezed her hand. “Nah. I’m going. There’s something I want to say to Belos…something along the lines of ‘fuck you forever’. It’s not the strongest but I’m workin’ on it.”

“Sounds metal.” Lane said, and I took a final breath of Human Realm air.

“Good-bye Gravesfield…Bye Vee.”

“Good luck guys.” She smiled, waving at us.

We entered the portal.

One summer day my life changed again, and now it was changing yet again.

I swallowed.

Time to go home.

*******

Author's note: Wow. I can't believe there's only a a handful of chapters left in this fic...it's been almost a year since it started, so this is very very surreal for me lol

Links:

Act One:

Masks and Bets (Part 1)

Masks and Beasts (Part 2)

Masked and Beat (Part 3)

Masked (and Unmasked) On the Seas (Part 4)

Cracks in a Mask (Part 5)

Revelations (Part 6)

Bad Moon Rising (Part 7)

Act Two:

Hey Lilith (Part 8)

Way Home (Part 9)

Back to the Future (Part 10)

Lost Threads (Part 11)

Teatime (Part 12)

A Slightly Distorted Lens (Part 13)

Mindscapers (Part 14)

Act Three:

Eye of the Hurricane (Part 15)

A Team (Sort of) Reunited (Part 16)

Knee Pain (Part 17)

Some Sunny Day (Part 18)

What Happened and What's to Come (Part 19)

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@harlanfalcon

@ronipiamka

@draarnaak

@cloud-9ine

@jinxed-jk

@not-nubno

@hunter-therapy

@scaredy-cat-anne

@bleh-stupid

@luleck

#x reader #the owl house hunter x reader #the owl house x reader #the owl house #the golden guard #golden guard x reader #toh hunter x reader #hunter toh #toh golden guard #toh golden guard x reader

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bestbonnist · 6 months

Note

YAS! My not-so-subtle hint was a SUCCESS!

For Character Ask Game: -

Fushi (duh): Q2, 3, 5, 6 (I know you answered this in Discord before, but! Maybe others will like to hear about it?), 7, 8, 11 (HAHAHA I KID, I KID), 19, 23 (I ask because I lowkey think yall have a whole treasure trove of manga panels in your local storage, and you're our manga provider and a temporary translator. You've gotta had a fav!), 24

Lefthand Nokker: Q1, 9, 12, 14, 18, 19, 24

The Beholder: Q1, 2, 3, 10, 18, 19

I hope it ain't too much. Nah who am I kidding, this is a lot. But hey, it's

the Non-Human-in Origin Trio!

Fushi

Favorite canon thing about this character?

That they lie all the goddamn time. The expectation for a protagonist like Fushi, who has this sympathetic, innocent quality, is that they're an honest person. But Fushi loves lying to themselves and everyone around them. Fushi doesn't necessarily need to be truthful to be a good person, although they do need to be truthful to have good relationships. I think that's very interesting.

Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Maybe the fact that their usual body is considered good looking. How is that relevant + who cares.

What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Slipping Through My Fingers by ABBA. I don't know why! It just reminds me so much of Fushi in the present era and their relationship with March.

What's something you have in common with this character?

I can relate to their feeling of isolation from everyone else, particularly how they don't think of things in the same way as other people. Seeing Fushi have the same experience as me is reassuring.

What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

When people give them bubble tea. It's nice! They deserve a little treat.

What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Ship them with Kahaku. I'm well aware that I'm throwing stones from a glass house considering I also ship them with Kahaku (kind of), but. It's like people are incapable of liking the ship without turning Fushi into an entirely different person. That is not the same guy.

How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

That's really tough. Maybe their relationship with Bon? Because of the role Bon played in the Renryrr arc, his relationship with Fushi is a lot colder/more professional than their relationships with their other friends. Even in the present era, they're still more comfortable going to Bon for advice than going to anyone else. I actually really like that, I just wish the change was acknowledged by either of them. Because it connects so well to the theme of the present era about letting go of the past, and making a move towards peace: Fushi and Bon's relationship is a remnant of high stakes of the Renryrr arc. Should they change it, or does it work fine the way it is?

Favorite picture of this character?

I do have a treasure trove of Fushi panels. My computer is lousy with screenshots I've taken and forgot about. I think my favorite is from volume 14's inside cover.

Look at their expression! Look at the color contrast between Fushi and the Beholder enveloping them! I love it when we get Fushi's whole body, because then we can see their posture. They slouch a lot :)

What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Yato from Noragami. You've read Noragami, right? He was created to fulfill the wishes of his father figure, he's an immortal god, and he's tasked with destroying creatures that prey on humanity's weaknesses. In Noragami, there's also the possibility that Yato's living friends could have their memories of him severed, or they could lose those memories of him after they die. It's the reverse of Fushi's situation, but there's still stuff going on with memories so I say it counts.

Left Hand

Why do you like or dislike this character?

I like it, because it serves as such an excellent foil for Fushi. When Fushi's trying to reach a peaceful solution with the knockers in the present era, the left hand is there to try and drag it back down. It hates Fushi so much, it cares more about Fushi suffering than the knockers' entire reason for existence. To most of the knockers, these two things are indistinguishable, but the left hand wants Fushi to destroy the knockers instead of cooperate with them because that means Fushi will lose.

Could you be roommates with this character?

No... well, I could. The left hand would probably be a great roommate until it killed me in my sleep and replaced me with a knocker.

What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Not really sure if this counts as a headcanon, it's more like a theory. I think the left hand will get an actual name by the end of the manga.

Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Not sure what it's called but I like the idea of the left hand wearing a lot of jewelry and mismatched layers of clothing. Because the two characters it's closest to, Fushi and Mizuha, are both collectors of very different types of things. Mizuha collects medals and trophies and trinkets that are bright and shiny. Fushi collects things that most people wouldn't find any value in, like mud balls. So I think the left hand would be a type of collector too. And I would like seeing that reflected in their outfits somehow. I mean, Mizuha has a home to display her stuff in, but the only place the left hand has is whatever body its in. So wearing a bunch of its stuff might be a way of making that body feel like home. But that's all just speculation.

How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

With Yuuki. That's the only relationship the left hand has with anyone in canon that's even remotely good.

How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

With Mizuha. It's not dislike, per say, it's more like they were together for so long but we have no idea how they interacted with each other. What they thought of each other. To Mizuha, maybe the left hand was only a tool, but what about what she was to the left hand? I find it hard to believe that the left hand didn't care about her at all when it's got the same Kahaku issues as Fushi. And we saw how that turned out.

What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

The only one I can think of is Orokappi from After God. They both take on a human form in order to infiltrate human society, and then start to resemble a human on the inside as well. He even makes the same pose as the left hand when it traps Fushi underneath it (which it does twice during their fight) when he's trying to kill his friend. Orokappi is a little less... sophisticated than the left hand, but he's no less of a complex and interesting character.

The Beholder

Why do you like or dislike this character?

I'm kinda neutral towards him honestly. I've defended him to people who don't like him very much, but he didn't get enough development for a character of his importance.

Favorite canon thing about this character?

I like how he just disappears when he loses an argument. It's really petty. In the time when he just seemed like an omniscient, uncaring god, it made him feel more human.

Least favorite canon thing about this character?

I guess I expected him to play a bigger role in the present era, so it was disappointing when he didn't. He was still there quite a bit though, despite his insistence that he didn't want to be involved. I think I would have liked to see how and why he decided to save Tonari and everyone else at school, instead of just "well, I've been human for a while now, so I guess it's having an affect on me," which is what we got. That's a big turning point for Satoru. It's the first time he's actually intervened in anything instead of acting as an observer. But it feels like he went from point A to point B with nothing in between.

Could you be best friends with this character?

I tend to stick to people I find entertaining for whatever reason, and he's definitely entertaining. Maybe that would eventually become a close friendship. But probably not.

How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

... Sumika? It's sweet how Satoru can just be a normal kid with her, even before he loses his memories.

How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

I think the closest to "don't like" would be his relationship with Fushi. I have sympathy for him but he's a terrible father figure.

#lyn since you like non-human characters i would recommend checking out the after god manga i really think you would like it #fumetsu no anata e #to your eternity #to you the immortal #fnae #tye #fnae spoilers #fnae anime spoilers #fnae manga #fushi #immo #the left hand #the beholder #satoru #orginal post

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mushroom-trafficking · 3 months

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bing bong ask meme tell me about them please

Benji 1, 18, 39

Max 2, 12, 23

Archie 13, 17, 28

Putting this one under a cut!

Benji:

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

“Rarely is there truly ever nothing to do. There is always something I can busy myself with. The only thing I dislike more than boredom is wasted time. Any time not utilised is time wasted. I can barely withstand five minutes without engaging in something.”

18. What embarrasses them?

“Oh. Wouldn’t you like to know.”

It actually takes quite a lot to embarrass him. Usually he’s the one embarrassing others because of this. It took him long enough to get over embarrassment to just wear the clothes he enjoys so he tried to not let anything get in the way of what he enjoys. The worst thing you can do however is be direct with him, he’s very flowery and indirect about things if you get what I mean. Calling him out on his bullshit works wonders too.

39. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

“Name me someone who isn’t flawed! We’re all just trying to get by and do what we can, hard to be perfect when around every corner is someone trying to ruin your day.”

The answer is INCREDIBLY easily. He’s no saint himself. He’ll readily ignore quite glaring issues if you help him with whatever it is he wants done. Besides openly flawed people have no right to judge when they’re also working with a flawed idiot.

Max:

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

“Eh, not a lot of people are actually that funny.”

Max tends to steer towards dark humour as a coping thing, but not a lot of people find that shit funny. He rarely lets down his guard enough to enjoy the humour of those around him. It’s usually something really daft will get him going. Ya’know like when you send your Dad a funny animal video and he’s crying with laughter when it’s not really that funny? That kinda thing. Once you find that niche you’re in.

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

“Sometimes if I’m lucky the mutt can sort it out, but not always. I gotta be careful on account o’ the whole, ya’know, claw situation. I shredded a shirt once trying to get to a spot on my back. Not my… Proudest moment.”

Max’s death is able to touch him at times, not constantly, but enough. Sometimes he gets lucky and it can sort it out for him! Personal back scratcher! Though if that won’t work he sometimes just fucking rolls around like a damn dog if no one else is around. Catch him rubbing himself on a tree like a bear and watch him run faster than you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

23. How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

“I’ve started tryin’ to just go after the shit I want. I’ve spent long enough not getting what I want from life I think I’m deservin’ of shit finally going my way for a change.”

Envy itself isn’t something Max struggles with often. He’s a former rich kid so he knows how the other half have lived and he’s pretty much over it at this point. Though he is incredibly resentful overall, he’s got a lot of unlearn and get over.

Archie:

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

“Oh, uh. Hmmmm. BEST? Oh man, that’s hard. I like most colours pretty equally… It’s so hard to pick a favourite… My Ma always said I look good in white… But I think everyone looks good in white! It’s WHITE! Hm. I think. I think it’s gotta be between turquoise or burgundy! But I don’t have much of either at the moment sadly…”

Archie hasn’t really been allowed to explore his options much fashion wise. But now he’s loose on the town there’s nothing stopping him from trying out new styles! He does struggle with picking a favourite colour though, his ideal thing to wear would be one of those colour block jumpers where each part is a different, bright colour.

17. Are they easily embarrassed?

“N…No… (10 second pause) Okay. Yes. I never used to get this flustered back home but out here in the dust it’s… A bit more. Intimidating. I know the wings are a lot but c’mon!! Quit staring!!”

The youngest of three Archie actually had a pretty thick skin back home. Especially being of demonic descent, people get pretty judgy. But that quickly faded getting out into the real world. With any luck he’ll build it back up over time once he’s a bit more used to it out in Red West.

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

“The truth is ALWAYS the best option!!”

Dealing with the ramifications of certain withheld truths, Archie wants nothing but the honest truth. Even if it hurts. Though it’s quickly becoming apparent that the truth is not something post people enjoy sharing around here. Archie only believes in lying for the bit.

#benji #max #archie #oc ask meme #ask #my art

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"don't think i've ever been... serious, about someone," cathan says, his eyes fixed on the sun sinking slowly on the horizon. the sky burns with reds and oranges, a sea of color and warmth that seems all too fitting for this; them, watching the sunset, soft grass underneath their bodies and legs entwined, cathan's head on maru's chest. he reaches for his hand to play with his fingers, tracing every ridge and scar and wrinkle, every knuckle.

"i wanna say the time was just never right, or the person was never right, but -- i guess i was a bit of a coward, too." cathan closes his eyes. since the very first day they met, not opening himself up willingly to maru has become a feat. something about him is so different. cathan can't quite explain it. "i'm not... that scared, with you. i dunno. i s'pose i just hope too fervently you're not gonna tear my heart in two."

he brings maru's hand up to his lips, kisses the back of it ever so tenderly. his heart jumps and stutters in his chest. "what i'm tryin' to say is... i trust you. and i'm... serious. i really am." if that isn't the most terrifying thought he's had in a while, cathan doesn't know what else is.

It's beautiful out there. Peaceful, relaxing and with the sunset bathing them in the last glow of the day, stunning. One arm pillowed the dragoon's head, the other rested on his stomach until Cathan reached for it and Maru let him position his hand as he willed, just feeling the way his lover's fingers explored the well-worn surface. His knuckles had split in a couple of places, scabbed over but an additional texture to explore besides the callouses, the weathered skin, the scars.

He felt the press of Cathan's lips to his hand through all of it and no doubt with an ear pressed to his chest, his fellow Miqo'te could hear the way even that small affection made the feline's heart near skip a beat. He remained quiet though, letting Cathan speak without interruption. For all Maru could be a chatterbox when he wanted to be, he definitely had the sense to understand when silence would speak louder for him and allowing his lover to speak his mind was one such instance.

Intertwining their fingers, Maru hummed softly. "It can feel like a vulnerability to let someone in, but it's not," he reflected quietly when it seemed his fellow Miqo'te had finished, watching the sun set but not really seeing it for the moment. "I'm grateful that you've allowed me, that you trust me."

He gave their joined hands a small squeeze, inhaled deeply and watched Cathan rise and fall with the motion of his chest as he did.

"I'll make no promises regarding what the future may hold, but please believe me when I say that it's not mine intent to break your heart. If it's within my power to do so, I will always return to you."

Cathan was precious to him; a home he'd been denied for summers on end after being cast out of his tribe and he wasn't like to let him go if he could help it.

#dawnsung #chara: cathan #THIS IS SO SOFT #Adakjshdakjdh #I love them so bad #god this made me happy #i'm gonna assume he knows by this stage #that maru's the wol #and just sit here being happy for them

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frogzxch · 1 year

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Transported to another universe

ya'll this is my first time tryin to make a fanfic, i hope that i will get better soon or imrpove this fanfics huhu

WARNING: fights , complicated relationship, angts , random characters! Pls don't attack me whenever this is not kinda canon of pantalone 💀 might have miss spelled or miss type words

[ Pearing: Pantalone x fem reader ]

suggest some tips lolll it's my first time bro

You suddenly woke up in a unrecognized place you where under the tree waking up when the sun light disturb you, you suddenly sit up and observing the place and try to remember where you are

y/n pov: " ugh.. where am i-?? "

You couldn't remember anything about this place so you got up and felt weird you process your mind while you where walking around the forest, you walk by the river and you look at your appearance you look different you where shock for a second that you jump a little.

y/n: " i think i have been transferred from this kind of place-.. god- "

You're hair was curly and short with brunette colored hair and you had some freckles and you also have unique colored green eyes with the mix of blue you look kinda dirty also and your clothes where like for poor people on the streets.

Time past and it's night already and your still trying to find a place to stay a little bit, until you found some fatui guards in your area you where curious about them and so you kidnapped one and beat the living hell out of him after that you hid his body from a place no one will notice, you also stoled the guard clothing and then blend in through the other fatui guards.

You soon lined up or followed the guards from what they where doing that is to stand beside the entrance and guard, the door opened and there it is a tall figured man with black long hair his face looked like a god that you would kneel and worship for but the face was just a mask for show his glasses shines and his aura was just powerful you saw a black haired girl walking beside him she was also beautiful it's like they where lover's in your eyes. The guard's soon greeted them both with a bow and you also followed bowing.

At the next day you again dressed as one of the guards no one still know about you and you where walking with some guards to go with the black haired girl you saw last night, and there you know her name ( Ying Yue ) she was the black haired man lover that you saw she ordered you to follow her going shopping while the rest of the guards stayed, you where kinda nervous and a little bit scared for some reason you kinda feel like someone was spying on you but you ignored it.

After ying yue shopping spree you're arms where tired of carrying the thing's she buyed you wondered how much money does her lover have little did you know he was one the fatui but you don't know about the fatui things since you just got transported into the world.

You started to miss your own place that is every night you would think of a way to go home but it always fails you cried silently sometimes when you sleep in your room [ which is it was the guard room that you killed ] at the next day you again was ordered to protect the lady it was annoying all the time since she has bad attitude she would be braty and sometimes at night you would hear them both doing sexual things and it just disturb you.

The day that the lady was ambush by some men and hurted her and you failed to prorect her... You're heart was tribbling and you feel nervous scared and you feel suffocate when you know that you would be blamed maybe something will happen to you after the lady was hurt, you heared so many rumors that the lover of the lady was really cruel when it comes to his lady being hurt or worst.

Then they said he would torture the one's that are involved especially the guard that is with his lady your head was about to go crazy after hearing those rumors, there was only one thing to do.

And that is to run away as soon as you can when you still have your time you didn't want to die or something bad happend to you yet since you just arrived you decided to escape at night after pantalone came rushing back to the mansion after his works all day and also the news he received. And you did you run as you can your heart was beating so fast it was midnight you where still running through the woods and it was dark and cold.

And you stop when you see there where no one you can see you sat down under the tree once again crying because of what the heck is happening you just wanted to burts all of your emotions instead of keeping it inside you all the time, you heard something from the shadow of the forest you suddenly froze for a second you got up and ready to defend yourself from whatever that is last thing you know you where knock off.

You woke up from a room that is so luxurious you where tied up and then there he is the man standing and looked all scary to you pantalone walk closer to you and said the words you where hella scared of.

Pantalone: " did you really think you could just escape me dear? "

he chuckled for a moment he grab your hair and raise you up he's holding your hair to tight that it hurted. You where sweating and tears start to show you where scared you where shaking you wished this was all a dream to you but it wasn't he then called the guards and ordered them to lock you up for now since he has some " business " to do.

I'll post part 2 if you guys think this is not weird as heck 😭🤚

#pantalones #fatui x reader #fatui harbingers #genshin #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin characters #genshin pantalone #genshin fanfic #fanfic #angts

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riiiotuniverse · 8 months

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GUYS

RADIO SILENCE BY ALICE OSEMAN = SPIRIT ORB BY CHLOE MORIONDO . Frances + aled and their academics and everything literally is Bugbear. " I've got so many years to flesh this out and be what I wanna be But it's confusing to say the least" and "I feel so brain dead next to you It's not like you intended to Hurt me or make me feel that way And I'm not tryin' to complain But it just sucks to try and explain Why I feel like this every day" sorry this is copy and pasted BUT BADICALLY LIKE THE WHOLE SONG.

Also u know the chapter i think it was called laugh and run? Or maybe it was something totally different bt in the end it had basically a scene of them in the forsst and and having fun and the most wholesome thing and u know how they're normally wrapped up in their acamdeic/school stuff . But when they're with eachother they have fun . That's like "I've got such little time for messing around and donf all the things I wanna do is be inclined" or idk im rambling but like the first line of far away friend. ANF ALSO LIKE The mention of fields and the sky and AAAA it's all in the chapter as well. And then thers uh kindergarten and know how many times in the book aled is mentioned to look like a child. Big teddy bear vibes and kindergarten is big teddy bear vibes . ALSO it's just so cute and idk. And the whole book is so ghost adventure spirit orb themed cus like u know the song is so like set in another dream reality sort of just like how Universe City is. ALSO not to mention the spirit orb ep cover is the same color as the radio silence cover. Holy shit guys like look 2 of my favorite things

#sorry for this super long post but I'm just so excited #radio silence #alice oseman #aled last #frances janvier #chloe moriondo #spirit orb #music #books #osmanverse

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duckletranslations · 2 years

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Ariadne Ch 10 - Answers to Illusions 3

Season: Fall

Niki: Keuk, huk…. euk, I’m hungry~ !

Can’t take anymore. I can’t even move cuz my stomach is stuck to my back…!

Rinne: Well, ya still have energy to cry, so. How ‘bout we just get a move on~

Niki: What was that? An impersonation of the Vice President?

Saying things like “Get a move on.” If even Rinne-kun takes the Vice President’s side, what am I to do…..!

Rinne: It’s not like that. I’m just tryin ta find the Golden Treasure Chest ASAP and get that beef tongue. If we don’t, you’re gonna keel over.

Kohaku: Niki-han, your complexion’s lookin’ pale, even I’m worried.

HiMERU: According to the map, there seems to be a Golden Treasure Chest at the end of this one-way-road. Before Shiina hits his limit, we must quickly proceed to the mission.

Niki: I, I understand. I will also try my hardest…..!

…..Nng?

HiMERU: What is it, Shiina.

Niki: No, it’s that something feels weird under my feet. Like the ground feels strangely soft.

What could this be…. If I look closely, the color of the soil is only different around here. Mmmm?

Kohaku: Wait. Niki-han. Under your feet, ain’t that sensor like the locks on the Golden Treasure Chests?

….Mm. It’s just made of a material that has a similar color as the ground, so no doubt?

Niki: What are you saying?

Rinne: The way that a sensor is installed at the beginning of this one-way-road—

Urgent Mission!

Avoid the Minotaur that appears in the labyrinth, and reach the Golden Treasure Chest!

Rinne: This sound of footsteps….. I’ve heard ‘em in my hometown before. No shot….

Dududududududu!

Kohaku: What’s that!? Cows….. a herd!?

Niki: Cows….when you say that do you mean beef tongue!?

HiMERU: —It seems so. Perhaps this is the mission with Shiina’s prize.

Kohaku: Is this really the time for an objective analysis! Those cows, they look t’be runnin’ right at us!

HiMERU: Vice President, could you please elaborate on the mission?

Ibara: Ahaha! Surprised? To go along with the name “Minotaur’s Labyrinth,” we prepared real cattle!

This mission is the most dire crisis of “Minotaur’s Labyrinth”! Get your hands on the Golden Treasure Chest before the cows get you!

Anyone whom a cow touches will be considered prey to the monster of the labyrinth, the Minotaur, and will be eliminated!

Well, these cows have been specially trained, so they are not dangerous!

They follow people well, so I imagine if you get too close they will surround you and lick you!

…..So rest easy and work on the mission ♪

Kohaku: Rest easy, my ass! If we get hit head-on, sure as hell we’re gettin’ hurt!

HiMERU: Agreed. HiMERU is so shocked, he is at a loss for words.

However, he should have seen this coming since the earlier quiz mission. Knowing the Vice President, of course he would actually have a monster appear in the “Minotaur’s Labyrinth.”

HiMERU failed to expect that the monster would be real cattle. Was the Vice President thinking this would be better than someone wearing a cow mask?

Rinne: That must be it. Guided by “Ariadne’s Thread,” the escape from the labyrinth where the Minotaur lives—

Callin’ yourselves Eden based on the Bible, “Viper”-kun has his poetic moments from time to time?

HiMERU: Fufu. Records of war really do get treated as myths with the passage of time. To think an actual cow would come to be called the Minotaur.

Niki: Uh, well we have to run away! At this rate we’ll all be surrounded, and a terrible sight will get broadcast…!

Quick, let’s go! If we don’t run away all together—

Uwah, euuuk…..!

HiMERU: —Shiina. Your legs are shaking. It looks like you’re having trouble standing.

HiMERU will lend you a shoulder. Shiina, you must survive for the sake of completing the mission.

Niki: But…. if you do that, HiMERU-kun, even you might get caught up in it too!

If so, what will you do about “Ariadne’s Thread?”

HiMERU: That—

Kohaku: …..Jeez. Whatta pain.

HiMERU-han, Rinne-han, Niki-han. I’m gonna lure the cows away, so go find the key.

HiMERU: Oukawa….

Niki: Is, is that alright? He said if a cow touches you, then you’ll be eliminated, so Kohaku-chan running with the rest of us might be…..

Kohaku: When I worried over ya Niki-han, dog tired outta hunger, guess I looked like easy game, huh.

No. We looked like easy game from the beginning. Whatever Vice President-han was thinkin’ when he dragged us into this underground labyrinth, I can’t even fathom it.

But we’re the troublemakers of the idol industry. Those infamous good-for-nothings of Crazy:B, prolly thought it’s ok to shove them around like this.

Actually, that’s the truth. Not bein’ invited to proper lives or events. Singin’ songs at nightclubs, gettin’ the plans for Hot Limit from Anzu-han—

Those who live in the shadows have their own place there, an’ we won’t deny ‘em that. However, to step foot in the shadows, an’ mock ‘em for it—well that’s unforgivable.

Rather than runnin’ away, I gotta show my finest self for the last time, that’s the path I’ll pave.[1]

Rinne: Haha. Now wasn’t that a cool speech, Kohaku-chan.

HiMERU: —We’ll leave the rest to you. Oukawa.

Niki: Hold up, you two—what if Kohaku-chan gets hurt!?

HiMERU: No, if this is Oukawa, he will be fine. Because whatever circumstances Oukawa has gone through, he is somehow very well trained.

Judging from that unfazed attitude, if it weren’t for the rule, “you cannot touch a cow” he certainly would have already stopped all of them right here.

Niki: Neh! Well, well still—

HiMERU: Hurry up and go first, Shiina.

The only thing the idol HiMERU can do is not let Oukawa’s self-sacrifice be in vain.

Rinne: It’d be terrible to see all four people be eliminated.

After so much trouble, Kohaku-chan threw himself away for us. Doesn’t it just make sense to trust in that?

Niki: Un-understood. I’ll also believe in the both of you!

Kohaku: With that, it should be enough. The only thing we can do t’leave Vice President-han speechless: puttin’ on the greatest performance in this Minotaur’s Labyrinth.

And if that happens, even we’ll become a tiny bit free—

Alright. Dear cows. Wanna play with me?

Kohaku says this will be his "flower path," a Korean expression that is used for wishing a good future upon someone, or holding yourself excellently for said future. Simultaneously, it could imply bittersweetness in separation and hope for reunion, fitting for this situation, with the added correlation between Kohaku and flowers.

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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years

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Don’t Change it Up

Tim’s new DJ keeps adding new beats in the middle of song performances, and Tim’s had enough.

Tim x MC

For @csmicletters

Tim hated this guy.

He’d finally gotten signed to a deal and he was assigned a DJ to accompany his performances, but if this guy didn’t stop, he was going to lose his deal for blowing up at him.

Now to be fair, the guy didn’t actually do anything wrong. He was a good DJ. He never tried to steal attention, always staying in the back and even wearing one of those masks to keep his face hidden. Tim felt like that was just a gimmick for attention though.

Tim was still annoyed. Did he have reason to be annoyed? Well, Rohan and Jake told him no, that the DJ wasn’t doing anything to him. But he was mixing new beats into established songs during live shows without consulting Tim, like he was trying to mess him up, and Tim absolutely would not admit that the beats were sick and he always had a freestyle to throw in that flowed perfectly. Apparently it was just how the DJ worked. The producer said he didn’t do it to every artist he worked with though, which just irritated Tim more. Why was he being singled out?

Every time it happened, Tim would glare at him, but the DJ- who went by Weeknight- would just send him a thumbs up.

They had a huge performance at the Glastonbury Festival coming up, could they really make a risk like this on a scale that big?

He needed to figure this out before they embarrassed themselves.

After the show ended in Liverpool, Tim marched back to the dressing rooms, fully prepared to finally give his DJ a piece of his mind, but he was gobsmacked when he threw the door open.

In front of him stood the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, shirt thrown off and onto the floor as you looked concentrated at a duffle bag you were rifling through. Tim hadn’t been sure if he could even try to get your attention, but he didn’t need to when the door finished it’s opening swing and thudded off the wall causing your eyes to jump to him. He could see the ghost of smirk grace your lips, as you fished out a tank top and pulled it on over your bra, and he realized his jaw was still hanging. He had to avert his gaze, catching sight of the boring color of the dressing room walls, before he remembered why he was here, “Where is that arse hidin’?”

You blinked at him, lights making your eyes shine a thousand different shades it almost distracted him again, before you spoke and your voice filled him with warmth while shooting chills through his body, “Where is who, mate?”

“The DJ?” He gestured to the sign on the door, announcing he was, in fact, standing in Weeknight’s room.

You cocked your head, “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah! That bellend keeps making me looking daft!”

“How?” Your brow was furrowed now, and Tim absentmindedly wondered if you were offended on behalf of your boyfriend.

“Keeps changing the tracks. Tryina mess me up.”

“Or-“ you offered, clearly confused, “To offer you the opportunity to shine and give the audience a once in a lifetime listening experience, since your freestyles change every time it happens and you have the skills to keep up, they get to experience the song differently than they do the recording.”

“I-“ Tim’s brain halted. He hadn’t really thought about the audience enjoying his freestyles, his friends made fun of how often he would randomly freestyle. He shook his head, “Pretty sure the prat is just tryin’ to embarrass me. He can’t be doing this shit when we go to Glastonbury.”

Your face shifted into a glare, “I’m the prat. You’ve handled the changes just fine, so whatcha bitchin’ about exactly, ya knobhead?”

“No, ya ain’t! I think I’d know if some bird was my DJ!” Tim wasn’t sure why he was raising his voice. You had no reason to be lying to him, but he was sure…

You fished around in your bag, pulling out the exact outfit you’d worn during the performance, “You wanna act like a tosser about it, fine. I won’t do it anymore. Hope you still enjoy your performances when they start going stale.” You shoved past him and out the door without another word. This was bad.

Talia had been a close friend to Tim since she interviewed him at his first big show, and she was the first to corner him about the apparently obvious falling out between the music team. “Tim, what the hell, mate?”

“What?” Tim blinked at her. It had been a week since he yelled at you in your dressing room, and there have been two performances since where he could tell the audience expecting more than what they got. He hated it. He’d been annoyed but looking back he could see how excited the listeners got when the songs changed up live. Not to mention every track he received from you had some sort of insult attached to it now.

Talia rolled her eyes at him, “You know, when they were looking for a DJ for you, and I recommended Y/N, I really thought the two of you would hit it off.”

“You recommended that scrubber!?”

Talia punched him in the arm, hard, “That’s my cousin, you prat. I know damn well she didn’t do anything to mess ya up, either, so tell me what the fuck that was about?”

Tim rubbed at his arm where she’d hit him, “Thought she was a dude.” He offered with a halfhearted shrug, wincing when she raised her fist to hit him again, “I’m sorry! I can’t really see much of her while she’s in the booth, all the tracks are sent to me online, I just thought it was some bellend trying to embarrass me!”

The journalist sighed, “You wanna know why I recommended her?” She continued when he looked interested, “She always complains that the artists she’s assigned to work with don’t have the talent to keep up with her. Then, I guess, she heard you when she was in the mixing studio one day.” Tim could vaguely remember that. About a week before the studio had told him who his DJ would be, he heard someone dropping a beat in the studio and couldn’t stop himself, and as he was going they kept changing the track. Talia shrugged, “Guess you impressed her or something, I’m not sure. I just know you kept up. So I put in the recommendation with that guy Nicky. He was excited, we both thought the two of you would be a perfect match. Someone to keep up with her beats, someone to keep up with your rhymes.”

“Why were we never actually introduced?” Tim wondered aloud, the DJ’s that swapped out for his performances before you were always introduced to him.

Talia gave him a wry smile, “Same reason she wears a mask. Doesn’t want her face out there, to anyone. She feels a connection to her music, so she doesn’t want her appearance to be a factor. It gave her a tough go, to be honest. Because producers are all about an artist’s sex appeal. It’s why Nicky was blessing.”

When they arrived in Somerset for the festival, Tim still hadn’t spoken to you. And he knew he was a knobhead about the whole thing. You were the most talented DJ he’d ever seen, let alone worked with, and he’d let his pride get too big because in his head he was the artist. But that’s not really true when he only writes the lyrics. You were a team. If you embarrassed him, you would face the same embarrassment. People would judge how poorly you worked together if things went wrong. He wandered around, trying to find where they’d set you up, when he found Talia walked with someone he didn’t know. “Tim, this is Blake.” She gestured to the girl that was definitely dressed to catch as many eyes as possible, both with her outfit and how much skin it showed, “She’ll be your DJ today.”

The girl offered her hand, what should be a seductive smile on her face, “Good to meet you.”

Tim jerked like he’d been hit, “Where’s Y/N?”

Talia just offered a sad look, “Didn’t ya hear, mate? Weeknight asked for an artist change.”

Tim’s eyes widened, and he booked it over to where he’d seen Nicky at a tent full of producers, “Nicky, mate, please tell me Talia heard it wrong.”

Nicky just gave him a pitying look, excusing himself from the conversation he was in with a guy Tim remembered from an old band- Boyz something or other, Tim wasn’t sure- and came over to talk to him, “Tim, you insulted Weeknight. She asked me for a change. I thought you’d be happy about this.” He rubbed a hand against the back of his, waving his wife off when Elladine looked concerned speaking with Yasmín.

Tim groaned into his hands before tugging at his hair, “I can’t do this show without her, mate. I need to apologize and-“

Nicky shrugged, “Don’t know what to tell you, mate. She might not even be with the label much more.”

Tim felt like someone threw ice water down his back, “What?”

“She’s spoken to me about it.” He offered, “Nothing’s official yet, but Kassam Maleek offered her a deal. Guess he’s not a fan of her mask gimmick, though.”

Tim just shook his head, “I’m not going up there if she’s not in that booth behind me. Mask and all.”

Nicky crossed his arms, brows furrowed, “Mate, you have to. It’s in your contract to perform all of your booked performances.”

Tim threw his hands up, “I don’t care if I breach the contract! She’s the only DJ I’ll work with. If she ain’t gonna be here, you can find another artist to fill my slot.”

He left before Nicky could reply.

When his time was close to starting, Tim stood with Talia by one of the vendors debating if he wanted to get a beer to deal with the start of what would be the aftermath of this decision, and then a staticky electronic voice came over the speakers. “Hello everyone. This is Weeknight, coming to you live from the greatest festival I have ever seen. We can get you rocking as soon as someone finds my bellend of an artist.” Tim’s head whipped around to face the stage, where you were already pointing at him from the booth, mic raised to your mask, “Timye, we doing this or are you gonna disappoint all these loyal fans?” He ran up there, leaning over to you away from the mic.

“Y/N?”

“No, it’s Santa Claus, ya knob.”

He crushed the smile that threatened to spread on his face, “What about Blake?”

You shrugged, “She took the position with Kassam. He’s gonna regret agreeing to it when he finds out how much of a dive she can be.”

He snorted, taking the mic the stagehand brought out to him, “Who’s ready to see Weeknight mix it up the way only they know how?” He could feel your skeptical expression through the mask, “Yes, Weeknight. I want you to change it up again. This people need that once in a lifetime experience.” He was more than aware that he was feeding your ego, but as he remembered how gorgeous your smile was, he couldn’t really bring himself to care.

The next time the two of you had an argument was years later, when you argued about the two of you performing at your own wedding reception. Talia had migraines for days listening to both of you argue you why you should do it, and Rohan almost saw his life flash before his eyes when he asked why it was an argument if you both wanted to do it.

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