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aphroditelovesu · 5 months

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Since requests are closing in a few days, I just wanted to put another one in. No rush go get it done of course!

I want to request a oneshot/reaction where Alexander gives reader a really, REALLY expensive necklace. Maybe it's a wedding present, a just because present , or something following the birth of the twins. You can decide what you want to do with that 😁!

Also, I keep picturing a necklace made of opal??? Not only is it a stunning gem stone, but it was also thought to be the tears of Zeus in ancient Greece, which would be an interesting tie to Alexander. Again, it's just a suggestion. You can use whatever gemstone you want!

Thanks, and take care ❤️❤️❤️!

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❝ 📜— lady l: this had been sitting in my drafts for a while and I finally decided to write it. I got a little carried away, so it's a little big, but I hope you like it and if you want to order anything else, feel free, anon! Good reading and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: none, just fluff and very soft!Alexander.

❝📜pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.

❝word count: 1,308.

Alexander wanted to find something to give you. Something expensive and extravagant, something that would leave you impressed.

He felt like he owed you that. Not only had you given birth to his children, but you were loved by him and he wanted to please you. He thought of several options: a horse, silk clothes, food and even drink. He still wasn't sure what you might like.

Until he had an idea after talking to Hephaestion. He was the one who gave you the idea of giving you a necklace made from a special and rare gem. And he knew it was the right choice to make.

It was no easy task to get a merchant to have the necklace he liked and deemed worthy of you to wear around your delicate neck, but after the fifth try with a different merchant, he finally knew what your gift should be. He decided to gift you with an opal necklace, a jewel that reflected the beauty and mystery of his passion.

It would change color and he would know that it would look beautiful and graceful on your neck. Everything about you was beautiful and graceful, so the necklace would only stand out on you and no one else.

This opulent piece was adorned with the most dazzling opals that could be found in the entire Empire. Each stone sparkled with vibrant colors, dancing like the aurora borealis reflected in the starry night. The necklace was a unique treasure, a harmony of opalescent hues, displaying hues of celestial blue, emerald green, and royal purple.

The merchant who sold it told him a story about the necklace and it was this story that convinced him to buy it. According to the Persian merchant, legend said that opals were gifts from star spirits, who bestowed their blessings on those who used them with love and wisdom. The necklace was not just a piece of jewelry, but a source of magical power. Its colors and reflections were believed to contain the essence of nature, connecting the wearer to the spiritual realms and bringing fortune and protection.

Whoever owned the opal necklace was seen as a keeper of ancient secrets, an heir to the ancient magic that flowed through the precious stones. It was said that opal possessed the ability to amplify intuition and creativity, allowing the wearer to see beyond the ordinary, opening doors to new possibilities and inspiration.

After this explanation, Alexander knew that this necklace must be yours. Not just because of your story, but because of who you were. From when you really came. No one was more worthy than you.

There was also another version of the story that convinced him to buy it. Knowing how religious Alexander was, the merchant also told him that the opal was made from the tears of Zeus. Long ago, at the beginning of Greek civilization, when the gods walked among mortals, Zeus, the mighty king of the gods, shed tears of joy and sorrow over human fate. These tears, upon touching the earth, transformed into radiant stones known as opals, carrying within them the duality of emotions of the great god.

Thus was born the opal, a legendary gem forged by Zeus' own tears. Each stone was shaped from divine emotions, capturing the essence of heaven and earth. Its unique iridescence reflected not only the colors of the rainbow, but also the contrasting feelings of joy and sadness, hope and despair, harmonized in an eternal dance of light and shadow. Ancient sages believed that the necklace was not just a manifestation of beauty, but rather a link between mortals and the gods. It was said that whoever wore the opal necklace would be enveloped in the protection of Zeus and would have the divine wisdom to navigate life's challenges.

And maybe when little Aella grew up, he could give her a necklace similar to the one he chose for you.

He smiled at the thought and with the necklace inside a small wooden box with gold ornaments, he walked to the room you shared in the Babylonian palace. Straightening his posture, Alexander knocked on the door and after hearing a soft ''come in'', he opened the door and smiled widely when he saw you sitting in a padded chair with Aella in one arm and Cyrus in the other. He fell silent when he realized the twins were asleep.

You looked at him and smiled softly when you saw what he had in his hands. Alexander placed the box on a table next to the bed and approached you, carefully taking Cyrus in his arm. You smiled lovingly when you saw him cuddling the baby in his arms.

Whispering, Alexander says, ''I have something for you.''

You smiled and asked curiously, ''What is it?''

Alexander carefully picked up the box with the arm that wasn't swinging Cyrus and placed him on your lap, looking at you expectantly. You smiled and opened the box with a little difficulty due to the sleeping child in your arms. Your eyes widened when you saw the lush opal necklace. You had never seen such beautiful jewelry.

Alexander, who was watching you like a hawk, smiled at you.

''Alexander, that's…'' You swallowed and took the necklace in your hand, carefully observing its details. The necklace was a magnificent piece, a heavenly masterpiece that captivated the eyes of all who dared to gaze upon it. Every aspect of the necklace was a symphony of intertwined beauty and magic.

The centerpiece of the necklace consisted of a main opal, a generously sized gem that radiated an unparalleled iridescent glow. This central opal was an explosion of celestial color, with soft, shimmering hues that moved like an aurora borealis trapped within the gemstone. Its tones ranged from the deep blue of twilight to the lush green of enchanted forests, and occasional glimpses of the deep red of divine fire.

Around the main opal, a series of smaller opals were skillfully arranged, forming a necklace that seemed to have been woven by the stars' own hand. Each smaller gem had its own color personality, some glowing an ethereal blue, others a crystalline green, and still others with purple and gold hues reminiscent of the sun setting over distant mountains.

The structure of the necklace was as intricate as the reflections of the opals. Delicate strands of gold wove between the gems, creating a sparkling frame that complemented the iridescence of the opals. Small, intricate metal sculptures, decorated with designs that resembled star constellations, adorned the necklace, giving it an aura of ancient magic.

''Do you like it?'' Alexander asked after you remained silent, observing the necklace with a strange expression.

''I loved it.'' You whispered, admiring the necklace. Alexander walked over to you and took the necklace from your hands and placed Cyrus back in your arms, careful not to wake him. He stood behind you and removed your hair from your neck, placing the magnificent necklace around your neck. You closed your eyes when you felt the touch of his calloused fingers on your skin and sighed when the necklace was placed on you.

''I'm glad, it suits you.'' He kissed your neck affectionately and you closed your eyes, smiling.

Alexander leaned closer to your ear and whispered, ''When I heard the story about the opal… I knew it would have to be yours and yours alone.''

You opened your eyes and turned your head, looking at him. ''And what is this story?''

Alexander smiled widely and after kissing your forehead, he began to tell you both stories he had heard from the merchant. You just listened in silence, delighting in his words, with your sleeping children on your arm and the weight of the beautiful necklace around your neck.

Your small, loving family.

#history #yandere history #yandere historical characters #yandere alexander the great #yandere alexander the great x reader #alexander the great x reader #tlq #the lost queen #reaction #imagine #o- anon #yandere imagine #yandere reaction

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thekissofaphrodite · 4 months

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Heart of Stone

Jessica Parker Kennedy!Medusa X Blind!wife!reader

Summary: Humans after creatures were petrified by her blinding eye, but it seems like Medusa's heart of stone was fixed by a certain someone she calls a wife.

Warning: Flashbacks of Rape and Death of child (I think that's all)

Author's note: Percy Jackson this, Luke Castellan that. I'll take medusa.

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"You think I'll hold a grudge on you just because you are a daughter of Athena?" Medusa said sweetly as she stared at Annabeth through her veiled hat whilst pouring freshly made lemonade into one of the cups.

Annabeth kept a neutral expression, carefully watching Medusa's movements whilst keeping an eye on grover, who munched happily on one of the snacks.

Medusa watched grover with a smile, barely glancing at percy.

"You like them?" She asked Grover, The Satyr nodded enthusiastically.

"My wife made them." All of the eyes were now on medusa's.

The trio shared a confused glance, Percy and Grover threw Annabeth a 'What the actual hell did she say?' and Annabeth threw back a much confused glance, saying 'I dont know either'

Percy was the first one to break the silence, His head still low as he played with the strawberry cheesecake on his plate with a silver fork.

"Er..Wife? you said...isn't that impossible since you're.. You know..." Medusa chuckled wholeheartedly, Annabeth just rolled her eyes and nudged Grover.

"She's blind.. The gods also punished her a long time ago.." After that statement, the trio immediately turned their heads, curiously sitting down and patiently waiting for a story.

"She was once a beautiful nymph that served Circe... Goddess of Aiaia. She was beautiful, then...Hermes.. The messenger God fell in love with her whilst he was still in a relationship with Circe, She rejected him multiple times, but in desperation he—" Medusa Inhaled sharply, Her fist curling up into a ball in anger, she was hesitating to continue the story.

"He asked Aphrodite to make him a draught so she can sleep with him..and it worked, When Circe found out she was so outraged and jealous that she poured every potion she had into her eyes..Her once beautiful green eyes, and cursed her saying 'You shall never see the light of day, Again' " The story finished, Annabeth, Percy and Grover went silent, Medusa however looked at the demigods, watching for any signs of mercy or pity in their eyes.

Then, the silence was interrupted by someone, behind the door.

"Emmy? I think the food you're making is burnt— I smell brownies— Oh! please tell me you're making them!" You. She were gorgeous, with waist length red hair and pale skin, a line of dark freckles trailing down your breasts and arms. you was wearing a floral dress beautifully. you almost looked like a goddess. If it wasn't for your grey eyes, that was once green that made you less perfect.

Medusa's expressions changed neutrally to cheerful. The trio noticed a pair of ring Medusa and Her wife had.

The blind woman, who was Medusa's wife, had a snake ring on her finger, while medusa had a simple gold ring with an emerald stone.

"We have visitors?" You asked, As Medusa walked towards you and looped her arms with yours.

"They're demigods, Dear" Medusa whispered to your ear, making you frown a little.

"I'll go back to the kitchen. You can handle them, yes?" Medusa nodded, and you a kiss on your cheeks before watching her wife go.

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It wasn't that long when you heard screams and running footsteps, It was definitely the demigods.

Years after years, you lived with Medusa, The bravest warriors to the most cowardly men had stepped inside your home, and none escaped. Not with her deadly eyes.

But you knew those demigods don't stood a chance.

You stared at the blowing kettle, feeling the heat wash over you as sweat trickled down your neck.

And why should you and medusa hide your capabilities and powers when you two are far more superior?

You remembered it all too well.

Hermes drugged you and forced you into his bed, shamelessly raping you all over again until he's content, Circe in fury punishing you. You begged and explained, You really did...But she never listened.

Circe, Banishing you out of Aiaia... You being pregnant. You giving birth near a cave.. Your baby boy dying... Medusa finding you...

Life was hard.. The Gods gave no mercy and pity. But here you are. Still standing with the woman who saved you.

You heard footsteps coming upstairs. You smiled thinking that your trap might work.

"Do you find everything pleasant?" You whispered sweetly.

there was no response.

But then, someone grabbed you by your long hair and slashed your neck.

Medusa ran as fast as she could when she heard screams, But her heeled sandals failed her.

You were now lying on the ground, blood spurting out of your neck as you tried to gasp for air. Tears poured down your cheeks as you tried to say Medusa's name.

Medusa screamed. A blood curling scream as she fell down and held your body. The wife she had protected all these years. Her wife. Her soul mate. Her one and true love, Dead.

You tried to speak, but no words came out of your mouth. Instead, as you were dying, Your green eyes gained a clearer vision of your wife. Her beautiful face was crying, Snakes hissing as her hair..But you never mind, Her beauty never scared you after all. Her blue eyes looked at yours. As you slip away from consciousness, you can sleep peacefully after taking a look at your blue-eyed beauty.

In the small cottage, Medusa stood up, Your blood staining her hands as she glanced at the trio, She slowly walked towards them, and grinned.

"I don't mind three additional statues filling my home..."

A/N: FIRST MEDUSA FF. HOW DID I DO? I RLLY WANNA ADD TRAGEDY AND LOVE AT THE SAME TIME SO HERE WE ARE! I DO HOPE YOU LIKE EM!!

#percy jackon and the olympians #medusa #jessica parker kennedy #percy jackson #xy/n #lovers #wlw

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m1ssunderstanding · 4 months

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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day One

So I know this has probably been overdone by lots of people on lots of years but I haven't done it yet and I want to so here goes: I'm going to rewatch get back with the days matched up and catalogue my thoughts as I watch.

We don't get to see George and John saying hi to each other, but I'm struck by how careful they are with Ringo when he comes in. "Hi Ringo, happy new year." From both of them, with full eye contact soft, sweet voices. I wonder if they're really wanting to be so gentle with him after what happened at the end of August. Not like walking on eggshells at all, but just very "we're working on doing better because we care about you."

While Paul's not there, John is giving George full attention, leaning in to him, facing him while they sing, and George seems to really love it

But then Paul shows up and you can tell before we even see him that he's arrived, because suddenly John's gaze is gone from George. His eyebrows shoot up, he chin-tilts, and (this sounds insane I know but it's what I just watched) his singing drastically improves. He's putting effort in, performing.

Paul sits down and the shy little grins and glances and inside jokes (at George's expense and hypocritical of John) ensue immediately.

Ringo's jacket. The black with the maroon velvet collar. It's very cool and it's very unique to him. I don't see the other three pulling it off the way he does. He just has effortless swagger. If the other three wore something like that they'd look like try-hards.

George's sassy little hair flip. "oh, you're recording our conversation?"

Meanwhile John and Paul are back at it like magnets I swear. Turned in to each other, talking gibberish, and strumming

George with the deadpan sass again. "Maybe we should just learn a few songs first." Lol he's so stone cold.

"Oh please believe me." "Yes I will." Come on. Do you ever stop? And then the silent communication when they screwed up. We don't see Paul's face but John makes such a cute "oops sorry" face and they keep going.

Paul's literally so bossy. I find it such a turn on, really, watching it. Just because it's him being a genius who has a vision and sucks at social skills. But if I were in that band and he wasn't letting me hit I'd literally hate him.

John's so delighted with Paul's "everybody's got a hard on... Except for me and my monkey." Because that's one of the ways he often expresses his love for Paul and Paul's giving it back to him here. So John's just "Oh he made a joke about my song. He's teasing me. He does like me."

Paul literally diggs John's part of IGAF so fucking hard though. Like as soon as John's singing, Paul can not be still. Can not. He just thinks John's so so clever (and to be fair he is)

Crazy eye fucking continues

Then Paul's off to talk big boy plans with the daddies for a minute. (would love to know who he waved at then sucked his finger) "Is this your place, Twickenham?" Okay. Feeling out a potential daddy's pockets. I see you.

Obsessed with Yoko's emerald bag and how she got her little boyfriend to wear the exact color of Henley. Ken was literally made to be Barbies accessory and he's doing such a great job matching her purse. She's so pretty and cool.

It cracks me up how extremely nonchalant Ringo is about Magic Christian. (I LOVE that movie. Ringo is so hot in it and it's anti-capitalist so it's a winner). Dennis O'Dell is all "the scripts are marvelous." And Ringo's just "yeah you told me." And then Dennis is like "I'll take up up and show you around these really great sets." Ringo: "yeah okay." It's almost like the other three have no chill so he has to have only chill to balance it out.

They really are so blunt with each other when they don't like something. "I don't dig that." "Scrap that." Which is good. If only they could've been blunt when they did like things too though. And I guess they were sometimes. Like John telling Paul to keep that lyric in Hey Jude. But I don't think they were half as open with their positive feelings about each other's work as they were the other way around and that's so sad to me.

Why does George single Paul out about the sandwiches? It's cute. I love it. But what is it? Is he particularly worried about Paul and food because Paul's picky? Is it just their relationship that they take care of each other in these simple ways because they can't take care of each other emotionally?

Fucking hell why does Paul literally flirt with everyone all the time? "No separation in there." "Rain or snow will do me." "Yeah, you're pretty right, Michael."

Pretty sure John was looking at the lyrics of TOU off that sheet that said "Another Quarrymen Original" at the bottom. I wonder what he thought of that. I wonder if it was there to signal him, and if so what was it signalling? "Hey this is about you."??

"Two of us Henry Cooper." Referencing a boxer in a song about him and John. Why? Because they're fighting?

#get back #the beatles #paul mccartney #ringo starr #john lennon #george harrison #Dennis Odell #mclennon #michael lindsay hogg

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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General Kai x ReincarnatedLover!Reader || Drabble

Ah! Me actually doing something I said I was gonna do on the day I said I was gonna do it??? I am so proud of myself XD 😅😅

Plot: Kai has come to reclaim you- pity you have no idea who the heck he is, what he’s talking about or… well, you do have an idea what he wants. BUT WHY? This doesn’t make any sense.

Warnings: N/A

Dedicated to the Anon who had this great idea!! ^^ Its rough but I hope you like it 😅

He’s terrifying.

He’s so terrifying, that when he first crashed down- from the sky- into your rice paddy, destroying a whole field of crops, you had tried to run! You took one glance at this behemoth of a bull, with glowing emerald eyes, double sided blades attached to long, powerful chains, and a devilish grin on his face, aimed at you, and-

You tried to run. You turned around, very nearly getting a mouth full of mud as you tripped, but instead catching yourself with a hand, pushing yourself back up and forcing yourself forward. Over the sound of your pounding heart you had heard him chuckle at what you assume he considered a feeble little escape attempt, and the sound was like thunder cracking across the sky during a storm. Not quite so loud, but deep enough to feel it, and otherworldly, and- it sent fear shooting through your blood stream. If I can just get out of his sight, you had thought. It would be fine.

But that was not apart of his plan.

The blades that were in his hands were faster than you, racing ahead of you, crossing over each other and jamming deep into the ground. The chains surrounded you, you stopped- and then he started to pull.

You tried to get out of the way and escape but he was stronger, the blades drug through the muddy ground fast back toward you and then they were on you. They tripped you, causing you to fall into the mud, hands and knees covered in the stuff, as he drew you right back to him in no time at all. It wasn’t a fair fight, you felt weak, and terrified.

“Heh… “ When you were back beneath him, while you’re feeling even smaller then before on the wet and dirty ground now, he crouched down and leaned his monstrous arms around both sides of you and yanked his blades back out of the ground. Spirits- this man was only wearing a loincloth! And- ugh. Your nose had scrunched up, turning pointedly away from his face and cringing into yourself. His disgusting, clotted hair smelled. When he didn’t pull away fully right away though like you thought, you turned back to his face - now mere inches from your own as he stared at you, assessed you, glanced all over you, - with wide eyes. Your lips part, at this monster in front of you still looking all-to-amused, meaning to ask what he wants, but he beats you to it. “Hm… you really don’t remember me, do you?”

Your eyes widened even more if it were possible. “I… I don’t know you.” … Should you?

Finally he pulls back and stands up again, leaving you with some space once again so you can breath, and you watched him look around at your thoroughly destroyed fields and the stormy sky surrounding them; Breathing heavily. Thinking.

As he breathed out, he emitted visible air from his nostrils. “Nah… I guess not. It has been five hundred years… ” Your mouth fell open once again, wishing to ask if he’s absolutely positive- but he once again cut you off before you could speak. This time with his eyes, those lime green, glowing orbs - green eyes on a bull? That made you nervous even more than his huge frame did, - flickered back down to you again… and he looked fond.

… Which was not the kind of look you wanted to see on someone so powerful, who claimed they knew you. Who could easily just take you.

“Yes, I’m positive, little one.”

“I- I… didn’t ask.” You say now, eyes wide. How did he know you were thinking that?

“Yeahh, but you were thinking it.” He shrugs, casually rolling those boulder-like shoulders. It moves his entire body, the jade stones hung on his belt clanging against each other at his hips. “You may not know me, but I know you.” He smirks, eyes once again flickering up and down your body still knelt in the mud. “Trust me.”

“… You’re crazy- “

“Crazy?? Ha… Okay. Yeah. Maybe I’m a little crazy.” Nodding, he shrugs his shoulders once again and gives another deep chuckle- a short one, this time. “But that’s what the spirit realm’ll do to you, I guess.”

Blinking, and wondering why on earth you have ended up in this insane situation with the delusional, ludicrously over powered loin-cloth bull, you push yourself up to your feet and wipe your hands on your already ruined pants. You’re still uneasy, but the bull doesn’t seem to be trying to hurt you just this second- just your crops he’s still trampling- “The spirit realm??... “

He makes a sound like mhm, grunting, and seeming to take your questioning tone as an opportunity for a little bit of casual chit chat. “Yep. 500 years… “

… You don’t believe this crack story for a second. “Uh- “

You’re cut off by a great big sigh, and look up in time to watch him roll his eyes just as deeply. “I know, I get it- you don’t believe me. And hey, that’s okay. Doesn’t change anything… You, little one, are still mine. And we’ll find a way for you to remember. If we don’t… you’ll just have to fall in love with me again. Eh? Not so hard.”

At this your jaw actually drops, taking a step back from him. “Yours??” Love???

“Yep.” He nods, refusing to back down, and popping the ‘p’.

“No- “ You try to get away again immediately, turning to walk away, but this time he doesn’t even let you get two steps; Throwing his hand, with a double edged sword in his grip, directly in your way. Eyes widening, you back up from it, following his arm nervously up to his face. “I think you have the wrong person.”

“In a manner of speaking, I do!” He quickly agrees, surprising you- but then his eyes narrow, and you feel unbearably small before him. “… Different body, sure. But I know you… and your Chi?... “At this his eyes take an even brighter glow and you watch him breath in deep, his chest rising until it falls again. “That’s the same… “

“Are you… “ Pausing, you take a deep breath in an attempt to steady your tone, eyes closed as he calmly watches your every move- calmly, because he knows you cant do anything. You can’t escape. “A- are you… “ Damnit. “… suggesting… r-reincarnation?? And- and we… ” You… and him?? This massive, terrifying monster right in front of you right now??

An intimate smirk crosses his face then, eyelids half-hooding on you and eyes glowing brighter once again. “We… yeah… And I’d really like to get back to that, so come on- come with me. Willingly. And we’ll figure out howta get there, together.”

“If… “You start, heart beating heavily in your chest as you give the beast an uneasy once-over. “… I say no?... “

“Well, then I’ll take you unwillingly! Hah. That’s not gonna be fun for you- I suggest the willing rout.

… Oh I’m Kai, by the way.”

#General Kai x Reader Drabble #General Kai x Reader #General Kai #KFP General Kai #KFP General Kai x Reader #KFP General Kai x Reader Drabble #Kung Fu Panda General Kai #Drabble

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whositmcwhatsit · 7 months

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Chapter 3

AN: Well, this whole writing thing got away from me for a bit, sorry everyone! Thank you to my alpha @thatbanditqueen, who decodes my gibberish, and a big thank you to @vintageshanny, @ellie-24 and @be-my-ally for keeping me sane without even knowing it.

Here are the previous chapters since you'll definitely need to be remind yourself what it's all about!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

There was a sharp rapping at the door after lunch the next day. Sally had gone back to the room to change into her bikini and robe, deciding to brave the poolside because she was tired of looking like the washed-out spirit of some pioneer girl haunting the hotel.

Thinking it was Laura checking on why she was taking so long, Sally threw open the door as she went to the mirror and adjusted the bikini top beneath her loose peasant blouse.

“Do you think I should untie the straps on this thing? I don’t want to have white lines on my shoulders.”

The tall man standing in the doorway raised his eyebrows behind his sunglasses and flashed a wide smile.

“Uh, I don’t know that I’m qualified to answer that one, Miss,” he replied amiably with a shrug.

Sally whirled round, feeling her mortified blush tingle as it hit her hairline.

“Oh gosh, I thought you were someone else,” she mumbled lamely. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, my name’s Sonny. I work for-“ He pointed a finger up and Sally frowned.

“God?” Utah wasn’t a million miles away but surely they didn’t send missionaries to the Las Vegas casino hotels. That just seemed unfair on both sides.

“What?” He gave a sharp laugh. “No!” He shot her a look like he thought she was either dumb or crazy, maybe a mixture of both. But she wasn’t the one who cased the corridor like a secret agent before murmuring: “Elvis. I work for Elvis.”

“Oh.” She thought that he was maybe waiting for more of a reaction, but after worrying that he was a Mormon missionary, the fact that he was one of Elvis’ guys was a relief.

“Uh, anyway, my boss wanted me to bring you these-“ He whipped out the tickets for that night’s show. “And, uh, this.” He held out a small, dark green velvet case in his other hand. She took both and frowned again at his look of expectation.

“Do you… Oh, I don’t really have any cash on me right now. Hang on a second, I can check-”

“God, no.” He wiped his face with a big meaty hand and yanked off his sunglasses, fixing her with a look that she thought was supposed to be intimidating but just looked exhausted. “Can you open it please? I’m s’posed to let him know how you… acted.”

“No pressure,” she muttered, lifting the lid.

Inside was a gold bracelet interlaced around emeralds circled by little diamonds. It looked like something the Queen of England might wear to a soiree, not a teller from a bank in the middle of nowhere. Not without being accused of embezzlement.

All of that ran through her head as she stared open-mouthed. Finally, she remembered her audience and she glanced back up.

“Can you tell him that I was overjoyed and jumped up and down and was grateful?” she asked, worrying that she hadn’t accrued enough goodwill to get him to lie for her. “I am very grateful, really grateful, but this is… I’ve never even seen anything like this before, let alone touched it.” She tentatively put a finger to the metal; it felt cool against her fingertip.

“Yeah, I’ll tell him.” He slid his sunglasses back on and gave her a small smile and a nod. “I’ll see ya.”

Sally nodded back and closed the door, clutching the tickets and bracelet to her chest. “Well, that was weird.”

At the pool, Laura huddled over the bracelet, pulling Sally’s wrist close to her near-sighted eyes like she was a jeweler, appraising gems.

“You think they’re real?” she asked, tilting Sally’s arm to see the stones caught the sun. Sally looked around at the other people on the sun loungers, feeling slightly too conspicuous thrusting precious stones in the air.

“I don’t know.”

“And you didn’t even have to sleep with him.”

“Keep your voice down!” Sally hissed, snatching her arm away.

“I’m just saying, you’ve got to be careful playing hard to get, you know, Sal, they can get tired of it real suddenly.”

“That’s not what I’m doing. I wouldn’t do that.”

Sally could imagine that he would be able to see through that pretty quickly too. He seemed to do that, to see deeper than people thought he did, or at least it felt like he did when his eyes were on you.

Almost as if she was afraid of being caught, she glanced up at the towering white façade of the hotel. It rose up and disappeared into the shimmering heat of the endless blue sky. Somewhere, right at the very top, which she couldn’t make out from the bottom, he was there. She wondered if he was thinking about her. Maybe he was looking down at the pool… She felt her cheeks heat up and she had to look away just in case.

That evening, she and Laura were standing in line for the dinner show. At the front were the devoted fans who had probably started queuing while they were still at the pool.

“Imagine if they knew you what you got up to last night,” Laura remarked, wiggling her eyebrows. She seemed more excited by the cachet of Sally’s relationship, such as it was, with Elvis, than Sally herself was. “What? It’s okay to enjoy things, Sal, Jesus!”

Sally opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Emilio the maître de who had somehow picked them out of the crowd of heavily made-up glamorously dressed women.

“The Beatles fan… Sally, is it not?” He pecked both her cheeks and then grabbed her fingers, wrapping them around his crooked arm. “We have been told to take extra special care of you.”

Sally glanced back at Laura, who had snatched hold of her other arm, and pulled a face. They giggled as they were escorted past all the baleful looking people in front of them in the queue.

“It’s like being a movie star!” she whispered to Laura.

“Now you’re getting it.”

Sitting in the central booth again, they felt highly visible as the room rapidly filled and staff served dinner. Sally watched the tables beside the stage fill up, the biggest tippers sitting central, women only closest to the stage.

“You know, some people come all the way from Japan and England and Australia just to watch these shows. Not even on vacation, just to see Elvis. The other night, I was talking to some people from South Africa!”

“Well, older folks have more money I guess,” Laura murmured, sipping her champagne.

“It’s not just older people,” she murmured, hearing how defensive she sounded. Laura shrugged, but didn’t reply as the lights started to go down.

The show passed in a blur of lights, sounds and, of course, music. Sally could tell that Elvis was getting more comfortable on the stage with each show, the patter between each song was becoming longer, sometimes surreal, usually funny, and he was cutting up during the songs more, swapping lyrics, usually for something dirty. The audiences seemed to enjoy it, and he certainly seemed to thrive on that.

Joe appeared during the piano intro for ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love.’ This time, he didn’t ask them to come backstage, he just gave them a smirk and gestured for them to go ahead of him.

In the wood panelled outer dressing room, Sally recognised some of the stars in the crowd, there were the actors from the Mod Squad, over there was Glen Campbell, but there was only one face she was looking for. She stayed back as the inner dressing room door opened, there was a glimpse of fleur-de-lis wallpaper, and Elvis came out.

Sally thought he looked anxious as he emerged, but even as her brain was registering it, his face relaxed into his usual charismatic smirk and he scanned the room. She averted her eyes, her stomach fluttering manically, and tried to look casual. She twitched a nervous smile at a stranger across the room and looked around for Laura, finding her beaming up at a tall, tanned older man.

Shaking her head, Sally turned back and almost banged her nose on Elvis’ chest.

“Oh!”

“Snuck up on ya, didn’t I!” He looked pretty pleased with himself even as he grabbed her forearm so that she didn’t stumble back. He pulled on her arm a little harder, tugging her towards him so that he could lean down and give her a lingering kiss on the cheek. She felt a wave of goosebumps ripple up her spine as her hand brushed against his suit jacket and his cologne tickled her nose.

“You did, I almost pulled out my pepper spray.”

“Pepper spray?! Hell, that ain’t no good, honey, that’s just seasoning. We oughta see about getting you a gun.”

“Oh, no thank you,” she replied, pulling a face.

“Not a big one,” he reassured her, like that was the problem. “You know, they make ‘em small enough that you can just put it in your purse.”

She envisioned fishing around for a mint or lipstick and shooting herself instead.

“I think I’m more comfortable with the pepper spray.”

Elvis pulled a face that told her that he wasn’t, but luckily they were interrupted by one of his famous guests, who leant right across her to shake Elvis’ hand and pat him on the shoulder. Sally moved back before she was elbowed. She almost stepped on the foot of a man behind her who was wearing a jacket covered in Elvis pins. It was a comedy of errors as she shuffled and circled and edged out of everyone’s way. She found herself pressed up against a decorative carpet that hung against the wall, overshadowed by a dark wood cabinet. It didn’t feel that different from the showroom, standing at a distance, watching him say his lines and his audience beaming at him. Even off stage he was still always giving a performance.

After about half an hour, the tall man who had delivered her bracelet- Sonny- gave her a pleasant smile and asked her to come with him. She glanced over at where Elvis was explaining something with animated hand gestures to a rapt group of men and women. The group let out a loud collective laugh as Sally grabbed Laura and they followed Sonny from the room.

“Where’s Elvis?” Laura asked as they walked along the bland tiled corridor towards the elevators.

“He’ll be coming along,” Sonny replied, pausing to introduce himself. Laura’s eyes lingered on him a little longer and Sally looked down to hide her knowing smile.

The elevator ride felt like an interrogation as Laura questioned Sonny on himself, on Elvis, on Hollywood, and anything else that caught her attention. Laura’s enthusiasm was unphased by Sonny’s stoicism, even after he mentioned his fiancée. Sally envied her friend’s confidence and self-assurance. Laura was the top saleswoman back home every month because she had a knack of dragging customers into conversations and building rapport with them so that when she mentioned that she was worried that they were not sufficiently covered by insurance, or that they could get that home renovation done now if they just signed up for a little, low-interest home loan, they felt they were being advised by a friend. If anyone had told Sally that one of them would get noticed by Elvis while on vacation, she would have bet all her cash on Laura.

Up in the Imperial suite, Sonny brought the women a drink and settled them in the den like they were his house guests. He seemed to have succumbed to Laura’s charms, sitting beside her on the couch and stretching out his arm behind her. Sally clutched her drink and surveyed the room, pretending to be intensely interested in the chandelier as Laura giggled quietly off to her right.

Finally, the door of the suite burst open and half a dozen guys strode in together. They all seemed to be talking at once, laughing at some in-joke. Elvis appeared amidst the group and the corner of his mouth twitched up as he caught sight of her. He made a beeline for her as his entourage peeled off and headed in different directions. Joe handed him a bottle of water, still talking to him, but it didn’t slow Elvis’ stride as he came and stood in front of her.

Without a word, he took the drink from her and placed it on the side table, then grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her to her feet.

“C’mon, honey, let’s go hide.”

Sally bit down on her lips to stop herself grinning like a cartoon as he tugged her along behind him. He took big strides so she had to half jog in her heels to keep up and she kept her eyes on the floor to make sure she didn’t trip on the thick carpet or any hidden steps.

In the bedroom, he slowed down as he purposefully closed the door, leaning on it for a moment before he turned round and smiled at her. She shivered involuntarily at the light twinkling in his eyes.

“Hi.”

“Hello,” she giggled and he bit his lip as he moved toward her, his eyes taking her in with an almost predatory hunger. His lips pressed softly against hers even as she felt him gathering her up, his hand around the back of her head, the other on the small of her back, sliding up as he pressed her into him.

Sally almost sagged in his arms as the anticipation and tension she had felt since leaving him passed liked waves from her body. She didn’t realise he was moving the both of them backwards until the side of the bed hit her calves and she made a squeaking noise against his mouth as she wobbled. Elvis’ grip of her tightened even as her arms tensed around his athletic frame, trying to keep herself upright.

Elvis pulled back from the waist up, his eyes opening slowly, thick black lashes flickering against his cheeks, as if he didn’t want to quite let go of the kiss. It only made her want to launch herself back at him, but she suspected he knew that.

“Man, I been thinking about this ever since I saw you in that dress,” he murmured, his hand dragging around her waist from her back and his long fingers tickling underneath the short hem.

Sally had already worn all of her good outfits to his shows, so she had borrowed a green mini dress from Laura and had spent most of the evening tugging it down.

“You wear this for me, honey?” His warm breath tickled her neck as he leant in to pepper her jaw and throat with soft butterfly kisses. “You ain’t trying to get me in trouble now, are you.”

At the same time, her thighs tingled with goosebumps at the feel of his callused fingers trailing up to the edge of her underwear beneath her skirt.

Part of her was protesting that this was too fast, that he was too much of everything: too experienced, too rich, too famous, too handsome, too Elvis for her. She was so far out of her depth that drowning was inevitable. The problem was that he made drowning look both exciting and pleasurable.

“I wore it because it matched my new bracelet,” she said, slipping her fingers through the opening of his jacket, warmed by his skin and the feel of the coarse chest hair against her fingertips. She could feel the thudding of his heart reverberating through his rib cage and sternum.

His chin dimpled as he peered down, grabbing her hand and pulling her wrist up for examination. She gazed at his face as he inspected her wrist, his left eyebrow twitching with self-satisfaction. She loved the creases at the corners of his mouth, how they made his full lips look sullen even as she knew he was suppressing a smile. It felt like a secret between them.

“You like it, baby?”

Sally shot him a look of disbelief. “Of course, it’s beautiful, Elvis, so beautiful, but you shouldn’t have. It looks expensive.”

“That don’t matter,” he murmured, frowning. “It looks pretty on your little wrist here.” He dipped forward and pressed his lips to the bony part of her wrist. Sally’s whole arm twitched at the heat and velvety softness of his mouth and her stomach fluttered as his pout continued its path round to her pulse point. His hair brushed against her jaw and throat as he leant over pressing kisses up the delicate skin on the inside of her forearm.

“I -uh..” She dropped down onto the bed, even as she was thinking that she was starting to feel a little lightheaded from holding her breath.

He looked like he was holding back a laugh as he asked, ‘You okay, honey?”

“I meant to do that.” She frowned, daring him to contradict her.

“Uh huh.” He nudged her legs open with his knee so that he could step closer and she could feel her skirt sliding to the top of her thighs as he drew in, his thumbs on her jaw tipping her head back so that he could kiss her as he slowly and gently lowered her back onto the bed, his tongue teasing its way into her mouth.

“Well,” he said, pressing his knee into the mattress right at the apex of her thighs, the pressure of him answering the ache beginning to throb there, “I might not get around to the next show, but-” He lifted a mischievous eyebrow. “It’ll be worth it.”

It took every drop of restraint in Sally’s being not to grind down on his thigh, but her self-discipline was almost immediately undermined by Elvis pressing down on her, and she let out a sigh mixed with a moan, catching a glimpse of his smirk before he kissed her again. Yet again, he was performing exactly the show he knew his audience enjoyed.

Trying to find some sense of balance, she let her hands glide down from his shoulder blades, feeling the mechanics of his lean muscles working beneath his suit jacket, and cupped his perfectly round ass. She felt him pause for a second, before he tried to cover his surprise by moving with even more authority, rolling his hips and driving a moan from her that had her turning her face into his neck and hiding in embarrassment. He didn’t seem to realise this was what she was doing as he shuddered and showered kisses on her throat and shoulder, pulling back her neckline as far as it could go so he could taste her pink, sun-kissed skin.

Sally felt his teeth clamp down lightly on the muscle in her shoulder before he drew back, depriving her of his spicy warmth, so that he could shrug off his suit jacket. As usual, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath and she couldn’t stop herself reaching out to touch his skin, running her fingertips up his sides and making him twitch and hiccup a laugh before he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Her bracelet bit into her skin from the pressure, but she didn’t fight it or protest.

“This okay?” he asked softly, his face looking suddenly very boyish and vulnerable. It was unexpected and helped ease some of her nerves as she gazed up at him and nodded. Her lips were swollen and tingly, seemingly a side effect of being in close proximity to him, and she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to stop herself from panting too needily. He groaned, mumbling about how she was going to be the end of him, and sank back down into kissing and rubbing and pressing against her as she shivered and writhed and pressed right back.

Sally’s skirt was now somewhere around her waist and her restraint was buried somewhere in the sand outside of Las Vegas along with everything else that people from this city found themselves forsaking. She hooked her fingers into the tight waistband of his pants and tugged impatiently even as her tongue was sliding against his.

“Hey, whoa whoa, easy, baby,” he mumbled into her mouth. “We got plenty of time. I got you to myself all night, right?” She nodded dumbly. “That’s right, we made a deal.”

Despite his words, he walked his fingers up her thigh and her breath stuttered in her throat as he slipped his thumb into the warmest, wettest part of her. His eyes crinkled slightly and his mouth fell slightly open as he studied her face, which she was desperately trying not to screw up into unflattering expressions as he circled and dragged the pad of his thumb over her slippery skin, flooding her with sensation, before slowing and ebbing back, letting her breathe and float for moment. He seemed to take her efforts to be quiet and composed as a personal challenge, shifting his hips to get more comfortable and pressing himself against her thigh, before pulling out his thumb from the leg of her underwear and insert his whole hand into the front.

“S’okay,” he whispered, panting softly, as he played her like an instrument with his delicate fingers and she bit down on a whine. She could see where his mascara was beginning to smudge below his eyes as they both lost their cool both figuratively and literally.

Sally felt sweat trickle from her hairline down behind her neck and she shifted slightly. Elvis glanced up from where he was watching the movement of his hand and his heavy-lidded eyes seemed to assess her. In one smooth movement, he rolled onto his back, his hand still working in her underwear, and reached over to grab a pillow from the top of the bed.

The next thing she knew she was being thwacked lightly in the face with it.

“No, wait, that ain’t right,” he remarked dryly, picking it up again and smirking at her disgruntled expression beneath. “Lift your head, honey.” She clasped her hair in one hand and raised her head so that he could tug the pillow into place with his free hand, grunting slightly as he tried to keep himself up at the same time.

As soon as he was satisfied she was comfortable, he leant back over to kiss the air from her, increasing the pressure of his fingers as they began to sink into her while his thumb strummed at the bundle of nerves, making her twitch and writhe.

“Oh God,” Sally breathed, clasping at his neck and the damp tendrils of his hair. She couldn’t decide where to touch him, still not able to believe that she could. Her hands moved from his neck to his shoulders to his back, brushing his narrow waist, kneading his perfect ass and squeezing his thighs.

As the knot tightened in her belly, her muscles tensed and she began to moan freely, losing her inhibitions, she palmed at the firm bulge in his pants. He growled softly, pressing his face to her chest and resting his warm, sweaty cheek against her decolletage, scratching her with his sideburn. It felt like he was everywhere, leaving nowhere for her to retreat and hide, making it impossible to stay calm and demure, giving her no way to hold it together.

His fingers prodded deeper, causing the swell of the waves of pleasure in her gut to break and ripple through her body. She whimpered into his damp hair as stimulation so intense that it was almost painful rolled over her, making her thighs clench and her toes curl. The aftershocks made her twitch and he huffed a laugh into her temple, giving her pussy a scritch like it was actually his pet.

Sally shot him a disapproving look, a little embarrassed at how completely he had taken her apart with just his hand. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged as if he wasn’t responsible for what he did.

While she slowed her breathing and felt the unwelcome return of her inhibitions, Elvis hovered over her, straightening her underwear and diligently pulling down her skirt. He moved up, adjusting her neckline and pulling the shoulder of her dress back into place. Sally hoped they hadn’t stretched it, because she knew Laura would make her pay for another and she suspected it wasn’t from a catalogue like Sally’s own dresses.

“All better,” he pronounced in a soft, babyish voice, looking down at her body. When his eyes returned to her face however, he snorted softly. “Up here’s a different story though, baby, up here you’s a mess!”

“Noooo!” she protested, her hands going up to her hair, feeling the damp frizz and knots as he gave a cartoonish cackle and nodded. She pouted and reached up, vigorously ruffling his hair and pushing it in his face. “There, now we match!”

There was a pause and her stomach dropped as she thought that maybe she had crossed a line, but then he laughed and shook his head, swiping his black hair out of his eyes before he swiftly straddled her and obliterated any hope she had that her hairdo was salvageable. She wrinkled her nose and blew a lock of hair off her face.

“You made me do that!” he informed her. “I didn’t have no choice.” He did one of his patented sullen smirks as he picked up a long lock of her hair and laid it across her forehead like a monobrow. His laughter vibrated through her and his thighs tightly clamped her hips as she batted at her face and knocked her hair away.

“You are a public menace,” she informed him.

“You ain’t the first person to say that,” he nodded. “First person with a bird’s nest on their head to say it though maybe…”

In spite of his playful tone and the calming endorphins flooding her body, she was starting to feel self-conscious and she tried to roll over and escape his grip.

“Okay, let me up.”

“Honey, I’m just teasing. It ain’t that bad.” The expression on his face contradicted his words. She shoved at his thighs, trying to push herself free, and quickly discovered when her hand slid up that she might have been a mess, but she was apparently an exciting mess.

It was another twenty minutes of rolling around on the bed before she made it to the bathroom to examine the damage to her hair. It was as bad as she had feared, and she rooted around in the drawers and cabinets looking for a brush or comb to attempt triage. During her search, she found three pistols, some amber bottles of medication with a range of names printed on them, and a photo of a cute blond-haired baby, before she finally found what she was looking for.

Two hours of curlers and teasing and half a can of hairspray wasted, she vigorously brushed her abused hair into long brown curtains on either side of her face and wet some tissue to wipe away her smudged and smeared eye make-up.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Elvis was laying on the bed and he did a double take as she came out.

“What?” she asked, pausing nervously.

“Nothing… Nothing, honey.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You just look different with your hair all down like that.”

“I didn’t have much choice now, did I?”

“No, I guess not.” He rolled off the bed and somehow made it onto his feet before he hit the floor, striding over to clasp her head in his hands and kiss her almost chastely. “It looked so pretty before though, honey.”

“Thank you?”

He shook his head sharply. “I mean, you’re still pretty. I don’t even know what I’m saying, man. Sorry, baby.” He kissed her again, this time with more force. “Every time I get up on that stage I think I must shake something loose up there, losing my damn mind. You’re pretty, you’re beautiful, honey.”

Before either of them could speak again, there was a gentle tap on the door.

“E, it’s time.” The guy’s voice was no louder than speaking volume and clearly audible through the door. Sally was horrified, thinking about what they might have heard on the other side of that door. Elvis didn’t seem bothered though, just annoyed that their time together had to end, but then he was probably used to all of this.

“I gotta go to work, honey. Sold my soul to Kirk Kevorkian for a hundred thousand a week and I’m starting to think I’m the one that got snowed.” One side of his mouth twitched up into a half smile as he rose, but she didn’t quite understand what his expression was trying to convey. And in in an instant, it was gone.

“You coming to the show?” he asked with a bashful smile.

“If that’s okay with you?”

At this, he cupped her face in his large hands and kissed her, nipping her bottom lip between his teeth before pressing his forehead against hers.

“You ain’t real,” he told her, to her confusion. “There ain’t no way you’re real.”

“Funny,” she replied, “I think the same about you.”

As he walked her to the main door of the suite like they were on a surreal date, he told her not to bother coming down to the stage for a kiss at the midnight show.

“Oh,” she murmured, a little deflated. “I did exceed my allocation after all then?” He gave her an amused little frown.

“The way you talk, honey! Naw, I just got something else in mind. Don’t go messing with my plans, now, okay?” He gave her a peck, motioning to someone behind her. Laura reappeared, straightening her dress slightly and looking sheepish. Sally looked from her to Sonny wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

The midnight show, her fifth now in three days, confirmed that the tummy flip when Elvis appeared on stage was a permanent thing. Meeting him, talking to him, hadn’t lessened her wonder and awe at his talent and energy. If anything, seeing him up close in the flesh and learning more about him only made that huge presence he projected seem that much more impressive.

“Does it bother you?” Laura asked curiously, pouring herself a glass of champagne from the magnum resting in an ice bucket. They hadn’t ordered it, it had just been presented to them with the assurance that there was no charge.

“What?” Sally asked. Laura nodded towards the stage where Elvis was crouched down in front of a couple of women who were giving him a gift. He gave them both deep, effusive kisses, going back for seconds from one of them.

“Why would it bother me?” she laughed. “if he didn’t do it, I wouldn’t have got to kiss him.”

“Exactly,” Laura said cryptically, raising her eyebrows. Sally rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the show.

Elvis didn’t introduce Love Me Tender until later in the set, leaving Sally wondering what he was talking about when he said he had a plan. When he finally started the introduction, she suddenly became vigilant, like she was waiting for an ambush.

At first, nothing seemed much different, Elvis sang a little, kissed a lot and the band persevered, playing verse after verse. Then, after walking to the wings, he just… didn’t stop. She watched his dark head drop down into the crowd and pandemonium broke out. People- women- were charging down from the back of the showroom, the audience were laughing and whooping as girls called Elvis’ name and begged to be able to touch him.

“God, they’re going to eat him alive!” Laura laughed, as they both craned their necks to follow the knot of people moving through the crowd.

Sally watched as people tried to climb over tables just to reach out and touch his arm as he passed by. He was being jostled by the press of his own bodyguards and then the fans begging for kisses. Her eyes widened as she realised the procession and growing mob were heading toward their booth; blue uniformed security guards were already appearing behind her, ready to marshal him through safely.

A beautiful blond managed to step into Elvis’ path as he almost reached the back of their booth. Sally and Laura had turned in their seats and were kneeling up on the red velvet cushions, watching the circus. He clasped the blonde’s face, just as he had done Sally’s only an hour earlier, and kissed her on the lips. Sally wondered if maybe she should be feeling jealous, but the truth was that she really just felt empathy with the woman, understanding how exciting and delicious it was to be kissed by him.

Despite the pressing and the chaos, he managed to pause at their booth, his tanned hand replete in gold rings gripping the white scrollwork to fight the momentum pushing him on. He gave her a lopsided grin as he leant in.

“How’d you like my plan? Seemed a good idea at the time.” He almost stumbled as he was jostled from behind.

“Not bad for a public menace,” she grinned, wrapping her fingers around his sweaty neck and almost sighing against his soft lips. A security guard stepped closer as if she was an overexcited fan that he was going to have to drag away, but she drew away before he could reach out and grab her.

“See ya later!” Elvis called over his shoulder, taken by the current. As he was swept on, she only heard the word ‘deal’ float back through the screams and whooping and laughter.

Turning round and smiling at Laura, Sally licked her lips and savoured the salt there.

Tag list:

@itsnotthatserious03 @everythingelvispresley @bigromansgirl-blog, @sillybookmarks, @returntopresley

As always, shout out to the Elvis harem: @thatbanditqueen, @be-my-ally, @vintageshanny, @ellie-24, @from-memphis-with-love, @missmaywemeetagain, @peskybedtime

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everyone and their mother likes a tudor silhouette for the lannisters and i understand why! BUT I DISAGREE! i see your sleeves (which are BEAUTIFUL i will never argue that) and your skirts and i raise you:

insane elizabethan gaudiness. skirts that force the riff raff to Keep Their Distance! ruffs god the RUFFS! embroidered and beaded until moving becomes a workout. stiff busks and small waists (looking even smaller next to that TENT of a skirt). ribbons and pearls and lace and rubies (RUBIES! DID SOMEONE SAY RUBIES? CERSEI I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU!) are these dresses not Dripping in luxury and finery? the silhouette is just slightly absurd enough to Stand Out okay you KNOW what era this, therefore the people of westeros KNOWWWWWWW who these people are the second they see that right angle waist. plus added benefit: those bodices are probably stiff enough to stop a blade. not that i dont literally gain years on my life every time i see cersei’s cunty chest plate.

i mean (yes these are closer to costume than recreation BUT YOU GET IT OKAY YOU UNDERSTAND) its theatric its dramatic it has me looking at paintings going What is the point?????? and then i remember the point is to stop the show and draw attention and really leave a mark and is that not the lannister way? now i am known to also be a pre-tudor Plantagenet era slim silhouette yards of fabric Typical Medieval Dress fan for cersei BUT CERSEI TRANSCENDS FASHION OKAY. this is her at casterly rock. this is THE WESTERLANDS. this is who she REALLY IS. i can see it in my mind like this is a vision i KNOW it to be true

i mean come on. guys its too easy. i can see her plotting scheming in a giant skirt and a beautiful ruff. she’s analyzing the minuscule beadwork of other court dresses trying to figure out what message she’s being sent (she is not being sent one). she orders EVERY detail of her own gowns to make sure she’s communicating properly back. ladies in waiting carry their own secret messages in beads and lace and decoration and cersei feels SOOO smart because they dont even know it. she wears gold and jewels in a pattern to mimic a maesters chain because at this point she deserves one. think also how easy it is to hide poison in this shit. so many stones that could be hollow. so many layers and folds. and listen when they’re kids and she and jaime trade clothes to pretend to be each other its EVEN EASIER cause nobody knows what you actually look like in this anyway

the wedding look went crazy okay. ruffs and the fucking. peacock head thing i can’t remember the name of. embroidered lions shimmering with ruby eyes and gold thread, dress tinkling with every move because its dripping in pearls and gold and emeralds. alright this fabric is Stiff with beading and stitching and Layers. you can’t look at cersei directly because the torchlight gleams off of her like some demented early stage psychosis medieval disco ball. golden haired golden dressed golden skinned Gold Gold Gold she exudes richness and beauty and fashion. this is fucking crazy to a baratheon court. she upstages the new king. she upstages the memory of rhaella. everyone sees now that she should have been a targaryen queen. DO YOU SEE IT. like i am such a zealot for this like this is SERIOUS TO ME. red and yellow and black and red and red and yellow and GOLD and in her insane mind these are snide allusions to rhaegar and elia and robert to everyone who can see her. and to jaime. this is a lannister woman marrying in lannister colors and she fucked her twin brother That Morning. okay that is also a silly little reference she’s making. THIS WOMAN IS CRAZY SHE DESERVES THE GAUDIEST FASHION HISTORICAL RECREATIONS CAN PROVIDE!

also if it were real (it is real. im grrm.) the allusion to elizabeth i the virgin queen sole female ruler… that just makes me giggle in and of itself.

i rest my case!

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emeraldorgin · 2 months

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History And Myths Related To Emerald Gemstone

Ever since its discovery the lavishing green color emerald stone also know as panna stone has soothed the mind and become the ultimate object of devotion for gemstone lovers. Due to its everlasting beauty and captivating properties, this gemstone has gained an immense reputation in the field of gemstones. In this blog, you will get to know about the history and myths related to emerald gemstones.

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riddles-n-games · 7 months

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Now that you've read the brothers Hawthorne, do you have any averyjameson headcanons or theories?

Hmm, first theory: Jameson's revelation to Avery about Prague will be a major plot line for them in discovering another incident like the Hawthorne Island fire but not covered in The Grandest Game. It might mean that at some point or another, Prague will be a destination to revisit and who knows, maybe a continent-wide European adventure for our fave duo and this time with all the brothers included. In the meantime, I think they will be too busy setting up the Grandest Game but I believe they will try their best to look into the situation and see what they can find out just nothing major yet. Maybe Avery will ask Toby if he knows anything but I don't know if she will feel like she is risking him because of Eve's takeover of the Blake fortune.

My second theory is that between TBH and TGG they will go to Scotland and stay at Vantage, perhaps also have a more formal introduction to the Johnstone-Jameson family while they're there. Kind of hope that Jamie gets to meet his grandmother. Something just tells me his next big plot might revolve around both his grandmothers since his paternal grandmother was also mentioned quite a bit because of Vantage so I can't help thinking JLB wants us to infer something important there. Going back to Avery and Jameson, one part that stood out to me was when he brought up the fact that she gave away most of the foreign properties to the foundation and then asked her what she thought of Scottish castles. I'm questioning if he meant it like a question of co-ownership to curate the place together because his uncle did say he would pay for the upkeep of it or if they still hadn't visited the Scottish estate that formerly belonged to his grandfather and so they might make a trip to both Vantage and the Hawthorne property in Scotland because Avery hadn't given that one away yet. I also theorize that when she was about to answer him she was already getting an idea for a dare. Something to do with cliff climbing, likely. Also, that scene when they were running for the cliffside after the first clue was given in the Game, I couldn't help but think of Max's words in The Hawthorne Legacy and it felt like such a callback to that. Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) would have been such a great song to pair with that scene.

Anyways, onto some headcanons! Headcanon 1: So after their UK trip, Avery starts teasing Jameson about being part British by indirectly messing with him. She randomly makes references to Sherlock Holmes (the one featuring Benedict Cumberbatch, of course), purposefully brings up Downton Abbey at least twice when they're scrolling through shows to watch or just straight up leaves an episode running on the TV when Jameson is in her room (she deliberately goes around a corner and tries to catch a glimpse of his expression but when she does, he always looks stone-faced, better than Grayson's it actually scares her). On karaoke nights, she always chooses a British singer's song for him to sing when it's his turn (mostly One Direction and Adele). For his birthday, she invited a bunch of famous British actors and singers (she actually managed to get 1D to get reunited for that and if Max, Xander, and Jameson weren't the biggest fangirls that night🤭). Avery also begins calling him nicknames like Your Highness, Duke, His Excellency, etc. He just rolls his eyes every time. In other attempts to rile him up, she uses British slang and tells him that he should be inclined to use more of it now that they know he’s part Brit. Meanwhile, on her birthday, he got her back by getting a real tiara (with Oren’s help, duh) for her to wear for the day and it was made with emerald and orange topaz gemstones. She took it with grace and they had a Cinderella moment when they danced in the Great Room alone after everyone left.

Headcanon 2: On a more serious note, some days, Jameson’s mind gets occupied by thoughts of his father and he gets really quiet and withdrawn from everyone. Usually, in those situations, he ends up on the roof and with the knife in hand, constantly twirling it. While everybody else leaves him alone, Avery finds him up there and she never says anything, just comes up to him and hugs him from behind (Jameson secretly loves her hugs a lot). They stay like that for a while, in complete silence, until he turns around and hugs her back but not without a forehead kiss. Then, he’d take her hand and trace little symbols onto her hand with his thumb. Some she would recognize, others are just random. It becomes their unspoken version of Tahiti as they try decoding what the other signs.

Headcanon 3: Since the night he told his secret to Avery, Jameson’s mind often wanders back to his grandmother and his grandfather’s words about the way a Hawthorne man loves: only once and never frivolously. He reflects on his grandfather’s love for his grandmother, Toby's love for Hannah, and then looks at his own relationship with Avery. Although he wouldn't tell a soul, it's obvious enough that he seems settled on her and just knows she's the one. She is his endgame. There would never be anyone like her, not before like Emily and no one after. One day, he takes her to the treehouse and tells her what his grandfather told him and Grayson that Fourth of July a few years back, the Christmas that they got the treehouse and why it looked the way it does now. Avery just listens and at the end asks him, "So, what now? You have that look in your eye." Jameson tells her he plans to have the treehouse fixed, to add more stuff than there was before, make it better than the old man made it originally. Then, he tells her that he's been thinking about them and everything that happened so far and she's a bit confused where he's going with it until he pulls out a promise ring. Avery is taken aback, reasonably so, but she accepts it and finds on the inside that it says Heads or Tails, calling back to the way they started their relationship and they kiss.

Hope you enjoyed this!

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darksaiyangoku · 8 months

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RWBY/Swords of Fate: Arc Kingdom

Chapter 1 - The Omen

Fairy tales. Myths. Legends. Stories with dashing heroes and sinister villains. Many of these tales share a common source and many diverge from their original tellings. No two versions of one story are ever exactly the same. They evolve, shift and adapt. This is one such a story. In two worlds of aura and magic, there was a young man who desired fo cherish and protect. He never imagined that he would be the one to pull the legendary sword from the stone. With that simple choice, he carved a new path for himself; the path of a hero and the path of a king. And so begins the story of the Arc Kingdom.

—1st June 734 AGW, Remnant - Kingdom of Atlas, Solitas—

Jaune and his team threw off their thick coats as soon as they entered Atlas Academy. Even in the summer, the bitter cold of Solitas still packed a punch. The heat from the generators hit them like a truck. Team JNPR all hummed delightfully as they welcomed the warmth.

Jaune: Woah man!! That's muuuuch better!

Nora: Ahhhhhh!!! It's good to be out of the cold.

Pyrrha: Oh my. *looks around* this place is magnificent!

Ren: *nods* It is remarkable indeed.

The inside of the building had royal blue marble floors, with ivory white walls, pictures of the various locations of Solitas and the alumni of Atlas Academy Huntsmen and Huntresses. Walking down the corridor was the headmaster of the school, General James Ironwood, sporting a five o'clock shadow. Accompanying him were two new faces. One of them was a young man with auburn hair, green eyes and who wore a white coat over an emerald green suit. Next to him was another man with long, white hair, light purple eyes, wearing dark purple suit.

James: Team JNPR, welcome to Atlas Academy. *smiles* It's great to see you again after so long.

Pyrrha: It's great to see you too, Headmaster Ironwood. Are you enjoying your summer break?

James: *chuckles* As much as I'd like to, I unfortunately can't. There's always work to be done if we want to stop the threat of the grimm.

Ren: Evil truly never sleeps, huh?

James: And neither do huntsmen and huntresses.

Jaune: *raises hand* Um, Headmaster? Who are your friends with you?

Dr. Roman: Oh sorry about that, *chuckles* I was waiting for Jimmy here to introduce us. I'm Dr. Romani Archaman, from Vacuo. Most of the students here just call me Dr. Roman. It's very nice to meet you.

Nora: Hi there, doc!

Dr. Merlin: And you may call me Dr. Merlin. I'm an old friend of Ozpin's. It's a pleasure to meet you all.

Pyrrha: Very nice to meet you too. *smiles*

Dr. Roman: James has told us so much about you and Team RWBY. I heard that you all managed to fight back against a grimm invasion in Beacon. That's insane!

Jaune: *chuckles* Well, that's a little exaggerated-

Dr. Roman: Not at all! For first year students to fight back, let alone survive is a fantastic achievement! You should all be proud of yourselves!

Ren: *shakes head* We were just doing our jobs as huntsmen and huntresses. Making sure everyone got out of there alive.

James: And it was thanks you, RWBY, SSSN, ARBN and the other students from all the academies that countless lives were saved that day. It's no small achievement, it was heroic. For that, I thank you. *bows*

Jaune: Well... uh... we're always ready to help out when needed.

James: I'm glad to hear that, because it's time I showed you what I, Roman and Merlin have been working on. Come with me.

Team JNPR followed James and the two doctors down the corridor. They approached the elevator and entered inside. Team JNPR noticed that below the buttons to all the floors was a keyhole. From his pocket, James took out a key and placed it in the keyhole, twisting it. The elevator started to go down and Nora's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Nora: Are we going to a secret basement?

Dr. Merlin: *chuckles* Something like that.

The further they went, the more ominous it felt. Pyrrha felt her skin crawl. She was reminded of what happened one year ago when she was led underground back at Beacon.

Jaune: *holds Pyrrha's hand* Are you okay?

Pyrrha: *shakes head* Not really. But thanks, Jaune. *smiles*

The elevator finally stopped and the door opened. As they stepped out, what they saw was almost otherworldly. The room was lit by a brillaint blue light. At the center was a large, blue holographic sphere floating above them. Surrounding it were several silver pillars. Team JNPR were in awe.

James: Team JNPR, I give you Project Arcadia.

Nora slowly walked ahead of her team and gazed at the sphere. She noticed something oddly familiar about it. There were shapes that looked just like the landmasses she saw on the maps of Remnant.

Nora: Is that Sanus? Anima? Menagerie? Solitas?

Dr. Roman: To answer all of that, yes. You're looking at Remnant.

Dr. Merlin: Though to be more accurate, it's a Remnant. But not your Remnant.

Nora: Wait what?

Pyrrha: I'm sorry?

James: What you're looking at here is another Remnant, one of many.

Jaune: One of many? As in like a multiverse?

James: Precisely.

Ren: Why would you have a projection of another Remnant down here? What's going on?

Dr. Merlin: *raises hand* I believe I can explain that. A few months ago, I had a vision of a great disaster that would befall the other Remnant. *deep sigh* Ozpin was dead... and the Kingdom of Vale had fallen. Nothing leff but ruins and scorched earth.

Team JNPR: What?!

Dr. Merlin: Yes, dead. At the hands of the dark witch, Salem. I believe you've heard of her?

Jaune: We've heard of her alright. She's an old enemy of Ozpin's. Ever since he's told us about the history between them, he's been training us to fight her.

Dr. Merlin: That's Ozpin for you. He's made the right decision.

Nora: O-Ozpin's gonna die? And Vale will... burn?

Dr. Merlin: That might be what the vision showed me, but I'm determined to avoid that fate as much as possible. This is where you four come in.

James: When Merlin told me of his vision, he mentioned that Salem gathered a group of rogue mages. Their magic was enhanced by a special Relic, of sorts; The Holy Grail.

Team JNPR: *eyes wide*

Dr. Roman: According to Merlin, this Relic is supposed to grant miracles. Perform feats of magic unattainable even for the most powerful mage. But if his vision comes true, that means Salem would get her hands on it.

Dr. Merlin: One way to avert this disaster would be to destroy the Grail. If that happens, Salem would be weakened. She could still be a formidable threat, but not enough to be invincible.

Pyrrha: Hold on... you want us to stop her, don't you?

Dr. Merlin: I'm afraid so. This is what Project Arcadia is; a form of multiverse travel.

James: *points to pillars* These are known as Coffins. Merlin and I were able to combine science and magic and use it for a new form of technology called Rayshifting. It transforms your body, breaking it down into its soul form, known as a Spritron. Once that's completed, you are then transferred into the universe. Or at least, that's how it's supposed to work.

Dr. Merlin: As this is a prototype, we cannot physically send you to this alternate Remnant. Instead, we can send your conciousness into the body of your alternate self.

Team JNPR couldn't believe what they were hearing. This wasn't an ordinary mission. Jaune was trembling.

Jaune: Wait a second... I don't get it. Why do you need us to help you with this mission? What's so special about us?

Dr. Merlin: Those are fair questions, my boy. In the vision, Ozpin was surrounded by the bodies of knights. Among those were you, your Team and Team RWBY. Clearly, he sees great potential in all of you. Why else would he train you to fight Salem? Or choose one of you to be the host of the Fall Maiden?

Pyrrha: How did you-?

Dr. Merlin: Nothing gets past me, Miss Nikos. *smirks*

Jaune: *slowly backs away*

Pyrrha: Jaune!

Nora: Woah there! *gently grabs him*

Ren: Do you mind if we think about this for a moment?

Dr. Roman: Of course. We understand that we're asking a lot from you. Take one of the vacant dorms and rest up for the night.

Pyrrha: Thank you, Dr. Roman. Come on, let's go.

[Atlas Dorm]

Jaune sat on his bed and stared at the ceiling. The more he stared, the more he could feel an overbearing weight on his chest. Beside him sat his friends, unsure of what to do.

Pyrrha: Is everything alright, Jaune?

Jaune: *turns to Pyrrha and sighs* I dunno, Pyrrha. I just... this is a lot to take in. I mean, we're talking about a multiverse here! On top of that, they want us to go inside... ourselves to prevent Vale's destruction? That's a lot of pressure!

Nora: You're telling me. I mean, they expect us to just drop everything and say 'yes' to this? We're dealing with unfamiliar technology here. What if something goes wrong?

Pyrrha: These are friends of Headmaster Ironwood. Ozpin seems to have put a lot of faith in them. If he trusts them, then so do I.

Ren: Just because Ozpin trusts them, that doesn't necessarily mean we should. Something about Merlin doesn't seem right. For all we know, he could be lying.

Pyrrha: Ren, you're being ridiculous.

Ren: Am I? I don't think it's wise to just take what Merlin is saying at face-value. The fact that they want us for this mission and not have Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang or anyone else join us is pretty suspicious if you ask me.

Pyrrha: Look, I'm not saying that it isn't weird or that we shouldn't be cautious. I agree that something doesn't feel right. But think about it for a moment, what would Merlin have to gain from lying to us? And why would Headmaster Ironwood, a friend of Ozpin's, want to go along with it?

Nora: Agh! This is making me my head spin! Jaune, what do you think we should do?

Jaune: ...I need some air. *promptly leaves the room*

Jaune slid down the wall in complete exhaustion. He felt like he was letting his team down. He was the leader and he knew that they were counting on him to make a decision right now. But he was struggling. No matter how many times Jaune thought about it, there wasn't an easy answer to this. He reached into his pocket and took out his scrollphone. He dialed the number of the one person who understood the most; Ruby. Facing the camera, he waited until he saw her face. He felt a wave of relief upon seeing her again.

Ruby: Hey there, Jaune! How's Atlas?

Jaune: Hi Ruby. Uh, yeah... it's... okay.

Ruby: *frowns* What's wrong?

Jaune: *sighs* It's kind of a long story.

Jaune explained to Ruby about the dire situation he and his Team were in. His fingers were trembling so much that he nearly dropped the scrollphone.

Ruby: Hm. That's pretty rough. Do you think you can trust this Merlin guy?

Jaune: I'm not sure. I mean, if this other Remnant's survival hinges on us, shouldn't we go and help it?

Ruby: Well... what does your heart say?

Jaune: *small, nervous chuckle* It says I should go. I've always wanted to help others and protect those who need it. Even if that Remnant isn't my own, I should go and protect everyone there. Heroes go and fight the battles make sure we all live a better tomorrow, right?

Ruby: *giggles* Well if that's what you feel, then you have your answer. Good luck, Jaune and tell the others that too.

Jaune: Thanks Ruby. You're the best.

Ruby: *shakes head* No, you're the best. Make sure you come back in one piece, we still need to hang out at the Sweet Shack. *giggles*

Jaune: You can count on that, no problem. See you, Ruby.

Ruby: See you, Jaune.

Jaune hung up the scrollphone and held it close to his chest. Seeing Ruby made his heart flutter. He put his scrollphone away and opened the door to come back inside, only to see Nora, Ren and Pyrrha tumbling onto the floor.

Jaune: What the?! Were you guys evesdropping?

Nora/Pyrrha: ...no?

Jaune: Even you, Ren?

Ren: ...I got curious.

Jaune: *shakes head* Never mind. Look, I think we should help out Merlin and Ironwood. We all signed on to be huntsmen and huntresses. That means we do everything we can to save people from grimm and other evils. It'd be pretty irresponsible to just back out.

Pyrrha: That's a very mature decision, Jaune. I'm with you.

Nora: You can count me in too. If we can handle an invasion in our world, then a witch from another world is no problem at all.

Jaune: Ren?

Ren: I still think something's off about this... but if you feel it's the right thing to do, then I'm with you all the way.

Jaune: Thanks guys. *smiles* Now come on, we've got a cup to destroy!

#rwby #rwby au #rwby fanon #fate series #fate fanon #swords of fate #rwby swords of fate #arc kingdom #rwby arc kingdom #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #team jnpr #romani archaman #general ironwood #merlin #chapter 1

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thehoneybeet · 1 year

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top 3 fics I read in 2022

@mintawasalreadytaken what a great idea, and thanks for the tag! I have to preface this by saying my favorite thing is very often also the latest thing I read. However, these fics stand out to me and they also (almost) all happen to have been posted this year.

Favourite published in 2022:

Tapestry by @kbrick (91k)

For everyone who waits to read until a wip is no longer a wip, the last chapter was posted today!!

Summary:

In 2017, Harry is on his way to Pansy and Luna's beach house. He’s a bit terrified of seeing Draco, to be honest. It’s been a while, and then there’s the little matter of Draco having married someone else in the interim.

In 2001, Draco is drunk, wearing Pansy's mother's ermine coat, and afraid to walk into the Leaky because someone might throw a curse at him. So, of course, he runs into his ex-nemesis and hopeless crush, Harry Potter.

This is a love story that isn't perfect, about two people whose timing is never quite right, and all the moments that come together to make something extraordinarily beautiful anyway.

Why I loved it:

Kbrick never fails to write Draco and Harry in a way that just feels so real, so tangible. Her endings are heart-throbbingly resonant. This one brought me to tears (not for the first time--so did the ending (or shall I say beginning?) of Running Mate). I loved the progress of this story--that we get a glimpse of just one summer in 2017, interspersed with nearly two decades of a love story that is imperfect, tragic, and still manages to bring out what I like best in both of them. The friendships are golden. You could even just read this for the jaw-dropping description of what's beyond the veil, and you'd still be satisfied. Just go read it.

Favourite 'New-to-Me' Fic:

This was new-to-me and also published in 2022, so I guess this counts as well. Plus I can't pick absolute favourites, anyway.

A Pocket Full of Stones by @amywaterwings (68k)

Summary:

A curse is spreading through the wizarding world, erasing memories of the war. Harry Potter is on the case!

Where Draco is the DMLE’s most wanted dark wizard and Harry is the private investigator tasked with bringing him in. It goes as well as one might expect.

Why I loved it:

The first sentence of this fic is:

The night was bleeding, the moon a lopped off head.

Just look at it! Beautiful! It sets up the tone of the fic, dark in all the beautiful ways, so perfectly, so succinctly. And then it gets better. I loved both Harry and Draco's characterization in this. It felt fresh. It was real. Why should they be complacent with corrupt bullshit? Let the liars burn. They are so obviously made for each other and Amy's writing is beautiful. There is reference to Virginia Woolf. I just can't say enough good things about it.

Wild Card

I just wanted to rec a third fic that was posted in 2022 that I loved.

An Emerald In The Sky by @corvuscrowned (6.6k)

Summary:

The hardest part about shagging an Unspeakable is that they’re not allowed to speak of anything. All Draco knows is that Harry works in Time. Harry works in Time, and while he’s out there in all of that time, it is as unforgiving to him as it is to anyone.

Somewhere along the way, Draco realizes he's been thinking in lines, when he should have been thinking in circles.

Why I loved it:

It's beautiful, obviously, because Crow wrote it. But I especially loved it because it's clever. The ending is delightful because everything makes sense. Circles. I loved the angst, the pining, Draco as an astronomer, contemplating the heavens. Re-reading it is a completely new experience. Harry suddenly makes perfect sense. All I can say is that it's a masterpiece, and that I'm seriously impressed with the mental flexibility it required to write.

Honourable mentions:

Posted in 2022:

Hollow by @writandromance. 52k. I love everything written by her and this is no exception. A halloween story set during eighth year about pumpkins, growth, and healing. The way the POV is crafted is sheer genius.

New to me:

there will be time, there will be time by @amywaterwings. 20k. Amy is a master of alternate universes. Enough said.

A hag, a hex, a tale of redemption by @aibidil (2018, 43k)

Wild card/Re-read:

Stop All the Clocks by @firethesound. (2014, 45k) MCD, will break your heart, but you'll be thankful it's broken. Re-read and fell back in love.

In the Bleak Midwinter by @the-fools-errand. 105k. I got to beta this one and if you like the idea of the boys in the Peaky Blinders world of organised crime, this is the fic for you.

Landlocked, Oceanbound by @nanneramma. 7.5k. An utterly beautiful Luna/Pansy story about grief and home and the sea. And there's birds. I love birds.

#fic rec #honeybeet recs #top three of 2022 #but I couldn't pick three #mintaminta

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lorkai · 1 year

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If requests are open, may I request the brothers reacting to necromancer MC who ended up temporarily sharing a soul with Lilith due to an accident?

For explanation, MC was working on a spell that makes it so the brothers can atleast communicate with Lilith, however, this backfires when their soul accidentally tethers to the object that Lilith was supposed to communicate through. This leads to MC and Lilith now sharing a soul until the spell either wears off or becomes undone.

Sorry if this is confusing! But I really liked your necromancer MC and I couldn't help but become inspired by it! I love your work and your writing!

A/N: Oh my Diavolo, Anonie, i don't know how i turned this into a oneshot in the first place when i think what you wanted was hcs??? But I only realized it when I was already writing the last paragraphs and I went to reread your request 💀💀, sorry lololol. I must also say that I loved your request and that I appreciate your kind words, I'm glad that you like my work so much! Hope you like this! <33

Warning: Kinda crack-ish, quite lengthy (6k words), some flashbacks, reader is gn, but there are a few moments during the story that female pronouns are used (it's for Lilith).

"What are you doing, honey?"

From behind your shoulder Lilith peeked at the book you were reading. Her hair tickled your neck and her cold breath made you lose focus. But you didn't move at all, instead you settled back in your chair and focused on the written Latin words that made up the last lines of that chapter and how all that knowledge coiled around your brain, confusing and difficult to understand. But you were holding it up really well, whenever you didn't understand a term you asked Solomon or Barbatos. And it was all for a good cause, after all.

A few months ago Beel had told you that it would be nice if he could see his sister one last time to say goodbye and let her move on. That is, Lilith herself had told you once, that she had forgotten the way to the Celestial Realm after spending so long down there in Devildom, protecting her brothers, and up there in the human world, waiting for the right moment to guide one of her descendants, to guide you. And honestly, you wanted them all to have closure, you wanted them to be able to say goodbye and help her like she helped them and you. Lilith should be able to find peace and rest after all those years, knowing that you would take care of her brothers as long as you lived.

It was sad to think how lonely she was, even though her smile was as sweet and her voice as gentle as the breeze that carried the flower petals to the ground, spreading their sweet scent far and wide during springtime. Even after becoming human she was still as angelic as she once was.

Finally you finished reading and turned to face your best friend with a smile, leaving the book on your knees. "I'm researching something. See that?" You pointed to a large mirror that you had brought with you from your last adventure in the human world. It was from ages long past, an age forgotten by mortals, and Solomon told you that it could help you achieve your goal. The goal of creating a way for Lilith to be able to communicate directly with her brothers so they would be able to see and hear her once more. "It's still a secret what I'm researching, but... Uh, nothing, I don't want to say more than necessary and risk you finding out what I'm doing. At least not yet."

Lilith stood in front of the mirror, tracing the glass with her ghostly fingers. The gold and emerald stones that spanned the woody base were well crafted by some skilled craftsman, no doubt the way the hard material ran slowly through her fingers and the way her reflection showed through it, subtle and blurred. She turned to you with her hands on her hips and a pout on her face, but refrained from making any comments in order to study the books piled on the table and their titles. You knew she was impatiently trying to put all the pieces of the puzzle together, even though they were incomplete pieces and she wasn't going to get anywhere. Not yet.

"Sit with me for a moment, Lili." You offered with a sly smile, pointing to the couch next to your chair. But the ghost gracefully glared at you like Lucifer did when he was about to lecture you for something stupid you'd done and you turned your face away, seeing the messages that appeared on your D.D.D's display without wanting to answer any of them at that time. It was the brothers talking about some mischief they had done a few minutes ago, you were sure of it.

"Or of course, you can stand up, Lili. It's up to you." You shrugged, smiling.

"I don't know what you're doing" Lilith made your books float. Advanced magic books she was still carefully teaching you, books on magical rituals and necromancy. "but you'd better stop now, child. You're messing with things you don't understand and it would be foolish to go on about it. Don't you remember what happened that time with the badger?"

The mention of what happened made you shiver and you suppressed a nervous laugh deep in your throat. It was obvious that you had grown quite a bit with your magic and accidents like that would be impossible to happen with all the knowledge you had access to now, but it was so typical of Lilith to treat you like a child that sometimes you felt like showing her that you could indeed perform the spell you were working on - or at least, give a brief demonstration.

"Thanks for the reminder, mommy. But trust me. One doesn't make the same mistake twice, I guess." You positioned yourself in front of the mirror, whispering the last part of your lighthearted comment and ignoring the way the ghost hurried to your side.

She was curious to know what you were doing and despite her disapproval of the stubborn way you acted, Lilith knew that with or without permission you were tempted to demonstrate what that mirror was for. She knew you very well because she had been with you since you were a little child fascinated by spirits that were everywhere, that walked the halls at night or that whispered in your ears to make you sleep.

And for a moment you admired the reflection of the two of you standing in front of the mirror, admired your physical similarities and differences, and the beauty that you two had. So alike and so different at the same time and the next moment you moved your hands forward and to the sides, creating a vortex of wind that filled your entire room. You could hear objects flying around as you muttered the incantation in a broken Latin, hoping you were pronouncing each syllable correctly, as you listened to Lilith telling you that this was bullshit and that you should stop before it was too late.

But when to know when it was too late?

The words came and flowed from your mouth as if you were reading them directly from the book and the magic you exuded was stronger than when you were trying to perform any other spell, stronger, more tempting. And more dangerous than the others. Your eyes rolled back as your entire body suddenly shook. Lights and illuminated shapes took over everything and, somewhere inside your lost mind and tired body, you heard someone screaming. And that someone had a voice similar to yours, maybe it was you who was screaming and unable to resist the uncontrolled magic, you felt yourself being thrown back against something hard and then, you passed out.

Not before hearing another loud noise, the sound of something being destroyed. Perhaps it was the glass in the mirror shattering against the pressure of your magic, perhaps it was the door breaking from its frame as the brothers tried to enter the room. You wouldn't know.

...

The hot sky irritated your eyelids enough that you brought an arm to cover your face, the distant sound of the waters was like a balm to your tired body. Children's laughter ran through your ears like the annoying sound of a train, but it was so sweet, so soft, you couldn't get angry even if you wanted to. Everything around you seemed to vibrate with life and innocence, with hope and love. The place where you lay was warm and strangely tickled whenever you moved, and you intended to keep pretending you were sleeping to listen to the gossip the voices were discussing or just to enjoy a peaceful and worry-free moment . It was weird, but it felt so good.

Your little plan, however, was derailed when a shadow hovered over your sleepy form and flicked your forehead hard, making you jump in surprise and bring your hand to your forehead immediately. You sat down and as you prepared to yell at the person in front of you, the words died on the tip of your tongue, the person in front of you was known to you in some way and yet completely unknown.

His cold eyes roamed the clearing where you were sleeping and you didn't remember that place, or rather, you, Mc, didn't remember, but Lilith remembered perfectly. It was the Celestial Realm, a little different from what you remembered when you visited the place with Solomon. It was beautiful. And you seemed to be seeing the world through her eyes once more, but it felt different now. It was more real.

You could feel the grass beneath you and the sun was burning your skin in just the right way, it was all like one of those dreams that you can control or at least feel real. The Celestial Realm had its own eccentricities like the flowers that didn't exist in the human world or how the sky changed color in a few moments and the clouds made funny expressions towards the children. But all of that pales in comparison to the angel in front of you, he was real and his voice was the voice of someone Lilith had heard before.

"What is it, Michael?" Lilith's voice came out of her lips, shaky. Almost scared. Her feelings mixed with your, irritation and curiosity, drowsiness and despair as she sat up, fiddling with the hem of her yellow dress. Almost imperceptibly she tried to put some distance between them.

And Michael's intimidating eyes did nothing to help you understand the situation you were in. It was all obviously a memory, but you didn't remember going to sleep or what you were doing before it happened. The angel, contrary to your expectations, smiled in an almost innocent way. "Do you need anything specific or are you just bothering me for no reason?"

Michael took the seat next to Lilith, laughing. The sun falling on his figure made him look younger and more beautiful, as if the weight of his responsibilities as an archangel had lifted off his shoulders for at least a few seconds, his hair dancing against the wind and the white feathers of his austere wings stretched out in all directions. It was a beautiful sight to behold, but you felt Lilith's entire body shudder with fear and she glanced quickly at the lake; the angel watched as the children threw the stones into the water and how they bounced once, twice or three times before sinking completely. The archangel bent over her, smiling.

"You've done a very, very bad thing, little angel." He murmured condescendingly, tucking her hair behind her ear. His smile widened as if he was amused by something and then he moved even closer to her face, and you shivered as you felt his warm breath fly over her skin, up from her neck to her ear. "Give food to a human and thought the angels wouldn't find out, thought Father wouldn't know?"

Lilith's memories flew over your mind, the first encounters with a sincere and honest man that made the angel's innocent heart flutter non-stop, or the first kiss they shared under a starry night. The way he looked at her made you shiver all over, it was incredibly cute. You could feel his love for her through her eyes, but your heart sank as Lilith's fear rushed through you and tears began to well up in her eyes. She quickly pulled away from him, denying it. "No, I couldn't have done something like that. You sure are wrong, Michael."

He laughed. And he laughed for several minutes. The sound gave you terrible chills. You wondered if this Michael was the same Michael that Luke spoke of with great enthusiasm, that Simeon described as good and honest. And looking at him now it made sense why Lucifer wanted to keep you away from him and everything he stood for.

Gold chains exploded from the floor as the archangel snapped his fingers, and though you tried to dodge and flee, they adorned your wrists. But the harder you pushed the metal against your skin the heavier it became, the harder it was to think when the sound of your pounding heart was all you heard instead of your thoughts.

And Michael seemed to enjoy the situation, not enough that it became immoral, but enough that it felt like he was teaching you a lesson. A bad lesson. And none of the other angels intervened.

The grove was empty when you looked into it. The children were mere silhouettes in the distance and the cheerful air was suddenly gone, they were being taken away on the pretext of going somewhere else to play. The older angels looked at Lilith with pity and perhaps even mocked her for the great sin she had committed. Lilith was very innocent in thinking that her actions would have no consequences, but when you're in love, no one is able to think straight.

"The Father says love your neighbor as yourself. Is it wrong to love?" She screamed with rage, her wings were taut and ready to take flight and fight for her survival and her freedom. But it was the glint in his eyes that kept her in the same place, cold and serious, far from the youthful, innocent glow they carried in the first instant.

If you loved him that much, you should have let him die. It's what humans do, right, Mc?"

Suddenly everything went black. The memory had shut down, but searing pain shot through your entire body. The pain that Lilith carried every day from the arrow that pierced her chest during the fall. And You felt yourself swimming in emptiness for a long, indefinite time after all this, you didn't see or hear anything, but you could feel that something was different.

Something was different.

...

"How’s Mc?" Mammon asked with his hands in his pockets. The demon of greed was trying to keep up appearances but he was the first to panic when he saw his favorite human on the ground, it wasn't a pretty scene to see him clutching Mc's body and crying profusely as if them had died for a second time . "Satan, are you finally going to say what MC has? Is there a cure? Do I need to buy medicine? Are we going to have to take them to the doctor or is the Sorcerer Society a better option?"

Lucifer heaved a heavy sigh, but it didn't stop his younger brother from rattling off his concerns in hurried, desperate tones. It was better that way, better to fill the silence with some noise than to perpetuate the tense atmosphere that had settled since Beel had broken down the door to their dear human's room and seen them lying on the floor.

As his brothers dashed in and out of the room trying to help in any way, the older brother studied the writings on MC's desk in hopes of understanding what kind of spell they might be working and how to nullify it. He knew MC had such altruism, sometimes so prone to getting into trouble to help people and make them happy, but as he read through all the notes and books Lucifer felt his heart beat a little faster, a little more crazed. MC was really willing to mess with the whole order of life, about to bring Lilith back to life.

Whether them would bring his sister back to life permanently or not, he still couldn't understand.

Truth be told he would be grateful if he had his sister back after all these years, even though he got over her death he still missed her terribly. Any brother who lost his sibling would understand that, but even so, he couldn't torment her rest, if indeed she was actually resting beside you, always running back and forth while stopping you from doing stupid things that could cost you your life. She seemed to like you, Lilith was always known as a protector of children and she cared for you like she cared for her children when she became human.

"MC is fine. Their signals are stable. The fainting was brought on by overuse of magic, it's like trying to..." Satan placed the stethoscope around his neck and looked at Mc, looking thoughtful. He forced the bitter taste out of his mouth by munching on a breath mint as he reviewed the information on his clipboard. "It's like trying to plug a hole with your bare hands, at some point water is prone to run through your fingers. In this case, the water ran too far and swallowed MC whole. They should wake up in a few hours."

"Good, good. That's great." Mammon smiled. He sat in the chair next to MC's bed and held their hands tenderly, unlike his usual tsundere. He was trying to put into words everything he felt in his chest without caring who heard what he was muttering, but for a while he just mumbled incomprehensible things as his brothers walked in and out of the room. "Get well soon, human. Great Mammon here will take you out for ice cream after all this, I'll even buy you two of your favorite, but only if you wake up!"

"Ice cream?" Asmo sneered, crossing his arms. "Solomon always says using too much magic makes you sick, better offer them soup Mams."

While the avatar of lust scolded the avatar of greed, Satan got closer to Lucifer with the intention of exchanging knowledge about Mc's work. He too had seen Mc's work and wondered how far the human would go to accomplish the impossible, the feeling in his chest was one of appreciation, but also of concern. The avatar of wrath knew a lot, he had read thousands of books, even those that were destroyed in the Library of Alexandria, the point is that sometimes he was blinded by doubts and fears and could not visualize everything clearly and, although similar, Lucifer had a different way of seeing things, used to living under the pressure of having to be absolutely accurate in his actions and hypotheses in order to protect everyone.

"Mc is a necromancer with unlimited access to knowledge, they have Lilith on their side and they are now officially Solomon's apprentice, an immortal who saw practically every form of magic in existence take its first step " Satan muttered. He analyzed the magical engravings that adorned the mirror, intrigued by the object. Frowning he wondered if that mirror was new, he couldn't remember now.

His reflection was the same and yet it looked different, more vivid and his emerald eyes glowing greener than before. Conclusions were slipping away from him and the only thing he focused on at the moment was the ticking sound of the clock. "What I mean is that Mc is obviously trying to achieve what no other necromancer has been able to achieve before. Mc wants to bring Lilith back to life, back to us."

Lucifer cleared his throat, scratching his head and loosening the tie from around his neck. That damn thing was starting to suffocate him and he had to think about what to do. "It was our cause, dare I say it. The anniversary of Lilith's death was just a few days ago and…well, you saw how depressed we were. Mc must have thought it was necessary to do that for us to be happy."

"What will we do?" asked the blonde. "We don't know if this could have any negative effect on Mc at all. No one who tried this has survived and yet, they are alive and breathing perfectly."

Satan turned to look at Mc and touched their face carefully. Cold was all he felt, a cold that made him want to wrap you in your covers like a burrito and never let you come out of it. A cold with a touch of death and pain, the same cold he felt for most of his birth when he was lost and alone and he immediately withdrew his hand and walked away, opening the windows to let in fresh air.

"We found something that might help." Belphie entered the room. He and Beel were bringing an old box with some strange potions and books, dust flew everywhere as soon as the redhead let the box fall to the ground. The avatar of sloth blew an old book and handed it to his older brothers with the confidence that it would help them to unravel that mystery. "It's the grimoire Lilith was working on when she found out that man was sick, she was considering every possibility to save him from death and I remind you that she considered bringing him back to life after he died."

Beel mumbled something under his breath and took one of Mc's hands, bending down to kiss their cool forehead. Despite him being one of the more expressionless brothers, the look of concern didn't leave his eyes or his posture. "We believe that the spell Mc used has its origins in Lilith's texts, so no one can understand its effects or how it works. The necromancy that has been developed in recent years is what we have known the longest, but we not know much of the necromancy that Lilith developed."

Belphie and Beel looked at Mc for long moments and the two twins shared the same feeling. The fear of losing another member of your family. It was an utterly overwhelming thought and scarier than any punishment Lucifer could dish out to them after their shenanigans, but at the moment it was real fear and something they didn't like to think about at all.

"I assume nobody knows much about it." Mammon intervened. Voice weak once again and small fearful tears welling up in his eyes as he ran his trembling fingers over the white strands of his hair. Beside him, Asmo stopped him from pulling the strands of hair because of his nervousness and held his hands with great delicacy. "Nobody knows how to save mc... nobody... Will they di...?"

"Mammon, darling, let's get some air. How about it?" Asmo offered, pulling him from his seat. But the avatar of greed sank even further into his chair and pulled his hand back, he wouldn't leave your side until you woke up and that was more than clear from the way he looked at your body and a miserable expression it grew on his face every second you didn't express a reaction. "Mammon, it's going to be okay. We're all trying our best, okay? Solomon is also coming over to help."

He denied every comment his brothers tried to dissuade him from staying there. But nothing worked and it was soon decided that he should stay to watch Lucifer, Satan and Solomon, who arrived minutes later as they discussed the developed theory that Lilith had started to create when she was still an angel.

"Mammon..." He heard a voice whisper behind him. A voice that sent shivers down his back and he turned abruptly, looking for someone or something calling to him. Needless to say, there was nothing there. The movement caught Lucifer's immediate attention, who gave him a strange look.

"What's the matter, Mammon?" He asked.

Honestly, he admitted. "I heard her calling me."

The thought Lilith was manifesting should instill a fear in them, for the dead must stay dead, except their sister was too stubborn to stay dead and at peace for so long. Just like MC, Lilith was always meddling in other people's business.

The almighty and proud Lucifer trembled as if he hadn't expected this and Satan gasped as if out of breath, obviously neither of them had expected something like that news. And Mammon who hates the thought of ghosts near him was quiet at that moment, looking at you, then at a random spot in the room as if he expected his sister to communicate again through her husky and weak whispers.

"Oh, Mammon, wouldn't it be better if you got some air?" Solomon asked after a few seconds of waiting to see if anything else would happen. But everything was normal.

He laid his head on his bed and clasped his hands together. "Please talk to me again. Give me a sign, Lilith."

The brothers remained silent, waiting expectantly and when the seconds turned into minutes they began to think that fear was making Mammon hallucinate. Satan, with a look of understanding, hugged his older brother as he had never done before and waited for everything he felt to be passed on to him, all the hope and the sea of other feelings that he never knew how to distinguish, passed only by a contact. He carefully wiped away the tears of despair that were coming out of his older brother's eyes.

"It's okay, Mammon. MC is fine and we'll manage to save them." He assured the avatar of greed with a smile.

BAM!

Suddenly, the book that was in Solomon's hands soared across the room as if it were actually alive. It seemed to be wanting the attention of everyone present as it flew aimlessly, calmly and on the other side of the room, the magazines you had borrowed from Asmo began to be torn apart by an immense force and leaves fell like tree leaves during the fall.

At all times, Mammon was looking into the mirror as if he wasn't seeing something he believed. But no one noticed since they were more worried about you getting hit by the flying book or a violent ghost getting close to your bed. His blue eyes focused on the green and red lights trying to contain the book as the human sorcerer knelt on the ground to investigate something.

"Um, what does that mean?" Solomon asked uncertainly. Patterns he'd never seen marked the entire floor of your room, surely from some language even he hadn't seen even during his immortal life.

"Yeah, um, let's see... It's an angelic saying." Lucifer who was hugging the flying book with all his might spoke through gritted teeth. The force of a thousand ghosts seemed to push him back as the seconds ticked by until he was finally face to face with the only mirror in his room. An angelic mirror from the looks of it and only now he noticed. "What reveals the soul better than a mirror... By heaven, is that you Lilith? Lilith, can you hear me? Mc, can you hear me?"

A knock on the mirror made him jump in place.

Two different silhouettes manifested and two fists slammed into the mirror glass at the same time. Lucifer turned to his younger brother and beckoned to him with a nod.

"Someone is trying to manifest through this mirror and I think it's Lilith and Mc." He concluded.

Solomon cleared his throat in annoyance. He joined the demons and added his opinion as if it were fact. "The mirror consumes magic, if you want to talk to them you must feed the mirror that trapped them. From there we figure out how to free them."

Satan looked at Lucifer and then at the hand in the mirror, covering it with his own. His brother did the same to the other. And a fog seemed to cover their eyes because at that moment both demons fell to their knees, their hands glued to the mirror while they trembled and babbled incomprehensible things, it was a frightening scene, but neither Solomon nor Mammon could do anything.

"Hey, you idiots... Can you hear me?"

Ah, sweet Lilith.

Mammon ran to stand in front of the mirror seeing how his sister's silhouette seemed clearer now. The mirror slowly revealed her curly hair falling over her shoulders and the same sharp look he remembered her having. The angel was still wearing that yellowish dress that Levi and Asmo had sewn together for her as a birthday present, although now it didn't have blood marks on the fabric.

"Lili... How?" The angel frowned at the question, looked to the side and pulled you closer so they could see you too. She gestured towards you with a tired look on her face, while you smiled.

"Ask my descendant here." Lilith patted your shoulders and leaned against the mirror glass, sitting down to rest.

You looked away from her and crossed your arms at the tone she had used. It was foolish to use magic that you didn't have the slightest knowledge of, but at least you had managed to make them see and hear her. Getting stuck in the mirror with her was just an easily fixable setback, you think.

"Well, it was just an experiment gone wrong." You admitted with a half nervous laugh, half amused by the whole situation. And then you went on to describe the process of taking the soul out of the mirror; that being the last part you hadn't finished reviewing before testing your spell. But Lucifer could probably get you out of there in five seconds, even if his tired appearance almost convinced you otherwise.

The avatar of pride looked ready to forbid you to use your powers when he got you out of there, but one look towards his sister and he forgot all about it. He held up the grimoire you'd been working on and chanted perfect Latin, waiting for a rush of light to expel your soul from the mirror back into your body. Instead, the glass shattered and two souls flew out into the only body that lay without a soul inside.

Even if no one noticed it right away.

"Umm, Lilith?" Mammon called confused. He got down on his knees and started picking up the pieces of glass on the floor, trying to contact her again. But only received silence this time. "Lucifer does something! Lilith is gone!"

Ah yeah... She was gone... And somehow you knew she was inside your body.

You knew that given recent events you should have been resting, but your excitement to be back has you pulling yourself up to sit, except that you didn't seem to have been able to control your entire body. Or rather, the right part of your body. Noticing this, you quickly tried to communicate but only disconnected phrases came out of your lips. It was all a big mess.

Solomon was quick to help you up, making sure you weren't hurt. "Calm down Mc, your body is still affected by the use of magic."

"Oh please, be quiet sorcerer!" Lilith grumbled. Her tone changing from yours, more velvety and smooth. It was quick, but noticeable that her soul was not in the shards of glass that Mammon was still collecting, but occupying your body right next to your soul.

"Sorry, Sol." Your voice came soon after.

Satan grabbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. He didn't want to and didn't know how to separate souls from bodies and suspected that Lucifer didn't have the strength to do it, the guy had given too much of his magic to power the mirror so as not to tire the wrath avatar. At that moment he wished he had. At least he would be willing to do something more than sit on the floor, panting and tired.

"Is that what I'm thinking?" He dared to ask.

You shrugged almost instantly. "Something went wro--"

"No kidding, Mc. I warned y-" Lilith cut you off.

"Heavens, stop being so grumpy. Let's figure this out." You replied, tired. All you wanted now was to take a long nap and recharge your strength, cooperating with Lilith you were able to return to the bed to sit down and Mammon soon hugged your shoulders, almost suffocating you in his embrace.

The shivering contact conveyed all the happiness and fear he'd been feeling for the last few hours and you pulled him closer, snuggling him over your shoulders as you played with his white hair. Little by little you watched his blue eyes return to possess that cheerful and mocking look.

"Umm, I assume it's best to let the other brothers know." Solomon left when he realized he wasn't needed anymore, a laugh escaping his lips as if he wanted to see the expression adorn the other brothers' faces when they found out what had happened.

And honestly that was a way to have achieved your goal. Lilith could speak through you, so despite the mistake you made, you were feeling satisfied with your little deed, despite the tired expressions of Lucifer and Mammon who watched you with redoubled attention as if any second now you were going to pull another stupid stunt.

"I know one way." she murmured. Her grimoire came flying towards her and with only one hand she began to flip through the pages, looking for something specific that could help in that situation. Truth be told if Lucifer was a worrywart and was always two steps ahead of anyone in any situation, then his younger sister was at least five steps ahead with two extra plans.

"Let's see, let's see, Lucifer gets up off the floor, you're going to catch the flu." She scolded him, humming as she read the nearly erased lines of her grimoire. And even without reading it, she remembered all her thesis about souls that she spent nights working on when she couldn't sleep, remembering that the man she liked could be suffering at that time. "Yeah, I need another vessel. Satan, do you know the cursed objects Lucifer keeps in the attic? Be a sweetie and get me one, please?"

Needless to say, a new vessel could make the event repeat itself again. Instead, covering his mischievous smirk with one hand Satan offered. "Isn't it better to stay inside Mc's body until the spell wears off? It'll only be a few hours apart."

You almost felt angry that he found the situation funny, but at that moment Beel and Belphie came rushing into your room and as soon as the twins saw you they hugged you tightly. Their fear was felt by you for miles. Lilith moved your right hand to gently stroke Belphie's scalp, a smile creeping across your face as you watched them. And you did the same to Beel, wanting to rid them of that fear you've come to understand.

No words were needed when your gaze seemed to convey everything you felt for each other.

Mammon was still lying his head on your shoulder, watching every feature of your face as if you were going to disappear again. As if he was afraid too. And he breathed in the scent of your perfume, calming his heartbeat enough to let the stress out of his shoulders. "Human, would you rather eat ice cream or soup?"

You laughed at the question. "Ice cream, of course!"

Asmo and Levi entered next, neither of them believing Solomon's news. At first glance all they saw was you sitting surrounded by their brothers, but there was a strong presence that completely enveloped you, a calm presence that an angel possessed. They didn't need proof to know the event was real, not when you accepted them with open arms and hummed that song Lilith hummed to lull them to sleep through a rough night.

Surrounded by your beloved demons and listening to Lilith talk to them, sometimes sharing their silly stories made you smile. You had a new certainty now.

You would bring her back to life completely.

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