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thedemonstherapist · 3 years

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Of Decietful Fate

Summary: “’Remember when we met here? What a beautiful night that was’.

‘Nothing could be more beautiful than you, my dearest. Sat on the bench, all alone, as if waiting for only me’”.

Wordcount: ~1,6K

Pairing: Unrequited! Barbatos x GN! Reader/MC

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, (personified) self-hatred, some pining

Author’s Note: Aaaaand another wordvomit dump. I seem to only be able to write angst these past weeks, but it is helping me get back on track. I hope you like it nevertheless, once more, neither proofread or edited.

You shouldn’t have walked that way.

They’re so much prettier than you, pressed up against him. Their lips press against his with such gentle precision, with knowledge that they should be there. Their hands look natural intertwined, fingers delicately laced together. His other hand cups their cheek, lifting their chin towards him. They’re pulling him by his tie, a smile curving their lips upwards. Both of their eyes are shut in bliss, a perfect still-life of the perfect couple.

Happy. Together.

And you stand there, barely holding onto books and bag, frozen at the sight. You knew it would come to this eventually. You knew your denial couldn’t hold out much longer, that you would eventually be confronted by the truth.

You’re an obstruction to the beauty before you, and you want nothing more than to vanish. The seconds bend and twist, stretched out longer than they needed to be. You’re taunting yourself, your alter ego looming over you with a gleeful grin and a disapproving, arrogant stare. You should move. You’re the idiot, standing here, mask slipping, taking up space. You don’t belong.

So you turn on your heel before they even notice you were there.

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Of course they notice a difference. Not that you willfully let them, but they know. They don’t pry, Asmo breeches the subject the most, always careful, always gentle, always stopping when you ask him to. You tried lying, and that was the most obvious signal that you didn't want to talk, but it didn't stop the gazes, the whispers, the concern. Nothing does.

And for a while, you allow yourself to live like that. Misery builds a strange shell, one that can only break if you allow it to, and you do everything to prevent the wreckage. You allow yourself to swallow the bitterness, to bite your tongue in anger, to numb your tears to simple technicalities. You’re not in denial about them anymore. You’re in denial of your own.

Somehow, it feels less painful to blame yourself than somebody else.

They don’t establish the connection, to your relief. After all, they have existed for a while, and everyone knew long before your isolation came. To them, it may be normal, may be a past pain, may be a depressive phase, may be something entirely else. You’re thankful you never made yourself so obvious.

Was it something I said? Mammon asks one time, voice so quiet and broken that you almost burst into tears. No, no, no, it’s none of your faults, you reassure him vehemently, giving a small smile, I’ll be okay, please don’t worry.

Of course he still does, gentle with his affections. Why couldn’t you fall in love with him, you sometimes ask yourself, late at night, staring out of your window. Lucifer might have disapproved, but you would have saved some heartache. Maybe. Who knows if Mammon would have reciprocated.

Probably not, your alter ego sneers, just look at yourself.

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Solomon, ever so inquisitive, ever such a pain in the ass, figured it out.

A Ball. Another one, at the Demon Lord’s castle. The one where they would announce their forever. You feel empty as you stare at yourself in the mirror, absently smoothing out a crease on your sleeve. Weeks ago you would have been so excited for a night like this, spending hours getting pampered and dressed-up by Asmo. The smile you put on passes as well as the others you’ve put on these past days. It would do.

You enter the ballroom with the brothers, arm linked with Asmo, as per usual. Solomon greets you at the entrance, his own demon companion next to him, whom Asmo greets with the enthusiasm of an old friend. You barely have time to breathe before Diavolo is upon you, and his absence is immediately noticeable, replaced by a demon in a similar uniform and customary smile. Your eyes travel across the room to find him, knowing full well that they would make their entrance together soon. Your mind races to torture you, imagining how they would be dressed. Would they match him? You can only imagine the ripples of turquoise fabric, hair made into traditional fashions for the occasion, jewelry glistening across and down delicate hands, arms, necks, backs. Asmo had once shown you how one dressed for this celebration, chattering excitedly away as you stared at the magazine pages.

What a beautiful couple they would make.

Satan asks you something, ripping you from your thoughts. You jump to answer, giving a nervous laugh as Solomon’s apprehensive gaze falls onto you. Spotting Levi and Beel across the room, you excuse yourself, hurrying over to where you would hopefully be able to meld into the background and look away.

Of course, you don’t get that privilege.

Because Lucifer ushers you over no five minutes later, gathering everyone in a neat circle. You end up back between Asmo and Solomon, watching as Diavolo ascends to his seat, quietning the room. The flowers everywhere glisten so prettily in candlelight. You concentrate on staring at one of the lilies behind Diavolo’s left shoulder, drowning out his words. The anxious tapping of your nail against your glass fades into the background, heart pounding out of your chest. You feel dizzy by the time the roaring applause starts, eyes flying to the open doors.

In that moment, all you want to do is wake up.

Your hands find the rhythm by themselves, absently joining in the commotion. You don’t notice the hot, sticky track the tear makes down your cheek, in hollow acknowledgment of how happy they look together. He holds them so delicately, smile realer than you’ve ever seen it before, gazing at them in adoration. They are the epitome of elegance, expression bursting with joy, one particular jewel hung around their neck.

You’re glad that demon engagement customs differ from human ones. It makes it easier not to imagine yourself as them.

Somebody’s stare is burning into your sides. You turn to look at Solomon, in silent acceptance of his knowledge. His expression is pure surprise, slowly softening to apologetic sympathy.

He’s rarely looked so human.

You turn back around, lifting the glass to your lips.

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It’s quiet in the palace gardens.

The sounds of you walking are all you hear, aimlessly wandering along the stone path, following a trail of lanterns. You’re not quite sure where you’re going, but the sounds of the party are diminishing behind you. It’s not cold, gentle breeze sweeping across the lake beside you, creating small ripples across the surface. You know that someone will come running after you any second now, telling you you shouldn’t be out here alone. You knew that the moment you passed the demons on the balcony, but you can’t bring yourself to care, just wanting to be alone for a while.

The trail ends at the small marble dome at the edge of the lake. Even this is decorated lavishly, candles casting flickering light onto your silhouette. You stand at the entrance for a few seconds, taking it all in. There is a hum of magic surrounding you, gentle and unabrasive. It’s almost angelic.

As you step inside, you can feel something click. You pay it little mind, stepping to the bannister. Your hands close around the cold marble, letting out a long sigh as you lean on it.

This is where you and Barbatos had your first proper conversation.

It was a similar night. The party had been loud, even from here, and you’d needed space. He found you, sat on the bench, staring at the lake in wonder. After the customary greetings and asking if you needed anything, he had lingered. You remember the exact hesitation in his expression, glancing at you from the entrance. You hadn’t known what to say, carefully asking if everything was alright. He’d smiled lightly, telling you not to worry about him, that he was only admiring the one of the constellations visible tonight.

Conversations about the stars became common between you two afterwards. You wish you’d known that it was never meant to be more than platonic.

Steps. Quick ones, almost stumbling over each over. You take a shaky breath, hoping your tears haven’t smudged your makeup, straightening up. Could it be him? Could it?

It is.

But not only him.

Their eyes meet yours, confusion flashing across them. Suddenly you realise why you stand in the midst of flowers and lanterns, why that gentle hum of atmospheric magic feels so comforting. Why they stand at the entrance, hands intertwined, cheeks flushed.

I’m so sorry. You want to vanish, quickly tugging your jacket closer to your body and stepping away from the bannister. I didn't realise-

It’s not a problem! We love this place, don’t we, Barb?

He nods, glancing over at you. Did you need some air?

You nod, staring adamantly at one of the pillars beside him, refusing to meet his eye. You feel so endlessly stupid. Your alter ego is right back behind you, snarling into your ear, venom seeping under your skin.

I better get back. Your voice comes out a whisper. Congratulations. You make a wonderful couple.

Thank you, that’s so very kind of you. They sound so sincere, and you can’t help but doubt it. Demons of deceit don’t tend to be honest.

Your eyes find him against your will, hope tugging your heart apart, and he smiles. Dutiful as always. Take care.

Remember when we met here? Their words almost stop you in your tracks, but you’re already past them, slowing to listen. What a beautiful night that was.

Nothing could be more beautiful than you, my dearest. Sat on the bench, all alone, as if waiting for only me.

The air feels a lot colder against your burning eyes.

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a-write-for-soreeyes · 4 years

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Marry Me? [caleb widogast x reader]

Caleb Widogast x Reader - MUSIC FIC

[with Platonic!Mighty Nein x Reader]

The song is “For the Dancing and the Dreaming” from ‘How to Train Your Dragon 2’ followed right behind by “The Skye Boat Song” from ‘Outlander’ bc I feel as though it really fits with the end of the fic and all of the feels it gives me.I’ve had this idea forming in my head for a while now and I decided to just go for it and write it, it does contain spoilers for a character after ep. 27 of campaign 2.

You know the rules, y/n = your name, h/c = hair colour, s/c = skin colour

Also I have no idea how to write accents so just imagine I wrote Caleb’ accent well.

Fic Word Count - 1710 (aprox.)

(When you should start the song I’ll put a little ‘s’ in brackets to let you know)

Italics means lyrics and bold + italics means that multiple are singing at once.

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Battles can be easily won, but they are not so easily forgotten. We lost so many people on the way to defeating the dark forces that kept a grasp on our world. We had seen so much together, and we had lost so much together. But we were still standing, well some of us were, Fjord had taken a few too many hits and was getting healed by Jester, while Yasha, Beau and Nott were patching eachother up across from me.

After the final battle we had decided to walk to the nearest town before setting up camp just outside the perimeter of the town untouched by the battle that was raging but a few hours ago, rather than find and inn in town and scare the locals with just how bloodied and beaten we all were.

Taking off my boots and socks I stretched out my feet, then started to wipe the dirt and blood from my face, trying to rid myself of the grime even though I knew it was a losing battle. Hearing the sound of heavy footsteps on the grass come up next to me I knew who it was instantly.

“y/n? Can we talk about what I asked before what just happened, happened?” I looked over to the right of me, where the voice had originated from and saw Caleb standing there looking shyley at the ground, back up to me and then back down once again. Giving him a quick nod I scooched over on the fallen log I was sitting at and let him sit down next to me.

“I’m sorry I sprung the question on you just before we were about to head right into battle but…” I felt him turn towards me eyes burning into the side of my face, “but I couldn’t look death in the eyes and not know if you wanted to spend the rest of our lives together.” He licked his chapped lips before turning back towards the flickering flame and continuing “ And if one of us didn’t walk out of there, I couldn’t live with not knowing the answer to that question.”

I turned towards him and letting loose pieces of my h/c hair fall into my face and taking in the state of the man beside me. Tears welling in his eyes, hair a mangled mess, dirt and some blood that he couldn’t seem to wipe off still on his face, clothes tattered and shaking slightly, as though the adrenaline from hours earlier had yet to wear off. Looking back to the fire now warming my s/c face I took a look around at our friends. They were bloodied, battered, and bruised. I looked over at Caleb expectantly waiting for him to say anything at all, and just as he was about too he was cut off.

From my left I heard the sound. It started quietly, just a giggle before becoming louder and other voices soon joined. Laughter. Jester must have said something to the rest of the group that had accumulated across from Caleb and I, as they were cracking up and leaning on each other for support tears coming to their eyes and slowly rolling down their now cleaned faces. A much different reason for the tears on their cheeks from a few hours ago when we were in the heat of battle. (S) “Heh, look at them, always ones to fund the bright side even after seeing as much as we just have.” Caleb let out a breathy laugh and continued to watch the group joke with each other.

“Caleb?” I asked, not turning to look at the redhead next to me, “I wanna get married to you.” I uttered softly as I looked around at the rest of our small family, joking and laughing, sometimes a bit too hard and cringing at the pain that shot from different areas from where they had been hurt and only recently healed. Instead of an answer I heard Caleb start to whistle softly, so much so that the sound almost got lost in the light wind around us.

“I’ll swim and sail on savage seas, with never a fear of drowning.” Looking over at Caleb I saw him lost in what I could only assume was his own memories, “And gladly ride the waves of life…” Caleb turned towards me, suddenly looking straight into my eyes as he said, “If you will marry me.” letting a small smirk slip on to his scruffy bearded face. I recognize what he was singing almost immediately. It was a wedding song that Molly had sung to us one night when we couldn’t sleep, we too excited for the day ahead to come, thinking that it would be an easy mission, only for us to lose Molly before the fight had even ended. Seeing the tears in his eyes reflect the light of the flames he continued to softly sing to me, “No scorching sun, nor freezing cold will stop-”

“Will stop me on my journey! Sorry.” Fjord called out as he sung (extremely) off key distracting Caleb and I from getting lost to each other and calling our attention to the group that was now staring at us expantly.

Slowly turning my face back to him, gently Caleb continued “If you will promise me your heart. And love-” He let out a shaky breath and tried to gather himself in hopes to stop himself from crying. Wiping his tears I took his face in my hands softly.

“And love me for eternity,” I continued as my voice cracked feeling all the emotions I had tried so hard to suppress about Molly’ death start to arise. “My dearest one, my darlin’ dear,” there was music suddenly coming from the left of Caleb and I, only to see Nott making magical instruments appear and start to play the tune, “your mighty words astound me.” grabbing his rough hands in mine I started once again, “But i’ve no need of mighty deeds, when I feel your arms,” Hoisting Caleb up and out of his seat next to me I swung him around trying to dance through the tears in our eyes, the pain from our sore bodies and the laughter that came tumbling out of us, “Around me!”

Hearing the instruments pick up in time with Caleb and I’ terrible festival dancing, “But I would bring you rings of gold, and even sing you poetry-”, “Oh would you!” Beau yelled as we passed our group of friends.

“And I would keep you from all harm, if you would stay beside me!” Around us the small clearing started to light up with thousands of fireflies swirling around the camp above us in strings and start to light up the trees, bushes and colourful flowers that surrounded all of us. Seeing Beau grab Yasha’ hand and start dancing, and Nott, Jester and Fjord all join hands to start spinning around the fire with Caleb and I.

Halting the dancing for just a moment we all stepped back from our partners we bowed to each other, “I have no use for rings of gold,” sliding our hands up and against one another before crossing them back to back and the palm to palm once again, “I care not for your poetry,” hearing Caleb let out a small chuckle we started to spin in small circles before continuing around the bonfire that had grown slightly bigger since the beginning of the dance casting shadows along the trees of our figures dancing, feeling the soft grass between my toes and the grace of Caleb and I’ hands just slightly brushing against each other, “I only want to hold your hand,” Caleb let our a loud laugh at that, and I could feel his warm breath heating my face even more that the fire next to us did.

“I only want you near me,” the redhead continued.

Now grabbing my raised right hand in his left and gripping my waist with his right, my left came up to rest on his broad shoulder, we sang in harmony “To love and kiss, to sweetly hold. For the dancin’ and the dreamin’!” Letting out squeals of delight as he lifted me up and my cape swung around us. “Through all the sorrows and delights,” now hearing the rest of the Nein start singing along and whooping and hollering at the moves that were so effortlessly flowing out of us all, “I’ll keep your love beside me,” feeling ourselves start to run out of breath the music picked up tempo, “I’ll swim and sail on savage seas, with ne’er a fear of drowning,” Dipping up and down quickly along with the music we all swung ourselves wildly about, trying desperately to hold onto each other, “And gladly ride the waves of life, if you will marry me!” Finally halting and pressing our foreheads together everyone panted heavily and let out loud belts of laughter except for Fjord who continued to hold the final note, “MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, I’M STILL GOINNNNNGGGGG. I’m done.” Every one of us laughing wildly at the antics that had just insured, only halting as Caleb bent down on one knee and pulled out a small pouch dropping two simple gold bands into his open palm and slowly looking up at me, “so? Will you? Marry me I mean.” He looked expantley at me as though I’d change my answer after everything that we had been through in the past few years and the extravagant dancing that we just did. “Yes. I will marry you Caleb Widogast.” I exclaimed happily as the rest of the grouped whooped and hollered and yelled cries of joy into the night sky.

Slowly he slipped the cold, gold band onto my ring finger and myself doing the same to him we looked at eachother, just basking in the comfort that the fire, and the sound of the terrible singing of our friends, of our family gave us before leaning in for a soft kiss, that only lasted but a moment before Nott started to make throwing up noises causing Caleb and myself to let out a small chuckle.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Ja. I love you too.”

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 5 years

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Thomas Sanders?!

Summary: Thomas Sanders is the same lovable former Viner and current Youtuber as we all know him And Roman, Patton, Logan, and Virgil? They're some of his biggest fans Warnings: Food mention, a few swears, non-descriptive panic attack, breaking traffic law in the name of Gay Worry Pairings: Platonic LAMPT, romantic LAMP

Based off of this post from @lefaystrent

Roman was having a self-care day. That’s why he was wearing the prince outfit. Because he looked good in it, damnit, screw the occasional odd glances from strangers who were just jealous they weren’t as fabulous as he was.

The day had been going just as great as his hair looked (amazing, his hair looked amazing), and he had been five seconds away from buying an ice cream cone when he spotted him.

Thomas Sanders. Second puppy to have been turned into a human (see Patton for the original), laugh-out-loud funny, and hella gay. A man after his own heart, even if Roman’s love was already tied up in three other wonderful human beings.

Roman smiled as he turned from the ice cream stand towards the man. Did self-care include approaching an internet hero and seeing just how much flirting he could fit into one conversation?

Absolutely.

Thomas was loitering on the edge of the street, checking between his phone and the road, clearly waiting for a ride. He smiled when Roman tapped him on the shoulder, the easy happiness in his eyes faltering for a moment in confusion, though his tone was light when he asked, “Can I help you?”

“As I live and breathe, Thomas Sanders. What great adventure brings you here all the way from Florida?” Roman said by way of answering, beaming.

Thomas’s smile grew a bit as he recognized Roman was a fan, though he still seemed thrown-off by Roman’s garb. “Visiting a friend.” He answered.

“Just a friend?” Roman asked, cocky. “It’s an utter travesty a man such as yourself doesn’t have anyone… more in your life.”

“Yeah, haha, I’m lonely.” Thomas mostly muttered to himself before continuing, “I hate to sound rude, but can I ask about the clothes-”

“Hard to pull off, I know, but when you’re a prince, you’re born to wear anything with gold!” Roman said, dramatically posing to ensure the golden embellishments caught the sunlight. “And you don’t have to be lonely, you know.”

“Oh, I won’t be. Once my friend gets here.” Thomas agreed. “And while you do wear the outfit very well-”

“You flatter me.” Roman interrupted with a grin, displaying his pearly whites as he grabbed Thomas’s free hand. He brought it to his lips, brushing the lightest of kisses to the back of it while Thomas’s cheeks brightened a shade. “But what else should a mere prince expect from a king?”

Thomas didn’t have a chance to respond before a car was pulling up at the curb, the passenger side door being pushed open a moment later.

Thomas pointed at the door with the hand holding his phone. “This is, uh, my ride.”

Roman graciously released Thomas’s hand, bowing as Thomas slowly climbed into the car. As the car drove off, he kept grinning to himself, turning back towards the ice cream stand.

He had earned a banana split.

Patton was feeding the ducks.

He did it every afternoon he had free time, bringing out corn or bird seed for the cute little duckies and their cute little duckling children. And today was such a nice day, with a gentle breeze, and the sun was out, no clouds in sight, Patton was content to sit there all day.

That was, until he saw a certain man walking down the path across the pond.

Patton recognized him immediately, having watched enough of his videos to know that uncontrollable hair, carefree expression, and likely unwashed purple bubble shirt. He waited at his position for a moment, expecting Thomas to turn the path to walk around the pond and towards him, but he took the branching one that lead into the small group of trees instead.

Managing to resist his fanboy instincts for two seconds, Patton quickly succumbed to the chance to meet such an amazing kiddo, wrapping up the bird seed bag and stuffing it into his pocket as he raced towards the former Vine and current Youtube star.

He didn’t realize he had started excitedly shrieking until Thomas, still pretty far ahead of him, turned around in fearful worry, looking for the source of the sound. Thomas stopped in place when he saw Patton, looking torn between waiting for the stranger to reach him and bolting.

Patton reached him before he could run away, smiling almost as broadly as he had been when he started dating each of his amazing boyfriends. “Tom! Thomas! Tomathy! It’s you! I’m a big fan!” He exclaimed, excitedly, happily flapping his hands.

Thomas smiled, Patton’s joy easily infectious. “It’s just Thomas. But I’m always glad to meet a fan! Especially one who seems to like my content so much.”

Patton’s smile turned a touch bashful. “Ah, shucks, kiddo, it’s just common sense to like what you make! You’re such a positive influence!”

“That’s incredibly nice of you to say.” Thomas said, smile growing.

“It’s just the truth!” Patton responded before deciding to try and press his luck as he continued, “I hope I don’t sound prying if I ask if you’re busy right now?”

Thomas shrugged. “Accidentally got myself locked out of my friend’s house, so I’m pretty free for the next few hours.”

Patton took the corn bag out of his pocket and shook it. “Want to feed some ducks with me?”

Thomas didn’t respond at first, thinking it over, before he nodded. “I think that’d be fun.”

Still grinning, Patton pulled Thomas back over to the pond, already halfway through every adorable duck fact he knew.

Logan closed the door quietly behind him, unsure how many of his boyfriends were asleep. It wasn’t terribly late, only a little past dinner, but once the meal has been eaten any bedtime was fair game. On a particularly tiresome day, Virgil had fallen asleep at the table two seconds after he complimented Patton on the food.

He was only a few feet over the threshold, however, when there was a sudden swell of Disney singing and someone scooping him up to swirl him through the air. Logan smiled slightly and didn’t try to fight it, the attack a familiar routine since he had moved in with Roman.

After a moment, he was more or less gracefully put down, his slight wobble stopped in a heartbeat as Roman caught one of his hands, helping balance Logan while kissing it. Logan rolled his eyes in poorly veiled amusement.

“Good evening, Roman.” He greeted, treasuring a true kiss as his boyfriend let their hands drop, Roman still holding Logan’s hand. “How are you, my imperial legate?”

Roman grinned. “I don’t know what that means at all, but I am as radiant as ever!”

Logan’s smile turned a shade more amused. He had been working his way up the chain of command in Roman military, and Roman had reacted to each nickname based solely on how complicated they sounded. “That is good to hear.”

“And you, my boundless starlight?”

“I am doing quite well.” Logan replied before glancing around what little of the house he could see from the foyer. “Where are Virgil and Patton?”

Roman gasped and pressed a hand to his chest. “Dearest Logan, am I not enough to fulfill your loving boyfriend needs?”

“You are more than enough, love, and I mean that in the worst way.” Logan said, though his words may have held some weight if they weren’t so burdened with fondness. “I simply have news to share I think all three of you will find interesting.”

“They’re we’re off on our quest to find them!” Roman declared, tugging Logan through the house as he launched into song, “We’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz!”

Roman was barely into the second line of his song before he was barreling into Virgil, who looked startled but not surprised by his boyfriend’s shenanigans. A little yelp was all the protest he gave as Roman grabbed his hand and kept going onwards.

They managed to collectively stop before running into Patton, who had been heading down the hallway with a laundry basket in his arms. The stop was too quick, however, and the three boyfriends tumbled down with each other, their flailing bringing Patton and their clothes down too.

Sprawled on the floor, covered in warm clothes, Patton was the first to laugh, giggling. Roman quickly joined in with a hearty laugh, Virgil falling victim as well before Logan gave in with quiet chuckles.

“Well, that was a clothes fall.” Patton joked.

“Patton… did you just combine two separate puns into one?”

A new round of giggles answered Logan’s question. He let out an exasperated sigh and planted his face in his hands.

“Why am I dating you, again?”

Patton scooted over to Logan, snuggling into his side and resting his head on his shoulder. “Because you looooove me.”

“Sadly.” Logan said, but he let his hands fall from his face to instead wrap around Patton, planting a kiss to his forehead.

“Aww.” Roman cooed, sounding properly in love before he flopped on top of Virgil and whined, “Look at all the attention I’m not getting!”

Virgil patted his head. “No offense, Ro, but I think anything less than the whole world’s attention isn’t enough for you.”

Suddenly smirking, Roman lifted a hand to cup Virgil’s face. “Good thing the only thing the world’s currently focused on is me, my dear universe.”

Virgil blushed and quickly changed the topic, “You going to tell us why you were so intent on bowling everyone in this house over, Princey?”

“Logan had something to tell the three of us.” Roman responded, sitting up so he could cradle Virgil’s face in both his hands. “Though I’m sure whatever news he might bear could never be as interesting as your eyes, deep as wells that I might drown in; never be equal in the beauty of your smile, which Aphrodite herself could not match; never be as important as your mere existence held comfortably in my arms-”

“The news, Logan?!” Virgil asked, voice high and cheeks very much aflame, only standing to increase Roman’s smirk as he took advantage of Virgil’s fluster to press light kisses across his face.

Logan chuckled lightly. “It is not that intriguing, as I am aware two of you have already interacted with him, but I saw Thomas Sanders on my way home tonight.”

Roman pulled away from Virgil to look at Logan, his emo boyfriend looking both relieved and put out at the loss of his attention. “You did?! What did he say?!”

“I am not sure.” Logan responded, one hand running fingers through Patton’s hair. “I did not interact with him.”

At this, all his boyfriends turned to look bewilderedly at him. “You… you saw Thomas Sanders and you didn’t even try to talk to him?” Virgil asked incredulously.

Logan shrugged. “He seemed occupied with his evening wanderings, and I did not wish to bother him. And, attempting to interact with him would have required me to go in a direction that would not have kept me heading homeward bound.”

“Thomas Sanders is a man to go out of your way for.” Roman said vehemently, Patton and Virgil nodding seriously in agreement.

“I will keep that in mind if I see him again.” Logan replied. “Assuming I am not once more hurrying home after missing dinner.”

“Aw, Lolo, are you saying you missed a chance to talk to Thomas Sanders so you could see us sooner?” Patton asked.

“That, and I truly did not wish to bother him-”

Patton ignored Logan’s second reason, wrapping his own arms around his boyfriend as he exclaimed, “Lolo really loves us!”

Logan scoffed but didn’t attempt to break the tight hold he now found himself in. “I thought that was already abundantly clear.”

“Yeah, but skippin’ out on meeting Thomas Sanders for an extra five minutes with us? That’s, like, the truest form of love.” Virgil said.

“I believe you are all in desperate need of a, uh,” Logan stopped combing through Patton’s hair to pull a pile of crumpled cards out of his back pocket, flipping through them before flashing one of them at his boyfriends, “reality check?”

“I’m happy you’re getting your slang down, teach, but considering in this case you are actually in the wrong, it’s you who needs the reality check.”

Before Logan could argue the point, a beeping noise interrupted the four of them. Patton quickly detached from Logan’s side, more or less throwing himself to his feet as he ran for the kitchen. “My cookies!”

Logan stood up. “I am going to make sure he does not burn himself. Might we shelve this silly discussion for another time?”

Virgil shrugged as he started helping Roman pick up the clothes. “‘Long as you accept you missed the chance to meet one of the greatest men in the world there is no discussion.”

Logan crouched next to Virgil at those words, whispering, “My dearest lamprotornis purpureus, Roman put it quite adequately when he likened you to the world. So long as we remain in each other’s orbits, how could a single man matter at all?” He pressed a kiss to Virgil’s cheek before heading back off towards the kitchen, leaving Virgil and Roman alone in the hallway.

Roman chuckled at Virgil’s frozen in place expression. “Starstruck, are we?”

In response, Virgil hid his bright red face in one of his shirts as he screamed.

Virgil was hiding from his boyfriends.

After Roman and Logan decided last night was fluster Virgil night, Patton had promptly joined in, until every other comment was fully intended to burn his cheeks a permanent shade of crimson. Now, had he enjoyed the attention? Absolutely, but it was for his dignity that he was currently boycotting love and affection.

Because that was going to last longer than two hours when he inevitably got sick of people and sunlight and came home of his own freewill.

Despite it being a lovely afternoon, the streets were mostly empty, the middle of the week not being ideal for a day off or a trip that would bring tourists by. Not that Virgil minded. The emptiness was nice. Judging the few people that went by was nicer.

Like, take the only dork Virgil could currently see. He was standing in the middle of the street, playing on his phone, probably addicted or something, and his hair was such an unkempt mess he had to keep brushing it back. He was wearing a Steven Universe shirt, so at least he had taste-

Wait.

Virgil stopped his walk, squinting at the man far down the street. It couldn’t be-

Shit.

It was.

Before Virgil could do the reasonable thing, like run and never mention this happened as to avoid mocking from Roman and a satisfied eyebrow raise from Logan, Thomas looked up from his phone and- fuck he made eye contact with Virgil.

Thomas raised his hand, waving at Virgil with a smile, already lowering his phone. Before Virgil could process anything else- or even think using some common sense- he had jumped behind the nearest bench.

Pressing against the back of it, Virgil fought to keep his breathing normal. As soon as he wasn’t on the verge of hyperventilating, he would just peek out, and make a break for it as soon as he had determined where Thomas was. Focused on his breathing, Virgil didn’t hear the hurried footsteps approaching the bench

He had, in fact, just gotten his breathing under control when a head popped over the edge of the bench. “Hi there. Uh, you okay, buddy?”

To say Virgil freaked out might have been an overstatement. He just shrieked a little and scooted away from the head fast enough to seriously bruise his shoulder. His not-freaking out was not improved by realizing it was Thomas Sanders who had come over to check on him.

` Thomas raised his hands calmingly as he settled down in a crouch in front of Virgil. “Hey, hey it’s alright. I just want to help. Can you breathe with me?” He asked, curling his hands into fists before popping out his fingers in a 4-7-8 pattern.

As he fully calmed down, Virgil was hit with the thought that this was his first and probably only encounter with Thomas Sanders, and it was because he was having a panic attack. Just from Thomas Sanders seeing him.

He was never going to live this down.

Once his breathing was regular once more, Thomas lowered his hands onto his knees, tapping his fingers. “You okay?” He asked again.

Virgil nodded his head. Thomas nodded with him.

“That’s good.” Thomas said. “Can you tell me your name?”

“V-Virgil.”

Thomas smiled gently. “That’s a nice name. Now, Virgil, do you live nearby?”

Virgil shook his head.

“Okay. Is there anyone you can call to pick you up? I’d feel better knowing you were in good hands before I left.”

Virgil nodded, digging a hand into his hoodie. Except-

Virgil’s eyes widened as he realized he had left his phone at home, having been too busy being faux annoyed at his boyfriends to remember to grab it. Realizing what was wrong, and that Virgil seemed ready to spiral again, Thomas quickly pulled his own phone out of his pocket and offered it to him.

“Here.” He said, pushing it a little more forwards when Virgil stared at it like it was alien technology. “You can use my phone to call them. You remember their number, yeah?”

After another moment, Virgil nodded and took the phone, quickly putting in his and his boyfriends’ home number.

“Hello.”

“Logan.” Virgil said, shakily, more relieved than he wanted to admit.

Logan’s tone immediately softened. “Virgil? Are you alright? Where are you?”

“I-I’m fine.” Virgil said, mostly not a lie as long as he didn’t focus on the fact he was using Thomas Sanders’s phone to call his boyfriend, while Thomas Sanders waited in front of him, after Thomas Sanders helped him with his panic attack. “And, uh, at the corner of fourth and main. Uh, c-can you come pick me up?”

Virgil heard Logan speak to someone else, followed by the sound of keys jingling. “We will be there in five minutes, alright, Virgil?”

Virgil nodded into the phone before he realized Logan needed a verbal answer. “Uh, yeah. But, um, did you say five minutes? I thought the drive was fifteen-”

“Five minutes, Virgil.” Logan repeated. “See you soon.”

“Yeah.” Virgil replied before hanging up the phone. He handed it back to Thomas, who put it back into his pocket without breaking eye contact with Virgil.

“Someone coming?” He asked, more to be sure than actually wondering.

Virgil was halfway through a nod before he cleared his throat and answered, “Yeah. They’ll, uh, they’ll be here soon, so if you want to go…”

“I think I’ll wait, just to be sure.” Thomas said, still smiling as gentle as snowfall. He moved from his crouch to sit criss-cross on the ground. “So,” He started after a moment, “you’re a fan? At least I assume that’s why you sprinted into hiding when I saw you.”

Virgil’s expression turned sheepish. “Y-yeah…”

“I get that.” Now Thomas looked a little sheepish. “Met Brendon Urie in a park a few months ago. I think I just sorta screamed at him and ran.”

“Well, what are you supposed to do? Not panic?” Virgil asked, smiling a little. “I think it’s disrespectful if you’re calm.”

“I guess so. I just feel silly. Celebrities are just people, y’know? I say it enough you think I’d remember.”

“Brendon Urie is not ‘just people.’”

“Fair point.” Thomas agreed with a laugh. Virgil chuckled a little with him. He only stopped when he saw his boyfriends’ car pull up near the curb, Roman and Patton piling out in an instant while Logan turned it off.

Thomas managed to scoot to the side before Patton shot past him, trapping Virgil in an embrace tighter than a python’s. He pulled away a moment later, frantically running his hands over Virgil. “Are you okay? Did you get attacked? Mugged? Fall?”

“I’m physically fine, Pat, don’t worry.” Virgil assured his boyfriend, grabbing his hands to stop them from patting him down for the third time in a minute. “And even if I wasn’t, I don’t think I would’ve worried.” He glanced at Logan, who was now approaching the group, keys in hand. “Three minutes? How’d you manage that, specs?”

Logan shrugged. “I hit the lights right, I suppose.”

Roman snorted. “More like ran all of them. And drove ten miles over the limit. And honked, a LOT.”

“I may have bent a few rules.” Logan said, crossing his arms. “I was concerned.”

“As we all were!” Patton added. “You forgot your phone! And then a stranger was calling, but it was you, and Logan almost didn’t pick up, what if he hadn’t picked up, Virgil?!”

“I would have tried again.” Virgil responded, gently rubbing the backs of Patton’s hands. He seemed even more stressed than he had been. “And it wasn’t like a complete stranger was calling.”

“What do you mean?” Patton asked, still distressed. Virgil nodded at Thomas, who had been quietly watching out of the way. He waved a little.

“Uh, Patton, right?” Thomas said. “You were feeding ducks in the park a few days ago?”

Patton’s eyes widened and he turned back to Virgil. “You called us on Thomas Sanders’s phone?!” At Virgil’s nod, he squealed. “You’re forgiven for worrying us.”

Thomas chuckled. “You guys are really big fans, aren’t you?”

“Patton was the,” Logan once more dug into his pocket, flipping through index cards for a few seconds before finding the proper one, “OG fan. It was not hard to persuade Roman and Virgil to join his obsession.” Logan said, nodding at each boyfriend in turn.

“Like you aren’t just as big a fan as we are.” Roman accused, sliding down next to Virgil as he did so, slinging an arm around him.

“My downfall was allowing myself to be confined to a bed with the three of you keeping me up every other night with Youtube marathons.” Logan returned.

“You can pretend to be annoyed by it but I know you can quote most of the ‘Ask the Expert’ videos from memory.”

Logan huffed. “I hate you.”

Roman poked at his shin. “No you don’t.”

“You can’t prove that.”

Roman leaned up, still holding Virgil as he managed to wrap his hand around Logan’s wrist, nodding seriously after a moment. “Ah, yes, Logan you appear to have a pulse, which means you’re in love with me. I’d apologize, but being stuck in love with one of the most handsome, breathtaking people in the world is hardly a tragedy.”

“You’re insufferable.”

Thomas laughed quietly as he stood up. “I’m going to take it that Virgil’s in good hands with his, eh, boyfriends, yeah?”

“It would be a crime for a man as captivating as Virgil to be tied to only one partner!”

Virgil groaned. “Roman, this is why I left.”

Roman released Logan’s wrist to pick up Virgil bridal style, ignoring the shriek of surprise as he started to say, sing-song, “But the gay got you anyway~” Twirling away with him towards the car while Patton giggled and followed.

Logan fondly watched them wander off before turning back to Thomas. He offered the internet celebrity a genuine if small smile. “I would like to thank you for helping out Virgil.”

Thomas shrugged it off. “Ah, it was nothing. I’m just happy he’s okay. And that he has such good boyfriends to take care of him.”

Logan nodded before putting out his hand. Thomas took it after a moment and they shook hands.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Thomas. Have a good day.”

“You too, Logan.” Thomas responded in farewell, remaining on the sidewalk as Logan climbed back into the driver’s seat and turned the car homewards.

They were halfway there when Virgil jerked upwards, out of where he had been (illegally) foregoing his seatbelt to lay on Patton’s lap.

“Something wrong, honey?” Patton asked.

“I called you guys on Thomas Sanders’s phone.” Virgil said before wildly turning to look at Patton. “That means Thomas Sanders has our phone number!”

“So?” Logan asked, glancing at the rearview mirror to see the top of Virgil’s head.

“That means Thomas Sanders could call us! Whenever he wanted!”

Roman chuckled from his position in the passenger seat. “As wondrous as that idea is, I find it doubtful to be anything more than a fantasy.”

“Roman is correct.” Logan agreed. “Thomas has absolutely no reason to contact us, and given how many fans he meets, I am fairly certain he will not even remember us that long.”

Virgil sighed and flopped back into Patton’s lap. “You’re probably right. Sure would be cool if he did though. And nerve-wracking.” He added. “Cool and nerve-wracking.”

Patton resumed running his hands through Virgil’s hair. “Well, I’m just glad we all got to meet him! Sure was the experience of a storytime!”

Logan groaned while his other boyfriends started laughing rather excessively given the pun. Focusing his attention back on the road, Logan didn’t even bother to pretend he wasn’t smiling just a little. It had been nice to meet Thomas, even if only briefly. In the end, however, he was perfectly fine with only seeing the Youtube star on the screen.

One week later, the phone rang.

Let’s just say it’s a good thing Virgil wasn’t the one to answer it.

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rogeryoubastard · 5 years

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Too Much Love Will Kill You - Part II

A/N: This is kind of a filler chapter, shorter than I would like but I’m still mainly happy with it. I hope you like it, feedback is greatly appreciated.

Series summary: Being Brian May’s best friend was easy, it was safe. Falling for Roger Tayler’s charm was also easy. No one told you how hard it was to choose between the two.

Paring: Roger Taylor x Reader (kind of), Brian May x Reader (platonic... for now)

Warnings: None that I can think of really. A lil’ angst I suppose but not really.

You shot up from the couch to follow your curly-haired friend. He had stormed off, and you were lost for an explanation. Throwing open the door you dashed down the hall in attempts of catching up to him. Up ahead you saw a door closing, it seemed to lead outside.

That was where you found him, leaned up against the back of the building. He clenched his jaw and let out a sigh. He looked just about ready to punch someone. It was a side of Brian you had rarely seen.

You thought back to sophomore year. Jake, a cute boy, had asked you out on date. He was attractive, and nice enough- so of course you said yes. You had been rambling on about it him and the date the entire day. As soon as school ended you rushed home, with Brian of course, to get ready. You wanted to look perfect. You knew it was silly, it was just a date and you were just teenagers- but you were excited nevertheless. Brian helped you pick out an outfit, though he told you that anything you wore would be fine.

Jake had told you to meet him at the diner for a bite to eat before you headed to the movies. Brian insisted on walking you there, using the excuse that it was on his way home. You knew of course that it wasn’t, but you welcomed his company. You arrived before Jake, at 5, and Brian asked if you wanted him to wait with you. You assure him that it was unnecessary and let him go on his way home. 5:15 and Jake still hadn’t shown up. You peaked around, but you were sure he wasn’t here. 5:30, there was still no sign of Jake. Your stomach gurgled, for a second you doubted him even showing up but you were too proud, or stupid, to admit it so you chalked it up to him running late and continued to wait outside. By 5:45 you were in danger of missing the movie. Perhaps Jake had forgotten about the diner and decided you meet you at the theatre instead? Whatever your thoughts were, they led you to the theatre. At 6 O’Clock the movie had started and Jake still hadn’t shown up. You knew it now, he wasn’t going to show up ever.

God you were stupid. You looked down at yourself, your cute clothing seeming dumber than ever. Tears pricked at your eyes, you couldn’t believe you had gotten your hopes up for a douche like Jake. You wanted to scream, you wanted to curl up and cry. So you ran.

You ran all the way to Brian’s place.

He opened the door to see you- masara tracks down your cheeks, puffy eyes and your once excited smile was gone. He hated to see you like this, the joy sucked out of you.

“Y/N, what happened?” His face was one of concern, in the dearest way that a best friend has. You relayed to him the painfully uneventful night. He took another look at your sad state and his usual cool persona went up in smoke. He looked like he could beat the living crap out of someone.

You chuckled at the memory, Brian had always been a protective friend. But nothing had happened to you this time, and you couldn’t think of any reason for his sudden harshness.

“Brian.” Your voice was soft and you gently reached out to touch his shoulder. He stiffened at the contact but didn’t shy away. “Brian?”

“What do you want Y/N?” He asked, agitated.

“What do I want? I want to know what’s up with you.” You asked, concerned.

“It’s nothing.” He said, avoiding eye contact.

“It sure doesn’t seem like nothing. Just tell me.” You pried.

“I told you Y/N, it’s nothing just leave it.”

“Well it didn’t seem like nothing when you stormed off out of the recording studio.”

“Well, it’s nothing.” He said through his teeth. Obviously he wasn’t going to admit anything, and though you were still curious, you dropped it.

“Okay then, well why don’t you come back with me.” You locked arms with him, a comforting thing you often did.

Brian, although he didn’t respond, gave no objections so you began to lead him to the door.

Attempting to make conversation you brought up the plans that Roger had mentioned earlier, “I heard you and the boys were going to the bar after this. Is that right?”

“Uh… yeah I guess.” His mind seemed elsewhere.

“Well I hope you don’t mind me tagging along, Roger invited me.” You noticed his jaw clench but he continued walking.

“Of course.” He muttered.

“Huh?” You had heard him, but his comment left you perplexed.

“Oh, uh... of course I won’t mind you’re my best friend.”

“Hmm.” Thankfully your awkward small talk came to an end as you arrived at the studio. From outside you could hear their faint voices in conversation. The door pushed open and you found the boys lounged about, waiting.

“There you are Brian. We’re just wrapping up now.”

Brian grunted in acknowledgement, slunk out of your touch and went to gather his stuff. Returning to your spot at the couch you sunk down in the bright cushions. Roger, who apparently had finished cleaning up, sat next to you. For a few moments you two sat in silence.

But of course Roger, who was never one for a quiet moment, decided to ask you something.

“What was up with Brian, he seemed pretty pissed.”

“I don’t know, he wouldn’t tell me.” You responded, still watching Brian.

“Hmm. Interesting.” Roger hummed.

“Very. He usually tells me everything.” You admitted.

“Hmm.” For a brief moment you both sat in silence. “If you guys are so close, why hasn’t he brought you around sooner?” He seemed genuinely curious. “I certainly wouldn’t have objected to knowing you.”

“I don’t really know. I’ve been dying to meet the band though.” You smiled at him.

“Are we everything you expected?”

“Oh yes! You’re all fantastic!” Your enthusiasm was funny to Roger- in all honesty it was quite adorable.

Your exclamation must have drawn the attention of Brian as he looked over. “Roger stop flirting and help out.” His voice was cold and measured. You assumed his statement was based off of Roger’s notorious reputation and not on the nature of your conversation. Begrudgingly, Roger got up from the couch and headed towards his drum set.

“Brian do you need any help?” You offered. It felt odd watching everyone else work while you just sat there. Though you suppose that’s what you’ve been doing the whole day.

“Not from you.” You couldn’t tell if the statement was warm or cold, somehow you felt both sentiments.

“Uh- Okay…” Brian walked away and you continued to feel out of place, “Roger, do you need any help?”

Looking up from his drum set, his bored expression changed to a bright smile “Sure!” His face seemed to light up, happy that you had seeked him out.

Walking over to the drumset you too wore a smile. “What should I do?” You asked.

“I mean just keeping me company is good enough.” He smiled at you. The idea of him wanting your company made your cheeks flush slightly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, you can sit here if you want.” He gestured towards the drum stool. You sat down, running your eyes over the view of the room- the view that Roger sees everyday. You admired the drums that sat in front of you. “So this is how you see this place.” You said, softly, partially to yourself. You realized you’d zoned out, so you turned your head back to Roger, who you’d found to be watching you- a wide smile on his face.

Rogers POV

She sat on my drum stool, looking over the room. Her eyes wandered around my drumset. Seeing her perched on the seat, my seat, felt right. She seems to appreciate the view. Her bright energy was infectious, I wanted her around all the time.

Normal POV

“Roger why are you smiling at me like that?”

His smile dropped and he looked down, his cheeks flushing lightly. Was he embarrassed? He quickly regained himself.

“Because you’re beautiful.” His vulnerable smile, which you had caught for just a moment, was replaced by a smirk. His voice was confident and smooth. Could easily bring any girl to her knees.

Part of you blushed bashfully but the other part of you laughed and jokingly slapped his arm. “Stop it!”

He laughed along, perhaps exclusively just to be able to experience laughing alongside you.

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tyrantdk · 7 years

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Would I Lie to You ch 4

In which shit hits the fan. Still NSFW & maybe triggering for blood.

“Per’a’ah!” Came a frantic scream from a woman rushing into his room. Atem bolted up in his bed, chest heaving in fright as Isis barged into his room. She was a mess. Her Kohl ran down her face in inky black trails as she cried. The healer threw herself on his bed, body shaking from sobs. “Per’a’ah! Thank all the gods you are safe!” She managed to get out.

“Isis, my friend, what is wrong? Why do you cry so?”

“I think it is best for you to dress and see for yourself. I have no words to describe such an atrocity to you.” She replied through her sobbing as she lifted herself. Isis covered her mouth as she backed out of the room. The doors closed behind her. Atem redressed quickly. His heart beat wildly in his chest as he moved. Had one of the servants been grievously wounded, or one of his advisors? Gods! What if one of his dearest sisters was hurt?!

Isis took his hand, guiding him to his sisters’ chambers. His heart stopped. Atem pushed the door open, walking into the front room. His eyes scanned the room. Blood stained the walls and décor a sickly bright red. He dropped to his knees before the cloth covered form on the floor. His hands shakily lifted the soiled cloth. Dead red eyes looked up at him. Flecks of blood covered Olufemi’s death paled face. Atem lifted her corpse into his arms, rocking his body back and forth. Tears fell freely from his eyes.

A scream of agony left his mouth. His beloved one was gone! She was gone! How?! How could she be stolen away from him so quickly?! He screamed his immediate grief. A piece of Atem’s heart died that moment. He fell silent when his throat was sore, and his voice could no longer be used. He stood. The corpse was cradled lovingly in his arms. He walked away from the room.

“Per’a’ah?” Isis murmured in a worried tone. She followed her shell shocked ruler as he wondered the palace. The denizens of the complex stopped as they saw him walking. The female servants and courtiers gasped and wailed as they laid eyes on Olufemi. Atem only stopped walking as he entered his private temple to Ra. Isis stopped in the entryway. She observed him laying the corpse on the altar.

“Isis.” Came his horse voice. “I will watch over my sister here. Please have bedding and clothing brought to me. If Usire returns, tell him I need him.”

“As you wish.” She left to do as he had bid. The other priests had already collected the clues left in the princesses’ common chamber. Kareem had left to gather the priests to prepare the princess’ body. Seto and Shada had taken it upon themselves to carry out the investigation. Olabisi had been located as well, and was under Mahado and Mana’s protective gazes. Isis stopped to have the trio sent to Atem’s side. He would need his other sister. She walked back to his chambers. Usire turned to face her. “Great Dragon, our Per’a’ah needs you. Princess Olufemi has been murdered.”

Isis screamed as Usire’s dragon form flew past her. The force of the wind pushed her to the ground. Thunder crackled with a vengeance outside as the rains came once more, pouring over the land.

Atem blinked his eyes as he woke from an unintended nap. Olabisi was curled in his arms. She slept on, trails of black kohl staining her cheeks. They were surrounded by warmth from the coils of scarlet red and black. He sighed deeply, moving to lounge against his husband’s scales. Usire shifted, his head coming to butt against Atem’s shoulder. He smiled weakly at him.

“Welcome home, my dragon. I wish it was with gladder tidings I could greet you.”

“How are you feeling, my treasure? How is our Little Joy?”

“Quiet. Joyful One has not spoken a word at all. I should send for Mahado and Mana so they can take her to safer rooms to stay in this night. I am watching over Olufemi’s body until the priests of Anubis come for her tomorrow. Please, Yugi, I need you here with me. I cannot do this alone.”

“I know, Atem. I am yours. Ra can wait until we are finished mourning one of our young ones. He will understand. I need to ensure you grieve Little Love as healthily as possible and you do not do so alone. I cannot cry in this form, my love, but our kingdom sees rain once more. I will fetch the priest and the other you mentioned. Please, rest more. I shall keep watch.”

“Thank you, Meri-I. My grief seems to have completely drained my energy. You will like Mana; she is my sister in all but blood.” Atem settled back down as Usire morphed effortlessly into his human form. Yugi’s eyes were rimmed in red, as tears fell from them. He kissed his husband chastely, needing the comfort the other’s kisses could provide. Yugi pulled a linen blanket from a folded pile, before wrapping it around him. He took another and tucked it around Olabisi.

“I shall be back shortly, my treasure. When I return, I shall make a little nest of blankets for us.” Atem’s smile was a little stronger, but still melancholy as Yugi left a lingering kiss on his cheek. He turned back to watch as his husband settled into a curled ball. He knew Atem would not go back to sleep until he was back at his side. His husband loved both his sisters far too much to allow them to be unguarded, even if it put his own health at risk.

Yugi felt the same. He had come to love the pair. His Little Love’s passing left a wound in his heart. She had been the sneaky one, often spiriting her twin and Atem away from unwanted company. Set’s thunder and lightning were her only fear. Olufemi had run to them for comfort. She refused to go to anyone else. Yugi had been charmed by her wit when she had faced down another, older princess. Her smirk of victory had been reminiscent of her older brother’s.

The palace felt dimmer without Olufemi’s light in it. It was mourning her too. Yugi could feel the emotions of the inhabitants in the air. The princesses weren’t just beloved by he and their brother. Everyone within the palace loved them. They grieved alongside their pharaoh and princess. It brought fresh tears to Yugi’s eyes, which in turn made the rain fall harder outside.

“Lord Usire, what brings you to my humble apartments?” Mahado asked as he turned in his doorway. The sight of the god-dragon had startled him.

“How safe are your apartments?”

“I have the same protective enchantments as Per’a’ah’s rooms. I thought he might want Olabisi moved somewhere safe. Come inside, my apprentice Mana and I were preparing a room for her to stay in.”

“Thank you.” Yugi walked into the rooms, taking them in. The smell of heka, herbs, and faint smoke filled the air. A brunette bounded into the main room, pausing at the sight of him. “I take it you are Mana?”

“And you’re At-I mean Per’a’ah’s husband.” She replied as she placed her fists on her hips. He grinned. There was fire in her eyes, and he could tell she was no rival for Atem. She loved him fiercely, of that there was no doubt. Her fierce love was platonic, as a friend.

“Mana!” Mahado hissed. “Show Usire the proper respect due to our dragon god!”

“It is fine, Mahado. Peace, Little Apprentice. I love my husband, and wish to return to his side quickly. If you would be so kind as to come with your master and I?” Her eyes narrowed, making the dark green turn almost black. She made an ‘after you’ motion. Yugi couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. Mahado breathed easier when he realized Mana’s bluster amused Usire.

Yugi wrapped himself around Atem when they entered the temple. Mana’s eyebrow shot up. It went even higher as her old friend returned the hold. The elder magician smiled as he lifted the sleeping princess into his arms. He had to drag his apprentice out by her ear, but that was par for the course.

“I will watch over Olufemi now.” Atem nodded as he crawled onto the nest Yugi had made. The blankets smelled like Yugi, as he had wallowed around on them. He laid in the middle, eyes slipping closed.

Yugi wrapped his arms around Atem’s sleeping form. He had fallen asleep as soon as he had laid him on their bed. Kareem, the short black haired priest, had taken the princess’ body away. The mourning period had officially begun. A small army of servants had already paused respectfully at the entrance of their bedroom, refusing to enter until Usire gave them permission. They quietly gathered all of their clothing.

It was placed before a young man, who separated the clothing. Nothing that was already dyed had been sent away. Those items were refolded and replaced in their respective chests. Yugi could only guess the servants were taking their white clothing to be dyed blue for mourning. When they were done, the group bowed lowly before their bed. As one, they backed out of the room.

He sighed softly as he untangled himself from his husband. He closed the doors and turned back to the bed. Ra sat where he had lain, running his fingers through his mate’s hair. Yugi bowed, his forehead touching the floor.

“Rise, Usire. My son shall not wake and we will not be interrupted. Did you recognize the scent on my daughter’s corpse?”

“There were two scents, one I do not recognize and the other is practically impossible to be there. A dragon was involved in some way. One with five talons like myself, if the wounds on Little Love’s chest are anything to go by. Why would they do this to Little Love? What would they have to gain by taking her life? If they wanted Atem, it would be me they would need to target. He would not marry another as long as I live.” Ra nodded, his aged red eyes heavy with grief.

“I raised my boy well in my human life. Usire, I know how deeply you love him, and I am grateful he has you at his side. However, you must tell him. You know of what I speak. Do this and I shall talk Isis into sending your progeny early.”

“I understand. He will hate me.”

“Then you do not know your husband as well as I, his father.” With those words, Ra vanished. Yugi stepped out of the room, letting the rain fall on his face. It slowly soaked his clothing and skin. His mind raced. Ra spoke true. He could not keep Atem in the dark about what he had done. His confession could turn his treasured mate against him, but he had faith in the sun god’s words. For now, he would enjoy the feel of rain against his skin and the sound of his husband’s breathing in his ears.

Atem woke later to the sight of Yugi in the rain as it poured. It was a beautiful sight to him. The other turned to him when it was clear he was awake. He went to the entry way of his balcony. Wet hands clasped his as they pulled him out into the storm. Yugi was stunning when he smiled. Atem kissed him, arms wrapping around his neck. His husband’s palms slid to his sides and held steady there.

“I have something I need to tell you, Treasure. It will not be easy for you to hear, and I fear how you will treat me after.”

“What is it you must tell me? Does it have anything to do with my Beloved One’s death?”

“No. Set did not withhold the rains. I did. I withheld the rains and caused the drought that brought you to my temple.” The words spilled from his lips quickly. Yugi squeezed his eyes shut. He was prepared for his mate’s anger. Instead, a hand cupped his face gently while Atem brought them back into the dry bedroom.

“It is alright. I understand why you do so. You were alone for so long, and I do not think I could ever understand such loneliness you felt.”

“I did not do it because I was lonely! I did it because I knew you would agree to be mine in return for the rains! I did it because I have loved you from the moment your soul; your beautiful, wonderful soul was created! I did it because I need you as any human needs air, water, and food to live!”

“Sh.” Atem stroked his face gently. “I am upset that you would deny your faithful the rains needed to live, but I am also honored. I am honored to be loved by one who would go so far for me. Why did you not come when I came of age to wed? Why did you not present yourself as a suitor?”

“You have seen this human form of mine, have you not? It is not impressive nor eye catching.”

“Yugi, my dragon, you are beautiful in either form. My eyes are always on you when you enter the room. In what ways are you not impressive? Your human eyes are like the amethyst gems we are given in tribute. Your skin is like fresh cow’s milk and as soft as a newborn babe. You are as warm as a bed warmed by hot coals. You take such wonderful care of me, and stand beside me.” Atem paused as Yugi shook his head. He pulled away from his mate.

“I am small in either form. I cannot even hold my own against my brethren guardians! I have withheld the rains to obtain my mate. I lied by omission to bind you to me. Answer me true, Atem. Would you have agreed to wed me, had you known I withheld the rains for that very reason?”

“I love you, Yugi. I would still marry you, maybe not so quickly, but I would still choose you. You are my Usire, my Yugi, my dragon. I can see how much you love me. You watch me with such ardent adoration. My heart is yours. I do not care that you are small compared to your father. You are perfectly sized for me! Yugi, you have me at your side! You do not need to hold your own against Ra’s bird and Obelisk! I am your sword and you are my shield.”

Atem lifted his arms, tears prickling at his eyes. They had already begun to trail down Yugi’s face, dripping slowly from his chin. He threw himself into his mate’s arms. They sank to the floor near the bed. He shushed his husband softly, pressing reassuring kisses to his face. The pair sat on the floor for some time.

“I am sorry, Treasure.”

“All is forgiven, my dragon. Share your burdens with me?” Yugi smiled softly as he laid his head on Atem’s shoulder.

“Do you know your father is Ra?”

“Yes. Father explained this to me before he departed this world. What does Father have to do with us?”

“I have been charged with trying to find Little Love’s killer. My ability to smell is one of the best among the gods. I caught two scents on her body. I do not know one, but the other I do. I do not know how the dragon it belongs to is involved. Ra told me to confess my sin to you as well. It comes with a brighter note, Treasure. We may be able to have our first child earlier than the end of our first year.” He smiled at the thought. “After Little Love has been laid to rest, we can try.”

“Yugi, will you explain how we will get our child again? I love Olufemi, but she would understand that I want something happy to look forward to. I do not want to cry anymore this day.”

“Alright.” Yugi pulled a blanket from their bed, having noticed subtle shivers from Atem. He wrapped them in it tightly. His inner fire soon had them curled cozily warm around each other. “Before I can perform the magic needed, we will make love. Unlike consummating our marriage, you will take me. I must have your essence inside my body. After, I will turn our bed into a nest, so do not be surprised to find pieces of our jewelry, small gold or silver objects in the blankets. I will lay the egg in my true form, which should be the size of a cat.

“Once the egg is laid, the incubation time for our child will vary. A daughter will hatch within three moon cycles and a son in five. Twin children will hatch in a random number of moon cycles. I hope we have twins.”

“If we do, how shall we decide who names them? I shall be happy even if we have one child. I hope our twins are a son and daughter. I have always wanted a daughter to name Khepri.” Yugi grinned at him.

“Then as long as we have a daughter, she will be Khepri. Our son I shall name Khonsu, so that our children are our sun and moon. Atem, would you want more than two children with me?”

“If we could, I would fill our palace with our children. I sense something in your eyes, my love.”

“I do not think we could fill the palace, as the magic takes much from me. We can try our best.” Atem kissed him passionately. Hands made to wonder over his body, but he caught them. “Treasure, I do not think it proper to make love now. I know you wish for a distraction from our grief, but I will not allow this. I will not allow our love making to become a coping mechanism for your problems or grief.”

“And if I merely wanted to feel your skin against mine?”

“I shall allow that.” Atem snuggled close, content with Yugi near him. He kissed his head. The next seventy days would be hard, but Yugi knew his mate would grieve so they could move on. His eyes flashed bright yellow as he silently vowed to find the one who killed their young.

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prompt 30, the finale:

because I love me, or if I could see me the way love sees me...

the way I unconditionally loved my cat or fell in love with the love my parents had for each other (#kandrewforlife) or the way I am loving my grandmother so fiercely to make up for lost years, if I could love myself in all these ways, I would gift myself everything. i would buy myself glitter pens and everything on my amazon wishlist or waned wishlist or etsy wishlist, just because i wanted me to have it, even if i would put it all down for a while. i would dye my hair white or get myself a white wig. i would get all the tattoos i dream of having. i would practice winged eye liner and see all the shapes my face can make and not learn to only know this one. i would take my body out of this moldy home and live with a garden and courtyard and pool and plants. i would get a new pillow so my neck wouldn't hurt, and change my sheets to something pretty and loving and soft. i would adopt an animal, maybe become codependent together. i would work on my dreams. i would live my dreams coming true. i would call my friend who i have wanted to call for so long and thank another friend for being in my life since we were two years old and even visit her in europe, where she lives. i would wash my face daily. i would order flower child every day without a care. i would get a vespa to ride away on or even a car to blast music the way we used to when we would go driving to the shore or school. i would invite my dad to come comfort me right now. i would cry in public with no shame. i would tell my heroes i love them. i would take pictures with my friends and have my friends take pictures of me. i wish my friends and family would want to take pictures of me. i would be my own muse. i would say "it's ok that you post on instagram one night begging for support and then want to avoid it fully the next day." i would continue to learn to drive so i could drive myself to the cows or for ice cream or for whatever, wherever, whenever. i would take myself on the road tripand listen to the entire beatles discography, front to back, start to finish. i would buy a new computer to have garageband and make music. i would get a singing coach and guitar and guitar teacher. i would hold myself. i would get a cuddle pillow to hold when i cry because my stuffed animals are very small and hard to hold. i would reach out first to the people i want to reach out to me. i wouldn't give up because i wouldn't want to. i would stop offering people money out of insecurity when i think i owe them my body and time. i would receive gifts and pleasure and joy as easily as i receive pain and shame and punishment. i'd orgasm more and gossip about my own shit less. i would finally buy the canvases so i can paint. i would let go of my idea of scarcity and use my journals that i deem too good for me. i would buy a printer so i can print all the kind things i've been told online. i would buy more art. i'd go to japan, italy, switzerland, france, toronto, mexico, ghana, islands, all over the world. i would build my existence day to day, morning to morning, night to night, as lucas said to. i would share my voice with the world. i would share my songs with my close friends and work on them together. i would perform my poetry and music and make a zine i would stop saying "what am i doing wrong? why does god hate me?" and say "look at what i'm doing well! look at all the things god has to love about me. that i have to love about me." i would buy the overtone colorless $30 hair conditioner. i would stop wearing bras when i can and would get the reduction so my chest wouldn't hurt. i'd probably spend the money on supplements and drink waaay more water than i do. i would act and dance the way i always wanted to. i would only perform on stages and not in my daily life and conversations or writing, nonetheless. i would try everything i wanted to and THEN decide that i don't want to do it anymore. i would jump in the creek, even naked. i would get flip flops so i don't need to wear converse all summer. i would get new converse and heely's. i wouldn't keep checking my phone or the prompt to see if i'm doing it right. i would call the people from my past that i really want to speak to and thank and apologize to. "to live life well because I love myself this much." i would give myself even one thing i wanted. to bless myself after all i have been through.

i would thank them all. thank you Bucky, Grandpa Paul, Uncle Maury, Grandpa George, Mitch, Grandma Judy, Mr. Elder, Hunter, Tim, Mr. Ricci, Ryan, Doug, Dottie, Paul, Lisa Morano, Leelah, Robin Williams, MJ, Mojojojo, Hutchyboy, Daddy Podge. None of you died for me to deserve love and I do not deserve love because I have lost you all. I deserve love for no reason at all, and you all knew that and showed me that the best you could in your owns ways. all incredibly unique. I was conditioned otherwise, because we do the best we can with the information we have at the time. But i know in my truth, it was love you were trying to show me, and love i deserve.

i have been asked to live so many lives in just this one. i am just 22 years old, although i feel like a lost child. i did run away as a kid, but was punished even though i didn't see myself as lost. clash of the cleats weekend. started our family dynamic of concern fairly young. got 16 stitches at age 3 after falling. broke my leg going down the wrong slope, dad closely behind but not close enough. i can still feel the spot it broke. ran away again at 14, first day of school. i didn't like it there or a girl i knew prior to my entry. had the cops restrain me and before that, called emergency services to stop me from dying. self harmed in so many fucking ways. bullied and beaten up. cops called at the ice skating rink. the same one that celebrities posed at. taken advantage of and expelled and ostracized. ran away again to colorado to get help because i finally wanted help. cheated on twice. lost my best friend who was there through all of it, my cat, hutch. lost my dad when things were finally getting really good. the best they'd ever been. i keep a list of all the friends who mattered so much to me before all of this happened but who haven't said anything to me, as if saying nothing and not acknowledging the pain makes it so it isn't real and the pain doesn't need to be seen or acknowledged. i don't thank them for that just yet. i am still angry. love will have me forgive myself for blaming myself for their lack of actions.

love will have me get a hammock and bask in it over a beach. love would have me get the copic markers and lawn chair and snap pea fidget toy and blue contacts and blanket and outdoor blanket and avatar comics and record player and inkbox and sea monkeys and hs "woman" lyric t shirt and devinah eyeshadow and all these things instead of begging others to see me enough to know i want all these things in life and more. love would have me stop praying for a platonic sugar daddy to give me all these things, as if i'd use the money and it'd ever be enough or something i'd feel good about. love would say, "aliya, these things will not fulfill you. you are full and filled. you can have them because you can have them. you are whole and beautiful as you are with all you are and with all you aren't. you are loved if one day you want to have stronger boundaries. you are loved if you stop smiling at the flowers. you are loved while you are breathing. you need to keep breathing. you already know you will be loved long after you stop, do not let that motivate you to leave this earth too soon, too early, before you are ready to. you know the pain that brings, you know how you miss your father. you deserve the freshest coconut juice and the most delicious fruits. you deserve home cooked meals and udon noodles. you deserve anything you fucking want in this world. you deserve to sleep and rest and you hear how tired you are. you deserve to fall in love with yourself. you deserve to be your best version of yourself. you deserve to be your favorite version of yourself. you deserve the same love you give to absolutely everyone else you love so fiercely, even though you don't think you do enough, are enough. you are enough. you need to let others love you. you need to believe them. you need to please stay alive to see the day this person, that others love so dearly, is someone you can love, too. you need to stay alive to see and remember that miracles exist, even though they didn't for your dad's recovery in this life. you need to live to see one direction reband, even if you can't tell him. he only loved them because you did and he loved you. your love for the band and all other things you love still gets to be loved and cherished by you. and how lucky they are to be so. remember to invest in yourself. i know you want to be a better friend and person to others so they can be that to you, but don't you think it's so you can be that to you, too? don't you think it has already worked? can't you see how loved you are by others? i know you can't right now. aliya, my dearest love, you NEED to stay alive because one day, when it is all safe again, everyone who loves you, who really, really loves you, will greet you like you'd be greeted in heaven, with giant hugs and all the things you love and the clouds will smile at you and ocean will kiss you hello and the birds will sing to you and the sun will shine on your face revealing every freckle of yours and heaven will be on earth. it is waiting for you. you will be ready. trust your process. you will see all those who know how to love you and it will be so grandiose and outpouring in love that you will forget all those who couldn't be there for you before. you are here now. you've arrived to your temple of peace, and you are alive to see it. aliya, i am love. i bless you with all your dreams. you will change shapes many times. you will think his death was a catalyst, you will wish he was here, you will learn he still is, you will think you only received it because he gave it to you. you will see and be so much more than you already are or know you will be. believe me on that. trust in love. trust in yourself. you are love. at your best, at you worst, you are love, forever deserving and more. i love you so. dearly, truly, forever yours, your love, aliya love."

#prompt 30 #finale #5.22.20 #never written like this before #this long #this much me-ness #so openly #bon apetit

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