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someonexsomeone · 3 months

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Bus Boy

Title: Bus Boy

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: NonSorcerer!Megumi Fushiguro x np!Reader

Summary: There's a really cute guy on your bus ride.

Authors Note: completely inspired by Laufey's "Beautiful Stranger"! okay listen listen listen I know Laufeyfest is over but I love this song sm and I'm sad I didn't put it on the official list so like just think about this as a spin-off type deal okay?

There's a really cute guy on your bus ride. Like, not just a fleeting, ‘eyes skimmed and appreciated and moved on’, but more of a ‘eyes skimmed, couldn’t comprehend what it saw, near whiplash to make sure I’m seeing what I’m seeing’ cute. He wasn’t looking at anyone near him, but the way he fluidly moved with the bus and the people around him made it clear he was more observant than his relaxed stance appeared. He was looking out the window, the sun shining just right on his face so every sharp angle was highlighted, his eyes sparkling as they watched the passing scenery. Eyelashes long enough to question if they were real or not barely fluttered as things whipped by, and didn’t move in any way to indicate he knew you were staring (which was impressive because you had been staring at him for just a tad bit too long at this point, and oh god, why won’t you look away? This has to be getting weird right?). His hair was dorky in an endearing way, spiked up in all directions, though it didn’t look like he had to use any product to get it that way. Effortless, just like the rest of him.

You were rather reluctant to come all the way out to the countryside for your summer vacation. To be completely honest, you nearly burst into tears when your parents decided you would go help out your grandparents for the summer, needing to ship you away while they went to whatever new conference they needed to attend. Plans that had been in the works for months suddenly went down the drain, and there was nothing you could do about it. You loved your grandparents, you really did, and their adorable farm on the outskirts was often a great place to get away and relive old memories. But, to be honest, there hasn’t been anything fun to do down there in years. You were older now, nearly the age where you would set out on your own adventure with all the freedoms and restrictions adulthood provided, which meant that you were much too old to be digging around in muddy creeks to look for frogs, or dressing up in ridiculous outfits to entertain your grandparents’ many friends. Both of those memories forced a shiver up your spine. If they made you reenact The Princess and the Frog again…

That was what most of the bus ride had consisted of, reliving old memories and having to physically stop your face from contorting by squeezing your hands together, until just as you were pulling into the town center, the cutest guy you had ever seen sat right across from you without warning. Your long stare was interrupted by his very being, and the way the sun haloed his head almost made you question if you were witnessing a real encounter with an angel on Earth. To be fair, you were sleep-deprived, barely managing to hop on this bus before it left the train station, bag being hastily shoved back together when it popped open from the force of your desperate attempt to get aboard. A complete mess, for lack of a better description. And here was some guy at… 5:30 am (?!?) looking like he was one wardrobe change away from walking down the runway. He definitely caught your eye, to which you hastily looked away, trying as hard as you could to will the universe into help you this one time in making the cutest guy you’ve ever seen not remember the person who made a fool of themselves by ogling at him with drool dried to the side of their face.

Now you think the universe listened a little too hard. Of all the things to really pay attention to, it had to be your wish to be forgotten by Bus Boy (Vehicle Man? Beautiful Stranger? Hot Farmer? Angel Guy? You had yet to come up with a good enough name to describe him), and not any of the other countless wishes you made before getting onto that fateful bus. You’re a little embarrassed to admit, but ever since that original meeting, you’ve been trying to get a second chance at a first impression. Any errand your grandparents needed to do, you were the first to volunteer. Grocery shopping, delivering or picking up from friends, even going as far as going back to the train station to pick up an emergency order, all to get a glimpse at your cute Bus Boy. It was even expected at this point, no one asking before dumping something in your hands with the shared bus pass placed on top. It was mortifying the teasing that came with it now, most of your family, and their friends, figuring someone was the reason why you were too excited to head into town, despite the many, many excuses you came up with to justify your actions (you were pretty proud of yourself for some of them, but, alas, your family is too romantic to want to believe anything else).

In the least creepy way possible, and with a lot of trial and error (which is also definitely not creepy), you were starting to notice a pattern in his daily routine. He rode the bus at an ungodly hour in the morning, seeming to head from the larger town to the farmland on the outskirts, getting on long before you would and a handful of stops before you, which made it difficult to see him then. In the afternoons, it seemed like he was the same type of errand boy you were, whether by choice or not you weren’t sure, but he rarely carried anything with him and it was a completely random chance that you would see him. At night, or, really, around sunset, he would be on the bus headed back towards the town, seemingly going home.

This seemingly random schedule, and the complete opposite nature of your bus routes, made it nearly as hard to avoid him as it was to see him. It seemed almost karma in nature the way he would always show up on days you weren’t feeling your best, just trying to get in and out or not bothering to put any effort into your appearance, and those instances where you were feeling great, on top of the world in confidence, he was nowhere to be seen.

Which is, of course, how you ended up here, staring (gawking) at him on the hottest day of the year. This had to be the ultimate punishment, all that complaining from the beginning of summer and the secret wish you had that something, anything, would prevent you from being forced to the outskirts of civilization topped with the fact that you’re kinda sorta stalking this guy who, let’s be real, has no clue you exist.

It was the most brutal day of your stay so far, being sent to your grandfather's close friend to help them move some things around. Easy enough, right? Wrong. It was only after you got there that they dared to tell you that they needed the entirety of their old shack emptied so they could tear it down to build a new one. Very exciting for them, a very mud-covered day for you. There wasn’t much you could do to salvage your clothes from the brunt of it, completely stiff from the dirt and grass and just years of grime that thrived in that neglected shed. One tumble involving a rusted bucket of mystery liquid destroyed your pants and shoes, and an accidental bump into a support beam sent a rain of rotten wood to really add to the whole experience. The couple was nice enough to send you back in some spare clothes so you wouldn’t dirty the bus with the worst of it, but you must have been a sight anyway because not a single person on the entire ride back had the decency to look subtly. The pants fit, thankfully, but they were bright pink and fuzzy, and the shirt was an old button-up that was nearly as ratty as the ruined clothes in the plastic bag by your foam sandal-covered feet.

To be honest, you were near tears, feeling pathetic.

And to make matters worse, Bus Boy, naturally, had to make an appearance and kill any happiness you hoped to find at the end of a grueling day. Sitting prettily, taking a break from the newspaper spread across his lap to watch the passing landscape, like some artist's wet dream. What were the odds that he was going to be on this stupid bus, far later than he ever did, passing all his usual stops, prolonging this horrible moment? You wanted to curl up into a ball, but there was also something healing about staring at this beautiful man that made breathing simultaneously easier and harder.

Now that you were looking closer, you could tell something was a little…off. What it was, you weren’t completely sure, but his usual relaxed stance was a little stiff, kind of like he was getting ready to bolt the moment the door opened. Honestly, you were surprised every time the doors opened and he remained where he was, just as tense, if not more, as the minutes passed.

Not that you were looking that closely, of course.

The one mission you had currently was to make it off the bus before he could get a good look at you. Not that you had any idea if he noticed you, before today or even right now, but the idea that maybe this could be your second first impression made you nearly jumpy as he looked. After that initial gawking session, you would only let your eyes pass briefly over his, just to make sure he wasn’t looking at you, before returning to look towards the front of the bus, willing it to go just a little faster. Of all the days to have Bus Boy ride past his usual stop, it had to be today. Your hands couldn’t sit still in your lap, one too many passes over your face has made it impossible to figure out if you just added more dirt or you were just that gross, and you had to force your leg to top bouncing because it kept nudging the bag at your feet, the crinkle of plastic booming in the nearly empty bus.

Then finally, finally, it pulled up to your stop. You were on your feet before the bus came to a complete halt, a rookie mistake as the doors always took a second longer to fully open, and, of course, Bus Boy had to be sitting right next to the exit. You bounced on the balls of your feet, the longest 4 seconds of your life. You couldn’t help it, casting one last look at the boy you had tried so hard to ignore all ride. And, to your horror, he was looking right back at you, stunning you into near rigor mortis.

Cute? What was I thinking? This guy is gorgeous!

“I-” his soft voice started (of course he had to have a nice voice too, are you freaking kidding me-), but you didn’t look up, forcing your way through the door the second they were wide enough, calling out a thank you to the driver over your shoulder, practically sprinting down the hill to your temporary residence. You were absolutely mortified.

Megumi watched you bolt with wide eyes, a blush creeping up his cheeks. He slapped a hand over his mouth, hiding his expression from anyone who dared to look over at him. It was the only thing he could do to stop them from shaking.

It was how Yuuji and Nobara found him three stops later, his legs nearly jelly as they pushed himself off the bus and into the darkening evening. His tight grip on the wad of newspapers he brought was nearly humorous.

“Woah! What’s up with you?” Yuuji called, jogging up to meet him. He was carrying a bag bursting with snacks under his arm, bounding up to him in anticipation of the star gazing the three were going to do tonight. Nobara leisurely strolled up beside him, arms gently carrying a blanket Megumi recognized as Yuuji’s. Megumi shook his head once, twice, trying to snap himself out of the spell you had cast on him, instead taking a second look at the now obvious women’s bag his friend was carrying.

“What’s with the bag?”

“Oh! Nobara was complaining about her shoulder acting up again, so I offered to carry it for her.” Megumi side-eyed his other friend, who was skillfully dodging his gaze in favor of examining her nails. It’s more than three months now since Nobara injured her shoulder helping our Yuuji and his older brother Sukuna reinforce a collapsing wall in their house (she was excellent with a toolbox, though it was rare for her to do any of the actual dirty work), a minor injury that didn’t even have her hospitalized, but every once in a while her shoulder will mysteriously ‘act up’ and Yuuji, who was horrified that his friend was injured in any capacity helping him, immediately is at her beck and call. “Gojo and the rest say hi, by the way. We passed each other on my way out, and he wanted me to bring you this.” Megumi rolled his eyes at the condom deposited in his hand.

“What an idiot.”

“He really is. Did he seriously think you’d have the courage to ask even though you’ve been creeping on them all summer without a word?” Megumi swung out his elbow, but Nobara simply sidestepped, putting Yuuji between the two of them.

“Shut up.”

“What, was your beautiful angel even more breathtaking today that you couldn’t ask them to come?” Nobara teased. Yuuji laughed, jostling Megumi to match the goofy atmosphere. After all, it wasn’t every day that their cool and collected friend looked as vulnerable as he felt.

Megumi hesitated, recalling immediately the adorable shyness you displayed today, something he hadn’t seen since that first night he saw you. Your face was covered in dirt, obviously exhausted, and in clothes that were definitely not yours. He easily remembered your flushed face as you made eye contact, the longest he’d had the pleasure to hold. He felt a pleasant shiver run up his spine.

“Yeah. Something like that,” he mumbled, his cheeks flaming bright pink. His companions didn’t give him a moment of peace, hounding him immediately for his more than obvious crush. Megumi rolled his eyes at them, chucking the unneeded (but not unwanted) condom in the trash as he ushered them to start their climb up the hill.

Next time, he thought, falling into step with his laughing friends. Next time, he’ll pluck up the courage to finally ask you to hang out outside your near-daily bus rides. And, while he’s at it, tell you just how beautiful you are.

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midnightcrw · 8 months

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Revenge

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: A raging fire within the small confines of a room

a/n: Please excuse my bad writing. The pov might be a bit confusing for this one since it's from Aemond’s and fem!reader's perspective

The One-Eyed Prince was sitting in front of a fire, planning, strategizing, and pondering. When he heard the door open, he didn't flinch or turn, but instead asked, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" in a cool tone. Aemond questioned as he contemplated ways to kill the one that maimed him all those years ago.

"Husband, it would be the best if you slept now. You have been awake for hours," You said quietly to Aemond. It had been three months since your marriage and you knew that when he was staying up late, it usually always meant that something occupied his mind.

Aemond did not respond, still focused on the flame before him as he slowly turned his head towards his wife. His purple and milky white eye looked her up and down before he responded, “I am not tired, not tonight, I fear I will not be able to sleep."

You looked at him, knowing that there was more behind it, to why he was staying up. After he had looked back to the flames, you slowly made your way over to your husband and sat down next to him.

Knowing Aemond, he was probably planning something, whether it was a good plan or not was never certain. Carefully you touched his hair, not wanting to disturb his thoughts just yet. His hair was always well taken care of, beautifully white and long. It had been about three hours now and everyone was asleep. Even you had slept until you woke up and found the side of the bed next to yours empty. "Then I'll just stay up with you," you retorted.

The prince sighed, looking back to the flame before him and then at his wife, “You should go back to sleep, my dear, your beauty is already without rivals, why drain it any further?”

Aemond spoke with a hint of annoyance in his voice, he wanted time to himself and to his thoughts, but he could see the tired eyes upon his wife, “What is it you wish to speak about?” Aemond asked once more with a sigh, perhaps it was best for him to just indulge in her company for a moment.

You kissed his cheek gently, letting the kiss linger, knowing that he probably needed a little affection since he had awakened so suddenly in the middle of the night. "I just got worried and knowing you, you're probably planning onto something which has occupied your mind," you spoke softly, still whispering, your hands stayed in his hair.

Aemond allowed the kiss to linger on his pale cheek for a few moments before took his wife in his arms and pulled her close to him. For a second, Aemond had almost forgotten the reason behind his sleepless night. His wife’s voice had been soothing, just the sound of it alone could bring anyone back to reality.

“You are right, my love, I do have plans, and those plans do keep me up at night.” Aemond sighed, “But I do not need you to know of them.” The One-Eyed Prince replied, his words almost seemed a tad cruel.

A frown creased your face, knowing that it would be difficult to pry his thoughts out of him. You just wanted to help him, not leave him all alone. "I know, dear husband," a sigh left your parted lips, "but I know just as well that it isn't good for you to bottle up all your feelings," your words were quiet, but they were a bit stern now.

Aemond’s face still stared at the flame, his own eye seemed to be as dark as coal, they were lifeless, he felt lifeless.

“I don’t want to talk about it, beloved. What do you not understand about that?” Aemond said in a harsh tone, his eye still staring into the embers of the fire, still focused on the burning flame.

The One-Eyed Prince let go of his wife and picked up the glass of wine on the table beside him and took a swig from it.

You sighed, having never liked liquor. Liquor made people different, it made them even worse than they already were. One of those people would be Aegon. But you kept quiet, knowing that Aemond wasn't the type to indulge himself too much into liquor. He always wanted to be as conscious as possible, not wanting to be swayed by anything else other than his own complete self.

Once he took a swig from it, Aemond leaned back again and you rested your forehead on his shoulder "I understand, Aemond, I understand you very well. But I just want you at ease, because everything that we do, could lead to something horrible. Your family is already split into two, and making rash decisions out of pure desire isn't the best thing to act on"

Aemond felt a pang of guilt within himself the second she laid her head on his shoulder, he was aware of his wife's concern for him. Aemond had not felt this way before, so many feelings came over him, feelings that he had long forgotten.

"My family is split in two, but my father has already made it clear. He favors my brother in every way shape and form..." Aemond spoke, his tone still harsh and sharp, still angered by how his father had treated him.

"Aegon is not a good choice as the king, but there is nothing we can do about it now. Knowing you, though, there is must be another reason for you to stay up so late... perhaps because of one of your nephews?" As you asked this question, you spoke carefully, not wanting him to react overly angry. It was no secret that he didn't like his nephews, especially Lucerys.

After all, he had taken Aemond's eye, and Aemond still felt pain on the left side of his face.

You'd only met Lucerys a couple of times, and even though you didn't know him well, you still felt a bit of contempt towards him, since Aemond was the one who lost something so precious.

Aemond was somewhat surprised by how she could have deduced his thoughts so accurately, then again she was his wife. Maybe she was more perceptive then Aemond gave her credit for.

"You would be right, my dear." Aemond agreed, he and his nephews definitely had a less than perfect relationship, a relationship based on pure, unadulterated hatred.

"Lucerys and I are going to have some words together, one day soon." The One-Eyed Prince said with an almost sinister tone to his voice.

You knew that this was going to happen one day, but hearing him say it, just confirmed that he probably wanted to go after Lucerys.

"Husband, please don't act so irrational," you pleaded softly as you looked into his eye. You couldn't let him do something bad, knowing that it would drive his family even more apart.

Aemond’s face almost seemed shocked when his wife spoke those words to him, he turned his gaze towards her, his expression still stern and cold as ice on a winter day.

“In this situation, there is no such thing as irrational, the boy took my eye, if anything, he got off on the easy side.” Aemond explained, still annoyed by the subject, all these years had passed and the fact that he still felt so wronged made his blood boil.

You nod slightly as you kissed his eyepatch while holding his face in your hands. "I know, Aemond. What he did, what your nephews and nieces did, was horrible. It is gruesome that your family didn't even care as much as to let it all be forgotten. But I'm just saying that you should be careful, I don't want a war to start, not so soon," you pleaded with him as your hand went to hold his tightly, wanting him to understand.

Aemond smiled when he felt those soft lips against his eyepatch, that act alone could sooth his fury. Still, he was determined to have his revenge.

“You should know that I do not intend to start a war, dear wife, but my nephew and I are going to have a civil discussion about his mistake…” Aemond said in a threatening tone.

You nodded yet again as you laid your head on his chest, right above his heart. "I understand..." you whispered as you stroked his hand, not wanting for him to proceed with his plan, but you already knew that he had made up his mind.

Aemond hugged his wife, it must have been hard for her living with a man as angry as him. A husband who always seemed to have a chip on his shoulder. A husband who didn’t even like his own nephews. A man who still held a grudge against one member in particular, it must be a tough life, but Aemond loved her. She had been there at his lowest and he still felt so attached to her, so in love with her.

His wife's head rested upon his chest and he felt her breath on him, a comforting feeling.

"Let's get to bed now," already having been up way too long and wanting for you and himself to rest a bit.

The prince nodded, rising from his seat and offering his hand to his wife to help her out of the chair.

Aemond took her hand and led her to their chambers. The prince looked as if he had not slept since the night of their wedding, the fire and his own thoughts had not done him any good.

Once they made it to the bedroom, Aemond let go of her hand and entered the room. He walked towards the bed and took a seat at the edge, waiting eagerly for his wife to join him.

You joined him on the bed and put your arms around him. Having him around you made it easier to rest comfortably.

Aemond felt the warmth of his wife’s arms around him, pulling her even closer to him, her soft and delicate skin making him shiver. His one eye shut as he rested his head onto her shoulder. Soon enough, his eye would start to grow heavy, and he’d fall into a deep and restful sleep.

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kayetra-spade-queen · 14 days

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What I see

What better way to start the story of this silly team?

A ship story, obviously.

What ship? Benrex, duh-

Rex had been working a lot for the past week.

The amount of times he'd been called into duty for missions is honestly astounding, it's a bit concerning.

One particular person was especially worried about the human EVO man.

"You've been working a lot lately." That was the first thing the designer of Omnique Rosula as he sat in front of him in the living space.

"H-huh? Oh, yeah. Techno-based missions are increasing lately, mixed with the need to bash some heads. But it's nothing that I can't handle." The EVO replied, seemingly noticed the worried tone of his partner.

Even with the reply, it didn't sit right with the anodite hybrid. They've been together for so long now, it didn't take even a second for him to notice that Rex was really worn out.

"You should take a break. If there's any similar missions like this, I'll take over the Overview department for a while. Kim and Danny sometimes forgot that we had other variety of attendants in the departments, and assigned members didn't have to be in the fixed amount on 3 people at the first round."

"It's fine, really! I'm sorry if I worry you, but I'm really okay. I'll be fine for the next couple of missions, I swear."

The wielder of the Omnitrix let out an annoyed yet had the tad bit of worry huff at his EVO fiance. His mother instincts would've said to force him to stay put for a while until he was sure he'll be fine for the next missions he'll be assigned to, but he held back.

The EVO could only slightly sweatdrop at his fiance. He is well aware that the wielder of the Omnitrix and the well known fashion designer in France didn't seem pleased with his reply, yet still decided to just let it be for now, at least until he could convinced him.

But oh boy how he failed. Quickly, and miserably.

It was after a mission that involves spiritualism, technology, and boat load of fighting some rogue spirits. Danny did his best to shield the team, while Rex fought the spirits like some wolf who hadn't eaten in years, and June was trying to keep everyone healed up as everything they do drains them fairly quickly.

When they got back though (with bandages and some parts of their bodies glows in pink), Jake had this particularly grim look with a mix of pity on his face when he looked at Rex.

"Your fiance want to talk to you after you get proper treatment and rest. He and Randy are on their way, I'm just here to give you a warning before I go back to the Magical World for a quick emergency call." Those are the only things the dragon hybrid said before he went off to his pearl keeping duty at the Magical World.

He is screwed, he thought. And he wasn't wrong, not by the slightest.

The entire time everyone got treated, it was dead silent. The silence is so intimidating, no one else could even say a word.

Ben, however, kept with his stoic and unreadable expression on his face, which didn't really help the EVO in the slightest.

After a while, everyone who was involved in the mission was now subjected into the 'Off Site' status until their more serious wounds healed up. They were put into their own bedrooms in the base.

For Rex, he shared a room with Ben, even sleep on the same bed together on many occasions when they couldn't make it back home. So Ben frequently went in and out of the room for either take something, or by extent of this situation, taking care of Rex.

There's nothing going on really, just the occasional questions of how he's feeling or does he needed anything. But Rex just feels not so good altogether, and not for the normal reasons. Ben's expression couldn't be even more unreadable than ever, and Rex is getting even more nervous by the second.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, I am not."

"... But you really looked like you're angry..."

"I'm not angry, I'm just... Upset."

"Upset I couldn't keep myself away from too many bruises better?"

"Upset that things have to take this turn. You really could've died if it weren't for Fenton's shield and Lee's constant healing."

A moment of silence.

"Sorry..."

"There's nothing for you to apologize about. You did the best you could, although I would've preferred something else. As long as you're here, safe and sound, that's more than enough for me."

"I'll be careful next time, promise."

"You better be. You really know how to make me worry so much, you know that?"

"I would've said the same thing to you back then, too, way back, in fact."

"Hush, let's not talk about that. Just get some rest, alright?"

"Sí, mi amor." The EVO said to his fiance with a playful yet sweet grin.

He could hear the soft tone of relief as his alien-hybrid fiance sighed, the tone where he's just glad he's with him. He did expect scolding, and it did came down to it (or at least something close), but in the end, it was only that the sounds of worry and fear, and the aftertaste of relief that everything didn't went progressively bad.

"Yeah, it turns out just some heart-to-heart conversation between a couple. Nothing to worry about." Said the ghost king who was on call with the American dragon who was still away.

["Well, I guess that's good to hear. I did feel worried when Tennyson said that he wanted to talk to Salazar after you guys returned."]

"Hmm... I think I should do some rearranging for the next couple of missions and commissions. I'm more than sure Tennyson is gonna terrorize me if I assigned his dear husband-to-be in the next technology-combat-based mission again."

["That would do everyone good if you ask me."]

"Yeah... I'm pretty sure no one wanted to go through that. The silence is so suffocating, it could probably cut an entire building."

["I could imagine. Anyways, I should hang up now, gotta go back to work."]

"Oh yeah, sure. Take care."

["See ya, Danny."]

Beep

"I really screwed up, haven't I?" The ghost king sighed as he put his phone to the bedside table before going back to his bed to get rest before either of his medical-attendant friends are gonna burst through his room and terrorized him into resting.

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cerealboxlore · 11 months

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Okay so I have a headcanon that captain marvel have gold in his blood

In greek mythology the gods bleed golden ichor and captain marvel is basically a God or at least half god

so that stands to reason that half his blood is gold or at least has some golden flacks in his blood stream

I could totally see some greedy supervillain trying to exploit the $h!t out of this, someone like penguin, Lex Luther, Dr. Silvana or basically anybody who has a lust for wealth and power and the bragging rights of I made the great captain marvel bleed and make a profit off it

There is so much art potential in this idea, it's just

Beautiful.

Yes, Captain Marvel may be injured and suffering in agony, but think of the art 🎨 the poetic tragedy in a mortal (somewhat) man bleeding the divine blood of the gods.

I think this idea is so cool!! I love the little inhuman traits being added onto Captain Marvel for some subtle horror and magic effects for the audience, like; not needing to breath, not needing to blink or sleep, doesn't need to eat, and now, bleeds gold. Someone out there in the DC universe is calling Captain Marvel a SCP, I just know it.

And yes!!! I can absolutely see a supervillain trying to take advantage of this info once they know it!! A man who bleeds gold is akin to finding a goose who lays golden eggs, once you find one, you won't just let him go. Although, there aren't much people who can make him bleed in the first place, so that part of their plan is a tad bit tricky.

Penguin, yeah he would want the wealth that comes with Captain Marvel's blood, but I'm not sure how he would try to make him bleed. Perhaps a team up with a magical/mystical villain? Lady Blaze, maybe. That'd be an interesting team up. Or if batman has a vampire themed villain, that could work even better. I'd like to see how that could go down, especially if it means Captain Marvel gets captured for ransom in Gothom with Batman and batfam trying to find out where he is before all his blood gets magically drained out of him.

Dr. Sivana is an obvious choice, and I am here for it. He would be one of the few people who knows that Captain Marvel bleeds gold, and as a mad scientist who ventures into the dangerous depths of magic from time to time, he would find a way to make the Champion of Magic bleed, whatever it took. If his blood is magical, then Dr. Sivana could be doing this to steal some of the Champion's power for himself or his weapons.

Lex Luthor on the other hand, oh gosh golly. This man would learn that Captain Marvel bleeds gold and 1000% take advantage of it. Not because he needs or wants the golden blood of a magical champion, but because he can.

Adding onto this, you know in Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, how "Father" would turn his blood into a philosopher stone? Maybe that's how Captain Marvel's golden blood works. Or maybe it's not just gold that comes from his magical blood, but he can create other minerals from it as well.

Other minerals that aren't so easy to find.

Minerals such as....Kryptonite.

Lex Luthor would definitely want to make the Captain bleed if it meant a larger and more steady supply of Kryptonite, and also manipulating the friendly relationship between Superman and Captain Marvel (like in the episode, The Clash, of Justice League Unlimited).

I had so much fun talking about this idea of yours! Feel free to tell me more about it and others you want to talk about!

#This was such a lovely ask #tysm mwah #I had a blast answering this ask!#Bleeding gold is such a wicked art prompt!#I want to draw this so bad #billy batson #dc captain marvel #shazam #the penguin #dr sivana #lex luthor #kryptonite #Superman #If you see spelling errors #No you don't :D #Aak me anything!#Feel free to add on more to this

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davincsoo · 2 years

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Vegaspete + Vegas wants to celebrate an anniversary but the fucking mission he's on gets in the way (vegasandhishedgehog)

Wow, so this turned out much longer than I was intending, um, lmao. Not sure if it is exactly what you were expecting, but I still hope that it's a good read! Feel free to make comments on it, I am no opposed to critisism :D

Little fic info:

Words: 2751 Contains some fluff, some spicy scenes, (I don't know how to label this really lmao). Warnings: Mild smut, language, tad bit of old vegas pokes through.

This fic doesn't have a name, because I suck at names. So. LMAO

(Had to shove it all under a read more tab because it was so long lmao)

"Where do you want to go?" Vegas had let the question escape his mouth in a whisper against Pete's neck, just under his ear lobe. It was his favorite place to place his lips, and he definitely noticed how sensitive the skin was there for Pete. "Name the place, and I will take you there."

Pete and Vegas had been sharing a bath for quite sometime now, having to refill it twice so far because the water had gotten cold. Pete had been nestled in between Vegas's legs, back resting against his chest. "What's the occasion?" he asks as his eyes started to become droopy.

"You didn't think that I would forget, did you?" The tone in his voice was playfully hurt, something that Pete noticed, and clicked his tongue at. "I've been working hard in order to request time off for this."

The 'this' in which he speaks of is the anniversary of the day Pete forgave and accepted his feelings for him. It may be such a trivial thing to celebrate, but for Vegas, it meant the world.

"You hadn't been home in weeks, but to sleep and shower," Pete defends. He leans his head back against Vegas's shoulder, and tilts his head slightly to look at him. "I wasn't thinking much of anything other than neglect."

Vegas frowned. "It was the only way Porsche would let me take the time off. That guy has been a pain in my ass over it."

"That's my best friend that you are bad mouthing right now," Pete warns.

"And you know that I am right," he answers calmly.

Pete didn't respond, and lifted his head back up to look at the slowly disappearing bubbles. For a while, they sat in silence, neither of them uttering a word. It wasn't until Pete drained the tub for the last time that anything was said. "I want to go to the beach," he answers finally. "Before it starts to get cold. I want to go to the beach."

"The beach it is."

A few days later, the two of them arrive at a privately owned beach, one of which is owned through a friend of Vegas's. He had chosen this specifically for the sights, and how sealed off it was from outsiders. Not only that, but it had a cove that Vegas was most interested in Pete seeing, and maybe even having a picnic at.

"Wow," comes Pete, astonished by the sights that he was seeing. He looked at the two story beach house in awe at how large it was. "Are you sure that it's okay that we can stay here? Seems like we should be paying to stay here."

"My friend owes me the favor," he tells him, with a pleased smile at how happy Pete looked. "So as long as we clean up after ourselves, and don't break anything, I don't owe him anything."

"I want to have a look inside!" shouts a very excited Pete as runs up the steps, and into the house.

Vegas stood there for a few seconds, taking in the sights, and just thinking about how needed this will be for the both of them.

Later that night after dinner, Pete poked at Vegas until he finally agreed to going out back to sit in the hot tub. The nights had been starting to get cooler, so it made it the best time for a dip. "What are you doing, Pete?" questions Vegas as he watches the other slide his trunks down over his hips, letting them fall to his feet, and then kicking them out of the way.

"What do you mean by, 'What are you doing?'" he responds with another question.

Vegas watches as Pete plays innocent all the way inside the hot tub, and submerges half of himself in the steamy water. What an evil little shit, he thought to himself. "You know that I can't control myself when you act this way," he lightly warns, following Pete's lead by ridding himself of his own trunks. He then heads over to the hot tub himself, and takes the spot beside Pete.

"I have absolutely not a single clue as to what you could possibly be talking about," Pete says, continuing on with this act that he is doing. "I'm just letting the warmth of this hot tub reach every inch of me. What could be so wrong with that?"

Vegas had enough of this little game Pete was playing. He couldn't take the teasing any longer, and Pete knew that. Vegas grabbed Pete by the waist, and then lifted him onto his lap. This had Pete grinning in satisfaction, but not for long. He slid his hands from Pete's waist up along his back, toward his neck, and pulled his head down to capture his lips with his own. The little muffled moan didn't go unnoticed, and neither did the attempt at grinding himself against Vegas. Before Vegas could respond, however, he could hear his cell phone ringing from inside the house.

"Ignore that," Vegas tells Pete, who seemed to have had peeked interest at the fact that someone was calling this late. He focused his attention back on Pete, moving his lips along the other's jaw line, dragging his tongue along his skin.

The phone continues to ring, and Pete pulls away from him annoyed.

"You either go and answer that, or I will put a bullet in it."

Finding it best not to argue with him, Vegas brings himself out of the hot tub, grabbing the towel he brought out to use as he heads back inside. Carefully walking his way through the kitchen, he grabs his phone from the kitchen table, answering it with a sigh. "It hasn't even been a full twenty-four hours yet," he complains. "What could you possibly want from me right now?"

On the other end of the phone is Porsche, who seemed apologetic, but not enough to hang up the phone call. "I know I promised you a full twenty-four hours before I would order you to continue on with this job, but it turns out that they are moving out tonight. I need you at the drop sight before dawn, before they get there. I've sent some guys down there to assist you in your cover, they will arrive around the same time that you do."

"Porsche, I have plans set for Pete and I all day, you can't expect me to just ditch him..."

"This wouldn't be the first time you've hurt his feelings, and it won't be the last. Before dawn, Vegas. Lord help you if you fuck this up."

The line went dead, and Vegas had to refrain from throwing his phone. "Just one fucking week," he says through clenched teeth. "One fucking worry free week, and he can't even give me that!"

The following afternoon after convincing the buyer that he needed time to think, he was in the kitchen cooking lunch for Pete who had been still sleeping. Before they had gone to bed, Vegas had explained the circumstances of this trip, and tried his damnedest for Pete to understand, as well as forgive him for partially deceiving him. Pete said that he understood, but Vegas knew that he was in a deep shit with him.

In the midst of finishing placing everything on the table, Pete finally makes an appearance, although very sluggishly. "It smells good," he tells him with a tad bit of a groggy voice. "When did you get in?"

Vegas places the last dish on the table and urges Pete to have a seat. "Not too long ago," he answers, and takes a seat himself. "I would have woken you, but you looked like you needed the rest, so I left you sleeping."

"Leaving someone to fend for themselves will do that," he answers with an attitude, one that he quickly apologises for. "Sorry... That wasn't fair for me to say."

"It's valid though, and I'm sorry too."

They both end up eating in silence. Not one looked up at the other, and neither one spoke a word. The only sounds you could hear with the scraping of forks and spoons against plates. Vegas would steal a few glances at Pete, watching as he complimented it with each bite that he took. It was cute, how even though Pete was clearly upset with him, he still managed to make him smile in the smallest of ways.

"There is a festival happening in town," Vegas begins carefully, breaking the silence as they both had finished eating. Pete was cleaning up the table as Vegas watched, something he often did because he just looked so damn attractive while he was cleaning. "Not sure for what, but my friend said that they are really fun, so I was thinking that we should go..."

Pete just shrugged, and began to fill the sink up with soap and water. Vegas sighed heavily, and got up from his seat. He hated when Pete was mad at him, but he just couldn't stand when Pete wouldn't engage in conversation with him. "Pete..." he pouts as he comes up behind the other and wraps his arms around his waist. "Don't be like this. You know that this vacation is all about me and you."

"And the job that Porsche sent you here to do, right?"

"Ouch," Vegas mumbles.

Pete turns around in Vegas's arms, and brings his arms around to hug him. "I'm sorry," he tells him again. "I guess I'm just upset that you weren't just honest with me from the start, instead if finding all of this out while trying to actually spend a decent night with you."

"I know, and you're right. I should have told you about the job that I was sent here to do before we even left."

"I just said that," teases Pete, and he yelps when Vegas moves his hands down to dig his fingers into Pete's ass.

"You really like trying me, don't you?" When Pete doesn't answer, Vegas moves his hands from Pete's ass to inside his pants, and then slides one of them in between the both of them. It was the gripping of something else, and the motion in which Vegas was moving his hand that caused a whole different noise to leave Pete's throat. "You've been awfully daring with that mouth of yours lately."

"Stop giving me a reason to be," Pete breathes out, only to find his hips jerking forward on their own accord when Vegas begins to work his hand all too well.

"See," he whispers into his ear, his lips brushing against Pete's ear lobe. "There you go again, thinking that you can just say anything without repercussions."

Pete swallowed hard, and attempted to hold back another moan, but it was useless with Vegas rubbing the pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock. It made him weak, it made him crumble, the things his fingers could do to him. Pete's legs began to buckle beneath him, and Vegas was quick to pin him back against the sink.

"Vegas," he whispers, his head falling back, and his eyes shutting. Vegas places a kiss to Pete's exposed neck, giving him a few licks and nips as he does so. He looks up at the other, watching as Pete unravels at his touch.

Then again, like clock work it seemed, Vegas's phone rang. "Don't," Pete forces out. "Don't you fucking dare."

He didn't want to, god did he not want to. If he didn't answer the phone, Porsche would kill him. "I'm sorry," he says softly, and retracts his hand from Pete's pants. He pulls away from him, only to have his hard sink at the sight of Pete falling to the floor, hard, and pissed off. Vegas takes his phone from his pocket and answers it. "Yes?"

As Vegas spoke with Porsche, Pete sat up against the cabinet beneath the sink, chest heaving, and his eyes shooting daggers up at him. When Vegas finishes the call with Porsche, Pete looks at him for a few moments before finally getting up from the floor. Not sparing him even a glance, Pete walks past Vegas to exit the kitchen.

"Where are you going, Pete?"

"To go take a shower and finish what your ass fucking started."

The following day, Vegas was determined to spend all his time with Pete, even if it killed him, which it still might. He started the day off by pampering Pete in various ways, as an apology for being the world's greatest asshole on a vacation. He drew him a bath with smelling salts and bubbles. He then lit a safe amount of candles around the tub in order to set a relaxing mood.

After the bath, Vegas gave Pete a massage, which he found that was well needed after all the knots that he had found. "Am I hurting you?" he had asked him, referring to the pained noises coming from him. To which he responded, "Yes, but it hurts so fucking good, so don't stop." This made him laugh, and then he just continued on with it.

He then topped it off with a nice breakfast poolside as they watched the sun come up. They sat side by side at first, but then Pete eventually ended up sitting on Vegas's lap, complaining that the wind was far too chilly to be sitting alone.

Now Vegas was in the car waiting for Pete to finish packing the picnic basket. "You've done so much for me this morning, let me take care of lunch," Pete had told him while they were putting together beach bags. Vegas didn't argue, mostly because he really didn't want to make Pete angry again, but also because it didn't matter to him who it was that made the lunch, he just wanted today to go perfectly.

"Hey," comes Pete's voice as he get into the passenger's seat, and shuts the car door. "Are you alright?"

"Hm?" responds Vegas, having not been paying attention. "Oh, yeah, yeah. I was just lost in thought."

"If it was involving that job again..."

"No, no! It wasn't. I was just thinking about you, and wanting today to go as planned is all."

Pete, although skeptically, just flashes him a smile, and pats his thigh. "Relax, I'm just teasing." He tugs on his seat belt and fastens it, and then makes sure that it's secure. "Where are we going today anyways?

Vegas shook his head. "I'm not telling you because it is a surprise."

"Vegas!" Pete ran excitedly, dragging him through the small man-made path to the little cove that he had wanted Pete to see. "Look at this view! Look at it!"

"I see it, I see it," Vegas responds, laughing lightly at how enthusiastic Pete was at the sight before them.

Pete let go of Vegas, and ran across the sand, surprising even himself that he didn't fall flat on his face. "Wow," he gasps, looking out at the crystal clear blue water. He dropped his beach bag beside him, and slid out of his flip flops. He instantly heads into the water, and bends over slightly to look at his feet under the water. The entire sight of it all: Pete kicking one foot back and forth to see if the water changed color from the sand being moved, and then gasping in awe that it remained its clear blue color, just the kid in him showing made his heart flutter.

He was reminded because of it, just how much he loves Pete, and why he fell in love with him. Despite everything he has put him through, and how much pain he has caused him, he still manages to let it go, and still love him anyways.

He looked down at the pocket of his trunks as his phone rang, and groaned. He looked back up at Pete, who had also heard the phone ring, and pulled the phone from his pocket. He looks back down at his phone, his eyes lingering on Porsche's name coming across the screen, and decides that he'd rather deal with a pissed off Porsche, than hurt Pete again. So he turns his phone off, and drops it into his own bag. He was going to spend an entire day with Pete with no interruptions, and his life, more so his job, was just going to have to wait.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #pete #vegas #petevegas #vegaspete #vegas and pete #pete and vegas #davi writes #replies #asks #fic reqs #fiddlepickdouglas

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loudlypanickinginvenezolano · 1 year

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I am a Sucker [For you.]

I just need somebody to make sure he is all right, someone to know, to check subtly without getting anyone alarmed or making things worse. I don’t think just anyone can.”

“That`s a bold statement. Many would have your head for it.”

Shadow arched an eyebrow, giving a smile that wasn’t a smile. “I don’t care, Espio. I could care less if it is politically incorrect or if it hurts somebody`s sensibilities, It doesn’t make it any less true. I think you know it”

“Whoever thought that letting you be one of ours spokespersons would be a good idea really needs their head checked.”

“Maybe so. But I know I’m right, so what is there for me to be afraid of, uh? If a direct approach or a subtle one doesn’t make any progress then what other option there truly is? Because I can’t see other one. Do I have to let him self-destruct right in front of us? I pass. I can’t let that happen. And if I can’t be that person, I need to know there is someone in the known, looking out for him. i… want to…to not distrust you, to, to believe you can be that person I can’t be anymore.”

“Very well. Just. Stop. Im starting to get stomach sick. Ahh, I do admit you have a bit of sense. Just a bit, though, don’t rub it.”

“So you will help?”

“Will you let me drink my tea in peace if I say no? of course I will. ”He took a sip, and grimaced. It was long gone cold. “Sonic is also my friend, you know?”

“I do.” Shadow finally relaxed completely on his chair, tension bleeding out so obviously Espio couldn’t help but sigh.

“You are into something problematic, aren’t you?”

The sad stare he got answered everything.

Espio breathed in deeply and slowly, staring into his cup before draining it entirety, snorting to himself at the text at the bottom of the cup. He left it aside, reaching up to offer a hand to Shadow. “You know that you can count on me when you need it, Shadow. Anytime. I care for my friends.”

The ebony took it, softly pressing his forehead into it. He didn’t say or do anything else, and neither did Espio. They stood in silence, letting it speak for them.

``I don’t think your promise will held out when shit hits the fan`` Shadow thought, swallowing. ``But hell if I don’t wish to lie to myself, and believe you will be there.``

Espio took his hand back, and was about to say something when the unexpected appearance of a cat startled him into almost biting his tongue.

The feline jumped in from the window, sashaying its way inside calmly enough to envy.

“You also should be going to sleep, you know?” The dark hero squinted. “Its late, and, if a single cat is enough to get you in this state, maybe the better would be for you to go rest, Espio.”

“…Are you…Uh. You do remember you picked one of the highest, advantageous point’s available, right?”

“…and your point is?”

“…It shouldn’t be possible for a simple cat to just casually jump here. I would know, I checked that!”

“Well, but. Uh. Maybe you missed something?”

“Are you doubting me?”

“oh no, nothing like that. I just.” He shrugged, again, dragging a hand through his face. He was too tired to be eloquent. “She has come by many times already, look, she even has a spot and water and shit. I am used to seeing her here, so, If you say it is hard and high, then how comes she gets here so casually, as you say, every other night? Maybe…I don’t know. there`s a way. Maybe she just grew here, and knows this place a tad better?”

“…It’s a cat.”

“Well yes, I noticed but. Maybe she’s smart. Who knows.”

“Again. It’s a cat.”

“Weren’t you the one who said he wasn’t going to underestimate his enemies?”

“I am so not having this conversation with you.” He glared at the cat as if she had personally scratched his socks to tatters before leaving, and just once he was entirely sure Espio was gone, he pulled out his recently hidden folder.

Where he could swear his notes about the review of the watchtowers of the north once sat, now only one word repeated itself like some broken chant. ``Coming`` was wrote over and over, mockingly, almost, in nothing more than his own handwriting, something that he had no recollection of ever doing.

Where was his work?

He had spent hours and hours on that!

He glared at the paper for a while, until his eyes and head stung, until the entire world was tilting off its axis as black spots appeared on his vision, confusing him, rendering him almost blind.

The paper crinkled between his fingers, being roughly slammed down into the desk.

He stifled, forcefully, a pained grunt, huffed breaths being the only sound in the office for a while.

The cat looked on, curiously.

Closing and rubbing his eyes proved of being of no help, as he could see the floor starting to sink in the farthest corner, right where it meet with the wall, giving under the pressure, under its burden, bending at impossible angles just like him, just like them, and leaving him almost weightless in that chair he knew he was sitting in, but couldn’t feel anymore.

He was floating.

At least, that was what it felt like.

He was floating in a room slowly consumed by the dark spots, once small and insignificant …now similar to the way a black hole worked, sucking in all light and everything that stood on their way, growing and growing in size, getting closer, making their slow way to him to consume him too.

To rip him apart piece by piece, stretching him until his joints and muscles snapped out of place, and his limbs and bones were teared from his torso as they pulled in different directions, fighting for his every bit, finishing him quicker than what he could attempt to heal.

He just knew that was what they wanted, that was their ultimate goal.

They were whispering to him, talking about their greed and insatiable hunger, eternal void.

Fuck.

He couldn’t move.

Shadow groaned loudly, uncaring, numb to this particular if not familiar motion, hit by a sudden but all the same debilitating nausea that wouldn’t let him feel his legs.

It stung.

Everything.

Another groan, a loud crack and jostle, and then pin and needles were working up and down his arms and back, painfully incrusting themselves, sinking deep into his tissue and reaching his bone marrow, gloating at the first taste of blood, at getting to him first and being oh so useful Locking him in position, melting, sizzling and singeing his skin and fur, snaking to his shoulders, and neck, and finally head, biting him hungrily all the while no matter how much he growled, how much he fought to squirm, shake, or hiss. They had only one objective.

Something was wrong.

Maybe everything?

The tables were crumbling, his books were falling to the ground, the room was dimming and dimming as darkness took over. Hell.

Even the tapestry that hung behind him was starting to swirl over itself, the contents twisting into a spiral he could not make sense of.

Shadow curled over himself, or tried to, fighting to make his body obey him as he pressed his hands into his ears, mouth open in a pained scream he could not hear. It was too much.

The sizzling of the dark spots, the whispering voices behind him, the humming of his own complaining body, and the beats of his heart, the creaking of the room that was starting to crumble too, falling apart with dry hits or splintering wood.

With everything as it was, it can probably be forgiven it took him a while to realize the words twisting within the spiral.

Blood was steadily dripping into his shoulders, but it was okay.

Shadow could take pain.

He didn’t have to worry about sound anymore, so it was worth it.

Was it truly?

He didn’t know.

He just wanted it all to stop.

“Aren’t you tired?”

…He kind of was.

Is it of life?

Do you call this life?

Colored words, repeating themselves over and over like madness creeping in, vomiting out of the tapestry Shadow used to love, taking the darkened room under their control, filing everything that remained like macabre pointillism.

His breath stuttered, but he couldn’t move at all.

the binding held strong, holding him put and there was someone coming in.

``Aren’t you tired? `` was read on the wall.

``Don’t you want to rest? `` was crawling after him.

``Arent you in pain?`` made home in his desk.

On his screen, the videotape of the security reel turned off one by one without him doing something, and the presence behind his chair kept getting closer.

The remaining operative screen showed the Word Document he had been working on, the letters dancing away as they reorganized themselves but he could hardly pay attention.

“Isn’t it late?” Said a chipped, distorted voice, almost as if coming from underwater.

Maybe it was…

For you?

Or for him?

``Why don’t you close your eyes?``

``Why don’t you relax?``

`` I will keep guard for you…``

“Go the fuck to sleep.”

The being jerked his chair aside, roughly pressing against his throat.

Shadow tried to kick, but his legs had been withered long ago.

He chocked, blood tricking down his cheeks and ears, unfocused eyes bulging out.

His neck snapped.

His body slumped, unsupported.

Shadow almost fell to the ground, blinking and standing startled in the middle of his office, Watchtower of the North`s reports In hand.

That’s… probably one of the reasons he doesn’t sleep.

His ears were ringing, his breath was unsteady.

It hurt.

It was too much.

There was no one in the room with him.

He was alone. He…

Shadow growled.

“Too much caffeine is bad for your health, they say, uh… Either that, or you are truly a dewdropper at work.” He gave the lilac flowers at his side a narrowed stare.

Lilac flowers:… I am being wrongly accused, sir.

Shadow sighed, rubbing his aching eyes with a hand. He picked up the highlighter he needed before going back to his desk, convinced he probably stood up to search for it.

As he passed, he didn’t forgot to flicker Janik`s forehead, a scowled ``slacker-off`` passing his lips.

He sipped his lukewarm coffee, making sure everything was working the way it is supposed to, silently checking everybody around.

The cat meowed like a greeting, sitting obediently in the middle of his office, staring unblinkingly at him.

His hand, without much thought, added a loopy elegant cursive “Infinite” to the page in front of him.

It was entirely filled with that one name.

He had a folder with pages of similar destiny.

The cat nuzzled his legs, sticky like always after a particular bad dream, like she knew something had happened and tried to comfort him.

As he pet her, he almost could have swore he saw her grin by his peripheral vision.

He promised himself. Tomorrow he´ll sleep.

#Sucker #shadow the hedgehog #my writing #sonic the hedgehog #WIP #This bitch has me struggling....#tw: violence #tw: body horror #I think?#I dont know #tw: horror #Once again I am lost about what to tag...#Platonic Sonadow #No but really I do need help with the tags and TW #I cant figure out what to put here to make this safe...

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fumikomiyasaki · 2 years

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[ nap ] Damián & Carol

[ sing ] Sable & Lyla

[ love ] Sin & Rubina

[ taste ] Croissant & Aiden

Nonverbal Memes

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

Complications arose and Carol barely had any sleep at night given her dorm mates chatted up untill the late night and so she seemed a bit more drained of energy that day. In hopes to get some sleep she wanted to return to her dorm quickly after classes but... ran into Damián along the way or more so bumped into him.

“Mi Amor, just who I was looking for.”

“Oh um... Its good to see you but I was actually on my w-”

“Wait before you say anything I have to show you something.”

Her Tiny hand in his big one always looked a bit odd but she kinda enjoyed, however she often yawned a little on her way to where he wanted to lead her. In the end they arrived at his dorm. As he sat down with her seeing some fireflies go around he noticed her head lightly falling against his arm... and then he saw how kind of tired she looked.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were tired, Mi Amor?”

“You looked so excited and I... didn’t want to ruin your wonder about this. It is pretty but *yawn* I need some rest.”

He lightly placed his hands on her shoulders and then let her lean against his chest a little, which led her to hug him a little.

“A real comfy cushion for me... makes me always happy.”

“Sleep all you need... and I will wake you with a wake up kiss later.”

“I love you so much, my precious deer.”

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[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine

Leaving her lab for now Lyla did promise to meet up with Sable given she needed a break from her Late night labwork as well as his message kind of surprised her. She did often enjoy just chatting with him or taking her brain off the complicated things. Often she brough some recommended books from her cousin for him... however this time they met up more casual among the woods in the moon light... She leaned her head lightly onto his shoulder as he sang some songs for her... causing her mind to feel at ease and her admiring him a little.

“You voice is beautifull.... Its sad I only get to hear you alone.”

“Please its nothing special but... thank you.”

“Then lets say I am honored you share this with me.”

His face was a bit red as she gave him a confident smile.

“Say Lyla... would you resent me if I was suddenly more scary than I look like?”

“No, why should I... I like you for who you are, not what you look like.”

Her mind was simple in such facts but it caused him a smile on his face.

“So which song do you want to hear next?”

“How about I myself try to sing with you this time?”

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[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

Things weren’t right. Sin was on his usual way to visit Ruby at night but as he found her... something seemed off. Her usual pretty blue eyes were red as her hair and she seemed to have an aggresive grip on part of a broken tree.

“Whoever is there you better run or...”

However as she faced his eyes she seemed to hold her head and fall lightly unconcious... he could catch her before she fell to the ground... As he layed her in the grass nearby she slowly opened her eyes.

“Sin... what just-”

“You suddenly had those red eyes and seemed different.”

“Not again... why... why does she always have to come back?”

Part of her eyes showed tears as she mumbled something like ‘sister’ from her mouth... seeing her distressed like this he placed his forehead on hers.

“Don’t worry, whatever it is I will always be there to bring you back...”

“Even if I hurt you by accident?”

He gave her a firm nod... which assured her again but still... she felt uncertain.

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[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

Croissant was a tad nervous after all the person he was cooking for right now was one of the best rumored among the school in cooking. The Talerenea dorm mates feared how critical he can be and many when eating Aidens cooking seemed to nearly have acended from the taste. It was a hard critic he was facing but also the small things and advices they exchanged made it more comfortable. Its felt like Aiden understood that he had genuine interest in improving. And after a while Croissant presented his dish to him.

Waiting in anticipation as he saw a small smile from Aiden with his ears twitching... it was cute but unexpected.

“A bit too sweet for my taste but well crafted... you did well.”

“T-Thank you so much.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can Still do a bit better, how about I show you how I would have done it.”

“Oh please do.”

He watched in awe how he crafted it together however got a tad nervous as Aiden wanted to show him some small trick by laying his arms around him...

At least the advice already brough him tons to think about.

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mj-skyair-star · 1 year

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█🕹️👾🎮Chapter 6: Before To Now░▒▓█

March 29th, 2036, Saturday morning, 4:33 a.m (Oscar's P.O.V Flashback) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Comfortably, I was sleeping, dreaming about getting an award from the ANZAC army and my dad being present for me, proud of me! I was in tears when I saw him again. It has been so long, and the place is stunning! It felt like I was in heaven, surrounded by soldiers who defend our country and defend others that are in need of our allyship. The most enjoyable part for me was a hug from dad as he told me how proud he was of me for making it this far. There has never been a better feeling than this, to have this moment with him again. It was almost real.

Everything was amazing.

RING! RING! RING!

Until I got disturbed by a certain noise.

RING! RING! RING!

I was so startled that I fell off my bed along with my dark blue blanket. I panicked at the random thought that someone was trying to kidnap me. I immediately stood up, freaked out from being blinded by my own blanket, and totally didn't run around like a mad man...

"AAAAHHHHH! I'M SORRY! WHATEVER IT IS I'VE DONE! I PROMISE, I DIDN'T DO IT!!!!" ... For a few minutes of pondering what the hell is going on. It turns out that noise was coming from my phone, ringing SO DAMN LOUDLY!! And I realised that I had a blanket on me, not a sack... "Oh, my-" I took it off and placed it on the bed carelessly. I felt a bit upset that this had happened and the fact that my dream had been ruined. My back hurts a bit since the floor is hardwood, but not enough to break my back completely, luckily. I looked over at my phone that was sitting on the bedside table, charging. "Who's calling me?" I scoffed indignantly.

"My ringtone must have been on high volume again... Get fucked by the phone once again! Ugh! This is my third time forgetting to adjust the volume!" I took the phone with the dark blue case to see who the hell was calling AT THIS TIME! Once the phone has been turned over, the screen shows a picture of me and my crus- FRIEND! At the front of the laser tag entrance.

We had one arm around each other's shoulders like best friends. (We are friends, except... I have feelings for her... I don't know if she likes me back that way... that's why I said friends, and yes, you caught me out for calling her my crush.) That photo was taken a year ago for my 12th birthday. We were at an arcade if you couldn't guess where, and Laser Tag is my favourite gaming area. That's where we snapped a photo together.

Okay, back to the real story here. Her name was shown on the screen with love hearts on each side of her name, above the picture, of course. As I stared at it, anger drained away for perplexity to take over before I looked at the time.

"Four-thirty-three am!? Why is Airis calling me that early!?" I exclaimed at the unexpected.

The only person I anticipated most was my awful AND infuriating cousin. He's a massive jerk and would ring me in the middle of the night, EVERY NIGHT on purpose! To get me on his nerve-! Wait- I haven't heard him call this time... Huh? Strange... Why do I even care? Airis is calling me for God's sake!

I answered it because I wanted to hear her explanation of why the hell she was calling me. Yeah, I'm a tad mad at her for waking me up. Although calling me this early isn't something she normally does, and all of this is giving me a sense of unease. A feeling that something unpleasant has happened to her.

***

I hung up my phone after our interesting conversation about Airis' dog barking from ages ago, her mum's garden has been destroyed (along with finding weird footprints and a piece of metal), her family has gone missing, the neighbours are not answering, I couldn't say bullshit, and somehow, triple zero doesn't exist in the contact??? Strange... And of course, I believe every word she says, even if it sounds crazy!

Right now I'm rushing to get ready.

My closet is where I get the clothes that I'll be wearing today. I grab out a white shirt, brown camping jacket, blue shorts and a pair of white mid-calf socks. The shoes are at the front door of the house, so I'll put them on after I tell my mum and... stepdad about what happened.

Leaving my room, I headed to my parents' room and knocked on their door.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Mum? Byron? I'm sorry for disrupting your sleep. This morning, Airis called me- and I know it's early, but! It's an emergency, and we need to be there ASAP!.." I called out and waited for at least my mum to answer, hopefully, it is my mum... OK? Nothing happened… I knocked again, louder this time. "Mum?" ... Feeling nervous, my hand reached for the doorknob until it made contact with it... turning it... I entered... "Huh??" ... They're not there? Stay calm.

I think my sisters know where they are.

With a simple shrug, I left the room to head to Hayley and Holly's room.

As soon as I got there, I knocked on their bedroom door.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Hayley? Holly? Has mum or Byron said anything that they went off somewhere?" I waited for a bit...

Neither of them answered the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Hello!?" Ok, that's it.

I burst into the room only to discover that my twin sisters weren't there either. My entire body grew numb while my ocean blue eyes grew wide, and my head felt dizzy from the shock I was experiencing. Now my cool has been taken over by fear. I can fully understand Airis' perspective... That is until I remembered something.

"Celven!" I ran to the baby's room (speed walked) and checked his cradle- HE'S NOT HERE! OH, MY GOD!- MY BROTHER IS MISSING!

"... No... NO!" I clench my blonde hair tightly, stressing out at the fact that I'm in the same situation AS Airis!!

My knees tumbled on the floor in the middle of the room.

"GOD, WHY!? WHY DID YOU TAKE MY FAMILY!? WHY WOULD YOU TAKE BYRON!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!" I couldn't believe that all of this was real.

Exactly like yesterday night when I was at my nana, Polly's place (mum's side.)

She's... A Christian old lady (not that I have a problem with Christians in general. The only time I will have a problem with Christians is if they did something really wrong. My nana would be an example- You'll see what I mean). She is aware that I'm an atheist, which somehow made her think that I'm a 'sinner for not believing in God and Jesus.'

If I was staying at her house for a week or longer, she would make me pray, and take me to church. I would also be forced to read the Bible for some lessons in the word of the Bible and watch some Christian movies with her. Basically, it was all about what she wanted. That's the problem I have with her. I have no freedom when it comes to staying with Nana Polly, and oh yeah, my younger sisters were forced as well.-

Oops, Sidetrack!

So, about her plan... Her plan may have gone astray... as usual.

Seeing that God can take every good person and Christian, including all children of all ages across the entire globe. That movie terrified me! Despite the fact that it was only a movie, however, I couldn't help it! Leaving the bad people and non-religious on Earth to suffer the chaos, ‘just to go home’?! That's just... A lot! I was afraid of the chaos! Everyone turned completely nuts!

Nan, I know you 'care' about me and my sisters but... UGH!.. You're getting very annoying and you got me scared of that movie!

Now I'm not saying that 'all Christian force people' if that's what you're thinking. Some may be more respectful than you think.

I told a friend (that I made at a church that nana attends) about it and he completely understands me! He agrees that my nan shouldn't be forcing me or my twins to believe in something that she believes in, unless you want to, without force, meaning, if she didn't abu- force us to, then maybe things could have turned out a lot differently... Still wouldn't be interested.

All of this was kept a secret for about two years so no one else in the church knows or even outside of it.

... Anyway, enough talking about that, because I'll ramble too much about my tra- experience!

After taking a couple of breaths, I felt a lot calmer now.

Even if I did take the film way too seriously in a freak-out manner, I still have to meet Airis at the church (not that I was suddenly convinced to pray or worship God and Jesus because of the movie- Just ignore my continued ramble).

I left Celven's room and began to gather some things that I needed before I headed out, just to get on with packing. I hurried to a closet (located right next to the garage) then I hurried to the kitchen to get my drink bottle (that had water) from the fridge before heading off to other locations like some chips, my game boy (a gift from my dad), my phone and a first aid kit.

By the time everything was ready, I zipped the bag and placed it on my back. I also took my yellow cricket bat and skateboard with me before I put on my shoes.

As soon as I left the house, I used my house keys to lock the front, grey-painted door, and off I go.

***

I arrived at the church to see Airis and her dog, Winter, there. We had a short chat until we left the building to head to Airis' place so we could ask someone for help in the bright morning.

That's not exactly what we expected since today is supposed to be a hangout day at my house. The problem boils down to a major one instead.

While we were skating to her place, the wheel of my skateboard got shot by some laser out of nowhere! Causing me to fall and scratch my knee... Ah, the agony! After she nursed my knee, we ended up walking to her place since there was nothing we could do about my skateboard, and yes, I'm still upset about it. Speaking of that... Admittedly I felt flustered about her suggestion of travelling on the same skateboard together (her one)... Hmm... What's there to be embarrassed about? It's just a ride... Well, it was too late to change options, besides, I don't want Airis to feel uncomfortable if she really is uncomfortable. That's why we stuck with walking.

***

A few moments later, I felt like we'd been followed, just when we heard something in the bushes. It took some convincing for Airis to allow me to check the bushland. Yes, it worked. However, she only allowed me to go if I took Winter with me, and of course, I said yes for the sake of not dealing with her stubbornness.

From my point of view: Me and Winter were out in the forest. Looking around for animal/s that may be injured, though we did not see anything nor hear any more rattling from the bushes.

"There's nothing there. Maybe it got away?"

Bark! Bark!

"Huh?" I looked over at Winter who was jumping to get my attention.

I raised an eyebrow at him curiously and headed up to him to see what he had found.

"What's up, Snowdog?" I asked. The husky stopped jumping and pointed his snout further down into the dense forest. I'm not actually afraid. I'm familiar with nature because I go camping almost every year. "Did you sniff somethi-?" Before I could finish, the fluffy dog ran off. "W-Wait! Winter!" I called out to him as I ran after him.

Airis will kill me if I let something disastrous happen to him! I'm not exaggerating, she will!

Whatever it is, I know Winter is trying to show or tell me something.

We delved really fast, deeper into the forest.

Pushing the grimy green leaves out of the way, pushing the annoying branches out of the way as well and jumping over the roots until I found him.

He was sniffing the ground and... growling at it??? I'm clearly dumbfounded by this.

"Why is he growling at the dirt???" It doesn't make sense.

I approached him once again, completely baffled.

"Dude, why are you growling at the dirt?" All he did was stare at me without showing any emotion but soon reverted back to being all riled up and growled back at it even more. Whoa! I've never seen him act like this before. "Winter stop! Stop!" I grabbed his slightly dirty leash (that's been dragging around for a while) and pulled him away (without hurting him). Now that I had done it, I had the chance to gaze down at the ground to see what could possibly make Winter an-... gry... "What the-" There are prints on the ground that oddly resemble the one that Airis showed me... Curiosity grew in me, much stronger than before. I decided to do a bit of investigating. I kneeled down and examined it more closely while getting my phone out of my pocket. After I got it out and unlocked the password, I hopped on Messenger to look at the photo that Airis sent. A sudden gasp escapes my lip- IT'S THE SAME PRINT AS THE PHOTO!! "No way..!" I muttered out loud as the realisation struck me... This thing was at Airis' house... This thing was following us... This mysterious print belongs to that thing and it leads down to...

My blue eyes follow where it's going...

"Oh no...-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Awro!?

"AIRIS!" Winter began barking mad! Since I still held the leash in my hand he managed to make me follow him to where Airis is- A HELL OF A LOT OF MIGHT AND SPEED!

"SHIIIT! Whatever it is, it's no good! And I left her alone by herself! WHAT WAS I THINKING!? I should've listened to her stubbornness!"

***

We arrived and stopped behind one of the bushes to look over to see- OH MY GOD!

"IS THAT 'THE SLAYERS'!? FROM 'WAR OF TIME'?!" I haven't played that in a while... Wait- Am I dreaming??? Using my pointer finger and thumb, I pinched my arm really hard.

"Ow!" I hissed quietly at the pain...

"Not a dream!?" No way... THIS IS REAL!?!?

"That's not... possible..." I looked down at Winter, astounded, however, he was about to charge at them. Using the leash, I held him down. "Winter! Don't charge at them! I know you're protective of Airis, but it's not the right time!" I whisper-shouted at him who gave me a rage whimper.

My head then turned back toward Airis and TS.

I'm fully aware that 'The Slayers' are bad news, I mean, incredibly bad. I could tell that they were talking. I don't know what, obviously. All I know is the eight-point or seven-foot-tall chubby bot, Drillbit, is holding Airis hostage, facing Slaytrap. Damn, Airis can't even touch the ground because of Drillbit's height. Speaking of Airis, she's petrified as hell.

While I spy, Airis looked away from the leader, but Slaytrap wasn't happy about that, so he cupped her cheeks and forcefully made her look at him. THAT made my temper flare up. I swear, if he makes her cry, I'll be determined to end him.

Whatever the hell TS wants, I'm not letting any of them lay a single hair on her!

"Don't worry, Iris. We're not leaving without you. I'll find a way to get you out of there," I began to brainstorm rapidly about how I'm gonna get Airis out of Drillbit's grip... Looking around while thinking intently, I saw my bat right in front of us... Looking back at them... then at the bat...

I think I have the unthinkable idea that Airis will say for sure that I'm insane.

I can't just sit around watching all of that crap all day. Very carefully and quietly as possible (so the bush doesn't blow my cover) I crawled up to my cricket bat, grasped it and crawled back into the bush again. During my examination, Winter let out a curious yelp about what I was doing/thinking.

"I have a plan. Once I let go of your leash, you distract everyone while I throw the bat at the fat robot over there,"- I pointed at Drillbit for two seconds- "When it hits him. He'll release Airis, I'll grab her so she can run along with me, and that's when we escape. Sounds good?" ... Wait a minute- How did I just realise this? I'm literally talking to a dog... Ok? Anyways. Winter was completely unsure about it (so dogs can understand English... alright?) The fluffy Siberian husky tilted his head as he showed 'I have a bad feeling about this.' "Clearly, you can't speak English, and I don't think you can think of a plan for this type of situation, can you?" He knows I'm right. I glance back at the group, holding my bat tightly. "On three, I'll let you go... one..." As I started counting, Winter prepared his position. "Two..." I was ready. " Three!" I let go of the light blue leash.

Winter ran out and ran towards them, barking like an aggressive coyote. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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luciferslover3 · 1 year

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Welcome to Devildom

You awoke to three men standing over you. “Ah, you're finally awake!” Says the first one. you tilt your head slightly “where am I? And who are you?” you stammer. “You are in a wonderful place called devildom, and I am Diavolo, the lord of this lovely kingdom!” he answers loudly with a large smile on his face. You had lost most of your friends the day before because some lying bi- ahem I mean girl started making rumors about you. “My lord, I think it would be a good idea to give her some time before we tell her of RAD” the man on the left states respect dripping from each word and a smile plastered on his face. You look all three of the men up and down. Then you remember falling asleep. “oh” you exclaim cutting off Diavolo who was answering the man who had been talking a few moments prior, “ahem, “oh”?” he asks, confused on why you CUT OFF THE LORD OF DEVILDOM. “This is just a dream, isn’t it?” you ask, “I’ve been so lonely that now I'm making up people” you say almost under your breath. you see a small bit of enthusiasm drain from Diavolo's face, while the man on the right, who hasn’t spoken yet, brings his hand to the bridge of his nose. “No no, this is not a dream. You have been chosen for an exchange program between angels, humans, and demons” he remarks quite proudly. “My own work” he gloats. “Lucifer, you can continue this” diavolo sighs and the man on the right nods curtly as he continues “As the lord as said my name is lucifer-” “who in heavens named you that?!” you exclaim. You hear several snickers from behind the large man and lean to the side to see four other men snickering behind him. “Ahem” the man clears his throat and the men behind him straighten at once. “I, like the rest of the people in this room, am a demon...” he sighs. “ARE YOU GOING TO ENSLAVE ME!?” you yell referring to the bible and how “lucifer” wanted to enslave humans for angel use. He looks at you with a disappointed face and continues. “These are my brothers, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub, you will be living with them and I in the House of Lamentation-” “but aren't Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Satan the same person?” you interrupt “no...” he sighs again. “How about you call mammon, he is one of two brothers that seem to have misplaced their invite to this occasion and will be protecting you for the next year” he hands you a phone-looking device. “This is a DDD, it works much like a human phone.” you turn it on, and it asks for a pass code. “Um-” “6557” he interrupts quietly “oh ok” you open the phone and tap the phone tab. I have already added all our numbers if you should need us”. You tap the button with the name “Mammon” on it and it starts ringing. “Yo mammon speaking" someone answers. “you're supposed to be protecting me for the next year?” you say in more of a question than a statement, reciting what lucifer said before. “Oh, you're that human right?” he scoffs. “Yeah” you answer trying to be as cheerful as possible. “Yeah, well I ain’t protecting you from anything understood?” he remarks “but lucifer said-” “I don’t CARE what lucifer said I'm not scared of him” he yells through the DDD. “One....two....” lucifer starts counting slowly “AH UM YEAH yeah I'm going to protect you mhm yep....” you giggle a tad at his response, and he hangs up. “Well, that’s him. And good luck” he sighs “where will I be sleeping?” you ask timidly. “Yes, if you would excuse us m’lord?” he turns and asks diavolo for permission to leave. “Yes, of course” he beams then looks at you “if you need me just call, ok?” you crack your knuckles nervously and nod.

(A/N) soooooo who should i do this abt? i have more parts that i'll post in like 30 min- but i need to know who Y/n should fall in love with!!

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etherealyoungk · 2 years

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when it's that time of month - seungcheol

warnings: none, only fluff.

wrote this to comfort myself cause i was feeling like shit all day and it's my time of month and im so emo right now, but enjoy reading :)

these last few days i've been feeling off. i've been feeling weird, cranky, impatient, craving more sweet stuff and just feeling more tired than usual, not the mention the throbbing headache i had last night, which didn't let me sleep properly. and today i woke up feeling extra weird and just off. halfway through the day i got my answer - my periods. of course, no wonder i was feeling like so bad and off.

i change into something else and groan as i can feel the cramps setting in. i head to the kitchen to make myself a hot water bottle. i put the water on the stove and closed my eyes, trying to center myself letting out a sigh.

"hey babe, you okay?", seungcheol, my boyfriend asks. concern flashes in his eyes as he looks at me.

i sigh even harder. "periods", i say and he immediately understands, his gaze softening.

i grip the countertop as another cramp sets in, wincing in pain and he immediately comes to my side, noticing my discomfort and pain.

"hey, it's okay, i'm here", he says trying to look at me but my eyes are closed as i try to bear with the pain.

"you go rest, I'll get the hot water pack for you", he says softly and he guides me to the bedroom.

he goes back to the kitchen and i close my eyes, burying my face in my palms. he comes back a few minutes later and he gently places the hot water bottle on my stomach and i give him a grateful smile. i feel so drained and feel like shit.

"you look really tired", he says as he takes a seat next to me, taking my hand in his, the warmth from his hand a reassuring comfort.

"i feel like shit", I say and he pouts.

"do you wanna sleep?", he asks.

i nod saying no.

"you want anything else? coffee? tea? chocolate? snacks? you name it and i'll get it for you, love", he says sweetly. i smile softly.

"maybe some coffee?", i say and he gets up, going to make some for me. he comes back with a cup of coffee and gives me a kiss on the forehead, saying he has to attend a zoom meeting for the next two hours and that i shouldn't move from the bed and should rest. i nod and he ruffles my hair sweetly before going.

it's been almost two hours and seungcheol is still in the meeting and im feeling hungry so i get up and slowly waddle to the kitchen, my cramps are still there but subtle enough that i can walk around a bit. as i am craving something sweet, i open the fridge, my eyes landing on the peanut butter. i grab it and some bread hungrily. but as im trying to open the jar, i struggle as the lid is screwed on too tight. it won't open. i try for another minute but no luck and i swear im this close to losing it. blame my hormones but i got so impatient and mad that it wasn't opening i started tearing up in frustration and just then i hear seungcheol call out for me.

"baby where are you? i told you to rest why -", he stops what he's saying as he sees me, my hands holding the jar of peanut butter that's not opening and my frown.

"this damn jar won't open", i grumble to him, pouting as i hold it out for him to open. i see him trying to stifle a laugh and smile, but the dimple in his cheek doesn't lie. he finds this situation a tad bit amusing. he takes the jar and places it on the counter after opening it and then i can't take it anymore so i crash into his arms. he instantly wraps his hands around me and i bury my face in his chest, suddenly feeling embarrassed that i got upset over such a small thing.

"stupid jar", i say, hitting his chest lightly and he lets out a soft chuckle.

i look up at him and his hand cradles my neck and cheek gently and i find myself leaning into it.

i finally make my sandwich and eat with some more coffee. then i head back to the bedroom to rest.

"anything else you need?" he asks. "i don't want you breaking the house" he adds and i give him a glare.

"sorry sorry but that situation was kinda funny," he says and i reach out to whack him again but he dodges, laughing.

"i want you", i say and it catches him off guard and he stops laughing. but then he smiles, the dimple on his appearing as he smiles making him look adorable.

"don't go, stay with me", i say pouting and he can't say no so he comes under the blankets next to me, scooping me gently in his arms as he pulls me closer to him.

i lean into him and he intertwines his hand in mine.

"i still feel like shit", I say.

"i know what will make you feel better", he says and turns his head.

"i'm glad", he replies, placing another soft kiss on my temple.

i turn to look at him and he leans forward, locking our lips in a gentle kiss, his hands loosely and gently wrapped around my waist. i sighed, letting my tiredness go in his warmth, letting him kiss me until he pulls back with a goofy dimple smile on his face.

i couldn't help but smile too.

"i do feel better", I said and he placed a small kiss on my cheek too.

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeenimagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen drabbles #seventeen x reader #choi seungcheol #seungcheol imagines #scoups #scoups fluff #scoups scenarios #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x reader #svt imagines #svt fluff #kpop imagines #kpop fluff

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somewhatgreatexpectations · 3 years

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Leave, Then Go (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello! Soooo... I did a thing.

The response was positive, so I went with it. Double Lizzie! Excited to present you with the Wanda/ Leigh crossover! Let me know what you think, I’m actually excited about this!

Summary: Y/n works on mending bridges with Leigh when she meets the alluring Wanda Maximoff.

After waiting for what felt like hours, the woman you were waiting for finally appeared. You scrambled to your feet as you rushed forward to meet her. Concern immediately took precedent when you were able to fully take in her appearance.

She looked like a ghost of who she used to be. Beautiful, but void of life.

The bags under her eyes were prominent and the naturally glimmering emerald eyes that you used to love were dull. Empty. Dark like a storm rather than bright like the sea. Her shoulders were slumped forward with the weight of life when she used to stand so tall before.

It was as though she had been drained of all the light that she used to radiate.

Guilt clawed angrily at your chest. “Leigh.” You breathed out, swallowing down the lump in your throat.

When she met your eyes, her expression hardened. That was always a special talent of hers. Making you feel small with just a look. “What are you doing here?”

“Hi Y/n. You look good. Thanks, I did start running again. Green juice, it does wonders.” You sarcastically began a conversation with yourself. If her defense mechanism was being cold, yours was humor.

Leigh wasn’t amused by your antics in the slightest.

If looks could kill you’d be six feet under now. “What are you doing here?” She repeated in annoyance, heavily emphasizing every word.

Everything about her posture screamed impatience. “I-I wanted to check on you sooner. I did.” You fearfully watched a disbelieving smile spread across her lips. You knew that look. She was about to tear you apart. “I know! I know. I’m way too late and I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Leigh.” You rushed out, the words clumsily stumbling over one another as they tumbled from your lips. They were sincere though. You hoped she knew that.

“That’s not good enough.” The bite of her words made you flinch. Leigh moved to step around you, but you caught her arm.

You dropped your hand when you noticed her eyes fall to the place you made contact. “I know it’s not.” A heavy sigh escaped your lips. “By the time I heard the news, it had been months. Then it took me months to work up the courage to see you again… The last time we saw each other wasn’t exactly a… fond memory.”

Leigh’s eyes began analyzing you critically. You shifted uncomfortably under the weight of her gaze. “I needed you, Y/n. I needed you and you weren’t there.” Her eyes began to shine slightly with unshed tears.

The shame you felt made it impossible to maintain eye contact with the woman before you. “I know.” You whispered. “And I’m sorry, Leigh. Truly. I am. If you allow me, I’d like to earn your forgiveness. Your trust. To prove I can be there for you and be the friend you need.”

“Friend?” Leigh raised an eyebrow as she loosely crossed her arms. “If my memory serves me correctly that’s the reason you weren’t there in the first place.”

You awkwardly rubbed your arm. “Yes. Friend. I can do that. I can be that for you… If you give me the chance.”

Leigh stared at you intently, her eyes searching yours, for what you didn’t know. “No more grand declarations or ultimatums?”

“No grand declarations or ultimatums.” You repeated as you smiled hesitantly back at her.

You desperately tried to beat back the memory that lingered at the forefront of your mind. Of tear stained cheeks and white dresses.

After a tense moment of silence, Leigh nodded. “Probation.” She warned simply with a point of her finger as she moved around you to go into her house.

To say you were surprised would be an understatement. You expected her to tear you apart. Scream at you until she was blue in the face. “I’ll call you?” You called after her unsurely. “We can get coffee?”

“Mmm.” Leigh hummed flippantly over her shoulder, barely audible as she closed the door behind herself.

With a small smile you turned and began walking back in the direction of your own apartment. The conversation had gone better than you had dared to hope it would. Leigh could be cruel when she was hurt, and you knew you had hurt her. Leaving the conversation unscathed felt like nothing short of a miracle.

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Lying awake in bed later that night, your mind couldn’t help but wander to Leigh. Not that those thoughts were anything out of the ordinary. Seeing her today though made you worry even more than usual.

Hey. I don’t know if this is still

your number. It’s Y/n.

Read 12:14 a.m

You watched the bubble appear and disappear at the bottom of the screen several times before your phone chimed with a reply.

Is this a booty call?

Sent 12:19 a.m.

What? No! I just wanted

to check on you.

Read 12:20 a.m.

Surprising.

Sent 12:21 a.m.

Surprising that it’s not

a booty call or surprising

that I’m checking on you?

Read 12:22 a.m.

You tell me.

Sent 12:22 a.m.

I really did want to check

on you, Leigh.

Read 12:24 a.m.

I’m fine. Goodnight.

Sent 12:25 a.m.

Goodnight, Leigh. I’ll be at

Coffee Code tomorrow morning doing

some work if you want to stop by.

Read at 12:26 a.m.

After a few minutes of silence, it was clear she wasn’t going to reply, so you allowed your eyes to close as you drifted into a restless sleep. Still haunted by the image of white dresses and tear stained cheeks.

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The bustle of the early morning crowd at the local coffee shop was always a place of serenity for you. The sounds of everyone around you going on with their lives was calming white noise to you and made doing tasks easier.

“Excuse me?” You looked up and smiled slightly, actually surprised that Leigh had taken you up on your offer. “Do you mind if I sit here with you? It’s pretty crowded.”

Relief was your initial response to seeing her. There was still sorrow in her eyes, but the resentment she regarded you with yesterday had faded. There was an air of shyness that she carried that was unfamiliar to you.

Leigh was many things but timid was not one of them. “Of course not, I did invite you after all.”

Her head tilted slightly, and her movements became hesitant as she sat across from you. “I’m sorry?”

Nerves forced you to look away from her and fiddle with the cup of coffee before you. “Last night? I really was trying to check on you.” The smooth porcelain under your fingers distracted you from seeing the way the woman before you watched you with confusion. “You look beautiful today by the way.”

Regret flooded your racing mind as soon as the words fell from your lips. The compliment was definitely overstepping the boundaries of friendship.

A light blush spread across Leigh’s cheeks at your words. Odd. Leigh usually dismissed your compliments or rolled her eyes. “Um…” The other woman’s nose scrunched slightly. “I think you may have me confused with someone else.”

You weren’t sure what game she was playing, and it put you on edge. “Leigh, it’s obviously you.”

“I’m sorry. I’m not your friend. My name is Wanda.” The woman informed you shyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Your eyes widened in disbelief. This woman was the spitting image of Leigh. It wasn’t Leigh though. That much became clear the more you observed her.

For the first time since she sat down you were able to detect the subtle differences. Wanda’s hair was just a shade darker. The make-up she wore was just a tad more noticeable. The many rings stacked on her fingers were accessories that Leigh would never wear.

More importantly, the way she carried herself. It was heavy and timid but lighter than Leigh. Something about Wanda reminded you of breaches of sunlight breaking through storm clouds rather than the perpetual storm that Leigh carried. The storm that always seemed to be moments away from sweeping you away.

Wanda was beautiful. Obviously. She was beautiful in a way that was different than Leigh even though they looked identical. There were no sharp edges to her beauty. It was soft. Like the first break of day. Leigh’s beauty was all sharp edges threatening to cut you to your core at every turn.

You didn’t know Wanda, but you wanted to.

“I’m so sorry!” You quickly apologized when you realized you had been spacing out. “I must have made you so uncomfortable! It’s just that you look exactly like my friend and she makes me nervous so I didn’t even notice the difference at first. You could be her twin-” Your nervous ramblings were cut short by a hand being placed over your own.

Wanda smiled slightly and all you could do was cover your face in embarrassment. She must think you’re a psychopath. “It’s okay…” She trailed off and raised her eyebrows in an unspoken question.

It didn’t take long for you to catch on. “Oh! My name is Y/n.” You shook your head as you humiliated yourself even more with each passing minute. “I’m so embarrassed.”

The melodic sound of her laughter drifted into your ears causing your stomach to flip. “Don’t worry. I think it’s cute.” Your cheeks burned at her words. The chime of her phone interrupted the moment as she finally pulled her hand back.

A small frown tugged at the corner of her lips as she read over the message on her phone. “Not to over step, but is everything okay?”

“Yes. I just need to leave now unfortunately.” You noticed an almost undetectable accent framed her words. The accent just made her all the more alluring to you. “Do you think I could have your number?” She asked shyly as she tugged at the sleeves of her sweater.

Without hesitation, you scrambled to find a pen and a loose scrap of paper to write your number on. “Here you go.” You both shared bashful smiles when your hands grazed one another.

With a small wave, and a soft smile Wanda turned to leave. “I’ll call you.” Excitement bubbled in your chest at the thought as you dreamily watched her walk out of the coffee shop.

“Okay. Am I going to regret coming?” You jumped at the unexpected appearance, causing you to spill your coffee. You mumbled several choice expletives under your breath as you desperately attempted to salvage the papers that you had spent the entire morning working on.

Realizing that the attempts were futile you crumpled the papers and focused on drying the table. “We’re off to a great start already.” You heard Leigh sarcastically muse from her place across from you.

Nerves bloomed in your chest, knowing it was actually Leigh sitting across from you. You treaded forward cautiously. “S-sorry. I’m glad you made it out, Leigh. It’s good to see you.” You stuttered out.

“I would ask how the coffee is, but it looks like the table would know more than you would.” Even more sarcasm. Definitely Leigh. Like you had noted when Wanda was there, Leigh was all sharp edges.

At the thought of Wanda, you leaned forward, pretending to not notice the way Leigh’s aloof attitude faltered slightly. “Do you have a twin?”

A dry laugh fell from Leigh’s lips. More controlled than Wanda’s. “What? Are you on drugs?”

“I think I may have just met your twin.”

Leigh’s stare became cautious when she realized you weren’t joking.

There it is! Debating making this into a series. If I did should Wanda have powers or should she just be a normal person? Also how does the title Love Me (Or Let Me Go) sound? :) Let me know what you all think, I’m excited to hear back from you all! Thoughts and comments always welcome!

#wanda maximoff #wanda #wanda marvel #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #sorry for your loss #leigh shaw #wanda mcu #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader

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anakinisvaderisanakin · 3 years

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Binary Sunset (AU post RotS, Beru Lars gets an unexpected visit and has to make a tough choice regarding her nephew)

“Who are you?”

Beru reared back, attempting to put as much distance as possible between herself whomever this thing was, staring her down with cold dead eyes.

“I have come for my son,” the figure said, its voice deep and monotone and distinctly male.

Glancing behind herself into the sleeping quarters of the homestead, she saw that the infant child was still asleep in his cradle. She made sure not to give away his location, but when she turned her attention back to the intruder, her heart was already sinking. He had not moved. In fact, he might have been taken for a statue, had it not been for the loud wheezing breaths of a respiratory device of some kind. The man bore a cape, as black as the uniform full body suit and armour covering him. It danced in the twilight wind, as the two suns glowed behind him like red orbs. Their intense heat seemed insignificant, compared to the burning hatred Beru could feel from the man’s covered eyes.

“I don’t know your son.”

“Is that so.”

His mask gave nothing away, stoic, resembling a human skull. His words seemed a statement, rather than a question, as if he was making a mental note of her defensiveness. Tall, broad shouldered, menacing. Beru hoped she came off as genuine, but when he took a step towards her, she felt the primal urge to run inside, grab the child and flee.

“There is a child in your sleeping quarters,” said the man, after a long, chilling silence despite the sunlight still spilling in orange hues over the sand dunes. “He is not yours.”

“He is!” Beru heard herself growl, shocked by how possessive she had become of the little one in such a short span of time. “He is mine!”

“He is not. You may have taken him in as next of kin, but he is not yours to claim.”

Beru clenched her jaw, throwing a quick glance over her shoulder at the cradle. He was still blissfully unaware, swept in a soft duvet as he cooed in his sleep. Even over the persisting hissing of the intruder’s breathing, she focused on the child.

Luke. Precious little Luke, destined for so much more than life as a poor moisture farmer. Face set hard, Beru made sure to place herself in the middle of the doorway, just outside the threshold. She would not back down, whatever that decision would entail. The ex-Jedi who had delivered him might have grander plans, plans this stranger might be involved with, but she wanted the boy safe. On Tatooine, if he was taught to fend for himself, to steer clear of Jawas, Tusken raiders and womp rats, he might become an ordinary young man some day. Without the mystical sorcery his father had fallen prey to luring him in.

“He is mine. We have adopted him, we are his only living relatives. He has no one else.”

Beru hoped she sounded genuine to the menace, hoped she was appealing to some sort of sympathy or compassion behind the threatening visage. When he spoke, his tone was even deeper than before, a rumble rivalling that of any fully grown krayt dragon.

“Do not lie to me,” he warned, and moved so suddenly Beru couldn’t help but gasp in mixed horror and startlement.

But all he did was raise one arm, letting the open palm hover midair, facing the woman’s face. She blinked, confusion seeping in - and then her head exploded from within. She flinched, as a sharp pain ground its way into her temples. The ache travelled down her spine, a loud ringing in her ears overpowering any senses as her vision went bright white - shutting out both the mysterious visitor and the binary sunset. She whimpered, her own hands flying up to cover her ears. She wanted to scream, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as she thought what felt like an ice pick being drilled right through her brain.

And then, it was gone. As if it had never been there to begin with. Unable to control her sobs, her legs gave out beneath her and she sank to the ground. She panted, terrified of the man before her, of the agonizing headache returning. She could not explain it, but there was no doubt in her mind that the two were connected. The stranger had hurt her without laying a finger on her, if he was able to do that, what else was he capable of? If she had been wary before, now she was terrified.

“I - I am… not lying,” she managed to whisper, voice hoarse and unsteady.

“No. You are not.”

Surprisingly, the man agreed as he let his hand fall to his side. A wave of relief washed over Beru, but she was not prepared to build her hopes up that he may show her mercy and leave her and Luke alone. Luke needed to stay here, for his own safety. The Jedi had promised her he would keep them safe, and she had promised to love Luke as her own son. That meant defending him as if he were.

“You are not lying. You know only what Kenobi has taught you.”

Beru wiped her face with her sleeve as best she could, hoisting herself into an upright position with one hand pressed to the clay wall by her side. She clung to it for support, but through her watery eyes she saw that the stranger seemed more resolute, his stance more determined. She trembled, but stood her ground.

“I won’t speak of it. Not to you. Not to anyone. He warned us of strangers.”

“Kenobi is a liar and a traitor to the Empire, as are all Jedi. Would it be beneath an attempted murderer to lie?”

The stranger’s voice bore the same, mechanical character but it was sharper now, like a bark. Beru felt the hatred from before had returned, but didn’t seem to be directed at her. The way the man said ‘Kenobi’ revealed everything about whom the loathing was aimed at.

“I don’t understand,” the woman shook her head, cold sweat still soaking her forehead and she wiped her brow with her sleeve.

“He told you the child has no living relatives, did he not?”

Beru’s eyes widened, before suspicion crept back in. She swallowed hard against the lump in her throat, willing herself to restrain herself from shedding any more tears. Even though she was still breathless, still shivering, still afraid.

“I never said it was him,” she settled for, as her retort.

“I am warning you to play along, or I may need to apply different methods to assure your complacency,” was the reply, and the man raised his hand again.

The threat was enough, and Beru shook her head vehemently, arms coming up to shield herself from another head splitting, intrusive mental assault. What she had assumed before was true, he had been controlling whatever power had tormented her senses. How? Why? Nothing made sense, but she believed him and that was enough.

“You are wiser than most. Fetch the child.”

“What?” the woman croaked, all the blood draining from her face as the intent behind the demand hit her.

“Fetch. The. Child,” he repeated, this time using his raised arm to point his finger at the doorway.

Only a sliver of pink and orange sunlight remained on the horizon. Owen wouldn’t be back in several hours. Beru hesitated, unwilling to comply, but found she could not resist. She could either obey, or protest and get herself killed. The stranger would take Luke away either way, she already knew that.

Stubborn tears welled back up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she slipped back into the primary living area of their homestead. Passing through another low doorway, she approached the cradle cautiously. She didn’t want to wake the child, didn't want to frighten him. Hushing him, or perhaps herself and her own soft sniffles, she picked the little bundle up. Beru made sure Luke was neatly wrapped in his duvet as she cradled him to her chest, rocking her arms gently when it seemed he might wake up. She breathed a sigh of relief when he settled back down, cooing and letting out a soft snore. Swallowing hard, Beru kept her head low and kept her gaze steady on the blonde tuft of hair on Luke’s head where it stuck out from underneath his pajamas.

Not until she had crossed the threshold, relying solely on her periphery and memory, did she tear her eyes away from the infant. The intruder hadn’t moved an inch, the now chilly, crisp air biting at Beru’s tears streaked cheeks. When she spoke, her voice was soft but defiant.

“If you want him, you’ll have to go through me first.”

“It would be foolish of you to presume I wouldn’t,” he simply stated, his tone matter of fact.

“He’s my boy.”

Once again, Beru hoped he had a heart somewhere behind the exterior facade of menace. Beyond those strange, terrifying powers he had displayed.

“He is not. The child belongs with his father,” said the man.

“The child’s father is dead. So is his mother. I and Owen are the only family he has left, he has no one else. He means nothing to you, whoever you are. He means the world to me.”

“Then, we have something in common,” stated the stranger, and it took Beru a tad too long to understand what he meant.

“I… don’t understand. I don’t understand any of this. Not Kenobi, not you,” she felt the weight of realization as something began to dawn on her, but refused to voice it and see it confirmed.

The man shifted then, stalking closer with a couple of long strides. As he moved closer, Beru tipped her head back, staring up at his frightening stature but unwilling to turn away, for fear of what he might do if she lost an ounce of focus. He seemed much more focused on the bundle in her arms, however, and she instinctively held the child closer to her body for protection. The man was huge, towering over her, looming like a hungering predator ready to strike. The lenses of the mask he wore were a deep, crimson red, she noticed now. The colour filled her with dread, entrancing as she watched him peer in what could have come across as stunned silence at the peacefully slumbering infant. One the man’s large, gloved hands came up to reach for the boy, and Beru almost yelped in fear.

But instead of harming Luke with just a look, Beru was shocked to see the man touch the infant’s chubby little cheek with an unearned, unexpected tenderness. It was just a simple, gentle graze of fingertips, and a smile pulled at the corners of the child’s lips. He was still asleep, but he cooed something intelligible, one tiny hand reaching for the stranger’s index finger. The stranger seemed cautious, and Beru almost believed he was concerned, maybe even scared of accidentally hurting the boy.

“Kenobi would rather have you believe the child’s parents had perished,” said the stranger, but his attention was still single handedly on the infant.

“Where else would they be? Kenobi told us the Jedi order had been executed, framed for high treason. He told us Anakin Skywalker died with the rest of his kind.”

“They were not framed, they were the instigators. But I am not here to discuss politics that may result in your immediate execution, and neither should you.”

The threatening note to the man’s voice was back, and Beru pinched her lips tightly together. She knew by now that Luke’s life had never been on the line, not given how carefully the stranger was interacting with the sleeping form. Her life, however, was still in mortal peril - and perhaps Owen’s was, too.

“The fact still stands,” Beru dared to say, bracing herself. “That Anakin is dead, and Luke has no one but us.”

“Luke…”

The name was said so gently, so softly that Beru almost thought she had imagined it. Despite the harsh diction, the flat delivery seemed so genuine and heart felt. Gaze darting between the intruder’s mask, and Luke’s pleased expression as the man let him close his little fist around his finger, the suspicion only grew stronger in its persistence.

“Yes. Luke. His mother named him before she died, Kenobi said. Unless that was another lie,” the woman trailed off.

“She did believe you were a boy,” mused the man, almost wistful as he seemed to be speaking directly to the small child.

Still, the words left an impression. A cold, gnawing sensation settled at the pit of Beru’s belly; clawing its way up into her chest cavity where it remained, desperately grinding from the inside as if attempting to force itself out. There was something eerie and uncanny about the stranger, something distinctly familiar. Familiar, yet foreign. Known, yet unknown. She peered down at the infant in her arms, the love she had developed for the little boy overpowering, overwhelming her. Then, she ignored the alarm bells at the back of her mind, the voices screaming at her to resist the urge. Instead, she slowly held the baby out in front of her, face set hard and throat tight as a lump settled at the base. The ball of tears rose, until her eyes were once more brimming with tears.

The stranger eyed her with what could only be perplexed confusion, as if he was in disbelief that she would entrust him with the child. She remained motionless, as he seemed to be weighing his options. Then, with stilted, jerky motions, he lifted both arms. He reached for the bundle, and with caution as if the boy was made of glass, as if he were so fragile he might break at the simplest touch, the stranger accepted him. The scene was ridiculous; a man looking like the reaper himself had come straight from a galactic battlefield while shielding the very icon of innocence in his grasp.

“You said his Anakin isn’t dead. If he’s alive, then where is he?” Beru said, and the calm, collected manner in which she delivered those words surprised even her.

The stranger said nothing, but he did look at her.

A long, pregnant silence fell as the darkness of night finally settled over the farm, and the Lars’ homestead. Beru wrapped her arms around herself for warmth, blinking back the tears pooling in her eyes. She had wanted him to say it, to verbally verify and confirm what she suspected. It was impossible to deny, as she studied the wonder and amazement with which the stranger regarded Luke. What surprised her most, though, was when he hid the child close against his chest, and held her gaze. She felt his stare burning into her soul, his presence no less imposing than it had been when he first appeared.

Beru found she couldn’t speak. She had nothing to say, and even if she did, it would have made no difference. She understood, and took a step back as she nodded at him, encouraging him with a mournful smile. He was dangerous, that much she could tell. The stranger was vicious, ruthless, and cruel. But he held a tremendous fondness for this child, and in that, Beru could see herself. In that, Beru found the strength to acknowledge that the stranger was, in fact, no stranger at all. Even as he turned his back, cape billowing behind him while he began to trudge through the sand in a direction only he knew where it might lead, Beru was certain that the man would keep Luke safe.

As the man grew smaller in the distance, Beru allowed herself to weep again, watching her nephew disappear into the ice cold desert night. Still, something nagged at her compelled her to make a bargain in turn. Not that she had anything to offer, but she was convinced the man who was not a stranger would be inclined to agree.

“Promise me Luke will be safe with you!”

The intruder halted. Sand whirled around his boots, starlight bouncing off the man’s domed helmet as a gleaming beacon of hope in the darkness. She sensed an odd, reluctant sort of foreboding but stood her ground. He did not speak, but he didn’t have to. She knew the answer and she knew he would not have come this far if he didn’t have the intention to keep the boy out of harm’s way. She didn’t know the man well, never had, but she knew Luke. Shutting her eyes, Beru accepted the silence as the confirmation she had been looking for. She had been left alive, living to tell the tale. She knew he had come to kill her, she didn’t understand how, but somehow it was clear. Somehow, Luke would be okay. The man needed the infant, more than the infant needed him. It was the next right thing to do.

“Thank you, Anakin.”

Beru couldn’t be certain, but something told her Luke had a better chance at the kind of life he was meant for in the hands of his father.

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You all knew where this was going, haha. I did intend to post this as another installment of Mask of Death but I’m not sure I should throw a non-canon compliant chapter in there as all others have been as compliant as fanfics can be. Let me know whether I should make an exception for this one or not!

I’m a sucker for dad!Vader and baby!Luke.

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obae-me · 3 years

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Maid!Brothers

Here you go folks, some maid brothers as a treat. I know these are also probably just what they did for the butler event but...maids. SFW for these ones, although with enough convincing, I might be pressed to make NSFW ones. Enjoy!

Congratulations! For better or for worse, and for the next few days, the demons that reside in the House of Lamentation are now your maids. Is this due to a curse? Another one of Diavolo’s somewhat sadistic schemes? A dare gone too far? Perhaps you’ve used your pact powers for good evil? Who knows at this point? And to be fair, who cares how it started when you have seven demons greet you at the door every morning?

Lucifer

He was very much not pleased at first. At all. But not for the reasons you’d expect. All of his time spent serving you completely is going to disrupt his enormous piles of work. However, Diavolo has given him a few days leave to...explore this new...career. Now that he’s in this situation with no way out for the foreseeable future, he has no choice but to be the best maid the likes of which you or the Devildom has never seen before. He must go the full mile for the sake of his pride. No one will be making fun of him once he perfectly fulfills his role, and just because he’s wearing a dress and an apron doesn’t mean he’s not still completely bone-chillingly intimidating. In fact, now that he has more free time and his eyes on you nearly everywhere you go, this new form of his is almost scarier.

He wears a traditional outfit; Victorian. One with the long unruffled skirt and sleeves. You hardly see him in white, so the stark pureness of his apron and headband are almost off-putting, but it grows on you quickly. The buttons on his collar and cuffs are a bright royal blue. He’s insistent on still wearing his gloves, which somehow only add more flair to his uniform. You never assumed he’d be caught wearing something like this, and yet he’s so confident in it, you could mistakenly assume he’s done this before.

His main chore is making sure the other maids (his brothers) are fulfilling their duties. He’s written up a beautiful schedule complete with shift changes and chore swaps so no one can complain too much. If he hadn’t done this, nothing would get finished, and all of his brothers would end up flocking to you instead. Of course, with him being in charge of this, no one can prevent him from making sure he gets to stick by your side more than the others by a considerable margin.

Everything he does is absolutely flawless. Your room has never been cleaner or more organized, although now you have a difficult time finding any of your things. Your pens are gathered up by...ink density? And your clothes by material? Now you’re resorted to ask for his assistance. He knows exactly what you like, and how you prefer it prepared. And once, you’d even begin to sneeze and he’d already prepared a handkerchief for you.

Of course...this new caretaking biz of his has unlocked a new side of him, or at least a side he’s never had the time or energy to show. He’s unbelievably, heart-wrenchingly, mind-numbingly...fussy. Constantly straightening your clothes, fixing your hair, asking you every five minutes if there’s anything he can do. You’re unsure if he feels you’re incapable of doing anything right by yourself, or if he just has such an overwhelming urge to take care of you that he can’t even let you put your own shoes on.

“Master, I can’t help but notice you’ve not completed your assignments for today. I’ve already prepared your desk, let me escort you to your room.”

“Master, I know Super Crunchy Devil-Sweet Cookies are your favorite, but they are not good for you. Here, I’ve already prepared a perfectly healthy snack. I know you’ll love it.”

“Master, it is five minutes till your bed-time. I am fully aware you are an adult...yes...nonetheless, I have your bed prepared and will not leave till you are safely in a slumber. I will tuck you in, you must get good sleep after all.”

“Master, let me make sure your bathwater is a safe temperature.”

“Master, let me cut your food for you.”

As the days dredge on, he gets more desperate. It’s been a while since you’ve done something on your own. Lucifer is almost always there. You enjoy it to a degree, but it’s a tad...how do we say...suffocating, knowing your every action is under his watchful gaze. At this moment in time, you’re still unaware if this is how he naturally is, or, without endless work to hold him back, if he’s spiraling out of control. Either way, as much as you appreciate him taking complete care of you, you’ll be happy when the old Lucifer is back.

However, as much as he pushes you, you enjoy the moments with him. You find more fondness for him with every soft brush of his gloves, with all the things he keeps hidden in his pockets only to brandish them whenever you need them.

At one point, you’d both been so drained from the day’s activities, you both went for a stroll in the garden to clear your heads. Yawning, you took a seat on the soft grass, your back leaned up against the trunk of a tree. As you listened to the wind rustle the leaves, Lucifer looked down at you with a small frown. Then, sighing, he joined you, tucking the fabric of his skirt against his legs as he sat. How long had it been since he had simply sat outside for some air? Too long. You both embraced the silence for a moment. No more chattering maids, no more assignments, just the sound of gentle breaths against the breeze. You tilted your head back, watching from the corner of your eye as Lucifer brushed a stray leaf off his apron.

“I’ve exhausted you,” he proclaimed in a soft voice.

You couldn’t quite tell him he hadn’t…”I’m just tired in general.”

He huffs, knowing he was right but not pushing you any further. “Here…” You feel his gloved hand cup the back of your head. The heart in your chest squeezes, but you allow him to guide your body in a lying position, head in his lap. You can’t find the breath to say anything, so you simply adjust into a comfortable position, bringing one of your hands close to your face to gently grasp the apron fabric.

You don’t remember falling asleep, so you don’t recall Lucifer’s arm wrapping around your waist, his sigh of relief when you get some rest, and his eventual slumber when he too lets the peace of your company lull him to sleep.

Maybe him being a maid wasn’t so terrible after all.

Mammon

He was also not happy. So unhappy in fact, he’d refused to have anything to do with this. How is he supposed to make money off this whole deal? Where’s the fun? The thrill? No, no, no, he was absolutely not going to participate. He expected some sort of begging or coercion, but actually each of his brothers were alright in knowing each of them would have more time with you with Mammon out of the way. Well, out of everything, he was not having that. Right after his outburst, he was all too happy to be onboard. He proclaimed he was going to be the best, the cutest, the most amazing maid ever. Naturally. So, all of his brothers might as well go home and leave it to him. The Great Mammon would take it from here. One, they were already home. Two, no, none of them were leaving. As a maid, he’ll most likely end up messing up a lot of things, but you’ve never seen him try harder in his life for something that wasn’t attached with a price tag. And that honestly made it worth it.

He wears a uniform with short sleeves and a mid-rise skirt that stops right at his knees. It sort of reminds you of a diner outfit more than a maid uniform, with two separate pockets sewn into the apron. The apron itself doesn’t go over the chest and around the neck, instead, it simply ties around the waist. The bow wrapped in his hair and his knee-high socks are a pleasing gold color, one that matches the sunglasses he still wears despite it not fitting the rest of his look.

His main chore is errand boy. He’s running from here and there to get you and his brothers what they need to carry out their chores. He’s always busy buying groceries, delivering things to your room, dropping off supplies for the other maids to use. Not only is he the fastest so this is more efficient, but it does a pretty good job of wearing him out at the end of the day.

He always has had the capacity to be cute, but somehow with this new occupation of his, he’s become increasingly adorable. And it’s during this time where you realize how much he cares and pays attention to you. He may be considered a terrible maid, but you appreciate his efforts and the gifts he bought for you, even if he had spent the money for food on it. And where Lucifer strives to keep you safe, Mammon strives to keep you entertained, even if it means going against his older brother’s carefully laid plans.

“Master! While I was out grocery shopping I saw your favorite snacks and snagged them for ya! If you eat them now, I’ll take the trash away so Lucifer never knows, eh?”

“Here is your dinner, Master. I’m sorry it’s so late, Satan was making it all wrong! Tch, What kind of maid forgets that you prefer it prepared soft and without any Super Spicy Devil’s Sauce? I had him remake the whole thing for ya.”

“Welcome home, Master! I’ve finished all my errands for today! So...can I...spend the rest of the day serving you personally?”

“Hey! Master! Lucifer is busy helping Asmo with the laundry, how about we sneak away? You deserve to have a little bit of fun, eh?”

“Master? Oi, Master?...I can’t sleep...can I get something for you? Anything?...No, I didn’t say nothin’, go back to bed.”

Despite the fact that he’s been working non-stop for a change, he’s not that different from the normal Mammon except...maybe not as tsundere. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the beam of joy in his face when he got to welcome you home. He’d make sure if you had another tasteless healthy dinner that there would be a steaming cup of ramen on your nightstand. He’d always keep a little gift in the confines of his apron pockets to give to you anytime he saw you. He’d no longer try to hide his affection, only now he’d excuse it away under the maid excuse. You’d miss it.

You’d especially miss the thrill of having him squirrel you away, the shared giggles between the two of you as Lucifer and his other brothers would run all throughout the house, all in a tizzy, looking for where you’d run off to. Mammon and you both were aware they’d find you in time, so you’d never take the moments for granted.

With one of those moments, he helped you up to the roof through the window. Absolutely dangerous? Probably, but he never once let you go. As he grasped your hand, helping you get steady footing amongst the shingles, the voice of frantic maids calling your title could be heard below. You lifted your head to look in Mammon’s eyes before the two of you started laughing.

“How long ya wanna bet?” The glint in his eyes shone brightly against the Devildom moon, the cheeky tug of his lips manifesting into a smirk.

“This time around?” A breathy scoff escaped your lungs, interrupted by the booming voice of Lucifer calling out Mammon’s name. You didn’t have long. “Ten minutes, tops.”

“Ten?” His eyebrows raised, and he gave a little tisk. “I say seven. If I win, I get to keep this little trinket in my pocket.” He pat his hand over the proclaimed pocket, your curiosity sparking. “If you win, I give it to you.” You both heard a door slam open, and so Mammon quickly grasped the sides of your shoulders to pull you both away from the edge. But it had been too late. Lucifer was on the roof before you two before you could even blink, dragging you both inside the house from the back of your collars.

You had figured Mammon won, since technically it was closest to his guess, however, later that night you found a strange little gift beside your bed. He’d won yet still given you his prize...

Levi

Secretly excited. A little embarrassed, but pleased about the fact that he basically gets to cosplay? Without anyone making fun of him? It’s a little dream of his, and he holds maids in high regard so he gets a short confidence boost. In fact, for the first time in a while, his brothers look to him for advice. He knows all about maids after all, so he knows how to act, what to do, and what to say. No longer is anyone teasing him for being knowledgeable about this topic. As a maid, his Moe points went up by 35, his Dandere points went up by 10, but your overall love for him goes up drastically.

You know he has to wear the most kawaii maid uniform you’ve ever seen. It goes mid-thigh, the skirt poofy from multiple ruffled layers. There’s an orange bow across the chest, some lining the skirt, and one large one in the back. It’s very Lolita, little lacy details scattered everywhere, even his headband. The only thing keeping his legs from being bare are the thigh-high stockings pulled over his feet. He was very embarrassed at first. He stayed in his room for who knows how long until he was sure everyone else was dressed up too. They tried teasing him, but the stars in your eyes and the exclamation of how cute he looked forced everyone else’s mouth shut. Now his siblings are the envious ones.

Levi doesn’t really have one main chore, but his focus naturally centered around anything water related. Watering the several plants in the house, washing dishes, scrubbing tubs, mopping the floors etc. He takes on more than anyone expected him to, but he doesn’t mind having a longer list. Not only is it simply a maid’s duty which he’s proud to uphold, but he sees them as objectives. Plus he doesn’t mind keeping busy, he’d go crazy without something to do.

Surprisingly enough, Levi is almost neck and neck with Lucifer as best Maid. He gets things done quickly and efficiently. Levi’s determination has helped the House of Lamentation stay squeaky clean, and his shy stuttery nature somehow enhances this role of his. If it’s his unhinged personality or simply an act, you’ll never know. He can hardly look you in the eye, keeping his head bowed, and whether it goes against Lucifer’s wishes or not, he’s all too ready to help get you whatever you desire, as a good maid should.

“W-welcome home, Master. No, please don’t step there! The...the floor is still wet, please forgive me. H-here, let me help guide you to the stairs.”

“Let--let me pull your chair out for you, Master. There we go...is that good? Did--did I do okay?”

“I can’t believe Lucifer denied you what you wished for?! That’s not what a maid is supposed to do! They’re supposed to do everything! They should do what their master asks with a grin and a bow! I can be ten times the maid he is!...So...tell me what it is you want, Master, and I--I will do everything I can to fulfill it for you…”

“I-I know I’m not as good as the other maids, but please, Master, let me do something for you!”

Nothing makes him happier than seeing the smile on your face when he does something right. Only, he makes you a little worried. He’s been pushing himself really hard for this. Suddenly changing his lifestyle all at once must be difficult for him. How has he not gone crazy without playing any of his games?

So you indulge him when you have the chance, ordering him to play a game with you or recommend a new show. Then the excited Levi comes back into view, some of the stress melting away as he describes the shows he knows you will love the best. You do like Maid Levi, but you miss his little rants about broken plot, his cries over character death. The otaku that you’d come to know he had hidden himself away these last few days. You’d be happy for him when it was all over.

Until then, you’d let him take care of you. Even if you didn’t need or want anything, you’d go send him off to do something, watching him swell with happiness. Whenever he’d return, you’d make him bow, taking the time to rub his head and assure him he was doing a swell job.

“Why don’t you get some rest, Levi? You’ve done a lot for me today.”

“I can’t!--I mean, I’m alright, Master. It’s my duty to always be attentive!” He attempted a little curtsey, but you could notice his legs slightly tremble.

“Levi…” Once again, you brushed your hand over the top of his head, a finger curling around one of his strands. “You’ve done the most out of everyone here, and even Lucifer is exhausted. I order you to get some rest.”

“But--”

“You would deny a direct order from your Master?” You raised an eyebrow, but kept the soft smile against your lips. He stiffened, but then slowly shook his head. “Good. While you’re at it, I order you to eat a good meal, take a shower, and get at least 8 hours of sleep, understood?”

All he could do was stammer, shifting the weight of his body from one foot to the other. How long had it been since he’d taken decent care of himself? Much too long, probably. You’d felt strange at first dishing out orders left and right, but you didn’t hesitate with these, holding your ground until Levi lowered his head and obeyed.

At least you still had a few more days left with this power. Maybe you’d make him say something nice about himself tomorrow.

Satan

His annoyance was outweighed by the intriguing curiosity. He’d read about maids in some of his history books, but never had the opportunity to see one much less become one. So, he decided to give it a shot as a learning experience. After all, it was only for a few days, and unlike some of his brothers, he could handle nearly anything for a few days. Besides, he saw this as another opportunity to annoy Lucifer at any turn as well as one-up him by being the better servant.

He wears a cat maid outfit, he really didn’t see another option. The fake cat ears atop his head match his hair color perfectly, as well as the fake tail tied around his waist, sticking out of the skirt. There’s a small kitty shaped hole in the middle of his chest and a green paw print pattern in the corner of his apron. A shiny golden bell attached to a green ribbon adorns his neck. He wasn’t embarrassed putting it on, but once he saw the look on your face when you first caught the sight of him, for once he nearly hid away. He could hardly breathe once you started playing with the bell strapped to his throat.

His main chore is cooking. He knows his way around the kitchen well enough and always knows the proper cookbook if he needs to look up something new. Plus, he always tries to go the extra mile, adding little designs to the food he makes for you. Of course, they’re all cat themed. Not only does he find this a great creative outlet, but he relishes the look of excitement on your face when he lifts the lid to the tray. He loves it even more when you upset Lucifer by setting aside your work for him.

His rather bold and assertive nature slowly melted away with time as a maid. Shy Satan is a rare character indeed, and it has you wondering if this is some sort of act he’s putting on for your amusement. He has been secretly taking lessons from Levi after all. Wherever this new side of him came from, you did your best to enjoy it while you could.

“Here is your lunch, Master...I...do you really want me to say it?...Ahem, I--I’m sure you’ll find it cooked to purr-fection…”

“You called for me, Master? Really? You--I--fine...Nya~...can...I go back to work now?”

“I’m not one to question you, Master, but...Is petting my head while I read to you truly necessary?...Alright then...Just don’t tell anyone else about it, please.”

“Master, do you know anything about the strange red light that’s been distracting me from my duties? You know nothing, huh? Hmm…”

“Meow-ster, Paw-lease, I beg of you, no more cat puns.”

Out of everyone so far, you’ll be the most upset when Satan goes back to his normal lifestyle. He would always be off, doing whatever he wanted, requesting your presence at the strangest and almost most inconvenient of times. As a maid, you always knew where he was, and now he would receive affection on your terms, not his. Although, you can tell it’s driving him a little stir crazy, his head snapping to around with the slightest of noises.

So, you thought leaving him to his own devices for a day and not teasing him would be good for him. So, that day, when he brought you breakfast, you thanked him and nodded, beaming at the whiskers on your pancakes, but then sent him away. He curiously tilted his head, but left you in peace. Lunch came, and you did the same, but this time he frowned. You even went as far as to tell him not to worry about dinner, thinking he needed more of a break, but that’s when he spoke his feelings.

“Have I upset you in some way today, Master?” He turned his head slightly away from you, but kept your gaze.

“Of course not, I just thought you deserved a break from my joking today. I’m sure it’s not fun, being stuck inside most of the day, having me as your master.” You gave him a grin of assurance, but he only seemed more upset.

“Do you think I would put as much effort into my service as I do if I didn’t think you were a worthy Master?” He took a small step towards you. “I’m here because I want to be here, so don’t push me away.” He brushed his forehead against your shoulder, blushing but smiling brightly as you rubbed the top of his head.

He could stay like this for a while longer, you didn’t mind.

Asmo

Possibly the most excited of the bunch. Typically, he’s never a fan to take care of someone other than himself, but he did count you as an exception. He would look absolutely adorable for the next few days? And so would his brothers?! It had taken centuries of pointless begging to try to get them to dress up, but they never did, but somehow you always managed what he could not. He was a little clueless at first on how to take care of someone else, but then he figured he would treat you like he did himself, which resulted in the most caring and loving Asmo you’d seen so far.

Did he already have an outfit in mind? Most definitely. Honestly, he attempted to wear nothing but an apron, but that plan was quickly quashed by his siblings. However, he still found a way to rock the maid outfit in his own way. It was a French style uniform, the top squeezing him like a corset. The skirt was so short, it just reached the top of his thighs. Instead of socks, he opted for fishnet tights and a pair of high heel shoes. How he would get anything done in that, you would never know, but he managed despite all odds.

His main chore consisted of mostly laundry. Washing all the sheets, clothes, and curtains in the house, which would take up a surprising amount of his time. He’d make your bed and fold your clothes, preparing an amazing outfit for you to wear the next day. Other than that, he always made sure you and everything else around him looked amazing.

Not much changed at first, he seemed like normal Asmo, complimenting his looks, standing in strange poses as he went about his daily chores. Then, slowly, he talked about you more, paying more and more attention to you till the unthinkable happened, he neglected himself to make sure you were taken care of.

“Oh, Master! Look at what I’m doing! Wouldn’t you say I’m absolutely ravishing as a maid?”

“Master! I picked out an adorable outfit for you to wear tomorrow, it’ll almost be like we’re matching!”

“Master, please, I know Lucifer said this needs to be done, but look at your eyes. Come with me, we must treat you at once.”

“I’m not sure, Master, I think in this case, Lucifer is right. A healthy Master is a beautiful Master! Although, I think you’re breathtaking already. I couldn’t serve just anyone you know!”

“Shut up, Mammon, I don’t care what my hair looks like right now! Where did the Master run off to?! It’s been hours since they drank any water! Their lack of self care is going to be the death of me…”

Asmo ends up being another one for team health. He does your skin care in the morning and at night before you go to bed. Somehow, he always knows when you run out of water, right by your side to refill your cup/bottle before going back to his chores. Asmo makes a great maid, and you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t be sad to see him go back to normal.

Somehow, he had the magical potential to make coming out of your comfort zone as comfortable as could be. Would he still do the same when this was over? Well, you guessed you had to enjoy it in the moment while it lasted, while he could put you on a pedestal without shoving other people beneath it.

“Which one for tomorrow, Master?” He held up two articles of clothing, both of which were way different than you would normally think to wear.

You frowned, rubbing the fabric of one of the options between your fingers. “For me? I don’t think either of those...work with me. Is there something else?”

“Not work with you? Oh but, Master, anything can work for you. For example, This one,” He took the top and held it against your chest as he gestured to the mirror, “makes your eyes look amazing. And this one makes anyone look amazing, trust me.”

You took a deep breath in, after all, you’d only really be wearing it at home. “Okay, um...this one. Let’s be bold.” He squealed, setting the right outfit aside for the next day, mumbling something to himself about the most beautiful master in the Devildom...whatever that meant.

He always found a way to make you shine, and being a maid didn’t change that.

Beel

He was rather indifferent to the predicament. Everyone was fine? No injuries or foreboding death? He could still eat? No problem there then. It would disrupt his workout schedule more than he preferred, but he found creative ways to use his chores like an at-home gym session. Plus, any excuse to get to hang around you more or do something for you is something he can get behind. Unlike his other brothers, he’s not seeing this as a competition. He’s going to do what he can to the best and fullest of his abilities, just like he always does. For this reason, he’s always been a sort of foundation to depend on, and you’re glad his new position won’t change anything with him.

His uniform...was an issue at first. Either his sleeves and shoulders would rip or the buttons would pop off the chest, so it took a while until something could be form fitting but remain intact. It had gotten to the point where they opted out of sleeves altogether, they were just such a hassle. But other than that, Beel is surprisingly comfortable in a skirt. There’s no issues with the fabric needing to stretch and bend around his thighs. He could do squats for days without any tears! He does find it hard not to eat the red bows and ribbons on his outfit...they just look like pasta in the right lighting.

Like Levi, he has a lot of scattered cleaning to keep him busy. He mows the lawn, wipes down every window, and handles the vacuuming. It's a sight to behold watching him work. At one point, he got so focused, he picked up an entire couch with just one arm as he cleaned underneath. Do you slyly hide things under couches now to have him get it? That’s a secret only you know the answer to.

He’s very good with his tasks, but he struggles with, as Levi calls it, “Moe”. He does his best, and while he might not get the highest points in this category, just him trying is absolutely enough. He desperately wants to succeed, even if being cute is entirely new to him.

“Here, Master, I found this flower while I was working in the garden...do you want it?”

“Master, I...Satan has banned me from the kitchen...do you have any snacks left? I promise I’ll make up for it.”

“Master, please! Do not come in here while I am cleaning! What if something hurts you? Here, let me escort you to safety.”

“No….I won’t accept your dinner...you--you have to eat, Master. I know it’s not your favorite, but it’s good for you.”

“Hey! Where are you trying to go while no one’s looking? It’s not safe going alone, so I will come with you. Wherever you go, Master, I will be there with you…”

He and Lucifer make a great overprotective gang. Beel hardly ever goes against his older brother’s wishes, and in this case, he agrees that your health and safety come above all else. And only now is he worried about every little corner of the house. Boxes? Dangerous. Hot food? Dangerous. How could he live with himself if you burnt your mouth? But not to worry, he is there to make sure you are completely safe.

On one hand, you thoroughly appreciate his consideration, but on the other, you almost miss independence. Although, everything Beel does is with a little smile and those puppy-dog eyes you never have the strength to shoo away.

And actually, his concern did come in handy on a few occasions. There was the time where the cleaning chemicals ended up being dangerous for humans, the time a stack of boxes nearly fell on top of you, but the one you remember most, the time the lawn mower snagged on a pebble and shot it out. With incredible speed, he had tackled you to the ground. You were about to question him until the sound of breaking glass could be heard behind you.

“That was far too close,” Beel sighed, still covering you with his body.

His weight of pure muscle started to weigh heavy on your lungs. “B-Beel…” He quickly got up, helping you to your feet. He straightened the new wrinkles in your clothes, frowning as he cupped your face, squishing your cheeks as he checked you over for wounds. “Beel..I’m okay.”

He let you go as you grabbed his wrists, his brows furrowed deep in worry. “See, Master, I told you it’s dangerous. We should go right to your room.”

“You also said the same thing about my soup, Beel…but...thank you...you always know right when to get me out of trouble.”

With that, he widely beamed. “Of course, Master. That’s my main goal. I will do anything to make sure you are safe...”

Of course, none of that changes whether Beel is a maid or not. Protection is what he does best, that and eating. Although, as a maid, you never have to worry about him stealing your food...so you at least for a bit longer, your snacks are safe.

Belphie

He wasn’t the biggest of fans about the notion of being a maid. It just...sounded like so much work. Endless amounts of chores and menial labor? No thank you. Other than picking up after himself and the occasional chore rotation, cleaning for him was saved for mostly punishments passed out by Lucifer. So, being a maid sounded like torture. However, three things finally convinced him to come around to the idea. One, he always enjoyed ruffling Lucifer’s feathers whenever he could, and this had a lot of potential. Two, Beel was going along with it, and usually he followed his twin wherever he went. And three, you told him it was fine that he didn’t want to do it, which suddenly persuaded him to go along. He never said that he didn’t want to, but now that you mentioned it, he was going to do the opposite.

His uniform is extra poofy and soft. The sleeves are round, the skirt almost sticks out more than Levi’s, and his legs are covered in fleece-lined leggings. His apron and headband are covered in a cow print pattern, and a purple choker necklace decorates his neck. You attempted to coax his tail free to tie a small cowbell around the end of it, but he didn’t entertain the idea. Too noisy.

He’s mostly assigned to dust and straighten cushions and pillows. However, the idea was a bit flawed seeing as how he’d usually end up falling asleep on aforementioned pillows, only to have to have them be messed up right after he fixed them. Although, to be perfectly honest, he’d end up falling asleep no matter what chore he’d been assigned. Just seeing him work though is a feat in itself.

Belphie as a maid hardly changes a thing personality wise, he still tries to pry you away from your responsibilities, tempting you to join him in his slothful ways. So, alongside Mammon and Levi, he focuses on making you happy first and foremost, only, he hopes your wishes coincide along his own.

“Hey, Master, you look tired, how about you come take a nap? I did just fluff up your pillows for you, don’t they look cozy?”

“What does it matter what Lucifer suggested? You’re the Master, do whatever you want. He won’t be able to stop you.”

“I...zzz...no don’t eat that...Beel...Huh!? No I wasn’t sleeping, Master, I was just testing this cushion’s comfort levels. It passes.”

“Okay, I usually say it as a joke, but you’ve been up way too late, Master. Here, it’s a nice cup of hot chocolate I made for you, it should make you sleepy. Once you’re done, we’re going straight to sleep. Yes, I said we.”

He might not have changed all too much, but he does seem a bit happier, not as nonchalant about everything, plus he does get an absolute kick out of seeing Lucifer work alongside his siblings like everyone else. Although, the nighttime is when he thrives. While everyone else is asleep, he makes nightly rounds, ensuring everyone gets good rest, even Lucifer as much as Belphie acts like he can’t stand him.

During the night, if you can’t sleep or end up waking during odd hours, he enjoys being the only maid around. He can have you to himself, and it’s hard to deny a Master who looks as cute as you do when you’re sleepy.

“Another restless night?” He snuck into your room without a sound. He always seemed to know when you were awake.

“Yeah...just my brain won’t shut up I guess.” You groaned, your body trying to remind you that you were exhausted, your muscles aching as you moved.

“That won’t do at all. As much as I would enjoy you being up with me, my Master needs good rest.” He shook his head, and held out a single finger as he told you to wait before speeding away. When he returned, he threw a few more pillows onto your bed and unfurled a different blanket. Albeit a little forcefully, he shoved you back down onto the bed, pulling the new blanket over your shoulders. It surrounded you with fuzzy warmth, your eyes already heavy. The pillows smelled like sugar and lavender. “A little bit of help from Asmo and a nice dryer.” He settled down on his knees near your bedside, telling you stories about the stars until you fell into a restful sleep.

He might not be the best at his tasks, but he always served you in his own little ways.

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No, But I am Trying- Din Djarin x Reader

Forget Me Not Masterlist

This is the highly requested part two to Do you Remember?

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: After a long week, you and your husband try to work through the new routine. (I suck at summaries, just please read it, you won’t be disappointed.)

Warnings: memory loss, a tad bit of angst, mostly flufff

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It’s been a long and hard week. Your husband has been telling you all about your life before. But none of it has stuck. He asks you everyday if you remember something, and it pains you when you have to tell him no. It hurts to see those eyes glimmer in excitement but then to snuff out as he tries to hide his disappointment.

“Oh well, it was worth a shot.”

“Yeah, maybe soon.”

It’s always maybe. That’s a word you’ve come to appreciate more these past few days. Maybe. Not never and yet not when. He gives you the chance but still doesn’t expect you to remember. The perfect balance.

You appreciate this, how much he has been supporting you recently. However, you still feel awkward around him. You have no idea what your relationship was like before and how you acted. And so the two of you have been moving at your pace.

He still hugs and touches you: hands on shoulders or lips on foreheads. But he doesn’t ask anything of you. The worst is when he reaches out and stops himself, realizing that you’re not the same anymore. He doesn’t think you notice it, but you do. And to make it even more terrible, you want him to reach out, to show you what it was like before.

Sleeping arrangements have been… interesting recently. You both decided for the time being, you having your own space is the best option. So thus, he has set up your old bunk before the two of you got together. He offered you as many blankets as your heart desired. Big fluffy comforters and soft blankets with firm pillows. His excuse being, “Don’t want you to get cold.”

Tonight is no different, after saying your goodnights you pad over to the bunk and climb in under all the sheets. Enveloped in what you imagine as his arms, but in reality are just too many blankets that smell too heavily of him.

You toss and turn, trying to quiet your racing mind. It just feels lonely. More lonely than you’ve felt before. Usually once you fall asleep you forget all about these dreadful feelings. But tonight it seems even more powerful. Like if you don’t go to him you’ll suffocate.

But you can’t. The two of you agreed that at night time it’s alone time. Plus, he probably has enjoyed his own space, a quiet area where he can think and ponder. But, you already know you’re not getting any sleep tonight.

Cursing at yourself, you bite the bullet and stand up, keeping one blanket wrapped around you. You walk over to the shut door of his bunk and just stand there. Leaning back and forth you weigh the pros and cons of actually being here. But before you can the door slides open.

“Cyare?” His head lifts from the blanket, eyes still closed as his curls fall to frame his face.

“Oh umm, hi.”

“What are you doing?” He slides up to sit. When you give no answer he turns to face you. He leans his back against the wall and opens his thighs, making a spot perfect for your body. “C’mere, won’t bite.” His voice is gruff and raspy from sleep.

Slowly nodding your head, you slide in up against him. Your back fits right in against his chest. His arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you closer. Strong and powerful thighs frame your figure. His large feet stick out from the blanket.

You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. His own head tilts down and presses a kiss to your neck before falling back against the wall.

It’s warm in his embrace. His hold promises you security. It’s nice. To be held as if he let’s go you’ll fade away. To feel small and tucked away from the world. As if no one and no thing can reach you besides him. Your chest swells with adoration and relief at his silent whisper of protection.

You feel safe… in a way you never have before.

In this moment he holds you down to earth. Like an anchor to a ship. Or the thread that leads to a kite.

Before you can even register it, tears have started to fall from your eyes. They roll down your cheeks and land in large drops on your arm.

“Hey, hey, why are you crying?”

Taking one shaky breath, you nuzzle into his neck further. “I don’t know to be honest.”

You can feel his head bob as he gives a slow nod, his mind working to try and find a response. His hand lifts up and wipes away the fresh tears. “Are you sad?”

Shaking your head, more tears fall. “I think they’re happy tears.”

“Happy tears?” His voice is even more hushed, he’s not really asking you, more repeating what you said so it can process a little faster. “Why are you so happy?” He nips at your neck, his facial hair tickling your skin.

“Umm.” You stop and truly try to find a reason. “I think it’s because I’ve never felt so safe before.” Trying to think back, you can’t bring up any memory where you’ve felt as secure.

Your husband slowly nods his head, egging you to continue.

“Like, I just… right now, in your arms, I feel like nothing can harm me. And I guess, now that I’m thinking about it, I’ve never really had that feeling before.” The both of you stay silent for a moment. “It’s nice.”

His arms give you a squeeze. “Cyare I-... you have no idea what this means to me.” His lips kiss the top of your head. “I wish I had the words to tell you how I feel, but I don’t.” His head falls into the spot between your neck and your shoulder.

You can hear the sadness in his voice. “It’s alright, just you being here tells me everything I need to know.” One of your hands trails up to softly comb through his curls. He stays still, breathing in your scent.

How is this man able to do this to you? To break down every single one of your walls and yet still make you feel empowered.

“Did you do this a lot before…?”

“Do what?”

“Hold me. Like how you are now.”

He leans away from your neck, his head falling against the wall as he looks up towards the ceiling in thought. From the soft light of the buttons and switches in the Crest you can see his eyes start to water. “Many times.”

“Oh.”

Oh is all you can say. It’s all your mind can offer you right now. Because yet again you’ve disappointed him. Why can’t you remember these things?

“Let me try something?”

You look at him and nod.

Slowly his hands reach for your face as he urges you to face him. When you do, he rests his forehead against your own. You watch as he closes his eyes, and you follow him. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, par gar cuyir ner kar’ta.” He murmurs that phrase back to you like a chant.

It’s almost like a tidal wave has overcome you. Memories of him doing the exact same thing flood your brain. In public, in private, everywhere and anywhere. Whenever you sat next to him he uttered those words to you. Such a simple phrase and yet it holds so much meaning.

Gasping you open your eyes and take his cheeks into your palms. “I- I remembered.”

His dewy eyes open in a flash and he stares right into your own orbs. “What did you remember?” He can’t mask the excitement in his voice.

“This.” You press a kiss to his lips. “I remember how whenever I was near you, this is what you would say to me. Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, par gar cuyir ner kar’ta. I know you forever, for you are my heart.”

His own tears have started to fall as he smiles. “You do remember!”

“I do!” You both laugh as he pulls you into a strong hug.

“Oh cyare. I love you so much.” His cheeks are wet from his own tears.

“I love you too.”

He slides the two of you down, so you are laying on the bed. You pepper his cheeks with kisses and finally settle down on his chest.

Speaking to you in mando’a, his voice acts as a lullaby as you finally fall asleep. Your emotions exhausted from happiness, sadness, and excitement all balled into one big draining emotion. But it’s given the two of you light.

A wish.

A glimmer of hope.

No…

A promise to get your memories back.

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