#hope you dont mind that i turned this a little angsty anon
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Lips to yourself
Requested by anon (Thank you! its my first one!)
Request: “Not being able to unbutton your lover’s shirt because their kisses are everywhere”
Pairing: Eskel x reader
WC: 1.3k
Warnings: gn!reader (no pronouns), hurt/comfort, blood (barely), unbeta’d.
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The sky was grey and hanging over the world like a heavy blanket, brooding and growing darker as it threatened to shower your small town in a chilling rain. You had just finished harvesting some of your garden’s yield and leading Lil Bleater inside the cottage when you had to stop and look out. You lingered in the doorway, glancing down the path in an expectant manner, though nothing came.
It had been over three weeks since Eskel had left your little sanctuary here on the edge of town. Rumors had come in that the nearby town of Onryx had been terrorized by a strangely large nest of nekkers and needed immediate help. You hated to see him throw himself into such a blatantly dangerous contract, but you knew that this was just part of his job. Part of his existence as a Witcher.
Lately, your mind hadn’t been able to stop whirling with all the possibilities, coming up with dozens of reasons for your witcher's delay.
Maybe they haven't had good weather the last few days and he hasn’t been able to travel back yet? Maybe he got caught up with another contract or two along the way?
But no matter how you tried to think positive thoughts doubt had always crept back into your mind.
Was he too hurt to travel? Would anyone help him if he was?.... Or was he already gone..?
You were snapped out of your thoughts by Lil Bleater sharply tugging at the hem of your clothes, trying to bring you inside before the rain started to fall. You let a sigh fall past your lips but smiled softly as you turned away from the empty path and back to the little hoofed lady at your feet. “I know, I know… I’ll have dinner going soon and you can have as many vegetable scraps as you want.”
Closing the door behind you, you went to light the hearth and candles around the house, giving yourself a well-lit workspace despite the darkening atmosphere outside. Lil Bleater bounced around at your feet excitedly as you began dinner, eating up every little bit and peel of vegetable that you gave her.
Once your dinner was cooking and Lil Bleater had staked her claim on a warm blanket beside the hearth it had started to rain, gentle at first, then all at once.
Quietly you sipped your tea beside the fire and mended the holes in your clothes, when you were interrupted by the sound of a horse coming up to the house, followed by heavy footsteps.
At first, you were filled with hope that your witcher had finally returned and nearly leapt out of your seat as you got up. But when a knock came, one that sounded almost familiar, but not quite, you began so slow and grow cautious. Grabbing the heavy cast iron pan from the counter you slowly creaked the door open. Peeking through the gap, you gasped at the sight before you. The clang of the cast iron pan barely registered as it fell from your fingers, the only thing you took in was the sight of Eskel standing at your door. He looked soaked and tired and bloody as he stood in front of you and you’ve never been so happy to see him.
“Eskel..!” you all but yelled in surprise and nearly leapt into his arms as you hugged him, causing him to wince and groan under the pressure of your excited embrace. “Oh, sorry… I’m sorry… come in, let me get you fixed up.” you grabbed his hand and quickly pulled him inside towards the fire.
“Sorry, I’ve been so long… I Just-” he started in a low hoarse voice but was quickly cut off by the short kiss you pressed to his lips as you forced him to sit.
“You’re too polite, my love…” you said and started trying to get his gear off, pulling the swords away and trying to unlace his tunic. However, Eskel had been longing to be back for so long that he could not be sated by just one quick kiss.
He pulled you close once more and kissed you tenderly. It was a slow and exhausted kiss, but you can also feel how full of love it was, how hard those 3 weeks were for your beloved witcher.
“My love…” you said, pulling back just enough to get your words out. “I need to take care of you, you're still bleeding…”. You attempted to get back to your task of unlacing his tunic, but he now trailed his kisses down your arm and to your wrist. His gentle but firm grip pulled your hands away from his laces and held them close to his face, breathing in your scent deeply.
“Eskel-”
“I just want to hold you…” he interrupted; something he never did with you, but that only showed how important this was for him to get out. Your hands stilled as he spoke and after a beat of silence, you nodded your head for him to continue.
“The thought of being near you again…It’s all that's gotten me through these three weeks and I just- I just need to hold you…”, he finished and looked up at you, eyes locking with yours.
His eyes were…. Well, it was a look you hadn’t ever seen on him before—the look of barely pushing on even though you know you're safe, you're done. You took a second to look over the rest of him now, to really take all of him in. His shoulders were slumped as though the weight of this whole situation was pressing down on him like Atlas carrying the burden of the world. His wounds were still bleeding, and probably had been for the past few days, but it wasn't enough that he would die if left untreated for another hour.
“Okay…” you nodded “Okay. I’m sorry, my love…” You spoke softly and moved to stand between his legs as he scooted towards the edge of his chair. ”I am excited to see you, I’ve just been so worried lately”.
Eskel’s arms wrapped around your hips with a deep, almost relieved breath, and rested his cheek against your abdomen. Your hand came down and brushed the wet hair away from his eyes, your comforting and warm touch brushing it all away as your fingers grazed his skin.
“My beloved witcher…. I’ve missed you so much.” The fingers of your other hand wove themselves between the delicate hair at the nape of his neck. A pleased grunt tumbled out of him as your nails scratched gently at his scalp, just as you would do whenever he had trouble sleeping.
“I’ve got you now big guy…” you whispered as thunder rumbled on around you. Wet hair tickled your face as you leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head.
His gaze slowly moved upwards as you pulled back, searching along your face and finally settling on your eyes. His gaze already seemed less jaded and instead danced with the familiar unbothered love and devotion you had seen from him so many times before.
You held his face in your palm, warm dry skin against his damp cool cheek as you leaned down further to brush your lips together. Noses bumping carelessly against each other as your kiss deepened into something you hadn’t yet realized that you needed as much as you did. It was as though every worry, every doubt, every late-night without sleep had just seeped out of your body and been washed away by the heavy rain just past the windows.
You both pulled back as another bout of thunder rolled by, foreheads resting against one another. “I love you…” you both said in unison, causing a ripple of laughter to vibrate out from both of you. “I love you too..” you both replied and fell into laughter again.
This time you spoke before you two could copy each other again, “Let’s get you fixed up now, okay? Then we can hold each other all night...”
Quietly he nodded, the happiness of your shared laughter still painted on his face in the form of an easy smile. “Yes, Dear…”.
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Taglist: @writingmysanity @open--till--midnight
#eskel x reader#witcher eskel#eskel x y/n#eskel x you#hurt/comfort#Eskel#the Witcher#hope you dont mind that i turned this a little angsty anon#but i think i finished it nice and sweet!#i know i personally can get so caught up in things i need to do that sometimes i need to be reminded to slow down in the moment#always remember to take a breath guys!
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hi hi i saw your requests are open! can i request something fluffy or angsty maybe a little spicy with law, where you tell him that “all i want is you” fem reader or gn reader i don’t mind! thank you🩷
pairing: law x gn!reader
contents: angst, hurt/comfort, jealous!law, you're both kinda tipsy, making out to heartfelt conversation, complimenting law because he needs it, probably ooc
word count: .9k words
note: i dont know why, but this gave me so much trouble to write it was crazy. literally gator wrestled these words in a pile of mud. i got death rolled. but i'm happy with the results and i hope you are too anon <33 thank you so much for the request! :3
playlist: science/visions by chvrches
Law kissed you like you were about to disappear.
Hungry lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone where he nipped and sucked at your sensitive flesh. You sighed, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him closer. His hands were cold as they slid up your ribcage, you couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled from your lips.
Asshole. He wouldn’t think it was very funny if you tickled him mid-makeout. To keep from jamming your hands under his armpits in retribution, you busied yourself by pressing kisses to whatever part of Law your lips could reach. He groaned when you nipped at the shell of his ear, grinding his crotch against yours.
If you knew getting Law jealous would result in something so steamy, you’d do it more often. While you didn’t classify your conversation with that friendly bar patron as flirting, judging by Law’s insistence to mark every inch of skin he could find, he certainly did. You threw your head back and moaned when his teeth met the junction where your neck and shoulder met, soothing the bite with gentle laps of his tongue.
“Jeez, what’s gotten into you,” You managed to say between gasps. “Are you trying to eat me alive?”
He didn’t look up. Not a chuckle, not a glance, not even a smirk. After leaving your throat thoroughly bruised, Law moved onto your chest.
“I’ll get to that later,” He finally answered.
There was something off about Law. He refused to meet your eyes, completely single minded in his quest of turning you into a giant bruise. It wasn’t until his hands cupped your face did you notice that they were trembling. You wasted no time prying Law from your stomach, forcing him to meet your eyes. Whatever you expected, nothing prepared you for the split second glimmer of unease before it was promptly snuffed out by a glare.
“Woah, calm down, Law, you’re acting funny.”
He snorted and sat back on his heels. There was the scent of alcohol on his breath, and while you knew you indulged as well, he wouldn’t come back smelling of it from your lips alone. “Not as funny as that guy at the bar.”
Okay, he was really jealous.
“It wasn’t like that, he was telling me about the history of the town.”
Law rolled his eyes. “You were all over him.” Before the instinctual ‘was not’ was able to leave your mouth, he looked away and stuffed his hands in his pockets. His next words were barely audible, grumbled just under his breath. “You never laugh like that when you’re with me.”
Oh.
This went a little deeper than petty jealousy.
Pulling your shirt down, you sat up to meet Law’s stare. He seemed to regret the words as soon as they left his mouth, teeth clenched so tight you could see the tendons in his jaw jump. You patted the space next to you on his bed. “Sit down, we should talk.”
Stubborn as always, Law stayed standing. “I should get going, I have work to get done before morning.”
He turned on his heel, and before he was able to exit the room, your arm shot out to grab him. Law didn’t pull away from you, only let out a heavy sigh as your thumb traced tender circles onto the inside of his wrist.
“All I want is you, you know that, right?” When he didn’t respond, you tugged him closer. Law only budged because he wanted to. No one alive could make him do what he didn’t want to do. So as he slowly made his way to the bed, boots heavy against the floor, and sat down beside you, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You took his tattooed hand in your own, gently playing with his fingers. Law still wouldn’t look at you, gaze fixed stubbornly at the far wall. “Come on, you have to know that.”
The silence was deafening. In a desperate attempt to fill it, you nudged Law with a half-hearted smile. “You make me laugh all the time.”
“Not like that.”
That wasn’t good. You trailed your fingers along his arms where they met at his face. Tugging on his chin to manually force him to look at you, you spoke your next words earnestly. “I love you, Law. Not some rando at the bar. Yeah, maybe he made me laugh a little, but he doesn’t hold a candle to you. I love your dry wit. I love your intelligence. I love how you care for everyone on this ship before anything else. You’re a good person and a good doctor, I don’t know where I’d be without you.”
You must have gotten through to him because the tips of his ears were tinged pink. With a relieved smile, you placed a small peck to the corner of his lips. They twitched upwards, though you could tell Law tried to stifle it and keep his displeased expression.
“You can stop now,” He said, face two shades darker than usual.
“Oh, I’m just getting started.”
The rest of the night was spent with you singing Law’s praises that he consistently waved off, pretending like you couldn’t tell he liked it. Every so often, you would place a chaste kiss to the back of his hand or to his cheek, a sharp contrast to the hungry mouth that was on your mere minutes earlier. If Law really wanted you to stop, you would. All he had to do was say it.
Three hours passed with Law in your arms, and not once did the word ‘stop’ leave his lips.
#one piece x reader#trafalgar law x reader#trafalgar law x you#trafalgar law x y/n#law x reader#law x you#law x yn#.jesterwrites
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Ik i already sent a request to you but.. once you said you’re also accepting JJK requests. I just had to. I hope you dont mind this
Ok so im not into JJK as much as i am into Genshin and HSR and all but im aware of season 1 plot and some of season 2. But can i request Gojo and Geto with an underclassmen who they have a sibling like relationship die and came back as a curse spirit? (While this request have them together, you can make them seperate if you want)
Here the context:
So the reader is a year below Gojo and Geto. After some time since you guys met, the two of them sees the reader as their cute little sibling and in return the reader sees them as their cool big brothers. All was fine until the reader died from a mission. How did the reader die? They dont know. Both of them werent told how the reader died but if there’s one thing they were sure of, the reader wasnt killed by Jujutsu. Because what other explanations do they have when they see you come back as a vengeful spirit? A vengeful spirit they need to take out.
So in the JJK wiki, it is said that “Sorcerers must also be killed with Jujutsu or they can become a vengeful cursed spirit after death” Which makes a very good angsty sceanrio dont you think?
Hope you have a great day/night!
- Flower Anon 🌸
Hey there, Flower anon!! I absolutely love this idea, and thank you very much for the tasty angst. I've been itching to write some jjk angst, haha. Also, regarding your other request for the second part to the Lyney x reader one-shot, just know that I will make it in a separate post to your ask due to formatting issues! But either way, I hope you meanwhile enjoy this!<33
Content: Heavy angst, platonic relationships, Geto is deeply depressed, Gojo is in denial, hurt/no comfort, reader is a year younger than both of them, vague descriptions of readers death, mentions of blood/injuries, vague descriptions of jjk canon violence, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns!
Inspired by the song "Death" by Melanie Martinez
((Not fully proofread))
Back from the dead.
At first, you appeared in the flickers of lights, in the corners of mirrors, in the shadows casted by trees and their own bodies, in reflections of windows and water, in gruesome, awful dreams.
And then you began being there in larger ways. You'd stand behind them, follow them around, no matter where they went, no matter where they looked, you were right there.
It was easy to ignore you at first, act like you didn't exist, like you were just a part of their traumatised, exhausted imagination. When was the last time they had slept properly? Perhaps the day before your funeral. Your face was plastered everywhere, a smile gracing it like it always did, an excited, pure one for a sorcerer. But there was nothing to be excited about anymore.
Maybe that's why you looked so sad now, as you stood in front of them in this classroom that was reserved for people a year older than you'll ever be.
Suguru wondered if you felt guilty for taking the color of their world away with you when you died.
"You know... denial never suited you, 'toru." You whispered quietly to Satoru, breaking this suffocating silence at last. Your body leaned against the desk a row in front of him. It all felt so casual, as though everything was perfectly fine. You never left. You simply came back a little different.
This was the first thing you've ever said since you've come back, Suguru then solemnly realised in his depressive haze. He nearly didn't hear you and wished he hadn't either. Your voice sounded distorted, like it didn't belong to you at all. But it was still you... wasn't it?
The only visible sign that Satoru meanwhile had even heard you was in a stutter of his hands that in turn messed up his text to Shoko again. He took a deep breath and exhaled shakily. What was he even texting her for again? Maybe for help? For a way out? "I'm seeing things again, Shoko. They're talking now." That's what your colorless eyes could read off his broken phone screen, which made you frown a little. You knew he'd never want to upset you. But he never wanted to face you again. Not like this.
It was so unlike him too, wasn't it? He hadn't been the same for a while now.
It was late in the afternoon by then, the orange hue filtering into the empty classroom through the blinds. An awfully nostalgic feeling that was now filled with tense bitterness. A past filled with laughter and joking now seemingly disappearing into the smoke of the burning incense sticks nearby.
Neither of them had said a single word for the entire duration of your little "hang out" session. Suguru simply leaned his head against his palm, gaze turned to a far away point in the darkening horizon outside, as the sun bid it's last warm goodbye. He took a deep breath, words shaky and filled with a deep exhaustion, not even his dear best friend could ever come close to feeling.
"Let him be... he'll come around eventually." The blackhaired boy muttered back to you, not bothering to look at your bloody, dead form anymore. He had come to terms with it a while ago. Or at least, visibly, he has.
Gojo just took a little longer in accepting your death, is all. Neither of them really knew who was handling the situation worse.
"Who are you talking to, Suguru?" There it was again, the odd denial the white-haired teen had drowned himself in. You never thought that he'd be the one to end up like this. You figured that Suguru would've had it harder, but perhaps this was just one of the many new things you've learned as a spirit. "Stop it, Satoru... you're not helping with any of this. It's just... making things worse." Gojo's teasing smile twitched, his head turning to look at his friend before he seemed to slowly deflate into his seat. You probably could only imagine how red and puffy his eyes were behind the sunglasses he refused to take off nowadays.
But in a way, you must've also understood why he was this way. How couldn't you?
Your death was untimely, unexplainable. No one knew what happened, and your body was never found either. One day, you were absolutely excited about going on a mission with your two favorite seniors, four hours later, you were missing, and a week later, you were declared as dead. The only proof they really had was a piece of your bloody uniform floating in a river nearby where the mission was supposed to take place. Other than that, there was no trace of anything else regarding you.
Suguru wished they would've at least had something to bury you with. Your casket was empty. And Satoru was ashamed to admit that he dared open the lid in a desperate attempt to see if you were in there after all. Just hiding, waiting to jump out and scare him. But seeing nothing made him break.
Everything got worse when you reappeared as this, however. A vengeful spirit that simply followed the both of them everywhere. You were relentless. And yet, neither of them could ever find a single trace of anger on you. Their guilt was heavy enough to make up for it, though.
It didn't help that Satoru refused to talk about it, even when they knew what they had to do. You only ever appeared around them, and both of them had made the unspoken decision to deal with you themselves. They felt like they had caused your death indirectly. The what if's kept piling up higher and higher until it eventually brought them here.
They thought that they were finally ready to move on, but oh, how wrong they were. It was so hard to see you as a simple spirit to exercise when you still looked like yourself most of the time. It just got bad when you looked dead. They couldn't hide behind their excuses and delusions when you looked like this.
Time ticked on and the silence was deafening again. You leaned in close to Satoru, glossy eyes staring into his side profile. "Stop ignoring me. I know what you're here for." You hummed, face devoid of any emotion. But the constant dripping of the blood that poured out of your nose and lips made Gojo close his eyes for a second longer and gulp down the painful lump in his throat. It was childish, absolutely stupid. But maybe... if he acted like you weren't there like always... then you wouldn't be. You were just a hallucination, surely. Neither of them had slept or eaten properly in months. He just had to pray that you'll go away, finally find the peace you were looking for.
But when he opened his eyes and you were still there, he just bit his lip. He couldn't take any of this anymore.
"Tell them to go away, Suguru. Please." "So you're finally done pretending now?" The blackhaired male asked, glancing back at his friend for the first time in hours. The great Satoru Gojo. The strongest of them all. Now reduced to nothing more than a miserable teen at your death. It would've been funny if he wasn't actually losing it right now.
Suguru shook his head at the lack of response before getting out of his chair and standing over the white-haired sorcerer. "Let's go outside." He said, not waiting for the other to agree before pushing past you. Or rather through you. He shoved his hands into his pockets to hide this really was for him. As expected, however, he heard Satoru's footsteps following behind him with ease. Typical.
The walk was silent and rather aimless. Neither of them knew where they were going. But their subconsciousness seemed to know. Suguru's body felt heavy, like he was dragging and fighting himself with every next step he took. He felt uneven and unbalanced. Like he'll fall over and break apart at any moment, and he doubted Satoru would be able to glue him together with shaky hands and teary eyes.
Geto pulled a hand through his black hair, strands unkempt and messy as they fell down hus shoulders. He caught a glance at his face in a mirror, the dark circles, even darker eyes staring back at him near accusingely. The anger and festering hate hidden under a thick layer of sadness.
"They weren't killed by a sorcerer." He suddenly said when they arrived at the schools courtyard. Satoru glanced at him, frowning a little. "Why does it matter now?" He asked, yet his best friend didn't bother answering. Why should he bother when the white-haired male was unwilling to wake up to reality. Instead, he stared at the Sakura trees filling the area, the ones you loved the most. And as expected, you stood right under them.
Your hands were clasped behind your back, smile so gentle and serene, that it made it look like you were simply waiting on them as always. And in a way, you were indeed doing so. Geto was thankful that your consciousness was strong enough for you to realise what was going to happen next. "Can you do it, Satoru?" He whispered, voice so soft, that it made Gojo actually consider it for a moment. But despite always having prided himself in being the strongest, he just stood still. Suguru couldn't help but smile tiredly at him. Perhaps the other boy would be happy about this if his smile didn't seem so bitter and exhausted. Like it took up all of his energy to force the corner of his lips to go up.
"I think they are the one thing I could never exorcize." "I'm glad you're being honest... I can't do it either." The two boys approached the empty bench next to your form before simply sitting down. There was a large gap between them, one reserved for you.
Your smile stretched wider as you took their silent offer of defeat and took a seat as well.
Gojo tensed when you leaned your head against his shoulder, a familiar melody leaving your lips. Suguru leaned his arms on his knees and listened to you, eyes closing with a tired sigh. Perhaps playing pretend was easier. Perhaps you were never meant to leave them in the first place. Maybe one day someone would free them from you, someone who was stronger, someone who wasn't ever going to be them.
You were back from the dead, and they figured it was better than you having left them for good.
If only they could ignore the mangled state of your body too.
Alright, I'm sorry this took so long! I also don't think it's that good, but I hope you like it anyway, Flower Anon! I've been super busy with work and everything else going on in my life, so I'm glad to post anything at this point. Anyhow, thank you again for this great request!<33
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hi babes I saw you begging for requests for mike schmidt so I decided to send my own request to you… as cliche as it is, could you write an angsty misunderstanding fic where basically mike is over-working himself to death and barely making time for you and you think you did something wrong but it turns out mike was just tired af. It can be smut or fluff since I don’t know what you really like to write. Sorry if this request is bad I’m not good at asking for things😭😭
-anon
anon ily ty for the request 😻😻
this may be a lil bad bc I’m sick rn but I hope u still enjoy 🫶
warnings: tiny mention of blood, angst, angy mike, sad reader, alludes to a little smut at the end but yeah
lets just say for this abby is at a um... sleepover or smth idk i forgot to include her
didnt check this for grammatical errors so my bad if it sucks lmao
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you and mike didn’t fight often
i mean you never really had reason to
but lately mike had been weird, he had been… distant.
mike often had his rough days, as did you, but this time was different.
every morning when he returned home instead of his usual warm embraces, you’d been receiving the cold shoulder, at most a few sentences spoken between the two of you before he dragged himself off to bed.
you were worried to say the least, you knew you had done nothing wrong, yet something in your gut made you wonder if you did.
so you decided today was the day you were going to talk to him about it.
boy was that a bad idea...
the moment mike stepped out of his bedroom he spotted you, anxiously fidgeting as your eyes met his own
"we need to talk mike" you mumble, clearly not looking forward to having this conversation.
mike rolls his eyes, "what y/n" he replies, attitude evident in his tone, yet the attitude is weak, and you note his face is just a bit paler than usual, the bags under his eyes more evident, something was off.
"whats been going on with us mike?" you ask, voice trembling "did... did i do something? you- you've been so distant..."
"its nothing y/n, stop worrying" he says with a scoff, and you bite your lip.
"mike you dont have to lie to me" you say softly, extending your hand out to him to soothe him.
Then something inside him snaps, that movement- that feeling. he couldnt take it.
"God damn it y/n i said nothing is wrong! you never listen! just leave me alone! you clearly only make things worse!" he cries out, and your body freezes.
"o-oh" is all you can say, retracting your trembling hand, clearly in shock
"o-okay um... um i-i'll leave you be..." you mumble under your breath, trying to hide your emotions until you were out of his sight.
you scurry away, biting your lip so hard it draws blood, and the moment you enter your bedroom the tears escape.
you shut the door behind you, leaning against it and sliding to your knees, hand reaching to cover your mouth to hide the sobs.
what had you done?
did you upset him?
is he gonna leave?
so many questions flooded your mind all at once
it was so overwhelming, all you wanted was him... but right now that was the one thing you couldnt have.
so you sat there, leaning against the door of your room for god knows how long.
eventually when no more tears could fall, you lead yourself to your bed, a bed that had been untouched for a few months now due to you always sleeping with mike, and after a few more shaky breaths, you slipped into a uneasy slumber.
As you slept, mike took himself for a drive, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles faded to white.
he was angry
he was tired
he just wanted to be home
it slowly started to dawn on him that upon his arrival home earlier, his anger had been misdirected.
he wasnt mad at you
he loved you
god- you just wanted to help
why couldnt he see that?
he lets out a shaky sigh, punching his steering wheel as he lets out a few grunts of anger (much to the dismay of the car infront of him)
he decides to leave you be for the time being, and he leads him self on down the winding road, until he comes across an empty parking lot.
he lets himself settle there for a while, staring into the dark abyss in front of him.
eventually he decides to call you, and when you dont pick up... he calls again.
and again.
and... again....
and 12 more times.
he was worried to say the least, what if you left him? what. if you didnt love him anymore?
after the final call he places his phone in his pocket, running a hand through his hair as he starts up the car again and heads home.
in the meantime you were at home, tossing and turning, unable to find a true sense of saftey in your own sheets and god was it horrible.
you didnt notice the buzzing of your phone, nor the vibration any time left another voicemaiil.
so you lay on your back, your teary eyes staring up at the ceiling.
thats when you heard the front door open, the jingling of mikes house keys alongside his work ones
maybe he didnt leave
did he come back for you?
maybe he-
your thoughts are interrupted however by a gentle, almost silent knock at your door. you want to open it, you really do, but you're scared.
for once you put aside your fear and you sit up, quietly tiptoeing over to the door and cracking it open just enough to meet mikes eyes.
both of your teary eyes meet one another, and something snaps within both of you
your grip on the handle goes slack as mike gently pushes further on the door, and the moment it opens enough for him to enter, youre surrounded by him
he kisses you gently, his hands wrapping around you, and you two hold the kiss until you eventually pull away to gasp for air
"im so sorry- i never meant to snap at you baby- i-i- im just so exhausted- work is so hard- i-i never meant to take it out on you- i love you so muc y/n- i"
you cut him off by kissing him again, this kiss growing more heated, your body pressing against his
"its ok" you whisper when you pull away, your foreheads resting against one another
"we'll be ok" you whisper
those 3 words are repeated for the rest of the night, along with other words of praise and affirmation.
the two of you love each other, and tonight it shows.
just as youre about to fall into a warm, peaceful sleep, mike presses a kiss against your damp forehead.
"i love you"
that was all you needed to hear in order to slip into slumber in his embrace.
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yayayayya mike
i hope that was good
ok ily
bye pookster
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Hello, this is the anon about the Lucifer starting the Apocalypse or end of times. I dont really mind it being angsty.
So a bit of background: Nightbringer sends MC to the not distant future back in their own timeline with a message "be patient, a messenger will come.. you choose to save the brothers or the human race."
MC starts noticing the 4 horsemen, and thunderstorms, firey skies, etc. A knock on the door and stands Simeon with a message about The Devil is coming, and only MC can Stop Lucifer or Michael will have to stop them, meaning the world will perish, and God has turned his back on humanity.
MC choice could be to save both
The story is more like avengers type style or anything you like. The characrers if you want to be included could be Lucifer, Satan, Simeon. Gabriel (if you want), Mammon, or Solomon.
Hi there, anon!
Oof okay this is by far the longest request I've ever written. But there was so much happening, it needed to be longer in order for things to get resolved in a way that made sense to me.
I tried to incorporate everything that was in your ask - so Nightbringer is involved, Simeon, and all the other characters listed. I didn't describe Michael or Gabriel so people can imagine them however they like.
I also thought it made the most sense for this to happen in the human world, so the setting is actually Serenity Manor. In case anybody hasn't gotten to season 3 of the OG, it's just a big house basically and the brothers give it to MC when they leave the human world.
I've only ever seen the first Avengers movie and that was a long time ago, so I don't think this turned out to be in that style at all. Hopefully it still turned out okay?
Anyway, I hope this is close to what you were looking for.
Thanks for the request!
GN!MC has to stop the apocalypse as begun by Lucifer
Warnings: general apocalyptic stuff (such as the four horsemen), fighting (with magic), angst, drama, spoilers for season 4 of the OG story, Nightbringer time travel shenanigans
You woke up to find yourself in Serenity Manor, back in the human world. That was odd. Didn't you go to bed in Cocytus Hall last night? What were you doing here in the human world? How did you get here?
You sat up in bed, looking around the room, trying to figure out what had happened. All of your things were here, too. Everything seemed completely normal. And yet you knew something wasn't right.
And then your D.D.D., which was sitting on the bedside table, dinged.
You picked it up and found a message there.
UNREGISTERED
Hello.
You groaned to yourself before responding. There was no doubt that this was Nightbringer's doing. What did he want with you now? Why send you back to the human world?
MC
What did you do? Where am I?
UNREGISTERED
You are in the human world. I have sent you back to your time, though a little bit into the future. Something has changed and your presence is needed here.
MC
What are you talking about? Who are you?
UNREGISTERED
Be patient. A messenger will come and you will need to choose. Save the brothers or save the human race.
I look forward to seeing what decision you make.
You put down your D.D.D. What did this mean? Save the brothers or the human race? Why did you have to choose?
You tried to contact any of the brothers through your D.D.D., but got no response. You tried calling and texting, but there was nothing. You checked Devilgram, but there were no new posts from anybody. You called Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon - anyone you could think of. But there was no response from anyone.
What was happening in the Devildom?
Nightbringer had said to be patient, but how could you be?
You got out of bed and got dressed. You found the kitchen fully stocked and ate some breakfast. Then you prepared yourself to teleport back to the Devildom. If they wouldn't respond, you would just go find out what was happening for yourself.
You prepared the spell, spoke the words aloud, there was a flash of light and then...
...you were still in the kitchen of Serenity Manor.
Your spell hadn't worked. You frowned. This was not good.
You couldn't just sit around in the house while things were like this, so you left through the front door.
You immediately noticed the dark skies - thick grey clouds with red edges, almost like they were about to burst into flames.
You walked out into the town and found people, but they all had their heads down. Some of them were fighting, yelling or getting into fist fights. People were running around and a lot of them looked scared. You tried to talk to someone, anyone, but nobody would acknowledge you. They just rushed right past.
And then, seemingly out of nowhere, four beings came down the street. Time seemed to freeze as they went past in slow motion - four enormous horses ridden by four ghastly creatures shrouded in mist and shadow. Each horse a different color, each rider slightly different, but all absolutely terrifying. You felt a chill run down your spine as they went by.
You considered what you were seeing. Looking up, you saw the skies had turned ever more red, just another symbol of the darkness you knew was about to come. The people around you were in continual conflict and you were fairly certain you just saw the four horsemen ride down the street.
This was the beginning of the apocalypse.
You rushed back to Serenity Manor. You sat and tried your D.D.D. again, desperately calling and texting everyone and anyone. You mentally begged someone to respond.
You were pulled out of this endeavor by a knock on the door. You practically ran to the door, flinging it open to reveal Simeon standing there.
"Simeon!" you cried out, pulling him inside and shutting the door. You turned to him, clinging onto his hands. "What's going on? Nobody will return my texts or calls! It looks like the end times outside! Nightbringer sent me here and told me I would have to choose - what's happening?"
Simeon was frowning. "I have a message," he said. "I'm here to tell you that you're the only one who can stop Lucifer. If you don't, Michael will have to and then the world will perish as God has turned his back on humanity."
You stared at him in shock. "Where is Lucifer?"
Simeon rubbed at the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, MC. The Devildom is in chaos. I don't think your calls or texts are getting through to anyone. It's just that you disappeared and Lucifer… "
"I can't get back to the Devildom," you said. "I tried to teleport there, but it didn't work for some reason. How can I stop Lucifer if I can't even reach him?"
"Nobody can go in or out of the Devildom right now. But it doesn't matter. He isn't there anymore," Simeon said.
You were about to ask what this meant when there was another knock on the door.
You whirled, opening the door to reveal Satan, Mammon, and Solomon.
You ushered them inside, then glanced outside at the sky which now seemed to be completely on fire before closing the door.
You turned to them. You were relieved to see them, even if they looked grim. "Where is everybody else?" you asked.
"It's a mess, MC," Solomon said. "Lucifer is out there -" he waved vaguely toward the front door "- tearing the human world apart looking for you. Diavolo and Barbatos tried to stop him, but he anticipated that. He's used some sort of spell to put them to sleep. Leviathan and Asmodeus are trying to stop him. Beelzebub and Belphegor are trying to wake up Diavolo. And we came to look for you."
"He's lost his mind, MC," Mammon said. He and Satan were both in demon form, seemingly on high alert because of the chaos happening outside. "I tried talkin' to him, but it's like he's not even there anymore."
"I also attempted to speak with him," Satan said. He was angry, evident by the expression on his face, but he was trying to keep it inside. "And then I tried to use magic to stop him, but he's too powerful."
"You're the only one who might be able to reach him," Solomon said. "If you don't, it could mean the end of everything."
You turned away from them for a moment, taking in everything they had just told you. Lucifer was out there, destroying everything. It didn't make sense. He wouldn't go against Diavolo like that, would he? Not over this.
"I don't understand," you said quietly. "Are you sure this is about me?"
There was an odd light in the room suddenly, which trembled for a moment before resolving into an angel you had never seen before.
Almost everybody else recognized him, though.
"Gabriel?" Simeon asked.
The angel looked around at those gathered in the room. "Simeon," he said. "Mammon, Solomon, it's good to see you all again. And you two must be Satan and MC. I've heard plenty about you as well."
"What are ya doin' here?" Mammon asked. He didn't seem upset, but he did seem perplexed.
Gabriel looked around at them. "Ah, yes, you see, I'm here to tell you that you should not interfere with Lucifer and the apocalypse."
"You can't be serious," Solomon said. "You really expect us to just stand by and let this happen?"
Gabriel looked at him seriously. "The fact is, this is how things are supposed to go. You all seem to think that Lucifer is doing this because he let his emotions get the better of him. But actually, Lucifer is doing this because this is as it is written. He is meant to start the apocalypse. If you intervene, you will be upsetting Father's plans. Leave this to Michael. It is for him to resolve. Stay out of it."
You could feel an unexpected anger welling up inside of you. This was the message from the Celestial Realm? That you should just sit back and let their plans go forward, resulting in the destruction of your home and likely everyone you've come to care about? You couldn't just let this happen. You couldn't watch that unfold. You couldn't allow Lucifer to be used as a catalyst for the end.
And you were done waiting around.
"You can go back to the Celestial Realm and tell them to kiss my ass," you said, turning around and marching out the front door.
The others rushed to catch up to you, Mammon reaching your side first. "MC! What're ya gonna do?"
"I'm going to stop this!" you said. You stood out in the street, looking up at the sky. You gathered all your energy, every ounce of magic you could muster.
Then you took a deep breath and said into the howling wind, "Hear me, and heed my call. In the name of the sorcerer MC, I draw upon my pact with the ring of light. Come forth, Lucifer!"
The wind, which had kicked up tremendously in the time you were inside the manor, became even more wild. The sky split with red lightning and the world became dark momentarily.
There was an aura of shadow concentrated in one spot in front of you. As you watched, Lucifer materialized from out of it.
He was in demon form. His eyes were fully red and glowing ominously. But they were also empty. They seemed to look right through you.
"Who would dare to summon me?" he asked. It was Lucifer's voice, but it was devoid of any real emotion. He didn't yell. He spoke in a normal tone, but it was flat.
The sound of his voice and the look in his eyes caused you to shiver. But you stood your ground.
"Lucifer, you need to stop," you said. You let your voice match his tone - not yelling, just speaking normally. Behind you, you could feel the presence of Mammon, Satan, Solomon, and Simeon - a network of support. You weren't sure what had happened to Gabriel.
"And why should I listen to a human like you?" he asked.
"I think ya should use stay on him," Mammon said from behind you.
"I think that would be a terrible choice," Satan said.
"Be quiet, you two," Solomon said. "Let MC handle this."
You were prepared to continue trying to talk Lucifer out of destroying the human world, but you didn't have the chance. The light that had appeared in the house before manifested again now, this time resolving into two angels. One was Gabriel, but the other one…
"Michael," Lucifer said dully.
Lucifer raised a hand and suddenly all of the avatars of sin appeared. Mammon and Satan no longer stood behind you, now having been dragged to Lucifer's side. Every other brother was there, too, lined up on either side of Lucifer. Some of them blinked dazedly as they were confused about where they were now. But as they realized what was happening, every single one shifted into demon form.
"This is the end of the human world, as it was meant to be," Michael said. "These seven demons must be destroyed. In the process, all of humanity will be lost. Prepare yourselves."
"No!" you yelled, launching yourself at Michael.
Solomon caught hold of you and held you back. "MC, you won't win this fight!"
"I don't care!" you yelled. "I can't let him do this! I can't let him destroy the human world, I can't let him destroy Lucifer and his brothers! I love them!"
"If you try to get in the way now, you'll die for sure and then everything else will get destroyed anyway," Solomon said, his arms squeezing tightly around your waist.
You turned around in his hold to face him. "Then help me!" you cried. "Together, aren't we strong enough?"
Solomon looked into your eyes and saw the determination there. He knew he wouldn't be able to talk you out of this. And he also knew that he couldn't just leave you to do it alone.
Solomon nodded and let you go. "All right," he said. "You have pacts with all of them. Use that. I'll back you up."
You turned back to the demon brothers. All of them now seemed to be under whatever was influencing Lucifer. They all had that dull look in their eyes - as though nobody was home.
Michael was gathering power. He seemed to be glowing brightly with light that was as blinding as the sun.
You had to stop this and it was your last chance. You muttered, "Hear me and heed my call…"
You weren't sure what you were doing, but you could feel the pacts inside you. You reached for that connection, though they all felt far away. You grasped them in your mind, in your heart. And you felt the magic explode from you, rushing through the pacts, filling the air around you.
The ring of light began to glow. At your side, something else seemed to be glowing. You glanced over and saw that Solomon's ring was also glowing and he was feeding magic into you.
Overhead, the skies trembled. The clouds remained dark red. The wind continued to blow through everything at high speeds.
And then everything paused. There was a stillness as the wind instantly died. The magic remained frozen. Everyone was as a statue.
And there was an entity before you, but you couldn't see who it was. They were too blurry for you to make out.
"Are you choosing the brothers, then?" the being asked.
Somehow, you knew it was Nightbringer. "What? No, I want to save both!"
"Right now, that is not a choice," Nightbringer said. "If you save the brothers, the world will still be destroyed. If you destroy the brothers, the world will survive. If Michael destroys the brothers, the world will be destroyed in the crossfire."
"No," you said. "There has to be another choice!"
Nightbringer laughed. "You are so much like your teacher. Always trying to find another option when there isn't one."
"Maybe you're just too narrow minded to see all the possibilities," you said.
"Very well," Nightbringer said. "You're about to send Michael and Gabriel back to the Celestial Realm, effectively removing them from this fight. What happens after that is up to you."
As time began again, you could feel the power of the pacts and the rings running through you once again. And just as they had done once before, the gates to the Celestial Realm were opened. With a mighty push of your magic, you managed to shove Michael and Gabriel back through them before slamming them shut.
You felt yourself wobble as the magic died down. You took one step and fell, but found yourself in Simeon's arms. Solomon stood in front of the two of you, facing the brothers.
Every brother was still in demon form and all of them still had that empty look in their eyes.
"Foolish human," Lucifer said. "Now that you have removed my greatest obstacle, the world is doomed. As it was written, so it shall be."
You cried out, but you were too weak to move from Simeon's arms. "Lucifer, please! I know you're in there! I know all of you are in there still! If ever any of you loved me, please… please…"
Your voice was fading as you were losing your strength. Solomon's hands were balled into fists as he stood in front of you and Simeon. You could see little sparks of magic around him. It wouldn't be long before he, too, would be too weak to continue. He glanced back at you. "MC… won't you choose humanity…?"
You bit your lip. "I will if I have to," you managed to say. "But let me at least try to reach them first."
Simeon's grip on you tightened. You were sure he wanted to do more, but now that he was human, he could do nothing but hold you.
"Lucifer," Simeon said. "You rebelled against Father once before when you believed his decision was wrong. I know you don't want to do this. Why wouldn't you defy him again?"
"Simeon…" you said weakly, amazed that the former angel would say something like that.
And yet, these words seemed to reach Lucifer. He looked at Simeon, really looked at him.
"I don't think this is what Lilith would want," Simeon said firmly.
And as you watched, there was a spark in Lucifer's eyes. A glimmer of something that used to be there.
You felt some little strength return to your limbs. You turned to Simeon and said, "Please help me up."
Simeon stood, pulling you up with him. Your legs were shaky, but after a moment you were able to let go of Simeon and take a few steps forward.
There was a dark aura still around Lucifer. The other brothers appeared to be in a trance, unmoving, unseeing, still in demon form.
You stumbled past Solomon, who called your name, but didn't stop you.
You reached out and touched Lucifer's cheek. "You always tried to make me think that I was the one who belonged to you. But deep down, Lucifer, you know that you are mine."
You watched as recognition seemed to flare in Lucifer's eyes. You hoped this reference to things he said when you made your pact with him would remind him of just who you were. Who he was.
"MC…" he said, voice uncertain.
"I know you're in there, Lucifer," you said. "Come back to me. Please."
And that was all it took. No magic, no bright light, no dramatic auras. Just a few words spoken with all of your heart. You watched as he seemed to come back to himself. The glowing red of his eyes faded away until you were looking once again at the familiar ruby and black. Nearby, you could see the other brothers shaking their heads, as though coming out of their trance.
Relief flooded through you. Your muscles gave up and you felt your knees buckle. You would have fallen to the ground, but Lucifer caught you. He pressed you to himself, cradling you carefully but tightly.
"MC," he said into your hair. "What have I done…?"
"Don't worry about that now," you said, your voice low as your strength continued to drain away. "Please, can we just go home?"
You would fall asleep in Lucifer's arms. When you woke much later, you would find out that the Celestial Realm was not happy with this turn of events. But you would be in the Devildom again, in the House of Lamentation, with the brothers all looking after you. And it would take some time to fix the damage that had been done by this event. But with the brothers beside you, not to mention everybody else, you knew that you would be able to make things right again. Assuming, of course, that Nightbringer didn't plan on sending you through time yet again.
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I know when im not wanted, Five
Five x fem!reader (one sided n past) Marcus x fem!reader
This sucks im so sorry
Mashing two requests!
first :
requested by anon
Hello! Can I request a Five Hargreeves oneshot (Season 3)
The reader is the same age as Five but recently worked for the commission for decades then became partners at work over the few years Five worked (they helped them saving the world twice)
The reader (Male/Female/GN) is basically head over heels for Five like showering him their love and affection towards the old man.
But since Five is well... Five he didn't reciprocate their feelings and kept rejecting them with harsh words.
Five never felt any type of guilt until he saw the reader crying after he went too far.
Five to the reader: "Can't you understand a simple 'no'? Do you want me to speak in Italian? Spanish? Greek? I hope the Kugelblitz took you and not my brothers!"
He was about to apologize when the reader was taken by the ball of light (Kugelblitz)
Five to the others: "I never got the chance to apologize to her/him/them"
I'm so sorry that it's so detailed 😭
second
Request by @raritysyarn
Hello! There's been a serious lack of Marcus fics (yes he appeared for like two episodes but I love him sm) and I was wondering if you could write Marcus comfort with a Fem!Reader or GN!Reader (your preference)? I was thinking of something where Reader has super speed and saves Marcus from the kugelblitz. Marcus' confidence is like completely drained so Reader comforts him? Thank you so much! ^^
tw : TUA 3 spoilers same warnings as TUA
Im gonna kinda change it up a bit and hope you still like it? i dont really do angsty endings for reader, i love when reader is a happy bitch, five is 19 so is reader, the rest are around 23 instead of 30.. again sorry for not writing the angsty ending! if you guys want me to write this with another character dont be shy to request one!
When you all blinked to a new timeline your face is blank "Can't you understand a simple 'no'? Do you want me to speak in Italian? Spanish? Greek? I wished the handler killed you!" is haunting your mind.
When Marcus says "you have 30 seconds to leave" you perk up "where is the exit?" you ask making him call for someone named Grace "Grace please lead the lady to the front door" Grace nods "Im sorry for breaking into your house, i didnt mean to" you say voice breaking slightly.
Grace's hand falls onto your back before she starts leading you to the door, you exit the living room but not before hearing "damn that is one pretty woman" and a thud
You reach the front door and Grace opens it "thank you for visiting, hope to see you again soon!" she beams face twitching slightly "thank you Grace" you softly say before exiting the house and walking through the garden.
You walk through the park seeing happy couples and feeling your heart crack.
Time skip till after the fight
"why did y/n just leave like that? she has always helped us, what changed?" Allison asks concerned for the girl who is like a sister to her "Five what did you do?" Viktor asks him making Five scoff "i just turned her down, she was getting on my nerves!" he tells his siblings
Fei scoffs making her siblings turn to her "the girl that left and looked dead inside? the little one crushed her heart" she tells her siblings, Sloane puts her hand on her heart "Oh that poor thing, i should find her and bring her here!" she says making Marcus nod "yes she could also give us extra info on that awful family" he says straightning up his tie
"What was that?" Ben asks Marcus "nothing" Marcus quickly defends himself making Ben clench his jaw "sure number one" Ben spits that last part
Sloane quickly grabs a coat and grabs an extra one "I dont know her size so im just borrowing a jacket of yours is that okay?" she asks Alphonso making him nod before Jayme elbows him "Im not fat" he defends himself making Sloane giggle "i know that silly this jacket is massive though, why did you buy it?" she replies making Jayme nod "good i would've killed you"
Sloane grabs onto Marcus his arm and pulls him with her, Marcus sends a smirk Ben's way before lifting his head up highly and snatching the jacket from Sloanes hand throwing it on the coat hanger "wait" Sloane says "Fei where is she?"
You sit down next to the entrance to a hotel called Obsidian, you slightly shiver before feeling something land on your skirt covered thighs "you look cold" a smooth voice says "you should put it on or you might freeze there, love"
You look up and see the guy from earlier now sporting a bruise around his eye "Marcus right?" you ask making him nod "yes thats me, now put the coat on" he says again making you put on the sparrow blazer, Marcus rolls his sleeves up slightly before sitting down next to you.
"You left pretty easily back there" he speaks up after a moment of silence, his eyes focussed on you in his blazer, Sloane peaking out from behind a bush secretly spying on her brother, a crow sitting next to her also watching.
"Yeah well i wasnt wanted, didnt want to be scolded like a child" you say trying to sound joking but your voice comes out shaky, you turn your head to look at him only to notice him staring at you.
"I know we just met but you should come home with me, i dont want you to freeze to death and we could use info on the people you came with" he says "nothing personal, i really hope you come willingly"
"Do you have hot cocao?" you ask him softly making him smile "fuck yeah we got anything you want" he replies making you smile back softly, he jumps up and offers his hand to you, you go to grab it but are interupted.
"y/n!" Five says walking over his family trailing behind him, you roll your eyes and take Marcus his hand who pulls you up with ease "your too late, pretty girl is coming with me" Marcus teases him with a smirk Five's eyes twitch "im not letting you kidnap her" he sneers making Marcus laugh
"y/n is coming with me willingly, isnt that right?" he asks you making you nod "i know when im not wanted, Five" you tell him making him scoff "not wanted? really, not fucking wanted?" he asks offended
you scoff "Can't you understand a simply 'no'? Do you want me to speak in Italian? Spanish? Greek? I wished the handler killed you!" you repeat Five's words to him making him take a step back, he opens his mouth to speak but Marcus is faster "you should walk. the. fuck. away." the taller man says, venom filling his voice
FLASH BACK to before blinking to the present
You turn to Five while waiting for the others to show up "When we get back do you uhm.. maybe wanna go get some coffee with me?" you ask him making him roll his eyes "what like a date?" he asks making you nod, he scoffs "no" he replies making you take a step back, you open your mouth to say something but he puts his hand up "Can't you understand a simple 'no'? Do you want me to speak in Italian? Spanish? Greek? I wished the handler killed you" he tells you right before Diego runs up
FLASH BACK OVER
Five scoffs "no" he says making Marcus chuckle before he starts walking away, pulling reader with him who has a hard time keeping up with his long steps, Five blinks in front of them "so what your betraying me now?" he asks you making you look away "you betrayed me first, Five, not once did you reject me or tell me you didnt like me flirting with you and giving you all my affection, and then you just slam me down? And what? You expected me to just run back to you after you crushed my heart?" you demand, a tear rolling down your eye
"Listen y/n and me we need to leave" Marcus says, its then Sloane runs up "yeah we need to leave" she says before grabbing your hand and pulling you with her "im Sloane, you and me? we will be bestfriends!" she beams making you beam back
Five glares at Marcus "i will kill you" Five threatens making Marcus laugh "sure little buddy, would love to see you try" he replies with a smirk before he starts following the two girls
Sloane points at random things and tells you about them making you nod and hum, when you reach the building Sloane turns to you "Ben hes a bit... wary of strangers so dont mind him" she says with a smile
In the living room you are greeted by the other four siblings Alphonso elbows Jayme who is standing next to him and she straightens up "welcome back your majesty" she says sarcastially making Alphonso scoff "we are supposed to be nice to her, she would be a good add on to our choatic duo, make it a trio" he scolds her making you giggle
Marcus his eyes shoot towards you with a love struck look on his face "Siblings please get out so i can question our guest" he says after clearing his throat and sitting on a chair, when his siblings leave he gestures to the couch across from the chair he is on
You sit down and he calls out for Grace "get the lovely lady a hot cocao please" he asks grace making her nod and smile "so glad to see you again" she beams making you smile back at her
You shiver lightly "you cold darling?" he asks making you nod "just a little, but the hot cocao will warm me right up" you reply with a smile, he frowns "i cant have my special guest be cold" he tells you while getting up and walking to the fire place and throwing some wood on it making the fire get slightly bigger
He sits down in front of the fire and holds his arm up, you get up and sit next to him, his arm wraps around your shoulder softly pulling you into him "better?" he asks making you nod "much"
You rest your head on his chest making him sigh in relief "i would never do that y'know?" he asks making you look up at him "what do you mean?" "i would never treat you like that" he says looking back at you
You burry your head into his chest making him smirk "i got hot cocao!" Grace beams walking into the living room before putting two cups down in front of you and marcus "Im going back to god now" she says before walking off
"God?" you ask Marcus making him frown, he gets up pulling you with him before he starts following grace, you trail behind him
When you enter the basement you see Marcus reaching out to a big flying orb, you stop time running over to him using your speed, his hand is about an inch away from the orb and you turn him around before letting time go back again
Marcus his hand falls onto your shoulder "how?" he asks "you cant just touch random flying balls!" you scold him "you couldve died!" you hug him making him freeze "im sorry Darling, your absolutely right" he says before placing a peck on your forehead
You punch his chest before pulling away "stupid men" you mutter softly before running back into the living room, Marcus runs behind you "YOU ARE REALLY FAST" he yells at you making you giggle before falling infront of the fireplace again
"its my gift" you beam at him when he finally reaches the living room again, he is panting and out of breath "gimme a moment sweetheart" he says with his hands on his knees
When he finally catches his breath again he sits down next to you "so.." he trails off making you look at him "so.." you mock him making him chuckle
"i think the people you came with caused that thing down stairs" he tells you making you nod "we didnt mean to!" you pout, his hand holds your cheek and his thumb carresses your bottom lip "i know honey i know" he coos
Something hits him in the back of the head making him scoff before he turns around and sees Five "what was the point in that?" he asks the smaller guy while standing up
"Five why are you here?" you ask him while grabbing Marcus his arm and using him to pull yourself up "i love you" Five says taking a step towards you making you take a step back
"You dont get to do this" you tell him making him scoff "i love you y/n, just come with me please?" he asks making you shake your head
Marcus softly pulls you behind him "your trespassing kid, you should leave before i make you" he tells Five with a glare "get ur paws off my girl" Five growls out making Marcus laugh
"you rejected her, she isnt your girl" Marcus snarls
"okay wait, you guys can fight later but like.. Shouldnt we do something about that flying orb?" you say
Five clicks his tongue "what flying orb?" he asks curious, Marcus scoffs but starts walking towards the basement, your hand in his
"that orb" Marcus says when you enter the basement "you guys caused it when you came here" Five steps forward and goes to touch it but you stop him "dont touch it unless you wanna die" you tell him
He looks back at you then glares at where your hand is connected to Marcus's hand "i think i know what this is" Five trails off before jumping away
You roll your eyes before pulling your hand away from Marcus making him worried, his worry doesnt last long when you throw yourself into his arms with soft sobs
"oh sweetheart dont cry" he coos "i got you" he whispers before kissing your temple "hes a scumbag" you sob out
When your sobs stop marcus softly lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist before walking you back to the living room where he lays down on the couch
"today must've been hard on you my love, go take a nap, we can talk tomorrow" he says before kissing your forehead
#x reader#x y/n#the umbrella academy#five x reader#five x y/n#the umbrella academy x reader#Marcus hargreeves x reader#marcus hargreeves x y/n
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VamPyrrha anon here.
Somehow I got caught off-guard by the angsty nature. Which is weird, because I read your tagged frontpost that basically states you are trained in the way of the angst.
Anywho... could I kindly request for some more? The voice calling Pyrrha intrigued me, but I'm also curious about Yang's point of view in this. So either side's good by me.
Yang groaned as she woke up and found herself in her dorm once again. Her head spun as she picked herself up and her body ached as if she had been run over by an ursa. “Nora must’ve hit me harder than I thought.”
“Or you hit your head when you fell,” Weiss answered from her own bed. “Do you remember what happened?”
“I remember sparring with Nora and watching Pyrrha leave..” Yang held her head for a moment as she tried to remember after that and shook her head. “I dont remember anything else.”
Weiss sighed and leaned against the wall next to her bed. “That’s unfortunate. Ruby and I were hoping you knew more. This is the fifth time we’ve had to pick you up from the hallway like that. And you’re sure you dont remember anything?”
“If I knew anything more, I’d let you know!” Yang winced for a moment as her head pounded once again, then slowly eased off. With a heavy sigh, she grabbed her anxiety medication and took a couple pills to ease herself. “Maybe I need to see the nurse about all of this. I never had these blackouts until coming here and… I dont know, maybe there’s something wrong with what I’m doing as far as eating and training goes. Or I need to take a break. Rest or something.”
“Or maybe its something Pyrrha’s doing to you.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Its kinda strange that this only happens when you go after her when she leaves training early and she seems to be the first to see what happens to you.”
Yang felt her heart start to pound in her chest at the thought of Pyrrha hurting her. While she always offered to break Cardin’s legs for bullying Jaune, everyone knew she’d never hurt anyone without reason. Though now that Weiss mentioned it, she never remembered seeing anyone else around Pyrrha when she left. “She’d… she’d never…”
Weiss slowly sat up and looked away from Yang to try to hide her own blush. “I’m not saying that’s the case, but… I’m worried about you. And if it turns out that Pyrrha is hurting you, I dont want you to continue getting hurt like this.”
“I’m sure Pyrrha didnt hurt me!”
“Like the time you were sure Blake was running off once a month because she was a werewolf and not just following a family tradition?”
Yang hesitated. “That… that was different.”
“I’m not saying Pyrrha is completely at fault here, I’m just suggesting that maybe its time to avoid her and see if things change.” Weiss stood up and started to make her way out of the dorm. “I’m going to collect our homework for the week and I want you to rest. Please, try to relax and rest. We can talk to her tomorrow and see if we can figure out what happened, okay?”
Yang nodded and watched Weiss leave, her heart starting to slow down. She was sure that Pyrrha hadnt hurt her, or if she had that it wasnt intentional. Still, she knew that Weiss had a point that she did rush into things with little care to herself as long as it meant keeping people safe. And nearly severing her trust with Blake was still fresh in her mind. This time she’d do things right and wait until her team was ready to be with her.
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Pyrrha clutched the bathroom sink as she panted, fangs exposed as hunger flowed through her. She knew it was just a phase, part of every vampire maturing, though she didnt expect for hers to happen while at Beacon. She couldnt feed off her team anymore without causing problems, team RWBY was out of the question as long as she continued to hide what she was, and as tempting as it was to feed off Cardin, she would never have an excuse for him going missing. No, she had to make her way outside and to the forest. She could feed from the deer that stuck around without drawing attention to herself.
“I can make that hunger go away,” a voice whispered in her ear once more. “Provide you with a way to feed yourself without giving away your secret.”
“I… I can do this on my own.” Pyrrha looked up at the mirror as she watched a strange grimm appear out of the shadows and start to wrap its tentacles around her arms. “Leave me alone!”
“Are you okay, Pyrrha?” Jaune asked through the door.
Pyrrha closed her eyes and tried to calm herself as she lied to her teammate. “I’m fine, Jaune. I’m… angry at a text that came in on my scroll. I’ll be out soon.”
“If you say so.”
Pyrrha let out a sigh, content that Jaune accepted the answer. She whispered under her breath, hoping the voice could still hear her. “I dont know who you are, but leave me alone.”
“All of your kind eventually find their way to me at one point or another.”
Pyrrha relaxed as she felt the grimm disappear and let go of her. “And who are you?”
“My name is Salem. And the next time we speak, you will have seeked me out.”
Pyrrha felt the hunger in her die down as she let go of the sink and took a few moments to compose herself. Without a word, she left the bathroom and grabbed a hooded cloak to hide away from the sun.
Jaune stopped her with a hand to her arm. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”
Pyrrha nodded and smiled at him. “I need to take a walk and feed. I’ll be back after sundown.”
“Are you sure you cant feed from me or Ren? You know we’ll let you.”
“I know, but I’ve been feeding a lot from you both recently and I dont want to risk hurting you.” Pyrrha gently pulled away and made her way to the door. “I’ll call your scroll if I need help, okay?”
Jaune nodded and sat down. “Be safe.”
Pyrrha nodded and left the dorm, quickly rushing down the halls to avoid any students and the sun that peeked in through the windows. Now that her head was clear, she could finally make her way to the forest and feed… and see if she could find some answers about who Salem was.
#weiss schnee#yang xiao long#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#salem#rwby salem#drabbles#vampire pyrrha#vampire pyrrha au
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Hello omg yeah so this is super awkward but I want to thank you for writing your proxy fanfic??? Although I don't see myself in the insert most of the time, it has given me so much nostalgia and love for a fandom I haven't touched in a decade and only recently turned to out of curiosity and to bury my cringe past once and for all 🪦 And I was just casually browsing through Ao3 and your fic spiritually spoke to me even if I'm a fluff gal through and through and nothing else. It gave me something, like a spiritual awakening 💀 so I read and read and read and I realised that this was what I needed. The reader is so silly, so unlike me but that's what made it so special in my opinion, because your writing made me dive deep into an another world, which hasn't happened in years despite me writing my own little things from time to time - but i seriously felt like I was watching a film specifically tailored to me but not with me in mind you know what I mean??? I'm sorry this is written so incoherently yikes but anyway you made me fall in love with this fandom again, you made me think fondly of that time when I was just an angsty kid and I looked back - not with shame, but with pride, because this fandom made pieces like yours possible. Thank you so much for writing and I'm sorry for literally stalking your Tumblr account for almost a week until I had the courage to send you this ask, I'm just inept at being a human being, sorry??? But yeah thank you so much and I'm also kind of sorry for commenting here instead of Ao3 but I wanted to do this anonymously lol
STOPPPP OMG THIS IS SO CUTE THANK YOU ILY!! Dont feel bad for wanting to be anonymous I totally get it! Omg thank you so much this is actually so sweet. Honestly your reason for reading is the same reason I'm writing, I used to be such a little creepypasta kid and then last year I rewatched marble hornets and just fell right back IN. Also I started writing because I didnt relate to other readers /ocs in other proxy fics, and yes I completely recognize that my reader is really hard to relate you 😭 I realized that like 6 chapters in and I didnt want to make an OC so I just kept it as an xreader. I had no idea how hard it was to make a character that's YOU without them being the most boring character in the world LOL sorry to everyone that doesnt relate fully to the reader in my fic but I hope it's still enjoyable nonetheless!!! Thank you so much anon!!
#This made me so 🥰🥰🥰#Working on more chapters atm#Dont think I'm leaving anyone hanging with this fic
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hi, I saw your rec list for joe x nicky fics and loved it! thanks a lot for that. do you happen to have some A/B/O recs as well?can be any length and rating (preferably complete? and I dont mind angst as long it has a happy ending). I have read in other fandoms, but not for this one. thank you!!
Hi, Anon. Thank you so much for your ask! I had to really give this one a good think, so it took me a few days to answer it. Full disclosure: you've caught me at a weird point where I've been taking a break from fic reading/writing due to work, so I'm relying on my bookmarks and my own memory, and quite a lot of these are in line with my own personal preferences and/or written by my friends.
I do hope that you will like my choices and maybe explore some other fics written by these authors. I've avoided unfinished/WIP fics (this list is long enough as it is!), except for one, which I will indicate separately (and tell you why it's worth it). Mind the tags on some of these, because they can get super kinky!
1. Wistful is the rain by dana_norram. My favourite omegaverse fic. This one is so beautiful and angsty (but with a happy ending!). Basically it takes the entire lab scene, but adds the drama of an unexpected pregnancy in there. Also has some lovely art by eiseul! I also must recommend the author's other omegaverse fic birth among the ruins, it's just as good.
2. Pretty Woman Walking Down The Street by ejdominus. Also my favourite omegaverse fic (yes, I have two). This one I love because it turns typical alpha/omega dynamics on their head. Imagine alphaNicky picking up omegaJoe for a night of passion, but the night doesn't end the way you might think. The conversations they have are just as passionate as the actual sex, and I can't recommend this one enough.
3. Every You, Every Me by Sholeh675 (Solange956). This one I love, love, love for the story. It's got a great hook; what if infertile omega escort Nicky fell in love with his alpha client Joe while servicing his pregnancy kink? I know I just gave away the plot, but you simple have to read this just for the feels! There's angst, but also a happy ending.
4. Nextdoor A/B/O AU by loflight501. This one is an entire fic series, set in the great Kenzarelli Multiverse. So, while you do have Joe and Nicky in there, there are also other alpha/omega pairings for you to explore, based on Marwan's and Luca's other movie characters! I'm sure you'll find several new favourites just from this one alone.
5. The Breeding and The Royal Omega Contest by Kadma32. Yay, a two-for-one special! I love them because the backstories are so unique. The Breeding is set in a dystopian future, while Royal Omega Contest has a fantasy tinge to it. If you want your omegaverse with a bit of adventure, do give these a read.
6. A/B/O Joe and Nicky Modern AU by In_agony_and_ecstasy. This fic series stands out to me because it's written in first-person, which I normally avoid, but the story here was just so compelling. It's an exploration of their relationship all the way from bonding to baby (spoiler alert) and if you just want something sweet, you should give this a try.
7. Love At First Time by yonge_sonne. This one I would recommend if you want something fresh and kinky. I've never seen omegaverse written this way (with size differences!) but it's so hot and dirty, you definitely should check it out.
8. Marrow Bone by fishie_scribbles. This fic is a little edgy, but the story is so good! Nicky is locked in an unhappy marriage to a rich alpha, and seduces handsome milkman Joe. There is angst but also hot, hot sex. If you want omegaverse with a dark twist, please give this one a read.
9. Milk and Honey by Claire. A loving fic of Joe satisfying Nicky's heat during some downtime in between missions. This one also has some lovely art by eiseul included. And, I have to recommend the author's omegaverse stick figure drawings! They're simple adorable!
10. Repair a heart by Mother_Of_Hedgehogs. This story is so fluffy and sweet. Alpha repairman Joe takes a job in the home of single omega dad Nicky, and immediately begins pining after him. So what will happen when Nicky suddenly goes into heat? Obviously, there is a happy ending here, and I'm sure you'll enjoy it!
11. A Different Kind Of Craving by sparkliblue. This hot fic has a super pregnant Nicky basically jumping on Joe's knot, so definitely give this one a read. What makes this one stand out to me (aside from the obvious) is that this omega Nicky has a vagina, which I've not seen much of in omegaverse. But also super hot!
12. Permanence by elii. This one-shot is about Joe marking Nicky back in their early days, when they think that the mark won't be permanent (but turns out, it is). More than the sex, it's the dialogue I love in this one. It's so mushy and sweet!
13. just go now just go go go by everyshootingstar. Ohmaigawd, this fic. It's basically alpha Nicky going into a rut, and he has to confess to alpha Joe that actually he doesn't want an omega, but instead he craves another alpha. There is no sex here, but there is comfort, and something about this one gives me such feels.
14. Your fill of love by nolimepercipere. Ah, this fic is super cute and super yummy (there are three recipes included at the end). Basically alpha Joe ends up feeding his pregnant omega neighbour Nicky, and they fall in love throughout the course of the story. It's so cute, I recommend it for the tender loving romance.
And finally, a WIP fic I love with all my heart. The author is taking a break currently, but you should definitely follow this one, because it's worth waiting for.
15. Backwards by TheLoveliestCrime. Beta Joe falls in love with omega Nicky, who is a surrogate for Joe's friends Andy and Quynh. That's the surface plot, but I promise you, if you want something different from your usual alpha-omega storylines, please consider this beta-omega romance, which really questions the whole idea of fated pairs. The characters are so well-written and the story so well-developed, it made my heart squeeze multiple times.
These are just a few of the omegaverse JoeNicky fics I love, there are so many more, but I left them out as they are WIPs. I would still recommend that you explore the tag and hopefully pick up some and maybe poke the authors into continuing them. 😈
#the old guard#ask#ficrecs#omegaverse#there are so many other good ones out there#these are just the finished ones i love right now
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Forgotten [DISCONTINUED]
Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Peter Parker x Stark!reader (platonic)
Request:
Hello i love your story could you do angsty tony x daughter reader. Wherein the reader has a twin brother and Tony and the avengers prefer the twin brother and becaus of that, the reader became rebel and badass. She always getting trouble and almost drop out student. The avengers and her father were seem disappointed and dont know what to do. Not until the reader involve into car accident and she's critical injured. The reader also slipped to coma. Everyone is devastated about the reader conditione. And they realized that the reader only rebel because she wants to get attention from them. It depends to you what the end come, I just want a full angst this week and I hope you dont mind my English. Anyway I hope your alright.
Word count: 1,627
A/n: (to anon: I’d like to apologize for not finishing this) I don’t think I have any intention to anymore tbh so- I’m just posting this for fun now lmaolmao
hella big update: the continued version is here!
Warnings: bad angst and writing hee hee. no I’m serious this is bad
gif not mine! credits to the owner^^
Being a genius/billionaire/superhero’s kid doesn’t always sound nice like it usually does.
You were one of the Stark twins, the other half being your brother, Ethan.
The both of you showed signs that you inherited the commonly known Stark trait (intelligence) at a young age. But Tony mostly focused on his son, showing him all his inventions and gadgets, teaching him everything he knew while you on the other hand, were being babysat by Happy or Pepper, sometimes Rhodey.
You tried so hard to get your father’s attention but he always had his excuses:
“I don’t have time for that.”
“I’m busy with Ethan right now.”
“Maybe later.”
At first you didn’t mind if your brother got all the praise and attention. It wasn’t until your mid-teens that you really started to feel left out and ignored.
You were left to frown when the other Avengers never found anything interesting about you, just like Tony did. They all liked Ethan better. The topic of him being the next Iron Man when Tony retires is getting exhausting.
There was this one time when Tony announced that they were all going out to dinner since Ethan got, yet again, a full set of A’s on his report card.
“Did you get my card?” You tapped on Tony’s shoulder lightly.
He gave you a side glance, “ah shoot, I forgot. I’ll go get it tomorrow.” Then returned his attention to your brother.
But he ended up forgetting again the next day and you had to convince your teacher to give it to you instead. Your marks had A’s, but littered with B’s as well, of course that was no match for your brother’s perfect marks.
And that sort of scenario wasn’t just a one time thing, Tony forgets to pick up your report card every. single. time. The messed up part was you and Ethan literally attended the same school, he was just in a more advanced class than you.
As time passed, Tony went from ignoring you to getting annoyed and pissed at you for everything you did. In his eyes, you were always in the wrong. And the reason? You didn’t know.
“Dad? Can I borrow Bruce for a minute?” You knocked on the glass door of his lab to get him to look up.
He didn’t, but responded, “kinda busy with him right now.”
You looked at your fractured arm, regretting your decisions. “W-well, Ethan was training with Nat, and... and he wanted to try the new moves he learned on me. He went a little hard and - I think my arm’s broken, I just wanted Bruce to check it out-”
“Goddammit!” He shouted after you heard a glass shatter. Bruce covered his face with palms, muttering an ‘oh no’.
Tony glared at you, striding to where you were standing. All that was left for you to do was to brace yourself for what was about to come. “See, this is why we never let you do anything with the team,” he spat. “That right there?”-he pointed to your arm-“that’s on you. Things go wrong because you’re in the way!”
“I’m... I’m sorry-”
“Just get out of here.”
Your arm remained untreated after that.
Then Peter Parker came into the picture. Friendly guy, he was actually nice to you. Him and Ethan got along right away when Tony first recruited him. The fact that he treated Peter better than you made you even more miserable. It made you think he never wanted a daughter in the first place.
You first met Peter when he accidentally entered your room without warning, thinking it was the bathroom. Cliche, but that’s what happened.
“It’s on the first door to your other left,” you stated.
“Yeah, yeah okay, thanks,” he turned around to leave but stopped to look at you again. “I’m Peter Parker, by the way.”
“Y/N Stark.”
Peter’s eyes lit up at your last name. “I... I didn’t know Mr. Stark had a daughter - no offense! It’s just-”
You sighed and waved him off. He didn’t even notice the similarities you had with your twin. “It’s fine. I get that a lot.”
After many events of being, to be blunt, treated like shit, you finally had enough. You neglected your studies, only went to school when you felt like it (which was rare). No one cared your grades anyway, so what’s the point? You became a whole new person, you surrounded yourself with the wrong sort of people, causing you to dabble into smoking and alcohol.
Since you were always in trouble, you could recite Cap’s detention speech at school by heart now.
The principal of your school wanted to see Tony to talk about your behavior. Normally he’d make an excuse not to go if it wasn’t that important but he got flooded with messages from the school, so he couldn’t say no.
You had your legs crossed, sitting across from Tony who had his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to the principal. For some reason you didn’t feel nervous. “Y/N barely attends her classes. I’ve seen every attendance. Are you aware of this, Mr. Stark?”
Tony only maintained his usual relaxed posture and avoided your gaze.
“Some students have also seen her smoke in school grounds. We gave her a few weeks suspension for it, but it doesn’t look like she’s learned her lesson.” They pulled out a couple boxes of cigarettes from the desk drawer. “We found these in her locker.”
“You went into my locker?” You shot up from your seat. “You can’t just do that!”
Tony cleared his throat and got up, gripping your wrist. “I’ll take it from here - will that be all?”
On the way out he doesn’t say a word to you, only that his grip on your wrist got tight as you near the car.
“So,” he started the car. His voice was calm, but it screamed that you were in deep trouble. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
You sighed and slouched in the passenger’s seat, crossing your arms. “I’m... sorry you had to know...?”
“Yeah, I’m just gonna be honest with you here,” Tony still doesn’t look at you. “When I found out I had two kids, I got worried about Ethan.”
You let out a snort. Of course he would.
“I didn’t want him ending up like me. But surprise surprise, my daughter did instead.”
“I’m not ‘ending up’ like you, Dad-”
“Then what do you call - this,” he referred to you. “What, you’re just gonna waste your life, drop out of school? You’re a fucking mess, Y/N, and here I thought I raised you right. Sometimes I think: why can’t you just be like your brother?” He had a hard grip on the steering wheel as he drove, the way he spoke affected the speed of the car greatly.
You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn’t fine the exact words you wanted to say. “I... well, I’m sorry I’m not a goody two shoes like him!”
“That’s not what I-”
“Please, that’s exactly what you meant.”
He scoffed, shaking his head. “Look, I’m grounding you until you pull yourself together, understand?” And he did. He gave new orders to Friday when the both of you got home. You weren’t allowed to leave the compound without Tony’s permission.
Were you giving up that easily? Of course not.
You were on your laptop for the rest of the day, hacking into Friday’s system, the security to the elevator and the entrance. That night, your executed your plan and everything went smoothly.
“This is why you never underestimate me,” you sighed, deactivating the hack once you were out of the building.
Your friend who was picking you up was already waiting a few blocks away from the compound. “I hope you’re cool with me staying over for a couple days.”
“If a bunch of Avengers come and destroy my place to look for you, I’m not going to be friends with you anymore.”
You laughed at out, “oh trust me, they don’t care.”
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The next day no one noticed your absence, nobody did for another two days. Tony just assumed you were mad about your punishment, so he didn’t think of it much.
Not until Peter came to the compound on the third day, wanting to hang out with you.
“Whatcha got there, Pete?” Ethan asked.
“Star Wars movies. I wanna watch them with Y/N - she could use some company, don’t you think?”
The older Stark twin shrugged, “yeah, I guess she could.”
Peter then headed to the elevator and stopped at the floor where your room was. He knocked on your door and waited a bit, after a few minutes of silence he knocked again, still nothing.
“Y/N? Is it okay if I come in?” He called out. No response. He hesitated a bit, for all he knew you were probably changing or something, or you could be in danger. He went to open the door anyway. “I’m coming in, I’ll close my eyes just to be-”
To Peter’s surprise, your room was empty.
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You were at a 711 parking lot, waiting for your friends who were buying supplies for a house party. You gave them your wallet, not really caring about anything anymore. Your phone was starting to pile up with messages and missed calls from Tony, Edward and Peter, occasionally from the others as you scrolled pass more.
Without thinking you threw your phone to the ground, cracking the screen, breaking it completely. They’d be able to track you through it now that they know you ran away. You really had no intention of coming back. You weren’t wanted, what’s the point of going back?
#tony stark#tony stark imagines#tony stark x reader#tony stark x daughter!reader#tony stark x stark!reader#iron man#iron man imagines#tony stark angst#marvel#marvel imagines#the avengers#avengers#avengers x you#marvel cinematic universe#mcu#mcu imagines#peter parker#peter parker x reader
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Could I possibly request #37 from the song prompt list with Obi Wan? Maybe a little smutty? I love love love your writing!!
ALRIGHT GET READYYYYYYY
Pairings: Obi-wan Kenobi x reader (no y/n)
Warnings: a little smutty as requested. SO IF YOU'RE UNDER 18 PLEASE DONT READ. also this came out awfully angsty I'm so sorry anon I don't know if you wanted a fluffy ending. this is SAD.
Prompt: 37. "Baby just came back around, said she needs time to explore, said I can’t love her no more" - Baby came home by The Neighborhood
Word count: 919.
A/N: ALRIGHT FIRST REQUEST IM SO EXCITED!!!!!! i hope you like this!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS my soul is hurting. aLSO, you're very kind and for some reason I read that I love love love your writing with mr darcy's voice when he says "and I love- I love- I love you" and I'm oBSESSED. so thank yOU FOR THAT TOO ANON you just made my entire life thank you
It was the last time, you think. But then again it always was the last time.
He had just come home, maybe for a day or for a week, you never knew. He just came and went as he pleased, sometimes he wouldn't show for weeks and others —if you were lucky enough— he would stay for a few days.
Sometimes he was planetside and he wouldn't even reach you through the comms, you knew because you'd see his men running around the Temple sometimes, those orange shades that almost turned into yellow nodding your way when you passed by in sign of respect, even if they didn't know you.
Respectful men, those were them, but some say they get some traits from the Generals that leads them. You have yet to find if that theory is true, for the General of the 212nd has brought you nothing but pain.
This was the last time, you had promised yourself when you saw him behind the door, his light brown hair, with red undertones, still wet from the shower he had taken just before.
You'd promise yourself, as his lips explored your neck, biting here, nibbing there, sucking marks that were going to follow you the next couple of days, reminding you of this exact moment.
He whispered a few words, praising, claiming he missed you, if only that were true, you thought. Hot breath hitting your face as he went for another kiss, hard and needy, as if he'd die if he doesn't taste you, if he doesn't touch you, and his hands roaming your body, intoxicating, their touch leaving a gentle sear everywhere they've been, a flame that burns your body and it goes straight to your heart, makes it ache as it smothers there, filling you with smoke and dizziness.
"Obi-wan," the name leaves your lips at some point, between moans and whines and hard thrusts, like a prayer and also like something more, maybe a plead, a plead for him to stop leaving, for him to stay.
He doesn't listen, he never does. He keeps going.
His lips continue their hunt for every sweet spot on your body, even though he knows them well, tongue leaving wet trails in your throat and down your hardened nipples, wrapping them in his mouth, playing with them the same way he plays with your heartstrings.
Skilled, merciless, a teasing action that sucks all the breath from your chest and suffocates you. Leaves you panting, wanting for more.
Everything is messy, not thought well in the slightest. Just an action that is fired by another. It's just doing, not thinking of consequences nor the aftermath.
He had just came home, you know, but it's that what hurts the most. The fact that it's not your home the one he had came, it's not his to take nor to stay, just like it's not yours to come to his uninvited.
There's a grip on your waist that grounds you, along with the look of pure bliss on his face, eyebrows furrowing together, his blue eyes covered by his lids, sweet eyelashes kissing his skin.
And he fucks you, hard and deep, slow, like he wants to treasure the feeling of you, maybe for nights away when he feels so lonely, to treasure the smell of sex and sweat and keep it stashed in the back of his mind when he misses the touch of someone that isn't him.
Slow, like he doesn't want it to end.
But it does, eventually, as it all has to.
And he's getting his clothes back as you're left there, wrapped in a blanket that suddenly feels too dirty, and his come between your legs.
"We can't keep doing this anymore," you say, and you hate the way your voice breaks at the end. Your heart beats so fast you're scared he might hear it.
His blue eyes pierce trough yours, but he doesn't say anything.
"I can't love you," you admit, "not anymore, not like this."
And it breaks your heart, because you know that whatever feelings he has for you, he'd never show. That's not the Jedi way, you're well aware, you'll never be, he wouldn't let you, he wouldn't betray what he believes in the most.
"Do you love me?" You find yourself asking, the words leaving before you could even process them, and he looks crushed, like you just punched him in the stomach and you wish to know what he is thinking.
But he doesn't let you in, he never does.
His silence and the glassy look in his eyes are enough to answer you.
"You can't love me anymore," you state, and you wonder where did you get the strength for the words to leave your throat, "not like this. This isn't—" you drown a sob with a cough, "this isn't love, Obi."
And he knows that, he just hoped you wouldn't find out too soon, he just hoped you'd love him despite that.
He nods, and even if he's feeling a hurricane of emotions, he doesn't show.
"I'll let you be, then," he mumbles, stealing one last look, one he tries to commit to memory, with your disheveled hair and your burning cheeks.
Obi-wan stops, for just a second, in case you change your mind, he hopes you change your mind.
You don't, so he leaves, with your heart in his hands and every feeling he brought left with him, leaving you empty and alone, like he always does.
#obi wan kenobi x reader#obi wan x reader#obi wan kenobi#clone wars#star wars#pequels#star wars smut#obi wan kenobi smut
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without making this a sap story ive had some not so great news from home and am in one of them moods to not talk abt it. but i need a tom h to hug me , pls could u write something like that?
hey anon - i am sending u all my love, and hope things get a little easier for u as soon as possible. if u ever do wanna chat abt nothing or rant just send me a pm x I hope this is at least somewhat what u were looking for <33
summary: life is sometimes not good, but your fave boy makes it just a little easier to deal with (with some original help from his brother too)
a bit angsty but i promise mainly fluff (and a popcorn fight?)
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What drew you out of the sort-of-trance was a two soft but firm knocks at the door - well Tom’s bedroom door. You’d been relaxing with him and Harry, watching the new ‘Line of Duty’ when your mum had called for the daily catch up. Admittedly, she had already tried to call you twice today but somehow you’d managed to miss both of them. On reflection, possible not that shocking because you’d been at a charity golf day with the boys which involved a fair amount of noise, chat and competition.
Thankfully the boys had both done pretty well, Tom coming slightly ahead but that was the norm between the two. It meant they were both happily basking in their relative victories and not moody and grumpy like they are oh so often when things go wrong. Because to them, against your pleading, begging and sometimes lecturing…. golf was not just a game.
You and your mum had always been very close, so usually speaking to her was uplifting and made you feel a little bit more complete - what with travelling with Tom for work, her voice was a slice of home. This time though, it was not so much the case. It was just sad news about your home town. Nothing directly to your family or close friends but still, it makes you feel generally down.
Who knows how long it’d been since you’d hung up on the phone, just staring at the wall opposite. Everything felt just hollow and empty, lacking in meaning somewhat. You weren’t necessarily thinking, more like devoid of emotion, of thoughts, of anything. Just a bit cold.
“Y/n…Y/n?” His voice sounded hesitant, as though scared he was interrupting your call. When you didn’t respond, the door cracked open and his fluffy head poked in, not that you noticed - your brain was still half absent. Tom on the other hand, was instantly looking you up and down, very much confused as the why you looked so rigid and not present. Noticing the phone was lying quiet on the bed in front of you, he felt safe to enter. He made a beeline for the bed, perching himself down on the edge, in-front of you - so he was blocking your fascinating view of the grey wall opposite.
“What’s going on in that little head of yours?” His voice was soft and gravely, choosing not to put much energy into his vocal box as he rubbed up and down one of your arms.
“Hmmm? Sorry, was miles away.”
“Could tell darl.” As he chuckled his eyes crinkled round the outside. “How was your mum?”
“Yeh…um okay, I-I guess.” As much as you wanted to shake yourself out of it, it just wasn’t that easy. Everything was laced with this underlying chilliness.
“You sure? You dont really sound it?”
“No, I um…well I’m not sure. I think I’m okay?”
“What happened?” You shook your head in response, making Tom press his lips together with a small nod. “ Don’t wanna talk about it huh?”
“Not… not right now. Please?”
With a permitting nod, Tom stood up and squeezed your hand, urging you to follow. Trailing behind him into the living room, he then instructed you to take a seat on the sofa adjacent to Harry, Tom himself disappearing back into the house. It made you pout a little, you wanted him to just look after you a little this evening but that self pity wasn’t allowed to last long - because a piece of popcorn flew into your cheek. You whipped your head around, with mouth open feigning shock, to see Harry smirking at you cradling a bowl full of other possible missiles in hand.
“And what was that for?” He shrugged his shoulders, turning his head back to the TV.
“You looked sad.”
“…” Your mouth was open, no words coming out though, as you looked at the frizzy haired boy in bemusement. Sometimes you thought you understood how his head worked but at other points, the boy was a bloody mystery. Instead of explaining his thought process (because there almost certainly wasn’t one), he just smiled evily at you - wiggling his brows. And I know you know what that meant.
Sure enough by the time Tom reentered the room, arms full with different objects he’d collected round the house, the floor had been littered with popcorn kernels. You and Harry were squealing at each other as handfuls of the snack were catapulted vaguely at each other as you chased him round the room. It took Tom shouting at the both of you for you to freeze, slowly lowering your hands in ceasefire with a giggle.
“I leave you alone for two minutes.”
“ It was his fault!” You protested, causing a 5 minute of ‘ he said-she said’ between the two of you, even if Tom wasn’t listening to the bickering. Instead, he quickly whizzed round the room picking up all the obvious popcorn bits and then spread out all the blankets he’d got from round the rented house on the sofa.
You knew Harry, in his very own and special way, was only doing all this to cheer you up and you couldn’t appreciate it more. Your relationship with him had recently got so much closer, thanks to Tom being busy on set actually filming - while you and Harry just had some quality ‘almost sibling’ times. And now living with him too - naturally he had grown to know your tells almost as well as Tom.
“Alright children calm down… thought we could watch movie?” Plopping himself down on the cream seat, Tom made grabby hands to you which of course you had to comply with.
“I’ll um… I’m gonna leave you to- well to the being in love shit. It’ll make me chunder”
“We love you too bro” Tom called to Harry, who was already on his way out - but the tone of gratefulness in his voice was evident, he appreciated Harry noticing that the two of you could do with time together.
“Don’t make it weird!” Harry’s response had you sniggering, as you pulled the fluffiest blanket over both you and Tom and nestling into his side.
After a few minutes of Tom pretending to argue with you about film choice, before ultimately agreeing with your choice of ‘La la land’ as he always planned on letting you. The Holland boys were both very talented at subtly being a shoulder if needed, and yes you knew it was all an act - but you weren’t about to call him out. About halfway through he kissed the crown of your head and murmured. “Can tell you’re not watching darling.” He wasn’t wrong to be fair. Yes, you were looking at the screen - but your mind was far away from the plot line.
“Sorry I um… minds like a runaway train sometimes.” Tom released a breathy chuckle at that before murmuring a ‘come ‘ere’ to you as he all but lifted you up from sitting by his side. You ended up lying almost onto of him, with both of Tom’s strong arms holding you tightly to him. Smiling into his chest, you nestled closer so the soundtrack to the movie played over the top of his constant thudding heartbeat. It took a few moments of you both just staring into the screen, completely contented for Tom to speak, squeezing you slightly tighter whilst the two of you watched Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone twirling on the road.
“I gotchu now lovie”
And you swore then that all the thoughts racing in your mind were outpaced by those of a different kind. Still intense ideas, ones that buzzed round your brain, but these were happy. Thoughts of ‘how could I be so lucky’ and ‘I love this man with my whole heart’.
Apparently these thoughts were also a comfort because when Tom looked down at you after what must’ve been at least half an hour, you were spark out. Breathing deep and unchanging, eye locked shut and mouth slightly squashed against his chest so your lips were pressed together. But what made the boy physical pout was the way you relaxed hand was loosely balled round a fistful of his purple hoodie. As if you were clutching at him to keep him as close to you as possible.
He felt so grateful - not only for you, but also for the fact that he had the ability to make it a little better. You didn’t need him - Tom swore you were one of the most fiercely independent people he’d ever met - yet it was clear you wanted him. You wanted him when you felt down, the same way you wanted to be around him when you were overly hyper and chatting pure rubbish. You didn’t want him because he was the ‘Tom Holland’ you wanted him because he was Tom.
He couldn’t fix what was going on back at your home (I mean right now, he still didnt even know what was going on). But he did know how to make everything just a little less shit. He knew how to be your person.
And that would forever be job Tom was most proud of.
once again sending u all lots of love (esp u anon 💕)
would love to know what u guys think if ya made it this far ;)
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#tom holland#Tom Holland fluff#tom holland x reader#tom holland blurb#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland angst#tom holland x y/n#tom holland imagines#harry holland
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Angsty gojohime anon here (that's too long you can call me Mikki :-P) here's some fluff as damage control lol:
So I read this on your blog right here that not only gojo but geto and shoko have a thing for uta too cuz, well uta is the campus heartthrob.
So they're all just camping out in geto's dorm at like 3 in the morning and the topic soon turns to when did you realise that uta is hot or when did you develop a crush on our beloved senpai.
Suguru and shoko say something standard like she was wearing this particular outfit and she looked really good or the first time she smiled at me I thought she's so pretty. And then it's gojo's turn and he thinks his thing is pretty normal too but he starts it by saying, "it was the summer of 1994" and the two just sit up straight.
And this idiot is just going on about how his family used to have some important business with the ioris so they used to come over a lot and that's when he had met seven year old 'utahime-chan' and he rarely ever got to play with any kids his age so it was great that someone as sweet as her was willing to be his friend and how they used to play on the big grounds of the gojo estate and one day they had sat together and made flower crowns together and he had made her a flower ring and put it on her finger and she had happily taken it home with her.
By the time he's done sugushoko are the staring at him dead silent. And he asks, "what happened?"
And shoko just slowly says, "bro....that ain't just a simple crush."
Meanwhile suguru has already started writing his best man speech
(I'm having heavy brainrot so I'm gonna be in your asks a lot, hope you don't mind lol)
HI mikki! nice to properly know you!!
Gosh. I love that despite sugushoko had a cute little crush on utahime, they gonna be all supportive of Gojo. Sashisu supremacy <33 I love that they listened when gojo will open up. he's gonna be shy at first but he probably been keeping that for a while now on his own....Geto and shoko would help him makes his moves. Shoko becoming Uta's bestfriend is the best thing that happened for them too... Gojo being all known to be lady's man but completely an idiot in front of utahime is so cute..
btw I commed a fic similar to this where Gojo and Utahime were childhood friends (inspired by my archer Uta are) with Bea (a writer moot of mine) about this and spoiler: the current chapter is Gojo going to jujutsu tech about to meet Geto and Shoko and this is how I imagine Gojo would tell about his lady from back home...
Posting the fic link here if u wanna read too :3
LINK: The A Team by chiuwurita
ALSO! dont worry! my ask is always open for u guys <3 it feels nice to brainrot with someone and heck yes Im 24/7 brainrotting about this two hehe
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Can I send a request for a fic with venti and a gender neutral mc? It's not really meant to be romantic or anything along those lines. I've just been constantly thinking about how the mc was stripped of everything, including their wings when they lost their fight against the unknown god, and how the gliders might have brought them a bit of comfort when trying to get accustomed to Mondstadt.
Something more heartfelt, maybe the mc just talking to venti after a late night out, or just waking up in the middle of the night to take a stroll in peace away from paimon, amber and the rest of the Chaotic knights of favonious.
This is more of a prompt if anything- I dont usually send requests so I dont know how to format them- sorry about that :'0
A/n: first time writing Venti. Oof. Hopes it's alright and anon I hope this is close to what you wanted.
Genre: Angst. Some fluff. (The power of friendship.)
Warning: It gets a bit angsty before it get softer.
Summary: The reality of your circumstances of the trapped traveler get you and Venti offers you some advice and comfort as your friend.
Word count: 1,420
In The Days To Come (How Much Will I Miss You?);
It was a series of perfect events, little coincidences, Paimon got distracted a while back by the smell of food, fluttering off with 'Delicious. Tasty food! Paimon will be back' before vanishing from your side. The knight of Favonius had no urgent problems to ask for your aid with now that the Dvalin has been saved and Mondstadt and its people can rest easy. You finally had time to yourself, time to feel and think of your new reality.
It was the gentlest tug, pull of melancholy it crept up slowly, slowly, slowly all day nipping at your heels until you felt it from your toes to your head. Numbness, so empty at first then came sadness buried deep, ignored for days for the sake of saving others, making sure others were happy, living in their home, with their family-- while you were still missing yours. It felt unfair. Resentment and anger reared their ugly heads, howling like starving, ravenous beats.
What an overwhelming torrent of emotion, waves after wave, lapping at your chin, your mouth, your nose. Sinking. Sinking. Sinking. No. Drowning.
Until there was nothing but a muffled, muted haze of the world around you.
If you nodded and 'hm', 'yes', 'sure', 'okay' your way through passing conversations no one noticed. Oh, how kind, brave and stoic the traveler was! Our hero! Maybe you didn't want to be a hero. You just wanted your sibling back.
Gliding from the highest building in Mondstadt in the dead of night, you could close your eyes, imagine it, see it, your wings, the wind through your hair, the laughter of your best friend, your constant companion, your sibling-- 'I am absolutely certain, I can beat you!', 'Ha! How hilarious. You just try to keep up!'
Then your feet hit the cobblestone of Mondstadt, your eyes snap open and that dream, that wish, all of it shatters into the most fragile fragments, fading away, slipping out of your mind, no matter how hard you try to grasp onto it, hold it close. Gone.
You just want to cry.
Figures it would be Venti who just so happens to find you. In the late hours of the night, every minute passes towards that too late but also too early threshold of time.
He is whistling, then humming a gentle, soft song. Lyrics and melody unknown to you, deft, nimble fingers strum quiet, easy notes from his lyre.
Quiet footsteps approaching your seating form, nearly hunched over a ledge outlooking most of Mondstadt from this peak near the cathedral and the statue of your friend, it was still a little odd to think of Venti, the whimsical, chaotic bard as a god but easier to wrap your mind around given the fact you had traveled to many different realms and worlds in the past.
"How lucky I am to find a lone traveler, perhaps I could provide you with some company?" Venti interrupts his little performance to sit down beside you, cradling his lyre in his hands, you don't really have the energy to even answer or protest his presence even if you wanted.
"Did you catch a bit of my new tune? I must work on something that will blow away even Master Diluc! Perhaps enough for a night of free drinks in the tavern in exchange for the request of my music!" Venti exclaims rather determinedly as always, especially when it came to getting the best wine possible, for free as well. The lengths he'd be willing to go is almost admirable in a way.
Your answering silence, no laugh, huff or even a scoff at his expense nor a head shake, roll eyes. Nothing.
"Ah poor traveler, your gloom could bring down even the brightest flowers bloom, what has doubled your trouble?" Even his joking yet sincere rhyming can't bring much of a reaction to your face and that eats away at Venti. Never one to want his friends to suffer, not if he is there to help in whatever way he can.
Venti loses his playful, mischievous nature for the moment in favor of being serious. It's then he is more Anemo Archon then Venti the bard.
"What is wrong, friend?"
One tear is followed by many others, everything rushes to the surface, you shake, tremble, break under the weight of your own sorrow. Sobbing out to the blinking stars far, far away.
"What if my sibling is gone forever? What if I never find any clues, signs? What if I spend the rest of my life trapped here, searching and searching?" You sound half hysterical with grief and worry, rambling out every doubt, insecurity you have kept so tightly hidden away. Because everyone else had their own problems and all the problems they wanted you to solve.
"Years side by side, through every trouble, every battle, every adventure, journey, they were always with me. Now? I am alone. My power, my wings, my sibling taken from me." You sniff and cough, squeezing your eyes shut as the world around your blurs and become a mess of colors.
"I am tired. I am scared. Why do I always have to be brave? Strong? My whole life has been turned upside down and I have barely had time to adjust! To take all of this in, it feels like every person I meet needs my help for something unrelated to finding my only family!" You can't help the way your words turn exhausted and bitter.
Venti waits and listens to your venting without interruption. It's only once he is sure you have let it all out that he speaks.
"There is no shame in your sorrow, your pain. You have been thrown into a situation unfamiliar and unless anything you have experienced before and you are being forced to endure this without your closest friend, your sibling." Venti's tone is slow, decisive as if he is giving every single word meticulous thought.
"You are incorrect to assume that means you are alone. You have new friends here, people who care about you, your journey and your goal. Paimon, Me, Jean, Lisa, Diluc, Kaeya, Amber, we all care for you. And you will have our support whenever you need it. Without question." The finality and firmness of his statement leaves no room for argument.
You realize and recognize the truth in his words and Venti stays by your side, in the quiet night as you cry and cry, relieving the tangled knot of everything you had let grow, fester and linger for so long, even before you found Paimon.
Venti plays a soothing harmony, a mellow, delicate dance of the strings of his lyre and his soft voice, singing; something just for you, for the moment of trust and sharing between two friends. It is a lovely, comforting song as your tears begin to dry and the burden on you is lessened for now.
It's easy to smile and hum along with Venti as if you've heard this a dozen times.
You have no idea what is awaiting you on the journey, what struggles you will face, what obstacles and hardships that will cause you to stumble and fall but you do have friends who will be there to pick you back up again and again.
"Paimon just enjoyed a juicy, sweet, savory meal! (Name) you should have join- wait a minute!" Paimon takes one look at you and her cheeks puff out in anger, it's too cute to be truly scary but the glares she shoots at Venti is fiercely defensive.
"What did you do tone-deaf bard?!"
You laugh, reaching out to take hold of Paimon, you hug her gentle. Paimon squeaks out in surprise but you feel her tiny arms gently squeeze your neck.
"I have done nothing wrong, this time." Venti had paused his private little song, ensuring it was something meant to be shared between you two just like this night would be a shared memory to look back on.
Paimon wiggles away from you, floating before you, you watch her stick her tongue out at Venti, blowing and making a hilarious show of her disbelief. "Paimon doesn't believe you! Apologize to them now!"
In the ensuing 'fight' between Venti and Paimon, you watch Venti reach forward and pinch her cheek and the small girl lunged at him in a failed attempt to choke him, you are sure, Venti holds her back with a hand over her face.
You laugh.
Yeah, you had friends and you weren't alone.
#genshin impact#genshin impact one shots#genshin impact scenarios#genshin impact reader insert#genshin impact venti
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Angst 1 for Jason? I'm feeling like some sad lightning boi I dont know why but ye
Hello darling Anon! Thanks for the prompt and I hope I did you well🥺 dis is hella angsty
Jercy Masterlist
Jason Grace doesn't have enough fingers to list how many things he's done wrong in the last month.
1. Losing his best friend
2.Losing his girlfriend
3.Being unable to help all the demigod's he's promised
4.Letting Reyna down by not coming back to SPQR
5.Dammit he can't even put on his fucking shirt the right way.
Holding in a scream he tugs it off and flips it so the tag is on the inside. He's proud of himself for not ditching clothing altogether, ditching life altogether. There is so much temptation in taking to the skies and floating for the rest of his days. It's not like anyone would miss him, would even notice he was gone. And maybe it's for the best. It certainly wouldn't be unexpected. For years he's wanted to be anonymous, just another one of the Campers. For years he's secretly rejected his titles as Son of Jupiter, Praetor of New Rome, Slayer of the Black Throne. He shouldn't complain now that he's ignored, unwanted.
There's a knock at his cabin that he pulls him out of his self-deprecating pity hour. Checking to make sure he has his pants and shirt on and his head firmly on his neck he grabs his sword and opens the door.
"Jason!" Will Solace gasps, "Please come it's Nico!"
His heart turns to stone, lungs become useless masses, "Let's go." He manages to breathe, "Brief me on the way."
They sprint through the camp, uncaring of the shouts and greetings coming from every side. They don't have time. It seems ever since they had defeated Kronos the clocks spin uncontrollably; hours are seconds and minutes only exist in the afternoon and nobody knows if one week is seven days or three blinks of an eye, if years are twelve months or a century.
"A breach at the west border. Monsters we've never seen before. They just snuck up on us. Nico's been raising the dead to fight but I'm afraid he's not strong enough yet. Not after the war. He'll burn out soon and they'll overwhelm him." Will gasps.
"How many?"
"Twenty maybe twenty five?"
"You call anyone else?"
The Son of Apollo shakes his head as they sprint around the corner, "Percy is in school he only arrives tomorrow. Clarisse is gone to visit her mom and there's so many Campers in the infirmary. The rest are the little ones."
"How fa—" Jason beholds the scene in front of him and every nerve in his body shut down.
There in the middle of skeletal warriors and black shadows is Nico Di Angelo. All around them are scaly four-legged vipers hissing and spitting. One opens its grossly enormous jaw and snaps it around a skeleton with a sickening crunch. Another skeleton pops up in the exact same place and with a rattling, he supposes is a scream, attacks the monster.
"NICO!" Will screams, trying to catch his boyfriend's attention.
The Son of Hades although dangerously powerful is grey and heaving as if the sheer force of his summonings are turning his own body to it's bony structure.
"Go!" Will shouts at him.
With a nod, Jason pulls his sword out and steps into the ring of the dead.
Gods these things are a hundred times more terrifying up close. Sharp teeth and poisoned spikes on their tales and oh gods jagged claws to top it all off. But he's fought armies before and survived. This will not deter him. So with the force of Zeus and the strategies of Jupiter flowing through his muscles he brings his sword down on the first creature.
It shrieks and his ears ring like a bell clanging in his skull. But the head thumps to the ground and the monster crumbles to dust.
Decapitation then.
He sidesteps the swish of a tail, chopping it off as it goes past. First mistake. Three tails grow back and he knows one drop of poison will be enough to end him. He vaults into the air using the wind to push him as high as possible and then he's slamming in the body of the creature and sawing at its head.
His foot slams into the ground as the monster powders underneath him. Second mistake. His ankle is broken and there's three more of these things advancing towards him.
He bites down a scream as he attempts to walk. It's no use. Stand here and fight it is. Summoning as much lightning as he can, blue eyes sparking maliciously, he looks directly into the first of them and slams five thousand volts of electricity into its brain. Before he knows it's dead he's onto the next. This time he bides his time, let's it come closer and when he can hear its ugly breathing and feel its lack of heat he stabs his sword into its neck and watches it bleed black.
The third monster is clever, it's learnt. But Jason doesn't know. So he gathers all his strength and waits for it to pounce. By now Nico is a few meters away, holding his own but pale beyond healthy. The monster shakes its body, scales rippling in the afternoon sun. It takes one step closer. Jason grips his sword, holds the power thrumming in his fingers. The monster moves again and he swears its smiling.
He turns to Nico, "You good?"
Third mistake. The monster let's out a vile screech and slams into them.
"NICO!" Someone screams. It sounds like Percy Jackson. But that can't be right. Percy is in school.
The creature's tail swipes at the Son of Hades.
Jason can't move as it's claws wrap around his throat.
I can't do anything right, he thinks. Those talons pierce his skin. The world goes black.
***
"He's a fucking idiot."
"Lay off. How was he supposed to know?"
"Maybe if he wasn't so caught up in trying to make friends he would have been able to do something."
"Leave him alone."
"Alright you lot, get out of here. I'll call you when he's awake."
Jason tries to open his eyes, tries to say something, anything. But he feels a prick in his neck and reality fades away.
***
"Is he awake?"
"How long does this take?"
"He had a broken ankle and a slit throat. Maybe a little patience is in order?"
"I still think we should send him back."
"That's enough! It wasn't his fault and we will stop acting like it.".
The Son of Jupiter groans, blinking into the world. Everything hurts. Everything. And the light above his head is blinding.
"What the hell happened?" He rasps.
"You almost got Nico killed is what!" Someone snaps.
He blinks trying to find the source of such bitterness. "I what?"
"What the fuck were you trying to do saying hi in the middle of battle?"
The room finally shifts into focus and he sees three faces staring at him intently, varying degrees of anger and relief in their expressions.
"Well?" Hazel looks at him, "What were you trying to accomplish? Were you actively trying to get him killed? I know you didn't trust him but trying to kill him Jason? I thought you got passed that after Cupid. Nico told me he trusted you."
"Hazel!" Percy Jackson glares at her.
"I'm—" He chokes, "I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure he was okay. I— I didn't know the monster would try to get both of us." He's crying now, red hot tears spilling onto the white sheets of the infirmary bed.
"That's the problem Grace, you don't think." There is so much pain in her voice.
"Im sorry," He sobs, "Is he okay? Is he— is he—"
"He is fine Jason," Will says softly, "He managed to jump back before the tail swiped him. He's actually really worried about you. We all are."
He doesn't know what to say to that. He doesn't even know if he deserves that. Hazel is right. If he hadn't distracted Nico they wouldn't be in this situation. It was dumb luck that Nico managed to get out of the way. If he hadn't. Oh gods, Jason would have been responsible for killing his friend.
With that though he turns over in his bed and heaves straight into the trashcan.
"Everyone leave us." Percy's voice is soft, but there is an unmistakable command in it.
The buzzing of the infirmary hushes as people file out and Will gently clicks the door behind him.
"I didn't meant to distract him," Jason cries.
The Son of Poseidon clasps their hands together and looks into him, "I know Jase. I know."
He breaks down, sobs wracking his aching body. He can't even keep his head up. And the tears are ever flowing. He can't breathe, he can't breathe, he can't do this.
Percy hops onto the bed and takes him into his arms. They sit there for many moments, the sound of his crying disrupting every inch of the silence.
"I can't do this anymore Percy."
He feels the demigod stiffen and he's afraid he said too much, has pushed another person away. But then his head is being tilted up by a soft hand and he's looking into oceans.
"Tell me what's wrong."
"There is no-one left and I cannot do this alone."
Something sparks in those emerald green eyes.
"You have never been alone Jason Grace. When the world is dust and the gods can once again become mortal, you will find that only one thing still exists."
"What— what is that?" He hiccups.
"Love. You cannot be alone if you have love."
His eyes pool with tears, fall to the floor, "Lies. There is no love."
"You have forgotten my friend what it feels like. And that is no one's fault but ours. We should have been there. Should have helped you, seen the signs. I should have known."
"Why you?"
"Because I know what it's like to have everything you've never wanted and bear the burden anyway. And when I left I added to yours. I'm sorry for that. I got selfish, wanted to know what it was like to live. But that meant you suffered."
"It's not your fault. I just thought I was stronger than I am."
"You are strong. You are so strong because you are still here. You took the nature of the gods and made it your own. Took the burden of everyone in these camps and carried it on your shoulders."
"Thank you," He mumbles, getting lost in the seas, "For saying that. When did you get so philosophical and wise?"
Percy cracks a grin at that, "After Tartarus I started going to therapy. I think you should too."
He mulls it over, flips the idea around in his mind, "Okay."
"And maybe..." The black haired boy pauses, "Maybe you should come with me to Montauk for the winter holidays. I think you could use a break from all the hero stuff."
"Really?" His eyes widen, staring at his friend.
"Really. Annabeth is in Cali to spend time with her dad and my mom and Paul are just going to spend some time at home with Estelle. I could use company."
"Won't you dad like blast me for being in his territory?"
"I'll talk to him," He smirked.
"Okay. That would be great!"
Percy gives him another squeeze and then jumps to the floor.
"Rest easy Grace."
"Jackson," He stops the demigod in his tracks, "Thank you for this. I needed it."
"We are alive Grace, and we are enough." Those green eyes are intense, filled with emotion. "Remember that."
Jason nods and when he finally succumbs to sleep once more, his soul takes a deep breathe and exhales a new beginning.
#I just love philosophical self help Percy okay#Let me be#Jason grace#Nico di Angelo#Percy Jackson#Will solace#Hazel Levesque#Baby fanfic#Baby fanfic series#PJSSG fanfic#PJSSG asks#Ciara's Convos#She speaks#Anon requests#not edited
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Upcoming Requests
As I promised, I’m popping on to post a list of all my requests I’m doing. I know I have asks and messages, but I’m not going to go through them right now, but I appreciate all your support everyone. I’m not tagging people who requested until it’s posted because most of these are anons. Please like and reblog this, just so others are aware of what I’m doing, and comment which pieces you’re looking forward to the most! It’s a LONG list, so I’m adding a read more option. I’m not posting these in any order, that’s just how they’re listed.
Also check out my writing challenge in my bio!
Requests:
Bellamy Blake:
Can you do a Bellamy x reader? which takes place in season 3 with the chips that take away their pain. The reader is going through something and wants to take it but Bellamy stops them? Love your writing and don’t care about the haters!
Hi! It’s me again. I’ve got this BellamyxReader idea where the reader has become more and more reckless, and when she kills someone she doesn’t even flinch. Everyone’s worried, especially Bellamy. When they get to restrain chipped-Raven and they’re taking shifts to check on her. While it’s the reader’s turn, Raven says something that makes her snap. I have 2 ideas for the end: either the readers goes out and points a gun to her head or she points it to Raven. Either way, Bellamy stops her. (I was thinking that maybe no one knows about it and that the reader’s been keeping it under control with the meds Kane managed to give her before she was sent to earth with the 100 (maybe she could be Kane’s daughter).Then, when Jaha started chipping everyone, ALIE ordered someone to steal her meds and she didn’t really want to tell anyone about the missing meds. She started to go through the maniac phase of it, and people around her (Bellamy, Clarke) started to notice that something was off Then, coming back to my original request lol, Raven told her that they stole their meds to mess with her and you can connect it with the rest of my other request)
Hi there, I was wondering if i could request an angsty/fluffy S5 Bellamy fic based on the song “Hesitate” by the Jonas Brothers? Thank you ☺❤
Is it possible to get a bellamy one-shot or something based on the song “I hate you, I love you” by gnash and olivia o’brien? I’m not really picky (at all) by what the plot is, but I feel like it’s a good song to write a fic about, thanks girlie 💜 ~ Posted!
Okay soooo I have this on my mind for aawhile!Are you able to do a Bellamy Blake x plus size (if you want) reader imagine based on the song “Don’t wanna fall in love” by KYLE… if you want though!
Hi! I have a request What about a Bellamy x Reader based on the song Happy Pills by Weathers?
Would you be willing to do a Bell x Reader based on the song ALARM by Anne-Marie? Maybe something in season 1, but you can decide a different season if it’s easier☺
Your song fics are so goooddddd! Can you PLEASE do one based on If the World was Ending? Its by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels. Can it be a lot of angst and maybe a cute ending if it works? Thank you!!!!!
Hi!! I love your work! I was wondering if you could write a Bellamy x reader based on the song Hot Girl Bummer by blackbear! Thank you ❤�� have a nice day!
Could you maybe do something Season 1 Bellamy where he's tough and lets everybody "do whatever the hell they want" but he's bossier to you and you're a rebellious spirit but he's actually being hard on you because he really really likes you and he doesn't want anything to happen to you (he's bossy in a roundabout way so he makes sure you get dinner and are safe and stuff) and maybe something happens and she gets hurt cause she's mad at him and he admits his feelings for her? Sassy and sweet?
Sirius Black:
hello! can i request an imagine in which reader is Lucius’ little sister, so she has a bad reputation among the marauders, but on their last year, her and Sirius are supposed to work on a project together so they start spending more time together and he realises that she’s not like her family at all, so they start developing feelings for each other? maybe they even kiss in the end? hehe. thanks!
Hey sweets! I was wondering if I could request a oneshot with young!Sirius please? Something with a lot of mutual pining? Also if the reader could be in Ravenclaw that would be really nice :) Thanks anyways 💓
can i request an extremely fluffy (floof upon floof) and wholesome fic with sirius? :’) thank you
Could you please write a Sirius x reader where the reader is a Gryffindor but is very quiet and cold and Sirius tries to get closer to her?
Hey! I saw that your requests for the marauders were open. I would like to request a Sirius oneshot where he has a crush on reader who is super sassy and will not give him time of the day. He is a bit sad and so maybe James takes it upon himself to get them together? Maybe as a bonus they help July get together too? Thankyou 😍
Hey! How are you? Thanks to Seira I discovered you were writing for the marauders! So I was thinking could you right something on the marauders (Sirius x reader) were it’s full moon and they’re in the muggle world. Moony is stuck in the middle of a village, there is a lot of muggle around him so the reader (who is an animagus too since she’s a marauder) save him but finish hurt by a villager so Sirius protect her and carry her away? I hope it’s understandable and sorry if my English is bad :)
Barry Allen:
Hiii! One last request before you close them! Maybe a Barry Allen x reader where the reader has got “dark” powers? I picture her like Billie Eilish in her music video “Bury a Friend”. I don’t know if I explained it clearly 😂
James Potter:
I really love your works on Harry Potter (basically marauders) Can I request 14, 16, 18, 23, 28 for James Potter. Can reader be Remus' twin sister, a Gryffindor? I I would be really happy to read it. Also if possible can you make a happy ending for it? I trust you can write a perfect fic! Thank you:) (are you still open to this kind of requests?)~ Posted!
could u maybe work on a lil james potter fic (cus ur reqs for him are open)? one where he's trying so hard to get a girl in the quidditch team (but she's bolder than he is so she tells him she'll only join if he goes on a date w her) i thought it'd be pretty cool... thank u
I don't know if you are taking one shot requests but if you are, I would like to request a James Potter x reader (different houses, not specified) where they enter a Hogwarts Couples Baking Challenge and they're just having fun. Thanks!
Remus Lupin:
Hi!!! Could I get a gender neutral!reader x Remus?? Something with mutual pining maybe?? Also I would love if the reader is in hufflepuff!! Thank you!!!
Hey! Can I request a oneshot with Remus where he likes reader who is Lily's best friend and us smarter than her too and is also a prefect? He asks for her help to study and accidentally confesses his feelings at the same time/or confesses during one of their prefect rounds? Thankyou!
can i request some angst for younger remus where it's a couple days after the full moon and he looks for the reader so they can cuddle (they're already dating) and he finds them kissing another guy, and he asks reader why and the readers like "i dont want you anymore, i love this guy, blah blah blah" and he's heart broken but later somehow reader's friend finds out the guy gave them a love potion and fixes it, and reader has to try to explain to Remus that it's what happened but he doesn't (1/2) believe her, and it's all angsty because he's mad at her but in the end he understands or something like that, and i am SO sorry that this is so long, and i love love love your writing~ Posted!
John Murphy:
I think 18 by 1D would be such a cute song for Murphy! I saw your requests were open for him (THANK GOD because your writing is incredible!) and I was hoping you wouldn’t mind? Thanks love!
John Murphy with a reader that got her arm or leg or both taken on earth and it’s about her recovering and John helping her. If you can’t do John then sorry for bothering!!
Undecided:
I wasn't going to ask this because I already requested something (believe me when I say I read the moment I knew lots of times already), but just trying it won't hurt me, right? (right? 😭) I need something based on lover of mine by 5sos it can be bellamy, sirius, james, remus or bucky, whoever you think would fit better. thank you for putting up with my shit 🤧 love you tons - 🍑 (Undecided because I haven’t figured out who to write for yet, I think it might be Bucky)
So this is hella randombut can u do a eli goree x reader ship. Eli played wells on the 100 and mad dog on riverdale btw. Anyway can it be were your also famous actor and played in the 100 and riverdale ect and u guys are playing a game on the jimy falon show and your picking random QUITIONS from a dec of cards abd most of them are things having to fo with ur friend ship (u guys are like bestfriends and everybody ships u2) reader picks random card that says I asked you out would you say yes? (Undecided because my requests aren’t open for Eli and I’ve never written for an actor before, but I kinda wanna write this despite my requests not for him. So idk yet. Question: If I do write this, do you Eli to say yes? and do you want them together? No promises on writing it, but send me an ask and let me know please.)
#Request list#todo#Requests closed#send asks#bellamy blake x reader#Sirius black x reader#barry allen x reader#remus lupin x reader#james potter x reader#bucky barnes x reader#let me know which ones yall are waiting for#I came i posted imma leave
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