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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Yuma Ecstasy [Prologue]

ー The scene starts by the World Tree

Yui: ( Yuma-kun...He hasn’t come out today either. )

( I was hoping that once he had calmed down, we could make a grave for Lucks-san to give him at least somewhat of a proper send-off. )

( But by the looks of it, I guess it’s still difficult for him to give all of this a place... )

...Huh?

( What an incredibly large tree...I wonder what kind of tree it is? )

Shuu: That’s the World Tree.

ー Shuu walks up to her

Yui: Shuu-san...Are you talking about this tree?

Shuu: Yeah. You were curious, right? It shows on your face right away.

Yui: D-Does it?

Shuu: This is...A tree which controls the World, just like its name suggests.

I doubt you’re aware of it, but this World has disappeared many times, before being born again.

Apparently that’s how the eras come and go.

Shuu: Father once told me that this Tree will also wither and bloom in accordance to that.

Yui: So basically this World has been reborn time after time?

Shuu: I guess so. I don’t know all the details either.

Well, unfortunately, it seems like this Tree has already withered quite a bit.

Yui: ( ...He’s right. There’s a bunch of dead leaves scattered around it. But... )

This tree also disappears and grows again alongside the World, right? In which case, once it withers...

Shuu: The World might also come to an end alongside it.

Oh well, it comes from that guy. Who knows if he was speaking the truth or not. Although I won’t deny that it’s an ominous story.

Yui: It’s a little scary, huh...?

Shuu: ...Say, don’t you resent me?

Yui: Eh...?

Shuu: You wanted to save the Ghouls as well, didn’t you? Then don’t you bear a grudge against me for killing that one Ghoul?

Yui: ...I don’t.

Of course, it hurts me too when I consider how Yuma-kun must feel right now. But still...

I fully realize that you had no other choice back then.

Because I believe you would have died if you didn’t make that choice.

Shuu: Hah...You never change, do you? You’re such a fool, still trying to stick up for me even though you’re in love with Yuma.

...I guess it might have been fate that the two of us would one day find ourselves in this sort of situation.

We were never quite on the same page after all. Like two different tones clashing with each other.

I’m pretty sure it’s been like that ever since we kids. Although I didn’t pay mind to it back then because it was such a trivial thing.

Yui: But...You were friends, right?

Shuu: ...Who knows. It’s been too long, I forgot.

...I’ll get going now. I’m pretty sure that’d be for the best.

Yui: Eh?

ー Yuma approaches them

Yui: Yuma-kun!

Shuu: ...

ー Shuu walks away

Yui: Ah, Shuu-saーー

Yuma: Lay it off, Yui.

Yui ( ...I guess he’s still upset after all. )

( I can’t believe they’ve had such a fall-out during a time when we should be working together instead... )

...Are you alright?

Yuma: Yeah, I made ya worried, didn’t I? ...Or that’s what I’d like to tell ya at least, but to be honest, my mind’s still a mess.

I feel pathetic havin’ to say this but I have no clue what to do.

Say, what do ya...think I should do next?

Yui: ...I...can definitely understand why Ruki-kun and the others want to protect Eden.

I also realize that they simply don’t have the time to be saving the Ghouls now when they already have their hands full with that.

However...Even so, I don’t want to simply disregard Lucks-san’s feelings and his desire to bring the Ghouls happiness either.

That’s why I believe it would be best to try and do whatever we can for the Ghouls, all while protecting Eden at the same time...I suppose.

Yuma: ...Well, that would be ideal. I feel the same way.

But now’s hardly the time to be talkin’ ‘bout best-case-scenarios.

We received an update from our Familiars. It seems like various Demon Clans are ready to work together and wipe out the Ravens for good.

Yui: Wipe out...!? Why would they do that!?

Yuma: I dunno why but...That Kino bastard has been huntin’ down Demons in the human world, remember? Seems like the different Clan leaders picked up on that.

Kino might be Karlheinz-sama’s son and a force to be reckoned with, he’s still workin’ together with Ghouls.

I can’t imagine those Ghouls can stand up ‘gainst an army of Demons. ...What happened to Lucks proves my point.

If an actual war breaks loose, I’m pretty sure Rotigenberg will go up in flames in no time.

With the Ghouls sufferin’ the same fate, obviously.

Yui: Ugh...

Yuma: I mean, sure, after everythin’ Kino and those Ghouls did, ya could say they sealed their own fate.

But well, the other Demons have been those Ghouls like shit too, haven’t they?

Despite shunnin’ them, they don’t shy away from usin’ them as slaves when it benefits them.

It’s hella pretentious of them to think they can now just get rid of them from the moment they become a nuisance.

Yui: So the Demons didn’t simply dislike the Ghouls?

Yuma: No, that’s the exact reason. They made the Ghouls do all of the dirty work they don’t want to do themselves.

In other words, they used them to their advantage.

In the end, Ghouls are nothin’ but tools in their eyes. That’s why they can kill them without battin’ an eye.

Even though the Ghouls...and Boss, they’ve only tryin’ to live their life to the fullest. As if I’d let this happen...!

Yui: ...

Yuma: ...My bad. I guess I really haven’t sorted out my emotions yet.

But I can’t help but be reminded of the past by this whole situation.

Those who think they can use power to force their will, they don’t care if others suffer as a result of their actions.

Even if it kills someone, they can just easily move on with their lifves. ...I don’t wanna be that sorta guy.

Yui: ( Yuma-kun... )

...Hey, Yuma-kun. Why don’t we make a grave for Lucks-san?

Yuma: A grave?

Yui: You mentioned this way back as well, didn’t you? That you wanted to give your friends a proper burial.

Even though he met his end in such an unfortunate way, if you send him your prayers...It could be a way to somewhat repay him, right?

Yuma: But Lucks-san is gone. There’s nothin’ to bury...

Yui: We can bury his soul, not his physical body. And we can pray...that his soul may rest in peace.

Unlike before, you now know exactly where he is after all. So...What do you say?

Yuma: ...You’re right. If everyone else turns a blind eye, then we just gotta pray for him.

I want to let him know...that there’s still people here who remember that he was alive.

*TIMESKIP*

Yuma: ーー I guess this’ll do.

It’s more so a pile of soil and flowers rather than a proper grave though.

Yui: That’s plenty. It’s the sentiment which counts.

Yuma: Hah, I guess the daughter of a Priest sees things differently.

...My bad, Boss. I failed to save ya for the second time in a row.

But ya entrusted your dream with me once more. ...Just like ya did back then.

I’m the still unreliable loser I was back then but...Thank ya for havin’ faith in me regardless.

Yui: ( ...Lucks-san. Your dreams is now safe in Yuma-kun’s hands. So may you please rest in peace... )

Yuma: ...Guess we won’t get anywhere by stayin’ depressed forever, huh? Guess we should head back soon.

Yui: Yeah...

...Hey, Yuma-kun. Why don’t we try asking the others for help one more time?

Yuma: ...It’s no use. I’m pretty sure ya also realize that they’re not up for it?

Yui: But they might change their mind when they hear it directly from you.

The other Mukami brothers in particular might be able to somewhat relate to the Ghouls’ struggles.

Yuma: I mean...I guess ya have a point. But what has gotten into ya? You’re all fired up all of a sudden.

Yui: I just want to be there for you at all times, that’s all.

Yuma: ...

...Hah. I can’t say no after hearin’ those words from the woman I love.

Right. Forget ‘bout the Sakamaki’s for now, but I’ll try to get my message across to Ruki and the gang.

Givin’ up without doin’ anything would be a true sign of weakness.

Monologue

ーー However.

The others ended up turning down,

Yuma-kun’s request.

They did sympathize with their dire situation.

But they are simply too busy protecting Eden,

it would be difficult to help out the Ghouls as well.

That is what Ruki-kun told him upfront.

As for Reiji-san and his brothers,

he said that they simply could not feel bad,

for those Ghouls who went out there hunting down their kind.

While it may be true that they are mistreated,

he questioned if that made their actions any less of a crime as well.

In the end, we found ourselves back at square one.

ー The scene shifts to the Grand Hall at Eden

Yuma: ...Gotcha. Sorry for wastin’ yer time.

ー Yuma walks away

Kou: ...Yuma-kun!

ー Kou and Azusa chase after him

Reiji: ...Forget about us for a second, but are you sure you lot made the right decision?

Ruki: What other choice do we have? ...We don’t have the power to protect everything and everyone we want to.

Shuu: ...

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall

Kou: Hold up, Yuma-kun! Where are you going!?

Yuma: Don’t worry. I won’t bother y’all no more.

Kou: Don’t call it that! It’s not...

Azusa: Yuma...We would like to help out those Ghouls as well, deep down. We understand how they feel after all...

Kou: Exactly. ...But.

Yuma: I know. It’s not worth abandonin’ Eden over. Correct?

I don’t think you’re wrong to think that. Y’all should protect whatever feels right.

Azusa: You...don’t want to protect Eden then...?

Yuma: As if. This place is just as much my home.

But right now, Shuu is its owner. Even if Eden is precious to me...I can no longer obey that guy.

Kou: Yuma-kun...

Yuma: My bad for bein’ such a selfish prick. Tell Ruki I’m sorry as well. ...I failed him as a younger brother.

Let’s go, Yui.

Yui: ...Okay.

ー The scene shifts to the outside of Eden

Yui: ...I’m sorry.

Yuma: I figured you’d apologize. I bet you’re blamin’ yerself for this, aren’t ya?

I’m pretty sure I would have done the same thing, even if ya weren’t there to give me that final push in the back. I’m glad that I actually got to tell them everythin’ in the end.

Yui: But...I don’t like how it seems like you guys will grow apart now...

Yuma: It can’t be helped.

I’ve lost a lot of pals in my lifetime, but those guys...I thought family would last forever at least.

Still...I guess deep down, there was a part of me which thought that maybe this time would one day come.

Unlike those dudes, I’m a greedy idiot. I can’t choose one over the other.

I want to protect everythin’ dear to me, and I can’t easily give up on that, even when I realize that it’s impossible.

Yui: ...Yeah.

Yuma: Obviously, I wanna protect Eden as well. Like I’ve said before, I don’t want to lose my home again.

But...Ruki and the others will keep it safe, even if I’m not here. That’s why I believe Eden will be fine.

However...There’s nobody else willin’ to rescue and protect those Ghouls.

That’s why I’ll do it. ...In Boss’ place.

I just can’t crush his dreams again now that he entrusted me with it for the second time. ...Will ya make fun of me for bein’ a blockhead?

Yui: I would never. I love that side of you.

Yuma: ...Thanks.

I know that I can’t blame Shuu for what happened to Shuu.

But if only he had come to Eden...and had tackled the issue sooner, then none of this would have happened.

When I look at it like that, I just can’t bring myself to forgive him.

That’s why I’ve decided to side with those who’ve been gettin’ pushed ‘round by those in power their whole lives.

Yui: ...Even if that means you’ll have to make your brothers and the Sakamaki’s your enemy?

Yuma: I’ve made my resolve. That’s the path I chose for myself.

Yui: ...I understand.

Yuma: I do feel bad for draggin’ ya into my mess...

Yui: You keep on saying sorry. Didn’t I tell you...that I’ll be your ally, no matter what happens?

Yuma: Yeah, ya did. ...Come ‘ere, Yui.

ー He embraces her

*Rustle*

Yuma: I don’t know whether I feel grateful for bein’ able to meet Boss again or not but, it did make me realize one thing.

I’m glad I got to introduce ya to him. ...I’m pretty sure he can finally feel relieved now.

ー The scene shifts to Kino’s manor

Yuuri: ーー Kino. I’ve received a message from our Familiar. Yuma-san has left Eden.

We believe that he has broken ties with the Vampire Clan.

Kino: Heeh! He went that far, huh? ...Fufu, things are getting interesting.

Yuuri: Will you act upon this?

Kino: Let me think...Nah, I think we can play the waiting game for now. I mean, they’ll surely come here, won’t they?

*Ding・dong*

Kino: Speak of the devil! He’s more clever than I thought. I guess he realizes that

Well then...How shall I use this to my advantage?

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #lost eden #yuma mukami #diabolik lovers translation #leyumaecstasyprolog

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bloo-the-dragon · 1 year

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hey hello!!!! 's been a hot minute but this is moon [you may remember me as the glowingmooncreations guy hahah] and it's a delight to see you around again!!!!! i hope life's been treating ya well hsjdjsjs

this message mostly sparks from a friend [wynnibee, if you've seen them around!] sharing your art in a groupchat and myself recognising it immediately [it's distinctive enough to prompt that, what can i say] - said group also says hello, same as my partner! incredibly amusing to me that we meet again at jingleboy avenue, too hsjjsdjsj

all that said though, there's no pressure to respond to this!! just wanted to drop by and say hello :] hope you're havin a good one!

p.s. one of the buddies in that group - dings - would like you to know that they love how soft your art style is, whenever it appears on their dash! [and i do agree wholeheartedly]

p.p.s. wynn would like you to know that they're [and i quote] "still rapidly approaching bloodmoon's location with peeling intent". do with that what you will

MOON!!! MOOON HEYY HELLO!!! It's been so long aaa its so good to see you!! :D

I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO REPLY i havn't been able to see any new asks since my inbox icon has been bugged out for a while now OTL

WYNN?? YOU KNOW WYN?? @wynnibee Y O U-

GHDJKFG YEAH this seems to be a running theme with the silly dca boys introducing me to people who've been hanging around for a long time (looking at you cob) and now bringing back an old friend!! I MISSED YOU!!

'p.s. one of the buddies in that group - dings - would like you to know that they love how soft your art style is, whenever it appears on their dash! [and i do agree wholeheartedly]' SOBS AHJKDFHJF i'm glad you all like my art aaa ;;o;;

'p.p.s. wynn would like you to know that they're [and i quote] "still rapidly approaching bloodmoon's location with peeling intent". do with that what you will' NOOOOO WYNNN NO PEELING THE BLOOD OF MOON WE TALKED ABOUT THIS-

I'm so glad to hear your still around and doing well though! <3

#questions and answers #voidedtea #THIS WAS SENT 10 DAYS AGO IM SORRYYYY #the bug is kinda fixed in that i can get into my inbox now but the icon is yet to show up still grrr #ALSO do you still go by Moon or do you have a new nickname now? Void maybe? ghfkgh

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im-no-jedi · 1 year

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so I honestly don’t have too much to say about episode 11. SUPER cool to see the Zillo Beast again, although I am owed compensation for all those jumpscares tyvm 🫣

loved seeing the boys trying to protect Omega the entire time, and Tech seriously needs a leash now that Echo is gone cause good grief buddy, don’t EVER go off on your own like that again plz 😫

Dr Hemlock seems like he’ll be an awesome new villain to hate now that Rampart is gone, and I continue to wish death upon Lama Su 🙃

and of course, chaotic Hunter flying. LORDY. this man needs to quit being my type already GEEZ 🥵

now as for the whole Omega being hunted by the Empire thing… I kinda knew it was coming. one of the screeners who leaked stuff a while back mentioned it, so yeah, I’m not that surprised. it makes sense all things considered. I’m not happy about it of course, but I’m sure it’ll be fine… it’ll be FINE 🫠

honestly, there’s two things I’ve been mainly focusing on this episode: Cid and Nala Se

with Cid, I’m not too surprised about this rift that’s been created with her. it was hinted at in Faster, and it’s pretty in character for her to be a jerk to them in general. but unlike most people, I don’t think this is TBB being donezo with her for good. nor do I think Cid will be the one to sell them out. despite how she acts, Cid does harbor some good feelings towards them, especially Omega. and I highly doubt she would be THAT cruel, all things considered. I foresee the boys going back to ask for her help after Omega inevitably gets captured. at least, that’s what I’m hoping for. I genuinely like Cid and I really don’t want them to leave her for good ☹️

now for Nala Se… OH boy. I can’t believe they’re trying to pull a Mara Sov on us with her. those of you who don’t know, there’s a prominent character in Destiny who, like Nala Se, has been responsible for a LOT of crap happening (all the way down to the genocide of her own people), but recent events have been attempting to have her “atone for her sins” or whatever. and I AIN’T HAVIN IT 😤

y’all know me, I love a good redemption and will always try to push for that whenever possible. but also, sometimes, you gotta let a bad guy be a bad guy. Palpatine and Pong Krell are excellent examples of characters that I was more than happy to see bite the bullet. and I’m the same with Nala Se. that BINCH has been responsible for most if not all of the Clones problems, and is directly responsible for what happened to Fives. she’s been uncaring and selfish for as long as we’ve known her. so to pull this bs of “oh but she actually genuinely cares about this ONE person, even though she manipulated them for their entire life” is NOT gonna fly with me, sorry. idc if she “cares” about Omega, she’s just as terrible as the rest of the Empire and has NO pity from me. and I can already tell, Omega will be conflicted about her feelings cause she’s such a caring person and won’t be able to see how manipulative Nala Se was in comparison to how her brothers have treated her. it’s fine, she’s a child with the biggest heart imaginable, I can forgive her for that. I just REALLY don’t want Nala Se redeemed in any way. she doesn’t deserve it. let her rot in that cell for the rest of her life for all I care 😠

literally, I cannot believe how much this is rivaling Mara’s story in Destiny. even down to “the person you manipulated for the entire time you’ve known them is suddenly taken away from you and now you’re going to attempt to atone for it by trying to be a better person cause you suddenly decided you genuinely care about them now that you don’t have them anymore”. I cannot STAND this bs. sorry, but you had your chance, and you BLEW IT. take the L, stfu, and get outta my face. you’re selfish, and you know it. and continuing to take advantage of a kind person’s kindness makes you even more of a scumbag (predicting things with Nala Se here, but yeah, this is totally gonna happen 🙃)

tl;dr Nala Se can SUCK IT, and I hope her and Lama Su die off with the rest of the Kaminoans 🖕🏻

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #tbb season 2 #sorry this got so heated LOL #I’m just REALLY pissed #Cid is more redeemable than Nala Se and I will STAND by that #she’s shown to care more for Omega than Nala Se ever did #leave my daughter alone you long necked BINCH #😤😤😤#star warz #tbb spoilers

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justyoursicanon · 1 year

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'iya, i found your account relatively fast and i love how you write, can you maybe do a story of a christmas party with everyone (saxton hale, ms pauling, the administrator, and the entire tf2 gang)

thanks so much!!

Awh why thank you anon! And I appreciate the feedback on my writing! Its always a pleasure to hear that I've done a well job on giving people well written content! :D

That being said, here is your request! Quite a long one but I hope you like it! :]

You may start reading! ^^

"Pyro! Keep your flamethrower steady there partner! Don't want to burn the cookies before anyone gets to even taste em!" Engineer alerted to the arsonist. Pyro, who had lowered the gas of their beloved flamethrower, nodded happily and replied with a muffled "You got it!" Engineer just chuckled, and turned back to cutting more of leftover cookie dough, using his mechanical hand to fix his turtleneck as his other hand pushed onto the cookie cutter.

"Yo hardhat! Ms. Pauling and Hale are coming soon, just wanted ya to know so you don't gotta rush much when they actually pop up yknow?" Scout came by, glancing at Pyro's freshly warmed up cookies and giving the masked merc a thumbs up. "Well thanks Scooter, do me a favor and gently put these in a pan would ya?" "You got it." And as requested, the Scout gently grabs and places them onto the steel pan, poking them away from each other to create space to each other as to not make them stick once they start baking.

Scout proceeds to push both filled pans into the even,clapping hs hands to dust away the excess crumbs. "Thanks again there son, why don't you go ahead and help Slim with the tree? Think I saw him havin a hard time putting a few ornaments up." Scout snorted at the mention, imagining the marksman on his tiptoes as he tries to hang the different colored decorations. "Alright, I'll go check on Legs and make sure he ain't climbing the damn thing. Cya!" Before Engineer could say his own goodbye, Scout was already gone.

Chuckling, Engineer fixes his goggles and glances at the cookies before hurrying to wrap the rest of his gifts for his friends.

"Merry Swissmass Miss Pauling and Mister Hale, very delighted that you could join us!" Medic greeted as both Miss Pauling and Saxton Hale arrived. To everyone's surprise, Miss Pauling was for once not wearing the usual purple button up dress and and instead wore a nice lavender sweater, paired with a mint scarf around her neck, but still had her classic bun.

As for Hale, he was actually wearing a shirt, a maroon button up with the sleeves rolled up and dark brown shorts, along with his girlfriend, Mags, who wore a brown coat and a red sweater.

"Glad to see you guys too and look, someone else decided to come." As she stated, she gently places a small tv to the counter, turning it on. As static alarmed the room, the sigh of the Administrator appeared, and shockingly in different clothing as well. "Good evening Fortress, I am only doing this once and once only so please make this quick as possible." The Administrator's voice came through. The mercs waved with smiles.

"Alright are we moving on tot he gifts or what?- Hey!" Scout asked, then got a playful shove by Sniper, who acted as if he did nothing at all as he sipped his low sugar hot coco. "What're looking at me for mate? Did nothing to ya." He muttered, obviously hiding a smile. "Why ya little-" "Now now son, don't wanna start a mess before the clock even struck!" Engineer warned, chuckling at Scout's exaggerated sigh and pout, catching the small glares the runner sent to his best friend while Sniper tries to stifle his laughter.

"Actually its already past 12, you all have been too busy talking to notice." Spy spoke aloud, checking his watch underneath his suit sleeve and buries more of his face into his large scarf. The other mercs turned surprised. How could have they missed the time?

"Well then, lets start now. Shall we?" Medic asks aloud, getting multiple agreements. "Cookie time!" Pyro yelled through his muffled mask in the kitchen as he raised his flamethrower in the air. "Pyro be careful with the cookies!"

Medic handed his first gift to Heavy, giving the Russian a soft smile ad Heavy ripped the wrapping paper. "Doktor got Heavy the book he wanted?.." Heavy muttered, genuinely surprised and thankful. "Well of course Misha! You would always talk about it, and it sounded very important to you. I had a few difficulties here and there but Ja, there it is." Heavy gently gripped the book, giving Medic a soft smile back. "Heavy is very thankful. Thank you Ludwig."

Spy removed himself from leaning on the wall in the corner of the living room, getting a small packaged gift out of his suit. He walks forward, nudging Scout's foot with his own. Scout pauses his little rant about on christmas disaster back in Boston to Sniper, and turns to look at Spy in confusion. "Merry Swissmas mon lapin." He states, handing the cleanly wrapped gift to his son. Scout raises an eyebrow but takes the gift, he eyes it before carefully ripping open the packaging and reveals a small sketchbook, about the size as Spy's disguise kit. "Since you have been doing art as of recent, this may be convenient rather then dragging around your rather large sketchbooks." Spy explains, blowing out a puff of smoke. Scout looks at the sketchbook then back at Spy, a smile breaks through his lips and he brings the masked merc into a hug. "Thanks Pa."

Spy freezes in his place, the smoke staying inside his lungs longer then expected. He gently pats the others back before stepping away and out the back door to smoke further. Scout just laughs and shakes his head.

"Miss Pauling." The voice from the monitor speaks up. Miss Pauling takes another bite of her cookie before placing it on the small pate and putting it aside. Turning to the monitor with a curious face. "As for this year's event. I have made the decision to be... Generous. And give from today to January 20th as your holiday. Now if you excuse me, I have more work to do. Merry Swissmas." And the monitor shuts off.

Miss Pauling was left speechless, the other voices in the background fading as she lets the information sink in. "Miss Pauling? Is everything alright?" Miss Pauling shakes her head, then turns to Mags with a tearful smile. "Everything is great, now lets go join the others." Mags smiled and walked along with her.

"Aye Solly! Pass me a cookie will ya?" Demo couldn't even finish his sentence as he was thrown 3-4 cookies from the Soldier. Which led to the other to yell and Soldier yelling back as he ran away from him.

The evening was wonderful, everyone laughing along and singing off tune to Engineer's guitar playing in the background. At some point Scout had convinced everyone to have a snow ball fight outside. Which was a great closing for the night.

The End ^^

#SiC anon writes #team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 demoman #tf2 soldier #tf2 spy #tf2 heavy #tf2 pyro #tf2 medic #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 saxton hale #tf2 margaret #tf2 administrator

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raylex · 1 year

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clouds, sunshine and moss for rayman :)❤️

hi jeff!!!! hope you're havin a lovely weekend :) thank you for the ask! (b ~_^)b

8: Clouds — How do they comfort you & vice versa?

WELL! to start off i headcanon that ray is more on the softspoken and quiet side, since he doesn't talk in the majority of his games, and the games where he DOES talk, it's not a whole lot (look at the third game, he has, like, 5 lines of dialogue throughout the entire thing 😭😭😭)

SO he's not the type of guy that's too great with words. so when it comes to comforting me, he finds it much more natural to just sit with me to share that "hey, i'm here for you" sentiment. y'know? if i'm feeling especially bad he can also get really affectionate with me. need a hug? need to be held? a hand to hold? a shoulder (or, uh... the upper part of his torso) to cry on? he's got me covered ❤

as for how i comfort him? it's honestly rare that he ever needs to be comforted. he rarely gets upset. dude's good at keeping calm and holding his emotions at bay - and when he does get upset, he's usually more angry rather than sad. but in the rare cases that he does need comfort, a few cuddles never hurt... :)

7: Sunshine — What is one of your favorite memories with your f/o?

ohhh what ISN'T one of my favourite memories with him!! but okay, speaking from the direct perspective of my self insert here - i think one of my favourites is definitely the first time i saw him use his helicopter hair, because during an adventure we were sort of surrounded and stuck at a dead end at the top of a cliff - and this bastard (affectionate) took my hand and jumped off the edge. i thought he had gone insane and wanted to kill BOTH of us LOL, but i had my eyes closed for a while and realized i sure wasn't dead yet. so then i looked up, and hey! he was still holding onto me, hovering through the air. now that's an awesome trick, but i was still a little (jokingly) mad at him for a bit!!!

"you never told me you could fly!!!!"

"well you never asked!!"

2: Moss — What is something that reminds you and your f/o of each other?

he gets reminded of me everytime he sees the night sky because he knows my fondness for anything and everything related to space 🥺

for me with him it's general greenery because he's very in touch with nature! :D flowers, plants, trees... all that wonderful jazz

#ask games #jeffbytes-primary #💜☀️ray of sunshine☀️💜

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mimic-of-hysy · 2 years

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SELF SHIP ASKS 3 FOR ANY N ALL BUT DEF ADD SHUJI PLS AND THANK YOU I HOPE YOURE HAVING A LOVELY EVENING SETTIE

HI CHU IVE HAVIN A GOOD EVENING. I HOPE YOUR WEEK HAS BEEN GOOD 💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💕💞

now into the meat of it

3. What nicknames/endearing compliments do you two give one another?

I'm not 100% sure what the "endearing compliments" implies so I'm taking it as nicknames/petnames. and I just picked the f/os included at random making sure to grab shuuji

Beelzebub

Me towards him: pumpkin, big guy, squishy, my guy, fella

Him towards me: love, sweetie, goldfish/fish/fishy (im the snack that smiles back :D)

Edward Elric

Me towards him: doll, darlin, babe, my love

Him towards me: darling, my boy, Setley (my favourite brand of tea is called Tetley and he wont let it go)

Makio

Me towards her: blondie (it annoys her since only her bangs are blonde but shes cute when shes annoyed), bitch, my girl

Her toward me: boy (insert way outdatted kratos meme), red (my kny s/i has these two red strips of hair)

Shuuji Hanma

Me towards him: fuck face, babe, asshole, baby, romeo (sarcastic)

Him towards me: tiny, four-eyes, doll, mine

Suma

Me towards her: lovely, (my) pretty girl, baby doll

Her toward me: Set, baby

Tsubaki Asahina

Me towards him: puppy, bitch, the white twin, babes

Him towards me: bro, short thing, dude, (tbh most of the time he doesnt call me anything or just says my name)

Uno

Me towards him: pretty boy (fuck you running canon joke, hes so much prettier than any of the others you bitch), darlin, baby, peach, ace

Him towards me: mon cher, sweetie, love, angel

#settie answers #:paradise:#:sinners:#:there's nothing holdin' me back:#:pierre:#:accidentally in love:#:butterflies:#:talk too much:#virtue box

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First Eat-and-Run

@vivvianvivilla requested: Roze! Hi! Hello! Happy early birthday to you, hope you're havin a great time! I hereby open the library o' memories, and would like to request poly Luffy and Law with a male reader and their first 'eat-and-run' (obvi initiated by Luff) on one of their date, genre fluff! Hope this request makes sense, congrats on reaching the 1K milestone and also happy 1 year anniversary! Stay safe and hydrated!

Alfda I noticed the duplicate asks and that was fine! I just hope that I did not forget something since one of them looked longer than the other asks ahhhh. Anyway, thank you for wishing me a early b-day and a congrats! I am excited XD This was rather cute to write so I hope it is enjoyable for you! I hope you stay safe and hydrated as well!

This was supposed to come out for Luffy’s birthday yesterday but I was t i r e d. :’)

One Piece Fantasy Cottage Event Masterlist

Monkey D. Luffy x Male Reader x Trafalgar Law (Poly Relationship)

Warnings: Polyamory and just pure fluff. eat-and-run and dine-and-dash are the same thing but I do not remember if I use the latter in this lol- Grammar.

Words: 817

You have entered the Library of Memories. Entering the library, you notice a lone book on a desk. Surprised at the immediate warmth flowing through you when looking at it- You go to pick it up. Getting closer you see another note: Here lies a book designed for (Name).

The title of the book makes you raise an eyebrow. First Eat-and-Run. The title makes you feel warmer and even amused. You open the book and a different reality of yours comes flooding through you to reach the memory you long to remember…

The food Sanji is preparing smells good. Well, it always does but today it smells better- Making you remember something. Luffy is just talking away on your left with a big smile on his face. Your eyes widen as you realize your mind is slightly foggy. Did you space out? A hand lands on yours gently as the fingers are quick to intertwine with your own.

You turn your head to the right to see Law staring at you with concern. You were spacing out then. You give him a small smile, but it did not convince him you were fine. It even made Luffy stop talking completely.

Their worry for you makes you smile bigger now as you quickly try to melt away their worry. “I was just zoning out. Thinking about one of our first dates,” You admit.

At this Law also smiles and asks, “Which one?”

While Luffy laughs. “What made you think of that?” Luffy asks.

“I do not remember which one, but it was our first dine-and-dash. Sanji’s cooking made me think of it. It smells great and for some reason, it just brought up that memory.”

The itself you can remember clear as day. It was your first date together- Law and Luffy already being in a relationship before they invited you to join them. Luffy simply adored you and wanted to call you his freely while Law was hesitant but also ended up enjoying your company. Your personality definitely helped with dealing with Luffy, and he can appreciate that.

It prompted you to have many enjoyable dates together but the one that is sticking out the most was your first eat-and-run date at a diner while you all were docked at a big island. The smell of the food is what you remember the most- Similar to what Sanji is currently preparing but Sanji’s just smells better. Even so, you are grateful for the smell the restaurant had that stuck with you and this happy memory.

You smile brighter upon reliving that memory in your mind.

~*~

Your nerves have long since passed when joining your boyfriends on a date. They both have accepted you with open arms. Though this one is slightly different than the others dates you had since it is your first time eating at a restaurant all together. No one really pays any mind to three guys at a round table, so you are a bit grateful for the privacy this allows, especially since it allows you to ogle the two men who have changed your life for the better.

Chatter was left all to Luffy and you unless Law chimed in, but he was perfectly content with just observing the both of you and allowing his life to be filled with the light you both possessed. The big table Luffy made sure to get was not going to waste either as he practically ordered everything on the menu for himself while you and Law stuck to your normal appetites and admired your… Silly and kind of terrifying for being able to eat everything boyfriend.

It is not until all of you have had your fill that Luffy does something strange. He looks serious and grabs both your hand and Law’s. Slowly a smile on his face forms.

“On my word, run.”

Law is the first to speak out of the two of you. “Luffy… You said you had lunch covered for us…”

Luffy’s smile widens. “I do! This is the covering part! Ace and Sabo used to do this all the time with me!”

Oh my god… Now you absolutely can’t deny him this. Not when it is also a personal thing. Law sighs already getting ready and trying to hide the blush and irritation on his face while you are getting pumped up. Though you and Law both share a look. You guys will be taking care of dates like this from now on.

“Run!” Luffy says and he makes sure his hands are holding yours and Law’s before he takes the lead.

~*~

“It was a pretty good date, wasn’t it?” Law asks with a smile upon remembering it as well.

Luffy is totally clueless as he forgets but that does not matter. As long as you three are happy and creating new memories… That is all that matters.

#my writing #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #law x luffy #luffy x law #polyamourous #poly relationship #male reader #fanfiction #scenario #one piece fanfiction #one piece scenario #fluff

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scribblingfangirl · 3 years

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WITH LOVE, THE GOSTS | Julie and The Phantoms - Part Three

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Author’s Note: I decided that this fic trilogy occurs a year after the season one final, making Julie and Y/N almost (or already) 17. Also… this part turned out waaay longer than expected. Which is why there is going to be a fourth part because I have one last idea but didn’t want to rush to write it. And to think this all started because of a rushed (haha) 1k Oneshot. I should really start to write more spontaneously, it seems like good things come out of it. Anyway, Enjoy! :D

word count: ~ 3.9k

summary: Even after meeting the boys they still aren’t tired of helping you out and they each have their own little ways to do it.

warnings: // (english is not my first language, not beta-read)

| PART ONE | PART TWO |

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Knowing that ghosts existed was an absurd feeling (even though you had always believed or hoped that there was more out there than just this world, especially with all those planets that had been discovered by NASA), but knowing that there were three certain ghosts that liked you enough to kindly haunt you, well… that was just plain unimaginable somehow. Yet, still less anxiety awakening than you expected.

After Julie let you meet the guys for the first time you thought you were prepared to accept that you would not be able to talk to them unless they played something (after all, you had Flynn to groan about that), but the occasional giggle from Julie and her glances into nothing still sent chills down your spine.

So you started to always look around very suspiciously whenever you were over at her house and make obscene hand movements just to be sure that the boys would move before you walked somewhere or sat down (which just earned chuckles from Flynn and annoyed sighs from Julie - “Just because you can’t see them, doesn’t mean they can’t see you. They know where you are, so please stop, or else my dad will call your parents and send you to Dr Turner as well.” The boys found it hilarious and liked to imitate you whenever they came too close to you.)

The boys also still kept doing little things for you, just not so in secret anymore (though… Reggie was never one for subtlety). Whenever you seemed to have had a bad day (or whenever they just wanted to make you smile) you knew you could count on them having something prepared for you.

You soon discovered that anything related to food (which sometimes were extremely odd and bizarre combinations) was Luke’s doing (except for pizza and meatballs, according to Julie that was always Reggie). And you knew it was Alex whenever it was something more calm and soothing, yet sometimes a little bit clumsy. And whenever it was blatantly obvious and/or slightly weird (in a good way!) it was Reggie.

Well, no. Not always in a good way. One time you came back from school and your whole room was filled with glitter and butterflies and a small note with a little ‘Sorry!’ on it was pinned to your desk - cleaning that had been a pain in the a-. But you couldn’t be angry at Reggie, even though you weren’t quite sure what his ultimate goal would have been.

Speaking of REGGIE...

All those helpful little deeds and nice gestures were always done within the limits of your house (mostly room) or Julie’s house and the studio, which is why you almost let out a loud yelp when suddenly during a math test your pen started to move on his own, filling out the empty space (because yes, you hadn’t been doing very much other than staring helplessly at the paper in front of you). Quickly you grabbed the pen as well (loosely and while trying to ignore the fact that you were practically holding hands with one of the guys) so that nobody would see a floating pen as you did a few weeks ago at Christmas.

From the corners of your eyes, you saw Julie slightly move her head towards you, as if she was listening to you - or rather someone right beside or behind you. ‘Of course. I can’t see them, so the only way to help me is by physically grabbing the pen, but Julie can hear and see them, so they (whoever this is - because let’s be honest, none of the guys really looks like a math genius) only have to tell her the corrects solutions and how to get there. My money’s on Alex.’

You were kind of shocked, and weirdly proud when Julie came up to you after class and said: “Reggie’s not so questionable after all, huh?” (Though… you should’ve guessed it, you did say subtlety wasn’t Reggie’s strong suit.) So you just giggled and shook your head while leaving some of your books in your locker (alongside the fact that Reggie was probably almost (if not!) hugging you from behind - you shuddered at that thought, it’s not like you were already awkward around living boys your age, no need to add ghosts to that list!)

A week later you and Julie entered the studio with blank faces and hanging shoulders. Julie threw a weak little wave towards the piano and sighed while you threw the blankets and snacks you were holding carelessly on the ground and let yourself fall face-first onto the couch, not being able to hide your smile anymore.

“We got our math exams back… yes the one Reggie helped us with.”

You couldn’t see what Julie was doing, but you heard her gasp and whisper “No! Reggie…” after a while. Then she was standing beside you, nudging your shoulder and willing you to sit up, but you didn’t bulge, needing a few more seconds to wipe the smile off your face again.

Faking to disgruntledly accept defeat as Julie’s nudges got stronger (the couch was really comfortable, you totally understood Luke now) you sat up and looked at Julie. “Who’s going to tell them?” you said with a heavy voice and felt how the couch dipped beside you. Raising your eyebrows you quickly glanced to the side (obviously not seeing anybody or anything) and looked back at Julie questioningly.

She nodded, telling you that it was indeed Reggie and gave you the okay to drop the bomb.

You sighed as you turned back around, facing the wall on the other side of the studio and hoped that Reggie would ignore the fact that you were probably talking to his ear or something. “So Reggie… the help you gave us on the math final? Well…,” you couldn’t keep your face straight any longer and jumped onto the couch, “WE ACED IT! I WOULD HUG YOU IF YOU WEREN’T MADE OUT OF CUTE AIR!” (Okay… maybe there was a little bit too much serotonin involved.)

Julie added smiling, “And I’m happy to announce that due to my good grades my father allowed Julie and The Phantoms to play at the upcoming Summer Music Festival!”

A guitar riff filled the studio, followed by a short drum intro and with a ‘puff!’ the boys appeared in front of you, beaming and glowing at the news. Reggie even threw a wink at you when you smiled back and said: “Thank you!”

Don't look down 'Cause we're still rising Up right now And even if we hit the ground We'll still fly Keep dreaming like we'll live forever But live it like it's now or never!

This allowed LUKE…

The music festival was an experience you would never forget. You were very happy Ray managed to persuade your parents to let you accompany Julie (sadly Flynn had no such luck). Not only did you turn 17 and the boys made sure to have the whole crowd sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to you (as soon as you were back home you would add an extra point to your to-do: ‘find out how to kill ghosts a second time’), but the boys rocked the stage and Julie stood up taller and shined brighter than ever before.

Gone (yet not forgotten) were the painful shocks and the fear of never performing again and the serenity of the guys was visible.

It was the last night of the music festival when Julie got the phone call from her father. He would come by to get her the next morning and they would drive directly to visit other family members and spend the rest of the summer holidays there.

Of course, Julie was excited to see her cousins and aunts and uncles again, but she also felt bad to leave you to drive back alone (you had come with your car jam-packed with all the necessary equipment you needed and that wasn’t provided by the festival).

“Don’t worry! It’s only a four-hour drive! I’ve got good music, podcasts and audiobooks to keep me company and back home Flynn will be waiting. It sadly looks like I’m going to survive without you.”

Early the next morning Julie and some newfound fans of Julie and The Phantoms helped you load the equipment into your car and you said goodbye to Julie. Expecting the boys to just directly puff back to Los Feliz you didn’t waste any time and entered your car, connected your phone with the stereo and started to blast your favourite Broadway musicals.

You must’ve been on the road for half an hour when suddenly the playlist stopped and ‘Wake Up’ started to play.

So wake that spirit, spirit!

Confused you scrunched up your nose and touched the touch screen displaying the music system, trying to change it back to your playlist. But instead, the music changed yet again.

(Don't stop me now) 'Cause I'm having a good time (Don't stop me now) Yes, I'm havin' a good time I don't want to stop at all

“What the hell?” you muttered, staring at your stereo for a quick second before focusing back on the road, “Why you always going crazy on me dude?”

Once again the music switched.

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too?

It took you a hot minute to understand what was going on and then you couldn’t stop laughing.

Don't laugh at me, don't call me names Don't get your pleasure from my pain

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said mockingly, looking at the empty passenger seat, guessing that that’s where your invisible friend was sitting. “Your pain? I’m not the one who is able to puff wherever and whenever their heart desires and who sneaks up on innocent people.”

Silence.

“For what it’s worth. I’m sorry. I really am. It’s not like you choose this life, you deserved better than this. But I’m really glad I was able to get to know you. I’m really thankful for the light and happiness you brought back into Julie’s life.”

Don't you worry 'bout a thing

But I'm still learnin' to

using technology

You laughed. “Impressive skills nevertheless. Knowing three fitting songs and then changing them at the right time? Let me guess, Luke? Because I don’t think all of you three would fit into my tiny car full of musical equipment.”

At first, there was no music yet again, but then the slow melody of a (for you) well-known song flooded your car. It was the one Trevor Wilson song you never understood until you met the boys, the one song that was so totally different to his usual rock sound (except for the refrains, which, as you later would find out, were parts of the original lyrics Luke wrote for his version of the song).

I sing to remember the stories that used to be But I don’t write to create what could have been And as I scream words into the darkness around me They come out like a dying whisper

The kindest thing to do is to silence them and let them die To unleash my heartfelt sorrow into the sky And diminish the will to fight That pulses like fire and screams with pain through my veins

But life’s not always beautiful, it’s rare So I’mma chase it, watch you make it

Don’t need to introduce himself You will want to know his name Pushing your foundations down He is here to stay

Don’t call him a breeze when he’s a hurricane Don’t call him a tremble when he’s an earthquake Don’t call him an inconvenience Please just say his name

Leaving lyrics in my hands That I swallow like pills Like hurtful words, they rip and claw And press painfully against my chest

But no matter how painful they are I will soak them up, thinking of our hopes and wishes And as each word pushes a new pulse through my veins I keep staring out on the grave of our shared space of mind

Life’s not always beautiful, but it’s rare So I’mma chase it, watch you make it

Don’t need to introduce himself You will want to know his name Pushing your foundations down He is here to stay

Don’t call him a spark when he’s a lightning bolt Don’t call him a flicker when he’s a raging flame Don’t you dare to underestimate him Please just say his name

But even when the word flood finally comes to an end Fidgeting hands remind me of music never played

I owe him my voice I owe him my sound

So I give him this time I give him this space To sing it out loud To let him declare And let me be proud

What’s his name? (His name is Luke!) What’s his name? (His name is Luke!) What’s his name? (His name is Luke!)

How long do we say his name? (Until we explode!)

My name is Luke! (Tell your friends!)

Tears were rolling down your cheeks, the song now more emotional than ever before. You couldn’t imagine how this song must affect Luke. Thinking that his bandmate abandoned him (which honestly… he kind of did, only mentioning him in one song, not giving any money to their parents and so on) up until he heard the song for the first time.

“Luke…”

Forget about it Let's forget about it

The ensuing silence wasn’t awkward. You hummed along to the music Luke selected, sometimes it were old classics (probably his favourites), other times it seemed to be random newer hits he probably never heard before mixed with some songs from your favourite playlists.

It was nearing midday and your stomach made itself known. As if on cue a road sign hinted at a diner just up ahead. Setting the blinker you pulled into the parking lot a few moments later.

“I hope you don’t mind. I know home’s only like an hour away, but...” you began to trail off, not knowing where to look at and your stomach finished your sentence. And before you were able to grab the door handle it sprung wide open.

“Uh, what a gentleman. Thank you very much.”

The meal was over in a flash and once more you realised how much the boys actually knew about you without having actually interacted with you (perks of seeing other people without being seen themselves?).

It’s like Luke could read your wishes just from your facial expressions. Whenever you needed salt or pepper they were right there. Whenever something was too salty or had too much pepper on your drink was being pushed closer to your side. And when you accidentally spilt something and needed more napkins they magically appeared.

When you then spotted a cute little guitar keychain that reminded you of Luke that was being sold as a souvenir at the check-out it was suddenly safely tucked into your back pocket (though that was really really risky, and while you did not condone it you couldn’t really stop a ghost).

Back in your car, you didn’t even bother to turn on the stereo, knowing that Luke would take over as soon as your hands were on the steering wheel again.

However, a glance to your right presented you with a map of your surroundings, a big x hastily drawn over the Silverwood Lake in San Bernardino, which was basically just around the corner.

“You want to go swimming? We- I just ate! And my bathing suit is somewhere under that mountain of equipment on the backseat.”

Let's just get naked, just for a laugh Let's just get naked It's a trip and a half

You laughed at that, rolling your eyes and shaking your head, before stowing the map away and turning on the car. “I guess catching Reggie in the shower isn’t enough anymore?”

Hey!

“You started making it weird buddy.”

It had started to rain when you finally pulled up in your driveway, but you couldn’t be bothered to rush inside, enjoying the feeling of the cooling wetness on your skin.

“Look at that,” you said to nobody in particular, not knowing if Luke was still around or if he puffed back to the garage, “I didn’t even need to go swimming after all.”

He was. Sitting in the passenger seat, face on his arms while he leaned on the open car window, he watched you dance in the rain with a smile on his face. He was glad he decided to stick around and keep you company on that road trip. You gave him the courage to listen to My Name Is Luke for the first time (and getting to see you smile while showing off his impressive music knowledge was a bonus too). Because without knowing, you were doing little deeds for the boys too.

And made ALEX…

Whoever wrote that “Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning how to dance in the rain”-quote totally forgot to mention how dangerous small summer storms can be.

Well sure, it might have been your fault for staying out for too long and deciding to let the sun that came out a little bit later dry you instead of changing into fresh and dry clothes, but whatever happened happened and you got sick. (It’s not like you had anything better to do during the last few days of your summer holidays, right?)

Flynn had been a great friend and hung out almost daily at your house, playing board games, watching movies or tv or even just discussing upcoming Julie and The Phantoms possibilities with you. But your dearest little helper had been Alex.

The blond drummer had turned into the tall brother you never had but always wanted (focus on tall because the age thing with ghosts is seriously confusing) even if he was invisible to you 100% of the time. You had the same interests and were able to bond without actually having to say any words, little gestures and reciprocations on your side were more than enough.

Julie had come up with an easy solution and had bought you some of those sound buzzers (like the ones that dogs and cats use to communicate with their owners) and recorded some simple words and phrases the boys liked to use on them. Now the boys just had to press them to be able to communicate with you without having to use pen and paper or Julie herself (sure your parents were a little bit weary and confused, but you said it was for a longer school research project and that shut them up).

Now, feeling way better than during the last few days, but still very tired, you were sitting in your bed, not really focused on the tv show (or was it a movie?) that was playing on your computer. You had been contemplating and mentally preparing yourself to get something to eat and to drink for the past 15 minutes, but the thoughts alone were exhausting and binding you to the bed. Just then a tray with a water bottle, meds and a fruit bowl floated into your room.

Suddenly wide awake and full of energy you clumsily jumped out of your bed and grabbed the tray, throwing a quick glance out of the door to see if your parents were around and slammed the door shut, wincing at the loud sound and hoping that Alex had walked out of the way (not that it would have hurt him, but you know - rude).

“Rude.”

See? He thought the same. (Julie had to specifically add this word for Alex.)

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. But I would like not to get murdered or have Sam and Dean Winchester on my back because my parents think I’m possessed and need to be exorcised.”

“Me.”

“You what?”

“Me.”

“Alex… I need more context.”

“I do. Me.”

You just blinked blankly at the sound buzzers, trying to piece together what Alex was trying to say.

“Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. M-”

“THAT’S ENOUGH Y/N! WHATEVER THAT SCHOOL PROJECT IS, TELL IT I HEARD IT AND I DON’T CARE WHAT IT WANTS!” you heard your father's scream come muffled through the door.

The audience laughter from sitcoms filled your room and you groaned, grabbing a pillow and smashing it against your face.

Faintly you heard the telltale sound of a pen scribbling something on paper and when you peeked from behind the pillow a note was floating in the air in front of you. “You mean exorcise ME! You would be the one surviving!”

“What? Oh my god… yeah okay, YOU get exorcised… same thing. Both aren’t allowed to happen. Forgive my fever brain.”

“No.”

“Fork you, Alex.”

“No.”

“I have Carlos on speed-dial, I’m sure he already came up with other methods to get rid of ghosts other than the salt thing. He already told me that he’s sorry and that he thinks I might get haunted by you too with the amount of time I spend at their house.”

“No. Food.”

Confused at that topic change it took you a few seconds to answer. “What?” Looking around your gaze landed on the tray that you had deposited on your desk. “Oh right! Boy, I completely forgot how thirsty and hungry I am. Did I say thank you? Fang u!” you mumbled with your mouth full of fruit.

“No. Food.”

You swallowed down your food and took a big gulp of water. “Yes Alex, thank you. I am eating. You see? Here I am, here’s the food. The food is here and now whoops - ifs gan!”

You could basically feel the annoyance radiating from the ghost and weren’t really shocked when the pen started to scribble something down again.

“No! Argh!” He really wrote Argh… that dork really wrote Argh! “You can be worse than Reggie sometimes, but you do it on purpose and I’m just sorry for Reggie. A) Carlos thinks he got rid of us by making a french dip and B) You’re awfully lively for a supposedly sick person. I might need to use the buzzers more and see what other reactions I can provoke from your parents.”

Crumbling the note in your hands you thought ‘Challenge accepted’. “You know what? I think I’mma go back on Reggie’s offer and actually let him introduce me to Wilbur. He might know some stuff I could use to blackmail you. And you’re right! I feel much better, just very tired, but that’s nothing a little bit of fresh air can’t fix! Toodles!”

You left your room, leaving a flabbergasted ghost behind who had lost his snapback with the number of times he had been combing through his hair with his hands. And while angrily pressing a pink buzzer, the buzzer wasn't the only thing that screamed “WILLIAM!” after the girl. (That was another important sound Alex wanted to have recorded.)

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mianavs · 3 years

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the re-education

Falling in Stockholm part 5 (finale)

a/n: thank you for all of the likes and reblogs! a sequel will be written in the future with another major character that i hinted at in the beginning~ hope you guys enjoy this final part :)

tw: non-con, somnophilia, smut, torture, mind break

wc: 2.3k

Falling in Stockholm

You were at an onsen.

The hot water surrounding your naked form relaxed your fatigued muscles and enveloped you in pleasure. The longer you soaked in the steaming outdoor bath, the warmer your cheeks became and the dizzier you felt. Leaning back against the rock wall, you closed your eyes as a jet of water rose up and surged between your upper thighs drawing a low moan from you. Released of all your tension, your mind fogged up and eyelids grew heavy as your body began to nod off.

Hard grips on your thighs and a painful intrusion in your cunt woke you up to your horrific reality. Your limbs were still restrained by leather straps and tied to the four corners of the bed. The blindfold was still secured over your eyes and served to distort your sense of reality. Cool air still tickled your naked body that remained splayed open as the initial dull pain between your legs dissipated. Your captor’s ministrations on your sex while you slept made it easier for him to slip in and out of your slickened cunt.

Dabi’s disembodied grunts stopped when you started to struggle against his hold on your thighs.

“I knew this was the best way to wake you up.” He laughed still rutting into you like an animal in heat.

“Sick bastard!”

At your insult, Dabi slammed his length painfully into your abused hole. Each thrust hit your cervix without fail until you were whimpering in pain from the roughness with which he fucked you.

“H-hurts. It hurts! Agh-”

Dabi’s deformed hand gripped your throat depleting your lungs of air. Soon, your body began to spasm and choked gasps escaped your mouth as you desperately writhed underneath his iron grip.

“You feel so good, Y/N,” Dabi chuckled but continued pounding into your messy cunt. “You tighten up when you can’t breathe.”

Dabi’s cruel laugh faded away as the lack of oxygen messed with your head. Specks of white dotted your darkened vision while your body tensed painfully as the remnants of your will to fight were squeezed out you. It was all too much and you eventually stopped resisting. Barely holding on to your consciousness, one final groan and hot spurts of semen into your womb preceded the release of your throat. Wheezing and coughing for air, you never appreciated the feeling of Dabi’s cum oozing out of your cunt more than you did in that moment.

The weight on top of you shifted and the bed creaked as Dabi got off and walked away. The hum of the bathroom light followed by the sound of running water served to calm you down while your breathing evened out. The longer the blindfold stayed on, the easier it was for your mind to wander until you eventually succumbed to sleep.

You were drowning.

Cold water splashed your face and you woke up gasping and coughing on a soaked bed. The clanking noise of metal bouncing on concrete made you jump in surprise. Your ears then started to ring and your drumming heart rose to your throat clogging your windpipe until you couldn’t breathe. The panic attack wreaked havoc on your mind and body and you tugged at your restraints and screamed like a wild animal. The sound of Dabi’s footsteps stopped your hoarse screams and overwhelming terror stiffened every muscle until you lay absolutely rigid.

“Shhh…it’s time for your re-education,” Dabi’s hand hovered over your cheek but you recoiled from his touch. A sound of displeasure left his lips before his hand connected with your face and a harsh crack echoed in your ears.

“Who are you?”

Dabi’s question was met with your silence. You didn’t know what answer he wanted and believed remaining silent was your best bet. There was a deafening silence before a disembodied sigh came from Dabi that was then followed by the crack of a whip.

“AGH!-”

“Who are you?” The question was the same but you made sure to answer this time.

“Y/N!” You cried out not knowing what else to say but hoped it would stop the torture.

Dabi brought the whip down on your right leg this time and tears burned your eyes. The excruciating pain from the whip was similar to the one his quirk inflicted and that, along with your already weakened state, crumbled away at your cracked sanity.

“H/N!”

“L/N!”

“FUCK!”

“HELP-“

No matter what you said, the crack of the whip remained constant. To your horror, Dabi started hitting the same spots ripping open old wounds or making fresh ones on the expanse of your skin. In your delirious state, you weren’t sure if the warm dampness on your skin was leftover water, sweat, or blood.

“…d-don’t…know,” you mumbled, trembling violently. “W-who…am I?”

The sound of the whip made you flinch instinctively, only this time it hit the ground instead. You waited for Dabi to make a sound, a movement, but he remained still while you waited for the pain to come.

“Mine,” that rough voice replied. “You’re mine.”

Suddenly, hands clasped your cheeks and you gasped in response. His warm breath drew closer to your face and you braced yourself for another rough kiss only to feel it travel to your ear.

“Years ago, I was a lost child until the Mayor saved me—just like you. He trained me separately but told me everything about you. Your quirk, your personality, your strengths, your weaknesses, but most importantly he told me about our future. He wanted us to work together—to be together—and take down hero society.”

“M-mayor?” Cohesive thoughts were beyond the capabilities of your fractured mind. That one word was the only thing you could get out.

“Mhmm,” Dabi purred into your ear. “He trained me just like he trained you. We were going to meet soon but those heroes had to go and ruin everything. They killed the Mayor and took you away from me.”

Memories of the Mayor’s death flooded your mind. The stand-off between him and a faceless hero. You, jumping in between them to shield the Mayor like he’d train you to do. Exhausting your quirk and being thrown out of the way. And finally, the life leaving the Mayor’s eyes as you crawled to his body with tears streaming down your face.

You couldn’t reject your memories any longer. The Mayor had been like a father to you and his death had hurt you as much as your parent’s death did. The heroes had to pry you away from his corpse and even then, you fought against them tooth and nail. The only way they managed to control you was with tranquilizers and quirk inhibitors. For a couple of months, your new reality consisted of hospital visits, interrogations, and drugs until the HPSC molded you into an obedient child that they could ship off to an orphanage.

“I t-tried but…heroes…too strong.”

“I know, I know.” Dabi reassured you by pressing his lips to your temple; this time you didn’t pull away. “Do you understand now? I’m making things right again. I’m trying to help you, Y/N. The heroes messed with your head but I’m gonna make it better—just like the Mayor.”

“H-hurt?” You whimpered after Dabi’s warmth disappeared.

“The faster you let go of your hero identity, the less it’ll hurt.”

Your re-education continued with Dabi posing questions and you answering them honestly. Dabi could tell when you were lying and would punish you accordingly.

“You know better than to lie to me, Y/N.”

The punishments Dabi inflicted were less harsh after your conversation. It was like Dabi knew you were trying to fix your tainted mindset and rewarded you by not hurting you so much. In turn, you stopped seeing Dabi as a villain and saw him more like a mentor. He was going through these great lengths to help you and you accepted each burn, slap, punch, cut, and bruise with gratitude.

Each session ended with a kiss to your forehead and sweet words of praise that made your heart soar with pride. Dabi always cleaned you up after each session. He released you from your restraints, cleaned and disinfected your wounds, gave you a bath every now and then, and made sure to feed you and give you water before lying you on the bed. You usually fell asleep before he tied you back up but even when you didn’t, you never fought him on it. After all, everything Dabi did was for your own good.

Then, just when your mind was almost completely fixed, you woke up to a deafening silence that seemed to last forever. You realized Dabi wasn’t in the room nor in the premises and you grew anxious. The longer he was gone, the darker your thoughts became regarding what had happened to him. A particularly terrifying thought that came to mind incited a full-blown panic attack that left you sweaty shaky mess.

What if the heroes got him?

What if they find me and ruin me again?

What if they killed him?

No No No No!

You needed Dabi. He couldn’t just leave you like that. He promised to make things better. He promised to fix you. You couldn’t live without him; you were his. You lay on the bed with tears soaking your blindfold until poisonous thoughts flooded your mind and contorted your fear into rage.

It’s the heroes’ fault.

Those bastards will pay if they hurt him.

I’ll kill them all

Your mind and body eventually tired themselves out and you fell into a deep sleep. With your mind altered to what it had once been, you dreamt of the Mayor. He looked the same as he’d been when he’d died while you were your current age. He wore a proud smile on his normally hard-set face as he looked at you. Suddenly, his eyes shifted and you felt a presence next to you. Turning, you saw Dabi standing next to you. He looked down at you with a smirk before possessively wrapping his arm around you and bringing you to his chest. You closed your eyes and melted into him, inhaling his signature scent of musk and smoke. Looking back to the Mayor, his smile had grown seeing you and Dabi together and approached the two of you. Basking in the warm feeling of being in Dabi’s arms and having the Mayor’s approval, you closed your eyes and hoped the dream would never end.

The rattling of the door woke you up in an instant. Your entire body tensed as you waited for the door to open and the sound of footsteps to inform you who it was. You’d burned the sound of Dabi’s footsteps into your memory ever since he’d taken away your sight.

When the door swung open and the familiar lazy shuffle of Dabi’s feet reached your ears, you broke out in tears of relief. Your cries seemed to shock the man who stopped moving for a while before rushing to your side.

“W-where w-were…you?! I-I was…w-worried!” Your body shook as sobs tore through you.

Dabi remained silent but you heard him take a step forward and before you knew it, his hands hovered over your ankles and undid your restraints before working on the ones around your wrists. When your hands were finally free, you ripped off the soaked material over your eyes only to be blinded by the harsh florescent lights of the room. As soon as your eyes adjusted, you were able to make out Dabi’s face.

After not being able to see him in what seemed like forever, you were overcome with emotion as your eyes hungrily took in his face. He looked tired and worn out but, other than that, perfectly imperfect. The disfigured face that once made you sick, now made your heart race.

With tears of joy, you threw your weak arms around his neck and clung to him, burying your face in his neck.

“Please! D-don’t…leave a-again”

His arms wrapped around your waist and held you up. “I’m sorry.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as heat pooled into your core the longer Dabi’s hands were splayed on your bare skin. It felt like an eternity since he’d held you so intimately and you craved more. Taking matters into your own hands, you trailed your mouth up his marred neck to his face leaving a path of kisses in your wake.

“I…missed you,” you admitted to his astonishment before you crashed your lips onto his deformed ones.

You took the initiative, tasting his mouth and relishing in the warmth of his wet tongue. Your fingers dug into his messy hair and used it as leverage to pull him closer, deepening your kiss. The trance Dabi was in broke when you began tugging on his hair and he took over the kiss, leaving you breathless and aroused.

Soon, a familiar ache in your sex had you grinding against Dabi’s jeaned thigh for some much-needed friction. Noticing your intentions, Dabi smirked against your mouth before resting his knee on the bed and allowing you to straddle his thigh. As you continued to desperately rub your clit on the rough material, he kissed and sucked on a sensitive spot on your neck that drew soft whimpers from your bruised lips. Your slick dribbled out of your cunt and covered Dabi’s leg but you didn’t let that stop you from chasing your orgasm.

A strangled cry and your creamy cum coating Dabi’s jeans signaled your release. Exhausted from your exertions, you collapsed against Dabi completely spent. He held you up as he maneuvered himself to sit on the bed before setting you down on his lap and wrapping his arms around you. Snuggling against his chest, you could hear his rapid heartbeat that matched your own and it was all you needed to admit out loud the realization you’d come to.

“I…love you, Dabi.” You murmured, desperately clutching his shirt as if that would stop him from ever leaving you again. “Please…stay with me.”

“Always.” Dabi replied tightening his hold on you as if that would keep you by his side forever.

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- Watched - Pt.3

(Mammon x GN!MC)

**TW: cussing, stalking, kidnapping, religion,

Note: C/N (coworker name)

“Man, I’m starvin’. What’s takin’ so long anyway?” He grumbled, remembering the whole ‘first name basis’ thing with the delivery driver.

He was laid on his back across your bed scrolling through social media, impatiently waiting for you to return. His stomach started to growl.

“Maybe I should go check? But, MC said to stay here so no one could see me.” He said to himself, a slight pout on his lips.

He heard a small shuffling noise come from the living room, it sounded like a paper bag crinkling.

Ok, ya got the food, now don’t be tryin’ to chit chat MC, I know how ya are. I’m dyin’ in here!

The bedroom was a straight shot down the hall from the door, making it impossible to sneak a quick peek without fully exposing himself.

He could hear you talking back and forth with...Alex. He huffed to himself remembering your chumminess with the take out guy. Something just seemed weird to him about the whole thing.

Somethin’ is fishy about him always havin’ MC’s route or whatever. Does nobody else deliver for that place? I bet he’s got a crush on MC or somethin’.

“I’ll kick his ass.” He said out loud, his own thoughts making him sour.

He listened again, trying to hear what was being said. He couldn’t hear any actual words, but he could hear Alex’s voice. Barely, though.

Wait a minute.. Is he whisperin’? What’s he gotta say to MC that requires whisperin’?! I gotta get outta here.

Mammon was getting himself worked up, assuming this delivery guy was confessing his love to you. He’d nearly convinced himself to march out there and confront the creep. To hell with staying hidden!

Before he could blow his cover, he heard something hit the front door followed by more shuffling movement. He calmed down a bit, thinking the noises he heard were of you getting the food inside and trying to kick the door shut.

He impatiently waited for you to call out, telling him the coast was clear and that he could finally come eat. But, you didn’t.

After a couple minutes passed with no new noise, he grew slightly anxious.

He stood up and started pacing beside the bed, feeling antsy.

C’mon, MC. What’re ya doin’? I’m witherin’ away! Before long I’m gonna shrink up and turn into a Little D or somethin’..

Suddenly, he heard voices again. Well, just the delivery guy’s voice, still a hushed tone. He groaned to himself.

“If he don’t hurry up and go away, I’m gonna eat him instead.” He grumbled quietly to himself.

Something didn’t feel right though. Why was Alex’s voice the only one he heard? It had been at least five minutes since he heard you say something. It’s not like he just missed what you said because you were too quiet for him to hear, or you just chose not to contribute to the guy’s conversation.

You always talk, to basically anyone you come in contact with, never really knowing a stranger. He’s pretty sure you haven’t gone five minutes without talking since he met you. That’s why it seemed so weird to him.

That alone wasn’t really enough to expose himself though, was it?

To say you’ve been through a lot lately is an understatement. You’re sleep deprived and your nerves are shot. With everything that’s been going on, it would be more weird if you didn’t act a little different. He didn’t blame you for not being your usual self.

He still couldn’t shake this feeling though.

A sudden, loud noise outside got his attention.

Was that a car door?

He moved quickly, putting his back against the wall, scooting over to the doorway.

“MC? Is he gone?” He whispered.

No answer.

Screw it.

Very slowly, he peeked his head around the corner, careful not to be seen.

“MC?” He whispered again, louder this time.

Still nothing.

Somethin’ is definitely wrong..

He fully emerged in the doorway, eyes darting around, taking in his surroundings. As he quickly made his way up the hall, he noticed the door standing wide open. He could see that an older model car was parked in front of the house and you were no where in sight.

Hand still on the door knob, he turned around to call out into the house, “MC, where ya at? Ya know ya left the door-”

Before he could finish, the car outside suddenly accelerated, kicking up dirt and rocks as they sped off.

What the..?

“Guess he didn’t like his tip..?” He whispered to himself.

He shut the door and turned around slowly, only taking a couple steps before he came to a stop. He couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling he had.

“Oi, MC! D-don’t ya know you’re supposed to answer when THE Great Mammon calls for ya?” He waited, but the house was still. All he could hear was his heartbeat in his ears.

He walked further into the house, quickly looking around the kitchen before heading back down the hall.

Why ain’t they answerin’.. c-could it..? Nah..

“This ain’t funny ya know..” He called through the house, hoping that you’d somehow slipped past him.

Again, he was met with bone chilling silence.

Slowly, he started piecing all the little weird things that didn’t make sense together like a puzzle. The silent house and wide open door, abandoned food, the car speeding away..

The same delivery guy somehow always having this route...

His heart sank.

No, no, no, no!

He ran from room to room in a panic, desperately calling out to you, begging you to answer him.

This ain’t happenin’.. They gotta be hidin’ or something. Yeah, that’s it!

“MC! Where are ya? Talk to me, please!” He screamed, voice breaking around the hard lump forming in his throat, tears beginning to prick at his eyes.

No, it can’t be.. It can’t be..

With trembling hands, he dug his phone from his pocket, quickly dialing your number.

“C’mon, pick up. Please, please pick up.” He pleaded as he paced the floor.

His stomach dropped when he heard it ringing within the house, quickly following the sound until he found it on the coffee table where you had left it earlier. He stood there unmoving, staring at his picture and contact name with hearts on the screen, tears streaking down his face.

The weight of it all came crashing down like a tsunami, forcing him to his knees. With his face in his hands, he sobbed uncontrollably.

I shoulda listened to my gut when I thought somethin’ was wrong! Why did I wait so long to look for ‘em?! He took MC, he took MC! Dammit!

How did he let this happen? He was right here, right here, and he didn’t sense the danger. He couldn't protect you again, letting you fall right into the hands of the psycho creep who had been relentlessly harassing you, who was planning to do who knows what.

He had to do something. Anything.

Get the hell up! Ya gotta go find MC NOW! There’s no tellin’ what this creep is gonna try.

He stood up and wiped his face, trying to compose himself as he switched into demon form.

“I can still catch ‘em!” He made a beeline for the door, stopping abruptly as he reached the thresh hold.

“Wait, it’s the middle of the day and this ain’t the Devildom. A demon flyin’ around on a man hunt would be real bad.” He thought aloud.

People would most likely panic and if history proves anything, nothing good ever comes from humans when they panic.

He had to try and think rationally, as hard as it was. He wanted to rush in and save you as quick as he could, but going in blind without a decent plan could get you hurt...or possibly worse.

He switched out of demon form and moved back into the living room, trying to come up with an idea.

Your phone was here so he couldn’t have you tracked by GPS and he didn’t remember much about the car except that it was older. He didn’t even know what the guy looked like since he’d had to hide. All he knew about him was his first name and that he worked at a restaurant.

“The take out place would for sure have everything about him on file!” He quickly punched in the name of the place into his phone’s search engine, then suddenly paused.

“Wait a minute..I can’t just waltz in there and ask for someone’s personal info. They’d call the cops or somethin’. Damn!”

He was beginning to feel hysterical. He didn’t have much to go on and every idea he came up with was crap. A few ‘ding’ sounds from the coffee table tore him from his thoughts. It was your phone.

Someone named C/N had sent you a couple texts about work and judging by the text log, you talked to them often.

“Man, I hope this C/N knows somethin’ cause I’ve got nothin’ else to go on..”

Luckily, he remembered the name of the coffee shop, having heard you talk about work often. A quick internet search and he had the directions. He was out the door like a shot.

With his newfound breadcrumb, he was one step closer to finding you.

A bell chimed above the door when he entered the shop, alerting the worker behind the counter of his presence.

“Hi, how can I help you?” They greeted him as he walked up to the counter.

“Hey, is there a C/N here by any chance?”

“Oh, uh, yeah just a sec.” They went through a doorway behind the counter, returning moments later with another person in tow.

“Hello..? I’m sorry, do I know you?” They asked, approaching Mammon, visibly confused.

“No, but you know MC, right?” He asked, uninterested in beating around the bush.

“I’m not sure I can answer that.” They said cautiously, visibly tense.

They do know somethin’.

“Here, look.” He said, pulling up the gallery on his phone, showing them multiple pictures of you and MC together.

“Oh, so you’re the boyfriend. MC has told me about you. Uh, anyway, is there something I can help you with? I need to get back to work..”

“Yeah, has MC ever mentioned anythin’ about a guy named Alex before?” He asked.

Please, please, please

“Alex..Alex..” They repeated, tapping a finger on their chin as they thought it over. “They did, actually. We went to the movies about two months ago, and ran into a guy they knew. It was their usual deliver guy I think? Said his name was Alex. He gave me the creeps.” They explained.

“Why is that?”

Yes! We’re gettin’ somewhere.

“He just seemed..I don’t know, off? And when I met him, I actually remembered seeing him a few days earlier on my way to work. There was another A.T.A. protest and I saw him in the group demonstrators. He denied being there when I brought it up, saying it had to be his doppelganger or something, but I know it was him. When we ran into him at the movies he said he had just got off work, and he was wearing the exact same shirt and hat as the day of the protest.” They informed him.

“Wait, A.T.A.? What’s that?” He asked curiously.

“Anti-Treaty Association. They’re exactly what the name suggests. Everyone involved in the exchange program is public knowledge. Names, pictures, updates on how the program was going, etc. All easily found on any search engine. If he is part of the A.T.A., why would he be friendly with MC? There’s no way he didn’t know who they were.” They said.

This Alex guy is definitely the stalker. I bet if I dig into this A.T.A. I can find him..

“Alright. Thanks for your help.” He said as he turned to leave, C/N took a few steps after him.

“Hey, uh, is MC okay? I know they haven’t been themselves lately, but uh, you coming here and asking all these questions kinda scares me..” They admitted, fear for their friend written on their face.

“MC is uh, goin’ through some stuff. I’m gonna put an end to it though.” His voice was rough, angry. His face however, was full of desperation and sadness.

Mammon thanked C/N again for their information and left the coffee shop on a new mission. He uncovered another piece of the puzzle, new information that could lead him to you.

No one knew exactly what this guy was capable of, but he had the most important piece of Mammon's existence with him. There wasn’t anything he wasn’t willing to do, in any realm, to bring you back safely. He would breach the Celestial Gates without thinking twice if it would bring you back to him.

He was going to show them exactly why he's the second strongest of the seven rulers of the underworld.

I’m comin’ MC. I will find ya, I promise.

“Get out.”

The scorching heat inside the trunk made you nauseous, and severely thirsty. You felt weak and disoriented, unable to move much. You weren’t sure how long you had been stuck in there before you finally felt the car come to a stop. The lid opened, blazing sunshine poured inside the dark space, making your eyes water and squint reflexively.

“I said, get out!” He screamed.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist hard and yanked you from the trunk, letting you drop to the ground. You were much to weak to try and brace yourself so you fell pretty hard, getting small scrapes and dirt on your elbows and forearms.

You tried to open your eyes to try and get an idea of where he had taken you, but before they could adjust to the blinding sunlight, he tied something around your eyes.

“Can’t have you trying to escape.” He said to himself, as he finished tying up your hands. The restraints were very tight, already starting to hurt your wrists.

“I’m not going to.” You said weakly, your words making him laugh.

“Well, at least your a smart demon slut. Somewhat, anyway.”

Honestly, you weren’t planning to escape. If the opportunity presented itself, you would make a run for it, but you weren’t actively looking for an escape route. However, you had no intention of giving this creep what he wanted, or giving up without one hell of a fight.

Pulling you by the restraint around your wrists, he began to drag you across the ground. He let go of you a minute or so later. He didn’t drag you very far, ending up in some kind of building judging by the change in temperature and the rough feeling of concrete beneath you. It felt a little cooler in here as if you were out of direct sunlight, but the air was still fairly hot and sticky.

You did your best to pay attention to the things around you. The sounds, smells, what little you could feel. Outside you could hear cows in the distance and some kind of humming noise. It was definitely hot, but more like that humid feeling before it storms. You could also smell it too, the incoming rain. That warm earthy smell.

You could hear Alex nearby messing with something metal, there was also the sound of running water somewhere close.

I can’t believe Alex was actually the stalker this entire time... Explains how pictures taken of me from outside my house though.. I wonder what he plans to do..

You promptly chased away those thoughts in order to keep yourself calm, replacing them with thoughts of him, the time you’d spent together along with all the memories that came with it.

How soft and fluffy his hair felt when ran your fingers through it. The way he smelled; not the Devilish No.5, although you did love it, it’s smell closely related to the famous human world version, but his smell. Crisp and clean like fresh laundry or new clothes, slightly smoky like leather because of his favorite jacket and small undertones of warm cinnamon and vanilla.

The always groaned about your selection for movie night but was the first one to get really into it. Having a concert while cooking when you had kitchen duty together, getting in trouble for talking and laughing in class and later being scolded by Lucifer for it. How he always used to complain how bad humans smell, only to find out he started buying your brand of body wash for himself and would also try to casually smell his hoodie after you’d worn it.

The thought of never seeing him again, never experiencing anymore memories like these or the chance to make new ones, kept haunting you. A hard lump was forming in your throat, tears beginning to prick your eyes.

“Aw, what’s the matter darlin’? The abomination you chose as a lover isn’t rushing in to save you like Prince Charming? Imagine that.” He spat.

You ignored his sarcastic comments, wanting answers of you own, “Why are you doing this?” You could hear him walking toward you, his footsteps getting louder as he approached. The sound stopped abruptly, then he crouched down next to your head.

“I told you, you need to be cleansed.” His tone was very matter-of-fact.

He grabbed your wrist restraint again and drug you another ten feet or so. Easily picking you up and hoisting you into the air until the rope around your wrists caught on something. He let go, your full weight coming down on your restraint. You were suspended in the air, feet barely skimming the floor.

He checked your ropes to make sure it was still secure with the added weight and gravity, then he removed your blindfold. The sudden change causing you to blink several times.

Your previous assumptions had been right, you appeared to be in a warehouse that had been abandoned for quite some time. Most of the windows were broken, big vines and other foliage creeping into the building. The rusted remnants of machinery scattered around the large, open room. You looked above you to see that you were hanging from a large hook that was suspended by thick chain from a metal beam up above. Far to your left you could see what looked like a large pool or even one of those big basins you usually use to water cattle, with a hose draped over the side. There’s the source of the running water you heard.

Wait...a stock tank with water, ’cleansed’...is he going to..baptize me?

“Cleansed? That’s been mentioned quite a bit in the dozens of letters I’ve been getting. Well, you would know, huh? Since you’re the one behind it all. What I don’t understand is why?”

It came off as more sarcastic than you intended, but you didn’t really care. You had been terrified for weeks about the stalker. What would they do when they finally got to you? You haven’t truly felt alone in over a month, as if someone was always hiding in the shadows watching, waiting. Your anxiety has been through the roof and you’re in a nearly constant state of paranoia and fear.

But, now that he was in front of you, you didn’t feel scared. You wanted answers.

“Because they don’t belong with our kind. Uniting our realms is blasphemy and will throw the human world into chaos.”

‘Don’t belong with our kind’..? Whoa, what the hell..

“Blasphemy? But, the Celestial Realm is on board with it. The angels in the exchange progr-” He cut you off before you could finish, his sudden booming voice echoed through the spacious warehouse, startling you.

He stood with his back to you, facing a long metal table that looked as if it used to be a conveyor or some other piece that once belonged to one of the old machines inside the long forgotten building.

“The exchange program was a joke! Those devils just needed a good cover to get their claws on our realm so they could take it over! Using their dirty tricks and magic to bring corruption and pollute us with sin.” He stared you down like a mad man while he yelled.

This was so bizarre, he sounded insane. Like, one of those people that wore tin foil hats. This version of Alex, the real one, was scary. You would’ve never guessed in a million years that this guy was the same one that you talked about the weather and current events with a few times a week.

“None of that is even remotely true! They just want to bring peace among the realms, to prove that they are not what all the harmful, hateful rhetoric claims they are. So we can all just co-exist! That was the entire point of the exchange program! To learn about the Devildom; it’s people and culture.” You fought back.

His face twisted up in disgust, visibly becoming more and more agitated every time you spoke. He stalked closer, stopping maybe six feet in front of you, staring at you intently.

“That kind of thinking is exactly why you need to be cleansed. You’re a human, or has being a demon whore and becoming the embodiment of sin made you forget that? You are nothing but a weak, powerless human to them. A pawn in their bigger plan, collateral damage if things went wrong.”

You never cared what assumptions people made or the rumors they started regarding your stay in the Devildom. However, when the very demons you loved and cared about became the subject of people’s whispering, you were willing to fight with no intentions of backing down.

You, out of everyone, who had to live in the House of Lamentation for a year, escaped death from a couple of the brothers, helped them mend familial bonds, and held pacts with all of them, should know better than anyone, exactly who they are.

“You don’t know anything about them!” You yelled lurching forward as you filled with anger, lightly swinging back and forth where you were suspended, the thick chains above you clanking, “The things they’ve been through, they things they’ve seen. The sacrifices they had to make..” You heart ached for them. What happened during the Great Celestial War, their fall.. They’ve been through a great deal and they, along with the rest of the Devildom, are undeserving of such prejudiced hatred.

“Being demons doesn’t automatically mean they are bad people, just like being human doesn’t make you good.” You stared him down, lacing venom in your words. He squinted his eyes at you, unhappy with your implications. “That fact was thoroughly proven during my time there. Some of kindest people I have ever met, as well as the people I love and cherish the most, are demons.”

You would forever stand behind the program, your now second home, and all the friends and loved ones you made along the way. No matter what this psycho could come up with, you would not be swayed. You knew them for who they are, all Alex knew was hatred.

He scoffed at your words, walking toward you as he shook his head in disgust, eyes boring into yours. He stopped just inches in front of your face. You held onto your resolve, staring back at him intently, not letting him see that you were completely terrified. It’s what he wanted; to feel superior and pass judgement on those he deemed unworthy.

You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction though; to feed his ego, his delusions. You refused to bow to fear, instead giving it all you had to make sure that if this was how it would end for you, you would fight against his prejudice and hatred until your final moments.

“We will start with the normal cleansing.” He backed away from you, confirming your suspicions as he gestured to the stock tank. “Although I think your soul might be too far gone for it to be completely effective.” He smiled wickedly as he turned around, going back to the table he’d been at earlier and picked up the same knife he’d held to you when he kidnapped you. The only other weapons you could see on the table were a baton and a taser. There was also a thick book you could only assume was a bible and a large jar of water. The most concerning however, was the gas can, thick work gloves, and what looked a lot like a body bag.

“This may call for a more extensive purification.”

PART FOUR COMING SOON!

#obey me!#obey me fanfic #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #trigger warning #potentially triggering #obey me shall we date #obey me angst

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johnseedfanclub · 3 years

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Wip Day

Startin this bad boy up (at least this is an attempt)

Chapter 6(?)

TW: Mentions of drugs, suicide, vulgar language, hallucinations, abuse, vomiting

Angel rose up out of bed with a groan followed by a stretch

“Good fucking LORD” Angel grinded out as he cracked his back “I feel worse than that one time I was injected with fucking ketamine...”

After contemplating his life choices, and considering putting a bullet to his head, Angel managed to drag himself towards the window of his room.

“Hmm. Still out here huh?” Angel grumbled discontentedly “I would’ve hope it was a dream” Angel looked up as if he were speaking to God himself

Angel made his way downstairs and looked around. House was still quiet. There’s no way that she was taken, right? Missy couldn’t be gone. Angel had his own “gifts” but Missy was a trained army soldier, maybe higher than just a soldier. All Angel knew was that she was trained in the army and probably had way more control over herself than he did over himself.

“..Missy..?...MISSY?!” Angel called, walking through the deathly silent home

No...no..this isn’t good...They couldn’t have possibly kidnapped her. She’s a trained professional. She would know what to do in these situations. Angel is more likely to get himself captured and probably nearly get himself, and others, killed in the process. And aside from that, if Missy is gone...what will be of Angel? He is nothing but a ticking time bomb waiting to lose control.

Suddenly the silence was broken as his radio cracked “Ayooooo Angel!!!”

Angel jolted nearly sending himself out of his skin “Who the fuck is that” Angel took out his radio “How did I not lose this shit...” he whispered to himself before clicking the radio “Hello..?” Angel answered back

A voice of happiness and relief was heard on the other side “Angellll! Great to hear you’re alive bud! Kinda heard a lot of ruckus going on back at the bunker since you were....ya know...spotted and all but this whole ordeal kinda died down a bit of course..for now that is”

Jesus Christ who is this guy and why is he rambling at a time like this...it’s too fucking hot and early to be talking a man’s ear off.

“Also uh..Sorry about the whole smoke sesh we had the other day I kinda got a bit too excited and gave you way more than a shoulda..You probably feel-“

For fucks sake.

“Jesus fuck you’re talking way too fucking much.” Angel clicked the radio and it went dead silent. Angel drew out a deep sigh and clicked the radio again “Sorry...Havin a bad mornin...what’s your name now?”

“Oh shit my bad- you’re probably feeling like a dog that got ran over!” Connor laughed on the other side “Probably can’t remember a damn thing either...I’m Connor! The guy you met in the bunker” Connor replied in benevolence

Angel paced in the living room “Connor.....guy I met in the bunker......smoking...” Angel froze in realization “This fucking dickwad-“ Angel clicked his radio “YOU’RE THE GUY THAT TRIED TO FUCK ME UP WITH THAT FUCKING BLISS- BULLSHIT.”

“Woah...hey now I said sorry for that already. I meant good intentions. I would never purposely fuck a gay man over unless he fucked me or my guys ov-“

“GOOD INTENTIONS? I HAD TO FIGHT THROUGH RUGGGED MEN WHILE NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE STRAIGHT” Angel blurted out

“HEY. I WAS TRYING TO BE NICE. TO BE FAIR I DIDN’T KNOW YOU HAD A RECORD” Connor yelled back drawling out the ‘record’

“WHATEVER. Say now....what did you give me. I nearly had night terrors because of that fucking plant. And there’s no fucking way that it’s just weed.” Angel sat himself down on the couch thinking about the nightmares he had last night

There was a silence after that question. Was it that it was a mistake? Should he not have asked? Or hesitation? Maybe there was something in that cigarette-joint whatever it was...he-...Connor had to have gotten it somewhere...this wasn’t no ordinary plant or mix of bad drugs in a plant. This was...different.

“Okay....look. I trust you. But you cannot say this to anybody.” Connor spoke carefully

Gullible for a man who works in a cult

“What I put in that joint was bliss oil and ground up Moonflower....l-look I’m sorry okay...the flower adds to the high and the oil makes it burn longer” Connor had a very regretful tone in his voice. But that didn’t explain what any of that substance was...

“What the fuck is bliss oil? And moonflower...sounds slightly familiar..” Angel said confused

“Don’t worry about it. Can you meet me near John’s ranch later?” Connor asked

“That asshole? Fat chance drug mule” Angel returned with a chuckle

“Ya know you should be nicer. And how do you remember him easily???” Connor huffed, malcontented

“This man has been harassing me the last four months ever since I moved here. I think at that point it’s safe to say he has a rememorable face....a punchable one too.” Angel sneered

“O-oh right....probably not a good place then huh...”

“Of c- didn’t you say that I had a record Connor?”

“Okay okay...I wasn’t thinking straight-“

“Obviously”

“Jesus Chr- DO YOU WANT TO MEET AT FALLS END THEN?!”

“That would be great love” Angel mocked

“Ain’t you a peach...you know...I’m starting to believe what John was saying about you.....hmm.” The radio clicked and went silent

“Oh I’m goin to nick his ears off...” Angel growled “Can finish a sentence but not a fight”

Angel got up after having a moment of planning to beat up Connor later and decided it might be better to head to Fall’s End...maybe after a nap of course.. he won’t have to worry about Connor till later.

Angel decided to head back into his room and throw himself on his bed “Oooh...” Angel breathed out “I have a feeling this is gonna be one fucking day.” Angel drawled out in exhaustion before closing his eyes shut.

"𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁..."

Angel had a horrible gut wrenching feeling...that voice...that terrible fucking voice...

"𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁...." the voice sang his name in a comforting tone...but that voice was never a comfort to him

He kept his eyes shut...but didn’t know how much longer he would have to for him to go away...it was impossible to ignore something that was so insisting and demanding...

"𝒲𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓊𝓅...𝑀𝓎 𝓈 𝑜 𝓃."

He opened his eyes and saw red. Only red. The walls of his room. Red. The ceiling. Red. Where he slept. Red. The sky. Red. Everything was Red. He immediately felt sick but he couldn’t escape there was no escape. He sat up.

There.

There he was in the doorway. Blocking his only way out. The tall figure that loomed over Angel’s doorway. A Man that Angel could never fight, The Man that Angel fears the most more than anything...anyone in the world

𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓸 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝔃

Angel quickly looked around but realized he was stuck. He was backed into a wall. There was no way he would make it out alive.

"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈...𝑀𝓎 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓎." The voice said tenderly moving closer to him

“D-don’t call me that....” Angel moved back to try to move himself away from the Man but there was no use of it. He started breathing heavy. With every step the Man took the more weight he felt on his chest. He started to spiral, every fighting instinct left his body. He felt like a rabbit being hunted by a Lion.

“𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒹𝑜?"

“help...h e l p.” He tried to call out but struggled to get the words out between breaths “somebody help me. get me out of here.”

The Man grabbed Angel’s face and tightened his grip, enough to leave bruises on the skin. All the fight left his body...he froze in horror having to force himself to look in his eyes. Tears started to stream down his face and he whimpered and tried to scream.

"𝒮𝒽𝒽𝒽𝒽...𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌..𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒" the Man stroked Angel’s face gently while shushing him like a puppy

“I don’t feel safe around you...I will never be safe or free in your hands....” Angel rasped out, nearly overworking his lungs for air “I will never call myself your son.”

The Man’s eye twitched but he cracked a smile "𝒜𝒽..." the man clicked his tongue before breathing in "𝒩𝑜..𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇" he retreated slightly before taking both of his large hands and pressing them on Angel’s throat, tighting them and he watched Angel panick and try to push him away legging out a crooked laugh

Angel saw his vision fading and slowly going dark. He was trying to fight back but it was a losing battle to begin with. So, he gave up.

"𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃"

Angel immediately woke up and started coughing and immediately felt something coming up his throat. He ran to the bathroom and flipped the toilet cover up and immediately started retching. Fluids poured out of his mouth that burned his nose and throat. And when he thought he was done more came back up. After finishing he was shaking and his head was pounding, tears were streaming down his cheeks and he still felt that weight in his chest. He looked into the toilet and...it was red. He flushed the toilet quickly as the color made him nauseous again not to mention he didn’t even have a chance to eat. It was nothing but bile. Angel sat back. He couldn’t even bring himself to try to speak to himself. So he sat on the floor, trembling....crying. The silence in the house was loud. He has to get out of here.

Angel quickly got up in a panic and washed his face and brushed his teeth, wanting to get that awful taste of bile off his tongue. After he packed his backpack with survival tools and some basic needs to help him out...there...I mean there was just more than one man chasing after him...

He wasted no time leaving after, wiping whatever tears were left on his face, God, he hated looking vulnerable I mean he was already enough..

“I’m never taking a fucking nap again...not until the exhaustion comes over me...”

Angel made the trek to Fall’s End. And though it wasn’t a long hike, it was quiet...almost too quiet.

“Hey-“

Angel reached for his hun and aimed at the sudden greeting

“Woah! Hey now! It’s just me Angel Mary May spoke softly

Angel lowered his weapon quickly in shock ‘I could’ve killed her for Christ sake’ he thought

“You okay love? You seem...different? On edge..?” she spoke with a tone that was almost a comforting as Missy, Bless her heart if she’s still out there

Angel tried to get the words out “....I......uhm...y-yea....kind of...just had a nightmare...no big deal...” he manage to put on a smile that could fool a careless man. But Mary saw right through it.

“Look I know you probably don’t wanna talk about whatever is going on with you bit don’t try to fool me with a smile m’kay” Mary scolded Angel a bit and started walking forward to Fall’s End

“Okay mom” Angel huffed out a laugh “Funny seeing you out here huh” Angel followed after her like a little duckling

“Funny seeing me out here? It’s noon Angel! Did you oversleep again?” Mary looked at Angel teasing him a bit

“Very funny. I was up earlier but was still tired from yesterday so I took a nap......unfortunately it didn’t work out in my...uhm....favor” Angel cleared his throat

“Well why don’t you tell me all about it?” Mary asked curiously

‘This is gonna be a common thing huh...’ Angel thought before breathing out “Where do I start?”

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linafication · 3 years

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Ok I’ve seen you talking about it and I have to ask you what Tally Hall is. I know they make music but is there lore too? I’m intrigued

OHOHOH THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR ASKING THIS :0

tally hall is a band based in ann arbor michigan. they’ve been pretty much inactive since 2011 but I still have hope that they may one day return >:) shfjshf

their music is (as described by the members themselves) within the genre of ‘fabloo’ (a word the band invented!!!) they used to call their genre ‘wonky rock’ but ‘wonky’ began to be something people wanted to categorize, so they just made up their own word instead!!! how cool is that!!!

they have 2 official albums out, those being Marvin’s Marvelous Mechanical Museum (original recorded in 2005, re-recorded in 2008) & Good & Evil (2011) but they have quite a bit of content/songs outside of those albums, many of which are still being discovered to this day :D they also did an internet show, conveniently named Tally Hall’s Internet Show, where they did wonky sketch comedy & various other endeavors (keep in mind though that some of the jokes in t.h.i.s can be pretty dated tho)

as you probably already know, each of the members wears a distinctly colored tie! the members themselves are Rob Cantor (yellow tie, guitarist), Joe Hawley (red tie, guitarist 2 electric boogaloo), Zubin Sedghi (blue tie, bassist), Andrew Horowitz (green tie, keyboardist) & Ross Federman (gray tie, drummer)!!!!! also there’s Bora Karaca, the orange tie & a good friend/mascot/unofficial official member of the band!! (there’s some other unofficial official members of the band as well but I’m only mentioning bora here because I’ve already typed too much sjfjsfjfjs)

as well as the internet show, tally hall also has the boralogues, which are little vlogs filmed by Bora of the band on tour/making studio recordings :D

all in all tally hall is a great band there’s a lotta cool stuff out there to find about them!!! just some wonky guys in ties havin a good time!! what’s not to love??

#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKIGN THIS I LOVE TALLY HALL SM :D #thank you for coming to my lina talk #sorry I got rambly here skcksnfsj

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littlespoonevan · 4 years

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listen!!! ian/mickey/mandy was my original brot3 i had to bring her back!!!!! i hope you like it, bud :D <3

Mandy never used to believe that Ian and Mickey would last.

To be fair, the day she found out was also the day their relationship reached its first real breaking point. (Though a part of her remembers not feeling shocked at all, all the pieces – Ian seeing someone he refused to name, Ian overly concerned about Mickey’s wedding, Mickey always conveniently showing up whenever she and Ian were hanging out – suddenly falling into place.)

And she’d taken Ian’s side because- well, as far as she could see Mickey was fucking Ian over just so he could stay in the closet. She’d been wrong, obviously, though no one’s ever actually told her that directly. But there were enough context clues for her to more or less figure out what had happened – especially after the night of Yevgeny’s christening.

So she’d found out about them and she’d been around them and she knew, deep down, they loved each other. But to her it had always seemed like a doomed sort of love. In the way that love tends to be if you’re a Milkovich or a Gallagher.

She’d watched for about a year and a half as they’d clung to each other, desperately trying to make it work despite the world throwing every fucking problem it possibly could at them. And then one day it ended and she wasn’t in Chicago anymore and she still wishes she could’ve said she was surprised when she heard the news.

Time passed after that and she didn’t really talk much to either them but she hoped they’d move on. At least, she knew Ian was trying.

Then one day she’d gotten a phonecall from Beckman Correctional and Mickey was on the other line. (She’d known he’d escaped prison the first time – the cops had come knocking on her door too.) And it was strange talking to him after so long but nice too. In its own way. She’d nearly dropped the phone when he told her Ian was his cellmate.

(She’d heard about that too – Gay Jesus could still reach her even in Boston.)

After that Mickey started using his weekly phonecall to call her while Ian, with a much longer laundry list of relatives, started calling her once a month. It had been the most she’d spoken to either of them in years but she liked it – it made her feel connected to someone again, like her family hadn’t been totally obliterated.

She hadn’t planned on missing the wedding.

But part of getting her shit together meant not flaking on work responsibilities and she’d been roped into securing some account in Toronto with her boss and couldn’t get out of it. She’d managed to score a long weekend off a few weeks later though and promised she’d come visit then which had seemed to be enough to appease them both.

That’s how she finds herself standing on the steps of the Gallagher house on a Friday in February with an overnight bag on her shoulder.

Ian had insisted there’d be plenty of room for her here but she’ll believe that when she sees it. There’s always more people than there should be in this house. She hesitates for a moment, considering knocking but then feeling weird for even thinking it. No one knocks on the door to the Gallagher house. Testing the handle, she finds it unlocked and gently pushes it open.

The house is a lot quieter than it used to be and it throws her for a loop for a moment before she hears voices in the kitchen.

She steps further into the living room, pausing by the back of the couch when she catches sight of Ian and Mickey through the kitchen door. They’re…doing dishes. She thinks.

More specifically, they’re laughing as Ian replaces the glasses in the cabinet and Mickey idly spins a dishtowel in his hand.

“You’re so full of shit!” Mickey’s saying and the size of his grin momentarily leaves Mandy dumbstruck. She can’t even remember the last time Mickey smiled like that. Looking so…content and at ease and happy in own skin.

“I swear to god!” Ian exclaims, turning away from the cabinets and giving Mandy a clear view of the mischievous expression on his face as he holds in a laugh. “The guy’s dick was fuckin’ purple. Nastiest shit I’ve ever seen.”

Mickey makes a face before dropping the towel on the counter and taking the two steps it takes to put himself in Ian’s path. He cups Ian’s face between his hands and says, very solemnly, “You ever break my dick when we’re having sex and I’ll break your neck.”

Ian barks out a laugh and Mandy has to quickly bite her lip to stop a snort of her own as she watches Ian’s hands fit to her brother’s waist. “Pretty sure I’m the one who needs to worry about that,” he points out, expression light and amused as he quirks an eyebrow at Mickey’s reply.

He says it too quietly for Mandy to hear but whatever it is they’re kissing hardly a second later. She considers clearing her throat to make her presence known then because she knows what happens when Ian and Mickey start kissing when they’ve got the house to themselves but they break apart after a few seconds with matching grins. Ian looks up absentmindedly and his eyes land on her, his grin freezing on his face.

“Mandy!” he says, surprise and excitement colouring his voice. He lets his hands fall from Mickey’s waist just as Mickey turns to look at her.

She only has the briefest moment to share a look with him before Ian’s bounding over and sweeping her into a hug. “Hey,” he breathes, squeezing her tight. “Sorry, we didn’t hear you come in.”

Mandy hugs him back and instantly feels herself calm. Ian’s presence has always been comforting. She still remembers stealing whatever bit of affection she could from him when they were teenagers. When he dutifully let her call him her boyfriend even after it became very clear that was never gonna happen.

“It’s okay,” she says on a laugh. “You two looked busy.”

Ian leans back with a bashful expression, squeezing her shoulders before stepping out of the way so she can say hi to Mickey. There’s a single second where they both flounder as they stare at each other before Mickey’s pulling her into a hug and letting out a soft, “Hey.”

She doesn’t expect it but as she wraps her arms around Mickey’s shoulders she can’t help the feeling of déjà-vu that hits her, thinking back to the day she and Ian went to pick Mickey up from juvie. It’s a similar hug, light and familiar and comfortable, and it makes her smile.

In a lot of ways, they used to be normal siblings. They’d been the closest in age out of all their siblings and as the two youngest they sort of naturally fell into that dynamic of driving each other insane while also being willing to defend each other to the death.

Things got more complicated as they got older. Their words becoming sharper sometimes, their inability to help each other like they used to suddenly paralysing them both and making it difficult to know how to interact.

But this feels like before.

Mickey messes up her hair when she pulls away and, inexplicably, it makes a lump form in her throat. Fuck, it’s been so long since they could just joke with each other. But Mandy hasn’t had bruises on her face for years and Mickey has a wedding ring on his finger that he actually wants so maybe it’s time they can get back to that.

“You kept the blonde, huh?” Mickey says when he steps back and Mandy lifts her chin in a haughty smirk.

“Anything to stop people from saying I look like your ugly mug,” she retorts, slipping back into an old banter that comes to her without even thinking about it.

“Bitch,” Mickey grumbles but he’s smiling like he’s amused.

Ian’s hand lands on Mickey’s shoulder before his other reaches for Mandy. “Mands, drop your bag. We can talk in the kitchen.”

Mandy does as she’s told, letting Ian shepherd them both into the kitchen. She tries not to smirk at the fact Mickey doesn’t shrug Ian off this time, electing instead to wind his own arm around Ian’s waist.

They sit at the kitchen table as Ian goes to the fridge to inspect its contents. “You want a drink?” he asks over his shoulder. “We’ve got beer, milk, orange juice, soda, coffee-“

“Coffee sounds good,” she says. The flight hadn’t been all that long but travelling always wears her out a little.

“Mick?” Ian asks and Mickey considers him for just a second before saying, “Make one for me too.”

Mandy raises an eyebrow at him and he ducks his head, looking embarrassed. “’m tryna stop drinking beer before five o’clock.”

The laugh that comes out of her is a little disbelieving but she’s impressed. It’s rare to see Mickey actively trying to take care of himself.

Ian sets the coffee pot going and there’s a sort of awkward pause where none of them quite know what to say before she finally decides on the safest topic. “So tell me about the wedding.”

Mickey scoffs at the same time Ian laughs and she looks between them until Mickey says, “Long version or short version?”

And is that even a question. “Long,” she says decisively.

As Ian returns to the table with their coffees they regale her with the complicated events leading up to their wedding ceremony – including her dad burning their fucking venue down.

“Have you heard from him since?” she asks, feeling an old anxiety twist around her spine. She can’t say she’s missed Terry Milkovich since she’s been gone.

“Not since he shot up our fuckin’ honeymoon suite,” Mickey mutters and Mandy feels a pang of sympathy for them. It’s about fucking time the two of them just got to be happy with no strings attached.

Before she can say anything though Ian’s hand reaches out to grasp Mickey’s on the table-top and Mickey offers him a small, grateful smile. And it’s these little moments that keep shocking her, really. The causal ways they touch each other or look at each other. The way they keep picking up each other’s sentences as they tell the wedding story.

Everything about their relationship before had felt so life or death, these moments of just being were few and far between.

Eventually the conversation about the wedding winds down and Ian asks her about her job and it’s weird, the three of them having such a grown-up conversation, but every second word out of Mickey’s mouth is still “fuck” and Ian’s still got that puppy-dog grin he used to wear when he was fifteen so maybe things haven’t changed all that much.

Ian gets up when Liam comes home from school, following him up the stairs to help him move whatever he needs out of his bedroom and into Carl’s while Mandy stays over since, “Liam’s room is definitely the cleanest,” and Mandy watches Mickey watch Ian, a soft smile on his lips as he stares after Ian until he’s out of sight.

Mickey’s gaze returns to the table then but the smile is still there. After a second or two of silence Mandy kicks his leg under the table. Mickey’s gaze snaps up to stare at her. “What?”

She feels herself start to smile without actually planning to. “You’re really fucking happy now, huh?”

Mickey’s face goes blank with surprise before that bashful twist to his mouth comes back and he averts his gaze, shrugging once. “I guess.”

“Oh, you guess!” she scoffs, kicking him again. “Jesus Christ, Ian’s dick can’t be that great.”

Mickey smirks then. “Jealous you never got to find out for yourself?”

“Shut up, asshole,” she huffs, laughing in spite of herself. “I’m being serious.”

Mickey makes an incredulous noise and Mandy clears her throat, forcing herself to be sincere. “I mean it, Mick,” she says and his expression smooths out at the earnestness in her voice. “You two really figured shit out.”

Mickey doesn’t say anything for a moment before he breathes out a soft laugh. “I mean it was about fuckin’ time.”

Mandy grins. “No arguments there.”

Mickey looks like he’s about to say more when Ian’s footsteps suddenly sound on the staircase again. “What are you two talking about?” he asks, jogging down the last few steps.

“Just about how Mandy’s still jealous you had sex with me and not her,” Mickey says casually and Mandy lets out a choked noise, reaching over and punching Mickey’s arm as hard as she can.

Ian’s laughing as he comes to stand behind Mickey, hands settling on Mickey’s shoulders like they belong there and Mickey looks from him to Mandy with a shit-eating grin.

“Don’t worry, Mands,” Ian says. “You got to call me your boyfriend first.”

“Ey!” Mickey calls out, affronted, and Ian grins down at him, eyebrows raised in an, Am I wrong? look.

And Mandy’s just- she’s relieved, more than anything. Because they fucking deserve this – all three of them do. They deserve to be able joke about the good shit in their past in the safety of a present that isn’t threatening to take away their future. They deserve some fucking peace of mind.

And as she watches Ian lean down to kiss the top of Mickey’s head before he returns to his seat at the table she thinks it’s probably time to rethink her stance on whether or not Mickey and Ian are going to make it.

#gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #mandy milkovich #shameless #my fics

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nanakibh · 4 years

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I discovered that there was apparently a Tonberry subplot going on in the FF Agito raid quests. It’s a whole chronicle of riveting Tonberry drama and intrigue.

The ending is... SO worth it. Kurasame fans, enjoy.

Mysterious Challenge Tonberry (Thunder) Subjugation Mission

[Student Council President, Miyu Kagirohi] Presently, a strange Tonberry has appeared and is loitering around the vicinity of Akademeia for unknown reasons. A squad tried to remove the Tonberry. But, after only 10 minutes, the whole platoon was K.O.'d. What's more, not a single scratch had been left on the Tonberry. We have no choice but to consider it an adversary. Nonetheless, it's still a monster. The fact is, we cannot leave it alone. We shouldn't hesitate, but I do hope that we can make it leave as peacefully as possible.

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Show Us What You Can Do Mysterious Tonberry (Fire) Subjugation Mission

[Machina Kunagiri] Hey, do you remember the Tonberry we fought last month? Apparently he came back around here again. Last time, if I recall... Representative Miyu took the Tonberry from the classroom out to meet it, and then it left after that. The Tonberry from the classroom also returned shortly after. But this time, a get-together seems like it won't be enough to make it leave. It seems like it must be here for a different reason.

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A Shadow Approaches the Instructors' Office! Mysterious Tonberry (Cold Air) Subjugation Mission

[Kurasame Susaya] I've sensed a strange sort of presence recently. When I left my room in the morning, I found a chopped-up fish there outside my door. As I was walking around Akademeia in the afternoon, I heard the sound of steady footsteps following me. When I returned home in the evening, there was a voodoo doll nailed to my door. For some reason, a Power Wrist had been placed there, as well. I can't think of anyone who would have a grudge against me... Am I being pranked?

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Let's Have a Serious Match! Mysterious Tonberry Subjugation Mission

[Kurasame Susaya] That strange Tonberry brazenly waltzed through the Akademeia gates this morning. I'm sure that some of you may have even exchanged greetings with him. This is a problem. Even if it isn't hostile, I don't want you to forget that it's still a monster. Thinking in such a naïve way will get you killed someday. (Is the Tonberry in the classroom okay...?) ... ...... ............Ahem. Each month, that Tonberry has come to fight with you, but there's surely a part of it that thinks that fighting with you is a game. In order to win that "game", it seems it's been doing special training. But this strange relationship can't be allowed to go on forever. I want this battle to be the last one.

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An Assassin Appears! Tonberry (5-Blade General) Subjugation Mission

[Eight] I'm sure you all remember that Tonberry that always comes to fight us. While I was training this morning like usual, I found him collapsed by the school gates. He was badly injured. 15 lacerations, 8 bruises, and countless cuts... This was clearly meant to be overkill. Before it lost consciousness, the Tonberry handed this to me. Can you tell what it is? It's a torn piece of a cape with a gear embroidered on it... This was worn by the Tonberry that's always in the classroom. Something happened. I get the feeling it probably had something it wanted to tell Instructor Kurasame. At the moment, King and the others from Class Ninth are looking into it. Deuce, Rem, and others who are skilled with healing magic are taking turns treating the Tonberry. You all love that little guy, don't you? Yeah, I suppose I do, too... To be honest, I felt a sense of comradery with that Tonberry. I even related to the way it wanted to challenge the Instructor. All I can do is fight. So I wanna punch whoever did this.

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The King Appears! Tonberry King (Physics) Subjugation Mission

[Seven] You recall the "5-Blade General" Tonberry that attacked that Tonberry and kidnapped the one from the classroom, right? I was interested in the document it was carrying, so I took it to Trey and Quon to have a look. It seems like it was apparently something written by the king of the Tonberry clan, the Tonberry King. Unsurprisingly, we can't discern the meaning of its contents, but after what they did, it can't be about anything good. I don't know what kind of authority the Tonberry King has in the Tonberry world, but that probably isn't going to help us end this. Maybe we should be the ones who pick a fight this time. What do you think?

From the additional quest information: (This sounds like Miyu to me, but it doesn't say.)

The whereabouts of the Tonberry King of the Tonberry clan have been confirmed. The Tonberry of Akademeia is accustomed to human socialization, so some of you may have forgotten that Tonberries are wicked creatures by nature. To prevent the Tonberries from interfering with the human world any longer, a mission to subdue the Tonberry King will take place on the following dates and times. According to intel, the Tonberry King is resistant against attacks from weapons. Swords, spears, and magic guns will be less effective at higher levels. Subjugation battles are rated higher than regular missions, so you'll receive more CP and FP. Cadets, I wish you great success.

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The Rise of a New King! Tonberry King Subjugation Mission

[Kurasame] You did well in last month's Tonberry King subjugation mission. The mysterious Tonberry which appeared before you cadets on numerous occasions is with the Tonberry King, and the classroom Tonberry is, of course, back in the classroom. "All's right with the world," you could say. Since that day, it has been reported that the Tonberries have vanished from Rubrum. Due to your efforts, the civilians have been protected from the threat of the monsters known as Tonberries.

[Kazusa] Speaking of which, it would appear that isn't the case any longer.

[Kurasame] Kazusa?!

[Kazusa] What's the matter? Still lecturing? This is an emergency, though. I'm only going to bother you for a sec. Despite the earlier report, it seems an impressive number of Tonberries have gathered in front of Akademeia. We're not talking about 100 or 200. There are so many Tonberries, you can't even see the ground.

[Kurasame] What?!

[Kazusa] In a rush, the Commandant said to inform the instructors. So that's why I'm here to get you. It looks like it hasn't turned into a fight yet, but it'll be bad if we don't do something.

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Battle Dialog (It would seem that the Classroom Tonberry is called "Cranberry.")

Machina: I don't think my swords will work here. Cater: My magic gun's a no-go, too! Nine, what about your spear? Nine: I ain't havin' any luck, either. Looks like magic's gotta be the only way.

Tonberry: ...... Kurasame: Get out of the way, Tonberry! You won't beat him! Tonberry: ......

Eight: Now's the time for me and you to combine our strength! Cranberry Tonberry: ...... Kurasame: You, too...? You want my approval, don't you? Understood. If that's what you want, then so be it.

Kurasame: ?! Am I the King’s target?

Kurasame: My apologies for being late. Cranberry Tonberry: ...... (*happy sound*) Kurasame: What is it? The Tonberries are acting different... Tonberry King: ...... (*defeated sound*) Tonberries: !!!! (clap clap clap clap clap!) (clap clap clap clap clap!) >Kurasame is given the Tonberry King's crown. Kurasame King: The crown... You're giving it to me? This was what you wanted?! What's going on?

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Maurice and Clover’s reaction to Julien and Pancho dating would be hilarious 🤣

WHEEZE, honestly it would be! I wanted to make a little comic for it, but I figured this would convey it a bit better, if you feel like reading it :D <3 it just makes me soft.

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“Are you havin’ a laugh?!”

Maurice had braced himself for that, and yet the sheer volume of Clover’s voice over the headset is enough to make him flinch, curling in on himself. Fumbling with the microphone he throws a frantic glance over his shoulder, lifting the headset away to keep one of his ears pricked for signs he’s been overheard.

But the rest of the plane is blissfully silent, at least for now, and he brings the mic close to his mouth, murmuring carefully, “You really think I would joke about this?”

There’s the unmistakable sound of growling on the other end, followed by the indistinct sound of Sage’s mellow voice somewhere in the background, undoubtedly leveling her with some obscure metaphor about the all consuming flame of her anger, but the Queen of the mountain lemurs continues regardless, barking into his ears.

“One month, Maurice-”

“Clover, I know-”

“I’ve been gone for all of one month,” She seethes, and Maurice pinches the bridge of his nose, grimacing, “I’m coming over. Now. Sage, get your hawk!”

“Wait wait wait!” The Aye-Aye almost jumps right out of his fur, almost dropping the mic again in his panic, “Is that really necessary?”

“What?!”

He pauses at that, his thoughts catching up with his racing mouth. He brings a paw up to rub at his brow, bushy brows arched high, “Believe it or not, they’re… actually doing pretty okay! From what I can tell, at least.”

“Are we talking about the same Pancho? You know, the felon.”

Maurice winces at the word, as if it could carry into the next room. Knowing his luck, it would, and they’d both never hear the end of it “Please, please don’t remind me. Yes, that Pancho. But.”

“But?”

“I mean,” Maurice rubs the back of his neck, mulling over his choice of words, “You gotta admit, the guy really pulls through, even if his methods are… er, dubious at best.”

“Dubious. Heh. Yeah, that’s one way of putting it, yeah. Not exactly the word I’d use, but it’ll do.”

Before he can attempt any more assurances, there’s a shout of exasperation from the other room, and the royal advisor bristles, teeth gritted

“Pancho, come on man!”

“What?!”

“What was that?” Clover demands on the other end, and Maurice covers the mic with a paw, peeking his head out from behind the curtains of the flight attendants cubicle he hides in to look around the corner.

At this time of night the plane should be shrouded in darkness, but numerous candles and the light of the full moon outside is enough to light up the rows of seats leading to the back. And thus it’s easy enough to spot King Julien the 13th and Pancho nearby, the latter sprawled out in a show of relaxation on one of the seats, chin propped up on the heel of his paw. Julien glares at him from around his canvas, and from here Maurice can make out what he can only assume is some Lovecraftian horror that’s only vaguely depicted in Pancho’s likeness, neither lounging nor in a seat.

Oy vey.

“You’re a terrible muse! I can’t work under these conditions!” the King accuses him, gesticulating wildly with his paintbrush. It sends splatterings of orange paint flying, but neither seems to notice, “Stop moving!”

“Aw, don’t be like that babe, my leg’s starting to cramp!” Pancho whines in shrill protest, grimacing as he attempts to gingerly shift his weight off his hip.

“A… AH! You’re doing it again!” Julien waves his paws at him in frustration and indignance, before deliberately flicking a sizable blob of oil paint at him, splattering his creamy belly with black. The crowned lemur yelps in shock, gaping down at the blotches in his fur.

“Hey, watch it! That paint wasn’t easy to pinch you know!”

“Maurice?!” Clover yells far too loudly in his ear, and the advisor is quickly reminded of what he was actually doing, darting back behind the curtains again.

“Clover, please, not right into the mic? Anyway, everything’s fine!” He assures her, offering her a strained but amicable smile that he hopes she can hear in his voice, "We're on the same page, remember? I wouldn't sugar coat it."

“Right…” She muses cautiously, and not for the first time Maurice marvels at how far she’s come from the woman that would have sooner broken the radio than listened to him, "We are, yeah?"

“Of course we are. I know you have his best interest at heart but… we can let him have this, right? And besides, you know them. This sort of thing doesn't really tend to last long for either of them. And I say that in the kindest way."

Clover actually giggles, "You have a point there. It's like a flash in the Pancho, as Ted would say." She snorts with laughter at that, her tone quickly turning giddy at her own quip, "Get it? Pan-cho? Flash in the pan? Hooo that was a good one, I liked that."

"Uh-huh, you're a riot,” Maurice remarks dryly, but his eyes soften with fondness, his tone warm.

“And you’re okay, then? With everything?” She presses earnestly, and he gives a quiet chuckle at that, rolling his shoulders upwards.

“For the most part.Tired, but alright. They give me the run around, but that’s not different than any other day.”

True to form, there’s a familiar high pitched shriek from the other room, and Maurice pokes his head around the corner again, eyebrows high on his forehead. Just in time to watch Pancho leap from his chair to bodily tackle the King mid caterwaul, his paintbrush extended like a dangerous weapon. The former convict is covered from head to toe in splotches and splashes of paint, but if the wild grin on his face is anything to go by, he isn’t all that fussed about that.

The two go sprawling onto the carpet that lines the aisle, and Julien’s cries quickly turn to raucous laughter as he’s suddenly tickled. The King squirms and thrashes beneath the other male as Pancho straddles him, holding him down with his weight as his fingers dance along the ring-tails sensitive sides. Every press and brush of his nimble fingers makes him wriggle and buck, and soon the paintbrush goes flying, bouncing down the aisle and past Maurice into the throne room behind him.

“Menace!” Pancho teases him playfully between his own breathless chortles, fighting to keep Julien pinned beneath him, “Menace!”

“Stop it!” Julien howls in protest between his laughter. It’s with very little conviction however, his squirming a lot less desperate than it could be beneath Pancho’s tickling paws. He throws his head back, face splitting with his own wild grin as he slaps and grabs at his mate’s wrists, “Monster! Maniac! AH! I’ll bite you, I swear to Frank I’ll bite you!”

“Oh, now those sound like fighting words!” Pancho grins wickedly, eyes alight with feral glee, and just like that he makes a playful show of taking in a large, dramatic breath. Cheeks puffed up and eyes comically wide, he dives down and in, pressing his snout into the curve of Julien’s exposed throat to blow a raspberry into his fur, and King’s laughter swiftly increases in volume and shrillness, his arms coming up and around to loop around Pancho’s shoulders, body tensing and curling inwards beneath him with mirth.

Warmth blossoms in Maurice’s chest at the sight, his heart full to bursting with affection for his friend. It’s always a joy to see him smile and laugh, despite the chaos that often ensued with it.

“Maurice? Hello? Maurice!”

The advisor gives a little hop of surprise on the spot, clapping a paw over his mouth to stifle his yelp. Luckily for him the pair don’t pick it up over their laughter, and Maurice half retreats behind the curtain, covering his mouth and the microphone with his paw, “Sorry, I er… I’m still here.”

“Right. I asked you if he’s happy.”

“Say what now?”

“Julien, is he happy?”

Maurice blinks hard at that, and from where he’s standing he watches Julien bury his smiling face into the fur of Pancho’s crown, who nuzzles his face more vehemently into his neck, grinning from ear to ear. Their fur matted and covered in smears of paint, the pair absently twine their tails together behind them, a tangle of burgundy and rings of black and white.

“Yeah, he is.” Maurice affirms, and he retreats back into the cubicle to give the pair their privacy, his cheeks hurting with the broad smile that tugs at the corners of his lips,“It’s actually kinda cute, believe it or not.”

“Then that’s all that matters, yeah?” Clover titters with an air of quiet bemusement, “Well, I suppose stranger things have happened with you lot. I’m actually impressed it’s not worse.”

“Harsh, but fair,” Maurice concedes, “There’s never a dull moment, as much as I could do with one.”

Clover lets out an almost whimsical sigh on the other end, “Ah, I miss that. Being a queen and all, you know it’s pretty good. But I… well I miss you guys.”

Maurice’s heart swells up in his chest all over again, the Aye-Aye leaning his head against his paw as he smiles up at the ceiling, “Aw, Clo-Clo,” he coos gently, his voice quickly thickening with emotion, “We miss you too. The kingdom doesn’t go a day without missing you.”

She fawns softly at that, quickly becoming emotional herself, “Ooh I- oh that just warms my heart, it does.” She hesitates a moment, mulling over her words, “You know, even if things aren’t exactly, well- falling apart without me over there, it couldn’t hurt for me to come pay a little visit, right?”

The awkward hopefulness in her voice makes the advisor roll his eyes playfully, “Do you even have to ask? You’re always welcome here! This will always be your home, you know that. I don’t think I need Julien’s blessing to say any of that, he’s said it as much himself.”

“Then I’ll come tomorrow!” Clover enthuses eagerly, and he can practically hear the beaming smile in her voice, “Oh, this is so exciting! My first diplomatic mission! Haha!”

“I’ll get the royal guest hut ready for you. That’s really going to make the King’s day, I’ll tell you that. Come to think of it, it’s not often that we’ve gotten the chance to entertain other royal guests- ”

“And this way, I can tell Pancho to his face that if he breaks Julien’s heart, I’ll eviscerate him personally!” she chirps happily, far too giddy at the thought threats and violence, and Maurice splutters hopelessly for a moment, his train of thought thoroughly derailed.

“Oh boy, yeah I’m a lot less enthused about that part.”

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