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nereidprinc3ss · 5 months

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omg i'm obsessed with the idea of spencer and a university student and i looooved the one you wrote with reader struggling with finals (i relate so much </3) i'm not sure if you write requests or not (if not, then i'm sorry and please ignore this hahaha) but i would love to see more of their dynamic? maybe spencer for once arrives earlier from a case and goes to pick up reader from university as a surprise? i don't really know but i would love to see more 💗 thank you and i hope you have a good day!

AHHHH omg you have NO IDEA how excited I was to open my inbox and see a request!! i am absolutely obsessed w spencer x uni student too

i kind of took this and ran w it so its a little angsty and random LOLOL but here is (drumroll)

spencer picking up reader after you fail an exam (sorry lol) and you are NOT in a good mood but he loves you so its fine

Tears, partly from the bitter wind and partly from shame, blur your phone screen as you exit the lecture hall. Another missed call from Spencer. It’s the third one today—you've been ignoring them in an attempt to remain focused on the final that you just bombed. Part of you now wants to keep ignoring them out of sheer embarrassment. How can you admit to your super-genius boyfriend that you are a bona fide academic failure? Still, you don’t want him wondering about you while he should be working. Your numb fingers fumble with the phone as you try to call him back without running into anybody on your walk back to student housing.

It doesn’t reach the second ring before he’s picking up.

“Hey,” he sighs. “I was starting to worry.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve been busy,” you exhale, cutting through some trees as you approach your building. “What’s up? How’s the case?”

“Well... that’s actually what I’ve been calling about. We wrapped up this morning.”

“What? But last night you said it would be at least three more days.”

“Rare instance of me being wrong, I guess.”

“So when are you flying back?” you ask, not wanting to get your hopes up. You know sometimes his team stays behind to help with processing a case. He doesn’t reply for a moment. “Spencer?”

“I’m... thirteen minutes away from your school. Twelve.”

Your brain short-circuits as you process his words, the cold metal of the door handle biting into your fingers as you stop dead in your tracks.

“You--are you driving here right now?”

“Yes,” he begins, sounding embarrassed, “I kept calling because I wanted to ask first, but I know you had your last final this morning and you were going to come over when I got back anyway so I thought you might want to come stay with me for a few extra days. You can say no, obviously—”

Some of the icy despair melts in your chest.

“Of course, I want to.”

“Good,” he exhales a laugh. “It would have been awkward if you said no. Can you have a bag packed by the time I get there?”

You’re speedwalking through the lobby now, hitting the up button for the elevator more times than is necessarily effective.

“Drive faster.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

By the time you blindly shove enough clothing in a bag, text your roommate to let her know you’ll be gone for the rest of the week, and make it back outside, Spencer’s familiar vintage car is already pulling up to the curb. He doesn’t even bother cutting the engine—just puts it in park and gets out, rounding the vehicle as you close the distance between one another. His smile is brilliant, and though you don’t feel particularly deserving of it, it’s for you.

“Hi,” you breathe shakily as he loops his arms around your waist.

“Hi, pretty,” he says, already leaning down to kiss you. It’s soft and sweet over too quickly, but then he’s gently pulling you into him. You drop your bag and bury your face in his jacket, trying to right yourself before you go into an emotional tailspin.

As usual, he smells like lavender, clove, resinous amber. It makes your head spin. Right away you feel yourself relaxing; feel your guard slipping, like it always does when he’s around.

“I missed you.” The words are quiet to begin with, muffled further by the fabric of his coat, but you know he’ll hear you.

“I missed you too,” he murmurs, stroking your hair. “Everything okay?”

Why are you always surprised when a man who works for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI accurately analyzes your behavior?

“Just tired. Can we go home?” You pull back enough to look up at him, meeting his fond—and just a little concerned—gaze, averting your eyes before he has time to discern your... omission of truth.

“Yeah, angel. Of course we can.”

He opens the passenger side door for you, making sure you’re settled before tossing your bag in the back seat and circling around the back of the car.

“Is that coffee?” You say as soon as he slides into the driver’s seat. His eyes dart down to the tumbler in the center cupholder as he buckles.

“It’s from the jet. You won’t like it.”

Despite his warning you reach over to grab it, taking a small sip as he puts the car into gear and pulls out of the parking lot. You make a sour face. Spencer glances over.

“I told you it was bad.”

You yawn, putting it back in the cupholder. “It was worth a shot.”

Jazz music plays quietly from the speakers and the heat is blasting, but you’re too busy mentally rehashing question 37 to find it relaxing.

“You didn’t get enough sleep last night,” he states. Not a question. Outside, the brick buildings of your campus roll by. You wonder if all the students rushing about on the sidewalks and side streets failed any of their finals.

“Couldn’t,” you mumble flatly, picking at your nails.

There’s a moment’s pause, and you’re imagining all the things you could have done differently. You’ve never failed a final before. If you’d just studied a little bit harder—if you’d stayed in instead of going out last weekend, if you weren’t so—

“I’m going to ask you something, and I don’t think you’re going to like it,” Spencer says.

“Mhm,” you hum, too afraid to speak because your eyes are already stinging again. Honestly, you’re surprised you made it this far without him getting the truth out of you. He offers his hand across the console as you slink down in your seat, and you take it, allowing him to run his thumb over yours in soothing lines.

“How do you think your final went?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, the bare branches of the trees outside blurring as you stare unseeingly.

“Not good. Like, I definitely failed, not good. I'm an idiot.”

“You absolutely are not an idiot.”

“You didn’t see me taking the test, Spencer. I literally just sat there staring at it for ten minutes before I even answered one question. It was pathetic.”

“Did you sleep at all last night?”

The question takes you by surprise. Your frown deepens.

“What? I don’t—that’s not—"

“Just answer the question. Did you sleep at all last night?”

“Yes!”

“Don't lie to me.”

“Fuck you! I slept for like two hours and had coffee this morning!”

He squeezes your hand.

“That’s why you failed.”

The first tear traces its path down your cheek, composure overwhelmed by the confrontation.

“I hate when you use your stupid interrogation tactics on me,” you say, voice wobbling. And then the crying begins in earnest.

“I know, baby.”

His hand moves to rub your back when you let go to cover your face. Torrential evidence of your frustration and utter exhaustion well over, slipping through your fingers despite your best efforts to stop them from coming at all. Having an emotional breakdown in the passenger seat of his car is far from how you’d wanted to greet Spencer’s surprise arrival, but you’re too worn out to mask your emotions—especially when he is so adept at drawing them to the surface.

A moment passes like that before you take a shuddering breath, raising your head slightly and wiping your cheeks with your sleeves in vain.

“I should have been able to do it. I just—it was like I was reading the questions and I knew that I should know the answers, but I couldn’t remember anything.”

“You’re exhausted. Sleep deprivation has an immediate, devastating effect on cognitive functioning levels. My recall and processing speed start to fail when I’m tired, too. It has nothing to do with how smart you are.”

It makes sense—but it doesn’t make you feel much better. You wanted to ace this exam. Of course, Spencer wouldn’t understand because school was as easy as breathing for him. He barely had to try to get three doctorates. It’s possible, you suppose, that dating a genius has put an academic chip on your shoulder—maybe you’ve set impossibly high standards for yourself.

After a few minutes the crying finally ebbs, if only because you’re running into supply and demand problems with your tear ducts. You rub your weepy eyes on your shoulder, leaning against the cold window and watching DC go by.

“You know, the final isn’t as important as you think it is. You’ll still pass the class.”

“It’s symbolic,” you mumble, breath fogging up the glass. Spencer hums, still rubbing your back.

“I know. I know it matters to you, but I don’t want you to think one bad grade is a reflection of who you are. Do you understand why it doesn’t make sense to measure something as abstract as intelligence by a metric as one dimensional as a standardized test?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

You shift in your seat, wiping your face with your sleeve and prompting Spencer to take your other hand once more.

“Can your FBI friend hack the university database and give me an A?” you ask after a moment, sniffling.

“Absolutely not.”

“Pretty please?”

“Nope.”

“It’s like you don’t even love me,” you mutter, angling yourself away from him.

He pulls your hand toward him and presses a kiss to the back of it.

“I love you so much that I don’t want you to get expelled for academic dishonesty.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway. I’ll probably just drop out.”

You both know you’re just being overdramatic, but Spencer has a tendency to be sweet even when you don’t deserve it.

“I’ll love you no matter what you do.”

You blush, unable to come up with a sufficient reply. His eyes slide to you briefly and he smirks, clearly enjoying his ability to fluster you, and by extension, get you to shut up.

“Eyes on the road, genius,” you grumble. But for the first time today you’re fighting a smile instead of tears.

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starlightdreaming · 30 days

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100 FOLLOWER SPECIALL :DD (the voices won.)

Lucifer x Slime! Bunny! Reader! NSFW!!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel!

Content Warning: (SUPER LONG ASS SMUT) Heat cycles, Body worship, Biting, Slime(Everywhere), PredatorNPrey kink(?), Breeding kink, Belly bulge, Dacryphillia, Oral (received) (THE MF EATS U OUT), Overstimulation, Lucifer’s Tail (erm-), BDSM (like all of them? I dunno…), Corruption Kink. (I don’t know what all the kinks are spare ya gal.) (Nothing is proofread either.)

READER BASED OFF MY PERSONA

SO ITS SELF INSERT??? Yeah. I’m down bad for this man, no shame.

Synopsis: You were a maid that worked at Lucifer’s mansion, you were his favorite too! so what happens when you are in one of your heat cycles? >:]

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You were humming softly as you made breakfast for your majesty. It was a daily routine for you to bring him breakfast to his bed, his usual being pancakes with a touch of cinnamon and apples.

At first when you were accepted to his abode to work, all you did was clean, he never batted an eye at you as you wandered the halls to sweep off dust on every corner of his walls, you didn’t mind it since you got to mind your business all you wanted, no pressure applied, even when you had traded your soul to the king to even have this job, it was all the much better when he didn’t ask of anything from you.

One day, his butler was sick, leaving you to cooking, anyone could have done it but if it wasn’t to the kings liking, they could have lost their jobs- at least what the maids would say. So they threw the task at you, the newbie.

It wasn’t that worrying of a task since you were always cooking for your siblings when you were alive, you always made exquisite dishes for your brothers and sisters to enjoy, oh how you missed those days of making hearty meals for them. So when you had the chance to make something for someone now? You were going all out.

You were thrown into the kitchen by the other maids, you were more excited than bothered by their force, you began making the pancake batter, adding a bit of cinnamon and apples into the mix, you saw your king always wore an apple on his hat so you assumed he liked apples. You made a stack of four fluffy pancakes, adding syrup on it before exploring the kitchen, trying to find fruits and such to add onto the meal to make it more pleasing to enjoy, to eat and to look at.

When you finished, you made him morning coffee, since you didn’t know what his coffee preferences were, you hoped your favorite blend would better suffice than taking a wild guess. You put the meal and drink onto the tray table, leaving the kitchen to walk to your masters room, careful as to not drop the meal you had put your heart and ‘soul’ into. You were so focused into what you were making

Before you entered his room, you knocked, awaiting his “come in.” to enter his room. You saw he sat at his work desk, uninterested to turn and look at you, you weren’t sure what to do next, you never really ever got to see the king this close, nor enter his rooms for that fact. You were just tasked to clean the halls, thats it.

You nervously walk up to his side, putting down the plate and coffee on to his work desk, “Your meal, your majesty.” You bowed, awaiting for him to dismiss you but when he heard your unfamiliar voice, he turned to you, seeing your uniform was covered in pancake mix that had already dried on your maid dress, you smiled at him nervously as he looked at your semi-transparent slime body, “Where is my butler?” he asked, “he’s the one that’s supposed to make me breakfast.” Your heart seemed to chip away, sensing that he might not like the breakfast you made him, he didn’t even look at it, “He is sick, your highness,” you explained, gripping the tray tightly in more nervousness, “I was tasked to make your meals today.” you say, putting up a facade to hide how much you were internally screaming.

“I see,” He says, looking back to his work, “dismissed.” he says as he waved you off, making your heart chip again, you were hoping to see his reaction to how much effort you had just made into the meal but seeing as you’re just a lowly maid in his home, it made sense he didn’t expect much from you.

You left the room without a second glance, not seeing how he had looked at you before looking at the pancakes.

Through the rest of your day, it was all normal. Nothing was reported to you and you weren’t tasked with the rest of the days cooking which made you confirm in your head that maybe he wasn’t satisfied with your cooking skills. It hurt to accept but all that mattered was you got to keep your job at least.

It wasn’t until the next day that whilst you were wiping down windows in the hall, Lucifers personal butler had walked up to you, tasking you again to make the same breakfast you had done the day before, You smiled as you got up and went to the kitchen again, leaving your main duties behind, all your doubts from yesterday vanished as you replicated the meal, going back to his room with a smile, “Your meal, your majesty.” You bowed to him, before putting the meal on his desk once again.

He looked at you this time, making your heart stop for a moment, “Where did you get your cooking skills?” he asked, his attention completely on you, your ears lie back in shyness, “Oh- well, I was self taught.” You say as you held onto the tray, resting it under your fingers, “How come your skills have gone unnoticed?” He says, pulling the plate toward him, grabbing his silverware to cut through the ‘cake to take a bite, you smiled gently as your heart fluttered from joy, “I applied to just clean, there wasn’t any spot open for cooking.” you explained as you swayed side to side in one spot, you couldn’t contain your excitement and joy as he ate your meal, “How about you become one now? Would you like that?” He offered before taking another bite, making you bring the tray to your chest, “really? you mean that?” You smiled, your ears perking as they held up close together as you leaned toward his desk slightly, “of course, why wouldn’t I? You can start anytime you want.” He smiled at you, you jumping in joy, “thank you so much, your majesty! I can make lunch later today! you won’t be disappointed!” You say as you slightly began to run out of his room, forgetting your formality, “oh, uh-“ you realized, before quickly bowing to him and leaving his room, slightly embarrassed.

Ever since that day, you had always made his meals.

Over time, you had slowly made a bond with him, becoming his favorite maid and his favorite chef, it wasn’t long ‘til he made you his personal butler, you waking him up for the day and being at his side almost 24/7 practically.

You didn’t even need to knock anymore as you busted his door open everyday with passion and enthusiasm, “Rise and shine, Lulu!” You would call him, waking him from his slumber, unbothered from how much energy you radiated, he’d sit up as you placed a tray his bed, making your usual for him, he smiled every time you sat on his bed further from him, talking about how your day went or rambled on about your past life on earth, he had found out you ended up killing your parents from how they neglected and abused you and your siblings, you had told your siblings that they left for good, nothing else. It was a surprise to him but it was understandable from your living conditions, he loved just listening to you, day in and day out though, whatever topic it may have been, he wasn’t listening to what you would tell him but more focused on your voice, after six years of this daily routine, it wasn’t long until he would ponder what you would sound underneath him, how you would writhe and whimper to his touch.

He had shook the thoughts at first but the more he saw you in his day to day life, those thoughts always bubbled and spilled out the more he tried to bottle them up, they only got worse when you would be gone for two weeks or so, knowing you as a bunny hybrid, whenever you were having a heat cycle coming or running, your slime would often secrete more off your body, dripping. One time it had gotten so bad, a blob of your slime just went splat on the floor in Lucifer’s room, right in front of him.

You had cleaned it with a bunch of spewed apologies, your face flustered and gaze full of lust, you left the room in a hurry. Leaving Lucifer dumbfounded. To him, that gaze you gave him with lust and tears in your eyes, riled something in him. When you were gone for two weeks after that, his mind was just thinking about that moment and you and only you, those thoughts he tried so hard to brush off were flooding his mind during your absence, he knows he could just go see you and help you and he wanted to do just that more than anything, but he refused to, he didn’t want to take advantage of you in any sort of way, he’d rather fall from the Heavens a million times than ever force his way onto you, you meant too much to him, his heart couldn’t bare how much he loved you.

When you came back from your cycles, you were back with your usual bright, loud and enthusiastic demeanor, your slime body reduced back to normal to being jelly like than melting-ish, and droopy. Whenever you came back, his mind would never settle down, his eyes would always trail at every curve of your body when you weren’t looking, you were so mesmerizing in his eyes, every flaw was a grace of beauty to him, he loved every moment with you, even when you sat and did your own thing while he focused on his work, you just being there was just enough comfort for him to settle down in place and do his job before finishing for the day and spending it with you.

At that point, he saw you as your own person, not just some maid that wandered his ‘castle’. Sometimes when you look at him with doe eyes, he couldn’t help but look away, you had him under such a trance, you didn’t even know how much he was wrapped around your finger. Whenever you wanted or requested something, you’d get it instantly, no questions asked, whenever you smile at something or him, his heart flutters, craving more of that smile, he loved when you praised him, comforted him or was there for whatever reason at all, his stomach always felt butterflies, it was always bad whenever you accidentally brushed touches without you noticing, he craved your touches so much, he always tried to find ways to have contact with you, even if it meant asking you to groom his wings. Worst and best decision of his life.

This man was such a mess for you, he’d even wake up from dirty dreams about you, flustered and flushed, panting heavily as if he sat up quickly in the late nights or early mornings, the tent in his pants were always visible during these dream incidents, it was happening way more then often that when he woke up this morning, he woke up gripping and clawing the bed sheets, his horns and tail displayed as he growls lowly, he was panting heavily as he just began to cry in frustration, it wasn’t long until you busted the door open, making him jump out of his thoughts, “rise and shine- oh! you’re already awake.” you say before realizing he was out in his demon form, he looked away from you, noticing that your body was secreting slime again, knowing what time it was for you, “are you okay? what happened?” You ask with concern closing his door, expecting him to have another rant about his ‘nightmares’ he claims to have, more and more.

You sat his meal in front of him, you sitting close as he kept his gaze away fron you, hoping you didn’t notice the dry tears he tried to wipe away, “Oh, Lulu, are you crying?” You ask, knowing he only avoids your gaze when he doesn’t want you to something. He ignored you when you asked, making you slightly upset he won’t talk to you, you cupped his face, making him turn to you, “look at me, Lulu,” You said softly to him, “was it another nightmare?” you asked, his eyes widened as he blushed lightly from how close you were to him, he nodded quietly, feeling flustered from his thoughts of you, “Oh, Lulu.” You swooned, bringing his face to your chest, holding him lovingly, he only blushed harder as your body produced more, slime was now on his face, your scent not going unnoticed as you smelled like a mixture of sweets.

When you pulled away, you hands still holding his face, you saw your slime was now on his face and you back your hands away from him in shock, “oh my goodness I’m so sorry-“ you said, trying to sit up, only to somehow drop his tray of food onto the ground making you more embarrassed, “Oh- oh my stars, I’ll get something to clean that! I’ll be right back!” You stuttered, leaving the room quickly as Lucifer frog blinked, processing what just happened in the span of ten seconds.

He licked his face clean, forgetting it was your slime and not his food that was all over his face, he honestly expected to gag in distastes but his thoughts immediately ran wild again when he realized how fucking sweet your secretions were, it was one lick after another before his face was clean and he was craving more. Although you were bringing him more breakfast for him to eat, he didn’t want to eat what you had to offer, no. He wanted you. With a snap of his fingers, the mess you left was gone, the lights were off and he was missing from his bed.

You entered the room, cursing yourself under your breath for forgetting what time it was for you, “Lulu, I’m-“ you tried to apologize again, only to see the room was dark and he was gone, “Lulu?” you called for him again, trying to turn on the lights, only for it to not turn on, you put the new tray of food on his nightstand before looking around his room for him, noticing the mess you made was now gone.

“Lulu? Where’d you go?” You asked worriedly, before you felt something drop on your head, it felt like a droplet of water, you looked up to see Lucifer hanging upside down as he stared at you with eyes full of desperation and lust, “L-Lulu?” you asked, a little worry now in your voice as your legs clanged together from the heat in your core, seeing how hot he was upside down, his full demon form out and his tail swaying down towards you left and right.

“Do you know how sweet you taste, my dear?” Lucifer asked, tilting his head, “Wh-what?” You asked a little confused. “Your slime,” he says, jumping down from the ceiling as his eyes glowed in the dark, his eyes glinting like a wolf stalking its prey, you stepped back as he began to walk closer to you, you didn’t even realize you were walking back towards the bed as both of your eyes stayed locked with one another, “The slime you secrete is so fucking delicious,” he growls as he claws the bed with both hands, you in-between him.

Your legs closed together more as you rubbed them together for friction, your maid dress sticking to your slimy skin, you whimpered softly from desperation as he leaned closer to your face, eyes never adverting, “christ, you have no idea what you do to me, dearest.” he whispers, growling under his breath as he tried his best to resist ravishing you then and there.

“What do you mean, Lulu?” You whispered as well, leaning toward his face, lips brushing from the desire and cravings of one another, “I love you, Y/n, so so much,” he confesses desperately, his eyes gazing to your lips before looking back at you, “Please, let me taste you again, please, please.” he begs, leaning more into your touch, when you cupped his face again, you falling back into his bed, an arm keeping you up, “Luci..” You say softly, “I never thought would ever love me.” You confess as well, “Why is that?” He asks, his heart chipping that you think that, “well, I’m a maid, I thought that was all I was going to be.” you say, looking away from him, sadness pooling your eyes as he leaned more into you, “don’t say that, love,” he whisper shouts as he brings a finger under your chin to make you look back at him, “I love you so much, darling, please let me show you that I do.” He begs, your eyes looked into his, his eyes sparkling from genuine, both your heads leaning into to touch as you closed your eyes, “okay..” you smile before you both leaned in to each other, kissing slowly but passionately, he leaned into the kiss more desperately, you leaning into him as well, making the kiss deeper.

You moaned in the kiss, the feelings you hid away for your king, blossoming out your chest. You pulled away panting, breathing for air as Lucifer looks at you dazed, you smile before grabbing his collar with both your hands, bringing him down with you onto the bed, locking lips again but more desperately than the last. You trailed your hands to his hair, wrapping one arm around his neck as you intertwined your fingers into his locks, brushing them. You pulled away again, opening your mouth a gap to let Lucifer have a taste of you, he didn’t hesitate as he stuck his tongue into your cavern, exploring all of your mouth as he tasted you, a growl rumbled from his chest as he desperately kissed you roughly.

You moaned through the make out session as you felt his body push down between your legs, your layers of clothes not giving you the friction you desperately wanted, making you buck your hips up to his body as well, “ffuck- don’t do that, love.” he warned, pulling his lips away from yours as he whined desperately, a trail of saliva connecting you both.

You cupped his face as you brought him back to your lips again, tongues colliding and fighting for dominance, he tucked his hand behind your waist, grabbing the ribbon that kept your dress tight, yanking it harshly, making its ties go undone, making you breathe easily. You moaned again as he tasted your flavors, it was always changing for whatever reason, grape.. raspberry.. strawberry.. It was making him wild that you had tasted so divine all this time without his knowing.

He was getting desperate as he began to grind against your clothed core, you whimpered in desperation as you tried to close your legs with him between them. He pulled away from the kiss, licking his lips as he looked down at your submissive state with lust and desire, “You are so beautiful darling.” He says as wipes his chin with his thumb, licking slime off his wrist as he watched your reaction, you blushed as you looked away, embarrassed.

“You’re so divine.~” He says as he lays on top of you, locking your hands with his, pinning you down as his arms were keeping him up as he kissed your lips, your cheek, down to your neck, nibbling slime secretions before licking them up, off your chest, his kisses were making you writhe under him, squirming in desperation. He couldn’t help but laugh lightly before sucking softly on your jelly skin, slurping up your secretions like jelly candy.

His teasing while in your cycle was sending your body haywire, you needed friction and he was refusing to give you any, “please, please, Luci.” You begged, not knowing what you were really begging for, “Please what, darling?” He asks, moving away from your chest and tilting his head like he wasn’t depriving you of what you desperately wanted, “Please, please fuck me or something- I can’t- can’t take this any longer.” You cried as your body shivered from his touch, a finger trailing down from you neck to your chest, Lucifer scooping up a bit of your discharged slime like icing from a cake, licking his finger as you whimpered under him.

“Alright, I’ll give you what you deserve, dove.” He coo’d, kissing the side of your chin, before trailing down off the bed, his tail swaying side to side desperately as he lifted up your dress, you looked away embarrassed as he did, he sat on the floor as be shoved his head desperately between your legs, you yelped in surprise before you realized he pulled away, you look back at him, seeing your white panties torn against his bare teeth, you blushed furiously as you stared at him. He spat away your panties, discarding them to the floor before he leaned in in-between your legs again, clawing your jelly legs as he lifted then up for him to have more access to your core, you lifted your dress up with one hand, wanting to see what he was doing.

He snaked out his long forked tongue, looking at you teasingly before pushing himself into your core, tasting all of you now, you moaned in sudden pleasure, your body exuding more secretions, “ohh starss Lulu..” You moaned out, making him rile more as he stuck his tongue more deeply in you, tasting you more and more, shameless slurping noises coming from him.

You gripped the bed sheets, bucking your hips more desperately, “more, more luci..” you begged, as he shoved his face as deeply as he could but it wasn’t enough for you. You tried to grip his hair, making him more deeply but you were still desperate, you were bucking your hips into his face, practically face fucking him at that point but it wasn’t until you felt yourself nearing your limit, you then noticed his horns, if grabbing his hair wasn’t enough for you, his horns were.

You gripped his horns making him shiver and moan in surprise before you stroked them and used them against him, grinding yourself against his face as he growled from the sudden grip of yours. “Oh fuck, yes, that’s it Luci…” you moaned louder, making his tongue reach the furthest parts of you, thrusting his tongue in and out if you, “oh, fuck master~ just like that.” You teased, feeling yourself come undone, he clawed your legs harder, his sharp nails sinking into your skin, you moaned more as you rode your high on his tongue, making him lick and taste all your juices.

You panted as you kept using his horns to help you fuck yourself onto his face, “more, more Luci, taste me more!~” you begged as he obeyed, closing his eyes as his chest grumbled out a growl, he loved how sweet you were, body and voice. He couldn’t get enough of your flavor as you begged, he was so thankful he didn’t have nose as you rode his face, letting him taste more of you, he was so dazed by your juices, he kept eating you out like it was his last meal.

He removed one of his hands from your squishy thighs, he didn’t know he punctured your jelly skin as you oozed out more juices from where his sharp nails were, his hand then went to claw you inner thigh, pushing your leg up as he tried to get more access of your addicting flavors. “fuckfuck…” you whined, trying to lift your other leg up but it was held down by his strong grip, “Lucifer~ gonna come again~” you whimpered, as he growled, going more rougher with his tongue, making you lean your head back at you bucked your hips again, coming onto his face again, “ohhh~” you moaned as your body shook from the waves of ecstasy.

“Lucifer, Luci, fuck me please, please, need you ‘nside me.” you whimpered desperately, letting go of his horns as he licked up your juices before pulling away, “fuck you taste so amazing, love.” he says as he got up, his tail wagging again. You desperately latch onto him, sloppily trying to unbutton his shirt, “Luci, need you so bad..” you begged as he smirks, pushing you gently to the bed again, “wait honey bun,” He says, kissing your nose, “let me get you undressed first, okay?” he asks, seeming as he had an idea in mind.

He leaned in to kiss you desperately as you unbuttoned his vest, you then felt his hands trail behind your back, his claws sharpening as he pushed you up to lean on his chest, you began to hear tears and ripping, realizing he was removing your maid dress by shredding it apart, he dug his claws into the dress, ripping it opposite directions before you were completely free from it, you shuddered from the cold that suddenly touched your body as you tried to close your legs again, your core desperate to be filled again.

Lucifer laughed lightly before kissing your nose again before looking at your fully nude body, your jelly colors of purple blue and pink, “You’re so cute, ma chèrie.” He says lustfully under his breath, leaning close to your lips, kissing you gently before you cupped his face, kissing him harder and deeply, passionately and desperately. You grind your hips against his groin making him moan through the kiss, “Y/n, Y/n, calm down my dear.” he says, pulling away. “Need. please Luci…” you begged, making him give in, “I just want to know if you’re sure,” he says as he strokes your cheek, “is this your first time?” he asks, wanting to know what pace he should or could start at, “yes..” you admit, knowing all your life, you focused on your family than ever finding love before you died, especially in Hell now.

“If I hurt you or want me to stop, our safe word is ‘apple’, okay?” he smiles caring and lovingly as you look into his mesmerizing eyes, “okay..” you say with a nod, allowing him to continue and undo his trousers, you looked curiously at his as you felt your body secrete more slime, your core also spilling its own hormonal juices when you saw his length, now understanding where all his height went.

His tail wagged again as he gently wrapped his hands around your waist, teasing your clit as he rubbed his member against it, using your secretions as lube, you whimpered again from the stimulation, “please just put it in Luci, please!” you whined loudly, tired of waiting, “sorry, dearest.” he smiles apologetically, angling himself before pushing himself into you slowly, your body felt waves of pleasure, your sensitivity heightening, “faster, faster, fuck me, fuck me master, please.” You begged, calling him by one of his titles, making him thrust harshly into you, your body was so slimy and gooey, you didn’t need any adjustment, you only just felt waves of pleasure, “oh, yes!~” you shouted, mouth a gap.

You immediately bucked your hips, wrapping your arms around his neck as he claws into your waist, making you shiver more, he thrusted harshly into you, in and out as your slimy juices helped his thrusts, you mewled and moaned loudly, gasping as he kept using your waist to bring you back into him after thrusting out, creating a rhythm of pleasure for both side. You were so noisy you tried to use a pillow to hide your moans but he grabbed it and threw it across the room, “moan my name, darling, scream who you belong to.” He orders, thrusting hard than before as you gripped the sheets, shuddering as you felt yourself getting close again, “Oh! Lucifer! I’m so close!” you screamed as you obeyed his orders, he smirked as leaned down to your neck, “that’s it, almost there.” he says as he kissed your neck, biting down into your neck as you buck your hips into him again, coming all over him as he continued to thrust into you, “good girl.” he praised, your eyes rolling back as you felt your release cover his member as he kept pounding into you.

He sucked on your neck, drinking in your juices after piercing your jelly skin with his fangs, licking and kissing caringly. He kissed you passionately again as you gripped his hair harshly, feeling overstimulated but just craving more at the same time, he growled when you tugged his hair, making him pull away, “i’m close, dearest.” he says, making you wrap your legs around him, locking him in, “inside! inside! want all of you in me! mmmph!~” you screamed and moaned, making Lucifer kiss you again before biting to your neck harshly, thrusting his hips one last time into you deeply, your waist forced down to him, his claws baring into your skin.

You felt himself pour deeply into you, ropes of cum filling you whole, your eyes rolled back with your mouth wide open, your body trembling before he thrusted into you quickly again, shoving more of his fluids into you.

He pulled away from your neck, licking and kissing it lovingly, your skin oozing out more slime, “Fuck, I love you so much.” He pants heavily, keeping himself still as he kissed your body lovingly, he looked at your fucked out state, he smiled rather proudly as he continued to kiss your body, slowly pulling out of you.

You came back from your high, tears forming as you whimpered, your body feeling sore but your core still craving more, “Luci~” you say as you turn your body, your ass in the air for him now, his cum was dripping out of you as he watched you wiggle your ass, “fuck, Y/n..” He says as he felt himself get hard again, “you’re gonna be the death of me.” He tells you, pushing you further into the bed, climbing up onto it as well. He scooped up some of his cum that was spilling out before thrusting back into you, thrusting harshly again as you moaned loudly, he pinned your wrists down as he kissed your back, your sensitive body was shaking terribly but it was the most heavenly feeling of your entire existence.

“Yes, breed me Luci,” You begged as tears stained your face, making him thrust down into you, “knock me up… carry your children..~” you slurred, mind fucked from overstimulation and pleasure, you lost count of how many times you came but Lucifer was still going at it, your stomach bulged slightly from each deep thrust he did, you laid there limply as he bottomed out into you for the second time.

He pulled out as he flopped and fell to your side, his hair disheveled and your slime was practically all over the bed, He turned to you, “are you okay, honey bun?” He asks, seeing you still lost in your high, he kissed you softly before getting the pillow from the floor he threw earlier and putting it back on his bed, using it to lay back on, he closed his eyes as he sighed, only to open then widely when you jumped on top of him, “Luci, we aren’t done yet.~” you giggle, completely lost in pleasure, craving more, “Oh? still want more?” He smirked at you, trying to reach for your hips again only for them to be pinned above his head by you, “I get to have you my way now.” you smile darkly and lustfully, rubbing against him before sliding him into you, you leaned forward, your animal instincts of desperation made you hips smash down onto his member at an inhuman speed, “oh- fuck- wait! hah- slow down darling please-“ He begged before you kissed him, ignoring his plea.

He tried to struggle out of your grasp as you thrusted harshly into him, only making you push onto his chest, “this is for all the teasing, Luci, take it like you deserve it.” You glared at him as an order, “Please, you’re going to fast, if you keep this up, i’m gonna go insane.” he warned, you rolled your eyes as you ignored him again, “you can take it, Lulu.” you comfort as you kiss his cheek before kissing him passionately, tasting each other once again.

“mmmhhh, fuck, Y/n..” Lucifer moaned under his breath as you forced yourself onto him, seeming as he hasn’t said the safe word: he was enjoying this. You focused your strength on thrusting yourself into him, feeling him slide into your gooey insides quickly, “Fuck, take it, take all my cum, darling!” he says as he bucks his hips into you once more, deeply as he releases into you once again as you moaned softly, your exhaustion now kicking in.

You laid limp on Lucifer as you wiped your tears from sheer pleasure, tired and satisfied, “I’m sorry, Y/n,” Lucifer says as you felt something wrap around your waist, “just one more, okay, one more please, wanna make sure you’re knocked up, okay baby?” He says as his tail moved you up and down on his still hardened member, you whined in exhaustion but still let him to use your body for his pleasure, how could you say no to a desperate face like that?

He kissed you again, making out with you softly as he used his tail to thrust your tired body against his, pleased by how you whimpered in overstimulation, his cum was leaking out of you like crazy but it was all the more for him to give you last of his load before calling it for the day, his tail was slicked with your slime, sometimes when it picked you up, you’d slip from its grasp and fall straight down into him, making you moan and tremble, he only kept repeating this process, enjoying every whimper he could writhe out of you.

He kissed your tears away as he continued to make you ride him, he smiled at you lovingly as you shivered at every touch, noticing your tummy was slightly round from how much he had filled you, “gonna come again, okay?” He says as she whines, “fffu- ffuhhh..” you tried to speak, blissed out completely. He thrusted harshly a few times before his tail kept you in place, taking in his last load, making you feel tremble in pleasure. He kissed your chest, neck and face lovingly, his tail helping you move off him and next to him on his bed, he took the covers and placed them on you, rubbing your back, softly, watching you drift to sleep, his demon form going away.

He was going to give you all the aftercare you needed when you wake up, for now he wanted you to rest, seeing as that looked more important to you currently.

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Bonus:

“Hey, Y/n, did you know you taste like jolly ranchers?” Lucifer asked.

“I do?” You say, licking your arm for a taste test, “Oh shit, I do.”

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the voices the fucking voices.

#lucifer morningstar #character x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #character x oc #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader smut #lucifer magne #the voices the fucking voices.#character x y/n #character x you #THERES MORE SMUT THAN PLOT HELL-

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0oolookitsme · 7 months

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The Thigh Tattoo

Type - One Shot

Verse - Baker!Harry x Florist!Y/n

Word Count - 2.1k

Warnings - None! It's all smut!

A/N - Not super proud of this one -- probably my least favourite so far. But it's here, and I just hope you guys don't hate it as much as I do hahah <3

Kinks - Thigh Riding, Teasing.

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Y/n loved being a florist, she really did. But, some days were so busy and full of people rushing inside her shop to buy flowers, that it resulted with her standing on her feet for the whole day. It always ended with her feet pink and a bit swollen, causing her to climb up the stairs of her flat hissing and groaning.

And, today was no different. She had texted Harry while unlocking her door, asking if he could come over to which he had replied by asking her to give him 15 minutes to wind up the bakery.

In the meantime, she had turned on the geyser and took out the ingredients it'd take to make pasta. She didn't have it in herself to make an actual dinner, and she hadn't eaten that in a while anyways.

When Harry finally chimed in, she practically glued herself to him, hugging him for longer than normal. She suggested that while the water was heating up, they could make dinner and catch up with each other about their days.

As they chatted, Y/n didn't realize as the time passed them by. It'd often be like that with Harry – she could be doing anything, Harry just needed to start talking and she'd completely lose track of everything. It was like time would stop everytime she looked at him. And this time, it ended with Y/n jerking when she accidentally dropped the pasta too suddenly and the hot water splashed, slightly burning her hand.

It was such a mild burn, that it soothed only a second after and the both of them couldn't help but laugh at her wild reaction.

When she climbed down from the slab, the pain shooted through her feet again. She sent Harry to fill up the bathtub, telling him that she'd be there in a little as she shifted the pasta from the pan into a big bowl, the sputtering soup staining her april. Placing the bowl inside the oven, she cleaned up as fast as she could and ran to the bathroom.

She slipped out of her clothes, and finally into the bathtub, where Harry had already settled himself in with his hair tied up in a man-bun.

Y/n sighed as she dipped her toes in the bathtub, goosebumps rising on her body as the lukewarm water already started working its magic on her muscles.

As she brought her other leg in, Harry spread his arms wide to make sure she didn't slip and hurt herself. He stayed put like that until she lowered and sat between his legs, her back immediately leaning back to rest on his chest.

The bathtub wasn't huge, but they both managed to fit every time.

"This feels so good," she murmured, her eyes closing as she dropped her head back. Only after a deep inhale she looked up at him, her head on his right shoulder, just beside his jawline. She pressed a light kiss to his jaw that had a day-old stubble, "thank you for coming over."

"Of course," Harry smiled, kissing her temple.

Closing her eyes again, she took a big yawn, feeling like she could sleep right there. A grin formed on her mouth when she felt Harry's chest rumble due to laughter behind her.

"You cannot seem to stop yawning today," he chuckled, brushing her hair strands and weaving them somewhere among the rest of her hair that had been twisted into a bun.

Y/n hummed in response. "You smell like you're a baked goodie and now I want one," she laughed, and only squeaked harder when Harry's hand slid on her belly, his fingers tickling the soft skin there. "Har-Harry stop, my hair will get wet!" She yelled on top of her laughter, chest heaving as she rose back up from where she was about to go below water in order to escape his hold.

"I'll bring you some tomorrow," Harry spoke, smiling at her softly from above as spurts of laughter fell from her mouth.

After she'd calmed down, she felt less tired. Yes, she was still going to be out like a light the moment her head would hit the pillow, but now at least her head wasn't going to drop in her plate full of pasta while the snores left her mouth.

Deciding to stay in for a little more, she absentmindedly started tracing the tiger tattoo on Harry's thigh. The tip of her index finger grazed the skin where black ink was imprinted onto his skin forever, following the path it lead.

Once she'd returned from where she had started, she brought her hand back to herself – tuning her head to look at what Harry was doing considering there wasn't any sound in the room.

He was already looking at her, his lips rolled in under his teeth. "Why did you stop?" He asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Y/n only shrugged in response, getting up to rinse off the soap from her body because her stomach was starting to make louder and louder sounds as each minute passed. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of admitting that she was turned on already, so she pretended as if she hadn't caught up with him.

Harry followed her out, his towel wrapped loosely around his hips. She had stopped to do her skincare and tossed the bottle of moisturiser at him. He caught it, and went behind to her to look into the mirror as he rubbed it in his skin.

"I love your whole body," she mumbled, looking up at him while she dropped some serum on her cheeks. "But I think if it came down to favourites, I would choose your legs," she continued.

It was always impossible to guess what she would say next – her mind ran a million miles per minute. And, she was unpredictable even for Harry, who knew her like the back of his hand in only a few months. "Why?" Harry chuckled, eyebrows starting to frown.

"See! Even I don't know!" She exclaimed. "Maybe because they are so… toned? And sweet God, that tiger tattoo? It makes your thighs look mouth-watering," laughing she said, feeling good at the sight of his eyes darkening.

She turned around then, placing her palms on his chest. "It has to be my favourite," she whispered, her hand lowering towards that tattoo. "The one that's here," her hand lingered over the spot.

"Really? Don't think you've ever shown that much interest in it before," Harry feigned being clueless, pushing his thigh towards her core, stopping just before he could brush against her.

Y/n's skin was starting to feel tingly, excitement rushed through her. She could feel her arousal slipping past her vaginal-lips and when Harry didn't push his thigh into her, she felt disappointment sink inside her.

So he wasn't going to be easy.

"Oh yeah? Then let me, right now." She said, searching for some kind of approval in his eyes.

"Let you what?"

She held her forehead for a second, before crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Let me ride that thigh."

"Which one, hm?" Harry asked her, the tone of amusement gone from his voice. He was able to tell that she was getting impatient now, and who was he to delay things further?

"The one with the tiger tattoo, please" she whispered, her eyes set on his lips.

That's all Harry needed to hear before he smashed his lips onto hers. She tasted just like the strawberry lip-balm she had rubbed on her lips minutes prior. Licking her lips, he pushed his tongue through, his nose pushing against the side of her mouth as she pushed towards him.

Her tongue kept licking into his mouth, her teeth grazing his tongue as she kept pressing into him. She had shifted her thigh in a manner that the muscle of his thigh brushed against her crotch everytime they moved.

"Desperate, hm?" Harry heaved, breaking the kiss and teasing her when she reached for his mouth with her eyes closed and opened them when she couldn't find them.

She punched her fist into his chest before pushing his head toward hers with her hand in the back of his neck. A grin played on both of their mouths as Harry pecked her upper lip.

Y/n was the first to push her tongue in his mouth this time, her fingers tangled up in the hair strands as she started pushing him backwards, out of the bathroom. They kept walking until Harry's knees hit the foot of the bed.

His hands slipped from her waist as he fell on the bed. Harry slid up on the bed until his bed rested against the headboard of the bed. Before he could ask her to come, she was already on the bed and moving towards him on her knees, the rest of her body remaining upright to maintain her balance.

Harry removed his towel before she settled herself on his thigh. His cock was hard, but he asked Y/n not to focus on that right now.

He placed his hands on her love handles, drawing her hips in and then sending them back. "Already so wet," Harry groaned as he felt his thigh get slick in just two slides of her pussy over it.

Y/n's head was thrown back as her clit rubbed against the pulsed muscle of his thigh, her tits moving with each sway of her hips. "Oh fuck," she choked out when she felt him push his thigh further up.

She placed her hands on his shoulders as Harry moved one of his own and kneaded her left boob while sucking on the other one. He twisted her hardened nipple with his fingers before flicking it, causing a moan to leave her mouth.

Licking the bud with a flat tongue one last time, he moved to play with the other one. He looked up at her when she undid his bun and clutched his hair in a tight grip. He moaned against her skin, the vibration of it moving along the current in her body.

Sweat started lining her skin as she kept rubbing on him, looking down to make sure she was still over the tiger tattoo. But the sight of the black ink covered in her arousal and the white strings that were still dragging along her pussy sent a different kind of rush through her.

"You like that, don't you? My tattoo and my thigh covered so well in your arousal that it's starting to slip down on the mattress?" Harry asked her with a smirk on his face, the mess on his thigh making him harder.

When her pace started breaking into arrhythmic drags, Harry gripped her hips with a tighter hold and weighed her down on his thigh, tightening his muscle.

He moved her hips in sync and kept on moving his thigh. "Know you're close, c'mon," he mumbled, sitting up right to nip at her collarbone.

The only sounds in the room were of Y/n's moans, Harry kissing her skin and the bed slightly creaking under her movements. The sound of her wet pussy rubbing over its own slick could almost be heard if it weren't for Harry's heavy breathing.

"Fu- fuck, Harry-" Y/n stuttered, rubbing faster and whimpering over the burn of Harry's nip. He licked at it and then shifted his attention on her boobs again.

She was starting to shake and whimper, and as Harry sucked on her breasts, she started to groan his name – her pull on his hair getting harder and harder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck- I'm coming, Harry," she yelled, but not so loud that the people on the streets would be able to tell.

"C'mon, come for me," Harry urged her on, holding her down with one of his hands as he left a mark close to her nipples. "Come all over this tiger tattoo," he told her and her nails dug into his shoulders as she wetness gushed out of her.

She was gripping the hard muscle on his shoulders so hard that she knew that not only her nails were leaving their mark, but her palm was too. "O-Oh, my god- Harry, please-" she begged him as he kept rubbing her against him, running her throught her high.

Slowly and slowly, he decreased the pace until he finally stopped. Y/n was breathing heavily when she finally looked down at his thigh, only to find her arousal shining on the tattoo, and the bedsheet around drenched - whether in sweat or her juices, or perhaps, both.

"God, I don't know if I love the tiger or your thigh more," she heaved, laughing breathily.

Laughing, Harry helped her roll off of him and lay on the bed. "Let's call it the thigh tattoo for you," he said, grinning as he wiped the sweat off of the top of her upper lips.

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seokmthw · 1 year

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playing with zb1's hands

⇢ pairing: zb1 x gender neutral reader

⇢ warnings: fluff

⇢ word count: 1.7k

⇢ notes: i'm honestly not super happy with how a lot of these turned out, but i hope you all enjoy them regardless!

ZHANG HAO

you were leaned up against hao’s chest on your couch, his arms wrapped around you and his eyes trained on the movie you were currently watching since you both decided to spend your day off in the comfort of your own home. you felt warm and content, a soft smile finding its way onto your lips as you relished in the tranquility being with your boyfriend brought you.

absentmindedly, you began to hold onto his fingers, feeling some of the callouses that had developed on them from his many years of playing violin and from numerous days of practicing choreo that involved being on the floor. you traced each and every curve of his knuckles, finally making your way up to the pads of his fingertips, tapping them gently with your own.

you stayed like that for a few moments, absentmindedly making your own beat to some of the background music that played in the movie. finally, hao shifted, making the decision to lace his hand perfectly with yours, a soft smile on his lips, “that tickles, you know.”

“oh, sorry,” you replied, finally looking up at him, only to catch him in the act of his sparkling brown eyes soaking up every single inch of you. you blushed, looking down at the collar of his shirt as a distraction.

“it’s okay, you're cute, so it makes up for it.”

HANBIN

“there you are!” hanbin, your boyfriend, exclaimed, flipping the cover off of your side of the bed to allow you to crawl in next to him, sighing in content the moment you were able to feel his warmth. you melted into his side, resting your free hand on his chest as you relished in the moment of finally being with him after a long, stressful day at work.

“how was your day, love?” he asked softly, pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead. you merely grumbled, barely getting out that you had contemplated quitting at least ten times throughout the day, which earned a chuckle from him.

you nuzzled closer to him, asking, “what did you do today?”

he smiled softly as he recounted his dance practice to you, as well as the lunch he ate and the walk he took along the river as a break. while he spoke, he grabbed onto your hand, lacing and unlacing your fingers together. you couldn’t help but giggle at him as he did so, turning your hands every which way in an attempt to keep his mind occupied while you held quiet conversation with one another.

“what’s so funny?” he asked, peering down at your face through his bangs, playfulness sparking in his eyes.

“nothing, you’re just cute.”

MATTHEW

you walked though the mall with your boyfriend, eyes scanning various stores before you decided on one you both wanted to go into. it was rather crowded, and while you knew matthew wouldn't stray too far from you, it was an instinct to reach forward and link your pinky with his.

you were unable to see the grin that broke out onto his face, but the more you continued to walk around, you tightened your grip, afraid of losing him in the giant crowd of people who were desperate to get their hands on whatever newest releases were out. he squeezed back, reassuring you that he was there, and you weren't going to be separated.

ultimately, you decided to exit the store, coming to the conclusion that it was much too busy for the both of your liking and walked down the main stretch of the mall. you began to pull your pinky away, but he gripped it so hard with his own you were almost afraid it would snap yours in half.

“sorry, love!” he was quick to apologize, but you could only smile at him, “i just like it when you do that, it makes me feel like i’m able to protect you.”

you giggled, slipping your entire hand in his, fingers wiggling to get settled comfortably, “no matter what you do, i’ll always feel safe.”

RICKY

you were sat on a picnic blanket in the park, the sun setting beautifully over the water and the warm air almost lulling you to sleep. your head was rested in ricky’s lap, one of his hands threading through your hair and the other in your own as you closely examined each and every ring adorning his fingers. you spun your favorite one around absentmindedly, stating, “this date has been so lovely, thank you.”

your eyes met with his momentarily, a look of adoration for you evident on his face as he replied, “i couldn't agree more,” lips curling into a gentle smile the moment your attention went back to what you were previously doing.

the silver of the ring flashed beautifully in the evening sun, the diamonds embedded within in it causing you to turn it every which way to see their glimmer in different angles. ricky laughed quietly, voice at a volume only the two of you could hear, “you know, one day i’ll put one of those on your finger.”

you swore you could feel your heart beating out of your chest, your eyes snapping back up to look at him once more, unable to hide your excitement as you said, “i can’t wait.”

GUNWOOK

“i never realized how big your hands actually are,” you said, eyes wide in awe as you held gunwook’s hand up to you own, taking note of how much longer and wider they were than yours. you were lucky for your hands to even be considered half the size of his.

gunwook chuckled at your words, folding the tops of his fingers over yours to show just how much room there was left. you could no longer suppress the grin that had been fighting to tug at the corners of your lips, peering up at him only to be met with his soft gaze. you felt your cheeks begin to heat up, quickly looking away from him out of nervousness.

“you know,” gunwook replied, shifting his hand to the side ever so slightly, “i always thought your hands being so much smaller than mine is endearing.”

he linked your fingers together, catching you slightly off guard as he did so, and he raised them up to be level between you both. he flashed his gummy smile at you, dark irises disappearing into the crescent shape his eyes adorned.

“see? they’re a perfect fit!”

TAERAE

“i don’t understand why i can’t seem to get it” you huffed, your fingers playing a stream of extremely out-of-tune notes on taerae’s guitar. you told him you wanted to learn, but for some reason, your brain wasn’t working properly.

taerae moved in behind you, allowing you to sit on his lap as his arms wrapped around your frame, “here, try this.”

he attempted to align your hands the way they were meant to be, but after a few minutes of you still not grasping it, he placed his hands over top of yours, strumming the melody to the song he had been attempting to teach you for the past hour now. you couldn’t help but feel a little flustered over the way his hands perfect encompassed your own, and you found your brain growing even foggier at his close proximity.

“see, you did it!” taerae happily exclaimed, now shimming his fingers in between yours in order to properly link your hands together. you were thankful he couldn’t see how much you were blushing.

“it’s all thanks to you, love.”

GYUVIN

you always loved lazing around in bed with your boyfriend on days you had no plans. you never felt embarrassed by how clingy you got with him, because you were always reassured he would be ten times worse than you. it was honestly a miracle if he ever let you out of his grasp for more than a few minutes at a time.

you were content like that though, fingers laced together from the play fight you’d just finished having. your phone began to ring beside you, but when you attempted to reach for it, gyuvin refused to let you go. you laughed at him, “can i have my hands back?”

“hm,” he pondered for a moment, squeezing gently as he did so, a grin on his lips, “no, sorry, they’re all mine now. i like the way they feel in mine.”

“gyu~” you whined, “what if it’s a call from work or something?”

he couldn’t hold back the laughter as he playfully replied, “they can wait.”

JIWOONG

a warm breeze moved through the air as you walked through the park with your boyfriend, jiwoong, hands intertwined with one another and a peaceful silence amongst the both of you. jiwoong stole a few glances at you, taking in how pretty you looked and thinking of just how lucky he was to have you in his life.

he lifted your hands up to his mouth, lips brushing against your knuckles softly. you were able to feel him smiling against your skin, and you couldn’t help but look up at him with a questioning look in your eyes, “what was that for?”

“just to show my appreciation to you, is all,” he answered matter-of-factly, his loving smile contagious, “at least in a small way, that is.”

you returned his grin, this time kissing the back of his hand, catching him completely by surprise. you giggled, saying, “gotta return the favor.”

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Maybe, reader is super funny and have a super funny laugh? like, they can laugh from literally everything, and their laughter is like the whistling of a kettle. I hope you understand me

TADC cast x reader w/ a funny laugh!

You guys know how I said that I was gonna go to sleep ab 5 ish hours ago because I had to work on a bunch of stuff the next day

Its uh

Now 4am, could not sleep at all. This always happens when I know I have busy days coming up. I hate it so much, melatonin hasnt worked. Meditating hadnt worked. Everything dodnt work

Blugh

Anyways! New mission is to keep myself awake between working on stuff to try not to get tempted to nap today

So uh... more requests will be answered today

Hope you guys enjoy this !! I was admittedly a little lost on ideas for this request 😭 not sure if it's this specific request or because I've been writing so so much <\3

The writers block be hittin

CAINE:

Honestly caine seems like a comedy sort of guy, you know? He looks like he enjoys telling and hearing a good joke every now and then. So I can easily see you two just rattling off jokes to each other until your digital lungs cant handle the sheer amount you guys are laughing!

I think he would lightly tease you for your laugh, but it's all in good fun!

POMNI:

I think she would be able to find some humor in your jokes, even through her desperation to escape the circus. I think that there would be some occasions where she would tell you to cut it out with the jokes, mostly if shes trying to look around for any clues of an exit

As for the laugh, I think it REALLY catches her off guard, especially in the beginning. Probably just stands there awkwardly

RAGATHA:

Honestly I personally see ragatha not being able to tell good jokes, be it because they dont make sense or because the punchline just isnt that funny.... perhaps both. Point is only the dullest of people will laugh at her attempts. With that being said I think she would love hearing you chatter! Really helps take the stress out of a hard day

I think your laugh would make her laugh harder. Then make you laugh harder, which makes her laugh-

Okay you get the point. It's like a whole loop

JAX:

Now this man can be a real jokester. Sure a lot of his jokes revolve around some level of meanness and teasing, so theres a chance your senses of humor may clash against one another. Afterall, humor that relies on making fun of people isnt for everyone and it can only go so far until it steps into bullying territory. Similar to caine, you two have a "joke off"

I think he would either find your laugh really goofy, or annoying. No in between though it may vary by the day. Probably gives you a nickname based on what your laugh sounds like

KINGER:

He gives dad vibes so by law he has to enjoy dad jokes, that's his humor. Bad cheesy jokes are his go to. I don't think he himself makes many jokes, given his current state,but I think he does appreciate it when you go off and tell him a bunch of jokes

I think if you had a really distinct or intense laugh it would catch him off guard, but ultimately he grows used to it

ZOOBLE:

Doesnt really understand how you can laugh at literally anything. Well, unless its jax getting karma for his antics.. then maybe they would laugh along with you. As funny as they think you are, I dont think they would be able to listen to jokes and funny stories every day for an extended period of time. Zooble had a short social battery imo and they do like their alone time. Nothing against you, this is just how they are!

Very similar to jax in regards to your laugh, just without the nickname portion. I think they would feel just a touch bad if your laugh happens to irritate them, they at least understand you cant really. Change your laugh

GANGLE:

Ohohohoh when she had her comedy mask, you guys are bouncing off one another like in Caines piece! However when her comedy mask is broken and shes shedding tears, your jokes can still make her lighten up just a bit.. so hey at least its helping someone..!

Honestly she kind of finds your laugh endearing. It's just so genuine and open, you dont try to hide your laugh or suppress it or try to change it. I dunno, maybe I'm putting too much thought into gangle having a mask that literally effects her mood and demeanor, but I think she would wish she could be as open as you

.. or maybe she just thinks you're cute

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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sserajeans · 1 year

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not-so-secret santa

hanni pham x fem! reader

synopsis: secret christmas shopping? absolute fail.

others + genre: established rltp, non-idol au, fluffy, flirty-ish reader

notes: kinda late for the christmas season but i hope u guys enjoy nonetheless! THIS IS SUPER SHORT!! just felt like writing smth cute.. NOT PROOFREAD

"oh wow hello there beautiful... do you believe in love at first sight or sh-"

"y/n!" hanni almost immediately smacked your shoulder right after greeting you with a hug. "what are you doing here?"

you were too busy stuffing the rather large and unwrapped gift for your girlfriend down your bag to come up with a convincing lie. that task was hard enough as it was.

"oh! uhm- uh right! i was craving those uh... uhm the uh- those sandwiches! from that.. one place... i'm buying your christmas gift."

hanni giggled at the sight of you struggling to tell a single lie. it had its perks, and it most definitely played in her favor today. "you're adorable."

"i know right."

you pretended not to notice the bags she hid behind her figure but slowly reached to carry one when she was distracted in the middle of laughter. "anyways, since we're already here together..."

hanni calmed down and looked up at you with a look that asked you to continue what you were about to say.

"i was thinking might as well have a mini date? at least we won't have hyein and dani acting like paparazzi."

the warmest and widest grin made its way to hanni's face hearing your brilliant idea. she stood on her tiptoes to peck your cheeks before intertwining your fingers together.

"genius idea! but let's get something to eat i'm starving." you laughed as her mood shifted from happy to grumpy at the mention of hunger.

"as long as you tell me why hyein told me you were at the park!"

"i'm buying their gifts too, silly."

you "ohh"-ed for a solid 5 seconds before she rolled her eyes and adjusted her grip on your hand, ready to drag you straight to her favorite restaurant.

you let her drag you around the whole mall after that, because holy shit you are down so bad. but don't worry, so is she.

----ugly fake divider bc theres a pic limit----

notes: I WARNED U... VERY VERY SHORT... ive just had this idea for a while and i wanted to try out the fake socmed apps i had downloaded.. hehe.. getting ready for the smau.. anw! merry xmas all!!!

#hanni pham x reader #hanni x reader #hanni imagines #hanni pham imagines #newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #girlgroup imagines #christmas special

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meloncholy-words · 10 months

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Oh My God, They Made Him Emo

Miles, Gwen, and Hobie were crashing in Pavitr’s dimension for some simple teen fun. Pavitr leaves them with his girlfriend for only a moment, and they have learned something that he never hoped they would.

A/N: This isn't set at a specific canon time, it just. Happens. Also I wrote this at almost midnight so apologies if its actually a little shitty, I didn't even like reread it lolz. But anyways, enjoy. There's no specific information that I think I could have messed up here, so uhhhh if you notice anything PLEASE point it out, I will love you for it. here's what Emo Pav is based off of, and here's what this specific fic is based off of.

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Warnings: None

Pairing(s): Pavitr/Gayatri

AO3

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The day was slow for Miles. There were no active villains, no school today, and his parents were out on a date. Usually, he would love this. What better way to spend a day than alone and drawing the whole time? But for some reason, today was not an average day. He itched to be with someone else, but there wasn’t really anyone else that he could be with. At least, not in his dimension.

The solution? Bug the Spiders of the other ones, of course.

Gwen wasn’t busy at the moment, having fought a battle earlier on and having no one to occupy her time now. Hobie had just wrapped up something too, so he was currently quite free. Pavitr however, was quite busy with his girlfriend.

The new solution? Bug him .

It was a rather unanimous decision from the other three, and reluctantly Pavitr admitted that Gayatri did not mind their arrival. They were only hanging out, nothing super special, so she was more than welcome to have some of Pavitr’s Spider-Friends over. Though Pav minded a little bit, he knew they likely would come over anyways, so he made the choice to simply give them the go-ahead.

Despite his initial hesitation, the moment he saw the other Spiders, he was immediately ecstatic, welcoming them warmly. Gayatri was right behind him, smiling and welcoming them warmly. The other three lightly teased Pavitr about his girlfriend, and Gayatri half-heartedly defended him; half-heartedly as in joining in the teasing while pretending to defend him.

The group gathered in Pavitr’s home, sitting in a rough circle around his living room. The conversation was mostly Spider-Person talk, conversing lightly about battles and stories and various other responsibilities. Though Gayatri could not quite join in on these bits, she seemed just as engaged in the conversation as everyone else, jumping in when she could about other topics.

“Sometimes people are just so … you know?” Gwen babbled, picking at the pins and patches on Hobie’s vest. “Like, ‘Hello, there’s something going down here, you should move. ’”

“So true,” Miles said. He was draped rather casually across the couch, his legs resting on Hobie and Gwen’s laps, his torso taking up the rest of the space. “Civilians need to just be… better sometimes.”

“It’s not always that easy.” This turned the eyes of the room onto Gayatri, the present civilian. “Maybe you guys should be better, then we could escape easier.”

This caused Pavitr to let out a brisk laugh, pulling her in closer from where they were cuddling on the armchair. “If only it worked like that.”

The conversation carried on, everyone poking some fun at each other however they could. The air was full of a sort of childish fun, something relaxing to all the Spider-People who were usually so tense and on guard. And somehow, Miles had ended up on the floor. Hobie took up his previous space on the couch, and Miles simply accepted his fate on the floor.

“Hey, I’m going to go get something to drink, I’ll be right back,” Pavitr quickly cut in, patting Gayatri’s shoulder softly as he removed himself from the room. There was a soft murmur of acknowledgments, eyes briefly glancing towards the Indian boy as he disappeared into the hall.

A few moments after he was out of sight, Gayatri pulled out her phone, opening it and scrolling through something before leaning into the circle. There was a cheeky smile on her face, and she held the phone as though she was about to show them something so incredibly important.

“Do you guys want to see Pavi’s emo phase?”

This caught everyone's attention instantly, and they all sat up. Amongst the verbal agreements and nods, down the hall could be heard a very loud, “ WHAT?!” . That was then followed by a frantic, “ Nonononono- ”, accompanied with quick, heavy footsteps coming back down the hall

Before Pavitr could pop back into the room, Gayatri revealed the images on her phone to the group. The date on the photos showed them to be a few years old, when Pavitr would have been in middle school. And it was certainly a sight, with the Pavitr of today nowhere to be seen.

Instead of wearing bright and pale colors like he usually would, he was instead wearing dark jeans and a black tee-shirt. In most images, he was wearing some earbuds and looking blankly into space. His beautiful, perfect hair was still long, beautiful, and perfect, though it was now styled to hide half of his face. The only pictures that he seemed to show any emotion in were the ones that included Gayatri. In those, he would look at her with nervous eyes and a light blush across his face. How adorable.

Behind Gayatri, Pavitr slid across the floor and back into the room, almost knocking into the wall in his urgentness. Equally as urgent, he almost threw himself over the back of the chair to try to snatch the phone away before any more damage could be done. Hobie was able to grab it first, continuing to look through all of the Emo Pav photos. Pavitr slumped down over his girlfriend’s shoulder in defeat, burying his face into her neck.

“ Augh , whyyyy,” he whined, wrapping his arms around her softly.

“Aw, come on, it’s not that bad,” she said softly, a giggle in her voice as she kissed his cheek gently. “I think it’s cute.”

There were some light snickers, as well as some aw’s from the trio around the floor, and Pavitr groaned again. He wasn’t mad, only mildly embarrassed.

“Now this ,” Hobie chimed, “is some good information to have.”

Pavitr threw himself over the back of the chair, landing into Gayatri’s lap and curling up close to her. “I’m ruined,” he said, throwing his hand over his forehead dramatically, “this is the ultimate betrayal.”

Gayatri smiled softly, holding him close. The others continued to scroll through the old images, chuckling and lightly teasing Pavitr for that phase in his lifetime, but he didn’t really care.

Pavitr never got his drink, but that was quite forgotten at this point. This new information was quite important, and who needed a drink anyways?

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #gayatri singh #emo pavitr prabhakar

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OK, Day 2 of Moonrise Tower Adventures.

Yesterday's explorations mostly consisted of Hector almost getting absorbed by a tentacle hivemind, Astarion getting creeped on by a drow monsterfucker, and then us all watching Ketheric Thorm do his party tricks called Be Voiced By JK Simmons and Take An Axe In The Neck. Let's see what trouble we can get into today.

Everyone around keeps kowtowing and bowing to Hector because they think he's a True Soul, which is making him tremendously uncomfortable.

Interestingly, though, that bugbear back in the entrance hall seems to know Karlach!

"Well, Flo didn't tell a lie! She said you'd find me, and here you are. Karlach, isn't it?"

"Now there's a name I'd hoped never to hear again. What was Flo doing here?"

"Didn't think to quiz her about her business," the bugbear grunts casually.

"Karlach, who's Flo?" Hector asks, keeping his tone deliberately just as casual.

"Florenta the Garrotter. A cambion I knew back in Avernus," Karlach answers, sounding more than a little tired. Some complicated expression works its way around her eyes. "She was the closest thing I had to a friend. That said, she would've choked the life out of me if I ever turned my back on her. The fact that she knows where I am - where I might be going - doesn't exactly delight me."

Hector frowns worriedly. Karlach has a way of casually dropping these comments about her time in Avernus that makes him want to put everything else aside and just hold her and protect her for roughly a year. She was so alone - and her closest friend would have killed her given a chance. Better to have no friends at all than that, in his opinion. And even better that she has him now, and the others of their little band - people she can rely on.

(He doesn't think about it at this exact moment, but it is a sign of how he's grown. In the early days after the nautiloid crash, he thought it impossible that he would be able to rely on and trust such violent, secretive, difficult people - but he would trust them with his life now, and the life of the woman he loves. Many things have changed...)

"What does she want with you?" he asks.

Karlach shrugs. "Nothing would surprise me. Maybe she wants to live up to her name and wrap a cord around my neck. Or maybe she just wants to say hello."

Something of Hector's disdain for the cold cruelty she describes must show on his face, because she frowns almost apologetically. "I wouldn't have given her the time of day, but even I needed a laugh once in a while. And what can I say? The bitch had good jokes."

"Enough chatter," the bugbear puts in irritably. "Your friend gave me three soul coins. Said I could sell 'em if I wanted, but if I kept 'em for you, she'd consider it a favor owed."

Karlach blinks, perking up slightly. "Soul coins, huh? Those could come in handy."

Hector considers this for a moment in silence. They've found a few of these Soul Coins already; Karlach described them as, more or less, fuel for the infernal engine - inserting them during a fight will give her extra power. They're also receptacles for actual living souls; between that and the fact that her engine doesn't need any help being overpowered, the whole thing makes Hector distinctly uncomfortable, and he hasn't actually brought them up during a fight, although he knows Karlach wants him to. She likes the feeling of energy they give her - but she hasn't forced the issue, at least not yet.

He can see, too, that she wants to accept this addition to their stock of them - which also doesn't make him super comfortable. "We shouldn't take anything offered by a devil," he points out. "Too risky."

"Cambion," she corrects absently. "But you're right." A pause. She fidgets her weight back and forth from one foot to the other and looks at him sideways. "Then again...they could *really* come in handy."

He can't help a slight smile. It is, perhaps, a good thing that Karlach is on their side and a fundamentally very good person, because she could convince him to do anything with just a glance like that. Besides, she's still letting him decide when to use them; perhaps he owes it to her to at least let her accept the gift.

"Let's have the soul coins, then," he says ruefully, sticking a hand out.

"Sure." The bugbear sneers unpleasantly. "But she did have a condition."

Of course she did, Hector thinks with an inward sigh.

"For every coin you take, you've got to hear the story of the soul trapped inside."

Karlach goes very still. Her eyes flash and her mouth sets into a tight line; it's supposed to be a sardonic grin but doesn't quite manage it. "There you have it," she mutters. "Flo came all this way just to try to make me feel like shit. Clever use of her time. Memorized a bunch of sad stories on her behalf, did you?"

"Didn't need to," the bugbear says coolly. "Your Flo did some devil woo-woo and stuck 'em in my head. Couldn't forget now if I wanted to." He reaches into his pocket, pulls out one of the charred black disks, and spins it in his fingers. "D'you want the coins or not?"

Hector shifts uncomfortably. He likes the idea of this gift even less now - and this 'Flo' is now firmly on the list of people he will happily put a fist through, given the chance. Were it only his decision, he'd walk away right now. But he can see Karlach's expression and knows she would see that as capitulation to the cruelty being thrown at her, and she wouldn't appreciate it.

So he closes his eyes, squares his shoulders, and prepares to ride out this storm with her. "Fine. Get on with it, then."

The bugbear's smile tightens maliciously. "First coin's got the soul of a woman named Mavery. She was born to a cruel mother and a violent father and three evil brothers, all named Baldur. She never knew a day of love in all her life. When she was a girl of fifteen, she sold her soul to Tiamat in exchange for someone who would love her unconditionally. She got what she asked for - a fellow named Clint, destined to be her soul mate. Struck by a cart and died a few moments after clapping eyes on our Mavery. Poor guy. The scud of her soul is yours now."

Karlach's expression is unreadable as she takes the coin. "Thanks, I guess."

"We'll put that coin to better use than Tiamat would've," Hector says firmly.

The bugbear laughs. "Sure you will." He pulls out another disc, flat in the palm of his hand. "This'n has got the soul of a man named Frakes. Lived in a village near Neverwinter, hit hard by the worst hunger in a thousand years. Frakes called out for help - prayed for his children to have meat to eat. Zariel answered. Made old Frakes grow flesh upon flesh after flesh. His wee ones had all the meat they could stomach."

Karlach looks slightly ill. "He shouldn've known," she mutters. "Better to die a thousand deaths than let Zariel into your life."

"That's absolutely vile," Hector says, his skin prickling uncomfortably. "Unsurprising of Zariel, but vile all the same."

The bugbear looks at him pointedly and shrugs. "*Karlach's* the one set to consume his soul, I hear." He pulls the last coin from his pocket, tosses it on the floor at Karlach's feet. "Last one's got the soul of a little boy named Ongir. Eight years old. He liked playing in the sun with his friends. That's all I know."

Karlach, retrieving the coin, squints at him warily. "That's all?"

The bugbear smirks. "That's all - oh, and this slip of scratch." He thrusts a folded paper at her, which she takes without looking at it.

"Well, thanks, Flo," she says bitterly. "Hearing a bunch of desperate horror has ruined my day, which I suppose was the point."

The bugbear smirks. "You got three soul coins out of the bargain, didn't you? I'd quit whinging, if I were you. I did my part - that means our business is done, unless you've got actual gold to hand."

He waits hopefully, then turns and stalks away when he receives no response.

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"All right, Karlach?" Hector asks her gently when they are (more or less) alone again.

She shrugs, handing the last coin over to him. "Been better, Soldier. I won't lie to you."

He takes the coin, then catches her hand before she can pull it away. "You didn't deserve that."

"I bloody well know I didn't," she snaps. "Just another bit of bullshit for them to torment me with." A pause. "Sorry, I just..." She trails off. "They're a tool. And we need all the tools we can get. We didn't put them in the damn things."

"You're right," he says softly. "And if you want me to, I'll keep them."

"I don't know what I want." She frowns and looks away; for a moment it's clear she wants to yank her hand out of his grip, but then she hesitates, and gives his fingers a slight, desperate squeeze.

"What did the note say?" Shadowheart asks, leaning against a nearby pillar.

Karlach glances at the folded up piece of paper in her other hand, then shoves it at the cleric. Shadowheart, raising an eyebrow, takes it, unfolds it, and reads it aloud.

"To whom it may concern. Fruug got his head stuck in a butter barrel and when his little imp thing tried to help him, they both fell off a ledge into a volcano. I laughed so hard Zariel sent me out of the room. Other than that, you haven't missed much, though I've sure as hell missed you. XO, Flo."

There's a long silence. The temperature around them has climbed several degrees and Hector can see the light of Karlach's engine stuttering with agitation.

"Well," Gale says cautiously. "Allow me to be the first, Karlach, to commend you on the absolutely astonishing improvement you have made to your social circle by leaving all that behind."

The comment startles a soft laugh out of Karlach, and the surge of heat eases a little. "I do seem to be doing better with you lot, don't I?" she says. "Gods...Hec, let's just...keep moving. Sooner we're through here the better."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #bjk writes her own party banter #longer kickoff post than i expected XD

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maes-flowers · 2 years

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For them, for us [Prologue] Obi-wan Kenobi x reader)

Authors note: Hi everyone! i'm starting a new series based off the new Obi-wan Kenobi show but I knew I wanted to give a sneak peek into what happened during the events of ROTS. Im super excited to write this story as its my first Star Wars fic and also my second work im posting here on tumblr. if you enjoy this chapter and want to see what happens next for these two comment down below to be added onto the taglist!

Next part!!

Warnings: angst, signs of Ptsd (survivors guilt), violence, sad reunions, and fluff

Word count: 7,405

Also I wrote this with I know the end by Phoebe Bridgers blasting in the background. 2:35 until the end inspired most of this fic and its devastating

You can't breathe, the air growing thick and catching in your lungs as you watch the complete massacre surround you. Padawans, younglings, masters and knights dead on the ground of the temple as clones, people you considered friends and family kill off any jedi in sight.

How did this happen? Things were okay, you were close to ending the war and moving on from the nightmare that has been the last three years.

So close to rest, only for it to slip away from your fear stricken hands as you fought off clones.

The few padawans you had saved were hidden away in a supply closet far away from the main grounds as you did a final sweep for survivors. The image of you, the only standing Jedi in a room with your brethren dead at your feet, had made you numb. The smell of seared flesh and balster residue made you nauseous as you covered your nose and mouth with your cloak.

You were supposed to be with Obi-wan Kenobi, a close companion on Utapau to help him fight General Grievous but was asked to stay back and look after the younglings as the rest of the council was busy dealing with chancellor Palpatine.

You weren't sure if the clone attack was planet wide, you hoped not for Obi-wan's sake, you knew Anakin was somewhere here, sensing his force signare only hours ago.

Your heart grieved for Obi-wan and Anakin, the two being the closest thing you had to family during the Clone wars. You had known Anakin since Obi-wan brought him to the temple after Qui-Gon Jinn died, leaving Obi-wan, a padawan at the time to train Anakin. The boy rumored to be the chosen one and to bring balance to the force. But you had known Obi-wan for longer than that, both of you becoming padawans at the same time as each other and growing close as the year went on and becoming a confidant for him as you adjusted to the new pressures and grief in his life.

But you couldn't think about them right now, you had to protect yourself as you gripped the hilt of your lightsaber. The indigo hue humming in your hand as you deflect blaster shots coming at you, the bright light going back to the clone and going through his head. You sprinted away from the mass crowd of clones making their way to you, avoiding corpses of people you once knew as you made your way back to the supply closest.

The adrenaline poured from every crevice of your body as you used the force to remove the statue blocking the door as you entered. The younglings looked at you in horror before they realized who you were, their small faces covered in scratches and bruises as you covered the door again. You slid down against the way and covered your mouth, holding back the stress and fear crashing over you as you held the small children.

“Rest small ones, I promise all will be over soon.” you whispered.

At least you hoped it would be.

It must've been hours before you felt safe enough to have your force signature out as you sensed the area around you. The force rippled around you and the safety you once felt within it was strained as if the loss from today managed to break its once strong walls of security. It was quiet now, the sounds of blasters and screams gone as you stood up, the younglings woke up as you looked around the area, clearing the area before you rushed the children out of the small room.You knew you had to get the younglings safe and out of here before you went off to look more into what happend. You guided the children around the temple until you ran into Cere Junda and her padawan Trilla.

You sighed in relief at the familiar friend, grasping her hand tightly when you grew closer.

“I'm so glad to see you safe Cere,” you said, your voice raw with emotion. “You as well Trilla,” you said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Glad to see you survive this nightmare as well.” Cere said.

You looked at her with desperation, your hands reaching behind you and guiding the three younglings in front of you.

“I need you to watch over these three, I need to go back to the main corridor and find more survivors and look at the security holocron footage.” you begged, almost collapsing in relief when Cere nodded.

“Of course, have you heard from General Kenobi?” she asked, her voice soft. The teasing she would make you endure about your relationship with him seemed like a distant memory now. You shook your head, your eyes prickling with emotion.

“No, not as of yet.” you said, ignoring the growing pit of pure fear at the thought of him being dead. You sighed and cleared your throat as you kneeled down in front of the younglings, their scared faces would haunt you for years.

“Listen,” you said sternly, “You listen to Master Cere okay?”

The small nods of obedience relaxed you a bit.

“Remember, when all seems to be lost trust only in the force.” you said, with that you stood up and began to walk away from the small group.

As you made your way back to the main hall, the number of bodys crowded at your feet made you shudder. You almost expected them to be gone for some reason, but seeing them right where they were before, unloved and pale as you avoided the haunted look at blank open eyes.

Hypervigilance pricked at your bones, you kept your body stiff as you listened for any sound or movement around you and although threat seemed to be gone, you would've done anything to have your armor you wore during battle in the war zone on you instead of the cloak and tunic you currently supported. The walk of avoiding bodys and making sure no one would come at you had made you slowly make your way into the main hall.

You could feel two life forces through the force, holding your breath as you crept forward, hand gripping your lightsaber tightly as you ducked behind a pillar. You paused for a moment and took a deep breath before you looked from your cover.

You went numb as you saw Obi-wan and Yoda a few feet away from you, this time you didn't hold back a shuddering breath as you clipped your saber onto your belt and stepped out, you walked as fast as you could.

“Obi-wan!” you shouted, the man's head snapped at his name and once he saw it was you, you could see relief overcome him.

“Y/n?”

You jogged as fast as you could while being respectful to the dead around you, Obi-wan met you halfway, the weight of his body collided with yours as you both clenched to each other, hands gripping to whatever they could grab. You never, ever would've done this in a place so open like the temple. Hugs like this were reserved for late night room visits in private, away from judging eyes.

One out of your two men were safe and alive, and that thought alone gave you hope that Anakin was okay.

“Thank the gods you're okay,” you cried, no longer caring about the code anymore. You didn't care about Master Yoda seeing the blatant show of compassion, of attachment and for once it seemed Obi-wan didn't care either.

You had a feeling, the council wasn't here to judge you anymore anyways.

“Are you okay?” he asked, you nodded into his shoulder and pulled away from him. His hand, calloused and rough rested on your face, making you look at him.

“I'm okay.” you whispered.

You held his gaze for a moment before you remembered Master Yoda, you pulled away from the grip Obi-wan held on you and kneeled

“Master Yoda, I'm so glad you made it out safely as well.” you said sincerely, putting a hand on top of his head.

“Glad to see you safe Master y/n, I am.”

You stood back up and looked at Obi-wan.

“There's a signal telling Jedi to come to the temple, we're going to the security station to ward off anyone else from showing up.” Obi-wan said.

You nodded and followed Yoda to the security room, you took the time to press your force signature into Obi-wan's, the familiar presence overcame you. The feeling of warmth and tenderness along with swirls of worry and pain grounded the fact that he was here and alive next to you.

You reached your hand out and grazed his, the small movement making him grasp yours.

“Anakin,” you said hesitantly. “Have you heard from him?” you whispered, Obi-wan shook his head and you felt a wave of fear roll over your from Obi-wan.

“He'll be okay, he's a strong kid.” you said softly. Obi-wan only nodded in response and stayed silent until you reached the security room.

It was odd seeing the room that usually had guards around be empty, and you hated the way you walked in with such ease as Obi-wan headed straight to the code receiver.

You watched as Obi-wan changed the code alerting all survivors to stay away, the blue light eliminating his face as he closed the signal box. A simple action that took a minute at most saving hundreds of lives.

“It will take a long time for the clones to notice the signal change.” you said quietly. Yoda nodded in agreement as Obi-wan emerged from the small doorway. Yoda began to leave the room, but you and Obi-wan stayed still eyeing the security device. After a moment you walked over to the security recording device, and turned it on, you felt Obi-wan come up behind you. His hand grasping your shoulder tightly.

“If you go into the security recordings you go, only pain will you find.” Yoda warned.

“I must know the truth master,” Obi-wan said as you reached forward and began to rewind the recording.

You stopped at the sight of Anakin, his saber drawn as he killed younglings in cold blood, you covered your mouth in horror at the sight.

“No.” you whispered in disbelief. “No it can't be true.” you said, your voice muffled from your hand. Your body unconsciously stepped back from the image as if it had burned you.

“It can't be, It can't be.” Obi-wan said in disbelief as the recording switched to Anakin kneeling in front of chancellor Palpatine, but from the sight he was in you realized quickly this was the sith lord Obi-wan had feared.

You watched as Anakin accepted his new title as Lord Vader before Obi-wan stopped the recording. You shook your head in disbelief, how did this happen?

“I can't watch anymore.” Obi-wan said, his voice shook slightly.

“Destroy the sith we must.” Yoda said gravely. Obi-wan released his grip on your shoulder as he stepped in front of you to talk to Yoda. you looked over in shock at Yoda's words, no shock or hesitation in voice.

“Send me to kill the emperor, I will not kill Anakin.” Obi-wan said sternly.

“To fight this lord Sidious strong enough you are not.”

“He is like my brother. I cannot do it.” Obi-wan pleaded, you watched silently, unsure on what to do.

“Twisted by the dark side young Skywalker has become.” Yoda sighed.” The boy you trained, gone he is.”

“I don't know why the emperor has sent him. I don't know where to look.” Obi-wan exclaimed.

Yoda walked away before he turned to look at him.

“Use your feelings Obi-wan and find him you will.” Yoda simply said before he left the room.

You looked over at Obi-wan, his face showed nothing but confusion and pain. You were sure your face showed the same feelings as you ignored the sick feeling in your gut as you came to a harsh realization.

“I was there,” you breathed out disgust with yourself, Obi-wan turned to you. “I was with the younglings when it all went down and I felt his presence in the temple hours before.” you looked at Obi-wan in distress grasping the tunic that laid across your chest, your voice breaking at the thought. “That means he was right next to me when he killed those..” you couldn't even finish the sentence. How did you not feel him so near?

“I could've done something, I could have stopped him from killing those childe-” you hitch a breath. “I should've read more into the force, not shut it away.” you scolded yourself, your hands finding your hair as you gripped the roots.

“Y/n,” Obi-wan said sadly, stepping forward and pulling your hands away from the death grip on the strands of hair. You looked up at Obi-wan as you as your face crumpled from grief. Grief from losing friends, fellow jedi, losing the younglings, and losing Anakin.

From failing from your duty.

“I failed them.” you gasped out as you were pulled into Obi-wan's embrace. You were being selfish and you knew it, but you needed one moment. Just one of pure sorrow and hopelessness, you couldn't hold onto these feelings or else you'd drown in them.

“You protected yourself, and I know you saved as many people as you could. You were outmatched, we all were.” Obi-wan comforted. “You did your best and that's all that you can do.”

Your arms were under his, your hand curling and gripping Obi-wan's back and taking a deep breath. Your thoughts slowed to a more productive mindset as you nodded against him, you pulled away, wiping away your tears.

“We need to go see Padme,” you said, in determination.

Obi-wan Nodded.

“I agree.”

~~~~~~~

Anakin never said anything explicit about his and Padme's relationship, but you as well as Obi-wan had your suspicions about the two over the last few years. The closest you could get to a confession was making fun of him seeing her and he would grow red in his face which would result in a halfhearted insult about you and Obi-wan or when you joined Padme to Senate meetings and would integrate her, watching any reaction she made.

She never let anything show, beside a light smile.

You paused your movement in the hallway leading up to Padme's corridors, a thought coming into your head as Obi-wan turned to you.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Do we tell her about what he did?” you asked, you didn't want to hurt her that was never your goal but if anyone knew where Anakin would be, it would be her.

Obi-wan stroked his beard before he nodded.

“If the need shows, but I suspect she will find out either way.” he said in thought.

You nodded in agreement before you continued on walking.

Padme's room was far more beautiful than your tiny room in the temple. Compliments of tan, white, red, and gold decorated the room. The large balcony allowed a soft breeze in, the weather was far too beautiful for this situation.

“When was the last time you saw him?” you asked, walking aside Padme. Her face was scrunched in worry but her eyes fluttered around nervously. She knew where he was, you just know it.

“Yesterday.” she said.

“And do you know where he is now?” Obi-wan pressed.

She paused for a moment, the walking stopping in the small circle in the center of her couches.

“No,” she sighed.

“We need your help.” Obi-wan confessed, his voice bordering on begging.

“Padme,” you said, touching her arm. “He is in grave danger.”

Padme spun around, her face pale.

“From the sith?!” she gasped, you and Obi-wan shook your heads.

“From himself,” you said softly, “Anakin has turned to the darkside.”

Padme scoffed in disbelief as she looked at you in shock.

“You're wrong, How could you even say that?”

You and Obi-wan looked at each other, the pain of even saying what Anakin has done hurt too much.

“We have seen a-a security hologram…” Obi-wan started. “Of him killing younglings.” he finished, his face taut with an emotion You couldn't quite place.

“Not Anakin,” Padme denied. “He couldn't.”

You looked at her sadly.

“He was deceived by a lie. We all were.” you crossed your arms. “It appears that the chancellor is behind everything, including the war. Palpatine is the sith lord we've been looking for.” you explained, your heart hurt more and more as you watched Padme’s face fall.

“Anakin became his apprentice after Count Dooku died.” Obi-wan added

Padme stumbled backward until she was sitting on the couch, her face calm but also in shock as she started ahead.

“I don't believe you,” she said. “I cant.” she whispered.

You and Obi-wan moved to sit on either side of her, you gripped her hand tight as you looked at her.

“Padme, we must find him.” Obi-wan said. She looked between the both of you, her brows furrowed as she leaned back.

“You're going to kill him, aren't you?”

You looked down at your lap, ignoring her gaze.

“He's become a great threat.” Obi-wan warned, you kept your eyes down.

“I cant.”

You watched her grip her stomach, swollen and large. You Had only recently become aware of her pregnancy, your reaction was nothing but joy when she told you but seeing her in denial and shock as she cradled her bump made something click in your mind at her reaction. You watched Obi-wan sigh and stand up, but you sat still as you stared at her. Eyes solemn but knowing as you leaned back.

“Anakin is the father, isn't he?” you asked, Padme looked at you for a moment before she looked away, you could see tears building in her eyes. You close your eyes at the confirmation, standing up and kissing her head, you're watching two people you viewed as family lives become destroyed in a matter of a few hours.

“I'm so sorry.” you whispered, voice broken as you walked away, following Obi-wan to the ship. He climbed into the passenger before he held a hand out to you, helping you into the passenger.

You watched as the top came down over your head as Obi-wan flew away, you stared at the window watching other ships and speeders fly around you.

“That poor baby,” you sighed, rubbing at your eyes for a moment. “Padme is going to go after him, you know that right?” you said looking at Obi-wan. He kept his gaze on the traffic as he took a sharp turn.

“I know, that's why we're going with her,” he said.

~~~~

When he said you would be going with her you went expecting having to crouch behind a supply crate and wait until Padme went into the ship, and the flight crew left the landing strip. You followed after Obi-wan, pulling your hood over your head as you snuck onto the ship. It was a large ship, but open enough if both the droids were not up front with Padme, they would see us and alert her of our presence.

Obi-wan opened the door to a closet and you both climbed in, the room was small but if you slid yourself between Obi-wan and leaned against his chest you guys were able to sit on the floor.

He sighed, and you knew his exhaustion came from the overwhelming emotions, the fight he had with Grievous and the crushing fear of what he had to do next.

You grabbed his hands and wrapped him around your middle, he sighed at the comfort and rested his head against your shoulder. You gripped his hand tightly, to make sure he wouldn't disappear.

“I'm sorry,” you whispered.

“For what?” he asked, confused.

“You don't deserve this, Obi-wan,” you said. “It's not fair.”

Obi-wan stayed silent for a moment.

“I don't know if I can do this,” he admitted. “He's my brother, Y/n”

“Let me help you, us two going against Anakin would be better than just you. It's better than going in there alone.” you proposed.

“No,” he said immediately, his hand reaching up and cupping your jaw to lean back so you look him in the eyes. “I've lost enough today, I can't lose you too.” he said, you could feel his breath on your face.

“I can't lose you either.” you said, with the same amount of seriousness. “Let me help,” you begged.

“I have to do this on my own,” Obi-wan said. You went to argue but he shook his head.

“Stay on the ship, stay with Padme if anything goes wrong.”

You opened your mouth to argue but a small flash of light illuminated Obi-wan's face and you could see the pure desperation on his features.

“Okay,” you gave in. “Just come home, you have to promise me to come home.” you said.

Obi-wan looked at you, his face soft as he agreed, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on your lips for a few moments before pulling away.

You smiled, a bittersweet feeling swirling in you happily, after years of soft touches and hugs and knowing the feeling was there but never acting on it in fear of the council you got to kiss him, but in pain as this could very well be the first and last time you get to do it.

You and Obi-wan sat together in silence for the rest of the trip, you wanted to tell him everything you've been holding back for the last 12 years but you couldn't find the words so you relied on using the force and pushing your force signature on him. Using silent communication to express the admiration you had.

Obi-wan gripped you tightly as he embraced the feelings from you, his voice shuddering a breath deep from his chest.

“Me too love, me too.” he said quietly, as soon as the words spilled from his lips you felt the ship hit solid land. You squeezed your eyes shut as you raised Obi-wan's hand to your mouth, pressing a long kiss to it. Your fears and doubts bubbling over as you and Obi-wan crawled out of the closet, and kept close to the wall. Staying out of Padme's sight until you heard the hatch of the ship go down and saw her leave.

You and obi-wan moved closer so you can see them outside. The heat of this planet was unbearable already. The heat makes you sweat under your tunic as you watch the couple reunite.

You listened to Padme beg Anakin to leave, to go raise their child. but Anakin refused, saying his powers were the only way he could save Padme and together they could kill the chancellor and rule the galaxy together.

God, the sight made you uncomfortable as you watched Anakin Skywalker fade away in front of your eyes as he shed the skin of his former self revealing a power hungry psychopath.

You watched Padme back away in fear and you stepped forward, moving onto the ramp leading outside. You could hear Obi-wan curse before he followed you, but it didn't take long for Anakin to spot the two of you.

“I love you!” Padme begged, but Anakin's face contorted with rage.

“Liar!” he screamed, Padme gasped and looked behind her to see the two of you.

“No!” Padme shouted.

You and Obi-wan began to walk down the ramp, going slowly to try not to provoke Anakin anymore.

“You're with them!” Anakin shouted. “You brought them here to kill me.” he accused, raising his hand in front of him. You watched with shock as he began to force choke her, her feet lifting off the ground.

“Let her go, Anakin.” Obi-wan demanded, quickly descending down the stairs. You followed quickly behind him.

“Let her go!” you shouted. Anakin looked at you for a moment before releasing his grip on her, you shot forward and used the force to lay her on the ground so the baby wouldn't get harmed from the fall. You dropped to your knees and dragged her head into your lap, your hands fumbling for a pulse.

You sighed in relaise under the fluttering pulse under your fingertips.

“You turned her against me!” Anakin blamed, but obi-wan stood still and was calm. His anger wasn't like Anakins, his was a controlled storm, while the man across from him swirled like it destroyed everything in his path.

“You have done that yourself.” Obi-wan said, watching as Anakin shed away his cloak as he paced around. The only way you can describe Anakin's body language was feral and dangerous.

“You will not take her from me!”

“Your anger and lust for power have already done that.” Obi-wan shrugged off his cloak and began to walk around Anakin. You slowly reached for the lightsaber in your hand and unclipped it from your belt in case Anakin or Obi-wan got to close with their quickly approaching battle.

“You have allowed this dark lord to twist your mind, until now you have become the very thing you swore to destroy.

“Don't lecture me Obi-wan.” Anakin warned. “I see through the lies of the Jedi, I do not fear the darkside as you do.” Anakin turned as he spoke and Obi-wan kneeled down and touched Padme's face. He looked at you, and you nodded back a silent gesture of saying the two of you were okay.

“I have brought peace, freedom, justice and security to my new empire!” Anakin announced as Obi-wan stood up. The two of you looked at him in shock at his words.

“You're a new empire?” Obi-wan asked in disbelief.

“Don't make me kill you.” Anakin warned.

“Anakin, our allegiance is to the republic, to democracy!” Obi-wan shouted.

“Anakin, we're not trying to be against you! But you're being irrational right now! We just want you safe! Padme wants you safe!” you explained. “Going down this path will do more harm than good, I know deep down you see that!” you begged, watching Anakin turn back to the two of you. “Look at what you're doing! Look at what you're doing to your wife and child, what you're doing to Obi-wan, to me. If We will not stand by your side and watch you destroy everything you cared about!” you spat, anger heavy on your tongue,

“If you're not with me, then you're my enemy.” he said, raising his hand again. You felt a tight pressure around your neck as you gasped, you glared at him as you quickly put up the mental barrier from Anakin. He dropped you after a moment, your hand coming up to your neck as you felt the blood rush under and feeling a bruise begin to form.

“Only a Sith deals in absolutes.” Obi-wan said, dread and anger lacing in his voice. “I will do as I must.”

The sound of lightsabers activating made you scoot yourself and Padme to a safer distance. Obi-wan stood tall with his saber at his side. The blue hue makes a stark contrast compared to the red and orange surroundings.

“You will try.” Anakin said, turning on his lightsaber.

The fight started before you could even blink, the two blue sabers clash against each other as they slowly backed away from you, moving into the building.

You took the chance to quickly pick up Padme and run her back into the ship, you quickly place Padme in the medbay before you run out to the head of the ship.

“C-3PO, please go watch over Padme.” you asked, as you quickly grabbed the coms and input the code to a former senator you once guarded and a friend of Padme and the Jedi as a whole.

“Senator Organa?” you called out, as you searched for a pair of Macrobinalurs. “Bail? This is Master y/n please make contact.” you said, as you pulled open a hatch and found a pair of macrobinoculars. You hovered it over your eyes and you could see a huge explosion of lava and part of the metal rig melt off into the river of lava you zoomed in closer as you saw flicks of blue. You swallowed back bile at the sight of the two men in such danger.

You heard the hologram crackle before Senator Organa appeared in front of you.

“Master y/n? Are you still there?” Bail called out, you looked away from the scene playing in front of you and looked at the hologram.

“Bail, you're the only person I can trust right now, and I know you're friends with Padme. Anakin Skywalker has turned to the darkside and choked her, she's still alive but…” you paused for a moment. “Something is off and I need to get her medical attention.”

“I'm in the outer rim, on a planet called Polis Massa. We have Master Yoda here as well and will be safe for you to come too, I'll send you the coordinates.” he said,

“Thank you, I'm waiting for Master Kenobi to finish his confrontation with Skywalker but we will be there as soon as we can.” You said, you turned off the comm before he could reply as you lifted the binoculars to your eyes again, but quickly cursed once you saw that both of the men were too far away from your sight.

You brought your knees to your chest on the pilot chair as you stared out the window, you wished you pushed harder to go fight Anakin with him, providing back up so Anakin didn't shove him in lava or stab him in the chest.

Anger was the emotion you were expecting the least as you waited for Obi-wan, you were angry over someone trying to kill you, losing fellow jedi, losing Anakin, and possibly Obi-wan now. You tried to meditate to relieve yourself from the simmering anger, you were scared now if you were being honest, Anakin fell so quickly to the dark side. You were afraid if you even acknowledged the emotions you felt now you would suddenly become a sith.

“Trust in the force.” you murmed to yourself, then embraced the feeling. You knew the force wouldn't hurt you, being intune with it since you were a child it felt like home after a long mission, it felt safe.

And that was all you can ask for at this time.

An hour had passed since then, if Obi-wan had died you aren't sure how long you would wait before you left, the thought alone had made you stand up and walk down the ramp. You knew Obi-wan's cloak was still on the ground and all you wanted was to hold something of him. Your own cloak was off including your tunic, the heat was insufferable but when you see the brown fabric rumpled on the ramp you slid it on without a second thought.

You crossed your arms over each other as you watched the lava down below, the hissing of magma was the sound you heard for a long time.

Until, you his R2-D2 beep excitedly, you turned around quickly and froze.

Obi-wan appeared from the hall, covered soot and clothes filled with burn holes, but he seemed rather unharmed. He froze when he saw you standing there, his eyes tired and bloodshot.

“Anakin..is he..?” you asked quietly, Obi-wan looked down and you saw his body began to shake. You ran forward and slammed your bodys together, both of you gripping each other like a lifeline. You could feel tears drip down your neck from where Obi-wan had burrowed his face. Your face tucked into the crook of his neck, positive your tears were dripping onto him. Your hand sprawled over the expanse of his back while his hand was embedded in your hair. You would do anything to forget how hard his hands trembled that moment.

Your heart ached for Anakin, for the boy you saw as a brother or even a son but your heart also ached for Padme and Obi-wan.

“Are you injured?” you asked, your voice cracking as you placed a gentle hand on his face. The hair of his beard tickles the skin of your fingers as you turn his face at different angles searching for damage.

“No, I'm okay.” he murmured, his blue orbs scanning over you as well. You pushed the sweat slicked hair away from his eyes so he can see better. His eyes landed on the dark bruise on your neck, his hand came to graze over the abused skin.

“Master y/n, Master Kenobi.” C-3PO called out from the ramp, you turned around as looked at the droid. “Let's hurry and leave this dreadful place.”

You and Obi-wan walked onboard the ship, R2D2 following closely behind as the ramp closed behind you. You walked Obi-wan to where Padme was, leaning on the door frame as you watched him put a gentle hand on her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him.

“Obi-wan? Is Anakin alright?”

He placed his hand on her cheek as her eyes closed again, he looked over at you in worry.

“I contacted Senator Organa while you were gone, he's on Polis Massa with Yoda. we're going to take her there for a check up and to figure out what we're doing next.” you explained, holding out your hand. He sighed as he grabbed your hand, allowing you to guide him to the passenger seat as you planted yourself into the pilot seat, flicking on controls and imputing the coordinates you were sent, eager to leave this planet as fast as you can.

As you flew the ship out of the atmosphere you could see Obi-wan cover his face, you frowned before you went into hyperdrive, allowing the plane to do the work for a moment. You turned the chair you were in until it looked at the tired man head on.

“What happened out there?” you asked, although you didn't want to know. But knowing Obi-wan, he would let this sit for years and you couldn't let that happen.

“I-” he began before he sighed, looking over to you.

You were confused on why he went silent before you flinched back in your seat, visions of fire and lava flashing in your eyes, you saw Anakin and Obi-wan fighting on the river as clashes of lightsabers echoed in your ears. the vision shifted to seeing Anakin's legs getting cut off and his screams of pain rattled in your brain.

“I Hate you!” Anakin bellowed, Obi-wan's face was twisted in anguish.

“You were my brother Anakin, I loved you!”

The last thing you saw before Obi-wan cut off the connection was Anakin's body burning alive as he kneeled down and grabbed his little brother's lightsaber.

Once the vision was gone you let out the breath you were holding as you looked back at obi-wan, you hand shot forward and gripped his tight to ground yourself to the present.

“I'm sorry,” he apologized. “I just couldn't say the words.”

“No” you said after a minute of calming down. “Don't apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just startling to see.” you swallowed before you spoke again. “You kept his lightsaber?”

Obi-wan nodded before pulling out the weapon and carefully handing it to you, your fingers grazed the handle and just held it for a moment before giving it back to Obi-wan.

A beeping made you jump, realizing you made it to your destination, you looked over at C3-PO and asked him to land the ship.

You stood up and walked to the small area you had taken off your tunic earlier, you grabbed the dark brown tunic and slid it on. Your hand wrapping and tying the material quickly after years of practice before you went back to meet up with Obi-wan.

You let Obi-wan grab Padme as you walk down the ramp greeting Bail, obi-wan close behind you as the senator leads you to the medical center.

~~~~~

You, Obi-wan, Yoda, bail, C3-PO, and R2D2, watched Padme's unconscious form as the medical droid scanned her. Your hand gripping Obi-wan's hand as you watched in silence. It only took the droids a few minutes before one appeared from the door.

“Medically, she's completely healthy.” the droid said, you sighed in relief. “But for reasons we can't explain, we are losing her.” He finished, you looked at him in shock.

“She's dying?” Obi-wan said in shock.

“We don't know why, she has lost the will to live and we need to operate quickly if we are to save the babies.”

You and obi-wan halted at that, your grip in his hand going loose as you looked at the droid in surprise.

“Babies?” you said.

“She's carrying twins.” the droid confirmed.

Obi-wan moved away from your touch as he moved closer to the glass pane, watching padme closely as he stroked his beard. A habit youve seen from him many times in the last few years.

So you waited until she woke up, you and Obi-wan rushing into the room and joining her on each side of Padme's head. Her sobbing and whimpering echoed around the room, the sound making you wince as the first baby was delivered. The sound of a baby crying quickly filled the air as the baby was handed off to Obi-wan, who held the baby with such care as he leaned down and showed his face to his mother.

“Luke.” she said softly, her voice weak and quiet for a few moments before she grunted, her voice horse from screams. You watched as tears pooled in the corner of her eyes. Reaching forward you dabbed away the tears.

“You got this Padme, just keep breathing.” you murmured, your voice soft as she gripped your hand. The sound of the second baby's cries appeared once more as the robot said something you didn't understand.

“It's a girl.” Obi-wan announced as the droid handed you the little girl, you kneeled down and showed her face to the woman.

“Leia” Padme sighed.

You smiled at the name.

“It's beautiful, both of them are.” you said.

Padme began to breathe heavily, as if she was struggling to get air into her lungs. You and obi-wan shared a concerned glance.

“Obi-wan, y/n?” Padme gasped and you nodded, shifting Leia into one arm as you grabbed her hand again.

“There's good in him…I know-I know there's still-” Padme started out before she stopped talking and the hand in your hand went limp. Your teeth clamped down on your lip as tears welled in your eyes once again and as if the two small babies in you and obi-wans arms knew, they both began to cry.

~~~~~~

Inside one of the meeting rooms of Building in Naboo. You, Obi-wan, Bail, and Yoda sat at a large table. You had your arms crossed tightly around your body as you sat next to Obi-wan, his hand rested on his chin as he stared blankly at the table in front of him.

“Hidden, safe the children must be kept.” Yoda said solemnly.

“We must take them somewhere where the sith won't sense their presence.” Obi-wan said.

Yoda hummed in thought.

“Split up, they should be.” Yoda decided.

You looked up, about to open your mouth to protest but it quickly died on your tongue. Keeping them together would give away more attention. and if one of them ends up to be force sensitive it would make matters worse.

“My wife and I will take the girl,” Basil said, “We've always talked about adopting a baby girl.” he said, a soft simile spreading on his face. “She will be loved with us.”

“And what of the boy?” you asked, yoda turned to you.

“To tatooine. His family send him.” Yoda said.

Obi-wan was silent for a moment before he spoke.

“I will take the child and watch over him.”

You looked over in shock, slightly offended at him leaving you out.

“No,” you said sternly. All three men looked at you. “We,” you said with emphasis. “We will take the child and watch over him.” you said, avoiding Obi-wan's gaze.

Yoda just nodded.

“Until the time is right, disappear we will.” he said as you all stood up and bowed.

You walked out, only stopping for a moment when Yoda called to Obi-wan to hang back. Giving them their space you waited out in the hall, you kept your eyes on the floor until you saw Basil walk out, with baby Leia in his arms.

He walked up to you and gave you a kind smile.

“Can I?” you asked, pointing to the baby. Basil chuckled and placed the baby in your arms.

You stared into her eyes as she gurgled and cooed at you and you let out a wet laugh.

“It's disturbing how much you look like your mother already little one,” you said softly, your hand rubbing at the soft skin of her head. “You are going to a great family, but I need you to promise one thing.” you whispered to the baby, not noticing Obi-wan step out of the room.

“Be kind and intelligent like your mother,” you said, your voice getting choked up. “And be loyal and passionate like your father was.”

“And most importantly,” you whispered into her ear. “Never be apologetic for who you are, wear your flaws and strengths with pride.”

You didnt care what anyone told you, after everything you've been through with Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala, those two little kids freshly embraced by the world will always be your niece and nephew in your heart.

You kissed Leia's head before you handed her back to Bail, wiping your tears away as you looked at the senator.

“Safe travels, senator Organa.” you said softly, holding out your hand. Bail smiled and gripped your hand tight and shook it.

“You as well, Master.” he said before he turned to Obi-wan who simply shook his hand. You leaned back against the wall as Obi-wan looked at you. You didn't lean away when he raised his hand to wipe away the wetness on your cheeks,

“Why are you coming with me? You don't deserve a life like that.” he said, concern and guilt evident in his voice

“Either way Obi-wan, I'm going to be hunted,” you said bluntly. “I'm doing it for those two babies so they are safe from the empire, but i'm doing it for us too so we can be together because we deserve each other.” you whispered hoarsely, your brows furrowed as you placed a hand on his chest. “I don't care where it takes me, I'll be okay as long as we do it together.”

Obi-wan watched you with soft eyes before he nodded.

“For them.” Obi-wan said, placing a hand over the one you rested on his chest.

You squeezed his hand tightly.

“For us.” you smiled sadly.

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The heat on Tatooine was much better compared to Mustafar but it still had you sweating under your robes as you watched the sunset in front of you. The two suns give the dry earth around you a pink hue as Obi-wan gave baby Luke to Owen and Beru Lars.

You watched the younger woman gently cradle Luke as she ran over to her husband, the two of them admiring the sunset and their new family member.

Obi-wan turned to look from where you sat on the Eopie, he looked naked with the lightsaber he used for so long no longer strapped to his side. Your hand grazed your own side and longed for your own saber as well. You and Obi-wan decided to bury your lightsabers in the sand with Anakins, a sad symbol of the end of a life you once knew.

You knew deep down a lightsaber didn't determine if you were a Jedi or not, you knew you were and Your trust in the force and the light side would guide you along the way.

Cold metal resting on your finger reminded you of a new symbol, of something new and safe as Obi-wan grabbed your hand. You smiled at the ring on his hand pressing into your wrist as you hauled him up on the large animal.

Exile did suck but knowing you were with someone you loved made the sacrifices tolerable

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thotsforvillainrights · 2 years

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~Birthday~

(I usually have a hard time anyway when it comes to keeping up with character birthdays, but Spinner is the hardest for me since my grandma’s is Aug 6th, my best friend is Aug 7th and Spinners is Aug 8th. I missed it but I actually really wanna do something special for him since I love him so much and don’t show him enough attention. Anyway, I’m done rambling!)

-Sidenote: I’ve been trying lately to add read more lines for some posts that are a bit long. I don’t want everyone to have to scroll so long to pass by it if they needed to haha.

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Friends, just friends. At least that’s what he felt like when he looked at you. You’d been around for him more than anyone else so why did he always feel so clammy when it came time to talk to you? Whenever you get super close to him during movie or game night and he felt the heat creeping along his cheeks, or when you laughed at something stupid he did or said. It was all too much for him sometimes. You had to have noticed by now right? The way he reacts with you? Well maybe you must’ve thought of him as a brother or something. He let his thoughts wander as usual when you suddenly entered his bedroom without knocking and stole all his attention. He grunted and glared at you nervously. “You...you can’t just keep walking in here like that. What if I was doing something-”

“Oh what? Something scandalous?” You took a seat on the bed with a bounce and laughed. “Pleeease, you’re always in here either sleeping or playing games. I doubt I have anything to worry about when I burst in here. It’s different if I were to walk in on Dabi or Tomura.” He chuckled and shook his head. “What do you want anyway?”

“What??? Did you forget what today was already?!” You grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “Huh? What? Let me go!? Stop shaking me, fuck!!” Once you let him breath for a moment he gathered his thoughts and took a second. It was a real lightbulb moment when he realized it. “Figured it out eh? It’s your birthday Shuichi!” He rolled his eyes and looked away from your cheerful smile in the hopes he wouldn’t get flustered by how amazing you looked in the moment. “Don’t give me that! Every year I have to fight you to let me celebrate it. This year I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer, now get up, change your boxers, and let’s go!” Just like that you were out of his room and on your way to gather whatever the hell you had planned. He sighed at the way you never closed the door after you left. As he got up to close it and get ready his mind wandered once more to what the day would hold. With you it was unpredictable. Last year you’d taken the man to a petting zoo of all places. The year before that you scared the shit out of him with a surprise party. His favorite year was the go-karting/arcade date...

“Wait, did I just call it a date??? Fuck, get it together Iguchi...” He grumbled under his breath and smacked himself in the face. “It’s best to not keep having these thoughts.”

Once he was fully dressed down (in disguise if you will), he went to meet you outside of the base. You being one of the only people there with a car had its merits when you weren’t busy doing gas station runs for wanted criminals lol. He quickly got in and re-adjusted the passenger seat. “Was Toga in here again? She sits too damn close to the dashboard. You don’t have to worry about her being arrested or caught by heroes because she’ll fly out the windshield and die before that happens.” You laughed at it. “Okay, you may be right, but you sit back way too far in the car. That’s why no one wants to sit behind you because you crush their knees.” You teased and he blushed lightly. “Whatever, just tell me where we’re going. It better not be somewhere ridiculous this year.” He said as he secretly hoped it wasn’t sky diving or something like that. “No way, it’s a surprise.” You winked at him (causing him to internally melt down for a second). The two of you chatted and listened to music the whole way out while he secretly tried to guess what you had planned. To his surprise you decided to tone it down this year and have a simple movie date. It worked out since not many people could recognize him at this point yet. Also it was fine since you’d be in the dark mostly. If anything that damn petting zoo date was more risky than this.

‘There you go again calling it a date, you idiot.’

He shook the thoughts from his head while you ordered snacks at the concession counter. You turned to him and smiled warmly. “Anything for you, birthday boy?” He would’ve felt the world around him slow to a stop when you smile at him like this. He can barely form the words. “...” You tilted your head in confusion before shrugging and turning your attention back to the worker. “I’ll just get a hotdog for him, a large blue raspberry ice, and a pack of peanut chocolates.” As the movie started he was still fighting with his thoughts while you were ooo-ing and ahhh-ing at the trailers. For some reason (for the sake of this ask) you seemed to love catching trailers at the movies. You kept spouting off about what you and him should go see together when it came out and what you should totally pirate because it wasn’t worth paying to see. You spoke about your favorite actors and actresses, and you brought up the soundtracks to other movies all while his heart started to race more and more. About 8 minutes into the movie all he could think about was you and the way you made him feel. He’d never had someone try to celebrate his birthday with him every year for 5 years in a row. He’d never had a person smile so warmly at him, or come to his defense even when he didn’t need the help. He’d never had a person fall asleep on his lap late nights when playing games together, or have a person annoyingly steal his favorite jackets and hats so often. He’d never had someone take such gentle care of him when he got sick, or the way you just seemed to hold him a little tighter than anyone ever did.

‘God why keep fighting it? I’m in love...’

When the movie ended he quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room and into one of the hallways. Without a single thought he stopped running from his heart and decided to risk it all. Sure this was no romantic comedy and a cliché like this might not cut it. Sure you could push him away in a heartbeat and he could ruin your entire friendship, but he couldn’t help but to try. Much to his surprise, he kissed you. Even more surprising is when you kissed him back. It was like fireworks going off in his stomach and warm ocean waves crashing wildly in his heart. His head was fuzzy static, finally silenced by the what-ifs of the moment. When he finally pulled back you smiled the widest you’d done in a long time. “How’d you figure out the rest of the birthday surprise?”

“Eh????”

“Ha...I was actually going to confess how I’d been feeling about you for a while.” You looked down and twiddled your thumbs a bit. Now it was your turn to finally be nervous for once. “I really like you Shuichi. For a while I was worried I was embarrassing you or overwhelming you with my emotions so I kept them somewhat concealed. Today was going to be the day I confessed to you. I literally got it printed on the stupid cake back at the base for your birthday. Who told you? Was it Toga? What about Compress???”

“No one, I had a hunch.” He lied haha, but he was grateful to know you felt the same way about him. This had to take the cake for the best birthday you’d ever spent with him. No present in the world could beat having you finally by his side.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shuichi iguchi #iguchi shuichi #bnha spinner #spinner #happy birthday spinner #lov #league of villains

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amive2567 · 1 year

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Hi there I wanted to participate in your match ups if it was possible ^^

Fandom : Haikyuu

I'm 22 y/o, she/her pronouns, heterosexual. My favourite colors are orange and black, I'm an ISFJ, cancer, for my appearance is short (4'9 ft - 1.52 cm) with shoulder length brown hair and chubby. I love animals (I own 2 cats) and I enjoy talking about mental health.

My ideal type is someone who's in touch with their emotions, someone who shows his soft or special treatment only with me (it could be just little things not something big) , someone who's honest and sensitive, if he has an artistic side or is bi or multilingual is super attractive too. For physical features I find long or messy hair attractive.

Pet peeves: when someone asks me to do something I already planned to do, not letting a song finish if you already let it sound for a while

Some traits I hate is when people rely on someone who's more responsible to get stuff done, people who think higher of themselves than they really are, lies, people who think they are the center of the universe. Uff and people who are not polite (please and thank you are big to me I'm sorry)

And I would like the match up to be romantic please

Thank you for your time ^^

Why?:

he is intouch with his emotions

he can be mischievous, but also has a soft spot

he fondly listens to your rambles

Sugawara will motivate you to reach your goals

Your little story:

Waking up on a weekend morning was special, for most people at least, especially at the beginning of spring. The golden spring sunrays would shine through the windows, and the birds would chirp a wonderful song to wake everyone, but this dream would not come true to you. You woke up with a cat butt in your face and the sound of the busy city of Sendai. Even though you loved your cat dearly, you wished she would act cute like the cats in movies. To the demanding meows, you responded with a soft growl. "I will feed you, but you have to wait a moment." With closed eyes, you grabbed your cat and placed it on Koushi's cold bedside. A groan escaped your lips as you started stretching your muscles.

Now you were still not wide awake, but the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes made you hurry into the kitchen. Before you ran to your food, you grabbed the black and orange Karasuno Sweater from your boyfriend. Your little cat followed you now happily to the kitchen. Soft music was playing in the background and accentuated the noises of the spatula clinking against the pan. To your dismay, your cat passed you by and joined her friend to eat. Sugawara had already filled up their little bowls. She jolted you out of your deep slumber for no apparent cause.

You leaned against the doorframe only to watch your boyfriend with a smile. How his muscles flex against his white Shirt whenever he flips One of the pancakes. He bit his tongue while focusing on the little piece of pancake batter. His messy bed hair was adorable. All you could think of was ruffling his hair even more. If you could, you would capture this moment and frame it, but Your loud stomach growl destroyed it. Koushi turned around with a bright smile. "Good morning darling, did my cooking wake you up?" He flipped the last pancake from the skillet onto the platter alongside the other pancakes and returned the pan to the turned-off stove.

Koushi stepped towards you and placed his hands on your hip. "No, this cute little cat ass made me wake up." You pointed at the guilty cat, who calmly munched on its food. Koushi chuckled. "I hope my pancakes will make up for this horrible wake-up call." You nodded happily. "Of course, they will. Your pancakes are amazing. They're always so flipping delicious." Now Koushi had to laugh. His eyes had little laugh lines. He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. Still laughing, he whispered, "God, I love you."

The both of you just stood there for a while and smiled at each other like teenagers in love. "I thought about doing a little picnic today. So what would you think if we take the pancakes and other little snacks with us and pay a visit to our local park." You suggested, breaking the comfortable silence. "That's a great idea. I will pack up our stuff, and you can get dressed. Even though my sweater suits you very much, it's a little bit chilly for just a sweater and shorts." You nodded with excitement and ran off to get dressed. "I wish every weekend could be like this."

You walked through the park with the leafless trees. "How about this spot? It's the driest one out here, I guess." Koushi pulled out the blanket he carried and placed it on the ground. You pulled out the little snacks Koushi readied earlier. Strawberries, pancakes, little chocolate treats, and more. Koushi sat beside you on the blanket and began to pull out the warmer blanket so the both of you wouldn't freeze to death. You thanked him with a sincere smile, and he returned it. The both of you started to eat quietly. You talked about everything. The topic of mental health and the healthcare system made the entire date more fascinating because you both had the same viewpoint. You contributed facts to the other one and spoke all day about new movies and the current series you're watching together, not only mental health. Your discussions got sometimes interrupted by short and loving kisses. At the end of your "breakfast" the sun was already setting again and you walked back home to cuddle with your cats.

Your special surprise: 🎧Playlist: Pov Your relationship with Suga🎧

A/N:

Thank you so much for participating in my event. It was lovely to get to know you a bit. I hope you like the music I picked out for your short playlist. 💕

#300 follower event #match ups #haikyuu #sugawara koushi

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bottlecaprabbitgames · 1 year

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Weekly Update for 15 January, 2023

Hi, guys! I'm moving the update stuff up a bit, just because I want to take a break today and I won't be off till the 19th or 20th!

I'm super happy with the progress I've made this week!!! I got all of Scene 3's rough draft done, which was super nice as I actually changed how a few scenes play out and how their variations will play out when I go back to flesh the scene out!

We also got to over 13,000 words in Chapter 5 so far!!! And, like, mind you, I've only got Scene 1-3 written, and ONLY Scene 1 has been fully fleshed out and edited so far!! We still have one scene to go, AND I haven't gotten any of the huge variations done in Scene 2 or 3! I actually have only just started editing Scene 2, and like... I'm barely any ways in.

So, hi, yes, I'm super excited because I really think Chapter 5 will come super close or fully to 20,000 words!!! I'd love for it to, as only Chapter 1 came very close to it, and our other chapters have been smaller! (Which, I mean... there hasn't exactly been much to make huge variations on yet, I'm just being hard on myself, lol.)

One of the last things I want to mention is the stuff that comes with customization (ie clothing). I definitely want there to be some spots where your choices on customizing your MC gets fully mentioned, it might just be when I go back for the big final edits once the final chapter is completed, and before MG: Trepidation is uploaded in its entirety. I haven't forgotten your choices! I just want to get the full story down before I go back in and get them into the light!

Okay, that's all I got! I will be spending my few hours after work later to play Fatal Frame 5, so that's why I moved this up, lol. I will also say writing might be a little slow, I have my mom's birthday coming up on the 20th (she'll be 46!!), I have my permit test the 23rd, and a big doctor consultation on the 30th, and February will be very similar with my shop opening and me hopefully learning to drive AND getting all my doctor and dental appointments started.

It's gonna be a busy couple of months, but I really hope to still squeeze in a good couple thousand words a week at the VERY least!!

#weekly update #update #mind games #mind games: trepidation

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artificialqueens · 2 years

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If we're sinners then it feels like heaven to me, 1/2 (Daya x Jasmine) - Ashley

Daya believed she had found her calling when she signed on as captain of her University's first netball team. Authority over what position she played in? Control of the music at training? An excuse to expel the unbridled rage that came with being a second year STEM student? She had all the ingredients for a perfect year.

It's just a shame she missed the part of the recipe where the human equivalent of a fog-horn got promoted to her team and Daya's job became that extra bit harder.

So I remembered how to write???? Many thanks to Winter and Veronica for the help with this one. I hope you all like it and please let me know if you do xo

wrath - uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred

When Daya had agreed to captain her University’s first netball team, she couldn’t deny how excited she was.

She’d never been the best at logistics but Daya figured she’d have no problem planning out strategies and managing the rest of the girls. Yes, she knew how to raise her voice but she also had no problem taking a step back when it was needed to keep their energy right.

Daya had all the skills to be a great leader for the firsts and was feeling pretty damn good about it.

Or at least she was until Jasmine Kennedie got promoted from the seconds and Daya suddenly had to work around the fact that their new Goal Attack was the human equivalent of a foghorn.

Of course, this had its benefits. Daya always knew when her teammate was open for a pass - plus she couldn’t deny that it was nice to have someone constantly cheering from the bench if they had too many players (even if she was ninety-nine per cent sure that Jasmine sometimes screamed intending to agitate Daya rather than encourage her). And Jasmine was a good player too, so good that Daya included her in basically every starting seven they’d had that year.

It just so happened that Jasmine’s fog horn mentality managed to manifest itself off the court as well, driving Daya absolutely fucking insane.

Especially during an almost three-hour-long coach journey.

“You coming for drinks and a kiki when we get back?” Jasmine plopped herself down next to Daya, clearly ignoring the fact Daya had placed her bag on the chair specifically so this wouldn’t happen.

“Thanks, but I’m busy,” Daya replied, knowing full well she had absolutely zero plans when she got home besides pestering Crystal to go to the shop with her to replace the entire tub of ice cream she’d eaten the night before during a Married at First Sight watchathon.

Daya had figured it wasn’t such a bad idea really, shacking up with someone you’ve never met so you can have your shot at finding someone, get your entire wedding paid for and piss off your parents in the process. She’d have signed up herself if there wasn’t such a high chance she’d end up partnered with someone with the exact opposite mindset to her.

She already had to put up with one of those every Monday, Wednesday and Saturday and it was safe to say it wasn’t going so well.

“Had a feeling you would be.” Jasmine rolled her eyes before starting up again, ignoring Daya’s clear indifference to their conversation. “We played well today, I thought. Honestly, I know I always play well but I was impressed with you in that third quarter. When the ball went under your legs and you scooped it back up like some sort of crazy octopus lady, I was living. And that girl you were marking looked so pissed off too, I thought she was gonna get violent.”

“An octopus lady?” Daya turned her head, not even bothering to inflate Jasmine’s ego anymore by acknowledging the part of that nonsense that referred to her own performance.

“Yeah, 'cause you’re all tall and you’ve got those long gangly arms. It’s a good thing, trust me.”

Daya wouldn’t have trusted Jasmine to make a bowl of super noodles in the microwave if her life depended on it.

“You do know I can bench you next game if you keep comparing me to sea creatures, right?”

“Yes. But I also know that our next game is against Marys and last time you lost against them cause their defence is really good. You wouldn’t dare.”

It was one thing when Jasmine annoyed Daya when she was wrong, spouting out her stupid opinions about games as if they were facts and expecting everyone else to follow her streams and streams of nonsense as though they were gospel.

But Jasmine was often a lot smarter than Daya gave her credit for.

And she found herself a thousand times angrier when the other girl was right.

It was an undisputed fact at this point that she couldn’t stand Jasmine Kennedie.

But the one thing she couldn’t stand even more was not winning.

“Are you saying that Angie’s not good enough to play as Attack against them?” Daya poked, certain that Jasmine wouldn’t dare imply a bad word about the team’s most beloved player.

“Not at all. I think Angie’s incredible but you should put her as Wing.”

“Because you’re so much better in Attack?”

“‘Cause I think me and you make a better team.” Jasmine raised a brow, catching Daya off-guard. “You work ten times harder when we’re next to each other.”

“That’s out of irritation, not teamwork.” Daya pulled her phone out of her pocket and opened Spotify to give herself something else to look at, red in the cheeks after accidentally admitting to her biggest foe that she’d been trying her hardest to impress her.

“Exactly. I annoy you, you try harder to get the ball off me so you can score. Then I get it in when you miss. We’ve got synerg-eye.”

“It’s synergy,” Daya corrected.

“I know.” Jasmine pulled her hair out from her bun and threw her head back, letting it splay across the seats and onto Daya’s shoulder in what could only be described as a pure act of territorialism. “It’s just I forgot my headphones and I figured if I annoyed you enough you’d give me one of yours to shut me up.”

“Anything for a second of peace.” Daya handed the right half of the wire over, shuffling closer so it could reach Jasmine’s ear.

“None of that pop-punk shit again though. I’m still traumatised after last time.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers.” Daya scrolled through her playlists, undoubtedly looking for the least-Jasmine thing she could find despite knowing the other girl would buck her way through absolutely anything she managed to put on anyway.

“You’re the one that wants me to shut up, aren’t you?”

Daya wondered how badly injured she’d be if she threw herself out the fire door at the back.

Not that any level of injury would be worth the smug look on Jasmine’s face knowing she’d won their little battle.

“No pop-punk it is.” Daya scrolled some more until she found the perfect song to start their journey, unable to keep her grin contained once the familiar beat kicked in and Jasmine realised just what she was doing.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that.”

“Oh, I know.” Daya closed her eyes, wondering how many other ways she could tell Jasmine Kennedie that she loathed her in song form.

Or how many times she’d have to queue Aretha again ‘til the feisty blonde gave her captain some of that good-old, well-earned respect.

envy - resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck.

“Sorry, I’m late.” Jasmine plonked herself on the seat next to Daya, letting her bag thud dramatically on top of all the sheets and posters Daya had spent the past thirty minutes rearranging. “Jorgie said she’d give me a lift but she couldn’t bring herself to get out of bed after last night.”

“Jorgie told me she had plans!” Daya grabbed the bag and placed it on the floor between them, rolling her eyes at her teammates' audible gasp.

Jorgie wasn’t the only person who told her she was busy, Daya having asked every single other member of the team if they were free to run the stand with her before turning to Jasmine. Heck, she’d even tried to convince her own housemates to join her regardless of the fact that they were the least sporty people she’d ever met in her life, nevermind at Uni (just a week earlier she’d caught Crystal ordering an Uber to their college bar, a building you could literally see from their upstairs bathroom window).

Willow was nearly on board until Daya let it slip that she hadn’t exactly exhausted all of her options.

“You wouldn’t want her here anyway, she looks like she’s been dragged through a hedge backwards. Besides, I’m clearly the best person for the job. If I’m being really honest I don’t know why you’re here.”

“Because I’m the Captain?”

“Yeah but you’re also terrifying. We’re supposed to be convincing people to join our team, not scaring them away. We need people who are personable, like me.”

“I’m not terrifying,” Daya protested, fully aware that she was turning into the lady who doth protest too much (a role in which, if she really thought about it, she found herself playing every single time she got stuck in conversation with one Jasmine Kennedie). “No offence, but I think I’m plenty more personable than you.”

“Well, let’s see who can get more people to sign up than, shall we?”

It was just Daya’s luck that Jasmine stormed miles ahead in their race, managing to secure an entire two-thirds of the names on their list despite the fact she’d taken a fifteen-minute break to go call Angie on the phone and, in her words, not Daya’s, spill all the tea from the night before.

“All I’m saying is that this means nothing yet. I bet half of these girls will turn up to training and not even know how to throw a ball.”

“How d’ya know they’re any better than the people you got?” Jasmine prodded the sheet with her pen. “One of the girls I got used to play for her county, she should be worth like three points.”

“All I’m saying is there’s a difference between flirting with someone until they sign up and genuinely finding someone who wants to play netball. And I think you’ll find I’ve been focusing on the latter.”

“Only because you don’t know how to flirt.” Jasmine chuckled.

“Says who?”

“Me.” Jasmine paused to smile at some girls walking past, Daya far too invested in her teammate's comments to even care about recruiting anymore. “Don’t make me remind you about the Captain from St Veronicas. Your face turned all red and your voice went up about five octaves when she asked for your number.”

Daya was shocked that Jasmine even remembered that, a fleeting moment on their way out from a tournament that Daya had been trying to forget ever since.

There was yet another reason to add to her list of why Jasmine was the most irritating person on the planet. Because apparently, regardless of the fact she’d once forgotten to bring their kit bag to training and they had to spend their hour booked on the court playing British Bulldog and What Time Is It Mr Wolf, Jasmine had the long-term memory of a fucking elephant.

“She was only asking so we could organise a friendly match at the end of term.”

“Really? Cause I don’t remember ever such a match taking place.” Jasmine rubbed her chin, playing right with Daya’s pride like it was play-doh in her hands.

“Scheduling conflict,” Daya lied, knowing that she would never hear the end of it if she admitted to Jasmine that she’d ignored the other girl’s texts.

If there was one thing Daya did not wish to discuss with Jasmine, it was her love life. Or more specifically, the fact she managed to find something wrong with every girl who had tried anything with her that year (she could still hear Crystal screaming at her in their living room because Daya said the girl she’d pulled on Bank Holiday was too nice for her to put up with).

“Hey, she goes to Trans Soc.” Jasmine pointed to a girl across the way from them, Daya grateful for the change in conversation until she actually saw the girl.

Or more specifically, saw how Jasmine saw the girl.

“She’s so tall, she’d make a great addition.” Jasmine started waving frantically like a kid trying to get their parents' attention in a school play. “Bosco!”

“Just because you’re tall doesn’t mean you’re good at netball, Jasmine.”

“Then what do we need you for?” Jasmine muttered through a clenched smile as the girl made her way over.

She was tall, of course (but not quite as tall as Daya. If she’d been just an ounce more childish she’d have found an excuse to stand up and prove it but figured it was probably best not to). And gorgeous too, long black locks flowing down the back of her head like she’d just stepped off the front of a L’Oreal box.

Jasmine looked like she wanted to pounce on her then and there and if Daya was being honest, she couldn’t blame her.

“Jasmine,” the girl purred (like, literally, purred). “Didn’t expect to see you looking all fresh and nice after last night.”

“Not gonna lie, I felt a bit seedy this morning,” Jasmine giggled (a fake laugh that she used whenever she was trying to impress anyone - somehow more annoying than her real one, which Daya had managed to mistake for choking at least three times on the coach that term). “But I’ll do anything for my Captain.”

Except actually speaking to anyone who wanted to play netball, apparently.

“You wanna sign up?” Daya gestured to the sheet, anything to break up the intense eye-fucking taking place over her bowl of Tesco’s finest cookies. “We’re having tryouts next week.”

“Not sure if netball is really my thing. Team spirit and all that, bit too much for me.”

“You could always write your number down anyway, you know, just in case you change your mind? Would always be good for us to have it.” Jasmine handed the pen to her friend, grinning like an idiot when her charm actually managed to work.

Daya didn’t know whether to give her a pat on the back or a slap across the face once the girl had bid her farewell.

She settled for a dirty look instead.

“What? She’s hot.”

“Correct,” Daya admitted. “But there is no correlation between how hot you are and how good you are at playing netball.”

“I dunno. I think between the pair of us it’d be hard to find any evidence against that theory.”

Daya inhaled the crumbs of the cookie she was eating in shock, reaching for her water quickly in hope that Jasmine didn’t clock her reaction to being called hot.

A compliment she’d never expected to hear from Jasmine’s lips for starters.

Even if she was complimenting herself in the process.

“Okay, so you only got her number for netball purposes and you’re deffo not gonna text her later then?”

“Depends.” Jasmine shrugged her shoulders, grabbing one of Daya’s cookies only to take the smallest bite in existence then set it back down on the table. “Maybe I just did it to annoy you.”

Daya took a cookie for herself to put an end to their conversation.

After all, she knew there was no point denying that Jasmine had succeeded in her task, she was obviously thrown and too proud to even try and argue otherwise.

Jasmine’s flirting at the fair had well and truly rattled her cage.

Perhaps, for more reasons than one.

pride - the putting of one's own desires, urges, wants, and whims before the welfare of other people

After captaining the firsts for the past six months, Daya had seen some sights.

From Jorgie turning up to training in the middle of winter in a tiny pair of shorts and a sports bra to grab the attention of the men's volleyball team practising next to them to Camden pretending to fall over then bouncing back up in a (surprisingly successful) attempt to lose the girl marking her, Daya knew their team was glued together with affection, chaos and duct tape.

She’d grown to expect surprises and had learned not to even blink when one of her girls did something out of pocket.

Yet she found herself knocked for six by none other than Jasmine Kennedie. Unable to find anything compelling to say after the other girl, who’d just spent their entire coach journey belting Fifth Harmony in a pitch Daya had only ever heard within cringe X Factor compilations, came up to her before their match had even started asking to be benched.

“Just take my bib and give it to someone else, I can get you water and snacks for if your sugars get low.” She thrust the bib into Daya’s hands and walked away.

“I have water and snacks.” Daya caught up with her as she left the hall, the cold outside making the hairs on her arms stand up. “This is the biggest match of the year and now you’ve suddenly decided now that you can’t be bothered to play?”

“It’s not that,” she snapped back. “And besides, you’re the one always saying I’m not as good as I think I am.”

“Are you really doing this so I can pay you some compliments, Jasmine? I put you in our starting lineup every single game and I’ve voted you as player of the match at least ten times this term. In fact, I think the only time I didn’t was as a joke because June went a whole hour without losing an item of clothing. You know I think you’re amazing or I wouldn’t be here, begging you to play right now.”

“You’ve voted for me every time?”

“You know you’re good, Jasmine, or you wouldn’t even be here right now because frankly, you’re the most annoying person I know.”

The air turned heavy between them, Daya regretting the words the second they came out of her mouth. It was something she said a thousand times, both to Jasmine’s face and when she wasn’t around (she was pretty sure Willow had started a tally on their whiteboard at home for how often Daya twisted a normal conversation to be about Jasmine). But that time felt different, the other girl scrunching her nose before bending down to sit on the curb.

Daya squatted down next to her.

“That was harsh.” Daya broke the silence. “I didn’t mean it.”

“You did.”

“Maybe a little.” Daya tried to catch Jasmine’s eyes but she turned away. “But I didn’t mean it like that. I just want you to play, is all.”

“They said I shouldn’t,” Jasmine muttered.

“What?”

“The girls from Rowling.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t want you to play if I was them either. Unless they enjoy being red in the face fifteen minutes in.”

“I was going to the vending machine to get you some snacks. I know you said you already have some but I am absolutely terrified you’re gonna pass out in the middle of a match after that one time you got all trembly at training. It really grossed me out so I normally get some extras just in case. But then they were there getting some drinks in front of me and I overheard them. They said…” She trailed off. “They said it was unfair.”

Oh.

Daya’s first thought was anger, wanting to go up to the stupid girls who Jasmine had overheard and introduce them to her size nine New Balances that just so happened to be covered in about two inches of mud from her run the night before.

And if that didn’t get the message across, then she had a few choice words for them too. The type of words that had made Crystal introduce a Swear Jar in their house to train Daya’s potty mouth for job interviews and save up some money for their trip down South too (Daya would have made it all the way across the Channel with the amount she’d have to add for the Rowling girls. Shame she didn’t know how to say ‘absolute fucking cunts’ in French).

But when she looked over at Jasmine, quiet as a mouse perched on the edge of the curb, all that wrath evaporated away and she just felt completely and utterly heartbroken.

“They’re wrong.” Daya touched her arm.

It was something she’d done a thousand times. On the bus when she wanted a swig of Lucozade and didn’t want to make a fuss asking anyone else if they had anything else. During training when they practised gameplay, Jasmine screaming ‘contact’ as if she was an umpire the second Daya’s hand would go near her to make them start the whole drill all over again. Or in the library earlier that week, when Jasmine and Jorgie made the wise decision to sit opposite her and gossip about the girl Jasmine had pulled on their last social ‘til Daya was practically forced to tap on her arm and tell them to shut up like the Karen they’d turned her into.

But she prayed this time was different, that it would tell Jasmine all the things running through her mind.

Tell Jasmine they were wrong and she really, fucking meant it.

“You know they’re wrong. They’re just saying it ‘cause they know they couldn’t beat you even if they trained for another fifty years and they’re insecure about that.”

“Isn’t that their point?” Jasmine raised a brow.

“You’re not good at netball because you're trans, Jasmine.” Daya squeezed her arm. “You’re good at netball because you’ve spent an annoying amount of years training to be good. Plus, you have more energy than a staffie on acid. That’s the only concerning thing happening here.”

“I know that,” she replied. “I know they’re wrong but they don’t. And they’ll only say it more if I play. Just play someone else and I’ll come in and cheer for you when I’m ready, okay?”

Camden arrived before Daya could protest anymore, letting her know that the umpires were ready to start and she needed to be on court within the next few minutes unless they wanted to be disqualified.

“I’ll see you in there.” Jasmine nodded at Daya to go. “Winning.”

“That is what we’re good at,” Daya replied, a statement which felt quite sour in their third quarter when Rowling scored yet another goal, leaving the firsts three points behind despite Jorgie’s insane jumps in defence and Camden’s solid play at centre.

“Don’t go to that place,” Angie spoke hastily before she made her way back to position, raising her eyes at Daya like she was her sulky teenage niece who needed telling off.

“I’m literally choking,” Daya replied, knowing full well they would have normally scored another five goals by this point and that loss had nothing to do with Angie’s performance.

An observation which was then solidified in the rest of the quarter as Daya not only got called up three times for footwork but also managed to throw the entire weight of her body into the goalpost at one point.

In fact, she was getting so used to the whistle being blown at her that she automatically jumped back and put her hands by her sides ready to give a free pass when it was blown at the end of the quarter.

She’d be hearing that whistle in her fucking dreams that night.

“Hey.” Daya made her way over to Jasmine as the rest of the team grabbed their water.

“You know, you’re not doing as bad as you think you are, you just gotta get focused. You’re playing really fast and making these big overhead passes but if you just slow it down and get some sneaky ones in there you can catch up. Plus, you know, if you manage to stay on your feet.”

“Do you remember what you said to me the first time we met?”

“What? I’m trying to talk to you about the game.”

“Do you remember?” Daya repeated herself, earning a head shake from Jasmine. “You said that you couldn’t wait to train with us every week and I called you cocky because it was only a trial and nothing was guaranteed.”

“Well, of course, I remember that.” Jasmine rolled her eyes, cracking up the start of a smile.

“You told me you weren’t cocky, you were proud. And your mum told you since you were a little kid that you’ve always gotta be proud and put yourself first. Now please go take your bib back from Alyssa.”

“You’re never normally this nice to me.”

“Because normally I don’t have to convince you to fuck what anyone else thinks and be yourself. And for once, I’m not feeling too proud to admit that I need you.” Daya reached a hand out to her. “Synergy?”

“I believe it's pronounced synerg-eye.”

“I’ll let you call me fucking Dayie if you help me destroy some assholes for the next fifteen minutes.”

With that, Jasmine took her hand.

“‘Lyssa! Dayie-boo says I can have your bib.”

“I’m gonna regret this, aren’t I?

“One-hundred percent.”

But she didn’t at all. Not when Jasmine came onto the pitch and immediately wormed around her marker to snatch the ball for their first pass. And not when she and Angie manoeuvred their way back down to the D, Daya’s arms ready in the air as Jasmine passed from the right and helped them secure that first goal back.

Then the next one and the next one and the one after that too til the pair of them had scored another five between them and secured themselves the win.

Not even when Jasmine plonked herself down next to her on the coach, exclaiming that she was changing Daya’s nickname in their group chat and there was nothing she could do to stop her.

“As long as you stop calling me that once we get to the pub,” Daya laughed, pulling her own phone out to immediately make sure Jasmine didn’t have admin access in their chat to make the change either way.

“Oh my god, you’re actually coming to the pub with us?”

“Yeah. I reckon I need something down my throat to make me forget that I fell into the fucking goalpost in front of everyone.”

“It was kinda impressive, to be honest.”

Daya passed a headphone to the other girl who popped it into her ear with no hesitation, their heads moving in close together out of second nature.

“Plus, I think I might owe one of my girls a drink.”

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Hiya! I hope you’re not to busy or overwhelmed, but I had an idea I just couldn’t get out of my head. I’d you don’t like it, or you’re just not in the mood, then feel free to move on! Anyways, what about having a sort of crossover between your Omegaverse AU and your Demonverse AU?

Like, maybe a Demon! Reader decides to do some other-worldly dimension hopping and accidentally winds up in the Omegaverse world and either gets mistaken as an omega by some yandere alpha or reigns havoc as an alpha themselves? Or, maybe one of the yanderes of the Omegaverse somehow travel to the Demonverse and merge with their respective counterpart and gain their abilities?

It’s just an idea, and you don’t have to do anything with it if you don’t want to! I love how you write and I love the stories you come up with! Please drink some water for the time being, and have a great day or night! :D

🌟 I hope you’re having a fantastic day as well! 🌟

I’m going to start by saying I think this idea is badass and funny. Sorry, it takes me forever sometimes with asks. My brain just wanders into space a lot of the time and prevents me from doing things lol.

Demon verse and the Omegaverse as worlds on their own are filled to the brim with havoc and unhinged rulers IE the Axis and the Allies (This does include Spain, Canada, Prussia, and Romano). It’s well known that they maintain their rule through fear, magic, technology, politics, and dogma that leaves their subjects in disarray and led them to believe that where they are is where they’re meant to be. Nothing more nothing less.

Caste systems. In both worlds that kept things ‘together’ so to speak.

(Much more specific to the Omegaverse) Those who are meant to have power have it. Those won’t aren’t don’t. However, if they gain it. It will be a spark that the leads will want to extinguish as soon as humanly possible. They can’t have people critically question the existence of their rigid system and all of its flaws at its core. The individual(s) that started the movement will either have to be found out, betrayed, killed, or exiled.

You have a 60/40 chance of being killed or being exiled. Depending on what your status is and what you did when you participated in the discourse in trying to change things in the Omegaverse. If you’re like a super pretty Omega fighting for your rights and you have animal or fae attributes it’s more likely you might get exiled than a Beta that did the same things but lacked the physical attractiveness. But if that Beta was like an engineer, an important civil servant of sorts (Diplomat/ consulate worker), or like a doctor. Then the other options become available depending on the severity of your crimes. This also means that there are enough individuals in the Omegaverse society that there are enough who believe that the rulers need to be taken down. But the ability of other people who want to silence ideas like this will be overwhelming to dissenters.

In the Demon AU how things function is that there are Kings but generally cause more havoc in the human world that they live under and are content with their mainly fire and brimstone domain. OR they simply live by the mantra:

“I feeling like fucking shit up today because it’s in my nature to do so.”

Alright, enough with my ramblings on how I think things would work here is my scenario:

Y/N is a demon who wanted to be able to show up to the royal demon kings. She wanted to know if there was any way that other universes could give her some insight on what she can due to put an end to their rule or at least some of the other demon kings' rule. Maybe a weakness or a fatal flaw that she can utilize against them. You soon get to have fun being the leader of the hellfire.

You had created a device that looks like a chunky but cute hair clip in (favorite motif). It was designed with the intention to help you hop into another alternate universe for a short period of time. You selected a Universe that intrigued you.

The Omegaverse. Hmph. Must be a society of God’s or geeks or something. Y/N thought to herself as he prepped for the trip into an alternate universe.

Once she had the portal open she stepped in cautiously and went for a wild ride into that Universe. The portal changed her to look like one of them. Her horns, ears, and wings vanished and were replaced with normal-looking human skin and black butterfly fae wings. Which made you stand out in the Omegaverse but you at least were seen as one of them just an S-Class darling (Omega) that was meant for the higher-ups in society.

When you finally made it to the Omegaverse you were out in the middle of the largest city in ‘Murica where all the heads of state were present. There were also plenty of eyes to behold your beauty as your transformation into a Fae. While you paid no mind to the hundreds of eyes that were concentrated on you.

You questioned why some humans had animal ears, and tails, and you did see another fae with an older gentleman that was wearing a facey collar meant to look like the refined necklace that you’d seen plenty of humans on Earth wear. She gave you a sympathetic look with her bright grey eyes because she knew that Peacekeepers were coming to nab you.

‘Okay. This world is interesting. Definitely looks like a rank and file society for sure considering the distribution of quality in clothes, the collars on a lot of humans with the animal attributes.’ You did become concerned when some of the humans in grey and black uniforms began to make a circle around you and with their eyes never leaving your visage. They did make you a little uncomfortable in how they prowled towards you. Their stone-cold stares and weapons were drawn did make you fear for your life. Just a little but still.

“What the-AUGGGGH!” The net they had fired at you flew towards you like a hawk coming in for a small animal and it lit up with 1500 volts enough to stun you into submission but not to kill you. You could only make out a few sentences of the crowd as your vision began to fizzle out and your ears were trying to stay connected.

“Another one has appeared after all these years!”

“Daddy I want a Fae Omega like that one as a servant!”

“Yo snap a pic before they leave with her!”

“Thier wings! They’re onyx and ruby!”

From there. Your consciousness took you for a deep dive into an eternal black portal.

By the time you come to you’re on an examination table that had the head Alpha with glasses and sandy blonde hair with a cowlick is staring back at you. You glare at him.

‘Oh god, so that’s what he’s like in this universe ugly with blonde hair and fucking GLASSES? Man can I not wait to tell the King of Solar Dead that he looks like an idiot in this universe.”

“So Fae… why do you not have your owner, why are you alone and roaming about. Don’t you know that's it dangerous in the big city and for you illegal?”

You raise an eyebrow at him. Still not really taking him seriously. But at least you know your machine's disguise worked well. Alfred took your lack of response as defiance so he decided to try a different approach.

“Let me lay it out for you and show how much commotion you’ve caused today.” He pulls a remote from his jacket pocket a turns on a tv placed in the background alight with a news broadcast that aired maybe an hour ago with the stop new story that was purely about you and your appearance in his central square. Your video of you looking in awe at your surroundings was played over and over again up until you were arrested and taken down in a brutal manner.

🪞Well, at least it’s easy for you to find the leader's counterparts in this world. Even though the first thing they do is capture you.

🪞Bad news: You will have 0% freedom in this world since you are a fae. (ie a rare beautiful Omega

<not all the time but mostly it is an Omega> your the type of Omega for you at least means that only Alpha’s can own you legally. No one else in the lower classes can.)

🪞You will get stuck in this universe due to the fact that all of the nations will want you for themselves and it’s not like you can roam around in public with that form without being mobbed by beings that are interested in your existence.

🪞There will be at least 20+ people, cameras, monitors, microphones, and robots around you at all times. They watch your every move, breath, and twitch like a heated game at the finale.

🪞You will have a difficult time escaping since they did confiscate your dimension-hopping tool.

🪞However, the nations are kind enough to fill you in on e the history of the Omegaverse. Your reaction: ‘Wow this sucks. And I had to transform into a rare one too what luck.’ You’re in no way amused or interested by the prospect of having to be a servant that's pretty.

🪞You will fight them and have varying degrees of success and you’ve definitely made a mess in this universe, with no tangible way of fixing it.

But you’re a demon and not an Angel so why do you care?

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