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irishmammonagenda · 2 months

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How I Think The Obey Me Boys Would React to The Rumours™️

Summary: Rumours have been floating around the Devildom. Rumours about a certain Angel and Sorcerer...how will the demon brothers react? Word Count: haha great question Content Warnings: probably just swearing tbh Disclamer: This will probably not make a lot of sense unless you've read this fic here for context, but ykw life doesnt make sense you do you <3

[dateables & co version]

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You had left the Sorcerers' Society feeling quite flustered, but also extremely pleased with yourself. Take that Solomon. You grin. In all the excitement of the following days, you'd forgotten about the rumour you had accidentally spread around the Devildom. Perhaps you shouldn't've pretended to be Archangel Michael to gain entry....

💙💙LUCIFER💙💙

When Lucifer heard the news from Beel, he was in the student council room, he turnt his D.D.D off and just placed his head in his hands.

Was this some elaborate scheme by Solomon to gain a pact with him?

Lucifer wasn't sure he even wanted to know.

Sighing; he pulled on his coat and traversed to Purgatory Hall where Michael was staying.

"Michael." The Avatar of Pride stood leaning against the kitchen counter, everyone else in Purgatory Hall was at RAD, so the Angel and Demon were alone. "Oh Jesus Christ!" The Angel in question brings a hand to his heart in mock dramatics, "Warn a guy next time Lucikins!" "..." The Silence was palpable. "...Lucikins?" Lucifer gritted out, his eye twitching. "Michael. This is not the time for your games. I am the Avatar of Pride and a Prince of Hell, show me some respect." Michael merely raised an arched eyebrow, a shit-eating grin on his face as he quickly closed the distance between them, pulling the Avatar of Pride into an ironclad headlock, bringing his other arm over with a clenched fist and messing up Lucifer's hair. "I'm sure you are Lucikins, but you're still my adorable little brother." Lucifer pushes his hands out in an attempt to get away, but even he had to admit, Michael had always been stronger than him. "Michael." The younger protests, "I swear to Lord Diavolo if you do not let me go, I will-" Michael interrupts him, pausing his brotherly tormenting to wipe a tear from his ruby red eyes. "-Ahh! You must've missed me so much, poor Wittle Wucifer! Always so heavy on the teenage angst!" Lucifer growled in a way too similar to Satan when he first fell. Like father, like son. "I don't have teenage angst. Now unhand me you bastard!" "Oh please! The amount of times I caught you in the Celestial Realm listening to My Chemical Romance and Panic at the Disco on repeat speaks for itself! And the eyeliner! Just because the others were too young to remember doesn't mean I was baby brother! Don't think I don't remember the wolf-cut!" Lucifer's eye twitches so hard he worries for his socket. He cab't even refute it. "You are two minutes older than me! And besides! I came here to talk about the rumours of you dating Solomon!" "The What." Michael immediately ceases all noogie-ing, his grip loose enough for Lucifer to slip through his arm. He scowls, smoothing the wrinkles from his suit and beginning to fix his hair. He moves a safe distance away from his older (estranged) brother. "The rumours of you showing up during a Sorcerers' Society meeting and making out with Solomon on his lap. Ring a bell?" Michael, for the love of him, just looks confused. "But I've never even-" He blinks slowly a few times. "I am going to kill MC." Lucifer, even with the ego bruising he had just endured, laughs, partly out of sheer relief, he doesn't want to imagine what a Solomon Michael duo could be capable of. But of course it was you. It always was.

💛💛MAMMON💛💛

HUH???!!!

This poor man's confusion is so strong.

He doesn't want to think about Michael's lovelife. Or Solomon's for that matter.

He immediately rushes to tell you.

"Oi! MC!" Mammon shoves his way into your room like he was auditioning for the walking dead, as per usual, he wasn't aware of the marvellous invention of knocking yet. You quickly closed you laptop lid, and placed the device down beside you on the bed, lest he saw the Archangel Michael/King Solomon 100k, Slowburn, Angst with a Happy Ending you were writing on HellO3. “Hi Mams!” Mammon scurries onto your bed like the floor is lava, resting his chin on your thigh and looking up at you with his usual puppy eyes. “Yer not gonna believe this MC.” He says seriously. "What's up?" You tilt your head, bringing a one of your hands to ruffle your First Man's hair, he leans into the touch happily before jumping up and acting like he wasn't. "Well, 'pparently Michael's after starting te date Solomon. Can ye believe it?" Mammon makes a face. "Michael...wi' Solomon...I don' wanna believe it...just...its mingin'..." You laugh nervously, "I don't think Michael's dating Solomon, Mams....someone must've uhh..." You hold in a laugh. "It's probably just a succubi or someone looking for chaos." Mammon nods seriously, laying his head back on your lap. "Yer prolly righ' MC." You pet his hair again, "Wanna watch a movie or something, Mams?" "Pffft- Of course ya would wanna watch a movie wi' the Great Mammon...alrigh' huma-...Angel...I'll allow it...!" He says with his usual bravado, it was almost convincing, if he hadn't nuzzled further into your hand, and he wasn't looking at you like you were the one reason his pulse was still going.

🧡🧡LEVIATHAN🧡🧡

He finds out after the first chapter to a certain Archangel Michael/King Solomon fanfic was published. Yes he is subscribed to your HellO3 account, and yes! he has emails turnt on.

What kind of person would he be if he didn't read his Henry's fanfics?!

He throws his phone across the room.

When he finally wills himself to get up and retrieve it, he takes a screenshot and starts texting you frantically.

You're lazing about on your bed dong nothing, you'd just posted the first chapter of THE FORBIDDEN FRUITS: A GAY ROMANCE STORY THAT TRANSCENDS REALMS five minutes previous when your DDD began vibrating at such a speed you almost made a very unfunny sex joke. You pick up your DDD and sure enough, its Levi, heh; so he is subscribed to your HellO3 account! Leviachan <3: MC WHAT IS THIS NDVNRO DID YOU WRIT E FNAFICTION AOBOUT MCIAHEL AND SOLOMOMN You grinned. You: Fnaf fiction? Good idea for an AU! Leviachan <3: VFIBNODNORNGVNO MC IM LOOKING ON FORUMS WDYM THERES A RUMOU R ABORUT SOLOMON AND MICHAEL DATING You: In my defense, it was Solomon's fault. There's no response for 10 minutes, until your DDD pings again. Leviachan <3: Why is the fanfic good Leviachan <3: I MEAN OFC ITD BE GOOD, YOU WROTE IT BUT Leviachan <3: ITS SO Leviachan <3: THE CHARACTERS ARE SO COMPELLING AND THE PLOT IS SO GOOD RJRGNVDON Leviachan <3: AND THE TENSION??!! You grinned, you could always count on your Lord of Shadows to hype up your degenerate fanfics. You: thanks <3 satan's helping me write it, wanna help? Leviachan <3: I don't think I could write as good as you guys, im just a stinky smelly worthless otaku :( You: nuhuh. >:( Leviachan <3: But if you wanted... I could maybe beta-read??? You: OFC YOU CAN LEVI TANK YOU <33333 Leviachan <3: Haha tank LMAO ROFL You: I can never mispell anything around anyone in this house You kicked your feet like a catholic school girl holding hands with a boy for the first time in her life, knowing Levi probably was too.

💚💚SATAN💚💚

This man has a web of connections.

He found out almost as soon as the rumour started.

Like Mammon, he immediately finds you to tell you

Unlike Mammon, he actually knocks

granted he knocks for a second before just opening your door so he could've just not knocked and it would've had the same affect.

"Hello MC" "Mornin' Satie...What time's it?" You rub your eyes tiredly, having just woken up from a nap, you sit up and blink at him slowly with sleepy eyes. Satan can't stop himself from cooing, he movies towards your bed and ruffles your hair like you're a cat, you lean into the touch. "Sorry for waking you, dear..." You yawn. "You're fine Satie...what'd you need?" "Have you heard the rumours that Michael and Solomon are secret lovers-" Suddenly you're wide awake. "Oh no. Oh no no no." Satan raises a brow, "What's wrong, MC?" You grin sheepishly, "I maybe might've accidentally not on purpose started that rumour?..." Satan laughs in your face. Handsome bastard. "It's not funny!" "It is a little funny..." You gasp, eyes lighting up mischievously, "We should write a fanfic!" Satan tilts his head, "And why would we do that?" "Because the world deserves a Slowburn Michael x Solomon fic?" "Nope." "Pleaseee Satan! I'll pay you!" "Nope." "It'll annoy Luci?" "Tempting..." "I'll give you a kiss?" "I'm in. Let's write the best Michael x Solomon the Devildom's ever seen." You shake Satan's hand. Maybe you should've been reincarnated as a demon.

🩷🩷ASMODEUS 🩷🩷

Finds out through one of his gossip circles relatively fast.

He wants to get more details so he can tell you later! <3

By far one of the more supportive brothers

So he finds Solomon, who knows maybe he could give some advice!

Michael was strange, but he was always nice to Asmo growing up in the celestial realm, he might as well make sure one of his best friends is treating his former brother right <3

"Hiya Sol!~" Asmo smiles excitedly, pulling the sorcerer in for a hug, pouting when he pulled away again. "I cant believe you never told me! Ugh~...you must've been scared I wouldn't accept you!~ Poor thing...~" Solomon blinks slowly, his usual shit-eating grin replaced with pure confusion, lost in his own rant, Asmo doesn't notice. "Well! You have my blessing!~" "For what?" "For your relationship with Michael, silly!~" Asmo giggles, Solomon takes a deep breath. "For my what." A pause pauses all sound for a moment, only for a moment, before like all other moments, they begin the cycle of movemnt again. Solomon nods rather calmly, "Maybe I shouldn't have turnt MC into a sheep....or maybe I should do it again as payback...." He says to himself Asmo sighs, so it was just a rumour then....

He does still post a link to your fanfic on his Devilgram story, because he's so supportive! <3

No one tell Michael, or Lucifer pretty please

❤️❤️BEELZEBUB❤️❤️ & 💜💜BELPHEGOR💜💜

Being a member of the Anti-Lucifer League, Satan told Belphie who told Beel after taking a nap.

Beel, being the absolute legend that he is didn't really have any opinions on it. As long as they're happy :)

Belphie sits in on the fanfic plot planning sessions you and Satan host, with Beel sometimes joining and giving surprisingly interesting plot twists.

Belphie cackles when Beel tells Lucifer of the rumours, shortly before the first chapter of Forbidden Fruits is published.

Satan and You stand by the whiteboard in the attic, various spider diagrams and bullet points are written messily upon it, only this time, it's not a plan to 'prank' Lucifer. (Are they really pranks if they never succeed?) The sound of munching can be heard as Beel works away happily on a bag of crisps, offering everyone some as you work. "What if we made Solomon run after Michael in the rain." Belphie drawls out lazily, not even looking up from where he lies beside Beel. You stare at Belphie, "What is with you and the people chasing after people in the rain trope?" Belphie sticks his tongue out at you in response. Beel shakes his head. "That wouldn't be accurate. Michael hates getting his hair wet." Belphie smiles, "Good point Beel." Satan makes a sound of contemplation. "What if...we had Michael chase Solomon in the rain instead? The fact he hates getting his hair wet could show just how much he loves Solomon..." You laugh, imagining the scene in your head. "But why is Michael chasing Solomon?" Belphie smirks, "Because Michael said something bad about humans during a fight, Solomon got upset and ran like a maiden." Beel stops munching on his snacks, looking down approvingly at his twin. "That's really smart Belphie." "Thanks Beel." Belphie grins. "Yeah Belph, your angstiness is really paying off." You tease. "Oh shut up MC." He glares at you, but there's no real weight behind it. "Theyre right you know." Satan smirks. "I heard you blasting Paramore and MCR earlier." "Its good music!"Belphie says definsively. "Besides, it keeps me awake. Goodnight." He mutters, laying his head on his twins lap before closing his eyes. Five minutes of silence later, Beel opens his mouth, "He does wear eyeliner a lot when he's in our room y'know?" "Beel!" You and Satan laugh, Beel just smiles happily at everyone getting along. Belphie devises a plan to make you dream pigeons are going to take over the world tonight as payback.

im on a Lucifer being bullied by Michael spree rn 🧍‍♂️ also you can't convince me that Satan and Belphie aren't soso similar to Lucifer bc at the end of the day they're all just angsty emo teens <3

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ms--lobotomy · 4 months

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Hello! You've asked for promts, I will give you some

What about something general? Like confessing, reaction to hugs, first kiss?

You can write one of these. I really prefer if it will be for every primarch,but if you can't it's ok.

Sorry for my english, it's not my native language. Good luck!

hi anon! your english is wonderful, even as a native speaker i struggle sometimes haha. i'll do your first kiss with each primarch! i hope you like it :D

LION EL'JONSON- You had to initiate this one. Not because he wasn't interested, but because he genuinely could not tell how interested you were. "Lean down, please." His breath was hot on your face, and his expression was scrunched into one of confusion. You were finally close, you couldn't afford to mess it up now. You wrapped your arms around his neck and met his lips with yours. It took a few seconds for him to reciprocate, but when he did, he pressed you against the ground and began to take control.

???- You kissed them so well they faded out of existence. Oops. Or rather, good job?

FULGRIM- You were in bed together, laying on the finest silks the Imperium could produce. You were idly chatting about something unimportant, and there was a lull in the conversation. His features weren't exactly hardened to begin with, but you could see his expression soften as he took your face in his hands. He just looked at you for a second, before pulling you in for a slow kiss. You could feel him slip into your mouth, only slightly, as you melted in his hands.

PERTURABO- He crankily tinkered with a small machine. You had no idea a man so large could operate tools so small, but he kept surprising you as long as you knew him. "Surely you deserve a break, my lord," you said. "If only so you don't get burnt out." In a moment of tolerance, he picked you up and set you upon his lap, straddling him. His expression didn't change. But he wordlessly leaned down and pulled your face up, and you were locked in a kiss in a short moment of peace.

JAGHATAI KHAN- Remote locations. Grassy planets. Motorbikes. You'd become quite accustomed to these since you began your relationship with the Fifth. You'd stopped to make camp for the night and watched the stars come out, one by one. He put his arm around you, staring up alongside you. You sat there in silence for a while, before you felt him tilt your chin towards him. And before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

LEMAN RUSS- You were arguing. It was over something dumb, something like whether a straw has one or two holes. To make matters worse, it was in front of so. Many. Of his sons. Who were throwing their opinions in left and right. Right after you made your point, he grabbed your shirt with one hand and lifted you close to him with the other. The kiss was immediate, his lips were rough on yours.

ROGAL DORN- He was working on schematics for... something, and you were idly sitting in his lap, watching as he calculated incomprehensible numbers with nothing but pen and paper. He sighed, and scribbled some of them out before turning you around to face him. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and the two of you sat like that for a second before he worked kisses up from your neck to your lips.

KONRAD CURZE- He's so emotionally stunted, he went in for it at the worst. Possible. Time. After he had erected an effigy at the foot of your bed made of... skin and bones, maybe. Tactfully, you asked him if it could reside somewhere else. And then he knelt down, folded you in his arms and went in for the kiss. It was rough and unpracticed, but at least (?) it was genuine.

SANGUINIUS- He was in flight, with you under his arm. You were high enough that you could fall to your death if he dropped you, but his grip was firm. His wings were spread out and his feathers fluttered in the air. You tilted your head up to get a glimpse of your beloved, and you could feel the two of you diving down as he gave you a short but sweet kiss on the lips. You grabbed onto him as the ground approached quicker than what was comfortable, but he steadied himself and you stayed in the air.

FERRUS MANUS- He was busy at work on his next weapon. It was still comparable to a metal rod. He was concentrating, and you wanted to rile him up. So you asked him silly questions. "When would it be ready?" "Why did it look so... rodlike?" He sighed and put down his equipment and the red-hot weapon, at a stopping spot. He said nothing, yet stared at you with annoyance and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. The kiss came as a surprise, and it was quick, and he got back to work after.

???- Never kissed anyone in their life, and never will.

ANGRON- Oh? You thought CURZE was emotionally stunted? Lol. LMAO. He was recounting his days in the arena to you as you held his hand. If words weren't enough to tell you how angry he really was, his eyes gave it away. You put a hand on his shoulder, something you had to contort yourself to do. He sighed and picked you up after finishing his sentence, gruffly mashing his face into yours. It wasn't much of a kiss, but you would learn together.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN- He called you into his office, with papers messily laying around his desk. You watched him pace around the room for a few seconds, his face a scarlet red, before he wordlessly grabbed your arm, cleared a space on his desk, and sat you upon it. You could see him tower over you, feel him tilt your chin up, and you knew that he was deliberating what to do for the final time before his lips slammed into yours.

MORTARION- It started with a hug. One that you had initiated, one that he had hardly expected. You could only wrap your arms around his waist at the highest. You looked up at him. You saw the beginnings of a glare on his face before his expression softened. He knelt down to your level and sighed, contemplating... something. He closed his eyes, his face coming ever so slightly closer to yours. You decided to seal the deal.

MAGNUS THE RED- It was on a private library date. You were looking at him, wondering if you should go in for it, while he was reading an unrelated book. He kept looking back up at you, though. Smirking at you. Toying with you. Your gazes met, and his smirk became a full on grin before he stood up suddenly. He scooped you up in his arms, brushing his lips across yours before he finally went in for it.

HORUS LUPERCAL- You were idly looking out into the stars, lost in thought. Before too much time had passed, though, you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see Horus, who knelt down to your level. You thought that he was busy, but he must not have been. He lingered there for a moment, taking you in before an "I love you" escaped his lips. He grabbed your waist and pulled you in, pushing a slow kiss onto your lips.

LORGAR AURELIAN- The Urizen spoke of powers above him with religious fervor. Even in the privacy of your quarters, the words bled from him incessantly. The problem was, you were in bed with him and you were trying to sleep. He held you in front of him, and you turned to face him mid-sentence. And before that sentence ended, your lips were on his. He was stunned for a few seconds, but he returned the kiss.

VULKAN- The stove was a little high for you, but you'd decided to cook a nice meal for your lover regardless. You wanted to keep it a surprise, but his large figure appeared in the doorway before you could finish. You gasped, trying in vain to hide the act from him, but he laughed and knelt to your level anyways. His breath was warm on your face, and his kiss was even warmer.

CORVUS CORAX- You'd come to expect him out of the strangest places. His presence was comforting, even when you were unprepared for it. And unprepared you were, as he stepped out of the shadows while you were getting ready for the day. He looked you up and down for a few seconds, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

ALPHARIUS OMEGON- You weren't sure whether this was Alpharius or Omegon, but you knew that he was one of the two because he was slightly taller than the average space marine. It became a game you played with yourself. While he was talking with you, you tried to discern which brother you were talking to. You were right... half of the time. While you were staring and thinking, he planted a quick kiss on your lips. You were too stunned to make a guess.

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celiciaa · 9 months

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ELBERT GREETIA MAIN ROUTE....

CHAPTER ONE.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

trigger warning: blood

minors and ageless blogs dni.

In a quiet room with the sound of rippling waves, I pierce the butterfly's back with a needle.

——It’s another beautiful thing I have acquired.

I simply stare at the bright scales of butterflies spreading their wings in the picture frame, as if praying.

This will surely make the "two" happy.

Surely, surely——

A night has passed since the day I saw a spectacle that I shouldn't have seen in London at midnight.

I was able to avoid being killed by carrying out my duties as a "fairy tale master",

Time passed with no sense of reality, and I was once again greeted by the darkness of the night.

——From now on, I will accompany the crown on a mission for the first time.

Roger: Is the inn in question around the next crossroads?

Alfons: According to the information given in advance, yes.

Elbert:….

Mr. Roger, Mr. Alfons, and Lord Elbert——

I was walking through London at night with three companions.

Kate: I thought you said that a certain inn was a temporary storage place for…stolen art.

I was closely observing the "cursed" crowns’ behavior,

As it is my role as a "fairy tale master" to write them down.

(I want to fulfill my responsibilities properly, win their trust so that they can release me.)

(I still can't keep up with them…but I have to do my best.)

Roger: Don't be so hard on yourself, young lady.

Alfons: We are just going to investigate the actual situation, so it won't be too bloody. Surely.

Elbert:…..

Kate: Thank you for your concern, Mr. Roger, and Mr. Alfons.

(Well...if it is my job to write about the sins of the "cursed ones", then I must know about the "cursed".)

Kate: May I ask you all about your "curse"…?

Alfons: Fufu, our dear robin is very studious, isn't she?

Alfons: Lord El is the “Queen of Greed” and Roger is the “Traitor Hunter”. And I'm cursed with the "mirror".

Kate: Queen, hunter, mirror…..

Alfons: I wonder if those who appear in the same fairy tale are destined to interact with each other. (Snow white)

Roger: Haha. Where is Team Snow White?

Alfons: I'm very uncomfortable being lumped in with you, though.

Roger: Don't say that. Right, young lady?

Kate: Ahaha. I agree….

They both speak to me in a friendly way.

I am glad for their concern, but I can't help but smile.

(People who commit crimes on a daily basis…..)

(I'm just afraid to look them in the eye and talk to them.)

Elbert:…What's wrong?

Kate:…Eh?

With Lord Elbert’s words, I suddenly realized that the distance between them was widening.

Except for Lord Elbert, who stopped for a moment, the other two were moving on.

Elbert:…Are you all right?

Kate: I'm sorry, I was spacing out and...! I was thinking.

Elbert: I see. ….Be careful not to get lost.

Just as I was about to get back on my feet——

Elbert:….!

A passing man bumped into Lord Elbert.

Drunk man: Ha? What is it? What a strange, pretty person you are.

A man with staggered legs, barely able to stand upright, looks drunk.

Elbert:….

Drunk man: Let's have a drink, brother. With your treat. Ahahaha.

Elbert:…My apologies. I'm in a hurry.

Drunk man: Ah? Do you want to get your pretty face all messed up?

Lord Elbert is surprisingly unresistant to drunk people.

(I'm not sure what's going on, should I call Mr. Roger and Mr. Alfons?)

Kate: U–Umm…!

It was the next moment when impatience and question marks intersected on his head.

Drunk man: Uu…uuu…why did you throw me away…Eliza… *sobs*

Kate:…Eh?

The man who had been involved with Lord Elbert broke down and cried on the spot without warning.

(What happened all of a sudden…?)

Alfons: Your ability is still a joke as ever, I see.

When Alfons turned his heels, he approached Lord Elbert and laughed.

Kate: You mean…Lord Elbert’s ability is a joke?

Alfons: Yes. It awakens the saddest memories of those who stepped on the shadow.

Alfons: In other words, the other person becomes extremely depressed and dejected.

Roger: It's an ability that works better with people who've been through hard times, but the downside is that he has to choose the right person.

Kate: Depressed….

Still unable to stand up, I just stare at the man crying by the side of the road like an infant.

(This is Lord Elbert’s power.)

After seeing William's spectacular power to force people to commit suicide, it seemed like such a small power.

But——

Elbert:…I'm in a hurry. ....I’m sorry.

And then Lord Elbert used that seemingly insignificant power on a drunken man,

He looked sad as if he had committed a cruel crime.

(…Well, that's a little surprising.)

(I guess the cursed ones aren't exactly accustomed to using their powers either.)

Elbert:…Let’s go.

As we pass each other, Lord Elbert's hair shimmers in the street light.

His golden hair fluttering in the night breeze and his sorrowful profile subconsciously catch my eye.

(….How beautiful he is.)

His beauty was so overwhelming that I forgot for a moment my fears about the mission ahead.

Alfons: Well, the alley is ahead. We can find the inn we were aiming for.

Elbert: Yes.

Then Mr. Roger tilted his head while staring at the dimly lit alley.

Roger: Something strange. I can see a cheap hotel, and I'm sure there were quite a few guests.

Roger:…There is only one human heartbeat.

Kate: Heartbeat…?

I listen carefully, but all I can hear is a small whistling sound.

Alfons: Abnormal hearing is what this man is capable of.

Roger: At a distance of roughly 100 yards, I can tell exactly their location without looking.

Kate: That's great. ......But does that mean there is only one person at the inn?

Roger: Well, yeah.

Kate: Why on earth…..

Alfons: There's only one way to find out.

When I turned the corner into the alley that leads to the inn's back entrance——

(….!!)

——There was a horrifying sight.

Several bloodied people are lying in the alleyway.

A large amount of blood was spreading in the hallway seen from the open back door of the inn.

Kate:….Aah——

My instincts are telling me to run away.

However, as if sewn into place, my legs froze and I couldn't move.

At that moment——

My body was strongly pulled back, blocking the bloodstained scene.

Kate:…!?

My cheeks are pressed tightly against the soft, high-quality cloth.

(Blue cravat.)

Kate: Lord Elbert….?

When I finally realized that Lord Elbert was holding me close, I tried to raise my head.

Lord Elbert's hand was stronger than that, refraining my movements.

Elbert: ——You don't have to look.

(Eh…?)

Elbert:…Because sad memories can easily kill you.

Elbert: So, you don’t have to look.

A sad voice whispers in my ear.

Elbert: You have…nothing to do with what happens here.

Elbert:…You don’t have to carry on what you don’t have to take on. **

(Lord Elbert….)

His voice sounded like a prayer.

He was protecting me with his hand and hugged me tightly.

For some reason, I feel as if I am being clung to, and I hesitate to resist.

(Lord Elbert….you look like you're scared of something.)

Roger: This guy...is an innkeeper and a guest.

Alfons: Judging by the way he's dressed, I'd say there's no doubt about it.

I was listening to the voices of the two people watching the scene while being hugged, at that time——

???:….Uuu…uu…..

( ! That voice just now…..)

Mr. Roger's words about a single heartbeat come back to mind.

Kate: My apologies….!

Elbert:…!

Instinctively, I pushed back Lord Elbert’s chest and lifted my face.

I looked around and saw a woman lying on the corner of an alleyway, moving faintly.

(That woman….)

Kate: Is she okay….!?

Roger: We're not out of the woods yet, but it's dangerous.

Mr. Roger, who had rushed to her before I did, frowned and muttered something to me.

Roger: She needs immediate attention. Take her to the nearest hospital——

Roger:….!

Kate: Mr. Roger? What’s wrong?

Roger: The police are coming. Two….No, three of them.

(Police…?)

Alfons: Then there's no need to stay long. Let's move on.

(What!?)

Kate: What about this woman——?

Roger: Our mission(The crown) is confidential. We have to lay low for now.

Mr. Roger's annoyed profile makes it clear that he doesn't mean what he says, and he swallows his rebuttal.

(But what if the police didn't notice her….?)

I quickly took out a handkerchief and pulled it over the lamp directly above her.

(This should be enough to keep her from being identified. I'm sure they’ll notice her as soon as possible….)

While praying for her safety, I followed the three of them and hid in the shadows.

I will ask how things are going from a little distance away——

The police arrived and I saw her being carried away immediately.

Kate:…I’m glad….

(…I hope she’ll be safe.)

Elbert:….

——We had to call it a day and return to the castle.

But I couldn't eat the food that was brought to my room, nor could I sleep…..

In order to change my mind, I was walking alone in the garden that was too large.

━━FLASHBACK━━

(Tonight, I've only witnessed the aftermath of someone's crime.)

(But someday I may end up seeing such a scene made by the crowns’ hands.)

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(I don't know if I'm capable of….writing it down.) // (I don't know if I can….write that down.)

While thinking about such things, as I walk along the path——

(…..Lord Elbert?)

I found Lord Elbert gazing at the flowers in a daze.

It was like he’s wearing a veil of moonlight. The sight of this painting-like figure again captivated my eyes.

Elbert: Hm…oh…it’s you. Good evening.

Kate: Good evening, Lord Elbert….

Lord Elbert must have sensed something when he saw my face, and tilted his head languidly.

Elbert:….Can't sleep?

Kate:…Yes. So, for a change, I'm going to take a walk.

Elbert: I see….

Kate: What are you doing here, Lord Elbert?

Elbert: I suppose…I'm in a similar case. …..I've always been a short sleeper.

Kate: I see…..

Elbert: That's why…I can become someone to talk to when you can't sleep.

Kate:….!

The way his words seem to be soft and gentle made me feel better.

(If it had been last night, I might have been wary of even his thoughtfulness…..)

Kate:…Thank you very much.

Aware of my wariness, which was beginning to fade, I took one step at a time toward Lord Elbert.

(That's right...just now, I still haven't been able to say thank you properly.)

Kate: Thank you for protecting me earlier.

Elbert:….No. ….In the end, I showed you a cruel sight.

Kate: I wanted to see it, so don't worry.

I tried to sound cheerful, but Lord Elbert looked at me as he narrowed his eyes painfully.

Elbert: If they hadn't taken you to that place...you never would have tried to see it.

Elbert: You’re different from us. …..You shouldn't have come here.

Elbert:…Sin doesn't suit you.

Lord Elbert’s emotions don't show up very often. nevertheless….

I could see the unclouded pity in his eyes, which were like the bottom of the deep sea.

(You're the one whose sins don't suit you.)

At that time——

━━FLASHBACK━━

Even though there was no knife or bullet pointed at me, and my life was not in danger, he tried to protect me.

(I'm sure...so that my heart won't be hurt by the cruel sight.)

(That time, the strength of his arm.)

(It was as if he was afraid I would get hurt.)

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(If he didn't feel anything at that scene, he wouldn't have done that.)

I was told that the people of the Crown feel the same fears, anxieties, and sadness as I do——

I realized again what is very obvious.

Kate: You are very kind, Lord Elbert.

Elbert:….That's not true.

I cherish people's thoughts and feelings. That was my goal in life.

(That's why I chose to work as a postwoman.)

(No matter what kind of crimes Lord Elbert and the others commit from now on, the feelings that are there and——)

Kate:….Thank you for your concern.

Kate: But it's okay if you don't protect me this time.

Elbert:…Why?

Kate: You may come to know a lot of things would be happier if you didn't know.

Kate: I want to know what you are thinking….as you face these things.

I smiled, wanting to respond to Lord Elbert's inclination to be kind, even if only a little——

Elbert:…..

But Lord Elbert stared at me without blinking.

(….?)

The eyes that were fixed on me were very serious, and I instantly felt uncomfortable.

(Ah...I wonder if it was rude to say that you don't have to protect me this time, even though you're worried about me.)

I felt that his overwhelmingly beautiful face became even more powerful when he became silent, and I couldn't help but gasp.

Kate: Umm….

Elbert:….Stay still.

As we suddenly closed the distance, Lord Elbert brushed my hair.

Elbert:…There were petals in your hair.

Kate:…Uh.

Kate: Thank you very much….

(….I see. He was just looking at the petals.)

(I’m glad…)

To calm my beating heart down, I quietly stepped away from Lord Elbert for a little while.

Kate: Well then, if you'll excuse me. I should get some sleep for tomorrow.

Elbert:…Do you think you can sleep?

Kate: Yes, thanks to Lord Elbert.

Elbert: I see...then, good for you.

Elbert:…Good night, Kate.

Kate: Good night, Lord Elbert.

(….I don't know why.)

(But I can't stop thinking about the way Lord Elbert looked at me just now…..)

His abyssal blue eyes burning into mine.

Even after I turned on my heel, his gaze seemed to follow me from behind——

Oddly enough, my heart was stirring. // Strangely, my chest felt tight.

The next morning, my steps to the dining hall were lighter than yesterday.

Kate: Good morning.

William: Good morning. ….Your complexion looks better this morning.

Roger: See? She came here all right, didn't she?

Alfons: I suppose I lost the bet.

Kate: O—Oh, you were betting?

Alfons: Indeed. By now I was betting that you would tear the curtains apart and tie them back together and escape through the window.

(They even thought I was escaping…..)

Liam: This morning, Victor's special scones with extra butter! Kate, do you have an appetite?

Kate: Yes! I missed dinner yesterday and I am starving.

Alfons: Fufu, you are surprisingly strong.

(I'm still a little nervous...but I think I can manage.)

When I decided to face their thoughts and feelings this morning, I was able to look into their faces more closely than I had yesterday.

Elbert is staring at Kate as she begins to eat while exchanging words with everyone.

Elbert:…Al, isn’t she beautiful?

Alfons: No, not at all?

Elbert:…I don't think so.

Alfons:…..

Alfons: This is going to be a little...troublesome.

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keenzinemugstudent · 1 year

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Clark Kent x black thicc fem reader! Clark accidently walks on you changing and he stays to watch you.

⚠️Warning a bit of soft NSFW so if you a minor respectfully get tf out please⚠️

Clark was outside your apartment holding flower's repeating his apology in his head over and over again so he wouldn't mess up. He was supposed to take you out to the movies but he was busy which she understood completely until you showed up at his apartment only to see him and Lois in a lip lock. You'd been avoiding him since than, he tried to apologize countless times but she just said that it was fine and just ignore him whenever she had the chance. So here he was in front of your door holding your favorite flowers and snacks in hand to make up for the movie night.

"Okay Clark you can do this just knock on the door and hopefully she'll accept the apology." He took a deep breath in and knocked twice

"Y/n? It's me you home?" There was no answer he looked under her plant where there was a spare key that she gave him he was surprised it was still there seeing as how mad she's been at him he thought she'd threw it away. He unlocked the door stepping into the apartment it was clean and he could smell fresh made coffee and cookies. He set the flowers in chocolate down on the sofa trying to see if it could find you anywhere in the room that's when he heard your panicked voice coming from the bedroom.

"Oh my god!" He rushed over to see if you were okay he stopped and what he saw made me question his life.

"Diana I can't believe you got me this!" You said spinning around in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a black laced lingerie (🔝picture at the top🔝) which fit your body perfectly Clark hide behind the door feeling his face going warm this was a big surprise for him he was so used to seeing you in baggy clothes this was new.

"Think of it as an early birthday gift." He could hear Diana's voice over the phone. Your birthday was only in a couple of days but Diana away on business and wouldn't be back on time. Y/n squeals posing in front of the huge mirror. Clark just keep watching, feelings his breath go shallow and even unloosed his tie feeling like it was choking him which was impossible of course but still! Seeing his long time friend dressed in nothing but lingerie made it heard to breath. Of course he always thought you were a beautiful young woman but this was different from what he usually saw you wear. It bothered him but not in a bad way but lord have mercy he didn't know you had THAT kind of body! And the thoughts he was having about you wasn't helping!

"I'm surprised you were even able find any in my size Diana." You sat on the bed stretching your hands above your head to pop your back causing your breast to bounce a bit. Clark clenched his fist already feeling his pants tighten he watched you cross your smooth legs and as you reached a hand up to move a bit of braided hair from your face you weren't wearing makeup not that you needed it because he always thought you were beautiful.

"Well I had a bit of help from Bruce." Diana says teasing.

That bastard! Clark had a glare on his face from hearing that and seeing the blush on your face wasn't making it any better.

"Well uh tell him I said thanks I guess?"

"Haha I was just joking little one. I bet if I said it was a gift from Clark you'd be fine with it." Your blush got bigger which surprised Clark a lot.

"Speaking of Clark...I wonder if I should call him or not? I mean I've been avoiding him the whole week and I'm starting to feel bad about it Diana." The sad tone in your voice caused Clark to frown.

"Maybe send him a text?"

"And say what? 'Hey Clark sorry I've been avoiding you but hey I'm jealous that your girlfriend gets to kiss your delicious lips and not me!' Yeah that'll fix everything!" You yelled out falling backwards on the bed He let out a small chuckle, you thought his lips were delicious?

You got up from the bed and Clark watched your backside which made him let out a low groan in the back of his throat. Fuck he shouldn't be here. He needed to leave but his feet wouldn't move, all he could do was watch you go pick up a bag and pull up another set of lingerie this time it was red.

"Maybe if I'm lucky someone will get to see me wearing these." You blush at the idea with a shy smile, Clark leaned on the door way which caused the door to slightly open wide.

"Maybe that lucky someone will be the man of steel of himself. It would definitely surprise him."

Oh Diana didn't know how right she was, it definitely surprised the man of steel. Both women said goodnight to each other hanging up on both sides.

"Oh! That's right I have coffee and cookies downstairs a perfect time for a snack!" Before Clark could react you had already turned towards the door and stopped when you saw a familiar face.

"C-clark ?!" He froze he's been caught you stood there looking at him with shock and embarrassment looking around the room trying to find something to cover yourself with which was nothing but two small pillows to cover your chest and front bottom half.

"What are you doing here?!" You yelled at the red in the face reporter who was stuttering out to answer.

"I-i came to apologize, I knocked but you didn't answer."

"So you walked into my apartment?!"

"I used the spare key..." He looked down feeling guilty it was silent between the two you were the one to speak.

"How long...how long have you been standing there?"

"Since you thanked Diana for the gifts." She blushed dropping the pillows causing his eyes to go wide but quickly covered them.

"That's means you heard our whole conversation?!"

"Y-yes but-"

"No! No! No!"

You hid your face in your hands and in this very moment you wished a villain could crash through the apartment but then again you didn't want anyone else to see you in this type of clothing this whole situation was just embarrassing!

"I'm sorry I should leave..." just as he turned to leave your soft spoken voice stopped him on his tracks.

"W-wait!"

He turned to look at you as you let out a deep sigh removing your hands from your still red face walking towards him slowly hips moving as you walk he could only stand and watch as you get closer to him. When close enough you put your small hands on his chest moving up to his neck looking him straight in the eye.

"P-please don't leave... I want you too stay." he wanted to say no...move her away...tell her It was wrong he had to think about his relationship he tried to think about Lois but he could only think about you. You were the first person who found out about his secret and didn't tell anyone. You were there when he wanted to find his parents and supported him the most when his father died. The Zod innovation... being there for his mother when he died. He did love Lois but...

He noticed your lips getting closer to his, he also leaned down wanting a taste of your lips, but stopped himself it was wrong.

"Y/n...we shouldn't.." he said he didn't know if he was talking to you or to himself but you looked down shyly looking at his pants were there was tent.

"I think you want to stay Clark." You got on your toes to kiss his forehead...both his cheeks than the corner of his lips he let out a small sigh feeling your soft lips on his face than started to reach down to his neck he put his hands on your hips feeling how soft they were in his hands. It kept everything inside not to break to not pin you against the wall and have his way with you. He was so surprised because you were such a sweet and shy woman he didn't think he'd see you trying on lingerie and make a move on him, fuck!

"Clark?" He let out a hmm letting her know she had his full attention.

"Do you...do you want me to stop? I don't want to ruin our friendship or your relationship so please stop me from doing something stupid." you say looking up at his blue eyes both hands on his cheek's he starred into your eyes feeling conflicted about this. He could hear both his and your heart beating fast at the same rhythm, both were in sync wanting the same thing, he shook his head.

"I think...i think I should leave." When saying these words your face fell. He sighs gently kissing her hands.

"Your so beautiful Y/n...i want to so badly take you right here but God I-i can't it wouldn't be fair to you or to Lois..."

You have a nod looking down at the floor he saw a tear fall which made him feel even worse. He forced himself away from your body but that's when he felt his phone vibrate pulling it out, it was a message from Lois, she cancelled having dinner with him saying she was going out of town for a report which was gonna be a while month one she didn't bother telling him anything about! He clenched his phone almost breaking it that's when he heard your voice.

"Clark? Are you okay?" He removed his attention from the phone and back to you you had a cover over your figure and was giving him a worried look even after making her upset she still wanted to know if he was okay. The woman who's always been there for him and has admitted to having feelings for him for quite a while of time maybe his relationship with Lois was just a some part of him wanting to feel human or maybe as thank you he wasn't sure but he knew that he didn't want to leave you he wanted to stay here.

"......I've changed my mind." He watched as her beautiful eyes went wide and a cute blush form on her cheeks.

he took off his glasses setting them on the desk on his left side walking forward, gently grabbing your face wiping away the tears starting to appear.

"But what about Lois?" You say putting hands on his chest you were unsure about this you didn't like Lois but go you wanted Clark so much now was the perfect chance.

"Let's not think about her...just focus all your attention on me okay?" He says kissing her forehead, nose, cheeks than finally her lips causing her to let out a small gasp in shock he could feel her hands on his back grabbing on his shirt.

"W-wait Clark I'm... I've never-"

"Shh I know you've never done this before right?" You slowly nod, "well as an apology I'll make you feel amazing tonight I promise." You look at him before whispering an "okay" hands shyly on his belt buckle he gave a small smile than went back too kissing your lips walking into the bedroom closing the door behind them.

He was going to make up for everything that's he's put you through for both their sakes.

He'd have to thank Diana for the lingerie set later

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I can't believe I fucking write....this I cannot believe I fucking write this omg I'm honestly blushing like crazy guys you don't understand how embarrassed I was while making this don't forget to comment I got to go cool down a bit

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koolades-world · 4 months

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OK OMG this is so fun so sorry for the long wait, also taking inspo from honkai star rail's heliobi which are basically little fire guys that take a host and feed off their emotions and uses their deepest desire against them which either kills them directly, or drives them insane! fun right?

part one can be found here if you haven't read it or want to reread it haha

dance of the haunted (part two)

Instead of running home, Satan began to run towards the Demon Lord's palace. He still wasn't sure what Lucifer could want, but he thinks it would be wisest to get Diavolo and Barbatos first. He quickly barged in the front door without knocking. Little D's crowded around him, asking what was wrong. He ignored them.

"Barbatos! We need to talk!" He yelled out. Like magic, Barbatos was behind him, a hand on his shoulder.

"What's the matter? No need to yell." He tried to quiet down the disturbed demon.

"I think Lucifer might want to harm Mc over this journal I found. I found it one time at a bookstore and it was Lilith's and it spoke to me as her and I don't really know if it was her and..." Satan began to ramble, spilling out everything at once.

"Lucifer wanting to harm Mc? That seems out of character for him. Are you sure?" Barbatos hushed Satan again.

"I think. He called me asking me to bring Mc home with me, when the matters of this journal don't concern them at all. That journal gave me negative feelings overall and it makes me wonder if it asked for them specifically. I apologize for the lack of detail and how unclear this all is, but I just don't know." Satan confessed.

"Alright. I understand. I will go with you to check this out." Barbatos agreeded.

"Let's get Lord Diavolo too. He might be able to help." Satan sucked in a deep breath to calm himself down a little more.

"As you wish. I'll fetch the young master. Please wait here." Barbatos began to walk away. Satan turned away to pay attention to the chattering, worried Little D's and when he turned back, Barbatos had simply disappeared. He tried to consul them, telling them that everything was going to be alright, but he couldn't even convince himself of that. At some point, Barbatos returned with Diavolo. Satan quickly ran through the story one last time for Diavolo, who seemed the most worried. Together they made their way to the House of Lamentation. They passed Purgatory Hall on the way there. They saw one light on in the kitchen with a shadow passing in front of it. Satan didn't know who it was, but he hoped they would remain safe. Satan dreaded arriving at the place he called home. He wasn't ready. But, did he really have a choice?

As soon he arrived, he decided to make their presence known. He slammed the door open. "I'm here, just as you requested, dearest brother." Satan snarled. A soft buzzing overhead could be heard overhead.

"And where is Mc?" Lucifer was standing with his arms crossed between the double staircases, just like he had predicted. He was in his demon form. His wings rustled, agitated.

“That’s none of your business.” He curtly answered. Barbatos stood behind him silently, while Diavolo started at Lucifer intently. "Where's the journal? I'm not here to mess around."

"How dare you hide something like that from me? Did you steal this?" Lucifer held the book in front of him, clutching it tightly.

"I found it at a bookstore and bought it. Why does it matter?" Satan was already frustrated. He let out a sharp breath of air from his nose.

"Because this is one of the few thing I managed to recover from the Celestial Realm. It went missing a while back and after finding this in your room I can only assume you are responsible." Lucifer pointed an accusatory finger at Satan.

"Don't you think you would have found it sooner? This is pointless. What do you even want?" Satan's tail lashed about behind him. He had transformed at some point. Barbatos opened his mouth, but paused as they heard a thump behind them. They turned around to see Beel with the sternest expression on his face Satan had ever seen. His arms were crossed and he started at them with dead, unreadable eyes.

"Lucifer, what is all this about? You know you can always talk to me, right?" Diavolo spoke up.

"You have no part in this conversation. You couldn't bring Lilith back to me. Nothing that comes out of your mouth matters anymore, Diavolo." Lucifer snapped back. Satan froze for a moment. He had never heard Lucifer address Lord Diavolo with such animosity. Diavolo paused too.

"That's absolutely no way to speak to your Prince, Lucifer." The tension in the room could have been cut with a knife. The way Diavolo spat out Lucifer's name was something Satan never thought he would hear, no less see them on separate sides of anything this serious. "You of all demons would know I did everything in my power to resolve the situation as best as possible. If I had done what you initially asked, we would have risked war with the Celestial Realm." Diavolo sighed, malice growing in his usually kind features.

"You took advantage of me. I knew what I was getting into but it wasn't clear that by save her, you would rip her away from me. Now, we can be together again, no thanks to you lousy idiots." Lucifer held the book out in front of him.

"Lucifer, what are you talking about?" Satan watched as Lucifer opened the green journal. A mysterious wind whipped up the pages and opened it to a specific page. A tiny woman popped out, sitting on the edge of the book. As she jumped off of it and onto the ground, she grew into a more normal size. She was beautiful, and eerily reminded Satan of Mc in a few ways he couldn't place. Looking into her eyes was just like looking into Mc's. However, instead of appearing fully fleshed out, she was opaque and flickered in and out of existence. Her hands passed though anything she touched. Her smile would have lit up the room if it didn't seem so empty. That had to be what Lucifer thought was Lilith. Based on the reactions of Diavolo and Barbatos, his fear was confirmed.

"Hello Luci!" She threw her arms around his middle. "I've missed you." Lucifer smiled a smile Satan had never seen before, something that was clearly reserved for Lilith. But, he knew that couldn't be Lilith. She had died so long ago. This wasn't his brother's sister. Like moths to a flame, his brothers began to appear, like they sensed her arrival.

“Lilith!” Asmo flung himself at her after basically leaping off the top of the staircase. Beel stepped out from behind them and stared in awe.

“It’s good to have you back.” Lucifer told her. Satan could’ve believe his eyes. Didn’t he see what Satan saw?

“I recognize those two. Prince Diavolo and his beloved attendant, Barbatos. It’s an honor to meet you.” She bowed, making Diavolo’s eye tick. “But I don’t recognize you. You must be Satan. Luci, you really should be thanking him. He freed me. He showed me that there was more than that book.” Lilith stepped into the middle of the room and reached a hand out. Satan stepped back. Lilith grimaced and stepped back to Lucifer. He put his arm around her shoulder. “Where Mc? I’ve heard so much about them and are dying to meet them.” Lilith looked around the room again.

"You can't be serious." Satan immediately knew that wasn't Lilith. The real Lilith was not only dead, but had some inkling of who Mc was, according to what they had told him.

"How dare you disrespect her like that!" Lucifer raised his arm to point, but Lilith lowered it for him.

"Pointing is rude. Maybe he doesn't believe I'm actually here. Ask me anything, my dear brother, that might make you believe me. How about your past with Mc, hmm?" She spoke with a sickly sweet tone that lured his brothers in successfully. He began to sweat, and briefly glanced at Barbatos and Diavolo. Barbatos was studying Lilith with an intesity he rarely saw. Diavolo met his eyes and nodded at him, as if to signal him to move forward with the plan he thought Satan might have.

But he didn't. He wracked his brain for a question good enough to ask that she also wouldn't know the answer to. Something small would sound stupid and probably be rejected. Suddenly the perfect question hit him like a sack of bricks.

A smile grew on his face. "This should be an easy one. This question is for Lilith, and Lilith only. Has Mc ever died?" It was so simple it was nauseating, but he knew she would not be able to answer it. The real Lilith knew about the moment her brother murdered Mc, but the fake did not. He hadn't told her when they first met, and since her brothers thought she was the real deal, they hadn't bothered to ask.

"Of course not! How else would they be here with us today? That reminds me, are they on their way? I'm just dying to meet them." The room froze at her casual response. A look of horror began to dawn on her brothers faces. Belphie seemed the most stunned.

"Lils?" Belphie quietly addressed her.

"Yes?" She turned to face her brother. Belphie opened his mouth to speak, but shut it again, at a loss for words. The faux Lilith scanned everyone's faces, realizing she had said something very wrong. Before she could address her mistake, the doors slammed open behind them.

It was Satan's turn to become horrified. Behind him stood Mc, Solomon, and Simeon. Mc looked weak, and every pact mark except his own was glowing brightly. Solomon also looked slightly drained, a slight pink glow emitting from underneath his shirt. More than anything, they both look distressed, as if they knew something was wrong with the demons they had a pact with.

"Satan! What's going on?" They stumbled in, a hand on their head.

"What are you doing here?" Satan lunged forward to catch them before they fell.

"Something is wrong. Everything burns. What aren't you telling me?" Mc groaned. He held them against himself, cradling them.

"I'm sorry, but now's not the time to explain. Just hang in there, ok? You're going to be alright." As he spoke, Mc began to visibly deteriorate in condition. Their body was wracked with tremors, trying their best to focus in on Satan's face. They placed their shaky hands on his face in an attempt to steady themselves and to retain focus on him. Solomon made retching noises and doubled over, holding his side. Satan had never seen the sorcerer react in such a way to anything.

"It's that book. You may have already realized, but that is not Lilith. It's merely a copy of her based on her memories." Barbatos spoke up and pointed an accusatory finger at the fake Lilith. A look of rage crossed her face.

"After all my hard work, all it took to unravel my illusion was a Lucifer ripoff? Ugh. Whatever, I'm almost ready anyways." She grabbed the book out of Lucifer's hand and held it to her chest. She was solid enough to touch things in the real world now. Like dominoes, the six brothers standing next to her collapsed, causing Mc and Solomon to worsen. Solomon fell onto all fours. Mc desperately looked into Satan's eyes, their grip slackening. Both of them were gasping for breath.

"Barbatos, what's wrong with them?" Simeon hoisted Solomon off the ground, lifting him like a feather. A quick look at his side where he had been grabbing showed that Asmo's pact mark had begun to dim. He searched Barabatos' eyes pleadingly.

"If I'm right about the creature we're dealing with, Solomon and Mc are indirectly having their souls drained due to their link with the brothers. Their strong emotions over being reunited with their sister allowed the creature to access their soul and in turn, the human's they're linked with. The brothers were alright for much longer due to the power imbalance. Solomon and Mc are merely humans. Solomon has so many pacts so his soul is divided, leading to 'cracks' and more weaknesses, so to say, and Mc is having most of their soul siphoned out. However, If a more powerful being, for example, Satan and I, were to channel power into them, it would sustain them temporarily, like setting up a barrier between the force and their soul." Barbatos took Solomon from Simeon and concentrated on his pact mark. It started to glow brightly, and caused Solomon to stir.

Satan wasn't sure when Solomon had shut his eyes. He was busy focusing on Mc. Their pact marks began to dim, their eyes beginning to also flutter shut for longer and longer between each blink. He didn't have to be told twice to concentrate all his being into channeling power into Mc. His pact mark began to glow brighter than he had ever seen it before.

"Young Master, Simeon. Destroy that book. We cannot keep this up for a prolonged amount of time. All of the energy we funnel into Solomon and Mc is effectively being taken by the false Lilith. We can only sustain until that book is taken care of." Barbatos looked at the two entities gathered around them. Faux Lilith was more focused on the fallen brothers than what was happening across from her.

"We won't let you down." Diavolo wasted no time charging her, sending flames that sprouted from his palms at her. They licked the book and singed her clothes. There was a noticeable stir in the grounded brothers and the humans. Simeon ran behind her and attempted to snatch to book from her. She ducked under his hands and dashed deeper into the house. After a quick glance back at the rest of the group, the two of them charged after her.

"Mc? Solomon? Are you with us?" Their grip on his face was so weak at this point, so he took one off his cheek to grip it tightly.

"Everything is blurry. Lean in closer." Mc relaxed into his arms and he got closer to peer into their eyes.

"I'm here, but I hope they hurry with that thing. At this point I feel like it might hurt less to just cut the pact mark off my body." Solomon was lightly shaking and grimacing.

"Are you in pain, Mc?" Satan noticed they hadn't said anything regarding how they were feeling.

"It feels like hot irons are being pressed to the pact marks. Don't stop whatever you're doing. It feels nice." They were quieter this time, and moved sluggishly.

"Don't worry. Diavolo and Simeon are going to put an end to this. It will get better, just hold on." They could hear the fight raging on somewhere else in the house, the kitchen based on the sound of pots and pans being flung. After they heard a shrill scream, the brothers began to stir again, and Solomon and Mc looked like they had just taken a breath of fresh air.

As Satan was about to ask how Mc felt again after the look on their face, the fight was brought back into the front room. This time, faux Lilith seemed to have a different goal in mind; Mc. She lunged at the two of them. Satan was quick to move. Barbatos hoisted Solomon onto his shoulder and moved back. She redirected to follow Satan's every move and tried to grab at Mc. Simeon and Diavolo rushed after her every time to no avail.

"What do you want with Mc?" He had his back to the faux Lilith, to hold himself between her and Mc.

"I need their body to complete my transformation. They're a real descendent of Lilith! If I use their body, I can finally be close to her again!" She gave Satan no time to think and rushed at him again. He fled up the stairs, planning to go to the one place he thought might keep her out.

He hurriedly climbed the long, twisty staircase to the attic. She was right on his tail. As he passed the threshold, he slammed the door shut with his tail, locking it. He looked around for anything that might be of use desperately, still clutching Mc to his chest. They seemed barely coherent, still trying their best to look at his face. If he tried to channel his power to use against Lilith, it would take away from what he was channeling into Mc, but it was all he had. She slammed on the door, starting to bash a small hole in it. Satan set Mc down on the bed that was always in the attic so he had time to search through everything in the attic for help. At this point, he noticed something long and shiny sticking out from under the bed. As he reached for it, he jumped back. It stung where he had made contact with it. He reached back under again, and despite the burning, he got it out into full view. He recognized it as Simeon's sword. It was blessed in several different ways, which was why he had issues picking it up. If he wanted to defeat this creature, he knew what he had to do.

As the door was finally broken through, he wielded the sword, despite the burns forming on his hand. He lunged at the faux Lilith, causing her to stumble back and onto the stairs again. She scurried past him and at Mc again and as she did, he caught sight of the book in her waistband. He knew he wouldn't be able to reach Mc in time at this rate, so he plunged the sword right into the book, and into faux Lilith. She collapsed to the floor, screaming loudly. Satan dropped the sword and hurried past her to stand between her and Mc. He watched as she disintegrated while writhing, leaving just the book behind, with a large gash right through the middle.

He jumped at the sound of Mc behind him. They were attempting to sit up, a hand on their head. "Mc! How are you feeling?" He sat beside them, holding their hand with his uninjured one.

"It feels like I got burnt, everything is spinning, and I kind of feel like throwing up but better than before. What happened?" They looked around. "How did we even get here?" They asked.

"Long story. Right now, we need to get you back downstairs to Barbatos. Everyone is probably waiting for us. Do you need a hand?" He got up and walked around to the side Mc was on.

"That would be nice." He extended an arm to them, which they took and hung off of. On their way out, he picked up the ruined book. It had begun to ooze a black substance.

"Do you mind grabbing Simeon's sword? I would, but it really stings." He opened his domainant hand to show them the outline of the sword in his hand from where he had held it.

"Satan! When did you get this?" They took his hand to spread his fingers while leaning against him for support, wincing as they did so.

"Just now. Also part of the long story. What's most important is getting you downstairs, Mc! Worry about me later, love." Mc gave him a quick glare, but did as he asked and picked up the sword. Together, they hobbled down the stairs and reunited with everyone else.

They were swarmed by the brothers who were on the ground last time they saw them. After seeing Mc hiss in pain and the holy blade, they moved back a little. Behind them was the others. Solomon was sitting on the ground, being tended to by Simeon and Barbatos.

"I believe this belongs to you." Mc held the sword out in front of them, catching Simeon's attention.

"Oh, thank you! I was wondering where it was sent when I lost it during the battle." He took the sword from them, to which it vanished after he briefly inspected it. "Now, come sit over here and let me look after you." After he saw Satan's hands, he made him sit down too.

"So, us three again, huh? Cats, am I right?" Solomon chuckled, causing the other two to laugh too.

"Do you remember anything? I just remember entering the house and staring at Satan." Mc asked Solomon.

"It's about the same for me. I remember getting here and almost throwing up, and that's it." As he was speaking, Barbatos moved around to his injured side and pulled up his shirt. "Barbatos, at least buy me dinner first." This earned him a strained, tight smile and a swat to the head. After seeing what Barbatos was looking at, the levity of the moment was drained. Over where his pact with Asmo was crusted over with a burn so deep in color you wouldn't be able to tell it was there if the pink glow wasn't emitting from the cracks in his skin. In contrast, his pact with Barbatos was baby smooth and looked refreshed.

"Is that what I'm going to look like?" With a gulp, they peeled off their shirt, and revealed the caked over pact marks. The only visible one was Satan's. It looked revitalized. Each of the burnt marks hurt to touch. The men around them looked a little embarrassed. As Simeon began tending to the burns and assessing the situation, the six brothers approached them again.

"I'm sorry, Mc, Satan, Solomon. For my reaction." Lucifer began his apology. Surprisingly, Satan interrupted him.

"It's not you're fault. It's the creature that possessed you. It's not you fault it went missing. It probably meant to find it's way back into our home. You wouldn't have known. I know this won't take away the guilt, but you just wanted to see her again. I don't blame you." He stunned Lucifer.

"I'll make it up to you. Thank you." Lucifer gently smiled at his younger brother, something he never thought he'd see. His brothers gathered around them, also apologizing. Mammon and Levi were in tears and Asmo was gripping Solomon so tightly he almost lost circulation.

As Lucifer took his injured hand, Satan looked around at everyone there, grateful to had been part of such a family.

SUPER SUPER proud of this one! honestly at first I didn't know where I wanted this to go but I am SO happy with it. I've def improved with fight scenes but I tried to avoid it because i never like them haha

but thank you all for patiently waiting! happy new year <3

all the people I promised to tag :D

@jasthelazyelf @boxofgasoline @clemtastica @cosmic-caffelatte @hananacchi @anxious-chick @smc-angl @exrellian @majesticselena @marvelous-maniac

#omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

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reds-skull · 5 months

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Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART][AO3 LINK]

Two chapters in the same day? It's more likely than you think.

I was on a roll, so I just wrote another one, hope you enjoy haha. Some real fun characters get introduced! I'm very excited. Also reading your tags is very fun ty all <3

The very day after their long chat, Ghost’s ears pick up Soap’s laughter when he enters mess. He and Gaz are sitting together, being menaces to society as they used to. The Scottish Sergeant spots him a few moments later, and practically beams at him.

Ghost doesn’t know enough good words to express his relief at the sight.

The two Sergeants wave him over obnoxiously, so he takes his morning tea and sits himself beside Gaz, filling his vision with Soap.

He and Garrick often drink tea together at the early mornings, and Soap notices the two mugs of identical beverage and mutters, “fuckin’ Brits…” while taking a sip of his own disgustingly black coffee.

Ghost kicks him lightly under the table and lets Gaz get blamed for it.

The three of them get summoned to Price’s office soon enough, and now they’re all expectantly standing at attention in front of the Captain.

Ghost distantly thinks of the amount of direct orders the lot of them disobeyed in the last week or so and internally cringes. Well, the good part of the day is certainly over.

“The amount of headaches you muppets give me will make me die before age 40, Reapers give me strength…” The man rubs at his eyes.

Ghost steps forward, “as their commending officer, I take full blame for the Sergeants’ misbehaving-”

“Oh I’m not punishing you will you stop with the formal tone Lieutenant” Price lets out a small chuckle, “but you all better be on your best behavior from here on out, that clear?”

“Yes sir!” they all chirp as one. Ghost thanks Price more privately in his thoughts.

“Now… I’m afraid I got bad news and good news.”

“The good news is that MacTavish is no longer under any other command beside mine.” The meaning of the words trickle through each soldier.

Soap looks the most grateful, eyes shining at Price with unwavering loyalty, “Thank you Captain”.

“Don’t thank me yet, son. I had to make some sacrifices for this transfer.” Price becomes annoyed, “we got a job to do.”

“What’s the catch?” Gaz raises an eyebrow.

“We’re under General Shepherd for this one, boys.”

Ghost’s fists curl like his stomach. His old CO. One of the bastards that signed on his original misuse of Limbo. If the residents of that empty void had enough soul left in them to understand the bigger picture, many of them would curse the General instead of him.

As it stands, he takes on all the burden of the General’s past sins. As always.

Price echoes in his head, “they wouldn’t let me take Soap otherwise. I’m sorry Simon.”

Ghost calms at that. If he has to do one last job for Shepherd to have Soap permanently join them, he’s willing to behave.

He knows Soap is worth it, somehow.

Turns out, Shepherd was just the gates to the hell that was this mission. International human trafficking ring, several soldiers missing along dozens of civilians, the suspected collaboration of ultranationalists from a handful of countries and one drug lord that only goes by “El Sin Nombre”.

The taskforce spends the week combing through the intel they have along with Laswell, trying again and again to make sense of this shitshow. The data doesn’t add up - there’s no reason for people all over the globe to be interested in the human trafficking. The majority of them are arms dealers and warmongers. If it was only military personnel, it would’ve made more sense, but what do civilians from Las Almas have in common with SAS soldiers?

Ghost was sitting at the 141 common room on one night, eyes burning and brain mushy from the amount of information he’s been trying to cram into it.

He takes a moment to survey the room. “Common room” isn’t really the right term for it; it was a small spot near their barracks, containing a tiny kitchen, a table and a couple old sofas. He was sitting at the table, where the lighting was the best, and reading through documents related to the PMC they spotted dealing with smugglers back in Switzerland.

Soap and Gaz were doing the same, but at some point have fallen asleep, now leaning against each other and snoring lightly. Gaz, as he often does, started floating in his sleep, leaving Soap barely hanging onto his legs.

Finding the view comical, he went over and pushed Garrick lightly. Like dominoes, they fell on top of each other, startling awake.

They both sputtered and blurringly looked up at Ghost. He dead panned and ordered, “go to sleep in your own beds, Sergeants.”

Soap was about to open his mouth to complain when Gaz yawned and took hold of the back of his shirt, dragging them both in the direction of their rooms. Not before Soap let out a small “g’night LT”.

Ghost would stay up a few more hours before he could reunite with his own bed.

They had a little more time left until the transport to Mexico, so Price decided to let them loose on the revenant training grounds.

Unsurprisingly, Ghost got authorization to use Limbo. Now that Shepherd is in charge, he expects it to happen quite often. He should’ve been at least a little glad about it, with Limbo potentially being calmer.

He can’t be.

His brain supplies him with ample nightmare fuel, mostly starring his taskforce teammates screaming at him from Limbo, calling him a monster.

Price’s eyes burn a permanent spot at the back of his head, taking in all those thoughts. The Captain does his best to distract him from that line of thinking, but Price isn’t always there to fill his mind with the calming smell of tea and the warming sun on a rainy day.

His attention returns to the junkyard, where Soap now stands. He looks as apprehensive as he did the last time they were there, but he looks up at Ghost, and they nod at each other.

Since what happened at his room, they became… closer. Soap trails after him often, chatting about everything and nothing. It helps with the incessant screaming in his head.

Soap punches a truck, blowing it with enough force that the soundwave shakes the watchtower. He has to admit, watching Soap at his element, destruction surrounding him, fire catching on his arms without burning him, a glint in his eyes that would make grown men piss themselves…

Ghost feels something bubbling inside him. It’s warm and strange, and he pushes it back down.

Soap tries the ‘rocket technique’ Gaz has been begging him to give a chance to. He drops to the ground, and blows the earth underneath him.

Ghost doesn’t know if to laugh or shout when the Sergeant actually launches up, flailing and screaming for dear life, before being caught by a giggling Gaz. The poor Scot hangs onto Gaz like a kitten stuck on a thin branch, and they both float safely to the ground.

They stop laughing quickly enough, when Price’s voice booms through all of their brains to howl at the Sergeants’ dangerous tricks.

Soap’s range goes far enough by now that he’s not spared.

The night before they’re to be transported to Mexico, Ghost observes Gaz sitting on the roof of their barracks, alone and staring up to the skies.

He spots a ladder nearby and quietly makes his way up, eventually sitting down next to Garrick. The Sergeant wasn’t surprised by his arrival, instead turning his head in acknowledgment.

“Price’s thought leaked the other day.” Gaz airs.

Ghost hums for him to go on.

He turns to look at him, “if it comes to you using Limbo when we’re nearby-”

“It won’t” Ghost grounds. He doesn’t need someone to affirm his fears.

“If it does,” Gaz bulldozes on, “I’ll make sure to get everyone out safe.”

He sharply turns to study Garrick. They have a small staring contest before Ghost rises up with a sigh, “make sure you’re out safe first, Gaz.”

The Sergeant doesn’t respond, but is taken by surprise when Ghost offers him a hand, “we have a long day tomorrow, best to get to sleepin’ Garrick.”

The other soldier frowns before huffing a small laugh, taking the offered hand and getting up as well, “thought the Ghost doesn’t need sleep.”

Ghost sighs miserably, “one of many myths I wish were true.”

The flight to Mexico is a boring 11-hour ordeal. Evidently none of the Sergeants got enough sleep last night and are now snoring away, this time with Gaz safely secured by seatbelts.

Ghost and Price remain vigilant, exchanging words in their minds from time to time, but mostly leaving Ghost to sink into his own memories.

Last time he was in Mexico was… his own Reaping.

He remembers the dirt caking his lungs, the squelch of decaying flesh under his fingertips. The constricting feeling in his chest, as if his body knew, it doesn’t have long to live.

And the jarring shift when he appeared above ground, turning around to see his own unmarked grave.

Ghost now sees those ladder-like patterns, swirling around the plane interior. Price and the Sergeants fade away, and he sees his Reaper forming, a being of multicolored flesh and six unsettling eyes, molten light leaking from where its mouth should’ve been.

“SIMON RILEY”

“Reaper.” He suspiciously answers. His Reaper doesn’t appear when times are well.

“YOU KNOW OF THE REVENANT OF DESTRUCTION?”

Ghost frowns, “Usually goes by Soap.”

“HE IS A DANGER. BRINGER OF DEMISE. STAY FAR FROM HIM IF YOU WANT TO GO ON LIVING.”

The Reaper fades away, ignoring his shouting.

“Simon? You solid?” Price’s voice floods his mind, a stark difference to the sharp, overwhelming scream of his Reaper.

Ghost takes control of his frantic, erratic breathing to something closer to normal. He sharply nods before warning Price away from his brain for the next while. He needs to maul it over, alone.

Soap is going to kill him, according to his Reaper. Or ‘bring his demise’, whatever the cryptic fuck meant.

He’s almost mad at his Reaper for even suggesting Soap could do something like that. Soap, who decided he rather blow himself up again and again to atone for his sins, instead of using his extremely powerful abilities. Soap, who looked at him with no fear from the moment they met each other. The person he spent months thinking about, a single mission with him turning his world upside down.

‘Bringer of demise’? Fuck that.

If he’s destined to die, this time for good, by the hands of Soap, so be it. He looks over at him now, face slack in his sleep.

If there’s someone he’d be content with killing him, it would be Soap. He just hopes it won’t weigh on his conscience too much after he dies.

Reapers know it won’t be his fault.

They land after far too many hours, Ghost left with an empty feeling after the meeting with his Reaper. After hours of thinking about its words, he’s no closer to figuring out exactly what it meant.

The feeling fades a tad when he eyes Soap waking up, blinking into consciousness, and when he notices Ghost watching him, gives him a lopsided tired smile that Ghost wants to see every morning for the rest of his life.

The force walk down the ramp with their duffel bags, towards two men expecting them on the tarmac.

“Captain Price! It’s good to finally meet you face to face”, The taller man grins and approaches Price to shake hands. The one behind him smiles slightly at Soap and Gaz, but when he looks at Ghost his face pales.

Looks like he hasn’t lost his old charm just yet.

The men introduce themselves as Alejandro Vargas, Commander of the Los Vaqueros, and Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra. They and the 141 will cooperate on this upcoming mission, and the taskforce will be residing at their base.

Ghost stays by the sidelines as the two parties converse, overlooking the surrounding scenery. The ladder-like patterns still swirl around the edges of his vision, as he listens to Soap talk with Vargas.

Soap says “I’ve never been to Mexico…” when Alejandro responds

“This isn’t Mexico…

This is Las Almas.”

ohohoho love using one (1) line from the campaign. Anyway I should really go to sleep now no more chapters for today!

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simlit · 7 months

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Chosen of the Sun | | forest // fifty-three

| @rollingsim | @maladi777

next / previous / beginning

[sound of door creaking open] ASTER: Shh! KYRIE: Aster? What are you doing here?! It’s barely dawn. ASTER: Terribly sorry about this, but you know what they say, no time like the present! I’m in a bit of a pickle, but don’t worry! I’ve thought up a plan. I’ve called it: Two and a Half Elves. Catchy, don’t you think? Now, I’ve already got one elf, and the half, so now I just need another. KYRIE: What are you talking about? ASTER: I’ll tell you all about it on the way! KYRIE: But— KYRIE: This has to be a joke. The goddess of the moon is punishing me. She wants to see me suffer. ASTER: He’s awful dramatic, isn’t he? SARAYN: Mm. KYRIE: So let me get this straight. You took this horrifying looking— SARAYN: Artifact. KYRIE: Deathtrap. And are now so desperate to put it back that you had to wake me at some ungodly hour to break into the mage spire and port you halfway across the world? ASTER: Sounds about right, yes. KYRIE: coughing This is absurd. ASTER: Oh, what’s the harm! You need a little adventure, Your Grace. KYRIE: That is exactly the kind of attitude that got you into this mess… ASTER: It’ll be simple! You punch our ticket to the middle of Sandville, I’ll pop in, put the skull back all nice like, and be outta there faster than two really fast things! KYRIE: sighing And the alternative? ASTER: I remain cursed and lose all will to live, nothing major. KYRIE: [screaming on the inside] ASTER: Lord Tev’us has agreed to accompany us as a safety precaution. KYRIE: What did you offer him? SARAYN: Access to the spire upon return. KYRIE: You can’t just bargain with things that aren’t yours! ASTER: It’s worked for me so far, haha! KYRIE: Fine. It’s not like I have a choice, anyways. Let’s get this over with and try not to get killed in the process. Though at this rate, the sweet embrace of death is starting to sound mildly appealing. ASTER: That’s the spirit!

#ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 story #ts4 bachelor challenge #chosen of the sun #oc: kyrie loren #cc: aster songleaf #cc: sarayn tev'us #I bet no one expected the first person to get Kyrie in bed would be Aster

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Escape to the country part 4

Pairing - Price X MC (Tank) F!reader

Summary - This one broke me a little bit close to 6K but hope you love it strap in!

For Luke I had this image of Henry cavill in my head sorry if he's not your cup of tea.

You can read the other parts here

A/N - I really appreciate all the recent feedback and asks! Please keep em coming! It only spurs me on haha feel free to reblog 💖

Here's some of the songs I listened to while writing this and what I think goes well with reading:

Mt. Joy - “Dirty Love”

Foster the people - “Lambs wool”

Tame Impala - “Eventually”

Beach house - “Space song”

Steve Lacy -”Dark red” (Of course)

Lorde - “Ribs” (This one is more for Tank & Kyle)

Phantogram - “Black out days”

Maneskin - “The Loneliest”

Young the Giant - “My way”

Sufjan Stevens - “Fourth of July” (Had to get the depression just right)

Warnings for the whole storyline - Under 18+ DNI, angst, Smut, Language, mutual pining, alcohol,fluff, Age gap Relationship feelings, Price (39) reader (Tank, 25)

Tags: @irnbru32 @shuttlelauncher81 @mildlyhopeless @mentallynot-here @deadbranch @soapyghost

I know I had more tag request but for some reason it wont let me tag you guys!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters Only Tank & Luke

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You were sat at the kitchen table listening to Kyle talk about how he had had the best night's sleep of his life, you, on the other hand, had spent the last remaining hours lying awake unable to close your eyes as when you did your mind was filled with the images of Price and her, tangled up in his sheets, bodies crashed together, him whispering how she feels so good under him, how he wants her and she of course wants him. His grunts and groans, Images of them just being together in the house, walking around like she owned the place, cuddled up together in front of the fire…just like he had done with you…She must have been round more recently than Price had initially said for her underwear to be under his bed, he had said she came when it wasn’t even liveable so that now of course you knew wasn't true, you tormented yourself for the rest of the night wondering when she had come to ‘visit’ him.

“Take it you didn't get much sleep last night, I can tell by your face…I’ve seen that look before”

“What look?”

“The one on your face right now, you look like shit, sorry but you do Tank, what’s up?”

“Thanks…I'm just super tired, couldn't really sleep last night, unfamiliar you know me”

“I do an that’s why I call bullshit…something else is wrong…did something happen last night after I went to bed? I noticed you weren’t behind me when I went up”

You shifted in your seat, god dammit he did know you, knew you very well, but you couldn’t tell him the reason you had been up all night was because your Captain had shagged the Irish Doctor and you were jealous, well not jealous upset that he had lied…but yeh jealous because you had these messed up feelings that you couldn't make sense of and felt or at least had an indication that he felt the same way? Instead You looked at him giving him a weak smile.

“No nothing happened ha ha I came up not long after you, like I said just unfamiliar setting that’s all, but I could do with a coffee please if your making one”

Kyle could see right through you, but he thought best not to push and hoped that given time you would tell him what was going on in that head of yours, he only wanted to help.

“Fair enough, I did see that Cap got us that shitty cold brew stuff that we love so much? Want one of them? Perk you up a bit you miserable cow?”

His grin made you smile a genuine one. Even when he didn't have a clue what was going on her knew how to help.

“Yeh go on then, I’ll need it for this walk today…and just today in general”

“Oh yeh nature hike and a pub dinner didn't he say? Wonder if he’s even up?” Kyle glanced over at the clock on the wall 9:30am it wasn't like Price to stay in past 6, maybe off-duty Price was different?

“Wanna go wake him up? Ill make you a brew to take up to him?”

“Erm no you go wake him up, I got him in bed you can get him out of it…” you stopped realising that you had just dropped yourself in it.

“I'm sorry what? You got him in bed did you just say?” Kyle was on you like a rash. His face puzzled but intrigued. You shooed him away and put your hand out for your drink that he was withholding from you now for answers.

“Gods sake Kyle give me the coffee, I came down for a herbal tea because I couldn't sleep and he was down here drunk as a skunk so I helped him up to bed that’s all” you were getting tetchy now and Kyle could tell he’d touched a nerve.

“Oh ok, hey if you hadn’t he would of ended up sleeping down here I bet haha”

“Yeh I would have done and had a bad back to show for it! Thanks again for that Kid” Price walked into the kitchen as he passed you he rubbed your back with his hand. The heat you got from his touch would have made you smile normally, but this time it caused your body to flinch forward. The movement went unnoticed by Price as he made his way over to the kettle to pour himself a brew.

“Weathers just right for a walk today, couple hours out then we can come back get showered and changed and go to the local gastro pub for dinner how does that sound?” Price smiled at you both, but he lingered on you for a minute longer, his eyes bright, blue and hopeful. You returned it with a smile. You couldn’t help it, all you saw was her perched on the counter with a glass of wine as he cooked. Maybe you should just go home…

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Price glanced back at you trailing behind him and Kyle, your head somewhere else entirely. His stomach a mixture of butterflies and knots since this morning when he had woken up remembering how you had found him downstairs drunk, how you had been stood with just a T-shirt on, his T-shirt you had kept it, he thought about how it would smell like you now and how he wanted it back, or better yet wanted you two to share it.

If you hadn’t of stopped him last night he would have told you how he felt, how he had been feeling for some time and that maybe, just maybe you would be willing to give him a chance, and you would figure the rest out later, but this morning you seemed off somehow. Maybe you were just tired he knew how you could be with new places.

You noticed Price looking back at you every so often, each time you gave him a weak smile or just pretended you hadn’t clocked his looks. How long were you going to keep this up for? You didn’t have the right to be jealous, but the thoughts were swirling inside you making you stomach churn, he was going to want to talk to you at some point either about last night or just your shitty attitude in general.

“You ok back there, not going to fast for you are we?” Price stopped just a few feet ahead of you. His eyes giving you a secret “what's the matter” look as Kyle walked ahead to greet the herd of highland cows that had gather along the cobble wall.

“Im fine really, just tired couldn’t get back to sleep last night” you weren’t exactly lying. You glanced up at him finally making eye contact, he looked worried as though he had done something wrong, and he hadn’t, not really he had lied to you but it wasn’t really your business to know either he didn't owe you an explanation you just expected one and that was wrong of you, but you couldn't get the image of it out of your head every time you glanced at him there she was draped on his arm, nuzzled into his chest, face in the crook of his neck. Had he also given her this waterproof jacket to or even walked this same trail, what little trinket did he have in his room for her? It was bubbling up now spitting up an out you opened your mouth to speak but it was interrupted by a loud whistle, you both snapped round to see the herd of cows all marching away from the wall, but as they parted you noticed a tall man walking over to greet Kyle on the other side.

“Alright Pricey!” he waved over at you both his eyes giving you the once over before flashing a set of perfect white teeth. Price gave a little huff at the interaction walking over to the wall. You followed close behind. Pricey?

“Alright Luke mate, how’s things?” Price nodded his head at the man. As you got a closer look at him he seemed to forget Price had even spoke and instead watched as you walked around Price to stand near Kyle who was halfway over the wall stroking a baby cow.

“Yeh…good keeping these lots happy is busy work but the best kind” Luke nodded back to the herd of about 20 cows.

“I’ve been meaning to speak to you actually about the dead oak that’s round the back of the houses, I’ve got a mate who can get it moved for us I meant to knock on yesterday but seen you had guests…” His words trailed off as he glanced at you again giving you a wink. He was a brave one you thought. Price puffed his chest out once again. He was obviously irritated by the situation. Did Luke live next door to price?

“Yeh I'll get it sorted, give me you mates number ill give him a ring when I get chance got my hands full with these two this weekend”

You waved as you introduced yourself, giving Kyle a kick to do the same.

“Didn’t know you had Kids Pricey” Luke looked you and Kyle over, he must be joking right? You peered over at Price who was giving Luke that eye-crinkling smile but the patronizing one that was only reserved for when you had fucked up big time.

“Hahaha no not my kids, Luke I’m not that old, workmates, both city slickers coming to spend some time in the fresh outdoors!” You could see Price edging his way back from the wall. You would be lying if you didn't think Luke was handsome, he was a slightly bigger build than Price, dark brown hair from what you could see under his beanie hat and a big beard, his eyes a pale blue. What were you doing? You were staring and Luke noticed. He gave you a cheeky wink again causing your face to blush slightly and a smirk to tug at the corner of your mouth. Price cleared his throat.

“Anyway best be off, doing the waterfall walk then heading to the hound for an early Dinner” Price placed his hand on your shoulder and ever so gently started to push you.

“Oh no worries might join you for a drink later eh? You can tell me all about the big city…” there was that smile again. He had a look of arrogance, but he wore it well you thought.

“Yeh might see you there…if not ill be round later for that mate of yours number” Price was now steering you away from the nice man, the stranger with the cheeky grin. Luke whistled his cows again still looking at you as you walked away Price firmly at your back. If Price could have his Irish Doctor, why couldn’t you have your country Farmer?

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The walk had taken longer than expected, so Price decided that it was best to just head straight to the Pub it was a short 10min walk, you secretly thought it was so you didn't run into Luke again.

You walked into the old Tudor building it was cosy the smell of wet pine and slightly stale beer filled your nose. The door frames were warped and Price and Kyle had to duck under most of them. As the waitress guided you to your table everyone let on to John and the pair of you two asking how he was and how he’d been keeping causing you to have to stop every few meters. When you finally got seated you were greeted by yet another woman who was overly friendly with Price and gave you the cold shoulder. She was probably a pleasant-looking woman when she was younger but the years and the cigarettes hadn’t been kind to her, skinny and blonde with too much red lipstick on. She spoke to Price as if they were old lovers. Oh great another one you thought.

“Well its good to see you John, really it is, we should do lunch sometime do you still have my number?” She stroked his arm handing him a business card. Kyle gave you a look and you had to bite your lip to stop from laughing.

“Yeh Tracey was lovely seeing you too, take care” Price waved her on.

“Old flame eh boss?” Kyle was pretending to browse the menu while shooting you a grin. Price shook his head a slight smile creeping on his face.

“Yeh you could say that, but way back when we were kids” Price looked over the business card.

“I'm sure she married actually…”

*******

You had all finished your meals and were now sat out in the main room of the pub, An old fella named Tommy was singing country road on the karaoke trying to get people up on the small stage with him. Price had been asked 3 times to sing, You told Kyle you would pay good money to witness that. You had all had a few drinks by now and you were feeling a little better the vodka had numbed the images and you could look Price in the eyes not for long but it made the atmosphere less tense. Price had noticed you had relaxed he still couldn't think what had changed overnight he had rattled his brain the entire hike he hadn’t said anything had he? Had he come on too strong did you know what he was going to say last night and stopped him to save yourself and him the embarrassment of turning him down, he did think deep down he was being an old fool. You were a bright young 24 year old why on earth would you want to be getting about with a nearly 40-year-old man but he couldn’t help but hope?

He watched you sing along you and Kyle shoulder-to-shoulder arms around each other. Not only did you light up the room you lit up something in him and he wasn't ready to give up on just yet. He decided he was going to have chat with you tomorrow morning, but for tonight he would just enjoy you here with him.

Just as Price was about to get another round in, he watched as your attention turned to the door your best smile on your face. He turned to see Luke walking over to the table his eyes trained on you as if the place was empty. Price felt his scalp prickle with anger, but surely he didn't have anything to worry about, you weren’t easily flattered with a flash smile and smooth words you weren't like other women. He stood up to greet Luke with a handshake, a firm handshake maybe a bit too firm as it caused Luke to break his eye contact with you and pat him on the shoulder.

“Easy there Pricey, don't know your own strength nearly crushed my hand! How are you Kyle mate” Luke reached out his hand to shake Kyles, who still had his arm around your shoulder singing, Kyle was a lightweight.

“He’s a little bit drunk” you shouted over the current singer, now , mumbling away to UB40’s “Red red wine”

“I can see that haha and what about you, you want another one?” He flashed that cheeky smile again.

“Go on then Vodka lime soda please” You downed your current one.

“Adda girl, wanna come to the bar you can help me back with the rest?”

You nodded, you didn't need to ask Kyle what he wanted you knew his choice of drink off by heart, Price would have another Whisky. Without even looking back you followed Luke to the bar. He smelt of fresh-cut grass and aftershave, it lingered around you. Standing at the bar he placed his hand on the other side of you enclosing you against it his chest pressed to your back, he was a bold one you thought, but you didn't mind, you could see Price looking over in the mirror behind the bar, he looked pissed off, but the pang of guilt didn't last long as Luke was now in your ear trying to talk to you over the load music you felt his cheek brush against yours his beard tickled your earlobe.

“So what is your do? you don’t look like a lorry driver?” Lorry driver? Oh was this what Price told people he did?

“Ohh no I'm not, I work in logistics back at the depot” you smirked. Logistics? Not far off well it was way off but it was nice to pretend haha if only he knew.

“Ohh so your the brains of the operation nice” His face a few inches from yours, you the brains of the operation? Price would be holding his sides laughing if he had heard that. The barmaid came over to take your order, she obviously had a thing for Luke as she was giving you the dirtiest look imaginable. But you couldn't blame her he was handsome. Your drinks came and you both made your back to the table. Kyle was now up on stage singing Neil Diamond's “Sweet Caroline” you gave him a wolf whistle.

“GO ON KYLE!!” Luke shouted above the crowd as they all joined in for the chorus. Price had a faint smile on his face but as he looked over at you it soon faded. Luke had made himself comfortable with you too comfortable for Price’s liking. As you handed him his whisky he tried to make eye contact with you and give you a ‘want me to get rid of him’ look, but as soon as he took his glass you turned your attention back to Luke and whatever he was saying that was making you giggle. His arm around the back of our chair leaning in that little bit too close, Price could feel his jaw clenching and turned his focus on Kyle who now had half the pub up singing with him. Even over the commotion, he could still hear you and Luke laughing, he could snap his neck he thought, it would be easy he’d done it before.

“So is there a Mr Tank” Luke cocked his eyebrow at you, you squinted your eyes at him smiling.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing, but no there isn’t, is there a Mrs. Highland cow?” You took a large swig of your drink nearly downing it. His eyes lit up.

“No there isn’t a Mrs highland cow, there was but we broke up about a year ago, she wanted to go live in the city and I wanted to stay here, thought I was going to marry her as well but things happen yah know” he looked down into his pint almost sad. You felt a slight pang in your heart for him. Loving something but having to let it go.

“The city isn’t all it's cracked up to be, not spent much time down here but I like it…could see myself living down here…” you meant it, you really liked the quiet and in your line of work you needed that escape. Price felt that telltale flutter in his chest at your words, you liked it down here and he was happy and willing to give you a home he thought.

“Well you’ve always got a room at mine whenever you want” Price gave your thigh a squeeze followed by a wink.

“I Don’t think Dr. O'Brien would appreciate us having sleepovers do you John?” You couldn't hide the snarl as the words left your mouth. Price’s face was a mixture of confusion and anger where had that come from?

Kyle and his backing singers were now onto their 3rd song of the night Kc & the sunshine band ‘Give it up’. Luke didn't have a clue what was going but could feel the tension like static in the air before a storm, so before the thunder rolled in he intervened.

“Hey come keep me company while I have a smoke…I’m dying to know more about the logistics of HGV driving” He tugged on your arm. You shot Price a look as you stood up, Luke draped his arm around you steering you out the back. Your blood was rushing through your body.

You weren't a little toy he could keep on a shelf to play with when he felt like it.

You were brought back round by the cold dusk air biting at your cheeks, you had forgot to bring your jacket out with you, but as if he had read your mind Luke opened his coat offering you shelter. He gave you a smirk at he lit his cigarette up with his other hand.

“Either get in here with me or you go back into whatever the fuck that was and get your coat? Your choice”

You didn't fancy heading back in so thought fuck it, and tried to wrap your arms around him he was broad and your hands couldn't quite reach so you opted for one clinging to the back of his jumper and the other resting on his chest and as you tucked yourself in he closed his coat over you both your face just popping out you could feel the sting of tears but blinked them away and instead basked in the calm warmth Luke was providing.

After a few moments Luke looked down at you.

“You ok in there? Warm enough?”

You nodded, this guy was a stranger not a few hours ago and now you were bundled up in his coat pressed against him, but you didn't care. Luke cleared his throat.

“It's not my place, but what’s the deal with you and Price? You guys have history or something?” He took another drag of his cigarette. History you and Price? Haha where could you even start? You had known him since you were 16, had been hand selected by him, fought side by side, been in dire situations and come out somewhat intact, you had taken a bullet for him he had kept your head above water. He reminded you that what you did mattered “We get dirty and the world stays clean” he had told you and Kyle that an you had both believed him. What you and Price were couldn’t be confined to just one sentence, so you didn't try.

“You could say that, but that's all it is history” you peered up at Luke his grey-blue eyes side-eyeing you.

“What?” You felt the slight flutter of butterflies. Luke didn't answer, instead he flicked his cigarette out and cupped your face pulling you up into a deep kiss, you opened your mouth allowing his ashtray-tasting tongue to explore your mouth. You could feel his heart beating fast under your hand as he tightened his other arm around you pulling you in closer. With one movement he had you trapped between the wall and his body trailing kisses down your neck. He smelt of cigarette smoke, beer and cut grass, it was different to Price’s cigars, whisky and smoked cedar but you didn't mind that.

“Tell me to stop…” he whispered softly kissing your jaw. You didn't want him to so you stayed silent, you looped your hands around his neck and jumped wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands automatically grabbing your arse. You continued your kiss, you could feel him getting hard through his jeans. Just as you both took a moment to catch your breath you heard the crunch of footsteps on the gravel path. It was probably one of the regulars coming out for a smoke. Luke put you down but cloaked you with his coat. Your warm breath mingled together in a cloud in the cold air. Luke gave you a cheeky smile his thumb stroking your cheek. He looked to see if the stranger had wandered back round to the front of the pub so you could continue, but his smile dropped. You heard the familiar gravelly voice of Your Captain.

“We’re heading back now Tank, Kyles had one too many” Your heart sank as he spoke you could hear the anger in his voice.

“Ok…I’ll be right behind you” your voice a low mumble. He must of heard as you could hear his footsteps walking away and back round to where he must of left Kyle. You dared to peek over Lukes coat seeing Price helping Kyle walk up the road.

“Where’s Tank, can’t leave her here Boss we come as a 3 pack!” Kyle was now clearly in distress trying to turn back around to find you, it tugged at your heart, but your were frozen to the spot.

“She’s alright lad, she's alright she’ll find her way back home” Price was rubbing kyles shoulder calming him down, pulling him back in the right direction. Luke looked down at you, his hand now on the back of your neck he pulled you into him for a hug and you let it happen, his slowing heart rate soothing you, you felt the prickle of tears forming and did you best to keep them at bay but one escaped causing you to sniffle.

“Let’s go have another drink eh? Getting cold out here” He kissed your cheek and lead you back inside.

********

You walked with Luke back home, he did after all live next door to Price. Luke made you laugh even though you didn't feel like it, it was nice.

“So do you run the farm by yourself?” You walked tucked into him you hand finding a loop on his coat to cling to.

“No I run it with my 4 brothers, so always someone to cover for me if I want to take some time off” He cocked his eyebrow at you, the hint didn't go unnoticed.

“Thought you didn't like the city?” You rolled your eyes dramatically.

“Never said I didn't like it, and besides think I have a reason to visit it more now” he pulled you in closer to him. You didn't mind the idea. Maybe this made more sense?

“An what reason would that be Luke?” You stopped just round the corner from the houses. Looking up at him a little smirk on your face. He answered you with a firm but gentle kiss.

“Good reason” you mumbled against his lips. You continued walking back to the houses, you glanced at Price’s house only the porch light was lit, the feeling of dread was slowly returning. Maybe he had gone to bed. Not that you owed him an explanation just as he didn't owe you one. You looked back at Luke he gave you that cheeky grin.

Would he still like you if he knew what you really did, would he still want to kiss you knowing what you had done. What about the scars that littered your body how would you explain them, you didn't have to with Price he understood he had ones to match yours. Would Luke understand? Would he kiss them and tell you he still thought you were beautiful? What about when you woke howling like a wounded animal in the night like you sometimes did, Price knew to handle you with care. Would Luke? When your bad temper flared would he know your bark was worse than you bite? Price knew it was. Stop it. Luke wasn't him but he was nice and you hoped he would understand all your shortcomings.

“Can I tempt you back to mine for a nightcap?” He looped his arms around your waist pulling you to him leaning against the wall like two teenagers. You thought about it, but didn't want to give him the wrong idea.

“Not tonight, but…” Luke stopped you.

“It’s ok I understand but can I at least get your number? Planning a trip to the city soon and need a tour guide” He flashed his perfect white teeth at you as he handed you his phone to put your number in. You did and gave him your direct line.

He lifted you chin up to face him, kissing you once again. He walked you to the door then broke away to return to his.

“Good night, city girl”

“Good night Luke”

************

You walked into the kitchen you needed a drink of water the butterflies had turned to lead weights inside your stomach.

“Have fun did we, he's a nice lad Luke?” Price’s voice made you jump, he was stood by the back door only the counter spotlights were on.

“I did actually,hows Kyle?” You tried your best to keep your voice level, even though your stomach was a pit of lava churning away.

“Oh he's fine nothing a good kip won't sort out, he's made a few friends tonight, but he's not the only one is he?”

“What's that supposed to mean John?”

“Nothing, how's that going to work out anyway? You going to tell him what you really do? Or are you just going to let him think you work in logistics?”

“I don't know JOHN! how does the Irish Doctor feel about what you do? Helen is that her name? Did you talk about it when she was here last? Bit of war criminal pillow talk? Bet she would love to hear about some of the things I’ve witnessed you do!” you were shouting now the anger crawling to the surface. Price was silent for a moment, his mouth upturned his brow furrowed.

“What are you on about? You mentioned her earlier in the pub what has she got to do with any of this Tank?”

“Really? You gonna continue to play dumb? You fucking dickhead!”

Price had made his way over to you in two strides, he was right in your face now.

“What are you on about!” The anger in his voice rattle your bones. But you stood your ground.

“I found her knickers John, under your fucking bed the other night! You said she came when the house wasn't even finished! It looks fucking finished to me! You had the cheek to lie to my face in this very kitchen and here, you stood here saying you had something to get off your chest, well get it off your fucking chest now JOHN!” You were raging. His heart plummeted. It all made sense now, he didn't want you to find out like that.

“…it was a one-time thing she was here, we were drunk…it didn't mean anything…like I said she talks too much…” He placed his hand on your shoulder. You shrugged it off. He could see the hurt in your eyes your lip starting to quiver.

“You know what it doesn’t matter you don't owe me an explanation…you know what never mind how Me and Luke would work, or you an Helen…how would this even work? Me and you? Tell me John…”

He looked you dead in the eye, he was starting to think he didn't know either, maybe he had been fooling himself. He knew what he had to do.

“You know what…It wouldn’t work, would it…” he hung his head, he couldn't meet your eyes. He felt hopeless. You were better off with someone else. Deep down you wanted him to tell you it would work, that you could make it work, but his expression had changed, you didn’t recognise him. No you did he wasnt John anymore he was Captain Price, your Captain all sense of familiarity gone just like that…

“I'm sorry if I’ve acted in anyway inappropriately this weekend, but just so we are clear our relationship will be strictly professional from now on” He glanced out the window, he was fighting to keep his heart from shattering. He wished he hadn’t looked at you when he did the light was draining from you like a dying star collapsing in on itself, he had caused that.

If only there was another way to do this, it felt like murder to put you through this, He had promised to never hurt you, but here he was slowly choking out the fire you had both started. It was better this way…not for him but for you he had to believe that or else he would cling to the hope and drag you down with him. Really he wanted you to kick and scream call him stupid and that it would work that you could make it work, but he knew you needed better, no you deserved better.

Inside you were screaming ‘Don’t do this to me please John” but all you could muster was

“Ok I understand, I'll get the train back in the morning. Tell Kyle I said goodbye…”

“You don't have to get the train back, I'll drive you…”

“No it's ok, I'm going to head to bed…Night John…sweet dreams”

“Night kid…sweet dreams..”

As you walked up the stairs and out of earshot, Price allowed himself to crumble slamming his fist onto the countertop.

Had he just made the biggest mistake, he wouldn't know as by the morning you were gone just like you said leaving a note under the Little tank in your room that read:

“Thanks again for a nice weekend John, yours always, Tank”

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ionely-galaxy · 1 year

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nicknames.

cw; ig, wholesomeness ; bad grammar ; usage of 'brat' on levi's part ; possessive ayato (tell me if there is more, lol)

abt; how they would call you, their S/O. and how he reacts to the nickname you give him. [ w/zhongli, sonny brisko, kamisato ayato, hex haywire, and levi ackerman ] (don't ask me why the fandom kinda messed up)

!; grammar can be false, im still learning ; all that has been written was only my opinion/imagination, and still have the opportunity to be inaccurate/ooc ; im taking suggestions/correction

chat; now im busy as hell. and here's my wattpad, in case something unbelievable happened there. (check it out on Saturdays, jk XD)

-- ZHONGLI loves to call you with any endearments, but it must start with ‘my’ (‘my dearest, ‘my sweetheart’, ‘my beloved’, ‘my darling’, ‘my Y/N’ etc.). but the main nicknames would be just ‘sweetheart’.

-- he loves anything you called for him, even daddy. however, i feel like ‘Li’ is the closest one among the others. +he cant help but smile—almost blushing—when you call him that.

-- SONNY brisko (my man). i think sonny is the type of bf/hb that would ALWAYS call you ‘baby’ / ‘babe’, or simply just the shorten/cuter version of your name (sorry i dont have any example). but again, he loves to call you baby, like you are the adorable lil child for him to protect.

-- IF i’m in a relationship with sonny, i will just be calling him ‘love’ or ‘darling’. but THERE IS ANOTHER CHOICE, such as ‘sunshine’! he is really happy when hears that word come out of your mouth.

-- kamisato AYATO, is such a tease in my eyes. but calling you with a delicate endearment is his priority tho, it is for keeping a good image for you both in front of the public. an those are like ‘beloved’, ‘dearest’, and ‘love’. and ‘beloved’ is the main one (because it’s the first of the list-)

-- ‘my lord’, that’s it, no drama, no doubt, just ‘my lord’, period. he feels that he has you when you call him that, and kind of 'turned on'.

-- i have no reason or evidence for doubting HEX for your nicknames. it’s literally ‘darling’, guys. even his fan name changes to ‘sicklings’, because of how often he calls his fans ‘darlings’.

-- HAHA, MY TIME HAS COME. so for calling him, you can go by anything, he's not picky, actually, but the perfect one should be ‘hexy’, he's not mad, not happy, just fine with nicknames you gave to him.

-- LEVI ackerman! who doesnt love this man haha, levi … is suitable enough to call you ‘love’, an old-looking endearment (like him). but remember, he just calling you ‘love’ in private or with a person whom levi trust, which means calling you ‘brat’ in public to keep the image of an actual levi ackerman.

-- ‘daddy’, ngl that is what stuck in my mind when it comes to naming levi. we can change that! we can change that! ‘shorty’! because he’s short, that’s all. and one thing, he is fed up and flustered.

#eve's writ #i love my men #zhongli #zhongli x reader #sonny brisko #sonny brisko x reader #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #hex haywire #hex haywire x reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #nijisanji en #nijisanji en x reader #aot fanfic #aot x reader #fanfic

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phoeebsbuffay · 8 months

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Imagine “Star Wars: “special editions” songs V.

• When We Were Young.

Imagine you are friends with Anakin Skywalker since childhood. However, once you two are now grown ups following different paths, a new sentiment arises. Part I

Warnings 1: *long post*; drama; angst.

Warnings 2: alternative universe; no younglings are killed here.

Warnings 3: There’s gonna be a part 2 haha

Warnings 4: based on Adele’s two albums “21” & “25”

No minors.

***

Preface.

It is dark. Only stars and the bright two moons guide you in this deadly silence as you walk in a fast pace. Your cape hides your features, part of you accuses you of madness for letting your heart burst like this.

This is the end.

You hear steps. Quickly, you try to run. But you are stolen away and what happens next is a struggle to survival.

Funny, you’ve never thought a group of rebels would do this to you. But here you are. Do they know you at all?

“You can take my name, but you shall never have my heart”, you cry out.

You are under torture. For him, whoever he is now, you’d gladly embrace death. But this is too dramatic. Suddenly it gets cold. One metallic breathing gives away his presence.

There is someone over you, trying to steal away your breath, clearly ignoring what’s to come. You smirk.

“Where I go, he goes”, you gasp. “What I see, he sees. I know I’ll never be me without his security of his loving arms keeping me from harm.”

“…And we’ll stand. As I vowed you that day, Y/Nickname”, his voice comes softly in the back of your mind, but only you can hear.

That is how he saves you. That is how the distressed damsel is back to where she belongs: to the arms of the Black Jedi, now known as Lord Vader.

So the sky falls.

***

How it starts… (I)

You are a child, daughter of a powerful nobleman of Tatooine. But because you are a girl, you are despised by the family. Despite the rejection that would grow into you as a fear of abandonment, you take the opportunity to live life as you wish.

Hence why you come to the part of Tatooine where it’s a complete mess, where the elite rarely—if never—dares to go. This is the context that draws you to Anakin.

A poor boy who is the same age as you and, like you, are enslaved to other people’s way of living—despite the evident differences in your status. Regardless, you bump into him.

“I’m sorry!”, you say louder than you wish. “I-I didn’t mean to.”

The boy of sandy hair and tempest blue eyes stares at you with tilted head wondering why a girl in fanciful robes would be so easily startled and not acting in a self entitlement manner.

Clearly you think you are disguising, Anakin thinks to himself, rather amused.

“No need to apologize, it’s all good”, he smirks at you. “I’m Anakin Skywalker, by the way. Who are you again?”

You are presenting yourself when an older male dressed in grey robes comes at you, eyebrows lightly furrowed.

“Anakin”, he says to the boy you’ve just met. “Who is this young woman you’ve been talking to?”

You can tell he’s been disturbed by this so you are about to excuse yourself—you know when you are being a burden and, frankly, you barely wish to be somebody else’s.

As if capturing your thoughts, the older male softens to you. But before he speaks, Anakin, impulsive as he naturally inclines himself to, promptly holds your hand and says:

“You are not going anywhere, Y/N. You are my friend.”

You giggle softly, albeit embarrassed.

“Why, thank you, Mr Anakin. You are most kind.”

The other one is disconcerted about perceiving young Anakin’s inclination to possessiveness.

“I am rarely kind”, Anakin keeps the conversation, taking the opportunity to show himself. “Which means how I like you.”

You blush lightly. It’s when the older male chuckles and says:

“Well, Anakin. Arrogance is not the best way to welcome new friends”, towards you he speaks now. “Young lady, may I know by what name do you attend to and where are your parents?”

“The name is Y/N Y/LN”, you tell them nonchalantly. “My parents are too occupied to be reminded of my existence. Please sire, I ask you not to report me to them.”

“Master Qui Gon Jinn”, Anakin suddenly comes up with this new idea. “Why don’t you bring her with us? We could train together. I’m going to be a Jedi, you know.”

Delicately, the said Jedi Master explains to Anakin you have no Force: therefore you cannot join them. You don’t understand very well what’s been said, but you appreciate nonetheless the warm attitude Anakin’s been having towards you.

If, however, Master Qui-Gon Jinn attempts to prevent a deeper bond to form, his efforts have no avail. Soon, you have a better reason to make longer the escapes from that prison of yours.

Until the day Anakin is ready to leave, you two architect a plan for you to secretly join him. It’s when Obi-Wan discovers and tells Qui-Gon about it.

But the end is far from catastrophic, as you and him fear. You are now brought under the cares of Padmé Amidala, future queen of Naboo.

***

Late teenager days.

Next time you see him, you are both leaving adolescence. It’s been five years since he last saw you in Naboo, serving as the Queen’s lady-in-waiting.

Now you and Anakin are eighteen years old: a handsome man he’d turn out to be as you became a full developed beautiful woman. He is now a Knight Jedi, ready to prepare his path to become the next Master of the Jedi Order and you, the confident friend to the Queen.

For a long while you’ve been committed writing to each other, very rarely coming to see one another. But now Anakin is about to see you again for he’s been assigned to guard Queen Padmé.

And when you two finally meet…in a rainy day, to be precise, you are dressed in silvery robes, a heavy make up hiding the delicacy of your features, praying to be as discreet as possible. But you are not counting with the handsome man Anakin is now.

Your best friend, responsible for your liberty, smiles widely when acknowledging you. Indeed, how could Anakin forget you? He’s been dreaming of your sweet words, remembering when you two bonded as children…

No, Anakin kept the memories of you very alive. And now he takes delight in seeing you, although he is taken aback by your handsomeness. Noticing his admiration, though, Obi-Wan clears his throat.

“Now, now, Anakin. We are discussing here the protocols the Senate delegated us to the said mission concerning Naboo…”

Anakin has the decency to blush. But whilst his attention has diverted to the seriousness of the subject, you, however, seem to get lost at the man your childhood friend has grown into.

You cannot look away from his sandy hair, the tempest that forms in his blue eyes matching the bluntness in his speech, which makes your lips twitch in a light smirk…

Here he is, the Anakin I’ve always known…

You lower your gaze for just as this thought runs to your mind he seems to have captured it, so you spot some amusement behind his eyes that earns you some light blush.

“Very well”, you hear the Queen’s voice, thus breaking the spell his presence had put in you. “We welcome you in our retinue young Skywalker. We are very pleased to see you amongst us once again.”

“It is a pleasure as always, Your Grace”, says Anakin, gallantly—or arrogantly, judging by how some other ladies are rolling their eyes. “Duty always calls and I shall not disappoint my queen.”

“Anakin is too good with words, if you ask me”, so snorts Obi-Wan lightly. “Be careful, will you? By that I mean to say you should be mindful of your duties…”

You try to hold back your giggle. Anakin sees you and, already seeing what’s the reason for it, he cannot help another smirk. However, no one seems to notice this subtle admiration between one another—except perhaps Obi-Wan, who seems to choose to ignore what’s happening right under his nose.

This is how it begins. This is how the spark is ignited.

A few days later, he is right behind you—not only following like a puppet dog, but if he can be excused, protecting the Queen like he vowed to. Except his eyes are never far from yours.

“Tell me, Anakin. Do you dance?”, Queen Amidala asks in a tone that makes no effort in hiding her amusement.

“Uh?”, he is distracted by your beauty. Anakin soon clears his throat. “I am a warrior, a peacekeeper. Not the best dancer, my lady.”

But the queen sees what you and Anakin might not promptly see it. She side smirks, pretending to occupy herself with sewing when she says:

“Why, if I were you, I would dance to keep peace. Do you know Lady Y/N is my best lady where dance is concerned?”

Anakin’s mind is finally captured by her web. As your eyes go wide and a blush colors your cheeks, his eyes glint with amusement.

“I do not. In this case…”

“I give you my permission, yes. Don’t be shy, Lady Y/N. Go on.”

You blush violently, much to Anakin’s delight. As he takes hold of your hand, he is surprised to find you cold.

“Are you well, Y/Nickname? What’s the need of being shy to me?”

As you two begin to dance, it feels as if there’s only you in the room.

“It’s not about that, Ani. I don’t like enjoying everyone’s attention…” as you raise your eyes, you are surprised to find those blue irises staring at you. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I was merely noticing… You are a woman, Y/N.”

You chuckle lightly.

“Haven’t you noticed that before?”

Anakin smiles and you feel like the sun is shining over you. He can hear you thought, so as much as this pleases him, it makes him blush. He diverts the gaze away, only for one moment.

“Let me protest that. This isn’t what I’ve meant to say.”

“Then what is?”, you giggle lightly as you look at his eyes, your bodies seemingly following the rhythm of the music without your knowledge.

“That you’ve grown fine as wine”, says he smugly, very satisfied for seeing you blush.

Today you both are in the gardens. He’s taken you to stroll all the whilst Senator Clovis is openly courting the Queen. As her favoured lady, you stand safely behind her, although she is far ahead than you and Anakin.

His arm is now tangled against yours, enjoying close proximity. You’ve been spending these joyful days speaking nonsenses, sharing jokes and perhaps something else.

Anakin can read your thoughts: he knows the depth of your feelings for him; the desires that rise without your acknowledgment, the struggle with reason that uprises your heart.

He feels the same. But somehow… He has no idea how to profess it.

Yet.

“What’s like to be a Jedi?”, you ask him, unaware of how he’s been quietly studying you. “Must be busy for I haven’t received a letter of yours for a good while.”

Smiling at your tone of accusation, Anakin says:

“Well, it does keep me occupied. I’ve been under heavy training and, if you ask my opinion,been looking forward to get a proper mission.”

You sigh, indicating your concern.

“Ani…”

“What? I was born for this and you know it”, he gently grips your arm. “There is no need to worry over me, angel. I know what I am capable of.”

You smile, sensing he might be looking for some praise. As your eyes meet again, you say:

“I know that. I’ve never had any question of your abilities, Anakin. But excuse me for worrying about my best friend”, and it’s when you whisper. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You are not going to lose me, Y/Nickname”, he whispers softly, taking your hand to his lips as he stops you so you can see he means it. In truth Anakin knows you mirror each other’s feeling. But speaking those words to you only make it better. “This I promise.”

The moment you smile, Anakin knows. And maybe the time to admit the obviousness has finally come, but not yet. The Queen summons you and Anakin. A grave look is set on her face so this means you two must set apart.

For now…

***

• “Let me photograph you in this light

In case it is the last time

That we might be exactly like we were

Before we realized”•

It’s been two years before you see him again. It drives you mad: to realize you are getting older and with such little time to see him.

You attempt to escape the questions posed by the Queen, now Senator; but there is an inevitable sadness as everytime you see husband and wife together.

You start to wonder whether wouldn’t be better to tell Anakin how you felt, for now time seems to steal him away from you.

However… Time is not that cruel to you. So before you notice, he comes to find you. Like he usually does.

“I knew I would find you here at the gardens”, his voice comes like a whisper to you, husky yes, but softly too.

When you turn abruptly, you find a matured man right before your eyes. Anakin Skywalker stands dressed in black robes, posing that same old smug pose but with a sweet smile and caring blue eyes that make you melt.

“Ani…” Your lips spread and before you know, you are running to his arms.

This time he is not letting go of you. To your surprise, as his arms involve you in a hug, his lips welcome you and…you don’t hesitate in kissing him in return.

It’s sloppy at first, marked by surprised. But as one adjusts to the other, it’s perfectly synced. Your tongue is subdued by his and you take delight at the moment.

The moment where you and Anakin are no more friends, but something far better than this. It continues so as his kiss is so alluring, as if he’s seeking the intensity there is in you. And you correspond gladly, giving him the intensity there has always been caged.

Your hands hesitantly move to his curls—they are now dropping over his shoulder, wrapping them around your finger as you share a passionate kiss. And this kiss awakes something in you, but there’s no time to discover it for he parts it from you—much to your dismay.

Seeing your emotions so clearly stamped in your face, Anakin smiles—specially aware of your sentiments.

“I had to take a breath, I had to contemplate you for a moment”, he explains to you, hands cupping your cheeks. “I missed you, Y/N.”

You lean against him, so pleased for that moment finally have happened.

“And I, you”, you rest your forehead against his, your body nearly locked to his. “What took you so long?”

It’s when you sense his heavy sigh, the subtle change in his demeanor: Anakin tries to keep it away from you, he has no wishes in updating you about politics.

The reason why both of you avoid such topic is mostly because that’s what you live everyday, so you need a break. Today is not different. But how can he avoid it?

As you hesitantly step back due to his silence, you suddenly become aware of the shadow that’s been cast at him. Very gently you place your hands to cup his face, stroking his scar as he leans against you, eyes closed.

“You know you can trust in me, Ani”, you encourage him softly. “There’s no need to keep it away from me.”

“I do not wish to have you involved in this”, says he, conflicted.

It heavies your heart to see the eclipse occurring right under your eyes. You do your best to deal with it, though. Lifting his chin, you run a hand over his hair all the whilst leaning the other over his chest. You wait until his blue eyes find your y/c ones.

“I want to be involved in this. This is not a burden for you to carry yourself, my darling.”

“I don’t know what to do.” He mumbles, still hesitant about sharing whatever troubles him with you.

“Follow your heart”, you tell him. “I’ll be here.”

As if to reassure him, you smile, aware of the sudden meaning your next words might carry:

“I’ll be here for you. No matter what.”

And that is how you seal your fate…

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devildom-moss · 9 months

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You know that hit game FNAF?

I hope you do.

Anyways, could you write headcanons about how well the side characters would be at playing it?

Thanks <3

Okay, so I have never played this game - or really had any interest in playing it, so I watched some guy play one of the games, and I did a bit of research. Sorry this took so long! I did my best, though... I'm finally almost done with requests. I've got two more left (good news for the Solomon lovers).

The others playing FNAF headcanons (dateables + new sides)

Diavolo

Diavolo downloaded it after tuning in to one of Levi’s streams.

He found it amusing. Scary animatronics are so entertaining – although he thinks they’re more cute than scary.

Laughs in the face of jump scares and death. “Haha, look, Barbatos. The big fox one killed me. I’m dead now.” / “That’s very nice, My Lord. Did you finish your paperwork already?” / “. . .uhm.” / “You have ten seconds before we reenact your game. I’ll be the fox.”

Does not care about the lore. He’ll listen and might retain some details when Levi explains it, but he will not dig deep or look for easter eggs.

He kinda sucks, but he has a good time, and isn’t that what matters? He’s not super careful or watchful because it’s just a game. There’s nothing at stake, so he can relax and just mess around.

His favorite character is Foxy, and it’s genuinely as simple as “he’s red, and he’s a pirate.”

Barbatos

He has no interest in playing at first.

Slight aside: I think he’d like horror games, but he strikes me as more of a cinematic, artsy horror game guy – like Bramble or Little Nightmares. He also strikes me as someone who might enjoy farming sims, like he would love Stardew Valley and Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons. Pumpkin Panic would probably be a happy medium.

He’ll play if Diavolo, MC, or Luke ask him to; for anyone else, he’ll politely decline. Surprisingly, he’s not too bad. He’ll probably die once or twice, but he figures out what he has to do pretty quickly.

Barbatos doesn’t react to jump scares, and he avoids them as much as possible. He can play without moving his face – at least until one of the three people who could get him to play compliments him. In that case, he’ll smile a bit wider.

Nothing in that game could be more horrifying to Barbatos than Chuck E. Cheese – a real human world place where people take their children for some unfathomable reason. It’s run by a rat! That’s one of the reasons he won’t play if Solomon asks him too. One time Solomon loaded a Chuck E. Cheese mod version of the game that he asked Levi to make, and Barbatos nearly broke the control from fright.

Luke

The game is a little too scary for his liking, but he still plays it occasionally – just not alone. He gets more paranoid and jumpier for a few days after he plays, but he’ll insist that he’s fine to keep playing if anyone asks.

He’s not great, but he’s still the best out of everyone at Purgatory Hall. He tenses up and just either goes wide-eyed or starts yelling at the characters in the game, but other than that, at least he knows what he’s doing.

Luke likes all the toy versions of the animatronics because they look cute, but the nightmare ones freak him out.

A wave of relief washes over him once he beats a game. He’s so happy that he can finally turn the game off.

Simeon

This poor man does not understand how to play – at all. He forgets which keys do what constantly, so he can’t react fast enough.

It’s a very stressful experience for him when he tries to play – all 10 minutes or so before he loses. Simeon doesn’t get scared so much as he just repeatedly asks what he’s supposed to do with increasing urgency.

Simeon would prefer to watch someone else play, but overall, he isn’t that interested in the game.

However, Simeon does find the lore and story interesting, so if he watches Levi or Luke playing, he’ll ask them questions about the plot.

Somehow, watching Luke play makes him more anxious than when he plays – probably because he doesn’t want Luke to lose and be disappointed.

Solomon

Solomon enjoys it because it’s supposed to be dark and scary, but it doesn’t actually scare him at all – barring a few cheap jump scares. Still, he kind of likes it.

Unfortunately, Solomon kind of sucks. Like Diavolo, he finds the game so amusing that he just chuckles when things get stressful. He’s the type to hear or see something spooky in the game and do nothing just to see what happens. Okay, so maybe Solomon doesn’t suck, he just likes to see how the animatronics are going to get him – a real “oh boy, I sure hope I die” approach.

Solomon loves watching Luke play. It’s hilarious when Luke freaks out – and it’s even funnier to watch Simeon get nervous on his behalf.

Unironically thinks the nightmare versions are cute.

Thirteen

She hates jump scares so much.

She played once, and at the first jump scare, she let out a stifled shriek, pressed esc, put her cat ear headphones down, and left the room (to go find MC, probably).

No thank you. She doesn’t need that stress in her life. She will not try that again. She might watch someone else play but only if MC is there to comfort her or if it’s to laugh at Mammon for being scared.

She’s not afraid of the game, per se, she just doesn’t like being startled. She thinks the characters are cute, in a way - like creepy cute.

Raphael

He thinks it’s stupid, and he doesn’t understand why it’s so popular. Raphael doesn’t care for gaming in general – but especially horror. He doesn’t want to simulate a stressful situation for no reason. If he wanted stress, he’d call Michael.

Raphael will try the game if Luke asks him to, and he does alright, but gets bored right up until he messes something up and dies. You wouldn’t even be able to tell he was in trouble. An immoveable frown sits on his face the entire time.

When Luke asks if Raphael would like to try again, Raphael tells him that if he wants a spear-free computer, he won’t make Raphael play anymore. The message was received.

Raphael will only watch if Luke, Simeon, or Lucifer play, and even then, he would probably pass most of the time.

Mephisto

He doesn’t strike me as much of a gamer, either. If he does play games, he’d probably choose games that are visually stunning and at least semi-relaxing, like Journey or Flower (probably Zelda games too).

He would play it if Luke asked him to or if he wanted to do research on it for journalism purposes.

Mephisto does relatively well, but he likes to investigate a lot, so he gets a bit distracted and takes it slow sometimes. Unfortunately – or fortunately – he has a habit of stopping after losing once. He’ll pick up the game again some other day, but once he loses, he stops that game for the day. On one hand, Mephisto does not allow himself to get pulled into games that he loses, but it makes his progress slow.

When Mephisto plays, he bounces his leg the whole time to contain his anxiety. He appears relaxed, but he flinches at jump scares and his eyes widen when he’s actively trying not to die.

He’s super into the lore – call it journalistic curiosity or just call him a nerd.

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Oh my lord, I just saw a thing on Pinterest that said: Of course I cum fast- I'm a busy man. I have places to be.

And first of all- hysterical. 10 out of 10. This man will not be shamed.

Second of all, of course- Here are the Horror Men I think would abandon you after cumming themselves VS The ones that would never leave you high and dry like that (Indented):

Warnings: Orgasm denial, selfish fucking/loving

(Most of) These men in this post:

Animal The Cannibal: If Manny calls on him I bet he would go 😅 Sorryyyyy.

Billy Loomis: He likes the feeling of you cumming around him too much for that. Don't get me wrong- he is a pretty selfish lover. It's just that, part of his pleasure happens to come from yours.

Bo Sinclair: Nahhhhh. It's not that he's wanting to be kind to you- he just thinks it's a mark of a sissy if he can't get his lover to cum for him. It's for bragging rights.

Bubba Sawyer: Yeahh... sorry Y/N. If one of his brothers call on him he will ALWAYS go.

Candyman: Look, its not always!, so don't get me wrong- Daniel is a good lover. I'm sure he is. But at times he just... doesn't have the time 😅

Captain Spaulding: Sorry doll, he's got like 3 insane middle aged children running about not cleaning up their messes and he's gotta get on that shit XD

Chop Top Sawyer: If you've got his attention, which you certainly do if you're engaging in sex with him, then he's all yours. He's all for you.

Chucky Lee Ray: He's full of bullshit but he is also quite busy so... take this as you will.

Dr Suave: Ain't nothin' gonna keep him from the face you're gonna make sweet thing... (*Cough* Sweet talker)

Drayton Sawyer: GENUINLEY REAL BUSY!! He'd stay if he could!! Don't sulk though, he'll get pissy at you.

Freddy Krueger: Damn, you're waking up! Well- Goodluck!~ (This asshole)

Harper Alexander: This man is Buckman's bitch- he literally pimps himself out for him 😅 So... yeah... Maybe you could talk to Buckman? Ask him not to call on Harper during the hours of 5-8pm On Friday Nights please??? 😆

Inkubus: Not his style.

Jack Dante: It depends on where his head is. It's hard to keep him in one place for long- if he's got his head in the clouds, his show is on, or he's got 'work to do', he'll literally just take care of himself and then fuck off. (If you manage to hold his attention though he WILL go until you fall asleep and then be there waiting when you wake up again. Stamina for days, I swear).

Jason Voorhees: The chances are, if you've gotten Jason to engage in... the act!!... then its gonna be all about you, anyway. He might not want to cum. It's in his nature to take care of the people he loves, anyway. So it's kinda the other way around, here... but voluntarily.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Too sweet. Plus, without a family shooing him this way and that anymore, he's suddenly got so much more time on his hands! Haha.

Jerry Dandridge: If he's sleeping with you his full attention is on you, and very little will have to power to stop it.

Kieran Wilcox: I love the idea that this too-cool-for-school, bastard guy- has really bad stamina (: So (: Yeah (:

Leslie Vernon: This asshole 😅 He's like sorry sweetie, I have preparations to do, *Forehead kiss*, love you so much, see ya! (He's being genuine, too. This is not a line because he's being lazy or selfish- He gets tunnel vision something fierce).

Lester Sinclair: I swear he hates leaving you unfulfilled, he really really hates it, but sometimes he just needs a little something to keep him happy before going to see his brothers and he doesn't have time to take care of you. He will when he gets back!! He promises.

Max Grief: He just wouldn't wanna leave you displeased. He wants to make you happy (:

Mayor Buckman: This one genuinly makes me laugh XD This man, oh my lord. Someone will knock on the door and he'll be OFF- forgetting in his eagerness to be do Town Duties that he first has duties to you goddamnit!-

Mental Manny: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh what a dick. I'm sorry, but a dick appointment with Manny is just that- an appointment. And like any asshole with an appointment book he will decide once he's got what he wanted out of the transaction that oh, sorry, time is up! He has to go preach to some devotees for an hour. Bye sweetheart!~

Michael Myers: You just know he would. He does not care.

Mickey Altieri: Just not a selfish lover. It's equal with him.

Midnight Man: He might think its a game... 😅

Monty Hewitt: Well fuck, who knows what Hoyt might saw off him if he ignores him this time?? Please believe him when he says he wants to stay though, he really fucking does.

Otis B Driftwood: 'I'll go around back and take control, like I always fucken do'- Otis has clearly got a complex for being the Big Man in Charge, yes. And this is part of the reason he will leave you high and dry... the other part though is him being a DICK.

Patrick Bateman: Like Michael, he doesn't care. You can finish up yourself while he gets his keto dinner started.

Pennywise: I feel like with Penny its marathon sex or it's nothin', so yeah you're gonna cum. Do not fear.

Rocco The Clown: No way in hell will anyone ever tear him away from you. Oh, no. He (And I) would like to see them try.

SHERIFF HOYT: BECAUSE HE'S SHERIFF HOYT. HE IS EXACTLY THAT PINTEREST QUOTE.

Stu Macher: Would also genuinely say that 😅 Will answer every beck and call of Billy's and so thinks he's a very busy man. Call him back though and he probably will listen to you. Sorry Billy.

Stuart Lloyd: Okay- this man has probably not had sex for a LONG time- if ever. So yeah- even the muse gets ignored during that time XDD 😅 He~ is~ desperate (:

DBD The Clown: Sometimes he's too tired, which is understandable I suppose, but the asshole part?? He giggles about it. I mean, after that he coughs because he has not taken care of his body, but first he definetly giggles =_=

DBD The Deathslinger: He ain't as young as he once was- you just gotta give him a moment to breath XD Usually. Sometimes he will just smirk at you and leave, though. Cuz he's an EVIL COWBOY.

The Djinn: Not his style- Part 2.

The Man: He just would =_=

The Taxidermist: Like Stuart he is has been very dry for a very long time and he is NOT about to mess up this chance.

Thomas Hewitt: I would say he's the same as Bubba... but Thomas is a little tougher. Unless Luda Mae tried to call him away... you're good. He'll always finish you off before answering anyone else. (And Luda Mae wants grandbabies too much to pull him away XDD )

Vincent Sinclair: Sex is a whole night with him. He will have planned to have the whole evening and through the night without an interruption, so you don't run into any problems like this ^^

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Nahhhhhhh. He's likin' what's going on here too much. Not even Otis on cocaine with a gun will separate him from you.

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spitinsideme · 3 months

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Peach blossoms and wolfsbane

Chapter 4

Tea roses

By Writer anon

So i messed up the timeline a bit this more colonial America era than Victorian my bad whoops. Also sorry for any mistakes or typos I type these out super duper fast haha.

The two women get to talking and the find themselves enamored with that one another have to say.”So judging by your accent you are not from around here?” Asked Spitzy “No miss I ain’t from these parts” answered Winona.”Where are you from then?” Asked Spitzy. “Southern Georgia.” Replied Winona. “Oh you from America?” Spitzy. Questioned. “Yes ma’am I am.” She said with a small grin. “I don’t suppose that changes your opinion of me” Winona asked. Spitzy shook her head “No It doesn’t though there isn’t much of an opinion to change since we barely know each other but I like what I do see and know though.” Spitzy stated Winona stood there for a second before breaking out into a big grin and lets out a little chuckle. “Is that so? Well I’m glad you like me.tell you what I’ll let you in on a little secret.” She leans in a bit close and whispers “I already like you too hun.” It’s at this point Spitzy notices Winona has some sharp chompers. And with that she goes red again ‘Oh God and here I thought she couldn’t be more attractive. She has fangs oh lord help me…’ she thought in her head. But then the woman spoke once more and what she said shook her to her core. “But I would like to get to know you more if you will have me milady.” With this Winona lent forward and gentle took Spitzy’s hand and kissed it. Spitzy at this point her cheeks now all sorts of rosy and red replied with a shy smile on her face “ I would love to.” Winona stood there in stunned silence for a second and then smiled “ Alright.” Replied Winona. “Hmm how about we play a game.” Said Spitzy. “Oh?” Inquired Winona. “What’s the game?” She asked. “ where we both ask each other questions and we answer them.” Answered Spitzy. “Sounds like it could be fun. Alrighty then what does the pretty lady wish to know?” Now spitzy obviously entertained the idea of unmasking her mystery person or even asking for a name but she thought it was too soon for either of those things’I don’t want this little game to end just yet.’ She thought. “So what exactly is your mask supposed to be? It’s sending mixed messages I can’t tell if its a dog or fox.” Asked Spitzy with a giggle she tried but failed to stifle with her hand. Winona slightly worn out by the question “It’s a coyote.” Winona said exasperatedly. Before she came to lay around in the corner of the room some folk did try to strike up a conversation and asked that very question… “Really? I would have never guessed.” Said Spitzy with a big laugh. Winona is no stranger to teasing and normally can’t stand it when Agatha teases her but for some reason she love its when this woman does it and is smiling like a fool. “So what is your supposed to be exactly then missy?” Asked Winona in a teasing tone with one brow raised. Spitzy paused in thought”you know I’m not sure I think it’s supposed to be a peacock?” Spitzy replied. They both turn to look at each other and snicker which then they both let out a laugh. Grinning at each other with something in both of their eyes that can’t quite make out just yet.

Night continues to burn away their little game kept going on with both parties wanting know more about one another. They both even shared some stories. Laughing and smiling all the way while the clock continues to tick the minutes away. While chatting they noticed that people were starting to dance around the ballroom. Winona thought to ask one last question. One that has been burning since about the moment they locked eyes. “I have one last question for you dear if you would be so kind.” Said Winona she looked a tad flushed and embarrassed looking away from Spitzy. Intrigued Spitzy raised a brow. the cowpoke recent shift in mood was noticed but she asked anyways “And what question would that be?” Winona was extremely nervous for once in her life this scared her for a multitude of reasons but she was hung up on one specific thing ‘I’ll just end up makin a fool of myself and of her if I ask her that’ Winona thought. “I was wondering if you would like to get outta here.”Winona said. ‘Coward’ Winona thought to herself. She chickened out but it was for the best she reasoned. Spitzy mouth opens up to let out a little quiet gasp. If her cheeks weren’t burning before they certainly were now. ‘Ah look what you did you fool.’ Thought Winona thinking once again that Spitzy Silence was a bad thing Spitzy finally snaps out of her thoughts and quickly said something that would make Winona’s heart soar “Yes.” Replied Spitzy a slightly frazzled but joyous expression. Winona tooth grin made an appearance again in that moment.

Winona held her arm out and leaned a little where Spitzy was standing “Shall we get outta here?” Winona asked. “Yes we shall.” Said Spitzy’s with a smile. As spitzy latched on her companion’s arm. Spitzy was pleasantly surprised that her coyote masked woman had some muscle to her. They both secretly dipped out the dance hall and headed towards the garden. “Could we stroll through the garden? It always looks lovely at night.”Spitzy asked. Winona simply nodded and they both headed into the garden. Winona didn’t recognize some of the plants except for one stood out to her the most. there in the distance she spots a peach tree. It only had a few full blossoms but it still a slight to behold. They stroll through the garden and enjoy each other company. “They are wonderful aren’t they.” Said Spitzy gesturing to the plants in the garden.” I hand picked themself. This place was just full of hedges and shrubs it was so boring.” She continued. “Yeah I like what you have done with the place. I’m seein all kinds of plants here like all these different colored tulips or these butterfly peas. I also see some Pheasant’s eyes...” Winona paused for a Moment due to Spitzy staring at her”Ah sorry didn’t mean to ramble there.” Winona said. “Ah no love you are quiet alright.” Said Spitzy. “I’m just surprised you know that is all. I think it’s smashing you know all of this.”Spitzy clarified. “Tell me what else do you know?”Asked Spitzy. Winona searched the back of her neck”Ah well I know each plant medicinal properties and even know flower language.” Answered Winona. “Flower language?” Spitzy questioned. Winona piped in and walked up to a bush of roses “it when each plant has a secret meaning like this tea rose it means always desire,always lovely and I will always remember. Some plants crane have multiple means which means you have to pair the right plant to Convey which meaning you want like you would want to pair a red rose with a tea rose if you want to say I’ll always desire you.”She said while holding the tea rose gently in her hand.” “And thats just the tip of the iceberg even the specific color the of the plant has a different meaning.’ Rambled Winona. She once again stops herself ‘But this stuff is probably borin ya to death.” Spitzy grabbed Winona’s hands and said “no not at all! I think it’s very interesting! I just never realized that plants can have meanings.” Explained Spitzy. Spitzy notices a purple flower hanging onto her mystery woman’s front pocket. “ what does this one mean?” Asked Spitzy. “Winona plucks the wolfsbane out of her pocket “this is wolfsbane it doesn’t have very pleasant meanings I’m afraid. It means mistrust,beware,and mistrust of people.” She said while looking at the wolfsbane in a somber tone how fitting that this was the plant stuck to her Winona thought.Then she noticed Spitzy’s Bellanona brooch and felt even more sadden ‘why wear such a sad plant is she unhappy?’

Spitzy noticing how somber the mood had gotten once again grabs both of her hands despite both parties wearing gloves.Dark leather gloves meets soft long fabric ones. This snaps Winona out of her thoughts and she gently squeezes back.Both of them realized how intimate this was and both recoiled a bit away from one another looking away and suddenly finding the ground more interesting to look at hands firmly at their sides. However the touch was not hated by both parties. They both look at each other again faces slightly pink and they both eventually give each other a small smile.

They continued to wonder around the garden talking and laughing all the way. Spitzy felt a small gust of wind and shivered her face slightly flush from the cold. Winona being the gentlewoman she is simply grabs her coat and gentle lay places her suit jacket on Spitzy’s shoulders. “wouldn’t want cha to catch your death out here.” Said Winona. Spitzy gently pulled the coat around herself now flushed for a different reason. ‘It smells nice and it’s warm.’ Thought Spitzy. She nestled even further in the coat enjoying its warmth and it’s scent of pine and fresh rain with a hint of citrus. They both eventually find a bench and decided to sit down for bit. Winona wants to put her hand on Spitzy’s but is one again hesitating. Spitzy noticed Winona’s hand moved towards hers but then it quickly moved back to resting on the bench. Spitzy couldn’t help but feel a tad disappointed. Winona noticing the slight shift in mood decided to hell with it and inched her hand next to Spitzy’s. Winona gently wrapped one her fingers around Spitzy’s,then Winona grasps another finger,andanother eventually they finally slide their hands into place. They are now holding hands. Spitzy happy with Winona’s small token of affection but not satisfied with it moved closer. She scooted close enough where they were shoulder to shoulder and Spitzy leaned on the cowpoke once again but this time on purpose. She nestled in near Winona’s neck. Meanwhile Winona’s face was a mixture of being stunned and of joy. She didn’t know either to have a gay panic attack or to be happy so she chose the second option. She had a small blush in her cheeks and moved her head so Spitzy had some room.Spitzy took advantage of the new space and nestled in. The two sat in silence looking up at the stars enjoying each other’s company. Spitzy tracing shapes on Winona’s chest and Winona gently doing the same but on Spitzy’s hand. They lovingly started at one another. The whole night the two spent together getting to know each other and spent such a wonderful evening Winona feeling content rests her head on top of Spitzy’s.

The clock chimed another hour has passed.Winona checked her pocket watch 11:20pm she remembered that there was supposed a final dance or something of the sort. Spitzy who was lightly dozing on Winona shoulder woke up with a start when she hear the clock chime 3 times. She was confused about her surroundings at first but quickly remembered that she was with the masked woman that she met at the ball. Then Spitzy realized ‘wait how much time had passed I had such a great evening that I lost track of time.’ She thought to herself “ wait what time is it?!” She said. Winona noticed she looked frazzled and calmly explained”it’s 11:20pm why? Do you got somewhere to be?” Winona asked. Spitzy frantic at this point said”Yes! I was supposed to dance with my fiancé for the final dance but if I’m late he’ll…” Spitzy tears up a little bit she holds crumbled to the ground and her head in the hands trying to keep calm. She hated her fiancé but she didn’t want to disciplined by him again. Seeing this reaction breaks Winona’s heart for several reasons but 3 reasons stick out the most. Reason one a woman like her feathered companion shouldn’t be crying,two she has a fiancé she sorta forgot that the woman she was talking to is taken,and three she was hurting and bit fearful just what exactly did this scum do to her to make her react this way i outta beat the livin shit out of him Winona thought. Winona kneeled down and gently moved her hands away and tilted her chin up to look at her. She held Spitzy’s cheek and wiped some of her tears away saying “it’s ok darlin.” Spitzy hugs her. Winona hesitated but reciprocated the hug. “I gotcha it’s gonna be alright.” She said soothingly. Winona eventually get up and wipe any dirt off of herself. “Sorry I just really don’t want to deal with my fiancé right now or ever really.” Spitzy said. Winona once again left her heart break and fill a little bit more anger to this woman’s fiancé. “Let me deal with him then if he tries to give you grief.” Said Winona.Winona held out her hand and had the most sincere smile and look that Spitzy had ever seen.Spitzy sniffled and gave a small smile and grabbed Winona’s hand. The southern woman not realizing her own strength hoisted her straight into her chest. Out of panic of accidentally falling over both of them latched on to each other Spitzy realized she is a bit pinned to the southern woman’s chest but didn’t mind because of how gorgeous the woman was and how strong she was. Granted Spitzy didn’t weigh that much nor was she tall but the woman effortlessly hoisted her up like she was a paper weight.Before Spitzy could enjoy the close proximity Winona let her go and asked if she was alright. Spitzy snapped out of her daze and simply nodded. Spitzy dusts herself off and Winona offers her arm once more and the pair slowly head back to the dance hall.

Once they are at the dance hall Winona notices Spitzy looks around and let’s out a huge sigh her fiancé is not here ‘probably busy being in another woman’s sheets.’ Spitzy thought to herself. Spitzy once again notices The coyote masked woman’s mood shift from watching everyone dance. Spitzy looks away trying to figure out what to say to break the silence. Winona was gonna try and say something when Suddenly Agatha who is a little drunk bumped into her and whispered “go get her tiger” while dancing with some small what looked like to a wet cat of a person. Winona once again almost falls into her feathered companion but instead of bumping into her she catches herself and is now standing closer to Spitzy. ‘Aw what the hell what do I got to lose she thought to herself. Winona inhales a big gulp of air and was about to speak .” Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?”This was the question she was afraid to ask however she wasn’t the one asking it was Spitzy. “I would love to but…” “but what?” Asked Spitzy “I can’t dance very well I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.” Said Winona. Spitzy wasn’t having it and so she yanked the southern woman down to her level using her suspenders and whispered “that’s alright love just follow my lead.” She said with a smile. Winona still hunched over gulped and nodded. “Good puppy.” Said Spitzy. They both make their way to dance floor.They both take a little curtsy bow to each other and Spitzy takes the lead. They danced and danced together it taking all Winona’s focus not to muck it up. Then from the railing the duke finally emerges from where he has been and seen his fiancée dancing with someone else?! He knew better than to make a scene besides it was just a dance he had “other” Important things to do. Those other things being the two women in his sheets.With that he slinked off to where he came from.The dance ends and the party is slowly winding down they both give a look to each other and Winona feeling a pair of eyes on them for second looked up to see what she thinks is the duke but his back is already turned to leave. She decided to have one more little moment with her companion before departing. She leans in asks”let’s get outta here again?” Spitzy giggled and yes once more.

They exit the dance hall and head to the garden where they were giggling at each other as they were walking. Spitzy hasn’t been this happy in ages she doesn’t want this night to end and she know her coyote masked woman doesn’t want it to end either. So Spitzy decided to ask one last question. “I would like to know who is under the mask would you be so kind?” Asked Spitzy. As she extends her hands to grab the mask. Winona panicked she couldn’t have her know at least not yet. But just before she could say anything. Pomni came running out she was out of breath and had what looked like a lipstick stains on her neck. “Pomni! What are you doing here also what is on your neck?” Spitzy asked. Pomni squeaks at that and covers her neck.”I’m so sorry to interrupt my lady but The duke is looking for you.” Said Pomni. Spitzy frowns at this ‘there goes my good mood what in the bloody hell does he want?’ She thought to herself. Before Winona could say anything Agatha appeared again behind Spitzy near the entrance of the garden motioning for her to wrap it up and to meet her at the front. Winona nods and says”looks like we both have to go…” Winona stated in a sad tone.Spitzy looked at her coyote companion and asked while holding her hands “ will I ever see you again?” Winona paused she didn’t want whatever this is to end she was in too deep”yes you will” Winona replied in her soothing voice. “Keep my coat it will be even more incentive for me to come back plus it’s cold out wouldn’t want cha to get sick now.” she said with a smile. That smile made Spitzy all fuzzy inside. “I was enchanting to meet you darlin.” Winona said while kissing Spitzy’s knuckle and then palm then Winona started walking towards the front of the manor. If Spitzy’s heart and face wasn’t set a blaze now it most certainly was she was s. While Winona walking away Spitzy shouted” I never caught your name!” Winona walked passed the tea rose bush and then let out a hardy laugh. She picked one of the tea roses and then turn around to face spitzy by using her heels. “I never threw it!” Said Winona. Then she tossed the rose at Spitzy who catches is it while her mouth is slightly a gape. Winona winked at her then turned around and walked away. Even pomni’s face was flushed with a hand over her mouth. Both of them eventually shake off the wonderstruck feeling off or at least Pomni does “Who was that?” Pomni asked with a light blush still present on her cheeks. Spitzy held the rose up and smiled” no,but hopefully I’ll find out soon.” Said Spitzy “Come on then my dunce of a fiancé will come stomping around looking for us and I have to stash this coat before he sees me with it. Would you be a dear and take it up for me.”Said Spitzy “Yes of course my lady” said pomni gently she took the coat of her shoulders and went back inside the manor. Spitzy stared up at the sky and then down at the rose and smiled. “Till we meet again puppy.” She thought to herself. She grinned all the way back inside the manor.

Winona wasn’t fairing much better she was grinning like mad and was happy as can be.’I have to thank Agatha for both the night off and for dragging me out here.” She couldn’t stop grinning for the rest of the night ‘Hopefully we we will meet again soon’ they both thought to themselves

End of chapter 4

Flowers meanings

Butterfly peas: Feminine power

Tulips:depending on the color they can have all kinds of meanings

Pheasant’s eye:painful memories,recollection of life pleasures

Tea rose: Always lovely,desire,I’ll remember you

Belladonna: falsehoods,hush,loneliness,silence,warning

Wolfsbane:beware,mistrust in people, protection,chivalry

Ok so I picked butterfly peas cuz they are very pretty and the scientific name was funny. Tulips are surprisingly very romantic plants and very once again just very pretty. Pheasant’s eye also known as Adonis was picked since I imagined the manor that Spitzy is stuck in is not very pleasant and doesn’t have great memories of being there. Lastly tea rose since once again romantic but also felt like this was the best flower looks wise and meaning wise to use for this chapter

Music inspo:Love song(for the night) by Rosie Cerquone,Florence soundtrack by Kevin Pekin, and Venus by Sleeping at Last

Author note: Hello! Hi! This honestly was one of my favorite chapters to write and chapter five is coming soon as always please let me know what you think Spitzy! also yes you do kiss southern anon by pulling her suspenders but thats for a later chapter *Wink* also also some fang stuff maybe???? Anyways I hope you enjoyed this one was a doozy! Thank you again for reading!

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Writer anon

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