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leifkncries · 2 years

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Mammon's plans never work out, do they?

cross-posted from ao3

Mammon deviously grinned, the demon all alone in the hallway. "Heck yeah! Satan's out with Asmo, Luci's drowned in paperwork, Levi's playing a new game he found, and Beel and Belphie are sleeping. This is the perfect day for mischief!" He cheered, feeling lucky.

"I'm seriously gonna make bank, I know it!" The avatar of greed stared at the door. 'Sorry, TanTan. I gotta indulge in my sin, ya know?' He apologized in his mind, and opened the door, letting it creak.

"If Levi was here, He would say somethin like… 'This feels like a creepy anime scene, wowowowow!'" He imitated, chuckling at himself. He peeked into the room, eyes glancing around at the books.

"Dang, Satan's room is a little messy, aint it?" He sweatdropped. Mammon hummed, staring at the books. Some were even floating – He does have quite an obsession with books. Books were his first gift to Satan.

He stepped into the room, tip-toeing so that he didn't accidentally step on the books. "I took 'im for the organized type. Then again, He was raised mostly by me." Mammon insulted himself.

"Anyway, I gotta close this door just in case someone notices the door's open." He muttered to himself. His shoes flattened on the ground, looking back at the door. He slammed it accidentally, and He flinched.

'If Luci hears that, it's over for me! I might as well get hung on the ceiling again!' He mentally screeched to himself. He looked around, seeing a door near a bookcase. 'Jackpot! I can hide next to the bookcase or inside the door itself!' He grinned to himself.

He ran to the bookcase at the far end corner, avoiding the books on the floor with ease. He then stopped close to the wooden case with books in it. Footsteps.

Truthfully, It was just Beel coming back after getting a snack.

But Mammon never knew that.

'FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK-' Panic set in. He was the fastest demon, so he just used a little bit more speed. (it wasn't a little bit) It's not like he could adjust his speed like a video game character, but when the situation calls for it, he becomes faster than sanic.

(sanic. not sonic. sanic's faster than sonic cause he's a meme :p)

He was so fast that the wind started to form.

And the wind was so strong that a thick book fell and hit Mammon on the shoulder. 'Oh fuck-' His expression turned into an uncomfortable one. He stared at the book that hit him.

Why did his eyelids feel heavy? He placed his hand on the wood beside him, his eyes forcefully closing. 'Was the book that tough?' He asked himself in his mind before his consciousness drifted away.

78 bottles of beer on the wall, 78 bottles of beer.

Take one down, and pass it around, 77 bottles of beer on the wall.

Oh wait, I’m awake! FINALLY!!!

He was in a void with lots of stars… It was weird. (but very pretty)

He woke up in Satan's room as expected, but on the bed. (That wasn't expected.) 'I thought he would leave me on the floor or even outside the House of Lamentation. That's what he did before.' He sweatdropped as he remembered that memory.

He frowned, sitting up. “What in the celestial realm?” He muttered to himself, raising a brow. “I should probably get out before Satan yells at me..” He stood up but flinched when he heard a voice pipe up.

“Why would I yell at you?”

…..He’s fucked.

He turned his head slowly, looking at the blonde next to the bed. “Uh… Hi, Satan!” He let out a low chuckle as he screamed at himself mentally. "Mammon.." Satan walked closer to him.

"How are you here?" Satan furrowed his brows, conflicted. "Ya won't ki- Eh?" Mammon paused, so shocked that he forgot to run. He let out a sigh. "Use ya brains, Satan. Your door was unlocked." He nearly flicked Satan in the head.

Satan paused, silent. It was like he was thinking about something. "What happened yesterday?" The blonde asked him suddenly "Eh? We were at RAD most of the time last night 'cause of a meeting. Ya know, eatin' dinner at the end, and y'all were insultin' me again. The usual shit." Mammon answered, a dumbfounded look on his face. Did he get amnesia?

Satan let out a sigh and sat on his bed with an unreadable face. He had some eye bags if Mammon looked closer… "Fuck, I knew it." He put his face in his hands. "What, Satan? Did'ya get memory loss?" Mammon questioned, sitting right next to the green-eyed demon.

"I collected a book the other day that put a curse on anyone that wasn't the buyer, even with the slightest touch. The curse is randomized, and so are the effects." He sighed once again. "Why'd ya… Whatever. And?" He raised a brow.

"Mammon, you're from another universe." Satan looked at Mammon. There was an uncomfortable silence. "Ha... Haha! You're prankin' me, aren't ya? Probably got the idea from Levi, eh?" He laughed.

"Ugh," Satan breathed. "Mammon, yesterday was Saturday." Satan glared at him.

"And a few weeks ago, you were found dead."

Mammon stared at Satan, bewildered. "You... Is this a prank of some sort?" He stared at Satan's expression, looking for a smirk or something that would tell him it was a prank, but there was none.

Fuck. Satan was telling the truth.

"For fucks sake…." He muttered, furrowing his brows as his mouth curled into a frown. "Does anyone know I'm here?" Mammon asked. "Since I'm the avatar of wrath and my aura is usually.. well.. overbearing, I have a spell that hides aura in my room. Plus, everyone's probably in their rooms grieving. No one knows or even suspects that you're here." Satan explained.

The white-haired demon sighed. "I need to find a way out of here before they find out." This was stressful. Mammon just wanted money, not to fucking universe travel. Satan raised a brow. "Why would you want to go?" A shadow was cast on his face.

"Cause- I might mess some shit up. Barbatos explained to me the cons of shit like this, and I ain't gonna let this place be destroyed." He stood up, ignoring the slight dizziness he felt after standing up abruptly.

"But… Can't you just stay here? The universe won't end if we use our powers to make you a part of this universe. I can't let us lose you again." He reasoned as he stood up after Mammon, muttering that last sentence so Mammon couldn't hear.

"Hah... TanTan, you can't defy the rules of the universe. Thought ya knew that?" The avatar of greed chuckled as he looked behind, flicking wrath's forehead. He wasn't as scared as before, it felt like a proper thing to do this time to fix Satan's brains.

(Satan flinched at the nickname and stared at Mammon with wide eyes. That's how Mammon managed to flick him.)

Satan winced at the contact. It wasn't painful, of course. Like it could do a thing to him. (unless mammon used his actual strength and aura… he was terrifying if he used them.) But the slight contact made the blonde a bit annoyed.

Huffing, the blonde glared at Mammon who grinned in response. "Well, you're the same old idiot." He rolled his eyes, insulting the secondborn. "Wha- Hey! Respect your older brother!" Mammon gasped offendedly and refuted his sentence.

"Maybe if you start acting like one. You've always been childish and immature." Satan said back. "Ya know.. since I raised ya the most, I'm technically your caretaker, aren't I? You should praise me instead of being so mean to me!" Mammon pouted, trying to pull the anime arrows out of his chest.

"And that's not a comeback to my comeback, meaning that I win this argument." Satan chuckled to himself, clearly proud of himself. 'This dontwannabe Avatar of Pride fucker..' Mammon had an anime tick mark on his forehead.

"Well, whateva. Anyway, care to tell me how I died?" Mammon huffed. Satan raised a brow. "A question that isn't idiotic?" He furrowed his brows, pissing Mammon off purposefully. 'At this point, I'd gladly kill myself 'again'.' Mammon scoffed to himself.

"Well.. since your question isn't harmful to our bank account, I suppose I'll tell you." Satan sent a smirk toward Mammon. 'The insult AND the "I suppose"?! I felt like I was speaking to Lucifer!' Mammon huffed.

"Why'd ya keep on insulting me?! Didn't I technically just die?!" Mammon groaned. Satan ignored the complaint. "You died from a group of witches that manifested into one body and used… a lot of holy magic." He narrowed his eyes, the temperature in the room dropping to zero.

'At this point, just tell me I'm speakin' to Luci already!' He shivered, a chill traveling up his spine. 'Also, what is that stupid boss battle shit? I feel like Diavolo just told the family the cause of death, then Leviathan says 'that's just like a boss battle from a game, lolololol!' Mammon scoffed.

"What happened to the group of witches?" Mammon raised a brow, thinking of the answer. "Well obviously, they became Cerberus's new fetch ball. Lucifer throws the witches and Cerberus fetches them so that they don't die immediately. Of course, I would join and love to see the pain, regret, and guilt on their idiotic and ugly faces, but I don't exactly wish to be more like Lucifer. I prefer doing my methods, such as curses." He explained in pure detail.

'Even I got the chills! What in Celestia?!' Mammon genuinely felt fear at that moment, and well.. who could blame him?! Even the other brothers were terrified by the first. (Except for Belphegor, he nearly ended the witch race but was stopped by Beelzebub, who didn't want him to get stuck in the dungeon again.)

(since I don't have mc in this au, let's just say that the only human (Solomon) that got transported here explored the house of lamentation. because of his magical properties and many pacts, he managed to let Belphegor go with it. even with all the secretly borrowed help from the other demons and demon lord, he overused his power which made him sleep in bed for over a week. while the demon brothers were grateful, they still didn't have the best relationship and just said that their payment was that lucifer didn't kill him.)

"Satan, can you redo the spell that makes me forget his… death? It wore off and I don't want to go out to drink right now… I wanna look pretty for hi-" Asmodeus entered the room, jaw-dropping as he stared at the white-haired demon.

"M-M-Ma-Mam-Mams-" He stuttered a bit, a tear dripping down from his eyes. "Uh.. hey, Asmo!.. I can explain this all... I think.." He pursed his lips, sweat dripping from his forehead in contrast to the tearing up Asmodeus.

Asmodeus let out a loud wail, before bursting into tears and tackling Mammon. 'I feel like I need to go to the Devildom hospital…' He winced at the attack on his physical state and eardrum state. "Gosh, thank Diavolo for this being Asmodeus's normal actions after his death…" Satan didn't seem to be bothered, but he winced a bit as well. Satan sighed and closed the door with his magic.

"Ma-Ma-MAMMOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!" He sobbed, arms around Mammon's waist, trapping him. "HOW ARE YOU HERE?! ARE YOU JUST A GHOST OR SPIRIT?! I MEAN YOU CAN'T TOUCH THEM SO I GUESS NOT. BUT I SAW YOUR DEAD BODY AND IT WAS REAL SO HOW ARE YOU HERE?!??!?!! I KNOW IT'S YOU BECAUSE I JUST KNOW IT! I AM SURE OF IT! NEVER MIND JUST DON'T LEAVE US OR THIS HOUSE FOREVER OKAY?!" Asmodeus cried.

"Uh… what?..." Mammon was genuinely confused. Did the loss of their brother make them laugh so much that they developed a new personality? Did they like him? Or was he just hallucinating because of that loud noise..

"Asmo.." Mammon sat up from the floor and hugged him back. Combing Asmodeus's hair with his hands, soothing the other with a worried look. Satan felt like the avatar of envy at the moment. Enough envy to make Leviathan notice, but because of the aura cancellation, it was hidden.

(realistically, this wouldn't actually stop it from getting noticed by leviathan, but i don't know how to put levi in this scene. Also, while I love mamamon, I don't want him to suffer with having to take care of 3 crying children. so yeah, it's an excuse.)

"Asmo.. let me explain…" Funny, wasn't it? Just yesterday, Mammon was close to tears in his room due to his brothers and their stupid insults. Now, Mammon was comforting his crying brother who told him to kill himself one time. A demon shouldn't be this forgiving, but I guess Mammon is the more.. humane demon.

(demon-like judge of fire is that you)

Sighing to himself, He let the light haired demon calm down, hiccups replacing the cries just earlier. "Alright, Asmo.. sit on the bed and I'll uh.. tell ya all about it." He smiled awkwardly.

Asmodeus's lips curled into a frown. "Can't I just stay here?" He asked. Mammon nearly ran out the room. They were literally on the floor as Satan glared at them as if they said they didn't like cats.

"I'd actually prefer it if you went to bed." Mammon bluntly responded, making Asmodeus huff. "Fine." He stood up and plopped himself on the actual youngest's (satan) bed.

"Alright, so basically, I'm from another universe." Mammon.. again, bluntly responded while on the floor. Asmodeus flinched, not exactly expecting that. He expected something like Satan doing a ritual..

Satan was basically shocked at the second-born's wording, and was wondering how much sleep the demon got last night. Mammon was tired. He just wanted to indulge in his sin so that he doesn't feel as empty as before.

But now, he doesn't know what's going on, he feels sleepy, he just wants to chill, and he feels depressed just cause he didn't get any money.

What a pleasant afternoon.

A sigh escaped Mammon's throat.

He was currently present with all the brothers in the family room, everyone looking at the white haired demon. 'Never trust Asmodeus with secrets, he can't shut his trap.' Mammon mentally noted to himself.

"So.. you're telling me that somehow, because of a book and his greedy instincts, he got in here?" Lucifer pinched his nose, staring at the second-born and the fourth-strongest.

"Pretty much, yeah." The white haired demon shrugged, giving up on life completely. His eyes were droopy, and he just wanted a little sleep. "If you want, you can sleep in our room.." Belphegor offered.

Mammon perked up at this offer. You know, Belphegor never offered that for him. Well.. whatever. If he can get recharged, he'd gladly sleep in a dumpster. "Aight.." He nodded.

You must be wondering.. why is the avatar of greed so tired?

Hah.. The real question is, how could anyone not be tired after this?

First, he was a little woozy after literally teleporting from another dimension to this one. Plus, he didn't do it willingly, so he couldn't really prepare himself for that.

Second, what the fuck was going on? So.. he's dead, right? But it's so confusing! How would you react if you learned you died weeks ago?! All that talking and comforting made him drained..

Third, they were acting weird. They were all acting weirdly kind to him. They were even saying stuff like… "Don't go! Just stay here." It's pretty weird. Normally, this wouldn't be as draining, but with thinking of all the other stuff as well? It's uh.. tiring.

He was tired, and for a reason.

Maybe a nice nap will ease him.

He then felt his body being picked up.

"Eh?" Mammon flinched. "Wha- Huh?" He was carried on a shoulder.. Beel?! "Beel-" He began to say, before Beelzebub covered his eyes. "You need to sleep. You seem tired." His voice was firm.

Belphegor, who was behind them, quickly snapped Mammon unconscious. (I dunno how he does it and if he does it. Whatever, I'll finish this quickly.) They all went upstairs, while Belphegor looked back at them. "Think of something." He said to them, before going back to Mammon and his twin.

As soon as they heard the door close, the other brothers looked at each other. "Whatever happens.." Satan began, making the others have their attention on him.

"We can't let him go. We'll do whatever, we'll kill if needed, everything." Satan spat, looking at the group with downcast eyes.

"We already lost him once, anyway. We can't risk losing him again."

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cherrys-side-bitch · 2 years

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Sleeping headcanons for the pillarmen

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘

Fluff, No Reader

Kᴀʀs

Doesn't sleep often but when he does he’s a light sleeper and is quite upset if someone wakes him within this period.

Since he isn't human sleep isn't a primary necessity so he sees it as more of a disturbance and waste of time than anything. Kars goes for as long as he can without sleeping until he has no other choice.

Kars has the most obscenely comfortable bed prepared that you have ever seen. Some shit like when you zone out, you'll panic because you think you're floating.

Esɪᴅɪsɪ

Esidisi has a fairly healthy sleep cycle. He’ll sleep even before it becomes a necessity and makes sure he's fully refreshed afterwards.

He is often seen sleeping in both odd positions and places, occasionally seen around their hideout up against a shelf using a random book as a pillow.

The bed is pretty mediocre nothing too special about it aside from a good amount of cushioning. If he does sleep in a bed it's just because Kars ordered him to do so as their vampiric servants have seen him multiple times.

Wᴀᴍᴜᴜ

Similar to Kars he will go as long as he can without sleeping simply so that he can be able to serve his masters, only falling asleep when his performance has altered.

Whenever he needs sleep he’ll make sure that both Kars and Esidisi know before doing anything else.

His bed is just a larger than average bed so that it can fit him, has decent cushioning and some blankets maybe. He prefers sleeping in a bed as he feels that it's comfier than the ground. Though, if needed he would sleep on the ground

Sᴀɴᴛᴀɴᴀ

He is constantly sleeping; it doesn't matter when or where, he can usually sleep there. Although, it's less out of necessity and more out of boredom. After all, he doesn't really need to be that active after getting abandoned by the others.

#the pillar men #pillar men headcanons #jjba pillar men #jjba headcanons #jjba kars #jjba esidisi #jjba wamuu #jjba santana #jjba fluff #no reader #headcanons #request #writing

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philipjohnclapp · 9 months

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Rebel Against The Man

A/N: I don’t know, this is angsty, it’s Bam circa Jackass Forever. He’s like 43 here, y’all are gonna hate me, but I’m accurate so I don’t care. Enjoy or don’t- feel free to drop requests.

Bam gets sad when he gets wasted. He gets sad and then he calls Knoxville or one of his ex girlfriends and he cries. He thinks that this didn’t always happen, but it does now. He used to just get wasted and have sex or get wasted and then get wasted even more. But now he just got wasted and cried, and then considered the options of killings himself. But he never did, he just thinks about it until he’s too fucked up to think, or until Knoxville comes over and consoles him. If he’s lucky Knoxville will wrap his arms around him and just hold him. He liked nights like those; but too bad they were no longer. He thinks maybe if he got a little less wasted or stayed the partier- or maybe just maybe he was a bit more like Steve-O that maybe Knoxville still would like him. Maybe things wouldn’t be so fucked. Maybe he just needed another drink; to fight back calling Knoxville again. Even though he had a restraining order; and he’s well more than certain that he even got a new number.

Another reason Knoxville can’t come over anymore is because he has kids- or well, he says he did. But that never stopped him the first time; and that wife certainly doesn’t. He wonders if that means that Knoxville doesn’t like him anymore for good. He wished he could ask Dunn, but he couldn’t. He wished he could just blame Jeff, or dumb Steve-O. They both probably still get the arms of Knoxville, and those tight embraces. Fuck Steve-O, fuck them all. And fuck Jackass. He wished he could forget all about him, and tonight he thinks that he might try.

He had buckets full of reasons why he shouldn’t be the way he is, he had kids too; well, a kid. And he had a wife too, not anymore, and he should be mad about that, and lord knows he was. He was angry, upset, heartbroken. And he wasn’t sure who to blame, himself? Johnny Knoxville? Dunn? Maybe when Steve-O ended up in rehab all those years ago he should’ve too.

He didn’t get anything like that though, no nice intervention or offers in his apartment. No sit down or hugs and kisses. Nothing. Conservative ships, knives in the back, exploited. Fuck. He was shitted on so much, and now staring at the old contacts of dealers that he knew because why the fuck not now? His life was shit. He was angry, he hated his damn mom, he hated his stupid brother. He hated everyone. And he hated how Knoxville could parade around acting like everything was okay, like just a decade or so ago they weren’t sleeping with each other every other week. Sneaking off, naughty kisses, bad touches, shared drinks. Fuck. And he was not gay.

If only his stupid wife… or his girlfriend, whoever the fuck Knoxville was shoving his dick in now knew. Knoxville was as fruity as anyone else, Knoxville liked dicks and balls. And everything that came with the territory of guys.

It didn’t matter anyways. None of that did, and no one would believe him anyways. Hell, he would’ve believed himself either if it wasn’t for those dirty polaroids, or the reminisces of Knoxville he had scattered around everywhere. If only they smelt less like Bam and more like Knoxville, maybe he was just asking for too much.

He often wonders if he actually fought Knoxville, that would make him feel better. A little less shitty, like he could take all the power back. Maybe back then he was just a stupid kid, he was. Just barely 20, maybe less. He didn’t know. He was just a kid, and Knoxville was another way to rebel. Rebel against the man or whatever. He felt new, he was new. It was exciting; and different than any drug he’s ever pumped through his veins.

He wonders if he shot up now that he could feel that same excitement, that same joy that he felt when he was with Knoxville. Like he was doing something he shouldn’t be doing. And he was in some ways; he still was now.

Except now everybody didn’t care as much as they did. They cared when Dunn died, but not for him. Dunn was his best friend not there. He was with Dunn as a dumb stupid kid; he was with Dunn everywhere. They fucking lived together. He was his everything.

Maybe none of it was ever about Bam, though. Maybe it never was. The more he thought about it with tears streaming from his reddened eyes the more probable it seemed. Wicked truth. And fuck did it sting, he thinks it stung more than anything ever has. He wished he could puke his guts out or curl over and die.

That’s what everyone probably expects him to do anyways. They wouldn’t care, with all of the “Bam died when Dunn died” thing. All he wanted to do was pull his hair out and scream that he was right here, he was Bam. He was the same dumb kid he was twenty years ago; the same Knoxville loving idiot. In love with someone he couldn’t have, just another fuck. He was forgotten about too easily.

It hurts more than anything else has ever hurt before. He thinks that nobody will ever hurt as much as he hurts now. His mother, his stupid brother, and hypocritical Steve-O couldn’t fucking hope to understand an ounce of it. Steve-O was a pussy, a fucking liar, a stupid thief who took what w wasn’t his. That is if Knoxville was even his to begin with, maybe not. He was just some sorry fool, wasn’t he? But nobody will ever know Knoxville like he did. He knew the cruelest side of him, he knew all the backlash. He felt it all as if it was needles stabbed into his skin. It truly felt like he was dying, but hey; maybe he was.

#jackass #ao3 writer #jackass fanfiction #johnny knoxville #jackass headcanons #steve o #angst prompt #drabble #please request #jeff tremaine #ryan dunn #cky #jackass forever #jackass fanfic #bam margera #angsty #no reader #request me

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soul-of-the-sanada · 2 years

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greed 's beginning - mammon

a/n: I don't like the hate mammon gets in the game, so I just started writing out my thoughts and it turned into something I guess you could call fic-ish? idk here you go

it does get a little dark ish.

also apologies if there's anything spoilery, all the facts here I pulled from the wiki. I hc'd everything else?

wc: 774

the first time mammon did something greedy, he was still in the celestial realm. there was an innocence in him, even then, especially then. he didn't know that what he was doing would prove to be his downfall. he also didn't know that it's not always a ton of small decisions that choose your path in life. sometimes life just launched you from a cannon for parts unknown.

but he did go willingly.

he chose lucifer. lucifer had promised him. promised him that there was more. that mammon didn't have to stay with michael. that he could be free.

mammon didn't know what freedom was. not until he met angels who could be just as silly and mischievous as he could.

but of course, as lucifer's throne, his right hand man, knew when and where silly and mischievous was allowed. he pushed boundaries anyway.

it was just who he was and lucifer accepted that. lucifer enjoyed the companionable relationship he'd created with mammon, his brother. adopted or no, they were brothers.

mammon and lucifer built a foundation for their little family.

he was greedy when lucifer rebelled. he wanted his family to be able to live freely. lilith didn't deserve this? wasn't that what the celestial realm wanted to exude? love? compassion? trust?

he wanted more for himself, but he wanted even more for them.

what he got out of it: he got to stay with the ones he loved above all. he had helped lucifer create this family and he would be damned (even more) if he wouldn't support them as they had always supported him. he would help them all realize that dream, that need for more.

he was greedy when he entered into his deal with the witches. when he had found that small child, all he saw were the similarly between them. he had been lost at such a young age as well, trapped in the reality that was serving michael. if he hadn't been saved by lucifer, what would he have become? he saw a chance for this young one to have more in life. he reached out to lucifer, who helped him strike this agreement with the witches.

he's willing to put himself on the line, and only himself.

what he got out of it: lucifer's help enabled him to avoid forging a pact, saving him from the enslavement it would have been. also when he really needs a win, he thinks about that child, knowing that they're safe. cared for. given room to laugh and grow. something he never got until lucifer.

he's greedy now because he knows that while his is the least physically offensive sin, if he goes overboard, his brothers might learn restraint on their own. it's his way of teaching them, guiding them, knowing they wouldn't just take him up on a no strings attached offer without endless debates about his morality. it allows lucifer a small bit of stress relief, to funnel some of his anxiety out on to mammon.

mammon can recognize that letting lucifer have the upper hand to punish him, it gives a little boost to the pride lucifer is tied to, giving lucifer just enough extra control in his life, something to cling to, saving him from succumbing to the deep rooted fear that he's a complete failure and he's led all of his brothers astray. the fear that's followed him since the fall. mammon knows this all too well and knows someone needs to keep lucifer together, without lucifer knowing it. so he sins daily. brightly, loudly, anything to give his brothers a distraction from their own sad stories.

mammon doesn't mind taking all the heat from his brothers. he really doesn't. he puts up a cursory front for them, but that's all it is. mammon's ability to seem cheerful and happy-go-lucky is thanks to his unhealthy coping mechanisms. his favorite thing to do is compartmentalize everything, packing it away tidily before shoving it to the back of his mind to be forgotten in the depths. sure one day, he'll probably snap. but by then, maybe things will be better and he'll be able to slip away for a bit and just... breathe. but that's not something he's going to concern himself with. that's for future mammon and part of him hates that. he's going to focus on his brothers.

mammon knows they need this. mammon and lucifer built that family a strong foundation and he'll do whatever he feels is necessary to ensure its stability. he's still not sure what freedom is but he's still sure it's part of the 'more' he hasn't gotten to yet.

#obey me #mammon #mammon angst #no reader #mammon deserves all the hugs and more #I've made myself sad #gonna have to make a new popular tag:#'no I'm not projecting'#om! mammon #om!#a luna original

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naivegh0ul · 8 months

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Could you possibly do a soap platonic fic where ghost has a 9 year old daughter and she is the total opposite of ghost, she just rambles and she meets soap at base and they instantly become infatuated with each other and ghost finds them talking about sharks in immense detail to each other???

Oh my gosh that is such a cute idea! 🥹🥹🥹

Soap had no idea Ghost had a daughter. I mean, why would he, of all people, have a kid? Ghost is a lone wolf, "I work alone," may as well be his catchphrase at this point.

So, one night when the squad goes out for drinks, Ghost having been forced to come, Soap is curious as Ghost gets a call. Soap was surprised Ghost even had a phone, he just imagined he brought a radio everywhere with him, like the strict soldier he is.

Soap watched as Ghost stepped away from the bartop, murmuring a low, "Hey, sweetheart." into his phone. He assumed that maybe Ghost had a girl back home, but when Soap listened in further, he was shocked.

"I know, I know. Daddy will be home soon, alright? Behave for the babysitter. Alright, I love you too, sweetheart. Bye."

Wow, was all Soap could think. No way The Ghost has a child. Impossible, simply impossible. But, the way Ghost spoke to whoever was on the other line...

Soap had to investigate this.

For the next few weeks, Soap kept a close eye on Ghost, trying to listen in on his phone calls, peering around him when he was texting someone.

It was a little creepy, yeah, but Soap needed to know whether or not Ghost actually has a little mini-me or not.

Ghost seemed a little off one day, constantly on his phone, being mean to the recruits, (Well, meaner than usual.) It got Soap curious again. Ghost left the base around 2pm, and Soap watched with raised eyebrows.

To his knowledge, Ghost hadn't been called out on a mission, and he had left the base wearing civilian clothes, this all got the wheels turning in Soap's brain.

Ghost came back around 4pm, and Soap immediately went to greet him. Then, he saw it. Actually, he saw her. A little girl, huddled behind Ghost's back, clutching onto his jacket with a shark plushie in her small hand.

The little girl looked up at Soap with wide eyes, a twinkle of curiosity visible. "Hey, lass, I'm Soap. What's your name?" Soap said. The girl glanced up at Ghost as if to see if it was okay to talk to the strange man, and Ghost nodded down at her.

"Beth." She answered, smiling a little up at Soap. "Do you like sharks?" Beth pointed at Soap's mohawk, clearly thinking that it looked like a shark fin.

Ghost chuckled under breath, and Soap nodded. "I do. Does this little fella have a name?" Soap crouched down in front of Beth and gestured to the shark plushie she was holding.

"Sharkie!" Beth exclaimed with a happy smile. She seemed excited to be talking about her plushie. Beth toddled over to Soap and held up the toy, showing it to him while telling him facts about sharks.

Soap looked over at Ghost, smiling to himself as he saw the proud look in Ghost's eyes as he stared down at his little girl. Ghost stepped closer to the two and placed a hand on Beth's head before kneeling down.

"Daddy's gotta go finish some work, alright? I'll be back as soon as I can, you stay with Soap." Ghost said, stroking his daughter's hair lovingly. He lent down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head through his mask before walking away.

Soap felt his heart swell with happiness at the thought of Ghost trusting him enough to let him look after his daughter. "Alright, you little menace, what do you say we go get some ice cream?" Soap smiled as the little girl squealed in excitement and nodded, grabbing Soap's hand.

The entire car ride to the ice cream parlour, Beth was chattering away in the backseat, telling Soap all about sharks. "Did you know that baby sharks are called pups? Like little dogs! Isn't that cool?"

Soap pulled into the parking lot and helped Beth out, walking into the shop with her on his hip. "Mr. Soap, can I have chocolate ice cream?" Beth asked. She tugged on Soap's sleeve, looking at him hopefully.

"Of course you can, lass." Soap smiled, ruffling Beth's mousy brown hair. Soap ordered the two of them some ice cream, getting strawberry for himself and chocolate for Beth.

Beth kept talking the whole time, excitedly telling Soap about sharks, and about that one time when Ghost took her to an aquarium and she got to see a shark in person.

"It was so cool! It was kinda big and scary, but I know my Daddy could fight it off." Beth giggled at the story, beaming as she praised her father.

It was cute, to watch this little girl who is somehow Ghost's daughter despite being the complete opposite of him, ramble about sharks. "Do you work with my Daddy, Mr. Soap?" Beth asked curiously as she nibbled on her chocolate ice cream, smearing some around her lips.

"Yeah, I do. He's my friend, as well." Soap took a bite of his own ice cream, looking over at Beth as she scooped up some of her ice cream and pretending to feed it to her shark plushie, staining the shark's face a little.

Soap checked his watch after a while, his eyes widening as he realised they'd been gone for quite a while. "Let's go back, yeah? I bet Ghost- your dad is missing you." Soap said, catching himself when he referred to Ghost by his callsign, unsure if Beth knew about that.

The girl seemed oblivious and nodded her head, wiping her mouth on her sleeve before she hopped off her chair, shark plushie in hand.

The two headed back to base and Soap took Beth to the 141's common room, putting on some random kids show on the old TV for Beth to watch.

Soap sat back, watching as Beth sat cross legged on the floor and looked up at the TV, watching eagerly as Octonauts played. Beth seemed to be really enjoying the show, giggling loudly, it made Soap smile.

Beth continued to tell Soap about shark facts, pulling one off the top of her head each time a shark would show up on screen. She is actually quite smart, she knows more about sharks than any adult Soap knows.

Neither of them noticed when Ghost entered the room, Soap being too engrossed in the facts Beth is telling him. Ghost watched from the doorway, smiling under his mask as his little girl taught Soap about sharks.

(ok but why is this over 1k words. i think i've become obsessed with parent!ghost and little beth 🥹)

#dad!ghost #parent au #no reader #ghost cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #soap cod #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap mactavish #soap fluff #ghost fluff #asks

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ermespop · 1 year

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Ginjima Headcanons

character(s): Ginjima Hitoshi, mention of the miyas, suna n akagi

warning(s): mentions of dark humor (do ya,ll need a warning for that? honest question 🤔), sudden use of caps, no reader, these are so shoooort

author's note: haaaaah i just got hit with sudden ginjima thoughts and theres not enough of him in ✨ d a in e r nat ✨

oh my oh my thisssss duuude

he's a menace

but i'll elaborate on that l8er

ok so y'know how the 2nd years have their lil group

like the miyas are always with suna n stuff

ginjima says: yeeeeah no.

i think he's one of the few that actually has friends outside the team

all the others get along so well they just hangout all the time without noticing

meanwhile ginjima

ginjima: im seating with ma friends for lunch guys atsumu: i thought we were yer friends ginjima: *snorts*

yeh he don't like atsumu

uuhhhh he's weird, not a normal amount

so ya'll know when a said he was a menace it starts here

he has really dark humor, i think it barely stays before the line of becoming offensive

but he never aims to be offensive he's just stupid n doesn't think b4 he talks

he's pretty reserved tho so it's not an ocurrence for him to say stuff like that

if he was more open people would probably argue about who's the biggest a*shole: ginjima or atsumu?🤔 /hj

he actually knows when not to talk tho

he's pretty awkward

confiscate his phone n delete his twitter acc dude abouta get doxxed for saying... stuff

he's chaotic

resting face looks like this >:|

pls do not bother him on a bad day he will not hesitate to bite you

again He Will Not Hesitate To Bite You

OH OH OH

he loves pulling pranks on the team

NEVER gets in trouble

somehow always makes it look like t'was one of the other 2nd years or akagi 😭😭

N the others Buy it 😭😭😭

i swear i can't with this man💀

he has beef with akagi they're always betting on stuff

ginjima has a 100% winning rate

if the whole team got in a figth he'd be 6th or 7th from least scraped to most injured

atsumu would be last💀

he'd totally go to the skatepark to make fun of others tripping

don't judge him! he's got issues >:(

when he's not plotting world domination he's pretty chill

likes team bonding time, he thinks is very nice if you ignore atsumu

very cooperative during practice almost never gets scolded

he is on a higher class than the other 2nd years, he actually puts some effort in school 😌

the other 2nd years sans atsumu, he still can't believe atsumu can actually pull his own weight in class 😨

hmmmmmmmm

overall

don't mess with ginjima (,atsumu)

unless you want your toes eaten (,atsumu)

author's note(2) : uuhh there were bits of atsumu slander buuuutttt is cause i think ginjima doesn't like him n this post is 'bout ginjima sooo yeah (besides if ya follow me y'know i love tsumu don't come at me), this was so fun to write🤩 ahfkahflshda

authors note(3) : first time making a 3rd note got a lot to say lol,, this was all over the place dang ahdgahdga jumping from one topic to the other.. i like it, feels like we're having a convo lol

• Likes, comments, reblogs and follow are so greatly appreciated ๑´ᴗ｀๑

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it-happened-one-fic · 2 years

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Hi!! I’m not sure whether your requests are open & if so, if this fits your rules (if not, feel free to ignore it!! :D)

I just wanted to request a fluff/comfort oneshot where an injured/unconscious xiao is found by beidou & the crux and wakes up on the ship ✨ and beidou being the mom she is and insisting that he gets treatment and rests till he feels better and xiao just feeling uncomfortable with the attention but can’t leave since they are in the middle of the sea and he is too weak to teleport LMAO

This is not a ship or anything, I just wanted to see these characters interact ahh

Again, if you don’t have time for requests rn or feel uncomfortable writing it, just ignore it!!

Hope you’re having a great day!!

-🌼

Thanks for the request Daisy Anon! (I hope you don’t mind me calling that since you signed off with a daisy emoji… If you do, just say so!) I typically only write reader-insert fics since reader serves as a bit of a crutch for me, but upon reading your request I felt bad since you couldn’t find my rules post. That is completely my bad, so here you are, a Xiao and Beidou platonic fic as requested as my form of apology. I’m also going to add a link to my rules post to both of my masterlists so no one else has trouble. I hope you enjoy! Fic is under the cut.

Type: Fluff/platonic

Word count: 997

An Adeptus at Sea - Beidou and Xiao (Platonic)

Beidou crossed her arms as she looked down at the boy who lay, curled up in pain and passed out. Her crew stood uncharacteristically timid behind her, “Captain, are you sure? He’s covered in weird black stuff. It looks-”

“It looks like he’s in pain and needs help,” Her one visible eye flashed slightly as she looked up at her crew members. She couldn’t blame for feeling nervous about the strange boy who was indeed leaking what looked to be black smoke. But she also wasn’t about to leave him defenseless and in pain, “Come on, let's get him to the ship and treat him.”

And that was how the young boy who currently lay in the room not far from hers came to be on the Alcor. Beidou didn’t know who he was or what had happened to him. Only that he’d quite obviously been in such incredible pain that he’d passed out.

He was a bit of a mystery, the young boy who practically oozed evil-looking black smoke. Which was why Beidou didn’t waste any time getting to him when she was called from below deck, “Captain! He’s awake!”

When she got there a crew member was already babbling on to the boy. His head was poked through the door as he spoke and he didn’t stop till she hauled him out by his head.

“Leave the kid alone. He only just woke up. And get back to work,” She chuckled slightly as her crewmate scurried off. Leaving her and their passenger alone, with only a wave thrown back over his shoulder at her.

Stepping into the room, she fully expected to see a weakened young boy who would no doubt be timid and filled with nervous questions. What she found instead was her passenger standing, arms crossed and a scowl on his face as soon as she entered the room, “Where am I?”

He didn’t look like he’d been injured at all. In fact, he looked perfectly fine, especially with that annoyed look on his face.

Beidou was proud to say she barely missed a beat. Crossing her own arms and leaning against the doorframe as she spoke, “My ship, The Alcor. We found you injured and passed out so we brought you here to recover.”

He let out a sound suspiciously similar to a scoff and looked off to the side before speaking once more. His tone slightly less annoyed this time, “You’re the one that defeated Haishan.”

She chuckled at his almost accusatory statement, “So you know about that and know who I am. You’re well informed. Mustn’t have been too badly hurt either if you can remember that of all things.”

Despite her amused words Beidou couldn’t help remembering the black smoke that had swirled around him in an almost mocking way as he’d writhed in pain on the ground. To be able to endure pain like that….

Unbidden a memory flashed through her mind. That Lantern Rite when she and the crew hadn’t been able to get into port till after the festivities had ended. She’d seen a young boy’s form floating in the air over Guyun forest. An Adepti….

Eyeing the boy in front of her she couldn’t help but see the similarities between him and that form. Both were fairly short and slender, and that odd smoke did remind her of that silent guardian from that night. If he were an Adepti that would explain how he was in such good shape already when he’d been so injured.

“Are we near the harbor? I’ve been away too long,” The boy’s rough tone drew her out of her thoughts and back to the matter at hand.

“Sorry kid. We’re in the middle of the sea, nowhere near the harbor and it’ll be a few days before we get there,” She watched his reaction silently.

The way his fist clenched in irritation and his gold eyes flashed in a slightly inhuman way that only made her feel more strongly about her growing hypothesis.

“What’s your name?” At her gentle question his eyes snapped over to her. That was an intense stare if there had ever been one. Beidou had just reached her second conclusion about this boy. Despite his small stature she did not want to get on his bad side.

“Xiao,” He said his name almost like it was a warning. Beidou just didn’t know what the warning was for.

“Alright then, Xiao. I’ll see what we can do about getting you home a little faster. But till then you just stay and get rested and recovered.”

Gold eyes held her gaze and he looked like he was going to fight. But as she watched him weighing and judging both her and his options she saw him slowly give way until he at last sighed, “Fine.”

Beidou outright grinned at him, earning herself a strange look from Xiao, “I knew you were the good sort. Don’t worry kid, we’ll be pulling into harbor in no time. Till then you might as well enjoy the seafaring experience.”

Xiao looked startled at her sudden exuberance and she let out a chuckle, “What? Surprised?” “I-” He stopped letting out a slight huff of what sounded irritation, “You’re a strange being to try to comprehend.”

Oh, she could feel it already. She was going to enjoy having this possible Adeptus on board her ship.

She walked towards him, hesitating briefly when he took a single step backwards, eyeing her warily.

“Don’t think about it too hard kid, everyone has their low points in life,” She stopped in front of him and let her hand rest on his head and watched as his gold eyes went wide with surprise.

A small part of her pondered his reactions. It was almost like he wasn’t used to being touched. Her smile softened as she looked at him just before she continued, “Maybe I just want to steer those who are lost back towards a brighter future.”

#Genshin impact #fanfiction #Beidou #Xiao #Genshin fanfic #mywritings #request #anon request #platonic #no reader #xiao fanfic #beidou fanfic #fluff #my writings

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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Family Reunion

A little Illinois fic, no reader

Requested by Anon:

“Could I possibly request something that may be a bit strange? I was wondering if I could request an Illinois fic with the concept of him just being a good person? For example he's out doing his thing and adventuring but he comes across someone in need, like a little kid lost in a market place or somebody injured out in the wilderness and him doing his damnedest to help them.”

Thank you for requesting and being so patient! I hope you like it!! :)

Warnings: none, I don't think

Word Count: 802

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The sun beats down, hot and bright. Beads of sweat drip down Illinois’ face, soaking the back of his neck.

The market around him bustles and busies themselves with setting up stalls, shouting what their products were and trying to convince gullible buyers into paying the outrageous prices. He had to scoff at how much a melon cost. He’d get breakfast somewhere else, thank you.

Some people didn’t have that option.

A small child, maybe 10 years old, if Illinois had to guess (and he was bad at guessing) ran through the market. This wasn’t really unusual. Plenty of people were hurrying, and kids often ran through. But something about him just… stuck.

The child was barefoot, in linen clothes to stave off the heat, and was worriedly looking around for something. Some part of Illy wondered what he was looking for, even what he was worried about. Another part of him said to stay out of it. He was only passing through for leads on his next adventure - nothing more.

Still…

As if the kid was drawn in by Illinois’ stare, he was running over and tugging on his pant legs in an instant. He was speaking so fast, even if Illinois had spoken the language he wouldn’t be able to catch a word. All at once he was conflicted. His information brokers were meeting him in just a few minutes, and he was already running late. But this kid. His face was all scrunched up and snotty. How could he just leave him here when everyone else barely spared him a passing glance?

He gestured for the child to slow down, miming taking a few deep breaths. The kid didn’t understand at first, but he caught on quick. Illinois almost chuckled. Once the kid wasn’t hyperventilating and on the verge of sobbing, he took Illy’s hand and began leading him in a quick jog through the marketplace.

They passed through grimy back alleys and smaller, less-busy streets. Illinois wondered for a moment if the kid walked this path every day. He found himself glancing around a little more than perhaps he needed to, searching every shady corner for anybody with bad intentions.

Before long, the child was dragging him into a run-down little house on the edge of town.

The second they were in the door, the kid let go of his hand and ran to a back room. Despite having been led there, Illinois felt like he was intruding. The house was lived-in and loved-in. The kid peeked around the corner to call for the adventurer, beckoning him to the back room.

His heart immediately crashed through the bottom of his stomach.

Jumping into action, he ran around the house, set on a new mission. His adventure could wait.

He found a bucket, and ran outside to a nearby well with it. Hot, stagnant water wouldn’t do. The sweat dripping down his back didn’t matter anymore. His mind was set. Ah, yes, cold water.

He ran back inside, grabbing a spare rag he found along his way. He set the bucket full of fresh water down on the floor by the kid. The boy could only watch in shock as Illinois dunked the rag in the water, rang it out, and dabbed the cloth on his mother’s forehead.

The woman, more dead than she was alive, shivered as the cold water hit her burning skin. Illinois turned to the boy and showed him how to ring out the cloth and dab it against her forehead. The kid nodded and went to work with determination. In the meantime, Illinois set to work finding more blankets.

Dirt clung to his boots as he strolled down the market street. It was just as busy as the last time he was here, and just as hot, too.

Illinois was jostled out of his revelry as a body slammed into him. His first instinct was to push whoever it was off. But they weren’t trying to fight him. They were hugging him.

He pulled the teenager back by their shoulders, an arm’s length away to see their face. The teen was smiling big, face scrunched up with joy. He looked… familiar, somehow. Another figure entered his peripheral. A woman, calmer than the teenager. She was wrinkled and more tired-looking, but smiling. Tears filled both their eyes.

He remembered them. How could he forget?

He laughed as he ruffled the teen’s hair, pulling him under his arm into a hug. The woman rushed in as well, slinging her arms around the adventurer’s neck and kissing his cheek. He wrapped his own arm around her back to keep her close.

They stood there in the middle of the street for a good while. After all, seeing family again after several years deserves a good, long reunion.

#fanfic #fanfiction #request #requested #markiplier #markiplier egos #illinois #ahwm illinois #no reader #i don't know what genre this is

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straykidsnerd255 · 1 year

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Hey there. So I was wondering, what if Saga’s darkness dragon goddess tells Saga that she found out the Ker was responsible for Saga’s evil side? Would she tell the other gold saints, Athena and the bronze saints about Ker? What would Saga say after hearing this?

Sorry this came out late! I also apologize if this is short!!

Saga would be stunned. He couldn’t believe that Ker was the one behind his evil side. He would sit and try to figure out why everything was happening like it was but when the dragon goddess mentioned wanting to talk to the saints and Athena about it, but, Saga was worried. He wasn’t sure if they would still treat him as a saint of Athena or if they would see him as a traitor or a monster.

The goddess tried to reason with Saga but when nothing was working, she sighed and disappeared and reappeared in front of Athena. Bowing, she began to explain the situation. Athena narrowed her eyes as the mention of Ker being the root cause. She stood from her throne and smiled gently at the goddess before moving towards Saga’s room.

“Saga, are you here?” Athena called out. The mentioned male stiffened where he was sitting on the bed. He cursed the goddess that told Athena before standing up and turning to face Athena. He dropped to his knees and bowed to her. His eyes closed hoping that it would keep the tears from forming in his eyes.

Athena dropped to her knees and pressed her hands to his face, causing his eyes to snap open as she gently tilted his head up. “I’m not angry at you Saga. The dragon goddess told me, and the other saints, what happened. No one here blames you. I don’t blame you for anything that has happened. You had no control over your actions. Ker blinded you. It was not your fault.” Athena smiled, helping Saga up from the ground.

Saga didn’t understand why Athena was treating him with such kindness but he wasn’t going to refuse it. He smiled up at the purple haired goddess before bowing once more. Athena smiled softly before turning back towards the way she had come from. She looked over her shoulder and motioned him to follow her.

When they were back in the main hall, Saga was slightly nervous. The gold and bronze saints were there and watching both him and Athena. He tried to keep himself from trying to shrink away from their gaze but everything changed when he looked up and saw the saints all smiling at him. Athena noticed and smiled as well. She walked back towards her throne, sitting down and holding the staff to the side. “Let’s begin.” She began.

#Saint seiya #Saga #fluff #a little angst #Athena #Darkness dragon goddess (doesn't have a name)#requested #no reader #Enjoy!!#Ker-Made up

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absentcaryatid · 2 years

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Seonghwa's Greatest Triumph

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Part 1 in the ATEEZ Dreams Series

830 words, Content note: all ages

In many ways Seonghwa was living his dream. Never in his life had he expected to be piloting the Millennium Falcon on a smuggling mission. Stars raced by as he closed in on his destination. Suddenly he was not alone and Seonghwa took evasive action. When speed was not enough to foil the local authorities, he braced for battle until Imperial fighters showed up too.

The stars disappeared from the windows and the lights came up. Turning in his seat to face the camera, Seonghwa asked, “Think you can do better? Come to Disney World's 'Millennium Falcon: Smugglers Run' attraction and show off your skills as a pilot.”

This adventure was the latest in a year that had seen so many of his dreams come true. First he had been cast in the latest television serial for the Star Wars franchise. In an ‘iHeartRadio’ interview with Stacy Nam during 'Guerrilla' promotions with ATEEZ, Seonghwa had remarked he would love to be a Jedi. There was no way he could have known one of the show's producers had teenagers who were fans of his group and caught the YouTube video. It took some work, but they convinced their mother to sound him out for a role on the show.

Seonghwa already had some acting experience both with ATEEZ and from his work on the drama Imitation. Once the production crew saw pictures of him dramatically posing in his white outfit and sword at Sungnyemun Gate they were willing to give him a chance at a role. Unsurprisingly, his looks were just as striking in person and combined with a screen test showcasing both acting and stage-fighting prowess Seonghwa was chosen as a Jedi.

With that filming now complete, Seonghwa was currently in costume reliving his Jedi days shooting some commercials to lure more travelers to the 'Star Wars: Galaxy's Edge' attraction at the park. With the final ad now complete, there was one last job while still dressed up. As Seonghwa took a few selfies for ATEEZ social media channels, he noticed a few men in the background in similar clothes.

A cheer went up as he walked over to the guys. They were park employees getting their final costume fitting to play Seonghwa's movie character. Their bows were interrupted by eager handshakes from the idol. Seonghwa's pride only increased as they thanked him for giving them another Asian character to play. As Korean-Americans, their jobs were often spent interacting with guests while dressed in masked outfits. Sure it was fun to be Mickey Mouse or Iron Man, but to play Seonghwa's Jedi they were finally valued for their faces. They looked forward to posing with visitors and portraying a role model to Asian-American kids, and all the others too.

Before he became too teary, Seonghwa suggested a group picture and some lightsaber dueling shots. The unplanned encounter became a cherished memory of being on this project. He hoped his recommendation of Yunho as a future Peter Parker in another Spider-Man adaptation would be taken up and bring even more positive representation.

Two other moments gave him satisfaction on a more personal level. The first was when he decided to open a gift box from Disney on one of his V Live streams. Unpacking the cardboard, he clasped a hand to his mouth and teared up again. Gently lifting one of the action figures from the box, Seonghwa held the image of him as a Jedi to the camera after inspecting it in awe. There were two sent to him so one he preserved for display but the other was carefully opened after reading all the information on the back to the audience watching. He posed the figure and excitedly explained a little about his character and the outfit.

Topping even that moment however, came the next month while streaming on YouTube. Seonghwa opened his latest purchase from the LEGO store. This playset featured elements from the show he had been in. Before he even got into the pleasure of building the rebel base his character was often seen in, Seonghwa rummaged through the cellophane bags looking for the mini-figures. Triumphantly he joined white legs to a robed torso, popped on his round head and plastic hair, then completed the look with the Jedi's lightsaber. In absolute bliss, Seonghwa held up the LEGO version of his Star Wars character while congratulations rolled in from chat participants.

The six wins for 'Geurrilla' had given him pride as a member of ATEEZ. He used to think that might be his biggest accomplishment, though he certainly held out hope for the team to earn a Grammy Award one day. Now, LEGO mini-fig in hand, Seonghwa beamed over this solo achievement. He was over the moon. Anything else that could happen from this point on was icing on the cake. Later in life he might fall in love, even possibly have kids. Until then however, Seonghwa would consider being a LEGO man his greatest triumph.

On to Part 2 in the ATEEZ Dreams Series: Yunho's Other Career

General Masterlist

Masterlist of stories with No Romance

#ATEEZ #ATEEZ Fluff #ATEEZ Fanfic #Kpop Fanfic #Kpop Fluff #Park Seonghwa #Seonghwa #ATEEZ Seonghwa #no reader #no romance #Disney #LEGO #Seonghwa and LEGOs #Star Wars #cross posted on ao3 #ATEEZ Dreams series

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