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A Grim in Devildom

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4:

Mammon stood outside of Cassandra's room. He was staring at her door trying to think of an excuse to come inside.

He wasn't really sure why he was there, maybe because he couldn't get her conversation with Solomon out of his head. He suddenly realized that he could hear voices coming from inside.

"I think you're overreacting..." Cassandra's voice trailed off.

"I'm telling you, not to get too comfortable. Don't let your guard down." An unfamiliar male voice responded to her.

Mammon froze, was there a man in there with her?! He grabbed the doorknob and flung open the door. Cassandra spun around, her blue eyes wide in shock.

"CASSANDRA WHO THE HELL IS IN YOUR ROO-" He stopped looking around, she was the only person standing there.

"MAMMON! WHAT THE FUCK?! Haven't you heard of knocking?!" She yelled at him in a mixture of shock and anger. Her honey-colored hair was puffed up like a cat.

"I-I thought I heard you talkin' to someone!" Mammon looked around wildly, was there really no one else here?

Cassandra froze, "Oh, um, that was me on the phone." She glanced away from him, looking uncomfortable.

He noticed that she was in her pajamas, a black camisole, and a pair of black sleep shorts with red roses on them. A faint blush crept onto his cheeks, unable to stop himself from catching a glimpse of her cleavage.

"Why were you outside my door anyway?" She was giving him an annoyed look and crossing her arms obstructing his view.

"W-well, I just thought that you'd be super nervous about the competition tomorrow! So what could be better than THE Mammon coming to cheer you up! We can watch some Devilflix together!" He went over and turned on her TV, desperate to change the subject after he'd barged in on her.

Cassandra walked over and closed the door. "Alright, fine. But please knock first next time." She sighed, exasperated, and sat down on the other side of the couch.

Mammon was actually surprised she hadn't thrown him out. He watched as she settled down, the menacing cat tattoo on her shoulder staring back at him.

He quickly looked back at the tv before she caught him staring. "W-well, whaddya wanna watch?" He asked realizing he didn't know what she liked.

"Um, well I guess maybe an adventure movie or something?" She glanced at him, seeming slightly nervous.

"I know just the thing!" He smiled and started a movie.

Mammon had always annoyed his brothers with his commentary and outbursts while watching films but to his surprise, Cassandra only smiled. She even started to chime in, making witty jokes and pointing out plot holes. She actually had him laughing with her to the point where he got worried Lucifer might hear.

He found himself looking over at her more and more. It was almost strange to see her smiling and laughing, she usually seemed so cold.

After a while, she stood up and stretched. "It's getting kinda late. I think we'd better call it a night." She said looking at Mammon.

"Yeah, I'll see ya in the mornin'" He got up to leave.

"Hey, Mammon? ...Thanks." Cassandra said looking slightly embarrassed.

Mammon smiled, "No problem! You can always count on The Mammon!" He said as he walked out the door.

The next day after class, Cassandra walked to the location of the contest she and Levi had agreed on, the great hall at RAD. She walked in and looked around in surprise.

All the brothers were there. There was even a table full of food set up. The most surprising thing though, was that Diavolo himself appeared to be overseeing the whole thing.

Asmo smiled as she walked up, "Alright everyone! Finally, the wait is over! It's time for Devils Trivia Showdown!" He was speaking as if he was a game show host.

"Today our competitors will be testing their knowledge regarding a super-popular fantasy series The Tale of The Seven Lords! Now to introduce our two competitors. First, he's a demon who freely admits to being a giant TSL nerd! Meet Leviathan!" Asmo gestured to Levi who looked very confident.

"I am the G.O.A.T. None can oppose me!" Levi smiled and Cassandra wondered why he'd just spelled goat.

"And his challenger claims to have been introduced to TSL very recently after binge-watching the DVDs! Say hello to Cassandra!" Asmo gestured to her.

Cassandra smiled, mirroring Levi's confidence, "You're going down, Leviathan." She crossed her arms and raised her chin as she looked at him.

"You watched the DVDs ONCE! The fact that you would dare challenge me is an insult to TSL itself. It's sacrilege!" Levi said, outraged.

"Serving as judge for today's competition is our very own Demon Lord himself, Diavolo!" Asmo gestured to Diavolo who was smiling like always.

"Hello there, everyone. Good to see you." He nodded and waved to the crowd.

"Color commentary will be provided by Satan. But a good commentator needs to keep a cool head. I wonder if he's really up to the task?" Asmo looked over to Satan.

"I don't think that's going to be a problem. So, I'm doing the commentary? That's a lot of responsibility." He wore his usual charming smile as he straightened his green bowtie.

"Now say hello to our guest demon, the always famished Beelzebub! For his appearance fee, he requested to be compensated in cheeseburgers. How very Beel of him..." Asmo looked over at Beel who was scarfing down all the food on the table and shook his head.

"And your host for today is yours truly, Asmodeus. You all know me, you all love me." Asmo beamed placing his hands on his chest.

"Alright, enough. This is gettin' ridiculous. Let's get this show on the road!" Mammon snapped from the sidelines.

"I thought you hated wasting your time at events like these yet here you are, Mammon. Truly wonders never cease." Lucifer said eyeing Mammon.

"Shut up, Lucifer. I've got some free time that's all." Mammon looked away, blushing.

"Well then, let's start with Cassandra. The seven lords are all brothers. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third oldest." Asmo gave her the first question.

Cassandra felt slightly relieved at the easy question, "corruption, then Fools, then Shadow."

Asmo smiled, "Well, how about that! You're absolutely correct!" He said enthusiastically clasping his hands together.

"Oh come on. Anybody could have gotten that." Levi snorted, crossing his arms.

"Alright, Leviathan. In what year did the lord of Shadow build the blue palace for his imaginary mistress?" Asmo asked Levi.

"Year 693 of the ancient era." Levi said immediately.

"Correct! An impressive showing from a self-described TSL nerd!" Asmo said, and Cassandra started to wonder if they were deliberately going easy on her.

"Is it just me or was that question a little too specific? Only a mega nerd would know that." Satan said frowning slightly. He seemed to be thinking the same as her.

Diavolo chuckled, "This is shaping up to be quite entertaining isn't it, Lucifer?" He nudged Lucifer lightly with his elbow.

"I'm glad you find it to your liking, Diavolo." Lucifer said, looking indifferent.

"Alright back to Cassandra. What does the sixth lord love to eat more than anything else?" Asmo asked looking at her.

This question wasn't so easy but luckily, she knew the answer, "A cursed goat tartare sandwich with cheese."

"Correct! Very impressive! That was a tough one! You really know your stuff don't you?!" Asmo threw his hands up in excitement.

"Now back to Leviathan. In The Tale of the Seven Lords volume 3, page 724, what does the lord of fools say in the fifth line from the top?" Asmo looked intensely at Levi. Cassandra's eyes widened at the ridiculously hard question.

"Money is my dearest friend and closest companion. It's everything to me. The blood bonds with my brothers I share with my brothers are like the weak, wispy threads of a spider by comparison." Levi quoted confidently.

"Amazing! That is correct! An exact match word for word!" Asmo said with a surprised look.

"It's your turn now, Cassandra. Who does the fifth lord love more than anyone else?" Asmo turned back to her.

Another easy question it was obvious that they were deliberately trying to help her now. Perhaps they just wanted to see Levi lose?

"Himself." She answered, glancing around suspiciously.

"Excellent! You're absolutely right!" Asmo smiled, he seemed a lot more excited when she got a question right as compared to Levi.

"Leviathan, you've gotten every question right so far but prepare yourself, question number three is coming at you. In volume 4 of the DVD series, at exactly 159 minutes and 35 seconds in, what is the lord of Masks holding in his left hand?" Asmo asked with a serious expression.

"He's holding a flower from a carnivorous grodoodle plant, grown by the lord of Corruption." Levi didn't miss a beat in answering the difficult question.

Asmo looked disappointed, "Excellent! That only flashed on screen for the briefest of moments yet you still caught it! Your knowledge is truly extensive! In fact, I'd even say it's creepy!" Asmo shook his head.

"Hey is it just me or have all my questions been suspiciously harder than Cassandra's? Anyway, how long are we going to keep this up? It's getting boring." Levi snorted glaring at Asmo.

"Cassandra, It's time to pull out the big guns! Let's see how Levi likes your trump card!" Mammon called out to her from the sidelines.

"What...?" Levi looked at her and Mammon with a scowl.

"Wow! It sounds like a gauntlet has been thrown! It seems that Cassandra has some sort of trump card against Leviathan!" Asmo gasped, placing his hands on his cheeks.

"Well, it's no surprise that Cassandra would come into this with a secret weapon." Satan said placing his hand on his chin.

Cassandra reached down into her uniform and pulled out the wing pendant that Solomon had lent her, holding it up so everyone could see. Levi gasped as soon as he laid his eyes on it.

"W...wait, is that? I don't believe it! It's the Lord of Corruption's lost wing pendant- the platinum version! That's incredibly rare... It's legendary! H-how did you get that?!" Levi sputtered in shock, raising his arm to cover his mouth.

"All right, ... Okay. I suppose that settles who the true TSL nerd is..." Asmodeus said, his words sending Levi over the edge.

"I won't stand for this. All you did was stay up one night binge-watching the DVDs. The idea that YOU could be a bigger fan than me is..." Levi was trembling with rage, his amber eyes glinted under his indigo bangs.

"Wh-whoa, calm down Levi...!" Mammon tried to talk him down but Levi ignored him.

"No... no! I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIIIS!" Levi screamed and transformed.

Cassandra was a bit taken aback that he'd gotten so worked up over a tv series but she immediately tensed. Levi now had black branching horns on his head and a lizard-like tail. Even his outfit had changed, he now wore a black and white hoodie and snakeskin pants.

"Uh oh...! Cassandra, run! Get out of there!" Mammon yelled at her.

Cassandra knew she didn't have a chance trying to outrun a demon, she was going to have to take him by surprise.

Instead of running away, she ran right at Levi with a determined look. Mammon yelled at her but she ignored him. She was in work mode now.

Needless to say, Levi was shocked that a human would dare charge toward him in his demon form. His eyes went wide as she suddenly shot forward.

At the last possible second, she darted to the side, trying to pivot around so she was facing Levi's right side. To her horror, she felt her feet sliding out from under her. She fell hard, sliding across the floor and wincing as she felt something sharp pierce her wrist.

She had slipped in some melted ice cream that Beel had been eating. She looked up and glared at Levi who was spinning around to face her while reaching for her boot knife.

"Cassandra!... Dammit, I'm not gonna make it in time...!" She looked over in surprise to see that Mammon was trying to get to her. Wasn't he better off with her dead?

A brutal snarl erupted by her ear and she saw a black furry blur run out between her and Levi.

"NO!DON'T!" She screamed at Kieran, terror gripping her.

"GAOTH!" He cast a primitive wind spell in Gaelic, managing to push Levi back a few feet.

She threw herself at Kieran, catching him as he slumped over, having used all the magic he had left. She clutched him to her chest, hunching over him protectively.

"...Did that cat just use magic?" Satan's astounded voice first broke the silence followed by Beel coughing and sputtering in shock.

"Wha?! Where did that cat come from?!" Mammon shouted in surprise and Asmo let out a dramatic gasp.

She looked up slowly to see Lucifer in his demon form stepping between her and a stunned Levi. He had two pairs of black raven-like wings spreading out from his back and a pair of horns curling up from his head. There was also a black diamond on his forehead that wasn't there before.

"I believe you were going to settle this via QUIZ, not through violence?" His voice echoed off the walls as he looked at her and Levi.

His eyes stopped on Kieran, who was recovering in her arms. "What is that?" He growled.

She straightened up, climbing to her feet as she cradled Kieran. "H-he's my friend. He was brought here with me." She was unable to stop her voice from shaking. Lucifer's demon form was just as majestic as it was intimidating.

"Ohho! I thought I detected another human when I summoned Cassandra here! So that was you!" Everyone turned to look at Diavolo as he walked forward looking at Kieran.

"Human?" Lucifer gave him a surprised look.

Diavolo continued to address Kieran as he stopped in front of her, "That's quite a powerful curse you have on you! Why don't you introduce yourself?"

Kieran looked at her, "Put me down, I'm fine." He huffed and she set him on the ground. He looked at everyone in the room and sighed.

"My name is Kieran Lugh. I'm a sorcerer who's been with Cassandra's family for many years." He said wrapping his tail around himself as he looked up a Diavolo.

"So you've been hiding this entire time?" Lucifer growled, glaring at him.

"If you're going to send Kieran back you'll have to send me back too. He's the only family I have left and I'm not leaving him like this!" Cassandra said glaring at Diavolo and Lucifer.

Lucifer opened his mouth to speak but Diavolo's laughter cut him off. "I never said anything about sending him back. As a matter of fact, I find this all very entertaining!"

"Diavolo are you sure about this?" Lucifer gave him an exasperated look.

"Now Lucifer, I'm sure you and your brothers can work something out." Diavolo gave him a confident smile.

Lucifer sighed and turned back to Levi, "Levi, go to your room and cool off." Levi hesitated, glaring at Cassandra and Kieran.

"Levi? You heard what he said right?" Diavolo raised an eyebrow at him.

"...yeah." Levi said as he turned and left.

Cassandra looked over at Mammon. He had an odd expression on his face that she couldn't quite read. He was looking at Kieran and Lucifer.

"So, what now? What about the contest?" Asmo asked looking around. Cassandra blinked, she'd completely forgotten about it after everything that had just happened.

"I guess this means the competition ends in a draw. Neither of them won." Diavolo said, crossing his arms.

"Hey, Cassandra! You're bleedin'!" Mammon said racing to her side.

"Huh?" She lifted her arm and saw she'd cut open her wrist when she fell.

"Oh, this? It's nothing. I'll just wash it off and it'll be fine." She said dismissively.

"Yeah but don't humans scar and stuff? Cmon I'll help ya bandage it." He insisted, leading her out of the room.

They went back to her room, Mammon left briefly to find bandages. She took the opportunity to change into her casual clothes.

Mammon came back after a few minutes and started trying to bandage her wrist.

"So... That voice I heard last night was Kieran wasn't it? Why didn't ya just tell me?" He said glancing at Kieran who was sitting on her bed.

"I was afraid Lucifer would get rid of him, obviously!" She said frowning at him.

"Hey! I'm not a snitch like that goody-two-shoes Satan! You can trust me! We have a pact remember?" He protested while fumbling with the bandages.

"I beg to differ. You're doing a terrible job with those bandages by the way." Kieran huffed giving Mammon a disdainful look.

"Ugh. Look, I've gotta look after ya don't I? So the least ya could do is have a little faith in me. That goes for both of ya." Mammon shot Kieran a glare.

"By the way, what the hell were ya doing charging Levi like that?! Were you trying to get yourself killed?! Are ya crazy?!" Mammon said, tightening the bandages.

"That's one way of putting it." Kieran snorted, lashing his tail.

"I was trying to catch him by surprise. I would have to if I hadn't slipped." She looked down at the ground in a mixture of frustration and embarrassment.

Mammon sighed, "Next time, wait for me ok? I'm gonna be the one to save you alright?" He had a dark blush on his cheeks. She and Kieran both gave him surprised looks.

"...And if I can't manage to save ya, then make sure you die, got it?! I don't want no one else steppin' in and savin' you all right?! It's me or no one understand?! " Mammon gave her an intense look.

"So, if I can't save myself, die. Got it." Cassandra laughed, removing her hand from his.

"Goddamnit! Don't encourage her! Keeping her alive is hard enough as it is!" Kieran hissed at Mammon.

"Hey! I'm being serious here!" Mammon jumped to his feet, glaring at them.

"So am I. I didn't make a pact with you for you to take risks for me." Cassandra gave him a serious look, placing her hands on her hips.

Mammon looked taken aback for a second, "This ain't about the pact! I'm the one who's supposed to look after ya remember? It's my job!"

Suddenly, her D.D.D rang interrupting their conversation.

She pulled out her phone to see that Levi had texted her.

"It's Levi. He wants me to come to the Planetarium." She said looking up at Mammon and Kieran.

"What, to finish you off?!" Kieran growled, bristling.

"I don't think so, not after being told off by Lucifer." Mammon said shaking his head.

"Well, I guess I better go then. I'll see you in the morning, Mammon." She said, throwing on her coat before she walked out. On her way there she adjusted the bandages that Mammon had clumsily wrapped around her wrist.

The planetarium was one of the more interesting rooms in the house. It was somewhat like a sunroom in the human world. The exterior walls were made of glass, showing the ever-present night sky. Models of planets hung from the ceiling giving the room a mystical look.

"...Finally. I've been waiting for you to show up." Levi huffed when he saw her walk in.

"Where's your cat friend?" He asked, noticing she was alone.

"He's resting. He used up a lot of magic to fend you off." She crossed her arms, frowning.

"Hmph. You got lucky. Do you know why I called you here?" He said clenching his fists.

"I can only assume you wanted to finish me off?" She said causally shrugging her shoulders.

To her surprise, he laughed at her response. "Good guess! You're sharp! The truth is that I was planning on doing that until a minute ago. Because I won't stand for anyone else being a bigger TSL nerd than me. But Lucifer would be mad if I did so I've given up on the idea." He stopped and looked away awkwardly.

Is he still hung up on that TSL thing? She thought, staring at him with wide eyes.

"...Alright look. Here's the thing. You remember the reason we had the competition, right? It was to find out who the biggest TSL nerd was. And I told you that if you won I'd enter a pact with you." He looked away, somewhat shy.

She blinked, she didn't actually remember anything about a pact. She just wanted the record to distract Lucifer. However, making a pact to ensure she got it might work in her favor.

"That little trump card you pulled out was a real dirty trick... But a promise is a promise. It really kills me to do this but I'll keep my end of the bargain. I'll make a pact with you." He smiled as if he was doing her a great favor.

"Oh, um, thank you?" She said, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck.

He nervously held out his hand to her and she took it. Despite his bold words a few moments before, his palms were sweaty.

"... I am Leviathan. Avatar of Envy. I pledge myself to you Cassandra Grimm... That we may be bound by an unbreakable pact." They were surrounded by a golden light just like she had been with Mammon.

"...So, what's this all about anyway? There's something you're not telling me isn't there? You must have some sort of ulterior motive." Levi gave her a suspicious look.

"I want to borrow your copy of the TSL soundtrack." She said, not wanting to beat around the bush.

"AHA! I knew it! I knew no one would actually WANT to make a pact with me. Well, I don't know what you're planning but... Just don't sell it ok?" He said looking somewhat hurt.

They went back to his room where he retrieved the record. He handed it to her with a glum expression.

"You'd better give it back when you're done, is that clear? It's super rare so don't lose the inserts or the sleeve or anything!" He said after handing it over, giving her a stern look.

"Ok, Levi I understand. Thank you." She said before turning to leave. She heard Levi huff and close the door.

She walked over to Lucifer's room, standing in front of his door for a minute before she hesitantly knocked.

"The doors open. Come in." Lucifer said from inside. She turned the knob and stepped inside.

He had a very large room, there was a roaring fireplace and a king-size bed. Overall, the room had a very classical look. Large, ornately framed paintings adorned the walls.

"Ah, Cassandra, it's you. Today was really quite the disaster, wasn't it?" He closed the book he was reading and walked over to her.

He sighed "You should know that Levi's not normally like that. He's a high-ranking demon, but quite harmless by nature. Try not to hold it against him." He gave her a somewhat apologetic look.

"I won't. I came here to lend you this as a thank you for letting Kieran and I stay." Cassandra held out the record.

A look of shock came over his face when he saw the record. "Wh...! Is that what I think it is?!" He took the record out of her hands.

She felt an immediate sense of relief, she had been worried Mammon had sent her on a wild goose chase. Lucky for him, she wouldn't have to strangle him.

"Ah, now I get it. So this is why you wanted to make a pact with Levi. I'll go ahead and take this. But don't be mistaken, I only let you stay because of Diavolo." He said giving her a guarded look.

"Still, I really do appreciate this. I think I'll spend tonight savoring every last note of this music... Which means I won't be able to leave my room tonight. We demons can't resist temptation. But don't think that means you're free to climb the stairs, that's off-limits. Good night Cassandra." He gave her a sly smile as she turned and left.

She went back to her room to get Kieran. She wasn't going to climb those stairs alone after all.

"Come on, Kieran, we're going up the stairs." She said opening the door to her room.

Kieran's eyes glowed from the darkness of her bed. She heard him jump down and move towards the door.

"Wha? What happened with Levi?" He asked stepping out into the hall with her.

"Would you believe he wanted to make a pact with me?" She chuckled, putting her hands in her pockets.

"Seriously? Why is this so easy for you?" He sighed wearily, looking concerned.

They stopped at the base of the stairs. Cassandra listened for a minute and started climbing the stairs. A man's voice was calling her name.

"Careful, Cass, we don't know what that is." Kieran growled, bristling behind her.

She stopped to pull out her boot knife before continuing, hugging the wall as she did so.

At the top of the stairs was a barred door, a man stood on the other side peering out at her. She stepped out into the light, pointing her knife in his direction.

The man smiled when he saw her, "I knew you'd be able to find me. You can relax, I'm not going to hurt you. I can't even get out." He eyed the knife in her hand.

She lowered her knife and came closer to the door to get a better look at him. He had dark hair that turned light at the tips. His bangs obscured one of his violet eyes. He was wearing a blue shawl over a white T-shirt and khaki pants with brown lace-up boots.

"Who are you?" She asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Who am I?... That's a good question. I forgot the answer long ago myself." He avoided her question.

She frowned not liking his answer. "Are you a demon?" She tried pressing him again.

The man looked appalled. "Don't be ridiculous! The thought of being one of them sends shivers up my spine. I'm a human, just like you. A demon imprisoned me in here long ago. It's Lucifer. I'm guessing you've met him."

She narrowed her eyes. The only way he could be telling the truth was if he was a sorcerer. It was far more likely that he was a demon lying to her. Perhaps she shouldn't have come.

"I'm begging you, Cassandra. You've gotta get me out of here." He pleaded pressing against the bars.

"He's lying. There's no way that he's human." Kieran hissed behind her, lashing his tail.

"Is... There someone with you?" The man looked up, surprised.

"Down here." Kieran growled next to her.

The man looked down his eyes going wide when he saw Kieran. "Are you... Cursed?" He asked in amazement.

"Yes, but back to the issue at hand. You're not being very honest with us now, are you? Lucifer has no reason to lock up a normal human." Kieran growled, glaring up at him.

The man paused for a moment before answering. "...I'm a sorcerer. Lucifer tricked me for my powers. I'm asking for your help." He looked between her and Kieran, his eyes pleading.

"Help you how? We can't do anything to Lucifer." Cassandra didn't hide her scathing tone.

The man's eye twitched. "I'll tell you. Now the door has been magically sealed. It can only be opened with the consent of Lucifer and his six brothers. You should make pacts with them. That way you can bend their will. You've already got Mammon and Leviathan under your control, right? The rest should be just as simple." He smiled at her.

"How do you know about my pacts?" She asked even more suspicious now.

"That's not important. What matters is that I'm counting on you. You're the only one that can help me now." He shook his head, avoiding her question again.

"You've got to start by gaining their trust. If you want to do that, you can't tell them you spoke with me. You should start with Beelzebub. I know you can get me out of here." He looked at her hopefully.

She eyed him coldly, "... I'll think about it." She said, turning around and heading down the stairs.

The next morning, she awoke later than usual. She quickly got dressed, noticing a new mark on her right ankle. It looked like a fish hook. She brushed her fingers over it before slipping on her boots and heading to the dining room.

Lucifer was the only one still there. She pulled up her usual chair, noticing a new chair had been added to the table. It had cushions on the seat and a small plate set on the table.

"Wh-who did this?!" She asked, shocked they'd be so considerate of Kieran.

"Good morning Cassandra, Kieran. I believe Satan did. He has a soft spot for cats." Lucifer replied.

Kieran's ear twitched as he jumped up into his seat. "I'm not really a cat, but I won't turn down free hospitality!" He settled in as she placed food on his plate.

"I have to say, I enjoyed last night immensely. I listened to that record over and over. Because of that, I'm running on little sleep today. But I'm in a great mood." He smiled at her as she started eating.

"I see you're up late today. I take it you didn't get much sleep either. Did something happen last night to keep you up?" He narrowed his eyes, and she stopped and looked at him.

"I've always had trouble with bad dreams. It's nothing new." She shrugged as she used the truth to mask the lie.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Now let me give you some advice. You should focus on surviving this year, finishing the exchange program, and returning to the human world. That's all you need to concern yourself with. Forget about what happened last night. I allowed you to satisfy your curiosity since you brought me that record. I assure you it won't happen again." He gave her a hard stare.

He had known that she'd disobeyed his orders. However, he didn't seem concerned about it. She exchanged glances with Kieran and nodded back to him.

Mammon had just gotten back after a student council meeting. He walked inside the house and decided to go check on Cassandra, he hadn't seen her since class. He hadn't even gotten to walk home with her because of the stupid council meeting.

He ran up the stairs and paused at the door, remembering what had happened the other day. He knocked lightly and called out to her but there was no answer.

He opened the door and walked inside looking around. There was no sign of her or Kieran. A slight breeze blew in from the open window.

"Huh. I wonder where they went." He checked his phone to see if she'd told him she was going somewhere. Nothing.

As he was standing there alone in her room he was suddenly overcome with the temptation to look around. They were friends, right? She seemed so secretive with her talks with Solomon and her relationship with Kieran.

He felt his stomach twist with jealousy as he marched over to her drawers and started going through them. Maybe there was something he could find that would tell him her secrets or better yet something he could sell.

He hummed opening drawer after drawer. "~What's Cassandra's is mine, and what's mine is...miiiine~" To his disappointment, he only found some school supplies.

"Ya know... Cassandra doesn't really have anything good here. I guess that's not surprising since she came here with nothin' and all." He sighed and opened the last drawer.

His eyes shot open when he saw the contents. It was her underwear drawer. He stared at the silky-looking bras and panties for a bit longer than he should have before slamming the drawer shut.

"Guh, N-nothing in her drawers! Let's see what's in the closet!" He felt his cheeks burn as he made his way over to the closet, jerking it open.

Her school uniform and several shirts and pants hung inside as well as the long coat she often wore. He stopped to get a closer look at the coat she'd arrived in. It was much too big for her, often it slumped down around her arms unable to fit her properly.

"Why does she wear this thing? It looks old... Wait is this a man's coat?!" He stiffened, could she have a boyfriend? He shook his head, so what? Why did he care what a stupid human wore anyway?

He looked down, "Wait... what's this? I spy a promising box! What could it be? Money?... Nah. It doesn't smell like money." He lifted the lid, wondering if he'd found her diary.

He frowned in disappointment, "...ugh, there ain't nothin' good in here at all. Just some chocolate and cookies." He grumbled.

"I'll take that." Beelzebub practically materialized next to him, grabbing the box from his hands.

"Aha, I knew it. Whenever there's food, you always show up don't ya? Guaranteed." He shook his head as Beel grabbed a cookie.

"Like you've got room to criticize. Whenever there's money YOU show up don't you Mammon?" Beel snorted and started munching on the cookies.

"Hmph. You're lucky. All you gotta do is start whining about being hungry and someone usually gives you something to eat. I ask people for money all the time and nobody ever gives me any." Mammon crossed his arms and glared at Beel who was focused on eating.

"Hey, come on! You're not even paying attention!" He snapped and turned back to the clothes in the closet.

"...Anyway, that's why I'm forced to go digging through this stuff when Cassandra's not around. I guess I could sell these uniforms and stuff to make money. Human exchange students are pretty unique. There might be some crazies who collect this stuff." He eyed the coat hanging in the closet.

"Whatever. You know you're not going to do it, Mammon." Beel snorted, giving him an amused look.

"Eh? What are you talking about?" He stopped and looked back at Beelzebub.

"I'm saying you're all talk. You're not actually going to sell Cassandra's stuff no matter what you claim." Beel grinned at him, knowing he was right.

"Wh... Hey! Don't pretend that you know what I will and won't do! In case you've forgotten, you're talkin' to THE Mammon, avatar of greed! You'd better bet I'd sell her stuff... I'd even sell Cassandra and Kieran if there was any profit in it! Listen if ya think I care about how some random human feels you're dead wrong!" He huffed, desperately trying to prove his point.

Beel sighed and shook his head. "Even if you did steal something out of Cassandra's room, what would be the point? You made a pact. Which means if Cassandra tells you to give it back, you'd have to."

"I know that! But it's possible nobody will know I took it!" Mammon looked away, irritated.

Beel chuckled, "Just be honest, you're not planning on stealing anything. The truth is you like your human so much you can't help wanting to dig through her stuff." He set down the now empty box.

"Wh...WHAT?! Is that s'posed to be a joke?! Why would I be interested in some dumb human?! A-anyway Cassandra can't even use magic or nothin'. Why would I care-" Mammon stuttered, his mind racing.

"Listen to you. You're desperate to deny this. You're almost in a panic over it." Beel chuckled as Mammon sputtered in front of him.

"I have to say, it seems Cassandra kinda likes you too. She smiles more when you're around." Beel said thoughtfully, placing a hand on his chin.

Mammon felt his heart flutter. "R...Really? Are you serious? You think she... Likes me?" He felt butterflies in his stomach as a huge grin stretched across his face.

"...Well now that you mention it. She does strike up conversations with me more than other demons, right? Maybe I give off the aura that I'm someone who's okay to confide in...?" He felt warm and fuzzy thinking about the other night when they'd watched a movie together.

"Now that I think about it, it's really not surprising. I'm good-looking, I'm smart. And how do I put it... I'm the sort of demon you WANT on your corner. It may not always be obvious but I'm one of Devildom's elite! One of the seven rulers of the underworld. So it only makes sense that Cassandra would be really taken with me." He grinned, a blush spreading on his cheeks as he puffed out his chest. There was a sudden flash and click.

"What was that?" He snapped out of the blissful feeling and looked at Beel.

"That was me taking a picture of you. I wanted to get a shot of that lame, goofy smile on your face." Beel grinned at him, holding up his phone.

"Wh-what'd you say?" He stammered, looking at him in horror.

"I mean, that was some look you had. Just the thought that you might be special to Cassandra made you so happy that I thought you were about to do backflips." Beel laughed and shook his head.

"Hey...no! You delete that right now!" He lunged at Beel trying to snatch the phone out of his hands.

There was suddenly a commotion by the window, causing both him and Beel to turn and look.

Cassandra leaped through the window followed closely by Kieran. She looked up and everyone in the room froze.

"Did... You just jump off the roof?" Beel said, stunned, still holding his phone above his head.

"Uh, yeah... I hang out there sometimes." She said awkwardly.

"Wha? Why the roof? Isn't that kinda dangerous for a human?!" Mammon said, forgetting about the phone.

"It is for most humans, yes." Kieran quipped and Cassandra shot him a quick glare.

"I do it all the time back at home! Why are you guys in my room anyway?!" Cassandra regained her composure and put her hands on her hips, glaring at them.

"I smelled food." Beel said, smiling.

"Aw, Beel! Did you eat my stash? I was saving that!" She gave him an annoyed look before turning her icy eyes on Mammon.

"I-I was lookin' for ya! That's all! Beel's the only one who took somethin'!" He stammered pointing at Beel.

"So you started looking for us in the drawers and the closet? I must say how very thorough of you." Kieran sneered at Mammon sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

"You were going through my stuff, looking for something to sell weren't you?" She glared at Mammon crossing her arms.

"Hey! No! What kinda guy do ya take me for?! Ya don't even have anything worth nothin'! Just that crummy coat!" He protested, gesturing at her sparse closet.

She raised an eyebrow at him, "It's valuable to me. It was my grandfather's. Frankly, I'm not really surprised, I figured you'd try to steal my stuff at some point." She shook her head in disappointment.

"Y-your grandfather's?" He felt a slight twinge of relief before he finished processing what she said.

"Hey! I said I WASN'T stealin' nothing!" He protested again.

She sighed, "Whatever you guys. Look, I've got homework to do so if you don't mind..." She said ushering them out the door.

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bludemons · 3 years

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Hi! Could I request a Emily x fem (she/her) reader blurb? Basically it takes the evernts from season 14 ep:7. After the case Emily and the reader go visit Andrew in the hospital and Andrew try’s to hit on Emily and the reader gets all jealous. Just major fluff! Ty:)

27 minutes of jealousy (Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Y/N is jealous and Emily surprises her (don't wanna give to much away)

Warnings: case talk (s14 e7), a bit of angst, jealousy, fluff

Word count: 1770

A/N: This was requested by an anon and I tried my best. I guess it's a bit longer than it's supposed to be and a lil bit different but I really hope that you like it anon and thank again for requesting

This case was a hometown one. A pair of brothers, which you and the team had already profiled, were on a manslaughter spree, harming people with a machete. Dave, Penelope, Tara, Luke and you were stuck in the bareau as Luke was still in desk duty after what happened previously and you because your girlfriend, also known as Emily Prentiss, the Unit Chief of the BAU, said that she didn't need you out in the field. But was that really the reason why you were stuck at the office?

You thought about that a lot even though you tried to focus on the case. Emily and another FBI agent, called Andrew Mendoza, delivered the profile and of course you and your colleagues watched it live. You couldn't take your eyes off of your girlfriend but you also noticed how dangerously close she was standing besides Andrew. His eyes looked over to her every now and then, basically just checking her out, which of course made you angry but you couldn't do anything about it.

But when Emily actually called Luke, Luke who was still on desk duty, while you definitely weren't, to go out in the field to investigate with Spencer and JJ, you couldn't control your anger anymore. You slammed the file you were currently holding onto the desk in the conference room which caused Tara and Dave to look at you. "I can't believe her. I actually can't. He's still on fucking desk duty and she calls him to go out in the field. What's her problem? Am I not good enough or does she not want me to see her and Mendoza together?", you said as you started to breathe faster and more exaggerated.

Tara stood up and carefully put her hand on your upper arm, in a manner to calm you down, which didn't help at all. "Why don't we two go and grab some coffee?", she suggested and you agreed, maybe a cup of coffee would help your nerves to calm down.

About 45 minutes later, when Luke was already back at the office, he and Tara were called to go back into the field, together with Emily, Matt and Andrew. You knew you were acting against Emily's orders when you decided to drive with Luke and Tara. And to say that your girlfriend wasn't pleased with the situation was an understatement, she was mad, like really mad. She ordered you to stay behind at the cars with some other officers and the medics. You weren't happy with that decision but you also knew that it wouldn't end well if you didn't follow her orders again.

You were talking to one of the officers when you heard the screams of students but you still didn't move and waited for your Unit Chief to give you the permission. You didn't hear her say anything until she checked in with everyone else, trying to figure out what happened and then your earpiece went silent again. A few minutes later you heard her call for medics and you didn't hesitate to run with them, you just needed to know that Emily was alright. As soon as you arrived you saw her talking with Tara but you didn't hesitate running into her arms, almost tackling her down to the ground. She steadied you both and put her arms around you while you kept repeating that she's okay.

But Emily only held you for a few seconds before she removed her arms and went over to Andrew who was already laying on a gurney, talking to him. She didn't even say a single word to you, just leaving you standing there and talking to someone she just met. After the medics told both, Andrew and Emily, that he needs to go to the hospital now, she went back to you. "C'mon let's go with them. I wanna see how he's doing and he wanted to talk to me", she said as she walked towards the car. You stood there, in total disbelief, looking at her before you started to love towards the car too.

You settled down on the passenger seat, watching the landscape pass by, not saying a single word. Emily noticed that something was wrong with you but she decided to talk about that when you were back home. The moment your girlfriend parked the car, you went out and straight into the hospital, keeping as much distance to her as possible. Emily was fast to walk after you, keeping her tracks close behind you. Andrew had already texted her in which room he was. She walked there straight and again, not saying a single word. You heard a quiet 'yes' after Emily knocked, she opened the door and you both walked into the room. Andrew laid in the bed, shirt open and with a bandage around his lower abdomen.

"Hey you, how are you holding up in here?", Emily asked him while you just stood beside her, awkwardly staring at your feet. You felt utterly uncomfortable because you felt the tension between the other two people in the room. "I'm okay, the meds are pretty strong", Andrew laughed as he carefully held this stomach. "Well that's good. When do you get out of here? Cause I think you owe me a drink since I saved your life", Emily laughed as well, but you froze beside her.

Did she really just say that? You weren't sure if you heard the right thing, but as soon as Andrew answered her, you knew you heard it right. "Oh yeah, of course. Maybe even more than just a drink, maybe dinner too", he spoke more to himself than to Emily. That was enough for you, you lifted your head, shot Emily a glare and left the room without a word, maybe closing the door a bit too loud.

You had this feeling the entire day and now you knew that you weren't overreacting. Maybe you really weren't enough for her. Maybe she wanted a man and not you in her life. And maybe that man way Andrew. You slid down one of the walls with your eyes closed, burying your head in your hands. You entirely drowned out your surroundings until you felt a hand on your shoulder. It made you look up at the person standing in front of you, being surprised when you saw your girlfriend.

"Wanna tell me what's up with you?", she asked as she bent down to be at the same height as you. "It's nothing, it's stupid", you whispered, your gaze shifting back to your feet. Emily's hand reached for your chin, softly lifting your head causing you to look at her. "Something's bothering you, I know that and I've noticed that for some time now and whatever it is I wanna make it better. Did I do something wrong?", Emily sat down beside you, her hand now on your knee.

"Do you wanna go out with him? Do you wanna be with him and not me?", your voice was so quiet that she had trouble understanding what you were saying, but she still did. "Of course not, how could you think that? Yes, I did think about going out on a drink but not without you. You're my girlfriend and the love of my life, so please tell me how you could think that I want to go out with him", her words were genuine, she said the truth. A few tears found their way down on your cheeks. "You…", you sighed, "you didn't want me in the field today, even called Luke out to investigate while he's still on desk duty. And you delivered the profile with Andrew while he was basically checking you out in front of the whole city. Plus you barely talked to me and when Matt arrested the unsub and I was clinging in your arms, glad that nothing happened to you, all you cared about was him."

Emily's eyes softened immediately."Baby", her voice was the softest it's been all day, "I didn't want you out in the field because I know how you are, you do everything to keep everyone safe except yourself, and there were two unsubs with machetes on the streets. I just didn't want you to get hurt. And I know that this is not a reason to keep you out of the field, I really do know that but I especially didn't want you to get hurt today." You were barely able to make out what her last sentence was saying but you still could. "Why today? What is so special about this day?", you asked her.

"Because…", it was her time to sigh, "because I wanted to make today, the temporary, best day of your life. Well, not only yours but mine too", she grinned slightly. "Emily, what are you talking about? I really don't get it", you looked at her, noticeably confused. She looked at you for a second before she roomed around in her bag, getting out a small box.

No, no, no, no, no. This couldn't be true. This couldn't be happening. You had closed your eyes but when your girlfriend asked you to open them, you did what she asked you to. You opened your eyes, looking into hers, not daring to look down to the box in her hand. "I planned something completely different, a bath, dinner and a long speech but I think I can pass that now", she laughed. "I thought about this for a while, well more than just a while now, and I was waiting for the perfect moment to ask you but I guess there will never be this specific moment. So I'm just gonna do it here, in a hospital, on the floor. But, Y/N, you're the love of my life, my soul mate, you're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to have a family with you. So I'm just gonna ask you now", she chuckled nervously, "do you wanna marry me? Do you wanna become another Mrs. Prentiss?"

You looked at her, tears brimming in your eyes again, finally looking down into her hands, seeing the most perfect ring you've ever seen. You looked back up to her, the tears falling down on your cheeks while you nodded. "Yes, yes, yes, of course I want to", you tried to keep your voice as quiet as possible, still sitting on the hospital floor. She grinned, placing a quick kiss onto your lips before she literally put the ring on your finger.

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hello-everyfandom · 4 years

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“I’m doing this for you!”

Warnings: Mentions of death and war

Pairing: Sirius Black x PotterSister!Reader

Words: 2.2k

Summary: James forbids his reader from going on an undercover mission for his sister

(More angst for you all!)

“Absolutely not.”

“It’s not up to you, James,” you argued.

“Like hell it is! You’re my little sister, and I forbid it.”

“James, perhaps if you’ve for once decided not to speak out of your arsehole, then we could continue. But I must insist, that this decision was not, and is not yours to make, entirely so.”

From where you sat, your older brother leaned against the kitchen counter. His arm crossed against his body and the other against his chin in frustration. The walls of his hidden away home were quiet as the Potter twins separated into the kitchen to speak amongst themselves as siblings.

He squinted his eyes, cleaning his glasses on the bottom of his cotton shirt before replying.“And if not mine, then whose decision?”

“It’s my own. It’s my decision.”

“You cannot! It’s... it’s not even debatable.”

“James,” you said sternly, “this is happening.”

James looked at his sister, only younger by several minutes, and yet still saw you as a child.“Don’t you understand it is dangerous? More dangerous than you could ever understand?” he wanted to take you by the shoulders and shake you vigorously.

“As if I were even slightly unaware of the dangers of this,” you said sarcastically.

“And yet you are still stupid enough to agree to it?” James slipped his glasses back on with shaky fingers.

“Stupid? You’ve always been overprotective, but now this is just bordering abusive.” you lightly joked, hoping to see a smile reach across his face to mirror yours. Your smile dropped when you noticed his grave expression, pale to the skin.

“James-”

“I’m delighted you can joke about it, the idea of dying a grizzly, cruel death.

”You groaned at his overdramatic stature, “You’re overreacting.”

“Am I? Y/N, you seem to be underreacting. This, this mission, this undercover assignment is mental, it’s practically a death wish.”

“I’m a skilled witch, I know what I’m doing.”

“I’m not arguing you’re not phenomenal at duels, but this is much different then Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Y/N.”

You thought back to your conversation with Dumbledore. He had admitted to a close group of the Order that they were in dire need of Death Eater intel. Most of the people he had told refused considering the danger it’d put themselves and their family, however, he turned to you, the youngest Potter to take up the responsibility of joining the inside ranks of Lord Voldemort. You agreed quickly, understanding the current losing position of the Order. It was telling James that was more difficult than ever.

“Do you not understand?” James asked sharply.

“Of course I do, James. But, it’s my responsibility.”

“It’s selfish, is what it is.”

“What!?” you exclaimed.

“You’re willing to risk your life, for what? What about us? Your family?”

“I’m doing this for you!” you shouted angrily. The door creaked open slightly, showing Lily’s figure holding tiny baby Harry in her arms.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, I’m putting Harry to bed and thought he would want to say goodnight to his favorite aunt.” You stood to meet her, gathering your nephew in your arms. “Is everything alright?” she looked worriedly to her husband and to her sister in law.

“Yes.”

“No.” the two of you said at the same time.

“I’m sorry, Prune, your father seems to be more of a prick today than usual,” you cooed to Harry who seemed to grow every day. You gave your nephew the nickname Prune after his birth when you noticed how wrinkled he was, like a dried prune fruit.You held Harry close, reminding yourself why this mission was of extreme importance. You were doing it to create a world for Harry to live in, a world that was safe from prejudice and violence. James whispered a soft goodnight and kissed his forehead, handing Harry back to his mother. She glanced between the Potter twins.

“Sirius and I will be in the living room,” you nodded in response as the kitchen door shut behind her.

“James, please.”

“I just don’t understand. I don’t understand why you would agree to this?”

“That’s the problem without a key or an answer. You wouldn’t understand, even if you were me, James, you’d never understand.”

James bit his lip and narrowed his eyes, “Explain it to me then, because it is rather unfathomable to understand why you’d go through such great lengths to ensure your own death in the unfortunate and probable circumstance that anyone finds out you’re a spy.”

“Fine then. For Harry.”

“Harry?” he asked confused, “What do you mean?”

“I’m doing this for Harry. You wouldn’t understand because he is your son, it is your job to stay here, in your home with your wife and protect your family here. It is my job to go out and protect your family from out here.” You said after taking a deep breath, “And, if I die, then at least I die trying to protect my own blood, my nephew. And that’s as good as any reason there is.”

“Y/N...”

“Don’t you see? It is not up to me, or you, it is about Harry. It is about winning the war. It’s about ensuring his safety, you know what the prophecy says about his birth! Sacrifices come in all shapes and forms, James. The entirety of this secret home is a sacrifice in itself. I just wish you could understand.”

“Right, well. What about us?” James asked firmly, “What about us? What happens if you die? What about us? Me? Harry? Sirius?”

“I expect you’ll understand the reasoning behind my death, then.”

“But I won’t! All I’ll even comprehend is the fact that my baby sister is dead and it’d be her own fault!”

“It’s not confirmed I actually will die, have you already picked out my casket then?” you said sarcastically once again making James roll his eyes in complete frustration.

“Yes, well, it may as well be in writing.”

You looked to the ceiling as if searching for guidance in this conversation. “If the roles were reversed if I had just had a child with Sirius, would you stay behind closed doors during this mission? Or would you go?”

“Yes, but that’s different-”

“How?!”

“Because I can’t lose you too!” James snapped making your heart drop. Just barely a year ago, your parents had passed away due to nasty Dragon Pox. Though it seemed to hit you harder, losing your parents, but James? He always placed himself as the protector, the brother, and he had never fully expressed his sadness but rather tended to your broken cries. He’d much rather focus on his friends and his growing son than the ache of losing his parents, but the idea of losing his sister? He could barely process the idea without being in utter agony.

“James...”“

Y/N, Dumbledore can find someone else to take your place. Stay here, we can set up the living room for you. I can’t lose my sister too.”

You swallowed back a lump in your throat and encouraged your tears to burrow back in your eyes in “I can’t do that. I leave tomorrow morning before dawn.”

“Y/N...” James nearly cried.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“I’ll come with you.”

“You can’t do that, James. Not with Harry and Lily. Not with the target on your back. You know that.”

“But what if you fail?”

“What if I succeed?”

James swallowed and hurried to wipe his tears of worry, “You’ll come back?”

“I’ll try my hardest to.”

“I mean it, Y/N. You come back or I swear I’ll put dung bombs in your bed again.”

You sent him a sad smile, “I’ll try, James.”

James pushed himself off of the counter and entrapped you in a brotherly hug. He placed his chin on the top of your head, already missing his twin more than anything.

“Did you remember to pack panties?” he joked in a high pitched voice making you snort. That was something your mother used to ask before every family trip they took in the summer up to northern England. It was nice to hear it once again, maybe for the last time.

“I love you,” you said seriously.

“I love you too, now. Well. Go kick ass and make the Potters proud.”

You sent James a grateful smile before exiting to the living room. You passed Lily who gave you a knowing look and entered the kitchen, likely to convene with her husband. Sirius sat facing away from you, looking deep into the embers of the fireplace.

“Sirius?”

“I can’t believe you’re leaving.”

“Not you too!” you laughed,

“‘ve just convinced James now ‘ve got to convince you? Seems like you lot have already planned my funeral and everything.”

“Don’t say that. Don’t say funeral. You’re not going to die.”

“I hope not.” you sat on the arm rest where Sirius sat. Playing with the hair on the back of his neck, he shuddered under your touch.

“As much as I hate to disagree with James, I do understand.” Sirius huffed lightly.

“It’s a duty that we signed up for when joining the Order. And now, with Lord Voldemort and the whispers of a traitor in our ranks?”

“I know.” Sirius turned, holding your soft hand in his and placing his other on your thigh. “Will you at least promise me one thing?”

“Anything.”

“Will you marry me when you come back?”

You beamed through wet tears, breathing deeply, “I will marry you if I come back.”

“No,” you stopped, Sirius looked at you with a firm look, “When you come back, you will marry me.”

“When I come back, I will marry you.” You repeated before placing a loving kiss on Sirius’ lips. He brushed your tears away and kissed your cheeks and then your lips. He whispered words of love and courage to you.

That night was spent in front of the fire in the Potter home. There was a comfortable silence that settled into the bones and veins of each and every one of you, neither words were spoken but only small murmurs. And when the morning arose, you placed a confident smile on your lips and hugged your loved ones goodbye, giving Harry a gentle squeeze on his fat newborn arm. As you apparated away, James and Sirius both let out a heavy sigh.

“She’ll be alright,” Lily assured, rubbing James’ back.“I think so,” Sirius clenched his jaw, already missing you immensely.

As days, weeks, and months passed, you were barely able to send letters to Dumbledore nevertheless to Sirius. But, when they did receive letters, they were short and written in a hurry.

“All okay, don’t worry. Love you.”

“Easier said than done, missing you.”

“Awful people. Awful acceptance.”

“Dark mark. Love you always.”

It was only until Dumbledore told the Order that you had successfully infiltrated the Death Eaters in London. You had received classified information and had relayed it to Dumbledore meaning your homecoming would be within the next few weeks. James felt rejoiced in the idea of his sister coming home and nearly bounced across the walls. Lily noticed her husband was nearly going pale with worry each and every day you were gone, but the minute he heard of your future return, and excited redness returned and she sighed in relief. Sirius, with James’ help, purchased a ring they thought you’d rather enjoy cementing the engagement beyond just words. Sirius was nervous but mostly excited to be able to safely hold you in his arms without his horrifying imagination placing you in a dungeon being tortured somewhere. The day of your arrival, Sirius and James rocked back on their heels anxiously, constantly looking towards the fireplace for a floo.

“How about I put the kettle on, yeah? I’m sure she won’t be arriving till later this afternoon,” Lily bit back the nervousness and frightened feeling she had felt. Past five in the evening, nearly time for supper, James was already writing a letter to Dumbledore asking for sister’s return. He moved to the kitchen to open the window and place the letter in his owl’s mouth. His ears perked up at the noise of the floo explosion going off and raced to the living room.

“Blimey, thought you’d never get here!” He looked around the room to see his wife with her hand on her mouth in shock and his best friend on his knees on the floor. He shifted to look at Dumbledore who had just floo’d in.

“What’s going on? Where’s my sister?”He cleared his throat and sighed with a heavy frown. Upon hearing the news, James thought he’d nearly pass out. Maybe he did. Because he couldn’t remember sitting down on the living room couch. Sirius shook vigorously, the feeling of sudden grief and sorrowful stricken emotions that took over. Dumbledore repeated himself again. You were coming home, nearly two blocks away from the Order headquarters and more than a few blocks from the Potter home, when you were ambushed. Sirius found himself needing to throw up, but swallowed his bile. Death Eaters, who were earlier informed by a traitor that you were working for the Order, took you, tortured you, and killed you. Nothing was left but the broken and beaten body that was dropped off at the steps of headquarters. You were so close, you were so close to being home, to being safe.

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wrenhyperfixates · 4 years

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No Cause For Alarm

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Loki blames himself when you get hurt on a mission. Thor is convinced that the only way to ease his guilt is for him to confess his feelings for you, so he and Peter hatch a plan to get Loki to do just that. Warnings: none I think; a little angst but mainly fluff

Disclaimer: Gif not mine

Loki paced in the waiting area of the hospital wing, anxiously awaiting when the doctor would come out with some information on you. His heart was pounding in his chest, living in the moment of the accident. You’d been on a mission together, supposedly just for reconnaissance, but before long you had to engage in combat. Not that you hadn’t been prepared for things to go that way, per se; it was just overwhelming. Naturally, anytime one spends in the field should be trademarked by a preparedness for things to go south. It's just that your intel had been off, or else the enemy agents had been alerted you were coming. There was supposed to be five guys, max, and only two of them there for muscle. Instead, you were met with nearly thirty burly men, all armed with guns. Though you could protect yourself, you were terribly outnumbered. Loki had done his best to protect you against the impossible odds, but he had failed. And now you were hurt.

“How are they?” he asked as soon as the doctor appeared, fear creeping into his voice.

“They’re going to be fine. The left leg is broken,” they replied, showing Loki the x-ray. “It should heal in about two months.”

“With checkups, of course? To make sure it’s healing properly?” Loki questioned, concerned for your recovery, not even realizing how much he was overreacting.

“Yes. And as I’m sure you know, the Tower is fully handicap-accessible, so you don’t need to worry about them getting around.”

“Good. May I go in and see them?”

The doctor gave him the all clear and pointed in the direction of your room. He hesitated a second before knocking on the door, afraid you’d be angry or disappointed with him. Currently, he felt both of those things toward himself, and he certainly deserved that and much worse after what happened to you.

“Come in,” you called, voice muffled by the door.

“Hello,” he said in a soft voice after slowly pushing open the door. “I am certain I am the last person you want to see right now, but I have to tell you how sorry I am.”

“Loki,” you laughed, an amused smile making its way on your face, though you were trying hard to suppress it. “Cut the doom and gloom. I’m fine, it’s just a broken leg. I’ve been through worse.”

“That may very well be, but this is my fault.”

“No, it’s not. Don’t do that to yourself,” you argued, more distressed by his emotional conflict than your physical pain. “This was the fault of those Hydra agents, whose, I might add, asses we absolutely whooped!”

Loki couldn’t understand your upbeat attitude, but it gave him enough courage to go to your bedside rather than lurking by the door. He knelt down next to you and rested his head on the bed. You played with his hair as you waited for him to say that he forgives himself, ready to reassure him again that it wasn’t his fault. The way you were methodically braiding and unbraiding a few locks of his hair helped him focus on calming down.

“I should have protected you,” he whispered, unable to let the notion go.

“But you did protect me, Loki,” you responded gently, cupping his face. “You did.”

“Ok,” he said after a shaky breath. “If that is what you truly believe, then I will drop it.”

Though he relented, you could still see the remorse in his eyes. He knew you didn’t want him tearing himself apart over this, but he couldn’t help it.

“Good,” was all you whispered, not wanting to upset either of you any further.

Loki opened his mouth to say something else to you, but it was drowned out by Thor’s thundering voice as he burst into the room. Peter followed behind him and they were both carrying balloons and other get-well gifts for you.

“Greetings!” Thor boomed. “How are you feeling?”

Loki hurriedly stood up, not wanting to be caught in this intimate moment with you, regardless of the fact that his brother already knew how he felt. He’d done his best to hide it, but the God of Thunder noticed his longing glances sent your way. According to Thor, you felt the same way, but it was just based on observations he made. Without verbal confirmation from you, Loki would never believe it. After all, why would you like him of all people?

“Pretty good, all things considered,” you answered, shifting your position as much as you could.

“Make sure you take it easy, though,” Peter cautioned, knowing how hyper-active you could be. “You don't want to hurt it more.”

“I know, I know. Jeez, you all need to lighten up.”

You continued to talk with your new visitors and Loki snuck away as to avoid the bright atmosphere that clashed with his gloomy one. Thor noticed and followed him out, stopping him in the hall.

“Brother,” he asked, putting a hand on his shoulder, “what is the matter?”

“They will not admit it, but it is my fault that they are injured.”

“I have already read the mission report, and that is not what happened. You are just thinking this way because of your feelings for them.”

“Don’t patronize me, brother,” he said, jerking away. “You were not there. You do not know what happened.”

“Perhaps if you confessed your feelings, this guilt could clear up.”

“Enough, Thor. Please. Leave me alone.”

Loki stalked off to his room to brood in silence. How could everyone else be so flippant toward such a grave matter? Though, he supposed he did do everything in his power to keep you safe. Still, it wasn’t enough. He resolved to make it up to you any way you would allow. Later, he would go back to your room to take care of you, but right now he knew the best thing to do was stay away.

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A little over a week later, Loki was still doting on you, though you had almost convinced him that your current predicament was not his fault in the slightest. To be honest, you were a little overwhelmed by the attention he was giving you and wished he’d ease up a little.

“Honestly, Loki, don’t worry. I can handle it,” you chided when he put his arms out as if to catch you when you’d barely even stumbled. “I have the hang of it.”

“I am sure that you do, but one can never be too careful,” Loki scolded right back.

Both of you glared at each other for a minute before laughing. You knew he meant well, and he was doing his best to relax a little, so you shrugged it off.

“I guess you’re right. And, it’s nice to know that if I do fall, you’ll be there to catch me.”

Then you took the weight off your crutches and tipped toward him. Immediately, his arms shot back out and encompassed your body, pressing you to his strong chest. You relaxed against him as he hugged your frame tightly.

Meanwhile, across the room, Thor was watching the scene with sorrow. He was about ready to punch a wall when you laughed at something his brother whispered in your ear. It frustrated him to no end that Loki would not admit how he truly felt. For the love of all things good, you could not have more obviously returned his affections.

“Mr. Thor, are you ok?” Peter asked, wondering why the blonde god was standing off to the side, clenching his fists and muttering to himself.

“No. Can you keep a secret, spiderchild?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, wide-eyed.

“See, it is about Loki,” Thor whispered, leaning in conspiratorially and nodding toward where he was standing with you. “Look over there. They are in love, but they will not admit it!”

“Well, what if we created a situation that brings them so close together, they have to?”

“An intriguing idea. But what situation would that be?”

Peter started racking his brain, casually leaning back to rest against the wall. The only problem was he misjudged the distance and ended up flailing for something to grab onto as he fell back. Thor went to help him, but moved too late, and Peter somehow managed to pull the fire alarm.

“Spiderchild you’re a genius!” Thor shouted over the blaring siren.

“Oh, yeah. I meant to do that,” Peter said with a nervous laugh.

Knowing there was no real danger, the pair stayed and watched as Loki scooped you up in his arms and took off towards the nearest exit. They followed him down the levels of the Tower, eventually being met with a mob of people trying to flee the building. About halfway down, Loki teleported to safety with you, nervous that there would be too many people to get you out in time. By the time Peter and Thor stepped outside, the alarms had been shut off and Tony was talking to you and Loki.

“Are you sure there’s no danger?” they heard you inquire as they neared the spot where you were standing.

“No fires detected,” F.R.I.D.A.Y responded through the tablet in Tony’s hand.

“No malfunctions either. Someone tripped it manually,” Tony added, pointing at the offending alarm on the system map he was looking at.

Thor and Peter halted their progress toward you, and began to turn around. Not before Loki had spotted them, though.

“Were not the two of you standing by this location?” he asked as everyone else was told it was safe to return to the building.

“Uh, I don’t know,” Peter faked, thinking quick. “That’s kind of a confusing map.”

Thor agreed with Peter and, when it was obvious they weren’t going to say anything else, Loki magicked the group back up to the spot where they had been. After setting you on a chair for a second, he went to retrieve your crutches, which you had abandoned during your escape.

“Oh, this alarm,” Peter said in his best shocked tone. “I guess we may have been in the general vicinity.”

“Yes, it really was very hard to tell on that tablet,” Thor added.

“Honestly tell me, did you guys set it off?” Tony interrogated them, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I need to know for safety reasons.”

“Yes,” they sighed, finally telling the truth.

“But it was by accident,” Peter added. “Kind of.”

“What do you mean ‘kind of’ spiderling?” Loki asked with growing suspicion.

And then Thor realized that the only situation that would make them own up to their feelings was to call them out on it. So, he told the story of how he and Peter were scheming and ended up triggering the alarm. Tony walked away, muttering about how he was the only sane one in the whole Tower. Loki, on the other hand, was partly furious, partly amused. You, however, were mainly just the latter.

“Listen, it’s a sweet gesture, but an unnecessary one,” you told them.

“It is true. You see, I have already confessed my love.”

Peter happily gasped and started clapping his hands while Thor’s jaw dropped. He stood there for a minute before Loki’s words sank in. Once the surprise wore off, he grabbed Loki in a bear-hug, then gave you a considerably gentler one, being mindful of your injury.

“This is wonderful news, brother! But why did you not tell me?” he asked with sad puppy-dog eyes.

“It is a recent development.”

“Yeah. We were going to tell everyone at dinner tomorrow,” you contributed.

“See Mr. Thor, it’s all good. And now we can celebrate.”

“Indeed! We can have a party tonight,” Thor excitedly said, already making preparations in his mind.

“Not so fast, Thor,” Loki interjected. “It is lovely that we are all happy, yes, but you must stop meddling in my personal life.”

Then he scooped you up and swept you away from the room before Thor had the chance to argue. He should have stuck around, though, because there was no one to stop Thor from beginning to plan your wedding.

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imagine-that · 4 years

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Rubbing your eyes, you open the front door sleepily, looking at the boy in front of you for answers to the late hour.

Shawn enters, beginning to pace around the room out of stress before you can even speak.

“Well good evening to you too.” You murmur with a lazy smile, taking a seat on the couch.

“Yeah hi.” He waves you off, still moving around frantically.

“You’re lucky my parents aren’t home right now Hunter or they’d probably kill you.” You inform him. When he doesn’t respond, you huff a sigh, watching him worriedly. After a few more moments of stressful silence, you stand and go over to him.

“Ok Shawn you’re starting to freak me out, what’s wrong?” You ask as you grab his shoulders gently to bring his pacing to a halt.

“It’s- it’s nothing. I don’t know why I came here.” He mutters, turning towards the door. You run around him and put your body over the door, blocking him in.

“Y/n you don’t need to worry. I’m probably just overreacting.” He says, trying to reassure you with a tight smile but you see right through it with his tone of unease.

“Spill Hunter.” You order, pointing a stern finger to the couch. With limited protests he takes a seat but stubbornly decides to stay silent. “Please?” You add as you take a seat next to him.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I can handle it myself.” He grumbles and you through your hands in the air in frustration, causing him to go wide eyed in surprise,

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you have to Shawn.” You sigh. “Why do you always think you have to do everything on your own?” You ask, looking at him expectantly.

“Because I did. For the longest time in my life, all I had for help was Core. Now... well now I have you. I don’t really know what to do with that.” He admits quietly, refusing to meet your eyes.

You watch him as he takes your hand into his and fiddles around, clamping and unclamping your hands together and toying with your fingers. He liked to keep busy whenever you talked about something that stressed him out, so you’d noticed. That and he liked to pretend whatever the issue at hand was didn’t exist.

“Well, I do. Talk to me. I might not be Corey but I am here to listen no matter what.” You tell him as you rest your head on his shoulder, squeezing his hand tightly.

“It’s my dad.” He says reluctantly. “He... my brother... my brother Jack came back as I’m sure you’ve heard.” He growls and you nod a bit. “My dad wants me to move into Jacks new apartment with him and Eric.” He finally blurts.

“What? Why? Is he leaving again?” You question and he shakes his head a bit.

“No. He wants me and Jack to have the chance to get to know each other. I just... I don’t think I can do it.” He tells you, playing with your hair with his free hand.

You open your mouth to speak but he’s quick to talk first.

“I’m sorry for waking you up so late. I just... I didn’t know who else I could talk to.” He sighs, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You’d truthfully never seen such a vulnerable side to Shawn, which was definitely saying something because you were often the one he confided in the most, after Corey of course. You’d known of his troubles with his family for quite sometime but you’d never really gotten involved, knowing he didn’t like people prying. You did however try to help him through it as much as possible.

“I want to meet him.” You announce and Shawn jumps back quickly, looking at you as though you’re an absolute nut like they’d originally thought Topanga was.

“What did you say?” He asks but it’s not threatening or anything. From what you can see, he’s genuinely confused by your response.

“I. Want. To. Meet. Him.” You repeat slower with a small shrug.

“What, why?! There’s no logical reason-“ he starts but you quickly put a finger to his lips to quiet his babble.

“Because he’s your brother Hunter.” You tell him with a smile.

“Well I see no necessity to it so no.” He says firmly, looking at the coffee table in front of him instead of you.

“Shawn. You need to give the guy a chance. And I’ll be right there with you I swear.” You promise, trying to meet his gaze.

“You promise?” He mumbles, still not looking back.

“Absolutely. Where you go, I go.” You vow, intertwining your pinky finger with his. “Pinky swear.” You murmur with a smile. Though he’s trying to fight it, Shawn smiles back involuntarily.

“Why are you so good to me?” He asks you, resting his head beside yours.

You giggle at the question. “Because you deserve every good thing in the world Shawn Hunter.” You tell him as you close your eyes.

“Thank you y/n y/l/n but I believe I already have it all right here.” He whispers into your hair, making you beam.

The two of you stay in a comforting silence for the rest of the night as you drift off to sleep together.

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“Y/n.” You hear someone saying softly. You roll over and groan, keeping your eyes shut tiredly.

Finally after a few more calls of your name, you open your eyes and find yourself not even two inches away from Shawn’s face.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty. You fell asleep on me.” He says teasingly with a grin.

You take a second to look at your position, noting your legs tangled together and your bodies pressed closely together.

“Technically I’m entertwined with you so I didn’t actually fall asleep ON you.” You quip back with a soft smile.

“We slept together.” He states, grinning ear to ear.

You roll your eyes. “Hunter, we fell asleep talking on the couch. We did not actually sleep together in that way.” You laugh at the pout that quickly replaces his grin.

“Can I at least tell people we slept together in that way?” He asks hopefully.

“Since when do you ask permission for that?” You ask teasingly and he laughs a little bit.

“Fair enough.” He admits with a shy smile.

“Shawn?” You murmur and he looks to you, telling you to continue.

“We’re going to see your brother. Today.” You tell him and he pulls away from you again.

“No. Not happening. I can stay with him, whatever, who cares. But you are not getting involved y/n.” He insists.

“Shawn. I want to be a part of your life. Your brother is a part of your life. I’m coming to meet him.” You insist back.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair before looking at you intensely.

“Shawnie, he accepted Eric as a roommate for goodness sake. How bad could he possibly be?” You ask with a smile.

“That’s the problem! He’s not bad at all. I’m just afraid if you meet him, if you get to know him, you’ll realize how much of a screwup I am and you won’t want me anymore. And the idea of that terrifies me.” He blurts, refusing to meet your gaze.

“Shawn... I could never think that.” You assure him, putting a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

“How do you know that?” He says coldly, still not looking at you.

“Because I could never put anyone above you, nor could I ever think of you as anything less than amazing.” You tell him with a soft smile. “Ask anyone, I tried.” You add jokingly and he laughs though tries to stop it from happening.

“I am pretty great.” He murmurs with a grin, making you laugh.

“Yes you are.” You agree, leaning into his embrace.

“Not nearly as amazing as you are y/n.” He says into your hair and making you blush a deep crimson.

You snuggle up to him a little bit more before standing.

“It’s you and me. Always. Alright?” You say, extending your hand for him to take in his.

He grabs hold of it, standing up next to you.

“You and me always.” He agrees, smiling at you.

“Good.” You say before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. You pull away and open the front door, grabbing your keys and jacket as you do so.

He takes a deep breath and follows you out the door, not nearly as ready as he wishes he could be for you to meet Jack, but still thankful you’re always there to stand by him when he needs it.

#imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #boy meets world imagines #boy meets world fanfic #boy meets world imagine #boy meets world #shawn hunter imagines #shawn hunter imagine #shawn hunter #shawn hunter x reader

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cairparavei · 3 years

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when love comes | ivar (vikings)

requested by @kingleshe

pairing: ivar x f!reader

wc: 2.7k

warnings: language, the lothbroks being assholes (kinda, all of them except for ubbe)

You had known them since middle school.

The four brothers had always been a mystery to you, until you dumped into Ubbe, the oldest, accidentally.

You used to have a normal friendship; nothing too remarkable, until their parents passed, and you found yourself in the middle of the four brothers, letting them take their rage and sadness on you, making yourself worth of their trust.

Which was a good thing, because everyone knew that messing with a Lothbrok could only mean trouble.

It all went better ever since. They used to be the popular kids in high school, and almost every guy was scared of them.

In fact, they made your prom date leave you hanging just because they didn’t like his necktie, or so the guy said, and you had no choice but to go with Hvitserk.

Not that you were complaining; Hvitserk had grown into a very nice looking man, but you really liked this date you managed to get for yourself, so you were disappointed when you heard your parents’ house bell ring and saw the brothers waiting for you outside, instead of him.

Time passed and you were still as close as ever, and not a day comes by that you’re not thankful to Ubbe for being clumsy as hell that day, and the next one, and then the next until he introduced you to the rest of his brothers.

To sum up, you claimed Ubbe as your big brother, since he was always overprotective because you apparently are the little sister he always wished to have, and not a bunch of horny teenagers to take care of every time they went to a party and drank more than what their bodies could handle.

On the other side, you were like the chamber of secrets for the two middle brothers, Hvitserk and Sigurd. They told you everything from the first time they failed an exam to the most detailed description on how they lost their virginities, and they knew very well you wouldn’t say a word about it, for they also knew your biggest secret; you’ve been in love with Ivar since the day you met him.

They constantly teased you about it, claiming he felt the same towards you and that you were going to have to tell him sooner or later, but you kept knocking this issue off until it was completely necessary.

In fact, Hvitserk and Sigurd had told Ivar for you, but both of them were so drunk none of them remember, and, how did you know about this?

Ubbe heard them.

It happened when he picked them up from a party a couple of weeks ago actually. Both were sitting in the back of Ubbe’s car, and he noticed that they were whisper-arguing, until Sigurd raised his voice and told Ivar he was being blind for not noticing how you had eyes for nobody but him.

Of course, Ivar was oblivious.

As soon as Ubbe arrived home with them, he left Ivar in the car, half asleep, and accompanied Sigurd to your shared flat. First thing he did was glare at you for not telling him before, for he could have helped you.

“Someone had better be dying if you’re calling me this late.”; Ivar threatened over the phone.

“Ivar, I’m bored, and I can’t sleep”, you pouted over the phone. “Come over, please?”

“Listen, Y/N, it’s almost 4 a.m., and you share a flat with Sigurd, why can’t you just wake him up instead of me? I have classes tomorrow if you didn’t know”

“Okay, first of all, he’s not here. Second, I have classes as well, and lastly” you remarked. “I want to see you. You’ve been avoiding me for days, what the hell is wrong with you? Am I not your best friend? We don’t ignore best friends in this household, Ivar Lothbrok”

You heard Ivar sigh on the other side of the call, and after a while he finally agreed to visit you.

You hung up happily and started to make yourself look presentable.

You really had missed Ivar lately. One day the Lothbroks throw a party, then the next it seems like you barely exist to one of them.

It’s not like you had done anything bad, or that you thought, so you found no reason for Ivar to behave like this.

A few minutes later you heard the door open. All of Sigurd’s brothers had a spare key, just in case something happened; which usually meant they were too wasted to go to their own homes so they crashed at your place.

You peeked outside from the kitchen to see Ivar taking of his shoes and coat.

He hadn’t noticed you yet, so you took the opportunity to observe him – he had his hair in a small bun, his glasses on, and was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. Straight out of bed, you thought.

He made his way to the kitchen and took one of the cups you were holding.

“What’s going on, Y/N?”, he asked out of nowhere.

“What, can I not invite my best friend over without a reason?”

“Not if you call at 4 a.m. and make hot chocolate. It’s more than clear you want to talk about something”

You shivered and looked over him, making his way to the living room and taking a seat in the sofa.

You knew each other like the back of your hands, but were you really that obvious?

“I told you, I couldn’t sleep”, you said sitting on the other side of the couch.

“Why, are you afraid of the dark, sweetheart?”, he smiled.

“Shut up, asshole”, you said, laughing.

The Lothbroks used to tease you often, but especially when you moved in with Sigurd and had to spend your first night in your new place all alone and pretty scared, because he had decided it was a good idea to attend some random girl’s party because “he was in desperate need of human warmth”. So when it became way too terrifying for you to tolerate it, you called over Ivar to spend the night with you.

“Now, tell me what’s wrong. You don’t call someone at this hour for nothing. I don’t believe it’s just because you ‘can’t sleep’”.

You sighed. You really couldn’t let a small lie go past him.

“You’re being weird with me these days. For no reason. I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong to you or anyone for you to be distant as fuck”, you told him, putting your cup on the small table in front of you. You sat back, facing him and crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m not being weird, you’re overreacting”, he said, and you furrowed your brows.

What in the actual fuck?

“I am not.”, you remarked, “Just like it’s obvious of me to make hot chocolate when something doesn’t feel right, it is for you too when you haven’t been the same towards me these days.”

He licked his lips and looked down at his cup of chocolate. He smiled to himself, noticing you had given him your Toothless cup, just as you used your Light Fury one.

It was kind of funny to him, because you always screamed that you would only share you ‘How to train your dragon’ stuff with who you would consider to be the love of your life.

“You just don’t want to believe it, Ivar. But you know very well that she’s always looked at you with the brightest eyes.” Sigurd said drunkenly; “Or are you really that much of an idiot? I mean, you’re not the brightest of guys, but I thought of you as an intelligent person, baby brother”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Sig, you don’t know what you’re saying.”, Ivar answered.

“I won’t shut up until you notice”, Sigurd hiccupped, “Or at least until you admit you feel the same for her”.

Ivar frowned. They knew. But how? He knew his brothers, and they would only mess this all up if he had told them.

Being the youngest, he had seen his brothers have their hearts broken, especially Ubbe’s.

Breaking up with his long-time girlfriend, and childhood friend as well, meant for them to lose contact with her completely, and that scared Ivar.

Like, really. He was scared to the point that, if confessing meant losing you, he would rather dig his own grave and let some wild dogs rip his arms and legs out until he no longer breathed.

Yes, that much you meant to him. Not only Ivar, but to his brothers as well.

You were like the glue that stick them together, for he knows they wouldn’t be talking to each other anymore if it wasn’t because you were there to help them solve their problems.

Like that one time he and Sigurd had the biggest argument and you literally took him by his ear, forced him to eat his own ego, and apologise to Sigurd for ruining his possible ‘potential long-termed relationship’ by telling the girl he had a fart kink.

“Ivar!”, you snapped him out of his daydreaming, sighing “I’m fucking talking to a brick”

“I’m sorry”, he said, “I was thinking. There’s a lot on my mind right now, I’m really sorry, Y/N”.

“Then let it all out, Ivar, you know that’s what I’m here for”, you smiled softly, taking his hands in yours.

You really had no idea what you did to him.

You cleared his mind whenever you talked to him, and gave him goosebumps whenever you held his hands or snuggled up to him every time you slept over at their place and they chose to watch a horror film

What both of you weren’t aware of is that both Ubbe and Hvitserk did it on purpose, since they were able to see how much you liked to be close to him, feeling his warmth when he put his arms around you and told you repeatedly how he would protect you if anything happened to you, as well as how much he enjoyed being able to be the one to calm you on stressing situations.

Suddenly your phone, which was on the table as well, lit up. You both looked over as a knee-jerk action, and he noticed you had a picture of him as your wallpaper.

“You have some explaining to do as well, miss”, he said, smiling, “I don’t remember giving you permission to use me as your wallpaper”

“Ah, shut up, you know very well I don’t need it”, you laughed, “You’ll have your explanation, but you go first”

“I really have no choice, right?”, he smiled softly while you shook your head no.

He shifted in his seat, facing you as well, and took your other hand in his. You heard him take the biggest breath of air while looking down at your intertwined hands, and you were able to see fear in his eyes when he looked back at you.

“I’m scared, Y/N”, he started, “I’m scared of doing something that could make you run away from me”

You stared at him, your breath stuck in your throat.

“I could never leave you, Ivar, none of you. Tell me what’s wrong, please”, you said, tightening your hold in his hands, trying to reassure him you weren’t leaving.

He took both of your hands and lead them towards his mouth, kissing them softly before supporting his forehead on them.

“Just tell me, Ivar, don’t overthink it. I’m sure whatever it is, we can make it work, nothing bad will happen if you and I stick together, remember?

You felt him smile in your hands. He straightened his back and snuggled you close to him until you were sitting in his lap facing him. He then hugged you tightly, pulling you as close as he could. You felt him shaking a bit.

“It’s okay, Ivar, we don’t have to talk about it now, I’m sorry if you feel pressured”, you told him.

“I just can’t find the right words”, he sighed. “I didn’t think I would ever have to tell you all this shit I’m feeling, I’m so sorry”.

“Don’t be, and don’t say those things about yourself”, you hugged him tightly, “You’re the most amazing person I know, Ivar. You have your tantrums, yes, but who doesn’t?”

You took his face into your hands, and looked him in the eyes.

“I love you, Ivar. You know damn well I love the four of you with all my heart, but out of all of them, you’re the most intelligent, talented, and handsome. You hear me?”, you asked, and he nodded, “And it doesn’t matter how bad whatever that’s going on inside that stubborn head of yours, I’m not going anywhere, okay? It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me yet, I understand, and it’s completely fine”

You were about to keep talking, but, as you were about to do so, he put one of his hands over your mouth while his other one kept you still and close to him by circling around your waist.

“I don’t deserve you. None of us do, actually, but I couldn’t care less about them now”, he started, “I... Remember that time when we went on a picnic that turned into a photo session and then in a cinema date, months ago? That day made me realize I was starting to catch feelings for you. I thought it was just the heat of the moment, but once they came, those feelings never left. I found myself thinking even more about you, and all I knew was that I didn’t see you as a friend anymore”

You frowned, scared of what he could say.

He took off his glassed and put them on the table and rubbed his eyes before looking back at you with the most sparkly eyes you had ever seen.

“Don’t think of this as a bad situation. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me, and I know how awkward you get whenever a guy tells you he likes you, or how you don’t even speak to boys after you go out on a date with them. That’s why I didn’t tell you all this before. I don’t want you to feel strange around me. God, I should have kissed you when I dropped you off at your parents’ house that night. You looked so pretty back then”

He was caressing your face now. You were trying to get all those words he had said into your head. You were trying to believe this was really happening and was not some made-up scenario happening in your head while you were trying to sleep.

“You mean so much to me, Y/N”, he continued, “I don’t even know what I would do if you weren’t around anymore. I don’t want you to leave my side, I feel like I need to know what is like to kiss you whenever I want, to make love to you until we can no longer breath. It may sound childish, or stupid, but I need to know what is like to be loved by you”

You felt like your heart was going to get out of your chest from how hard it was beating.

Ivar, your Ivar, the one you’ve loved for so many years, was here confessing to you.

You couldn’t find the words to tell him you felt the same, and that you were never in your life going to leave him, so you did what your mind, body and heart told you to.

You kissed him. And he kissed you back with such passion you thought you were going to run out of air. You were holding his face firmly while he snaked his arms around your waist again, pulling you as close as possible without breaking apart from the kiss.

You both knew what this kiss meant. You both knew that, after this night, nothing would ever be the same between you; at last, it was going to get the best it could. You both were telling the other one that you loved them deeply. You both were giving your hearts and souls to each other.

You leaned back until your forehead touched his, and whispered a soft “I’m in love with you”.

“I’m so in love with you too, Y/N, you have no idea”, he whispered back.

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, MORE BLOOD Vol.12 Mukami Ruki [Track 4]

Original title: 泥と血

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, More Blood Vol. 12 Mukami Ruki [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Takahiro Sakurai

Translator’s note: In this household we DO NOT stan a rude man. >(( Ruki keeps roasting the poor MC in this, treating her with 0 respect. I know Diabolik Lovers has always been a dark fantasy with plenty of abusive behavior towards Yui/the MC but I still can’t help but get a weird feeling from this CD. > < It really just feels a little OOC for Ruki to act like this, especially since you are supposed to be dating him by the start of it. Usually the boys have softened up at this point but that is not the case in this CD.

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Track 4: Dirt and Blood

The two of you walk through town.

“It is crowded per usual. I cannot stand this noisiness. I do not understand why someone would willingly sacrifice their free time to head outside. Just as I thought, I should have devoted this weekend to reading instead.”

You frown, reminding him that he agreed to join you today.

“I won’t deny that I accepted your offer to head out together. I let you choose the place as well. However, that doesn’t mean I’m actually thrilled about it.”

You sigh.

“If you have the time to get depressed, at least try and entertain me a little. Wasn’t there someplace you wanted to visit?”

You explain.

“I see. You sure love making me go through extra trouble. No matter how many clothes you buy, it will all be for nothing when they end up in shreds. There was this one time you got caught on the thorns of the rose bushes and tore them yourself, no? They have also been ripped up by my brothers after you upset them. Right now, they are wasted every time you are punished by me. In that case, you might as well stop wearing clothes all-together?”

You shake your head in protest.

“Hooh? How come? Have you ever seen a cow or a pig wear clothes? I fail to see why they are necessary to you. It would be much easier to suck your blood without any unnecessary obstacles getting in the way. I dare argue it would be very efficient.”

You pout.

“Sucking your blood, huh...?”

You tilt your head to the side.

“No. I haven’t been feeding off you as of late. I was just thinking how it is somewhat unusual.”

You flinch.

“Taking your blood is an easy task. However, unfortunately for you, I am not that starved. For one, I already got plenty of your blood just by punishing you. So I never felt the need to seek it out on other occasions. That used to be the case, but for some reason, you have been behaving quite well as of late. By the time I realized, I had consumed considerably less of your blood. While I have to give you credit for lowering the burden on your Master, I am curious what changed this sudden change?”

You grow anxious, trying to explain.

“That is a very vague answer. Oh well. Let us quickly get this shopping over with.”

*TIMESKIP*

“Haah...”

*Cling*

“I never thought we wouldn’t just look for clothes for you, but end up choosing something for me as well.”

*Clatter clatter*

“Let me tell you just in case, but I already have everything I need to survive provided to me. There isn’t a single reason for me to buy new clothes. On top of that, I doubt you are capable of choosing something which would suit my tastes. If you understand that, let’s just head back already.”

You show him an outfit.

“How stubborn. ...You want me to wear this? It reminds me of Yuma’s work clothes. Not my style.”

You insist.

“When would I ever have the opportunity to wear this formal suit? Are you going to organize a banquet every night from here on out?”

You continue looking for clothes.

*Clatter clatter*

“So this won’t end until I give one of them a pass, huh? Hand it to me.”

*Rustle*

“I’ll try them on at least. If that’ll satisfy you, we’re heading straight home afterwards.”

*TIMESKIP*

“...What? Stop looking at me with that dumb expression. (1)”

You continue to stare.

“What is the problem? If there is something you have to tell me, then just say so. Noー I think I know already. You’re satisfied with yourself, aren’t you? Because you got me to wear the clothes you picked out. Not only did you make me purchase it on a whim, but you forced me to wear them right away. If this is your way of tormenting me, you’re doing a pretty good job. You’re making me walk around in the clothes you forced upon me. In one of the busiest parts of the city, on top of that. Haah...I see. I suppose this is your way of spicing up your everyday life.”

You shake your head.

“Hooh? That’s not it? Then why would you do this?”

You explain.

“So that’s your reason? You call it ‘matching’, but it’s simply clothes from the same brand, no? You are a rather cheap woman if simply walking together wearing these is enough to satisfy you. ...However, I suppose it is fine. It would be a drag to get changed again now. I’ll play along with your little game until we get home.”

You smile, walking besides him.

“What are you so happy for? I’m saying I’ll keep up with it until we’re home. I don’t remember sharing your opinion on this matter.”

You chuckle.

“Don’t make me repeat myself every time. You can be your merry self all you want, but please don’t assume that this is making me happy as well. Also, watch where you’re going. Be mindful of what you’re carrying in your arms as well. Don’t forget that you’re the one holding the clothes I was wearing prior. The underground is still wet from the rain. If you were to drop them, they’d end up covered in mud. Watch your steーー”

You accidentally drop the clothes.

*Splatter*

“...Haah...I didn’t think you’d drop them as if on cue...”

You panic, trying to pick up the clothes.

*Rustle rustle*

“No need to panic. I am not upset. ...You’re being surprising attentive. It’s because of what I told you earlier, it must have made you worry and therefore you made such a foolish blunder, right?”

You frown, confused by his words.

“When I told you that I have not sucked your blood as of late because you simply haven’t been making very many mistakes. For you to create an ideal opportunity yourself shows your strong devotion towards your Master. However, I understand why you would. I am sure you must be feeling horribly lonely now that I barely get any opportunities to punish you. I can understand why you would try and upset me on purpose like this. A foolish act such as staining my clothes with dirt, that is. ...In that case, I shall treat you hard-handedly just as you wish.”

Ruki grabs hold of your arm.

*Rustle*

“I’ll give you my fangs amidst this crowd. If you fail to suppress your voice, you will be the one getting the weird looks. Show me how well you can endure it.”

You try and offer an alternative solution.

“Yes. You are right that we can simply wash the clothes to clean them. However...that would not change the fact that you dirtied my clothes through a simple slip of the hand. Above all, it is something you pulled because you wanted me to punish you, no? So don’t be modest and accept it.”

*Rustle*

“...I’ll at least do you the favor of sucking from a spot which isn’t very visible. Although I won’t hold back.”

*Smooch*

You flinch.

“What’s wrong? Your breathing has already gotten ragged. You are so shameless, getting worked up over the thought of having your blood sucked. Aah, I suppose that’s not quite right. You’ve had your desires neglected, haven’t you? In that case, I shall quickly give you your reward. Go ahead and writhe in pain.”

Ruki bites you.

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Gulp*

“...Haah...Phew...Seems like you managed to hold back your voice. However, your new clothes have already been stained by blood. That is exactly why I said you have no use for those. It’s still seeping in...Shall I rub it around? Dyeing your clothes with the color of your blood does not sound like such a bad idea.”

*Rustle*

“You’re letting your voice slip...Aren’t you used to the pain by this point? And above all, this is something you wished for yourself. Why not seem a little happy instead? ...Or is touching the wounds simply not enough to satisfy you? In that case, I shall pierce the same spot with my fangs once more.”

You beg for his mercy.

“Your face looks awful. However, it’s not bad. While we’re out shopping, I’ll use this opportunity to look after my livestock who seems to have gone in heat. I’ll tend to these wounds, as many times as you want.”

*Smooch*

You lose the strength in your legs, falling to the ground.

*Thud*

“Heh...Such a small stimulus did the trick? You’re overreacting. Besides, did I not tell you that the ground is still wet? Yet you chose to sit down yourself. Did you want to play in the mud, perhaps? In that case, I shall push you down, effectively covering you in dirty. Go ahead and cry about, bathing in the mud and your own blood...!

You pull out the hourglass.

*Cling*

*Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock*

ーーー

...

You come to a halt.

“What are you doing? If you stand still, you’ll get lost in the crowd. ...Did you forgot to buy something, perhaps?”

You shake your head.

“I see. Let us hurry home then. Also...You’re clutching onto those way too tightly. I assume you’re being careful not to drop my clothes. However, you’ll wrinkle them. Just hold them regularly. What are you being so cautious for? No...I suppose they would end up covered in mud if you were to drop them. Which means that was a very wise decision on your part. I am surprised you managed to think of that with that lacking brain of yours.”

You pout.

“On second thought, you have been far too smart as of late. Like a rabbit who skillfully moves around a trap. It seems like clever wild animals are actually capable of avoiding traps set up for them. Don’t you think your current situation is very similar?”

You remain quiet.

“...I suppose I should have kept that to myself. Well then, let us head home. I want to enjoy a good book once we’re back.”

Ruki starts walking away.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Ruki describes her face as 締まりのない or ‘shimari no nai’ which literally means ‘slack’ or ‘sloppy’. In Diabolik Lovers, they often use it whenever the MC is smiling at them.

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ruby3818 · 4 years

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I have something I really need to get off my chest that I’ve put off for years now but can’t ignore anymore. Under a read more so you can skip it and tagged #negative so you can block it. Maybe this might clear some things up or at least get my side of the story out there. Please read this before making any decision about me from what you’ve heard from someone else.

I am aware that Cap, who I used to be friends with but had to leave the friendship because of their controllive obsession with me is still saying lies about how I “abandoned them” in public forums. Even going as far as to ask my franticshipping mutuals to block me (how she knows who my mutuals are is anyone's guess since I’ve had her blocked for over three years now??). If you see her do this please stop enabling them!! Over the years people have made her feel ok to get aggressive about my very existence and tell her that they are “valid” for feeling jealousy. All it does is reassure her that it is ok to behave like that and not be held accountable for their actions. Cap does not need validation, she needs help.

I have begged her multiple times over the past few years to leave me alone and stop saying stuff about me on public forums but every time she promises to stop I hear from someone else that they're still doing it. Things like; making up stuff that I apparently said in a dream treated as fact, telling my mutuals to block me, saying that I’ve apparently replaced her, telling everyone that I abandoned her, etc.

Because of her I not only lost them as a friend but every single other friend I had because they either believe the lies or they're scared of upsetting Cap who flies into a rage at the very mention of me.

I really tried to help her and then when the jealousy, gas lighting, violent mood swings and controlling behavior got too much for me and everyone else who tried to help I had to do what was best for both of us and leave the friendship.

I've tried for three years now to be the better person and not talk about what should be our personal problems but it's just blown up in my face with no one believing me or wanting to get involved and everyone enabling them (which is triggering to irl experiences but that's another story).

And I do understand that maybe a lot of this frustration I feel is because of the pattern of people abusing me and then everyone around me forcing me to forgive them and be around them for the sake of their feelings leading to the same damn cycle of me being helpless and feeling like a burden for not putting up with it.. It just sucks that even online I have to deal with it when this should be a safe place away from all that. But I also know what emotional abuse looks like due to irl experiences and I know that this is not acceptable behavior. This is abuse. And the only way to stop an abuser is to get their behavior out in the open and have other people know what they’ve been doing.

It also really sucks that the whole reason I couldn’t stand being friends with her was because I wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone else and if I did they would blow into a rage and yet 3 whole years later I still am not allowed to talk to anyone otherwise I’m “replacing them” leading her to tell any potential new friends to block me (Somehow she is finding out who my new mutuals are on Tumblr, Twitter and Discord and dm’ing them to block me which is what some of these mutuals have come forward to tell me). She still has that control over me and I’m sick of it. I just want to move on.

I hate having to tip toe around the fandom not knowing what they’ve said about me to mutuals. I just want to be able to talk to people and have them know the full story and not some fabricated story of abandonment or random crap I apparently said in a dream of theirs.

As for what they did in the past, here’s my side of the story and why I had to leave the friendship;

They would always get jealous when I talked to other people and threaten to kill them self because "I'm just going to replace them". It became such a constant thing that I couldn’t even talk at all in a public server without there being a big drama about it. They even ended up being banned from Specord for their constant harassment of me.

Whenever I would bring this up and ask her (or beg) to not get upset and let me talk to people they would act like they had no idea what I was talking about and say that my depression is making me think crazy things. Even though other people saw it and I also had screenshots I still believed them because (being mentally ill) I really can't trust myself. I've been gas-lighted by people in my family my whole life so this was too triggering to handle on a daily basis so I needed out of the friendship.

She constantly suicide-baited me into taking her back and then made every conversation we had about suicide and self harm. Whenever she felt bad about something I said to her in a dream or if I talked to someone else she would tell me happily how she cut herself “for me” because it was supposed to show me that she loved me and that she somehow deserved it. The constant talk of suicide became too triggering to my own mental health and struggle with suicidal thought that I had to get out of the relationship.

For so long they would make up lies about how I abandoned them leading me to receive death threats from strangers telling me to kill myself, people blocking me and all my friends no longer talking to me so it doesn't upset them. So in the end they still had that control over me.

They even told me in our last conversation (over two years ago) that they were right for overreacting over me talking to anyone else besides them because I "shouldn't be talking to other people anyway". They even went as far to tell me that they hated how I was "popular" and basically wanted to be like me whilst also destroying me.

I know that I could of been a better friend but with my c-ptsd and her own mental health problems it just became a toxic mix. The very mention of my name or seeing my posts or comments at all just sends her into violent mood-swings. I couldn’t handle being emotionally abused on a daily basis and I needed out of the relationship. And I get that they still have friends that care about them, that’s good! They’re going to need the support if they’re ever going to improve as a person and move on from this.

So what is the point of this post? Well mostly just to get this pent up helplessness out into the open so maybe someone might understand. The other reason is that I am sick to death of having to be known as the bad guy just because I tried to do what I thought was the right thing by walking away. I want to be able to makes friends and not have to worry about Cap finding out and sabotaging it for me. I want the hate asks to stop. I want people who I thought were my friends to stop blocking me because of something they heard.

This is a selfish request but I also want people to stand up to her for once and stop her from spreading lies about me in public and feeding her delusions. I want her to know that she can’t bully, manipulate and emotionally abuse people in to a friendship and that she doesn’t get to decide who I can interact with. But mostly I hope that by getting this out in the open maybe this might finally come to an end and we can both move on.

Naturally she’s gone and deleted all of her dm’s with me but I do still have some screen shots that might help people understand. I won’t include any dm’s with other users but my DM’s are open if you need more clarification.

First off her finally agreeing to tell the truth (which she never ended up doing evidentely)

She always worshiped me as someone I wasn’t and thought that she had to be like me to be a successful person but it ended up blowing up into a full blown obsession around being me.

She always said she acknowledged that how she treated me was wrong but she still kept doing it like she couldn’t control herself... I kept thinking that maybe her therapy would help her and we could go back to how it was before but she just kept getting worse with her obsession.

This was the other Cap.. the one that wouldn’t acknowledge what she was doing at all and would tell me I was making it up out of paranoia

These are some screenshots that were sent to me of some of the stuff she was saying about me on other servers?? She would always treat the stuff that I did in her dreams as stuff I actually said but, idk how to control what I say in her dreams?? I would never in my life say this kind of stuff about anyone??

Due to the pic limit I will include other screenshots in a reblog.

If you need any more clarification or just want to talk don’t be afraid to ask. Hopefully this can be cleared up finally and I can be free from her control. She needs to be held accountable for her actions and she needs to move on for the sake of her own mental health as well as for mine.

#negative #tw suicide #tw self harm #tw abuse #my post #cap-cavern #theceoofrusa

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johns-prince · 3 years

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TW for eating disorders, etc.

John OP here. Thanks for the beautifully written answer. I appreciate the honesty and in fact, you make very good points. I doubt I'd be the best influence on someone like John when it came to body image because we seem too alike in that department. I was a teenager in the size zero hysteria of the early 00s and this probably shaped my sense of aesthetics. I'm more relaxed about that now but my eye still responds to a certain look on people. I can't help it. I had my own "Fat Beatle" episode and I could tell how it all changed when I shed the weight. It didn't really matter how or whether I was miserable, I just looked the "right" way and people would let me know. It's possible I projected it all on poor John. But I know he'd relate to that in many levels.

I'm not a fan of the "rat man" thing either. I know people mean well and I try to look at it with humor but it does bother me. Mostly because the stans of the other boys are very positive about them and I'd like that for John too. His looks were a major part of his struggle so I know he'd be crushed watching everyone praising his mates (especially Paul) while he gets to be the fucking rat, you know? As I have mentioned before, you can feel it even on fanfiction. Even the writers who seem more John inclined will go on for pages about how pretty Paul (which he is, of course) and how lucky John was to be with him. Like it was a favor or something. That when the stories don't keep pushing that tired trope about Crazy John crushing on pretty but Immovable Sexuality Paul. That's not really my cup of tea tbh.

In the end I'm just happy to start this discussion

with intelligent people who will bring their opinions to the table respectfully. I hope my previous comment didn't trigger anyone or came across as worse than I hoped. If that was the case, I'd like to apologize, it really wasn't my intention.

Darling, don't fret. You've really nothing to be sorry about. One reason why I relate to John is because I have issues with bulimia to this day, and can experience hardcore body dysmorphia at the worst of times dues to my insecure and self hatred towards my body. I get it.

I remember that, vaguely at least, the whole size zero thing. I do, that was such a strange phenomenon, because it takes a certain body type to fit it naturally, or... Y'know, starving yourself.

Anyway, I think we all sort of project on our favorite boy, and we all sort of see ourselves in them too. You wouldn't be the first, and certainly won't be the last.

Yeah, I completely understand how you feel. Maybe I'm just overreacting, maybe I don't have a sense of humor, but I'm inclined to feel protective over John, and I feel like if you know about John's insecurities and struggles with himself in regards to his physical appearance, why... Would you yourself find it a silly and relatively harmless thing to apparently joke about calling him things like that, idk like I said I don't see anyone else really making such snide comments and quips when it comes to the other three. So at what time did the bandom just agree it was an acceptable thing to do towards John?

Whatever, people can do and say what they like y'know free country an' all, but I don't have to approve of it or like it.

Real talk, I low-key I am guilty of writing in that way but I primarily do it as if John feels that way, or thinks it, or feels it. Due to his insecurity and self doubt, the fear that he'll always be abandoned by those he holds dear and loves, the fear that it's all just too good to be true for him-- that's why I ever write a scene when it comes to Paul, that it's just John's way of thinking, not seeing his own worth, and ends up sort of idolizing those individuals (listen John once compared Paul to a religion that he knew/had so I feel like he idolized and saw Paul in this 'oh God he's too perfect oh no' sort of light, which both terrified and fed into the 'paul's going to leave me one day he'll figure it out that he doesn't need me I'm not enough' sort of mindset too) he just had a bit of a habit doing that to those he held intimately dear, until... They let him down or proved his insecurities and doubts right, that in the end they all leave him and don't actually love him. It's a cruel self fulfilling prophecy in a sense, since John, either consciously or subconsciously, put relationships and people through tests to see if they could withstand him and his antics, if they'd stay loyal, if they'd still love him. Sometimes he'd just push people away, and then feel like they just up and abandoned him...

I'm rambling. Anyway the point, your point, still stands! Their relationship shouldn't be written as one doing the other a favor for liking them and being with them! Maybe in reality people did think Paul was doing not only John a favor for being his partner but also a favor to everyone else, because John had Paul and Paul could be seen as the one handling John's lead. It's kind of like how some peer at John's art school thought Cynthia had done them all a favor for taking John.

I don't like that. John isn't some problem to be passed onto someone who must then bear the burden of him. That's just... Wrong. And I think both Cynthia and Paul would think so too. John could be challenging but geez, it shouldn't be made out like anyone who loved John and wanted to be around him and be with him was just some sort of favor to the world or to him.

If anything John and Paul were both extremely lucky to have found each other-- it's not exactly common for soulmates to find each other, especially at such a young age? Please. Most of us will never, which is common.

Like the crushing went both ways lol if anything it's Paul who crushed first-- while John never mentioned it, Paul had brought up how he'd noticed John long before meeting him at the Fete. They had even briefly talked at a newspaper shop which Paul had been working at. He'd see John on the streets, he'd notice him riding on the top deck of buses, or in line at the fish and chips-- he'd try and steal glances at John when he'd notice him on the same bus! Paul was instantly drawn to this tough looking teddy with big sideboards and greased hair and the drainies and a roguish air about him. He was like a schoolgirl with a crush, and he didn't even know this boy. Yet.

If anything it's Paul who noticed John first, and started crushing on John first. Then they finally were introduced at the local Fete, and that was it for both of them.

And let's be real John might've been a bit crazy, but Paul loved him, loved his touch of crazy. And Paul might be immoveable heterosexuality, but that goes straight out the window when it comes to John, and only John it appears.

So yeah, I get where you're coming from, and your grievances and perspective.

I'm glad you decided to share it with me! Sorry about my rambling (• ▽ •;)

#questionsquestionsquestions #beatles discussion/discourse #mclennon #i love conversations like this it's been awhile lol #also who intelligent people cause i ain't one of them #im just glad to be here y'all lol

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blackhakumen · 3 years

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Mini Fanfic #692: Teenagers React to Everyone Losing in Mario Golf World Tour (SSBU)

Mario

Mario gets hit by a Green She'll and turns into his little self on Screen.

Futuba: Wait. (Eyes Widened in Complete Disbelief at the Screen) THAT CAN ACTUALLY HAPPEN TO HIM!?

Ren: We've seen this man get stabbed, detonated, and knocked out many times than any of us can count. And none them ever resulted him into being little.

Lavenza: Perhaps it's the Green Shell's doing......(Place her Hand on her Chin and Starts Thinking) Hmmmmm.........

Futuba: (Turns to Lavenza) Anything on your mind, Lavvy-chan?

Lavenza: This might be hunch, but....How about we try devising a plan? Where we can try hitting Mario with a Green Shell ourselves.

Futuba: That way, we can see if he can turn into a small plumber or not. (Smiles Brightly and Excitedly) That's GENIUS!

Ren: (Has a bit of a Curious Smirk on his Face) Wouldn't mind being a part of that plan myself. I think my throwing skills has gotten better overtime.

Futuba: Mines too!

Makoto: (Immediately Gives the Trio Her Signature Cold Niijima Glare) We are NOT throwing a Green Shell at Mario.

Ren: There it is.

Futuba: (Starts Giving Makoto a Disappointed Pouty Face) Makotooo.....

Lavenza: (Genuinely Shocked and Disappointed) But why ever not, Ms. Queen?

Makoto: Because it's very rude and completely uncalled for. I mean seriously, what would Peach say if she saw you three going through with plan? She would be very disappointed. As I am with you three for even thinking about doing this.

Futuba: Come on, sis! Can't we just-

Makoto: (Stares Piercing her Glare) The answer's no and that's final.

Ren/Lavenza/Futuba: (Straighten Themselves Up in a Bit of Fear) Yes, ma'am!

Lavenza: (Genuinely Surprised) Goodness! I have no idea the Queen could be so terrifying....

Futuba: (Starts Shrugging) That's Makoto for ya. Her glares and motherly attitude are completely outmatched in our ragtag group. You know, besides Haru.

Haru: (Happily and Gently Scratches Under Morgana's Chin While He's Sitting and Purring onto her Lap, Causing her to Giggle Softly Altogether)

Lavenza: I see.... So I suppose nothing could ever try and faze her in some occasions, yes?

Futuba: For the most part.

Ren: (Smirks Like a Love Struck Dork) That's one of the million reasons why I love that beautiful woman after all~

Makoto: (Pouts at Ren) Stop trying to flattering me, Ren-Ren!~ The answer's still no!

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) We know that already, 'hon~ I just wanted to tell you how much I love you is all~ (Kiss Makoto on the Cheek)

Makoto: (Lays her Head on Ren's Shoulder Once She Begins to Blush) Dummyhead~ (Hugs Ren Afterwards) Love you too~

Futuba: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on Her Planned) Unless your name is Ren-Ren and try making her blush like a strawberry.....

Lavenza: Fascinating.....

Coco: (Writing Down Somthing on her Notepad)

Tails: Writing down possible theories and methods of any of this makes sense?

Coco: Yup!~

Luigi

Luigi sadly slouches down onto the floor and gets licked by a Boo on screen.

Yoshi: I dunno which is sadder.... Seeing my Luigi being sad or seeing him getting licked by a random Boo.

Pit: (Starts Shrugging Slowly) At least he didn't call himself a loser that time.

Yoshi: Yeah.

Peach

Peach dramatically faints, with heartstrings playing in the background, on screen.

Sonic: ('Sigh') There goes mom being dramatic again.....

Amy: (Happily Resting her Head into Sonic's Shoulder) I feel like you've gotten that from her as of late.

Sonic: ('Heh') Yeah right. Like I can be a drama as well-

Amy: Ice cream on Chili Dogs.

Sonic: (Eyes Widened and Gasps Loudly From his Girlfriend's Sudden Words and Dramatically Points at her) How DARE YOU say those words in front of me!? Your own BOYFRIEND!

Amy: (Giggles Softly at How Adorable her Sonic is Being Right Now) I rest my case~

Yoshi

Yoshi went into his egg in a very sad manner and starts rolling around the area before falling down on screen.

Ann: (Place her Hands onto her Mouth) Oh my gosh! This is so hard to watch!

Shiho: (Hugs Ann's Arm) This is so sad....

Haru: And so adorable at the same time!~

Morgana: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes)

Futuba: (Raise her Hand) All in a agreement to hug Yoshi later on, say aye!

Ann/Shiho/Haru: (Raises Their Hands as Well) AYE!~

Lavenza: (Raises her Hand as Well) I would also like to join in this event as well!

Dark Pit: (Smirks Smugly at an Already Annoyed Yoshi) Guess who's back on his cuteness bullshit?

Ryuji: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah.

Yoshi: For the love of...(Gets Up From his Seat) Why does everyone in this room thinks I'm cute?

Ann: Because you are-

Yoshi: Okay. I get. I flutter jump, I turn into an egg, and I admit, I do have a cute face. But for GOD SAKES, I know Kung Fu! I-I know how to drive a car with little to no problem! (Got Out his Trusty Nunchucks) I even learned how to use Nunchucks and everything!!!

Ryuji: Come on, man. You're overreacting.

Coco: Yeah. There's nothing wrong having a little cuteness in ya. (Happily Gives Yoshi a Thumbs Up) I think it suits you perfectly well.

Yoshi: (Turns to Tails) See, even your girlfriend thinks I'm cute, Tails!

Tails: (Eyes Widened at What Yoshi Just Said) Wait.....

Tails/Coco: WHAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!?

Coco: (Starts Blushing Herself) B-B-But weren't not dating! We're best friends!

Tails: (Starts Blushing as Well) E-Exactly! A-And besides.....(Chuckles a bit Lately) I-I'm pretty sure Coco wouldn't really be interested in dating someone as boring as me-

Coco: ('GASPS') (Pouts at Tails) Miles Tails Prower, how could you!!?

Tails: (Taken Aback by Coco's Sudden Change of Attitude) What? W-What did I say?

Coco: How could you say that about yourself!? You are absolutely NOT boring to me at all!

Tails: Y-You think so-

Coco: (Grabs Tails' Hands and Gently Squeezes Them) I KNOW so, mister! You're the most smartest, brilliant, precious little cinnamon roll I've ever met and anyone who thinks otherwise are dumb and stupid!

Tails: (Almost at a Loss of Words) Coco.....

Coco: I mean it, Tails! I don't EVER wanna see you put yourself down like that ever again, you hear me!?

Tails: I won't do that anymore! I promise!

Coco: (Stares at Tails For a Brief Second Before Sighing) Good. (Gives Tails a Loving Hug) I'm glad we come to an understanding. I love you, bud.

Tails: (Chuckles Lightly While Hugging Coco Back) I love you too, Coco. Thank you.

Almost Everyone: (Stares at the Best Friends Hugging Each Other) (Yeah. They would SO be cute couple together.)

Amy: (So CUUUUUUUUTEEEE!!!~)

Daisy

Daisy tries calming herself down before taking one look at the camera and starts angrily stomping and looking away on screen.

Ryuji: Sheesh. Even when she try to calm down, she still gets angry....

Yoshi: That's my mom for ya. Always a low-key bad sport.

Donkey Kong

Donkey Kong starts slapping the ground angrily before a random barrel came down and hit his head, causing him to fall down unconscious on screen.

Yusuke: That has to be a painful experience to go through.

Futuba: Tell me about it. I highly doubt that any normal human could survive a random barrel falling down on their heads.....or their entire body.

Ryuji: I envy that gorilla sometimes....

Diddy Kong

Diddy Kong lazily eats his banana, throws the peel on the floor beside him, gets up, ,immediately slips on the peel and fell on screen.

Ren: Yeah. No. He had that one coming.

Everyone: (Nodding and Completely Agrees to What Ren was Saying) Yeah./ Very True./ Uh huh.

Wario

Wario gets struck by lightning on screen.

Ryuji: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) JESUS! Where the hell did that lightning came from? It's not even raining outside!

Yusuke: Perhaps there's more to this universe than we originally thought....

Waluigi

Waluigi starts acting dramatic to losing before falling down into a black hole, that suddenly appears out of nowhere, on screen.

Futuba: Wha-Wha- WHAT!? How is even possible!? W-W-WHERE DID THAT BLACK HOLE EVEN CAME FROM!?

Morgana: (Shakes his Head Slowly) I don't even know anymore, Futuba....

Futuba: Damnit! (Looks Up Into the Ceiling in Anger) NONE OF THIS MAKES ANY SENSE!!!

Lavenza: There's a lot of things that doesn't make sense, Big Sister Futuba.

Bowser

Bowser angrily punches a camera on screen.

Ryuji: WOAH WOAH WOAH! What the hell was that all about!?

Ren: A evil, giant turtle getting mad over a simple game of golf....Kind of sounds a lot sadder when I say it out loud.

Ryuji: Right!? It's just a frickin' golf game! Why do they have get so hell-bent over it everytime they lose!?

Ren: I don't think anyone really knows at this point, man.

Bowser Jr.

Bowser Jr throwing his usual temper tantrum on screen.

Morgana: (Starts Sighing While Rolling his Eyes) Here comes another Bowser Jr's cuteness hour.....

Futuba: (Teasingly Pokes Morgan's Cheeks) Getting jealous there, Mona?~

Haru: (Immediately Pulls Morgana into a Loving Hug) Oh my sweet, little Mona-Chan!~ Please don't be jealous of Bowser Jr-kun anymore! I promise I love you with all of my heart!~ (Begins Kissing Morgana's Cheek)

Morgana: (Starts Getting Ticklish by Haru's Kisses) Haru! Come on! I believe you already! Really!

Lavenza: (Turns to Futuba) What exactly is happening here right now? Is Mona-Chan really jealous of this Bowser Jr character?

Futuba; (Simply Nodded) Oh big time. He thinks Haru thinks that the little guy is more cuter than he is.

Lavenza: ('Gasps') That is crazy talk....(Turns to Morgana) Mona-Chan!

Morgana: (Turns to Lavenza) Huh? What's wrong, Lavenza?

Lavenza: (Gently Grab Both of Mona's Paws) There us no need for you feel any jealousy towards Bowser Jr. While it is true that his overall appearance is cute to look at, you are and always will a precious feline in my very eyes!

Morgana: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise While Blushing) Y-You.... really mean that, Lavenza?

Lavenza: Why, of course I do. (Joins into Morgana and Haru's Hug) I wouldn't be here, telling you this if I don't.

Haru: Lavvy-chan is absolutely right on this, sweetheart. You're a lot more precious than give yourself credit for. So please don't be jealous anymore, okay?

Morgana: (Sighs While Being Overwhelmed by the Group Hug) I'll try not to....(Smiles a Little) Thanks, you guys.

Futuba: (Smirk Softly at the Trio While Silently Taking a Few Pictures of Them ('Heh Heh') Dorks.

Rosalina

Rosalina faints....and accidentally fell down on the Lumas, who were trying to help her up, on screen.

'Thud'

Most People in the Living Room: Oh!

Yoshi: That has got to leave a mark.

Pit: I know. I kind of feel bad for those poor little Lumas....

Dark Pit: They're floating, magical stars with eyes, Pit-Stain. They'll be fine.

Birdo

Birdo angrily shoots eggs at the camera on screen.

Ann: (Really Glares at the Screen) Really?! What is with these people and breaking camera screens!? Do they honestly even know how much those things cost!!?

Shiho: (Simply Shrugs) I guess they really can't stand the fact they've lost a game golf.

Ann: Right!?

Toad

Two Toads tries to cheer up the main Toad by cheerleading on screen.

Ren: Huh. Cheerleading Toads.... That's a new one.

Makoto: It's cute how they try to do whatever they can to support each other.

Ren: I agree. It's also ironic how this is the most normal reaction of losing out of everyone else we've seen so far.

Makoto: ('Sigh') Yeah.....

Nabbit

Nabbit hides under a bag....only to get eaten by a Piranha Plant on screen.

Dark Pit: Alright. I'm about to lose it in a matter of seconds, if someone in this room don't tell me why in the hell does that dumbass thought that having a Piranha in his bag was even remotely a good idea!

Ren: ('Sigh') Yeah. I think we're done here.

..............................................................

Sonic: Sheesh....That was a lot more insane to watch through than I thought it would be.....

Yusuke: Not the most cringe worthy event I have ever seen so far, but it was still rather.... interesting to watch, to say the least.

Amy: I know..... I had no idea they would took golf so seriously...

Ryuji: You're telling me. I mean, really, I can't believe these guys were making a huge deal about losing one single game of golf! GOLF!! Probably one of the most boring sports in all of the frickin universe!!

Ren: Well, knowing Mario and the gang, I'm pretty sure they found a way to make the sport more fun to them.

Ryuji: That might be the true, but that doesn't make what we just saw, any better, bro!!

Ren: ('Sigh') Yeah. It.... really doesn't.

Futuba: (Found Something Interesting on his Phone) Huh.

Pit: What you found, Futuba?

Futuba: (Shows Everyone Beside her Phone) It says here that Mario and the others are hosting an all new golf tournament next month. It's called the "Mario Golf: Super Rush Tournament"

Yoshi: (Takes a Look at Futuba's Phone) Yep. Seems pretty legit to me.

Everyone: (Nodded in Agreement)

Makoto: They're going to embarrass themselves in that tournament, are they?

Ren: I'd be surprised if they didn't.

Makoto: You're gonna record the whole thing, are you?

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) Oho yeah.....

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hela-avenger · 4 years

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poison & wine- part 16

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1591

Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.

A/N: If you’ll like to be tagged please reach out to me!

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Your eyes flutter open just to find the stars on the ceiling long gone. The light of the Asgardian sunrise had cast the darkness of the room away and you wonder how early you have to wake in order to witness it in person. You make a mental note to ask the girls but are disrupted by the sound of your stomach growling.

Loki and you had unknowingly gone to bed early and had skipped dinner. It hadn’t been your intention but you were starving now and hoped the girls would be coming by soon with breakfast.

Recalling Loki, you look over at his side of the bed to surprisingly find him still there. He seemed to still be asleep so you try to be as quiet as can be as you start to step out of the bed.

You manage to pull the bed cover away on your own making you suspicious of foul play the night prior. As you turn back to fix it, you find yourself staring at Loki’s bare back. You dropped the cover where it was and couldn’t help but stare.

The entirety of his back was mangled with an array of scars. Some long and jagged, others short and straight. There was a variety and you wondered how he could have survived any of them.

You had your history of scars.

None on you but to the people around you.

You recall your time as an army nurse. The mangled bodies you saw on a daily basis. New and old scars that scattered around the men fighting for their loved ones back at home. You knew what could cause them and how they could heal. You knew which ones would fade away with time and which ones would remain a reminder forever.

Loki’s back was scattered with the worst ones you’ve ever seen. Especially as you recalled that his body was meant to be able to withstand much more than a mortal body ever could. Whoever did this to him must have been very strong and the pain… You can’t even imagine the level of pain he must have felt.

None of the scars look like they healed with care. The way his skin was discolored beyond the wound made you aware that he must have been left to deal with them on his own. Wounded, tortured, perhaps left to die.

Someone hurt him. Someone hurt him very badly.

Your hand itches to run your hand across his back. An ill attempt to heal something just by the pure will of it. You know it’s impossible but you wish to at least try.

So you do... or at least you try to before you’re interrupted by Loki’s groan. He hums as he turns onto his back to stretch, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours.

“What are you doing?” Loki asks.

You pull your hand back and try to erase the last minute away from your mind.

“Trying to see if you were alive,” you manage to lie. “You are awfully still when asleep. It looks like you’re dead.”

Loki stares in response. His eyes narrow down at you trying to gauge if your words were true or not. Though in the end, it didn’t matter as he shook his head and sat up. His back faces you again but the scars you had seen had disappeared. His back was bare from any of it.

You blink and then you blink again but Loki’s back remains scar-free.

Part of you wonders if it had all been a figment of your imagination, but like the bed cover and the stars glowing in the ceiling, you knew this cover up had something to do with the use of seidr. You just didn’t know why.

A timid knock on the door disrupts your thoughts and you are quick to shift your attention elsewhere. You reach for your robe and tug it on just as Loki stands up from the bed and reaches your side.

“Come in,” he bellows as he swings an arm around your waist and pulls you to him. You catch yourself on his chest and you have to refrain from following your instincts which were telling you to push him away. Instead, you let your hands remain where they are as the doors begin to open. “Good morning, girls.”

“Good morning, your majesty.”

“Start on breakfast without me,” Loki states as he pulls away from you. “I’ll be in the library doing some light reading.”

He winks at you and turns to your handmaidens who are trying their hardest to stare at his face. Loki only grins and snaps his fingers to dress himself alleviating the tension in the room.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay and eat?” you ask, capturing his attention once more.

He turns to look at you in question and you don’t understand why you’re even offering to spend more time with him. The silence stretches out a second too long but Loki immediately fixes it by simply smiling down at you.

“Missing me already, pet?” he asks.

You couldn’t help but genuinely laugh at the question.

“You know I always do,” you manage to respond sweetly. “It’s why I keep coming back to you.”

Loki's smile manages to grow wider before he presses a kiss on your forehead. You let out your breath when the touch of his lips on your skin disappears. His hold on your face doesn’t leave as he tilts your head up so that you may look at him.

His eyes flutter to your lips and a spike of anxiety runs through your spine at the thought of him kissing you again.

He doesn’t.

“I won’t be away for too long,” Loki states as he releases you. “I’ll be back to share lunch with you.”

Without another word, Loki makes his way out of your room leaving you at the care of your handmaidens.

Loki flipped through the travel archives with exasperated boredom. He hadn’t realized how many outings were cataloged from the past century. He knew that Thor and he had taken advantage of traveling to other realms with any excuse at all. Loki was growing to regret it as each visit was written down.

There were pages upon pages concerning Thor and his travels that Loki was having a hard time trying to narrow down other royal members who had left Asgard for whatever purpose necessary. It became more complicated as visits to Midgard were non-existent.

It was like looking for a needle in a haystack except Loki didn’t know what the needle looked like.

“Trouble?”

Loki looks up from the catalog to find his mother staring down at him with an amused smile. He glances around momentarily to make sure they were alone and nods.

“I can’t seem to find any trace of recent travel to Midgard,” Loki sighs out. “There’s too many transcriptions that it’s taking longer for me to get through them all.”

“Hmm,” Frigga hums as she takes the book from Loki and looks through it. “Well, perhaps you should be looking through something more recent. The girl is a bit younger than this, isn’t she?”

“I’ve started around the year of her birth but nothing appears,” Loki sighs out as he pulls the first book he started with from the stack. “So I assumed that perhaps her father arrived earlier.”

“And you found nothing?”

“Nothing,” Loki sighs out. “And I doubt anyone could have traveled down and stayed for longer than a century. Odin would never allow such a long visit.”

Frigga scowls and sets the book down.

“Well then that’s quite a problem, isn’t it?”

Loki watches as her mother begins to pace.

“What’s wrong?” he asks her.

“Either her father traveled through other means...” Frigga states.

“That’s impossible seeing as Midgard has travel records that indicate the Bifrost was used.”

“Which then leaves us with another troublesome predicament,” Frigga sighs out unhappily.

“Which is?”

“That your father sent him down secretly.”

“Why would Odin do such a thing?” Loki asks confused.

“I don’t know,” Frigga shrugs. “It could have been a short banishment like your brother or perhaps another reason altogether. Either way, those records would be sealed with your father having sole access.”

Loki lets out a heavy sigh unsure of what he was meant to do now.

“This has become too complicated.”

“It sure has,” Frigga agrees as she takes the seat next to him. “But for her sake, we must continue our search.”

“How?” Loki asks. “By asking Odin?”

“Yes, that’s…”

“No,” Loki interrupts her. “He’ll immediately want an explanation and what am I to tell him?”

“The truth, Loki.”

“Absolutely not,” Loki exclaims.

“Why not?” Frigga asks him. “For her safety? Or because you abhor the idea of telling the truth to your father?”

“He’s not my father!”

Frigga remains silent, her lips pressed together tightly. She waits for Loki to calm down watching his deep breaths return to a normal pace. He realizes his overreaction and turns to face her apologetically.

“I do not need to rely on that man more than I already have to,” Loki states. “I will find Y/N’s father and keep her safe on my own.”

Frigga lets out a sigh knowing there was no way to convince him otherwise.

“Then so be it,” Frigga resigns. “But whatever shall you do now?”

Loki didn’t have an answer to her question. His only hope relied on you and so that was the only path he could take at the moment.

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animerunner · 3 years

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What Happened Is Not Right And That’s Okay (Chapter 1)

Ao3 Fandom: The Owl House Rating: T Relationships: Eda Clawthorne & Lilith Clawthorne, Eda Clawthorne & Eda Clawthorne’s Mother (additional relationships to be added as the story progresses) Summary:Living with a curse was never a simple task. And really from day one Eda knew it was going to be complicated. But she can't help but wonder at times. Just why hers has to be this complicated. In short: An Exploration of what life might have been like for Eda growing up with the curse. AN: So reading @beckyarteest’s fic I’m getting old and I need something to rely on (click for link). Got me thinking about how there’s not a ton of fics dealing primarily with Eda, the curse, and well a lot of things that I realize don’t get tend to be written about in The Owl House fandom.

So I originally had started this with an intention of doing a one-shot focusing on just letting Eda grieve the loss of her magic. Its now become more of a character exploration of what growing up with an illness may have been like for Eda. Using some real world anecdotes and some not real world ones. This does start in pre-canon. So no Luz, Amity, or several characters who are kids in the show. Since this starts when Eda and Lilith are still teens. The plan is to get to the actual canon eventually. But its going to be a while Anyways Actual story is under the read more. Ao3 link is at the top. Please let me know what you think!

They say that the biggest moments in your life are the ones you remember the most.

Eda personally thought that was a load of baloney, personally.

There had never been a bigger moment in her life than when she first found out someone had cursed her. Something she would really like to think that she would remember happening.

But she had no clue what had happened. The night before it happened she remembered seeing someone in her room. But she had been too tired to tell who it was. And by the time she woke up they were long gone.

She wouldn’t even realize that was when it happened for a while. Too much shock to really think about it.

And really even then she didn’t want to think about it.

That was the moment her life was forever changed. And not exactly for the better. It hurt to think about what could have been if she had maybe been more awake that night. Something that would only get worse as she got older.

And well certain people weren’t exactly helping the situation either.

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Getting her parents to even accept that something was wrong had been a challenge from the start.

First off, there had been disbelief that it had even been a curse, to begin with.

Eda wasn’t entirely sure she had known it was a curse from the beginning. Maybe it was from her own hijinks. Or maybe it was her own love of reading up on mysterious magic when she could get her hands on them.

But somehow she had known it wasn’t just a silly spell.

Though that hadn’t meant she hadn’t allowed herself to be lulled into a false sense of security for a bit.

It wouldn’t be the last time she would let her parents lull her into it. Thinking they must know best on this. After all, look at what they had seen before Belos had come into power.

The next year would turn that idea completely on its head. And break most of her trust in her parents and in healers but she didn’t know that when it first started. Back then things had been a lot of simpler.

Back then, she hadn’t even begun to realize the amount of issues her family had.

So when her mother had scoffed at the idea. “Don’t be ridiculous Edalyn. If you had been cursed you would know it. It must have been a transformation spell gone awry.”

Eda had tried to take it seriously. No matter how much lingering doubt there was in the back of her mind. “But why would someone do it then?” Sure she pranked people. But she had always been pretty indiscriminate on that. If you went to Hexside you could be pranked by her. It didn’t matter who you were

Had she really done something worthy of being transformed in front of the whole school and the Emperor’s Coven?

Her mother gave her a pointed look at the question. “Some people have no respect for the time and place. You of all witchlings would know that Edalyn.”

Well if that wasn’t a shot at her hijinks over the years Eda didn’t know what was.

“Just because a duel for one of the most coveted spots on the isles should be treated with respect, doesn’t mean that everyone will. Someone most likely thought it would be a good form of retribution for all of your actions over the years.”

It was really hard not to miss the ‘and its about time’ lingering in the statement from her mother. But Eda tried to ignore it.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There had been only one person who had believed her in those early days. In a moment of irony that she would only begin to understand when she was much older. After a spur of the moment confession from her, It had been Lilith.

Though even that wasn’t entirely true. Yes, Lilith in those early days had believed Eda was cursed. But it wasn’t until the second transformation had occurred that Lilith had thought it was more than a temporary thing.

“I don’t even get why someone want to curse me in the first place.”

Lilith was packing up her things. She would be moving out the following day. Training for the Emperor’s Coven would begin at the start of the next week, bright and early. And at least in the beginning with all the time and effort involved in the coven she simply wouldn’t have time to come home.

So it would be the last chance they would get to talk.

“I mean I get I prank people. But cursing feels a bit extreme ya know.”

Lilith hummed in thought. “It does feel like an overreaction. However, what makes you think it was from the pranking?”

Eda shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess to me it makes the most sense? I can’t think of anything really over the top I could have done besides that.”

The reaction was over the top as it was. Cursing someone for playing a prank? It wasn’t like she had hurt anyone in the past. Caused a few messes, sure. But if things looked like they were going too far she always stepped in.

No matter how much trouble she might get in.

She guessed that made it more probable it was what mother had said.

But Eda had been transformed before both by other students and in her own messing around with magic. She had it happen enough that she knew what the experience was, usually. This was nothing like what usually happened.

“Look I just know I remember stuff when it's a transformation spell. I don’t remember anything after I started walking away from you. If this is a transformation spell it's not like any other one I’ve seen.”

Lilith looked surprised. “Not a thing?”

“No, one minute I’m walking away from the duel. The next thing I remember is coming to my senses. Hurting in all sorts of weird places. And you panicking over something. Everything between them is a giant blank.”

“That is unusual.” Lilith agreed.

“Look I just know that while I want it to be nothing more than a transformation spell. I can’t shake this feeling that there is more than that going on. You believe me, right? ”

“Yes. Though I am not convinced it's more than a one time thing.”

Eda frowned at that. “But most curses are, Lily, unless they can easily be broken. And those are the rarest of them all.” She really didn’t understand her sister’s hangup on it being scarier than she kept trying to make it out to be.

“True.” Lilith looked lost in thought for a moment. “Look, for now I agree with you that this seems to be more than just a transformation spell. But let’s not try to worry too much about it unless it happens again. It’s going to do none of us any good to ponder for the moment. Not until we know more.”

Eda bit back a retort. She knew full well that curses were easier treated when caught early. But it was quite apparent that no one was going to listen to her fully on this.

A fact that would only get more frustrating in years to come.

Eda was brought out of her thoughts as Lilith said. “But Eda, regardless of what this is, promise me you’ll call if it happens again, okay.”

Eda nodded. “Of course.”

Though if it happened again Eda thought that would be the least of her problems.

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hyperfocus-museum · 4 years

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Tori Vega

As someone who is very new to Victorious, having just watched it for the first time at the end of February and nearing the end of a third re-watch now, I have a lot of thoughts about Tori.

When I watched the show for the first time, I’ll be honest. I hated Tori. I went into the show as a Jade stan, having watched plenty of compilations and listened to others’ opinions on her which, as a very suggestible person, definitely influenced the way I saw her. Then I read a lot of stuff on both sides of the debate and decided to re-watch the show objectively.

Y’all.

Tori Vega doesn’t deserve all of the hate she gets. She doesn’t deserve hate at all, as a matter of fact. This is going to focus in mainly on Jade and Tori since most of the hatred for Tori seems to stem from her treatment of Jade which, as I’ll show, has its’ reasons.

To start from the beginning: the stage kiss with Beck in the pilot.

The first thing one has to remember is that Tori literally did nothing to Jade. She accidentally bumped into Beck and was trying to make up for her mistake by attempting to get the coffee stain out. Sure, she had a brain glitch at the cute boy smiling at her, who wouldn’t, especially when you’re touching their chest?

Jade completely overreacted, as she often does; making Tori play a dog should have been punishment enough, but pouring coffee over the head of a new girl in her first minutes at a new school is just cruel and unnecessary.

The stage kiss? Not Tori’s finest moment but it was her standing up to a bully. It was her way of telling Jade that she wouldn’t be pushed around and, if we want to point fingers, what about Beck? Tori owed Jade nothing at that point; nothing. She didn’t even know anything about her but her name and the fact that she was overly possessive of Beck.

Beck, however, has been dating Jade for almost two years. He should know her insecurities, how jealous she gets, and he could have easily refused the kiss because he should have known that it would hurt Jade.

But instead, Jade and most of the fandom seem to lay all of the blame at Tori’s feet. I’ve only ever seen one person (publicly, at least) point out that Beck is really the one at fault in this instance and that’s really sad, honestly. And it’s a recurring problem throughout the series, people blaming Tori for things that either aren’t her fault or that she tries to make amends over as soon as she realizes what she’s done.

In fact, there’s only one instance I can remember where she was in the wrong but didn’t apologize, and honestly, even it’s understandable. Let’s skip ahead and talk about Prome Wrecker, shall we?

Prome Wrecker is a really misjudged episode, in my opinion. People act as though Tori deliberately set out to ruin Jade’s performance, but she didn’t. Honestly, Jade sabotaged herself. Imagine being a playwright and gathering tons of supplies and putting loads of preparation into a performance, including printing out flyers, but not booking the space.

Now, I’m not saying that Tori was in the right to insist on having her prome, but I’m sure we can all agree that the experience taught Jade something about responsibility.

And, the truth of the matter is, sometimes Tori fights back and it’s usually when Jade comes in, guns blazing, demanding that Tori do something. Just off the top of my head, I can give you this episode and Brain Squeezers as an example. Tori has anger problems, this is canon. She hulks out sometimes and does things she’ll later regret, this is also canon. This episode is one of those times.

Jade comes in, even more antagonistic than usual, and orders Tori to cancel her prome. Tori gets pissed and refuses and then Jade does everything she can to sabotage the actual prome.

Where am I going with this? Simple: the reason that Tori never apologizes to Jade about this is because Jade never gives her a chance to feel bad about it. Rather, Jade is constantly pushing the issue and stoking the flames of her anger without giving her a chance to settle down and think about it rationally.

They’re both at fault here.

Honestly, I could go on and on but this is probably long enough.

But I do wanna say one more thing.

Tori Vega coming to Hollywood Arts is the best thing that could have happened to Jade West.

“No one talks to me like that!”

“Obviously someone should.”

The truth about Jade West is that, as much as she hates it, she needs someone to challenge her, to call her out on her bullshit and to fight back.

She is surrounded by yes men; even her own boyfriend is frustratingly patronizing and lets her get away with murder. Everyone is too scared of her to fight back and so she stays bitter and cruel and mean and with no one she can really count on... until Tori comes along.

Tori isn’t afraid to fight back; she doesn’t just sit there and take Jade’s abuse, but she doesn’t try to change her either. She accepts Jade the way she is but still believes she can be a better person.

And that, my friends, is why it’s Tori that Jade chooses to go to in Jade Dumps Beck. She’s hurting and in desperate need of help and she chose Tori. Ever wonder why? Well.

Tori is the only person Jade’s ever pushed who didn’t go. She’s the only person who fought back against her cruelty with kindness, who dared to tell Jade West that she could be nice to her sometimes. She’s the only person who hasn’t met Jade’s intimidation tactics with fear but with kindness and understanding instead, even when she has every reason in the world to hate her.

Jade knows that she can go to Tori and be herself in a way that she can’t with anyone else because Tori’s proven that she can be trusted, whether Jade likes it or not. She can take off her mask with her and still feel safe.

And, by the end of the series, the better person we see Jade becoming?

That’s all Tori’s influence and encouragement and the way that she believes in her.

Tori Vega is absolutely, 110% the influence Jade West needed in her life and the entire show really is about their journey. I’m just forever sad that it was cut short.

In conclusion, now that this has turned into my usual ADHD mess of a ramble, Tori Vega is no angel but she doesn’t deserve 99% of the hate she gets for being the protagonist of a kid’s show. She makes mistakes, sure, but she almost always apologizes and tries to fix them. So much of what she gets blamed for is misplaced blame at its’ worst and it feels like Jade blaming her for them getting locked behind the lasers in Wanko’s Warehouse to me.

Try watching Victorious through objective eyes next time, paying extra attention to Tori. She just might surprise you.

And, all of this being said, if you just don’t like her because you think she’s boring or any other reason, that’s fair. This post isn’t directed at you.This post is for the people who will see Beck kiss a girl in front of his overly jealous and possessive girlfriend and blame the girl. This is for the people who think Jade West can do no wrong even though she almost (and should have, realistically speaking) killed Tori over a stupid lead in a play.

I love Jade, I really do; she’s my favorite character but she’s a terrible human being. I’m just sick of her getting away with all the shit she does to Tori and the second Tori fights back, she’s getting hated on. It’s not fair.

Victorious isn’t made up of perfect characters, far from it. Tori has her faults as much as the rest of them, but somehow she gets all of the hate and I just had to say something.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk, please help yourself to cookies and Wahoo Punch on your way out.

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5 Robin x mc Thanks a lot!! ❤️😋

Thanks for the prompt anon💙

You can find the prompt list here.

#5- "Oh shit..."

Warning: Slight cursing, angst

Word count: 1.3 K words (I fail EVERYTIME 🤧)

Author's note: I took part in this week's @wackydrabbles and you will find the prompt in bold

This is unrequited love (ouch??) And basically a chapter 9 rewrite so it does have a few dialogues from there

Thanks to @noboundariesplease for pre reading it (even though you hate robin sjsksksj love you😚)

Song: Worthy of you by Plested

Forgive me for any mistakes I make

Worthy Of You

It was supposed to be a boring day at office, doing boring work, doing the normal corporate bullshit.

In short, a normal boring day.

But it all went downhill when he saw Malaika enter the office beside Sam.

He was at the other end of the atrium but she still caught his attention. Everyone caught her attention. Her radiance and her aura was hard to ignore. People's eyes, once landing on her, find it hard to look the other way. She is that magnetic and beautiful.

"Mr. Flores? There is something up in the Milan office."

He was snapped out of his reverie as he took the iPad and started reading. Yet... His eyes glanced up to her smiling and chatting enthusiastically with Grant.

He tried to sneak in closer, catching snippets of their conversation.

"...Through careful testing, we could determine what best practices create the strongest defenses."

"Just like probiotics!!" Grant said.

"Exactly. Those were discovered like, a hundred years ago, and only became popular recently. There's still lots of room for more discovery, supplementation, and improvement."

God she is gorgeous and smart. Is there anything she isn't good at? Robin smiled to himself. He was about to head towards them but he saw Sam swoop in.

Smirking, Sam spoke up. "Should I be worried about my job?"

Malaika's smile visibly brightened, as her eyes landed on Sam, which made Robin roll his eyes out of annoyance.

That's Sam for you. Gifted with the brains and the looks to make woman in a three mile radius pussy whipped.

"No, I'd keep you around to smooth the transition of power." She winked and the three chuckled.

Wait a minute... Robin eyes narrowed in on them, viewing them in a new light.

The lingering gazes, the prolonged touches and Malaika's shy smile...

They are FLIRTING?

No, don't jump to conclusions Flores.

Waving goodbye to Grant, he saw them head towards Sam's private elevator.

Time for intervention.

As the door shut, Robin put in his hand to stop the lift.

"Sam we need you. There's a problem with the office in Milan."

He glanced at Malaika, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Hey Malaika. Fancy seeing you here."

She looked up, a teasing smile on her face. "Hey Robin, what did you do this time?"

Chuckling he entered the lift and leaned against the wall. "I never said it was my fault."

Punching his shoulder lightly, she spoke. "Strategic guess."

Robin's eyes lingered on her before he turned towards Sam. "Oh shit... Malaika, I don't want to just abandon you here, but these meetings can go on and on..."

Perfect.

"I can take her off your hands and skip the meeting altogether. It'll be lunch before you're done anyway."

Sam's jaw clenched. "And I like that idea even less."

"Well, let her decide. Whatcha say Malaika?"

He was pretty confident that she would agree and join him for lunch. We could go to that bistro down the stre-

"Sorry Robin but... Can I sit in? That's why you brought me today, right? To see you in action?"

Robin's jaw almost dropped but he pulled a poker face.

Some sort of relief flooded through Sam's features. " ... That's also true. Alright. Follow me."

They reached the floor but, Robin couldn't move from his place. He looked up to see them walking out. Malaika looked over her shoulder to meet his brown eyes and only one thing was running through his mind.

Why Malaika?

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And that wasn't even it. She proceeded to go out for lunch with Sam and on a tour with Sam which unfurled jealousy in his chest. There was this burning sensation in his chest, which continued to eat away at him.

Robin wanted to be the one who took her out. Robin wanted to be the one who showed of the office. Robin wanted to be the one who made her laugh.

But he could not, because he will always be the second choice.

And don't even get him started on the incident in the lab. He didn't see much but, he did see the both of them in an uncompromising position, which drove him mad with rage.

The guilty look in Malaika's eyes confirmed his suspicions that they were way past the flirting stage.

It hurt. It was like a stab in the chest. It felt like betrayal. And the fact that she tried to come up with an excuse...

Sighing he walked down the hallways his head full of thoughts. It had been a couple of hours but still, he couldn't get the image out of his head.

That's one thing I did not need to see.

He saw Malaika walking in the opposite direction on her phone, but the moment her eyes met his, she turned around and started walking the other way, away from him.

Oh no you don't.

Gently grasping her elbow he pulled her into his office and shut the door.

"What is it Robin?" She rolled her eyes as she snatched her hand from his grasp and straightened her blazer.

"You are a hard woman to catch."

"I didn't know you were searching for me. What's up?" She said as she crossed her ankles and leaned against his desk.

His eyes narrowed. "What's up? What's up between you and Sam?"

"Nothing!! Robin you are overreacting-"

He stepped closer to her. "Me? Overreacting? I'm a logical man and Malaika what I saw in the lab? It's not my eyes playing games. I have been wanting to talk to you about it."

Stepping one step closer, he glared into her eyes. "So tell me. What's going on between you two? For real?"

"You want the truth? I'm attracted to him. I mean, have you seen him? But, that doesn't mean I can't be professional or respect boundaries." She shrugged nonchalantly.

He scoffed. Is she for real?

"It didn't look like there were any boundaries between the two of you in the lab."

Anger blazed in her dark eyes. "You know what they say about assuming, Robin."

He sighed and massaged his temples. "Look, Malaika, I'm all for some innocent flirting, like at the engagement party... But whatever I walked in on, wasn't innocent."

"Why do you care?"

Because I have feelings for you dammit.

"I'm just worried about you. And I know that my Malaika wouldn't sleep with an engaged man-"

"Wait a minute... Your Malaika? There. Isn't. Any. Your. Malaika!" She enunciated every word.

It felt like a slap to the face. Robin physically flinched.

"I-"

"No Robin, listen to me. I'm a grown woman. And I know the repercussions of my actions. I don't need to be policed around by the likes of a womaniser like you."

He clenched his fist. "Says the person who kissed me to make Sam jealous."

She stood straight and scowled. "Last time I remember, you were the one who volunteered."

"Oh, so I was just someone you played, huh?"

"Oh my god Robin!! I can't play you, if it was mutual. You fucking wanted to kiss me."

Lie... It would hurt less

"You don't know anything about what I want."

"And neither do you know anything about me. So stop acting like my father."

Letting our a sigh he looked up, venom dripping from each word. "Well I'm sorry for looking out for you. I won't bother you anymore. Have a good time ruining your life." He turned of his heels and headed to the door.

"Fuck you Robin."

"You wish you could."

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And that's how he found himself in the near, downing alcohol like it was water and reciting his sob story to a concerned barkeeper in an empty pub.

"So that is the story of what a dumb fuck I am and how woman just trample over my heart." He slurred as he downed the shot.

"Oof. That sounds rough buddy. Another scenario of misunderstanding."

"Oh it is. Another round please."

Shaking his head he gave a glass of water to him. "Sure, alcohol solves most problems, but in this particular case, I don't think it will help. You need to speak your heart out brah, otherwise you will be crushed under the weight of this guilt. And don't confront her head on. Sit down with her and have a heart to heart."

Swirling the amber liquid in his glass he mused."Hmmm... you are right barkeep."

"What?"

"That alcohol won't solve this."

"So, what are you going to do?"

Slamming his glass down, he looked up with his bloodshot eyes.

"Revenge."

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