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Lucifer x fem!reader
Zombie Apocalypse Au
Violence, murder, slight NSFW, mention of SA
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To say you two haven’t been fucking these couple day's is complete false.
The way his hips moved forward to feel your walls clamp around you was just way to addictive.
This time Lucifer was on top of you as he bullied his dick into your tight pussy. He muffled your moans with a passionate kiss and his forked tongue was fighting for dominance.
You found it quite weird that his tongue was formed almost like a snake. But to achieve that look there are surgeries, right?
When you two reach your highs, Lucifer held tight onto your waist as he finishes inside you. Your walls sucked him inside greedily and he moaned in content.
You slipped down the shirt onto you while Lucifer rest beside you. His eyes never torn away from your body. Your body was way to pretty, not to be appreciated.
He loved every stretch mark or other beautiful trade your body was giving you. A true art piece of nature he could watch for hours.
Even though the sex was just a distraction from the apocalypse, he kind of grew more found of you.
Maybe a bit too much.
“I’m going to catch fresh air.” You said and Lucifer hummed. He watched when you walked outside of the cabin. He stretched his body and sighed in relief. He forced himself to sit up and get ready for another day.
You sat outside behind the fence as your eyes travelled the area. It was oddly quiet for a day in the forest, signaling you that the summer is almost over.
Birds started to fly into another country to stay warm. You wished you could just do that. Fly away from all the trouble and pain that built up in the last months.
1. Your boyfriend is a cheater.
2. Your friend was the one he cheated with.
3. A zombie apocalypse started.
4. Your boyfriend almost assaulted you.
A cracking sound of a branch caught your attention, and you quickly took your butterfly knife into your hand.
You put the knife back to its shell when you heard human voices.
Why does this kinda thing happen, every time you were outside alone?
You watched when two men came in view. One had a machete and the other had a dagger in his hand. They were quick to pick up your presence.
“A girl?” one of the men said pointed towards you and the other one approached you. Under their gaze you remind yourself that you only have a shirt on with underwear.
Who could’ve known that you’ll meet other humans in an apocalypse?
You pressed your shirt a bit more down, embarrassed that they'll see more than they should.
“Who are you?” The sudden voice of Lucifer scared you and he pulled you behind him. Lucifers body language was a true fascinating sight.
He stood protectively in front of you, his body appeared quite larger than usual.
One of the guys raised his hands in defense. “We didn’t know she belonged to you, buddy.” They tried to calm lucifer down, but this comment only enraged him more.
“She belongs to herself, buddy.” His voice dripped with venom as his grip tightened around his sword.
Since when has Lucifer a sword?
The other guy frowned and crossed his arms in front of him. “Isn’t there someone pissed?” Lucifer growled; you were scared what will happen to those men. Maybe one blink and they will be just itty-bitty pieces of tofu.
The fear against Lucifer started to swell in your chest and quickly overshadows the worry you had for those men.
Your mind was screaming for you to leave, but you stayed on Lucifer's side. Even though he is the danger your mind warns you about. But you listened to your heart.
Your hand softly touched Lucifers shoulder. A useless attempt to hold Lucifer back. Because the moment one of these guys comment rudely to your body Lucifer lost it.
The sword with an apple sigil on it pierced through one of the skulls. The other man who held the dagger started to go for an attack. But not against Lucifer, no. You were his Target.
The butterfly knife was quickly armed in your hand. You jumped out of his attack range. You hissed when you landed into the hard mutt surface.
Your knee and arm were scraped open and pulsated hard. Lucifer reacted quickly at your cry. He kicked the guy into a large stone, and it cracked at the impact.
How can he move so fast?
Lucifers sword went smooth through the flesh and bones of the man’s shoulder, and he shouted in horror.
Lucifer crouched down to meet the guy’s eye level. The guy groaned when Lucifer twirled the sword slowly. “You should’ve run rather than attacking her.” His voice was unrecognizable. It was way darker than usual.
He sounded like a different person.
Your gaze shifted to the guy, and he looked like he saw a ghost. A scream echoed through the quiet woods, the birds escaped through the sky. You were terrified when you looked at the headless body in front of Lucifer.
Blood covered His face and body. You can't see his expression because his back was in your view. You asked yourself what the guy's last moment looked like.
Lucifer cleaned his sword from the blood with a simple strike in the air.
Lucifer stepped towards you and pulled you up in bridal style. “Are you alright?” His voice was soft, and he held you so gentle and with tender care. A complete parallel universe to what happened a few seconds ago.
You hummed but your thoughts were somewhere else.
Why was he so scared of Lucifer?
Why was Lucifer so angry?
“I can walk.” You said and Lucifer quickly apologized and put you back down. The whole walk back to the cabin was quiet.
Lucifer was worried and scared that he almost couldn’t breathe. Lucifer was always protective to people he cared of.
He may not love you in a romantic way, but he still loves you in a friendship way. So, he was worried about you.
How you’ll accept his more brutal side or not. Lucifer started to bite at his long nail as he watches you looking towards the ground with a frown.
He really hopes that you didn’t saw what he keeps from you.
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You took a deep breath as you looked outside, watching the rain falling unbothered on the blood covered earth. “I think we should start to move.” It was way to dangerous here. The footprints were just another proof that the cabin isn’t as safe as you thought.
The tension between you and Lucifer was sickening. Ever since the little fight happened you found yourself afraid of him. Whatever he did to those guys, he could do way worse. Maybe even to you.
Lucifer was playing around with a small in his hands flower he found in front of your cabin. He knows that you’re afraid of him, obviously. Who wouldn’t after someone kills two Humans without any remorse. But he doesn’t regret it.
Like the flower he was holding in his head, you can break easy.
Lucifer saw it in your eyes how afraid you were of everything that made some noise. And when he was in front of you, you’d play it off. So of course, he wants to protect you of any danger.
You were his only friend he had in these years on earth. Leaving the cabin is the best way of doing that. The blood from the men would only attract more of those zombies.
Lucifers eyes travelled down, taking every detail in from the delicate flower in his hand. He looks back at your figure, the flower in his hands slowly burned in his hand.
The longer you’ll stay with him the more you’ll be tainted.
You don’t know how much trouble waits for you the longer you’ll stay with him.
But he doesn’t care.
Not when you look at him with those eyes of adoration. The fear in your heart won’t last long.
He neared you carefully, like a predator its pray. His sharp canines drew blood, filling his mouth with the taste of iron. The soft golden blood dripped down his chin when he smiled down at you. He took your chin softly between his fingers and pulled you into a soft kiss.
The kiss startled you, but you soon gave in.
An iron flavor with a soft note of Apple and sweetness melted into your tongue. It was delicious. This is how you imagined the forbidden apple would taste.
Lucifer broke the kiss, his blood now all gone. He smiled in victory, and you tilted your head in confusing. “Why are you looking at me like you won the biggest prize?”
You don’t really want to ask for the kiss, why he did it. Lucifer was always very touchy since the whole fucking in the friendship happened. He always reminded you it was nothing personal, he just like hugs.
Right, this relationship is only platonic.
Nothing serious.
You know that, of course you do. If it was something else, you wouldn’t even have agreed in the first place. But your heart ached at the thought of rejection.
You cursed under your breath. You don’t want to feel this feeling of falling in love.
Not after this whole heartbreak with Striker.
Lucifers smirk falls when he saw you back off from his touch. He doesn’t want to admit it, but his ego was a bit hurt at the rejection.
He coughed into his balled fist and went to grab the remaining things of the cabin. Leaving this place was like a sting in your heart.
The small butterfly knife in your hand and in the other Lucifers hand was intertwined with yours. Don’t look back, it’s the best. And that’s exactly what you did.
You two walked deeper into the dark forest leaving the comfortable cabin behind you. Lucifer cut off some roots that were in the way and tracked you perfectly around the woods. Lucifer stopped in his track as he looked at the end of the forest.
You two were on top of a cliff. Below the cliff was a couple sitting across a campfire. The sight soften your heart and you couldn’t help but smile at the couple. They were surviving like the two of you.
Well, almost, the only difference is that they loved each other dearly. Your teeth gritted as soon as you saw a Zombie herd walking in a fast pace towards the couple.
You don’t know what has gotten into you, but your feet moved towards the dead end. Lucifer gripped your hand tight; it’ll bruise under the force. “Let me go!” Lucifer let out a breathy irony laugh, “You really think I’ll let you go down there?”
You growled in anger and pushed your legs harder to escape Lucifers death grip. “They need help!” You screamed on top of your lungs, you started to cry when Lucifer still held you tight. “Kitty, they’ll be already dead before you even get there.” Lucifers heart broke when you shook your head furiously.
With every tear drop fell onto the ground it felt like a shot in his heart.
Delicate as a flower, a flower he must protect.
He pushed you onto his chest, covering your eyes in the process. His fingers pressed softly down on your ear to mute all the screams that filled the air. The moment when Lucifer pulled back his hands and all you saw was blood were once the so peaceful couple was. Your legs gave up under you and you cried into your hands. “Poor kitty cat.” Lucifer mumbles as he sat down beside you. You can trust him. He’ll be with you when you’re about to break.
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"(name), I really think we should go back now..."
Huh. Who would've thought that a seven feet tall drider could be a scaredy-cat? When you asked him to accompany you to find out about this strange lady people had been talking about, you thought he’d be the perfect person to go with due to his intimidating appearance. After all, if this woman turns out to be a sketchy person or a criminal, she most likely would think twice before attacking a creature that could easily give her a fast pass to the afterlife with his bare hands, right?
That’s what you thought anyway before the both of you entered the woods. Then you were reminded that he’s practically scared of everything and now you’re questioning your decision.
You’d be lying if you don’t find it at least a bit amusing, though. He might be the deadliest thing in this forest, yet somehow he’s more scared of the dark forest than you are. You should be the one shaking and whimpering since you can barely see anything, not the other way around. It’s also a bit goofy since he literally has to really lower himself just to be able to reach your shirt, but it seems that he prefers to walk awkwardly like that rather than risking getting separated with you somehow. You doubt that would happen, but since the contact seems to bring a bit of comfort to him, you said nothing of it and just let him grab onto your shirt like his life depends on it.
“It’d be fine! I bet it’s just one of those robbery schemes where a woman pretends to need help just to lead anyone who attempts to help to her accomplices,” you said in attempt to make the situation less scary since he’s been so terrified of the possibility that the two of you might see a ghost. It doesn’t seem to work that well, though, because although he now looks at you with utter bewilderment on his face, you can tell that he’s still terrified.
“I’m sorry, how is that fine??”
“You’re scared because you think this lady is a ghost, right? Wouldn’t it be better if she isn’t?”
“But then we’d get robbed! How is that better?”
You turned your head to him slowly to give him time to rethink what he’d just said, but he still doesn’t seem to realize that no one in their right mind would try to rob a drider.
“Sometimes I think you forget that you could easily chomp someone’s head off,” you remind him since he seems to have forgotten that he has sharp claws and venomous fangs that could tear into someone like they’re made of warm butter. “Trust me, when she sees you, she wouldn’t even attempt to talk to us. She’d probably try to run, and that’s where you should stop her with your web so we can bring her to the city watch.”
Well, you certainly have it all planned out. Although Asa highly doubts that your plan would go as smoothly as you think it would since he’s more likely to snatch you off the ground and start running when he sees the lady, he also knows that he’d feel really bad if it turns out the woman is indeed part of a band of robbers and he does nothing to help stop her and her accomplices. He shakes his head, trying to will himself to ignore his fears and go along with your plan as best as he could. As he takes in a deep breath, he tries to encourage himself silently— if you, a human, could be this brave, he should have some courage too. Not to mention, this might be his chance to prove to you that he’s reliable. If he can prove that you can rely on him, perhaps then he’d be worthy to be your—
Wait, what was that?
His train of thoughts abruptly stops when he spotted something. It was only a brief glimpse, but he’s pretty sure he saw a woman. Was he imagining it? No, he could’ve sworn he saw her standing by the river, but now she’s not there anymore. It’s definitely strange— normally, he’d be able to catch someone’s scent easily even before he even spots them but this time, he didn’t catch any other scent except for yours. How is that possible? Even now, he doesn’t catch any unfamiliar or odd scent in the air even as he took in a deep breath.
An unpleasant chill went down his spine as he’s now convinced that the woman the two of you are looking for might not be a human after all and his fearful grip on your shirt tightened, stopping you in your track. “Hey!” you protested as you swatted his hand, worried that he’d accidentally rip your shirt from pulling too hard. But as you look up, your irritation is quickly replaced by concern as he looks pale, fear etched onto his features as he seems to freeze in place.
“What? What is it?” You followed his gaze out of curiosity and concern, only to frown in confusion as you see nothing except for the river. He’s played in rivers before, so you doubt that’s what scared him, but at the same time you see nothing there. Did he spot something? He does have night vision, so there’s always a possibility that he saw something in the dark where the light from your torch can’t reach.
You turn your head to look at him again, this time with questioning look. What did he see? His adam apple bob as he swallowed thickly— his throat suddenly feels really dry as he feels incredibly hesitant to look away from that exact spot. What if that woman shows up again when he looks away? And what if the longer he looks away from that spot, the closer she gets to the both of you? He doesn’t know what think or do, but now he feels like the two of you need to get out of there now.
“(name)…” You already knew that he’s terrified, but this just seals it. Fear is practically oozing from his shaky voice, making him sound as though he’s about to cry. You decide that perhaps he sounds like that because he is about to cry, judging from his glassy eyes when he finally turns to look at you.
He was about to explain what he saw— he really did— but then he made a mistake of subconsciously taking a glance at that spot. His voice died in his throat as that he sees her again, and this time she doesn’t immediately vanish so he unfortunately gets a better look of her. She looks just like how people had described her— fancy red dress, long black hair and sad eyes. But there’s one part that they seem to conveniently forget to mention, or perhaps they just simply didn’t see it due to the lack of light.
The lady has a hole on her chest that went through her back and now that he could see her clearly, it seems that her so-called red dress isn’t actually a fancy red dress like how people described it— it’s actually a white nightgown that only seems red from a glance because the blood from the gaping hole on her chest had soaked through it.
To say that he feels faint would be a major understatement after he witnessed that.
He was right. The lady isn’t just some sketchy person hanging out in the woods for whatever reason, she is a ghost. She has to be. There’s no way a human would be alive after receiving that kind of injury.
Upon realizing that, he quickly decided that both of you are no longer welcome in this forest, and this is when you learn something new about your beloved drider friend. While he has always been a scaredy-cat, what he lacks in courage he apparently makes up in reaction speed. You didn’t even have the time to react when he suddenly scoops you up by the waist and holds you close to his chest as he makes a run for it.
“What the fuck is going on??” you yell in confusion, your voice muffled against his broad chest as he held your head in place, worried that if you see even a glimpse of the woman, you’d want to try to capture her instead of running like any sane person would do. He didn’t answer your question right away either— not because he doesn’t want to, but because he’s too scared to say anything about it while the two of you still haven’t reached the city.
Needless to say, that was the last time the both of you stepped any foot in the forest for a very long time.
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🌙Moon’s Light | JJK🌙
Synopsis: Luna is a young paralegal trying to maintain her new found independence and enjoy life. Too bad her job sucks and her boss is the worst. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she encounters a vampire named Jungkook who changes her life in more ways than one.
Jungkook is a shield and protector of the vampire kingdom of Korealis. He’s trained his entire life to block out any and all distractions and focus solely on becoming the strongest. While investigating a potential threat to the kingdom, he encounters Luna who turns out to be more than he could have ever imagined. It becomes his job to protect her, but he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is his devotion to the job or perhaps something deeper.
Secrets are uncovered. Lives are on the line. Hearts are tested.
Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Fem!OC
Warnings: Violence, character death, eventual smut, tragedy, some angst, strong language, MINORS DNI
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|| Ch. 16: The Park Family ||
Everyone is in the sparring room and appear to be relieved to see that Luna is awake and aside from minor weakness, she’s doing ok. For now at least. She doesn’t know if that vision she saw was real or some sort of dream, but it scares her. Two weeks isn’t a lot of time at all.
Everyone begins discussing the prisoner they caught the night Luna passed out. They have him locked up on the crime of using an unauthorized portal, and have been pressuring him to give information about Saakhan Venom. So far all he’s said is that Luna’s boss, Choi Yeonjun, is in charge of scouting recruits on earth. When he finds someone he thinks would be a good addition to the crime syndicate he orders the people under him to make their move. They get taken to headquarters and sent through training in preparation for what they call “Judgement Day”. Though Yeonjun isn’t the head of SV, he’s still a high ranking member with a lot of power.
As the guys continue discussing, Luna begins to zone out. She knows she should probably pay attention to what they’re saying, but she can’t get over the image that flashed in her mind. She only has 2 weeks. What kind of time frame is that to decide whether to live in a whole new world or die?
“How much time do I have left?” Luna asks interrupting their conversation.
“Luna,” Jimin says softly.
“I need to know how much time I have before I die.”
Everyone looks at each other except Jungkook. He looks to the ground wishing he didn’t have to deal with this. Deal with her learning that she doesn’t have much time. Deal with him accepting that she doesn’t have much time.
“It’s hard to say for sure,” Yoongi says taking on the task of explaining it to her. “That guy did a good amount of damage. Along with your ability being too much for you, you dont have long before your human side gives in. My guess is…you have about 2 weeks. But, if anyone else goes through you there’s no telling how much time it will take off your life.”
“Is there nothing else I can do?” She asks not bothering to hide the fear in her voice.
“If there is,” Yoongi answers. “It would likely take us more than 2 weeks to figure it out. There’s never been anyone like you before, we just don’t have the knowledge on how to fix this while saving your life. You simply can’t be human any longer. Wouldn’t converting be better than death?”
Of course converting would be better than death. Anything would be better than death. However, Luna can’t seem to convince herself to make that move. Sure everything she had back home is gone, but it’s still home. What could she do here in Korealis? This unfamiliar place that she’s barely even seen outside of the palace and the lab.
“But there has to be another way, right?” She asks desperately seeking a solution. “What if you can figure it out before then?”
“Are you really willing to risk it?” Namjoon asks. “I mean we don’t even know how you got this way. Your parents are long gone and whoever went after your mom to try converting her is who knows where. We wouldn’t even know where to begin to find that needle in a haystack.”
“Park Hyungwon,” Luna says. The name of her birth mom’s agent who she’s convinced is either the one who killed her parents or at least orchestrated the whole attack. Either way, she can’t forget that name. He’s involved somehow and maybe finding him could give her some answers.
Everyone looks around at each other, then at Jimin who looks both shocked and confused.
“How do you know about Hyungwon?” Jimin asks.
“I was reading my mom’s diary,” Luna says. “She mentioned him up until the very end. I think he may be the one who killed her, or at least he has something to do with her being killed.”
“It can’t be,” Hoseok says looking at Jimin. “Can it?”
“No,” Jimin says looking at the floor in thought. “Hyungwon died from the plague that killed the rest of the family.”
“You’re related to him?” Luna asks.
“Not by choice, of course,” Jimin sighs. “His story is similar to mine. His father was closer in line to the throne than my father, but Hyungwon was also born to a woman who wasn’t married to his father. Because of that he was not allowed to hold his place in line for the throne. The way he was treated his whole life is why my father chose to keep me a secret. I may have only gotten to meet him as he was nearing the end of his life, but I’m grateful he gave me the chance to grow up normal. I never resented him for it, but Hyungwon resented everyone in the family. He wanted revenge and he wanted the throne. But then he died with everyone else. Sure, he was the very last one to die and by then the Kim’s had already taken over, but he’s still dead. So that was the end of that.”
“Jimin,” Luna says in disbelief. “There’s no way he’s dead. At least he wasn’t 25 years ago. It doesn’t make sense.”
“The plague,” Jimin says. “I know it took him. He’s been gone. The whole family has been gone.”
“Jimin, you’re still here though!” Luna says grabbing his shoulders. “Why would everyone else in the family die from the plague and not you?”
“Well there was that rumor,” Jin says.
“What rumor?”
“When the family started to all get sick people thought it was Hyungwon trying to get revenge. But then he was gone too and that was it. However, the rumors kept getting spread over the years. It’s like a fable that kids tell, but no one knows if there’s truth behind it.”
“He could be hiding!” Luna shouts as the lightbulb in her head flashes. “What if he’s hiding amongst the humans at home and that’s how he met my mom! He has to be out there still!”
“Luna,” Jimin says. “I know you want to find some other solution, but-“
“Think about it, Jiminie!” She shouts still clutching his shoulders and catching a glare from Jungkook. “Why would you still be the only one alive if everyone else in your family got sick? He’s not trying to kill you, you’re just like him so he doesn’t resent you!”
It happens again. She sees an image flash in her mind. Jimin talking to a man who’s laying in bed.
“I wish I had more time to tell you everything,” the man says. “I had envisioned one day getting to tell you everything. One day when it would no longer be an issue for me to speak with you. I’m sorry that it has to be like this.”
“But why?” Jimin asks.
“Hyungwon,” the man whispers. “Your mother can tell you all about him. Just…don’t let him know who you are if you ever cross paths with him.”
The vision fades and Luna is looking deeply into Jimin’s eyes. She can see his pupils shaking. Was that real? Did he see the same thing she just saw?
“You know something, don’t you?” Luna asks.
“N-no,” Jimin stutters. “I thought he was dead so I never thought much about anything I’ve been told about him.”
“But you knew he was possibly responsible?” She says seeing right through him. “You knew that he couldn’t know who you are, right?”
“How?” Jimin whispers.
“I think…I can see things.”
“What?” Jungkook asks as everyone looks on confused.
“You can see?” Jimin asks.
Luna nods. Everyone else is still confused, but Jimin can see that she definitely saw what he saw. She saw his memory and he knows she’s right.
“How can we find him?” Luna asks.
“I don’t really know,” Jimin says. “He could be anywhere.”
“But he can’t be too far, right? If the portal and Yeonjun are in the same area he can’t be far.”
“Where would we even start? Searching that area alone could take a while.”
“He’s an agent. At least he was when my mom met him. Maybe he still is! If I could go back-“
“No!” Jungkook quickly interjects. “If anything needs to be done we’ll do it, but you’re not going back there.”
“It wouldn’t be long,” she pleads. “I’m sure I could find him online or something.”
“We’ll take care of that,” Namjoon says. “We can plan something out and check it out ourselves, but for now you don’t need to be out of Jungkook, or any one of our sights.”
“Fine,” she reluctantly agrees. “Is there a way I can communicate with you guys while you’re there?”
“No,” Jungkook says. “If we have to make multiple trips then that’s fine, but I still think this is all a big risk. If we spend however much time on this and run out of time, what will you do? Just drop dead and that’s it?”
“I have faith in you guys!”
“I appreciate the vote of confidence,” Namjoon chuckles. “But Jungkookie is right. What happens if time runs out? You still have to make a choice.”
“I will. I’ll make a choice if I have no more time left. But right now I think you guys could find him and find another solution.” Luna is desperate. It’s almost unreasonable, definitely unreasonable, but she doesn’t care, she’s just trying to save the “normal” life she’d been used to living for 25 years.
“LuLu,” Jungkook says.
“Luna,” Luna mumbles.
“Can you stop being stubborn for one second and realize that you’re playing with life and death.”
“I’m not the stubborn one, bunny boy!” She hisses. “I’m just trying to come up with a solution. Isn’t that what we’re all trying to do?”
“We already had a solution, you’re just being a pain in the ass and won’t accept it.”
“The only pain in the ass is the demon who left me alone all night after I woke up from a 3 day coma!”
“I’m not a demon, you one eyed freak!”
“I’ll show you a freak!” She shouts weakly hitting his arm.
“Yeah, a weak freak,” he giggles.
“It never ends with you two!” Jin shouts bringing them out of yet another bout of bickering. “Give us everything you have on Hyungwon and we’ll start searching for him. In the meantime, you two stay out of trouble.”
“I’m going too, right?” Jungkook asks.
“Your main task is keeping an eye on her.”
“Hyung please. Let me go with you guys. I need to do…something.”
“Show her around town then,” Jin says waving him off.
“That’s not what I meant,” Jungkook pouts.
“But that’s what I ordered you to do.” Jin doesn’t often pull rank when he’s talking to them, but when he does there’s no arguing. His word is law.
In reality, everyone has been able to sense the change in Jungkook. They know his focus has been off lately and only gets worse the longer Luna fights trying to prolong the inevitable. He takes everything too hard, so everyone thought it’d be best to keep him away from potential combat for now. Hoseok tried pleading on Jungkook’s behalf knowing how much it would kill him to not be involved with any of the action. But even he couldn’t deny that Jungkook needs time to sort himself out.
Jungkook hates the idea of staying behind while everyone else goes out. He hates feeling like a failure. And he hates feeling like he’s being punished. He’s tried with everything in him to be better but now it’s like progress is going backwards.
What’s worse is he can’t help but feel a bit of resentment towards Luna. He wasn’t this mixed up until she came along. He isn’t sure what he actually feels for her, but he knows it’s getting in the way of everything. He’s a shield first and foremost and he can’t get himself caught up in such trivial bullshit.
But still, one “Jungkookie” from her and he’s frozen in place. His heart flutters and his mind rages. Fuck her. Fuck her “Jungkookie”. And especially fuck her “Jiminie”. Because what the fuck kind of game is she trying to play by calling Jimin that?
“Jungkookie?” Luna repeats from his bed.
They had returned to his room and he’s been stuck in his mind on the couch ever since. The guys took Luna’s mom’s diary and headed off to look for Park Hyungwon.
“That’s demon bunny to you,” he says. Though even that nickname makes his chest swell. The fuck is wrong with him?
“Ok then, demon bunny,” she chuckles. “Are we just going to stay here all day everyday?”
“You don’t like my room?”
“It’s not that, I’m just a little tired of looking at it.”
“You’re free to go exploring if you’d like.”
“I can’t go out alone, and you don’t seem to be in the mood to do much of anything.”
“What gives you that impression?”
“The constant look of displeasure on your face,” she says walking over to him.
“Fine,” he sighs. “Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know, I’m not from here remember.”
“I have to do everything for you,” he says half joking. “Let’s go.”
He gets up and guides her out the door. He’s trying his hardest to keep his tough exterior up. Maybe if he’s a douchebag enough she’ll hate him entirely and make things easier for him. But it’s not easy. His cheeky smirk betrays him when he tries to tell her he’s tired of babysitting her. His fond smile when she talks about how she used to go for walks with her mom and have a picnic makes his hard demeanor turn soft.
Luna is in awe at all the things around the city. It almost reminds her of home. The streets lined with various shops, and gorgeous parks where kids play and others simply go to hang out. The constant darkness does nothing to diminish the beauty of the kingdom. If anything it somehow enhances it. It’s like nothing she’s ever seen before.
Jungkook sees this as an opportunity to convince her to convert. If she sees that being here isn’t so bad she may change her mind, and hopefully soon.
“We should get something to eat,” he says as Luna is still in awe at everything around her.
“What do you guys eat?” She asks.
“Blood.”
“Oh…”
“I’m kidding,” he laughs. “Our stuff may be a bit different than you’re used to because we use blood the way humans use water. But it’s all the same to me.”
“Do you think I’ll like it?”
“Maybe,” he shrugs. “I’ll take you to one of my favorite places. How do you feel about fried chicken?”
“Spicy?” She asks in excitement.
“If that’s what you want,” he smiles endeared by her enthusiasm.
“Yes! I haven’t had fried chicken in forever! Take me now!”
“Geez, you don’t know how to say please? You humans are so rude.”
“I’ll show you rude!” She says hitting his arm.
“Hit me again and you won’t get anything except expired blood.”
“Sorry, Jungkookie,” she teases making him cringe from the conflict his mind goes through every time she does that.
“Shut up and come on,” he says grabbing her arm and practically dragging her down the street.
They arrive at a small chicken restaurant and order an assortment of flavors. Luna decides to try a blood infused soda. If she’s going to have to be here a while she would like to at least find a blood drink that tastes better than just plain blood.
“How is it?” Jungkook asks as she takes a sip.
“It’s different, but not bad,” she says. “This looks like the restaurants back home. I didn’t know you guys had all of this in the city.”
“I told you it wouldn’t be much different. Everything is pretty much the same.”
The waiter brings their food and Luna’s jaw drops. It all looks and smells amazing. Jungkook smiles at the way she looks at the food. She’s cute, although he’s having a hard time accepting that he feels that way.
“Try it,” he says.
She grabs a piece of chicken taking a moment to inspect it before taking a bite. She’s delighted at the taste. It tastes great, almost better than anything she’s ever had at home.
“Kookie this is amazing!” She says taking another mouthful.
“I umm…yeah. I’m glad you like it,” he sputters shoving chicken into his own mouth. He hates when she does that.
“I’m sorry,” she says noticing the shift in his pupils. “I forgot you don’t like me calling you that.”
“That’s not really what I said.” That’s what he meant, however a small but strong part of him doesn’t want her to stop calling him any of the nicknames she calls him, especially Kookie.
“You seem bothered by it though.”
“No, it’s just…no one really calls me that. It just catches me off guard.”
“Oh,” she pauses looking down at her plate. “But…it still bothers you, doesn’t it?”
How would she know that? Did he give himself away somehow?
“No,” he lies. “It just catches me off guard like I said.”
“Do I bother you at all? I mean, I know you’re a shield and all, but sometimes I feel like I’m in the way of things or like, a distraction or something.”
What she really wants to say is she knows he tries to hide his feelings. She knows he’s been training his whole life to keep his emotions from getting the best of him. And she heard him talking before she woke up.
“What makes you think that?” He asks raising a brow.
“Just a feeling, I guess,” she shrugs.
He can tell she’s lying. Did she hear him talking to someone? She couldn’t have, he’s only talked to his mom about her.
“Can I ask you something, LuLu?” He asks.
“Only if you learn my name,” she says rolling her eyes.
“Earlier you told Jimin you could see things. What did you see?”
“Oh…nothing,” she lies. “I guess I just kind of felt a vibe from him.”
“A vibe that told you he knows to stay away from Hyungwon?” Jungkook asks quickly breaking her lie.
“Something like that,” she doubles down shoving a piece of chicken in her mouth.
“What are you hiding?” He asks suspiciously.
“Nothing.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“Can’t I just eat in peace?”
“Who’s paying for this meal??”
“Ugh!” She huffs. “Look, I don’t know what it was, I just saw a flash of something when I was talking to Jiminie.”
“Jiminie?” He asked more irritated by the nickname than he is about her hiding things from him. “Since when do you call him that?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “It just rolls off the tongue nicely I guess.”
“What does that even mean?”
“Does it matter? He didn’t seem to have a problem with me calling him that. Unlike someone who lets everyone else call him by a cute nickname but he has a problem when I do it.”
“That’s not what I said,” he huffs. “That’s besides the point. What did you see?”
“I don’t know,” she sighs. “I just saw a flash of his dad telling him to stay away from Hyungwon.”
“How?”
“I don’t know! It just happened.”
“Has it happened before?”
“No,” she answers too quickly. The last thing she wants is for him to know that she’s seen his memories too. He has such a tough wall built up that his memories seem to be the only way she can truly understand where he’s coming from.
“This was the first time?” He raises his brow.
“Yeah,” she says finishing off her last piece of chicken.
Jungkook isn’t convinced that she’s telling him the whole truth. He can tell she’s still hiding something. He wants to press her further, but for some reason the question that comes out of his mouth isn’t the one he meant to ask out loud.
“Do you have a thing for Jimin?”
“What?” Luna asks confused.
Jungkook is stunned by his own words. He sits frozen a moment trying to find a way to dig himself out of this. He meant to ask her more about her vision. Now he’s internally kicking himself.
“I mean, you seem like you have a soft spot for him,” he says rubbing the back of his neck.
“Oh,” she says still confused. “He’s been really nice and sweet since I met him. I guess I do have a soft spot for him. He’s an angel.”
“An angel,” Jungkook says fighting the rising saltiness in his tone. “How is he an angel, but I’m a demon even though I’ve done so much more for you than he has?”
“You stalked me!”
“It was surveillance!”
“And you broke into my apartment! Twice!”
“I saved your raggedy ass toaster from setting the whole place on fire! I still haven’t gotten a thank you for that you ungrateful mutt!”
“I’ll show you a mutt, you deer bunny devil spawn!”
“What are you going to do? Hit me with your weak little hands?” He teases.
“Ugh! You’re such a fucking pain!”
“I know,” he smirks throwing some money on the table. “Now let’s go, my little one eyed freak.”
“You asshole!” She shouts while constantly hitting him all the way out the door.
He stops on the sidewalk and glances at her as she continues focusing what little energy she has on hitting his arm over and over. Why is this endearing to him? Why does he think she looks so cute when he pushes her buttons to the point of her trying to hurt him? She’s adorable to him. And he hates that. He can’t feel the way he feels about her. It’s only going to continue to make things hard for him.
“I fucking hate you!” Luna shouts still hitting him.
“Good.”
#bts#bts au#bts fanfic#bts fic#jeon jungkook#bts smut#jungkook au#jungkook fanfic#jungkook smut#jungkook x oc#Jungkook#jungkook fic#jungkook x original character#moons light#angst#vampire bts#vampire au#eventual smut#strangers to lovers#cross posted on wattpad#cross posted on ao3
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When Into the Spider-Verse came out, I made a spider-sona like a lot of people. Except…she wasn’t that good. The outfit was. The story wasn’t. I won’t go into it…but it was just lazy and…yeah. Not great.
I’d been wanting to rewrite and redesign her since Across the Spider-Verse, but I didn’t know what to do or how to make it unique. Or at least something believable.
Until now.
Introducing my redesigned Spider-Sona…who was not bit by a radioactive animal of some kind, genetically altered by science, or anything like that. Actually…she’s the symbiote (usually known as Venom) host of her world, except her actions and his past change things from usual probably.
I wasn’t going to do that at first, because I thought that seemed silly…but then decided why not? I like monsters, I like monstrous-looking heroes, and I like Venom (both together and as just the symbiote) (all versions of him, not just the one from his title movie).
I’m not an expert on Marvel comics or on Venom, though, so don’t expect absolute accuracy and smooth insertion…but I thought it would be fun.
She isn’t recruited by the Spider-Verse HQ either, either because she is also an anomaly, she was mistaken for being the Venom of her world, or they didn’t trust her to be a good hero since a parasitic monster is how she has her powers…and if she can’t control him, they can’t trust her to not cause damage. (Actually though she would say “fuck canon” and try to stop a horrible canon event like Miles did. And the symbiote would make sure she succeeds… So Miguel would probably fire her immediately. lol)
So that’s the idea…I don’t think I’ll do much with this since like I said, I don’t know a lot about the source. But if I come up with any short skits or want to draw this version of my s/i more I will.
Edit: I decided the symbiote with her is actually one I made up. They’re all more or less the same until they develop via bonding to people, so this one is an ‘OC’ in that it isn’t a canon one.
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Bonus details on the design and some sketches under the cut.
Design Features
-The suit is the symbiote. She wears some kind of clothes under it (at least a pair of shorts and a tank top), but when changing to her Spider alter-ego he (the symbiote, or Venom if he goes by that name here) just forms as the suit around her. Settling on a design took a while…and deciding on a name took even longer. (She refused to go by the name ‘Venom’. It felt wrong and gave a bad impression of who she is.)
-When she loses control of her emotions, and later when facing a really tough opponent, the symbiote responds and becomes the more monstrous form we know him for. Meg was scared of this form for a while, since it was so much stronger and more dangerous.
-The belt was added by Meg. She used to keep a phone-holder clip there and have a pouch on the other side for headphones, which she wears to listen to music when fighting the average robber or weaker threat. It keeps her focused and calm, and keeps the symbiote from taking over completely. Later these are replaced by an enchanted pouch by a sorcerer that eventually becomes an ally. This pouch is basically a bag of holding but looks like a simple Velcro-strap pouch.
-She fought for the hood and eight-eyes look the mask has. The hood because it makes her feel less exposed and it looks cool, the eyes because spiders usually have 8 eyes. This is the only accurate thing to spiders on the design aside from the chest emblem in her usual hero form…the symbol being a tarantula. Her favorite type of spider.
The design of the mask helps to throw off her enemies. Especially when the symbiote makes the ‘eyes’ all narrow with her real eyes for effect. This has led fans and foes alike to come up with wild theories about her being a spider-human mutant thing with increasingly disturbing features under the mask. (A cryptid if you will)
-She also came up with the flying squirrel-like design element they use later. The symbiote changing the suit design to have wing arms like a flying squirrel for gliding if she can’t use webs.
-Her feet look like she has shoes on, because under the suit she does. If she is ever not wearing shoes when ‘suiting up’ her feet look more like most spider-peoples’, which is to say like slippers or barefoot under the fabric. This makes people even more confused on what the heck she even is…and there are entire blogs and magazine columns theorizing about it.
Bonus sketches
The redesign traced from the old ones I did. I drew all of these when I made the first, but I got lazy so just traced my own work here.
The more powerful and monstrous form they take when facing a much tougher opponent or when emotions run high. Meg used to hate this form…but as trust with the symbiote grew and she saw that when working together they could control the strength of it, she became more accepting.
She still does not want to run around like this, though. She wants to keep up that motto of “friendly neighborhood spider-hero” everyone else (except Miguel I’d guess) has. Only the bad guys need to see the monster.
Whether this view changes or not…who knows. But when this form was revealed people were more confused than ever on WHAT. THE. HELL. SHE. EVEN. IS???
She comes to really enjoy all the crazy cryptid theories they come up with. X’D
#marvel#spider man#Spider-Man#spiderman#spider man across the spider verse#spider sona#symbiote#venom#(I guess?)#super hero#blackdragon art#persona#oc#spider man persona
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Arachas Queen
Chest 1: Once native to the far south, this invasive species migrated north over the course of decades, adjusting as it went to new climates and temperatures. It finds damp woodlands and swamps most hospitable and made them its home, making use of the mulch and moss found there as cover during its winter hibernation. Arachasae often hide their unprotected, sac-like abdomens under a hollow tree-trunk shell worn on their back... Unfortunately, as a result, overlooking them is a far too common – and lethal –mistake.
Chest 2: At first glance, a stationary arachas often looks like a part of the forest undergrowth, a fact it uses to deadly advantage when hunting. It usually begins a battle by spitting venom, then tries to grab its prey with prehensile feelers in order to drag it within reach of its crushing pincers. The best defense against its tactics, you ask? There isn't one.
Chest 3: According to scholars at Oxenfurt, the hive queens of most insect and insectoid species are almost completely defenseless. Arachasae, however, are a notable exception. An arachas queen is the largest and strongest in her swarm. A single drop of her venom is enough to bring down an adult man, a swipe of their claws can cleave through a Nilfgaardian pavise as if through butter. When two arachasae swarms vie for territory and the queens battle for supremacy, all other woodland creatures flee the forest with haste, as if escaping a raging wildfire...
Scroll 1: “N’aracche aen woed endicen."\n– Elven proverb\n"Let sleeping arachasae lie." Sage advice... For where there's one, the queen is likely not far off.
Scroll 2: And woe shall befall any who strays across her path. Many monsters can be deceived, enticed, or by fire and silver scared off... Yet, an arachas queen is no ordinary monster.
Scroll 3: She is driven by raw, primal instinct. Kill, eat, breed, kill, eat, breed... In a single week, a queen can lay over one thousand eggs. If not destroyed in time, you'd be advised to find a new home. And quickly.
Scroll 4: The swarm's allegiance to its queen is absolute. Bewitched by her pheromones, the drones will do anything to serve their matriarch – rush into a blaze, dive into a chasm, sacrifice their bodies in her defense. Human commanders can only dream of such unconditional loyalty.
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Falling in love with a revolutionist was terrifying. And utterly thrilling. Every time he spoke, he inspired masses, and you had the chance to observe— always close enough to appreciate, close enough that you were in real danger of getting burnt by the bright flame that shone from behind his eyes.
He had a real gift for speeches, and he always knew exactly when to use them to evoke whatever emotion he had to draw from those around him. It reminded you of a puppet master, pulling the strings to make the marionettes dance. You blink, and you almost catch a glimpse of each silvery thread as he marches his way to the front of the gathering. You worry his charisma and draw will be the death of him. He never knows when to stop.
Words dripped from his lips like honey and everyone reached out for a taste of the liquid sugar. You find it enticing, but you know behind the honey is venom. He saves the real sweetness for when you’re alone— tells you about how he made these plans for you both. He whispers about going off the grid and nurturing the revolution, and it lulls you into a sense of fuzziness where you aren’t quite asleep, but not in control.
He shows you glimpses of what he calls your child— the proof of your love and devotion, the masses that buy into the shit that he’s selling— and you watch as they parrot his hollow words back to him. They go out and cause problems. They go out and draw attention. They go out and get shot.
You come back to yourself for a bit, distraught that your child has begun imploding. That these impressionable minds that you have been shaping have forgotten what it means to be human. They don’t get it and you finally realize that you have lost control.
“But we’ve been following our heart— our primal instincts. They’re the predators. They are the ones swallowing us whole. We need to protect ourselves by any means. Only the best of us can survive their attack. That’s you. And that’s me. We don’t need no one else.”
He’s whispering, but you don’t remember him coming into the room. That’s been happening more often lately, and you haven’t seen your third for lack of a better word in a couple days. You already know he’s found a way to silence her.
“She was trying to get between us.” He spits the words at you, and you vaguely register that you are no longer in the kitchen surrounded by the others. You aren’t really sure where you are. You start sleeping more.
“It’s survival of the fittest baby.” He whispered softly. “Don’t we love our boys? What happened to taking care of them?”
“You’ve revolutionized them. Hell, they don’t even know their own names anymore.” You can’t cry. You’ve been feeling numb lately.
“I’m just trying to keep us safe.”
It echoes around you.
Safe. You start to run.
Safe. He doesn’t chase. Just laughs. It follows you as you jump over the porch steps and run through the streets. It takes a couple minutes, but you register the screams first. They’re primal and ugly— like an animal struggling to take each breath. You register the tears next, as your cheeks grow cold.
Finally, you collapse in the middle of the street. He’s there not too long after.
“Come on. Let’s get you home.” He wraps his warm arm around your neck, and you don’t fight as he drags you up and towards the house. “I’m sure that felt great.”
It feels like you should scream for help, but you’ve been out of air for so long that you are scared you are going to lose it all again if you let go. Besides, he would never hurt you.
You wake up a few hours or maybe a few days or it could even have been a month later. You’ve been lying in the plaid sheets for a while, wrapped in a fluffy blanket of ignorance. He’s gone— inspiring and spreading his message. You aren’t even really sure who’s in on it and who isn’t at this point. Everywhere you turn is another knowing smirk, another threat, another lost cause.
You feel empty noticing them.
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Damn you know what would have been cool to include in LTBC? Venom and Anne discussing Eddie’s shortcomings as a romantic partner. Bonding over their all too similar experiences of getting screwed over by Eddie when he’s too focused on himself and his own projects to remember he needs to be considerate of his partner. Anne validating Venom’s feelings. Venom understanding why Anne chose to walk away, but also understanding why they can’t make that same choice.
#Anne was the mvp in LTBC ok#gimme the Anne and V friendship#she’s the only other human who isn’t scared of venom at all#they bond over talking shit about Eddie#she’s the one who talked venom into giving Eddie another chance but making him sweat about it first#i want to hear what they talked about between venom hopping on the Anne train from Mrs Chen to breaking Eddie out of the police station#venom#venom let there be carnage#mine
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The Bond of Three; Makkari x Druig x Male! Reader
Some angst, mostly fluff, spoilers for Eternals, HE/HIM used for the reader
WC:2195
CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!
It had been a good couple centuries since Tenochtitlán, no one had seen or even heard from Druig after he led the people out of the city. It hurt the most for his partners, (y/n) and Makkari, who had an emotional bond with the mind reader. It was established very early on when they were in Mesopotamia. The three were already close but once they formed the emotional connection and established their relationship as partners and lovers, it was like they became one in most aspects of their lives. For the centuries between the bond and Druig leaving, they were all happy with each other. Pleasantly going about their days helping the humans advance and killing the deviants. When the time came that they had found and killed all of them, it was a momentous occasion for the Eternals, but the calm didn’t last long. Thena soon became a victim of Mahd Wy’ry and started attacking everyone in the group. Once she had injured Makkari, (y/n) saw a blind rage, no one was allowed to hurt his lover and get to live without consequences. He nearly killed Thena, fighting her until Druig pulled him away from the Grecian Eternal in a hope to not let either die. Gilgamesh came in after (y/n) and helped knock Thena out so she wouldn’t harm anyone else. While she was unconscious, everyone discussed what they should do now that the deviants were killed. No message from Arisham, no call home to Olympia, no plans for the future.
“Ajak, are you sure Arisham hasn’t told you anything on what we should do now that our purpose is fulfilled?” Sersi asked, not understanding what was stopping them from going home.
“Yes, he hasn’t told me anything.” Ajak was trying her best to make a plan on the spot. Thena began to wake and most of the Eternals moved slightly closer to check on her. All but three; (y/n), Druig, and Makkari.
“How are you feeling Thena?” Gilgamesh placed a delicate hand on her shoulder, helping her sit up. Only a nod was given in response, still processing what happened without any memory of the incident.
“At least she isn’t trying to kill us this time.” (y/n) said, rather upset at Thena for attacking Makkari who was stood next to the taller male, hugging him from the side. Thena looked up at him, shocked at what he said.
“What?” Thena’s voice was soft, scared even. She had no idea what had happened after the short meeting after killing the deviants.
“You attacked us, all of us.You injured Makkari, Phastos, and Sersi.” Venom dripped off his words, trying not to lash out at Thena for what happened. The blonde was shocked, she had tears forming in her eyes at the news of unknowingly harming her fellow Eternals.
“I- I don’t remember doing that. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, I’m sorry.” Thena was on the verge of tears at the realization of what happened.
“Now let’s not accuse her of all the blame, I believe she is suffering from Mahd Wy’ry. Her mind is cracking under the weight of her memories.” She stepped closer to Thena, placing her hands on the blonde’s shoulders. “We can remove your memories and you will no longer have episodes like that. I need to talk to Arisham and take you back to the ship where we have the equipment to do such a procedure.” Ajak tried to break the news softly to Thena, it was a difficult moment for everyone.
“But if you clear her memories, Thena won’t be Thena anymore.” Sprite chimed in, not thrilled about potentially losing Thena.
“I want to remember, please.” The blonde cried slightly, she didn’t want to be a blank slate in a new world. Gilgamesh stepped closer to the table she sat on, placing a hand on her upper back.
“I will watch over her, help her.” He smiled gently at Thena, her returning a small one as well. Ajak accepted that he was the most capable to help her in this state.
“Well that’s one issue out of the way, but it seems the people want to start another.” Druig said quietly breaking the silence while staring down at the humans from the entrance of the pyramid. He began his process of taking control of their minds to keep them from killing each other, before Ajak placed a hand on his shoulder silently telling him to stop.
“We do not interfere in human matters.” A stern reminder to the male, even if it was completely ignored by him.
“I refuse to just stand here and watch them kill each other.” He looked to his lovers still standing against the same wall as before. Reaching a hand out to them, a begging look to have them both come with him only for the two to give a disapproving look. They couldn’t leave the family they had grown with since they landed on this planet with their mission. A more neutral face replaced his previous begging look as Druig retracted his hand and began to walk down the stairs of the Great Pyramid. He took control of all the people before leading them out of the city, leaving only the Eternals to exist within the burning and destroyed village. That leads to how things are today for (y/n) and Makkari, living in the Domo with Makkari’s collection of artifacts and (y/n)’s collection of technology. They stayed away from the people of Earth as much as possible, Makkari’s reason was that most of them didn’t know sign language or how to communicate with someone who’s deaf. (y/n) just didn’t like people, the few exceptions were his “family” of Eternals. But the last time either of them saw any of the others was the 1940’s when Phastos lost his faith in humanity after Hiroshima was destroyed with a nuclear bomb. He took the blame of the deaths onto his conscience and left with as much as he could take with him out of the Domo. Since then, there have been no other Eternals or other living creatures on the ship other than them, it lasted that way for centuries. Then it came time for the emergence, and everything started going wrong for them. After the earthquake, Makkari was confused considering the area the ship was buried was not known for earthquakes, let alone a strong one like she had felt. A few days later, the other Eternals came to them, a reunion that no one expected or knew how to handle. (y/n) was the first to see any of them, he heard the door to the ship open, even with how quiet it was normally he heard it, then too many pairs of footsteps to be Makkari. Turning around in his desk chair, he saw her sat upon a throne reading one of the ancient texts she had recently found on an adventure. He stood from the chair, and started walking down the hallway towards the entrance of the ship. And there they stood, all but Ajak, but the others had finally returned to the ship.
“So you finally came back to visit us, am I gonna get a hug from any of you or am I just gonna stand here by myself.” (y/n) sassed playfully to the group as Sprite ran to him, grabbing around him middle in a tight hug.
“I missed you, we all did.” Sprite’s voice was full of emotion, tears evident in her words.
“And I missed you too, Sprite.” (y/n) calmly said to the smaller Eternal.
Once they separated, he began to walk back to the main room, tapping the walls pretty loud to make sure Makkari could sense that they were all there. Looking up from her book, she perked up at the sight of her family finally back where they were meant to be.
“*ready to go home finally*” Makkari signed out to the group, a smile upon her face as she stood. Moving towards everyone, she greeted everyone with a hug, and then he finally showed his face. Druig was behind everyone in the group, almost hiding when he realized that his partners were the last ones they needed to find and that they were on the Domo. Makkari saw him before (y/n), taking a slight step back out of shock. She hadn’t seen him since he disappeared into the forests surrounding Tenochtitlan all those centuries ago.
“*Hello beautiful*” Druig signed out to her, hoping she wasn’t angry at him after the centuries without seeing each other. It took her a minute before she ran up to him and hugged him, tears bubbling in her eyes. (y/n) saw him next, looking for Makkari after hugging everyone else, he made eye contact with Druig while Makkari clung to him. There was a moment of staring before (y/n) just ran and hugged them both, they all had missed each other and with this sudden meeting all the kept up emotions found their ways to the surface. Once they all let go, all three took a small step back before turning to the group as everyone else stared at them in confusion.
“So uh, how long has this been a thing?” Kingo was the first to say something, asking about why their hug was so much more emotional than the rest of the groups. Druig and (y/n) gave him a glare that made him regret asking.
“That doesn’t matter to you, Mr. Bollywood.” (y/n) replied, not really wanting to deal with explaining their whole history to everyone…wait- “Where’s Ajak and Gilgamesh, if you’re all here where are they?” Everyone gave a sad look to the male, not wanting to quite face the reality that she was gone.
“They’re…..they’re dead, a deviant killed them.” Sersi said after a couple moments of silence. Everyone was still, not sure how to respond or even go about without their former leader there to guide them. After the moment of silence for their fallen Eternals, they began to form a way to put the Celestial Tiamut to sleep instead of bringing forth the emergence and destroying Earth. As Phastos was forming the Unimind and the bracelets to connect them all, Ikaris destroyed all of the progress he had made and took Sprite to find a way to stop the others from letting Tiamut emerge. Once the Unimind was formed, they attempted to put him to sleep, failing after Ikaris used his abilities to stop Druig’s control, and then forced him into the ground, nearly killing him. (y/n) and Makkari stood in shock and anger, both screaming in their own ways as Makkari couldn’t produce sound. (y/n) was the first to react, using his own powers to force Ikaris to the ground and make him incapable of movement, being held against the igneous rock of the ground. His veins felt as if they were on fire as (y/n) used his control of blood to keep him on the ground and in pain. Makkari took her turn next, running him through every boulder on the island before Phastos managed to make it over to them with his newest toy. Golden rings attached by strings of amber light latched onto Ikaris, forcing him into the ground once more and stopping him being able to use his abilities of either flight or the lasers.
“I’ve wanted to clip your wings for a long time, Ikaris.” Phastos was done with everything he had put up with from Ikaris for the last 7000 years they had existed on Earth. Unfortunately, without Druig there to put Tiamut to sleep, he would rise and destroy the planet and everyone on it, unless there was a backup plan. Sersi had never been able to transform sentient creatures into other materials, until she turned a deviant into a tree at Druig’s compound. The thought that she was able to do that with her normal strength gave her the idea that with the Unimind, she might be able to turn the rising celestial into something not so alive. Once again forming the bond to share power, Sersi touches Tiamut and begins to transform the celestial into ice, using every bit of power she can from the Unimind, from every Eternal around her. Finally, she managed to complete the mission, they never wanted to kill him, just put him to sleep, but nonetheless Earth had been saved. Searching for everyone after the event, Druig came out of a hole carved in the rock of the island, not able to quite see where his lovers were at. He moved towards the broken ship, hoping to spot either of them, Makkari saw him from where she stood and ran over to fetch him. Bringing him back to where (y/n) was, they all hugged once more. Falling to the ground in an emotional hug, they cried happily with each other, finally with each other once more after all this time. They were finally at peace with each other, with the world, and with themselves.
#eternals#makkari x reader#druig x reader#makkari x male reader#druig x male reader#druig x makkari#marvel fanfic
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Lee Jeno , Na Jaemin
Teaser
There would be a preview of what would happen in the later chapters of Venom here. Enjoy!
Anti Venom! Jaemin x human! reader x human! Jeno
Jaemin staggers to the nearest hospital he sees, even in his alien form, he isn’t as stealthy as his new arch nemesis, the one who swears by to destroy, Venom, who has a deep sheen of royal blue skin that can easily blend into the night sky, why the hell is he born with white skin? The inky black stripes that adorn his form does nothing against the cement white.
Venom. That bastard, how could he betray his own kind like this? Risking his life to save these puny undeserving humans, and speaking of which, one of them is the reason of his god awful migraine.
Jeno, his host, is fighting him back, hoping to regain the control over his body from this parasite. Jeno doesn’t know what to do, being in a foreign country that he only knows the language of, he didn't think Jaemin would take it this far and screw up their only hope of help, but what was he thinking? Jaemin is a psychopath after all.
It was Jeno’s idea, boarding that plane onto Korea, thinking Venom would help them, now they’re Seoul’s latest villain, as proclaimed by the media he had heard over a news, Anti Venom. Imagine being called the anti of your arch nemesis, couldn't Koreans be a little bit more creative with these monikers?
It didn't matter, he's going to straighten up, get adjusted into this excuse of a body and kill that son of a bitch, but now, the wound Venom left behind desperately needs to be tended, the wound searing, the fire having burnt up some of his skin, when he transforms into his mortal form, a bloody gnash on his leg, he needs to heal in mortal form, and where else to seek help other than those human hospitals?
‘You can't go in, they would know who you are,' Jeno said in his mind, ever the annoying mosquito by his ear, but he was right in this case, it might be an everyday case in the emergency room to see someone this beaten up and bloodied.
Jaemin scans the area, locating a nurse who had left the premises, walking to the direction of the empty bus stop, just a few feet where Jaemin was hiding.
Jaemin transforms back into his alien form, a large hand snatching her up like she was a doll before moving as quick as he could to a more secluded area.
“Tell me, where’s your home?!” Jaemin demands, fingers closing around your waist in a tight grip, his other hand morphed into a sharp knife, almost grazing your neck.
‘Don't hurt her!’ Jeno pleads, he's seen enough bloodshed to last him a lifetime’s trauma, they weren't by any means good people, but they didn't deserve to die, right? He just doesn’t want an innocent girl killed on his behalf. Jeno should’ve fought along with Jaemin instead of trying to run away, risking their lives, he didn't think Venom would be this powerful.
“Please don't hurt me! I'll tell you! I'll tell you!” you said, giving him the address, or whatever alien gender this scary looking thing is.
“Give me the directions, you better not try to trick your way out of this!” Jaemin warns.
You tell him which route to take at every intersection, that is, when you're not scared to death by the way he’s swinging from building to building, what does he want with you? Looking around, you see a patch of skin that looks oddly damaged.
You saw the news of him and Venom’s fight on the television and knew that he got away, but you just didn't know he would capture a random nurse, doesn’t he know nurses only have a certain extent of medical knowledge?
Before you know it, you are hanging outside your home’s balcony, after he had spent a few minutes counting which one is the 12th floor that is.
Jaemin lets you go momentarily to push open the door, fortunately you had forgotten to lock the balcony doors when you were rushing out this morning.
Inside, you quickly switched on the nearby lamp before you hear the alien follow you in, in front of your eyes, he transforms into a humanoid shape before his features are slowly being revealed by the alien skin melting away, to show a boy around your age, early twenties, but unlike your every other normal twenty year old, he has a crazed expression on his face, his eyes a blazing madness and anger.
You look down to see a gnash on his leg, dripping red blood onto your cream tiles.
“Fix me,” he demanded, his human voice is softer, but very similar to his alien form.
You nodded, quickly dashing to the kitchen to retrieve the first aid kit, a more complete one compared to the usual household, being a nurse and all.
Carefully, you approached his figure, setting out whatever medicine you needed to tend to him, he had ripped away part of his trousers for you.
He winced at the first contact of burning feeling of the medicine, leaning back onto the glass doors to stabilise himself, he watches you intently as you wrap him in bandages, adding one more layer when you see blood seeping out, he's going to die from loss of blood if this continues, you deduced that he's only alive because he isn't human.
“Good, now I can kill you and live in this pretty house you have here,” Jaemin says with a crazed laugh before extending his hand out, the alien one, wrapping his long fingers around your neck, if he wanted to, be could detach your body from your head right then and there, but he sees the beauty on your scared face, he's seen plenty of female humans during his imprisonment, but none of them look as beautiful as you do.
“Please, please don’t, you... You still need me, you're not completely healed, I can help you, I won't call the cops,” you begged, tears streaming down your face, scared, you're scared you’ll die, you're scared of what your patients would think of your death, the kids in the ward that look forward to your visits.
‘Jaemin, you still need her, if your wound doesn’t heal naturally in time, you’ll need stitches, or else we’ll both die,” Jeno reminds him.
“Fine, only because I need to live,” Jaemin says before dropping you onto the ground.
You quickly crawled away from him, checking that he really makes no sudden moves of planning on killing you before you run into your room, hoping that all of this is just a bad nightmare.
#nct smut#nct fluff#jaemin#jaemin smut#jeno smut#jeno#nct dream#nct dream smut#nct imagines#nct#00 line smut#nct dream 00 line
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fratboy!gray having a shy nerdy girlfriend and at a party someone makes fun of her in front of grayson and he goes off on them for hurting his precious girls feelings ://
im a sucker for frat boy gray where he’s such a douche bag to everyone else but has a soft spot his girl 🥺
grayson knew parties weren't your scene, he knew you would much rather be wrapped up in the comfort on your own bed, book in hand and cup of tea steaming away on your bedside table as you escaped reality. quite frankly he would much rather join you than have to suffer another night of drinking, drugs and girls trying it on with him.
he only had eyes for one girl- you, and he made it well known to everyone on campus. you were his girl and you were not to be messed with. however, it seemed some people never understood the message.
after wearing you down and bribing you with kisses and cuddles and wanting to show off his girl to his brothers who had heard so much about you, you reluctantly agreed to attending the party. arriving later than the rest of party goers however, as you needed to finish up an essay that wasn’t due until the following week, but you always needed to be ahead of schedule. it was one of your many traits that made grayson fall even deeper in love with you.
it was your shyness that drew him to you in the first place. a trait you found annoying and often frustrated by, grayson found it endearing and adorable. he loved watching your cheeks flush red with heat whenever he complimented you or told you how much he loved you.
he found your ‘nerdiness’ precious and admirable, encouraging the so called heart throb and popular kid of campus to buckle down and focus more on his studies. he had you to thank, you kept grounded.
you threw on your most comfortable clothes, not one to show off your body or dress to impress anyone, deciding on grayson’s football jersey he had left at your house the night before, black leggings and a pair of vans. you took one last look in the mirror and reminded yourself you were doing this for grayson.
mutpitle texts of ‘im on the way’, ’im here’ and ‘meet me outside?” went unanswered as your boyfriend, who was also the host of the party, was being pulled around the room but fans of him who were desperate for his attention. his eyes constantly flickered over to the door, uninterested in the conversations he was having and waiting for you to arrive and turn his night around for the better.
he was distracted from his conversation with a girl he hadn't even bothered to learn the name off when he spotted a large crowd gather in the hall way. load. his ears were met with unsettling comments being directed towards someone he couldn’t quite see from his spot in the kitchen, making him completely blind to the groups of students surrounded you and making you feel so unwelcome as you anxiously searched the party of the one person who made you feel the safest.
grayson blood boiled as he pushed his way further into the crowd, his shoulders puffed and hands balled to his side when he finally made eye contact with your teary ones. on noticing it was you, being submitted to his own team mates calling you a loser, a nerd, a nobody, something inside grayson switched.
“oh look if it isn't little miss y/n, what's a nobody like you doing here. the library’s across campus, loser,” liam, who you had seen hang around with grayson many times in the school canteen, raised his voice in order to gain the attention of all the students in attendance, wanting to turn as many people against you and make you feel as little as possible. you were an easy target for him to gain popularity.
“you dont belong here.”
“dont you have homework to be doing?”
“what is she even wearing.” you heard some girls dressed in the skimpiest clothes laughing at you.
you stood silent, never one to fight back. you weren't strong enough nor brave enough to defend yourself. a weakness of your was showing emotion and that was always used against you, you let some tears fall, hugging yourself as a sense of protection, which only egged on the bullies to harassing you further.
you might not be brave enough to defend yourself, but your overprotective and extremely pissed boyfriend who was storming his way over, certainly was.
liam backed you into a corner, laughing in your face and watching you cry which only aided to boost his ego. he stunk of alcohol, his breath so close to your eye making you recoil into yourself and whimper out for grayson. liam felt untouchable, until the booming voice of your knight in shining armour stopped in his tracks.
you let out a sigh of relief.
“yo liam!” grayson’s voice overshadowed the music, the herd of students parting like the red sea and watching his every move.
students gasped as grayon aggressively pulled liam’s body away from yours by the collar of his shirt, yanking his boy as far away from you as possible and causing him to stumble back, as grayon quickly stood in front of your and acted like a human shield.
he felt you small, shaky hands grip onto the back of his shirt and hide your face. grayson reached one arm behind and held onto your hip, his fingers soothing over your skin to silently remind you he was there and he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.
you were always going to safe with him.
his glare remained firm on liam, who looked just as shocked and scared as the crowd that seemed to grow around you and see what all the fuss was about.many people were more interested in the fact grayson dolan had finally settled down, rather than the fight that may occur.
“gray, he-hey bro! great party,” liam stuttered over his words, but straightened up when he noticed students filming the confrontation. he thrived off attention and he knew the easiest way to get it, was to be an arsehole.
if he pushed grayson’s buttons, he would be seen as a hero and he could finally steal grayson’s popularity he was so hungry for. or so he thought it was that easy.
“you got a problem with my girl?” grayson kept his voice low, eyes stern and his hand on you at all times. his muscles were tense but at the feeling of your body press closer to his, he relaxed a little.
“your girl?” liam spat venom. laughing as he tried to catch a glance of you over grayson shoulder, only to prompt grayson to take a step forward.
“bro, you can do so much better. she’s a los-“
grayson didn’t even give liam enough time to finish his sentence before his fist was colliding with his nose. sending liam down to the floor with one hit, blood dropping down his face as grayson stood over his body, tall and angry.
“don’t you ever speak about her like that again. don’t talk about her, to her, don’t even fucking look at her. if i catch you so much as breathe near her, i’ll fucking end you. ya hear me?”
grayson then proceeded to lifted liam off the floor once again by his shirt and dragged his body outside, throwing him onto the lawn of the frat house before slamming the door in his face and immediately running back to your side.
he returned to you with soft gentle eyes, and a smile that didn’t reach his eyes like you were used to. he instantly pulledyou into his arms and repeatedly apologised for not being there sooner. he held you whist you tried to control your unsteady breathing, your fingers reaching down to cup his bruised fists in your own and kiss each individual knuckle to help sooth the pain he must be feeling.
grayson lifted his other unharmed hand to your cheek, his thumb gently swiping away at the smudged mascara of your under eye. you still looked as beautiful as ever in his eyes. an angel sent down from heaven just for him, he wondered what he did in a past life to get so lucky.
“i love you, baby. dont listen to the opinions of people who dont matter, they don’t know about us. they don’t see you the way i see you. you're the most beautiful, person i’v ever met and i dont want no one else, you hear me?”
“yours. im yours, baby.”
grayson leans in to seal his vows with a kiss. pouring every ounce of love he had for you into it and making sure everybody around saw.
reaching for your hand and dragging you out of the party, grayson lead the pair of you back to your dorm room, where you spend the rest of the night tangled up in your sheets, sharing kisses and whispering i love yous till the sun came up.
#bubsdolan#bubbablurb#grayson dolan#grayson#grayson dolan blurb#grayson blurb#grayson dolan imagine#grayson imagine#grayson dolan fluff#grayson fluff#grayson dolan x reader#grayson x reader#grayson dolan fanfic#grayson dolan concept#grayson concept#dolan twins#dolan twins blurb#dolan twins concept#dolan twins imagine#dolan twins fanfic#dolan twins fluff#dolan twins x reader
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irresistible.
pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x reader
genre: fluff, nsfw, fuck or die troupe (i can’t believe i did this)
word count: 5015
remarks: a commission by the lovely @sburbanjumble!! i hope you enjoy sweet and spicy kyoujurou <3 this is a rewrite of desire, but if kyoujurou were the one hit by the demon instead!
This demon is unlike any other you’ve ever faced before.
“Kyoujurou, follow up on my attack!” You shout as you press forward with your blade, putting all your strength in your arms as you aim for the demon’s neck. Eyes widening as your nichirin blade descends in a gleaming arc, the demon barely manages to throw up her arms in time to shield herself, and there’s a couple of wet thumps as her limbs fall to the grass, sliced clean off by your sword. Behind you, Kyoujurou leaps down, his sword held high as he swings.
“Flame Breathing, Third Form, Blazing Universe!”
You have to leap out of the way to dodge the shockwaves from Kyouojurou’s strike, so powerful that you feel the ground under your feet tremble for a second. Unfortunately for the both of you, the demon is just as fast as well - before Kyoujurou’s sword can cut clean through her neck, she vanishes in a cloud of sickly smelling smoke.
Your eyes dart around the darkness of the forest, blade already held up in an offensive stance for the slightest signal to attack, but Kyoujurou lands nimbly in front of you, holding out one hand to pull you back and the other gripping his own sword tight.
“We still don’t know what her abilities are or what her smoke does. Don’t be too hasty,” he warns you, voice low. Adrenaline is still pumping through your veins, but at your partner’s stern words, you force yourself to take a few breaths to calm yourself down. Breathe in, breathe out. Calm down.
“Okay, I got it.” Adjusting the grip on your sword once more, you let out a breath and hold up your blade. “I got caught up in the moment for a bit. Sorry about that.”
The battle hardened expression on Kyoujurou’s face breaks for just a second to beam at you warmly, and its familiarity puts you at ease. “It’s no problem,” Kyoujurou smiles. “You know I’ve always got your back no matter what-” his eyes widen for a split second at something behind you. “Watch out!”
Out of nowhere, however, five shining claws erupt out of the shadows straight towards you - only your reflexes, honed from years of training, allow you to dodge by jumping back right in time, the trace of a sickly sweet scent tickling your nose. Its regeneration speed is fast. Behind you, Kyoujurou slashes at the demon once more, but it vanishes into the darkness of the forest before the blade can connect. Disoriented and senses thrown into disarray by the sudden attack, you almost don’t notice fangs bared at you until it’s too late.
“[name]!” There’s a forceful tug on your arm and you’re sent stumbling forward a few steps, clouds of fuschia pink smoke erupting into the air right where you’d been standing less than a second ago. You’re left coughing and hacking as a sickly fragrance, but through the murky haze clouding your mind, you remember Kyoujurou, who was left standing in the spot that you’d been in prior.
“Kyoujurou!” Gripping your sword tightly with one hand and waving the residue smoke away from your face with the other, your eyes dart about the clearing, searching for Kyoujurou. “Are you alright?”
You find Kyoujurou surrounded by thick clouds of smoke and his hands clasped over his mouth, the demon responsible for it all cackling madly as she raises her claws, pointed tips glinting in the dim light of the moon. Before she can bring them down, however, you lunge forward with your blade with a forward strike, the tip of your blade piercing clean through her shoulder and pinning her against a tree. The pained scream that she lets out must have been heard for miles around.
You take this brief moment to glance back at Kyoujurou, heart hammering wildly in your chest with concern. “Kyoujurou, are you alright?” You call, voice urgent. Kyoujurou does not reply, instead shaking his head firmly as he hunches over, clearly in discomfort. Poison, perhaps? Anxiety floods through you, but you steel yourself and turn back to the demon.
“What did your smoke do to him?”
The demon only laughs at your demand, even as blood trickles down the wound on her shoulder. “Did you really think I would tell you? Think again! As if I would ever tell an accursed demon slayer like you-”
Gripping your sword by the handle, you wrench it with all your might and the demon lets out another shriek of agony, so shrill you can feel your ears ringing. “Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time,” you say icily, teeth gritted. While you take no pleasure in causing another creature’s pain, even demons, there’s only so much dallying you can take when Kyoujurou is suffering behind you. “Tell me, and I will speed your passing. If not...” You raise your sword in a wordless warning.
It is brief, but you catch the faintest flicker of fear in the demon’s eyes as she stares up at you. For good measure, you tighten your grip on your sword once more, ready to drive it into her flesh a second time, but she speaks.
“Fine,” she spits, her glare so venomous you can almost feel it eating away at your skin. “My smoke causes an... arousal of the human senses, sending them into overdrive and consuming the mind. If that man doesn’t lie with someone...” her smile is fanged with wicked amusement, “his mind will go insane with lust and he’ll suffer in agonizing pain!”
At her words, your breath is caught in your throat. As much as you want to say that all demons do is lie, from the look in her eyes to the triumphant grin on her blood stained lips, all the signs say that she is telling the truth. Unfortunately, you don’t have the time nor luxury to ponder over this too much, not when every second counts now.
“Then, just as I promised.” Yanking your sword from her flesh, you decapitate her with one swift strike - too fast for her to even let out another scream. Even before her severed head has hit the ground, you’re already running to Kyoujurou’s side, the man having sagged to his knees and only kept upright by the sword he’s driven into the ground to use as a crutch. Crouching next to him, you support his weight as gently as you can, but the heat radiating off his skin takes you by surprise. “Kyoujurou, you’re burning up!”
“I… I’m sorry,” Kyoujurou barely manages to make out between laboured breaths, his face twisted from the discomfort. Quickly, you raise a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, but his hand latches onto your wrist before you can so much as touch his bare skin. He’s trembling faintly, as hard as he tries to conceal it from you, and it almost scares you to see him like this. “Don’t… Not when I’m like this. You should probably leave.”
“What?” You hiss at him, equal parts angry and baffled. “This isn’t a matter of pride, Kyoujurou! I know that you’re a Pillar, but you’ll most definitely not be fine like this. We need to get you to the nearest village, then we can think about what we can do from there. Maybe they’ll have strong enough painkillers that will be able to knock you out for a while, or something to help alleviate the pain-”
“The nearest village is at least a day’s travel from here,” Kyoujurou cuts you off, shaking his head urgently. “And besides, it’s not safe for you to be here with me right now.” You catch him glancing at you for a second before his gaze leaves you, but is that a hint of… desire you see flickering in his eyes? “The state the demon has put my body in is an unprecedented one… I don’t know what I’ll do to you like this. It would be safer if you put some distance between the two of us… I can already feel it growing worse.”
At his words, you frown in confusion for a moment before realisation descends upon you. So that’s what the demon had meant by arousal of the senses…
“But I can’t just leave you like this,” you begin to protest, anxious, but Kyoujurou waves you off.
“I’ll be fine.” Even though he’s the one in this state, he’s still trying to reassure you. “The blood demon art should wear off when dawn comes, so I need only endure this,” he shudders, body tensing up for a second, “until morning. There’s no need for you to worry.”
Even as Kyoujurou says these words, you can see his body starting to shake almost violently, his jaw clenched so hard that you can see the veins protruding along the side of his neck. It just makes you feel even worse when you remember that he had only gotten into this situation trying to save you, or else your roles would be reversed right now. Sunrise is still hours away. Chewing on your bottom lip, you force yourself to concentrate. Think, think, think! What did the demon say about his condition earlier?
If that man doesn’t lie with someone…
You falter for a moment. By lie, she can’t possibly have meant…
There’s no other meaning for the word lie that can be applied in this context, is there?
You glance worriedly at Kyoujurou, but the man only shakes his head. He must have heard the demon’s words from earlier and already made up his mind, without so much as consulting you, no less. Stupid, selfless, self sacrificing Kyoujurou. When will he learn to put himself before others for a change? Does he have any idea how you’ll feel leaving him to suffer like this until sunrise comes, all while knowing that you could have done something to fix this?
For some reason, that thought only frustrates you to no end, and making up your mind with that, you reach for the top button of your uniform.
Before you can begin undoing your shirt, however, Kyoujurou’s hand grips latches around your wrist, so hard you can almost feel the beginning of bruises forming on your skin. Kyoujurou is always careful whenever it comes to you, so it’s a testament to the extent that the blood demon art has affected him, his self control slipping away with each passing second. When you look up at him questioningly, his brow is furrowed with confusion, lips parted.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” You hiss back, but you can feel your own fingers trembling slightly from the nerves. “If you… lie with me, it should relieve the pain brought about by the demon’s blood art. Friends would do this for each other, wouldn’t they?”
Would they, though? The thought just makes you uncomfortable, so you simply shrug it aside. You can think about that after you’ve solved Kyoujurou’s problem. However, Kyoujurou’s answer takes you by surprise.
“I cannot,” Kyoujurou says immediately, voice so firm you’re taken by surprise for a second. Is he perhaps worried about your discomfort? In comparison to the pain he seems to be in now, body wracked with shivers and teeth gritted so hard you can almost hear his jaw creak, it will be nothing.
“I really don’t mind,” you begin to say, but Kyoujurou cuts you off once more.
“No.”
“Kyoujurou, this is not the time to be stubborn,” you try to shrug him off, but the grip he has on your wrist is too tight. Frustrated, you glare up at Kyoujurou. You want to help him, but you can’t do anything if he insists on being like this. “Why do you reject me? Is it because I’m not good enough for you? To the point that you’d prefer to suffer like this?”
The more you shout, the more frustrated you feel, tears starting to escape the corners of your eyes. His rejection does sting, yes, but more than that is the helplessness you feel when you see him in pain, yet are unable to do anything to alleviate it.
“So you’re telling me to just walk away?” You continue to shout, voice breaking. Your throat feels thick. “Well, curse it, Kyoujurou, I can’t just do something like that. I-”
A gentle pressure on your lips cuts your words off, and you look up in surprise through wet lashes to see Kyoujurou’s finger pressed against your mouth to silence you. There’s a conflicted expression on his face, caught between a pained frown and a tender smile.
“Don’t say that,” he rasps quietly, managing a smile to comfort you even through his own pain. “You shouldn’t give your body so easily to me... it should be saved for the person that you want to give your heart to. Didn’t you tell me before that… there’s someone who you hold feelings for?”
You stare at him in shock. Why is he still thinking about something like this even now? And besides…
“I cannot possibly let you do that knowing that you have feelings for someone else,” Kyoujurou continues. He’s struggling to get the words out now, his breaths shallow. “So, there is no need to worry about me, I assure you that I will be fine-”
“What if,” your words come out a whisper, “I told you that someone is you?”
For a moment, nothing but those words hang in the silence between the two of you. Kyoujurou’s eyes are wide with shock, but you force yourself to hold his gaze, unwilling to back down. You’re determined to convey every bit of genuinity in your heart and make it known - perhaps the demon was in fact a blessing in disguise that created the circumstance to put aside your cowardice and reveal your true feelings to him now.
“I understand if you don’t return my feelings,” you say firmly, before Kyoujurou can say a word. “However, I too, assure you… that doing this with you…” it feels strange, saying it out loud like this, “it wouldn’t be a bad thing… to me at least. So please, let me help you.”
Kyoujurou is still staring at you, but then he lets out a pained groan and crumples over, unable to keep himself upright any longer. Frantic, you race over to help him up, but the second you touch him, you feel a pair of hands grip your waist before the entire night sky above seems to flip over your head. The next thing you know, you’re on your back in the grass, Kyoujurou straddling your hips. You can’t see the expression on his face, his breath ghosting the side of your neck.
You swallow, but raise a hand to rest it on the top of his head comfortingly. “You okay, Kyoujurou?”
“Ahh… this wasn’t how I wanted to do this,” Kyoujurou murmurs against the shell of your ear, and you almost yelp when you feel teeth roughly scrape the delicate skin.
“W-what, what do you mean?”
“It should have started with my confession,” your momentary shock is cast aside when you feel a large hand sliding up your side, up your ribs to the collar of your uniform shirt, playing at the top button as if to distract himself. “I would have brought you out to dinner, perhaps some flowers… and yet here we are, doing everything backwards. On the forest floor, no less. It is not the place I would have chosen for our first time together.”
All you can manage is a laugh, something akin to warmth burning in your chest as quiet joy overflows. “As long as it’s with you, I don’t mind,” you whisper. Taking his hand, you place it firmly against the top of your collar, the brass of your button cool against your joined hands. “So please, Kyoujurou.”
You can feel it, the deep breath he takes before he descends, mouth kissing along the bare skin of your neck while his hand deftly undoes the buttons of your uniform. Before you have time to be nervous, Kyoujurou’s lips are already on the slope of your collarbones, nipping and sucking lightly as you gasp. “Beautiful,” he whispers against your skin, and you have to fight back your blush.
As your top slips off your shoulders, leaving you exposed to his gaze, you shiver slightly as the cold of the night air leaves goosebumps on your skin. Kyoujurou, ever attentive, notices right away. “Don’t worry,” his fingers trail down your side, before they’re replaced by his lips, hot against your bare skin. The sensation is foreign, a little ticklish even, but strangely welcome, and you have to try not to squirm. “I’ll warm you up in a moment.”
His hands tug at the buckle of your belt even as he continues to map out your body with his mouth, leaving little bruises and marks on you. They sting pleasantly, and with each new one Kyoujurou adds to your skin, you fight back a little moan at the feeling, pressing your legs together to alleviate the strange ache there. Although the night is cool, you feel hot, burning up together with Kyoujurou as he makes good on his promise to warm you up. Perhaps the demon’s blood art is contagious? You wouldn’t mind...
There’s a metallic clink, and the belt around your waist loosens before it slides off you, falling to the ground with a soft thump. Your uniform pants follow soon after, slipped down your legs together with your undergarments, and it’s then you feel cool air brushing against you right there.
Suddenly shy, you press your thighs together, unable to bear the way Kyoujurou’s eyes rake over your body almost hungrily. Still, for all his desire, he remains patient with you, coaxing your legs open carefully with a gentle touch that you can’t help but obey. Fingers skimming up your legs, first from your ankles up to the crook of your knee and finally to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, you bite back a whimper the closer his touch comes to where you need it most.
Slowly, almost carefully, Kyoujurou runs the tip of his fingers along your damp folds and you shudder, the seemingly light touch intensifying ten fold and sending little shockwaves of pleasure down your body. It feels strange, but your body chases it of its own accord, pressing against his hand in a silent plea for more.
“Does it feel good?” Kyoujurou whispers, and you nod urgently. Anything to get rid of that aching, sudden emptiness in you.
“Please,” your voice comes out as a whine, and if you weren’t so aroused you would be mortified by how needy you sound. Isn’t it supposed to be Kyoujurou who is affected by the demon’s spell? “Touch me, Kyoujurou.”
“Mmm, don’t be impatient,” his thumb rubs circles over you, its glide made effortless by the slick now coating his fingers. The pressure relieves you for a second before an even more intense need crashes hot on its heels, unrelenting. When you whine again, all composure now thrown to the wind, Kyoujurou bites his lip and probes, his finger parting your folds to sink into you slowly. Your gasp catches in your throat, and all you can do is let your head fall back as your walls tighten around him, as if trying to keep him inside you.
“More,” you plead, nearly begging him now. One finger isn’t nearly enough, and Kyoujurou proceeds to press another into you even as you squirm on his fingers. A short, bitten off moan escapes you when he starts to move his fingers at a leisurely pace, pumping them in and out of you with an obscene squelching sound. “Kyoujurou, don’t tease.”
“I need to make sure I don’t hurt you,” you tremble under him when he begins to scissor you carefully, making sure to stretch you out so that you’ll be able to take him more easily later. Eager for more but unable to complain, you move your hips towards his hands so that his fingers can press deeper into you, shuddering when his fingers crook against a certain spot. Reaching up, you curl your hands at the nape of his neck and tugging him down towards you so that you can kiss him.
His tongue licks into your mouth, hot and wet, as his fingers still continue to move in you. Arching your back in an attempt to draw closer to him, you suck on his tongue lightly and Kyoujurou lets out a groan, a rumble from deep within his chest.
“Ready, ready,” you break the kiss to tell him, helplessly fucking yourself on his fingers. Pleasure sets every nerve ending alight, from the tips of your fingers to your toes. “Please, Kyoujurou.”
Kyoujurou’s eyes gleam, but you too, can see how badly he needs it. He’s trembling, almost feverishly now, but still he manages a smile as he looks down at you. “Always so impatient with me,” he dips down to plunder your mouth once more, rough and forceful this time, curling his fingers in you and causing you to pant into his mouth. This draws a slight laugh out of him. His fingers slip out of you, and you let out a long, keening whine in complaint.
“Don’t worry,” he squeezes your thigh and you shiver at the look in his eyes. “I promise I won’t leave you wanting.”
Even through the feeling of Kyoujurou’s body on yours and his lips of your skin, you faintly hear the clink of a belt being undone. A moan of anticipation leaves you, and you can’t help but part your legs in response. You need more, more to alleviate the burning ache in you that just doesn’t seem to abate.
Something presses against your entrance, hard and heavy, and your hips press against it involuntarily, demanding more. To your confusion, Kyoujurou doesn’t enter you immediately, instead taking a moment to run his length up and down your folds, and you let out a pathetic little moan when he denies you. Kyoujurou laughs, but it’s rougher, lower this time.
“Impatient,” he repeats, leaning over you. You look up at him pleadingly, sure that tears are gathering in the corner of your eyes from how badly you need it, but Kyoujurou leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Tell me you want it.”
You gape at him, words leaving you for a second at his sudden demand. “Wha-”
“I need to know that you want this as much as I do.” Kyoujurou’s hands trace the spot over your heart, littered with bruises that will probably turn into dark red blooms tomorrow morning. “Tell me with your own words and your mouth that you want this.”
“I-” You flush, biting your bottom lip in embarrassment. The words feel almost shameful on your tongue, but you remind yourself that this is Kyoujurou. “I…” Your voice comes out hushed, barely above a whisper. “I want you, Kyoujurou. I really do.”
Kyoujurou smiles in response, kissing you gently. His hands slide down to your knees, parting your legs and coaxing them to wrap around his waist, which you obey immediately. That’s when you feel him begin to press into you, parting your folds and slowly sinking into you. At first, the stretch is still bearable, but the further he slides into you, you can’t help but let out a little cry as you stretch more to accommodate his length.
“Too much?” Kyoujurou presses kisses to your hair, the crown of your head. You shake your head determinedly, tightening the hold your legs have around his waist.
“N-no, keep going,” you say, clinging to his form. Kyoujurou looks over you with concern in his eyes, before he nips comfortingly on your lower lip.
“You can bite down on me if you want,” he whispers, kissing the side of your neck. “I’ll try to be gentle.”
With those words, he begins moving again, and you fight back another sob as he stretches you open further. Unable to stand the pain, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, teeth latching onto his shoulder. True to his word, Kyoujurou doesn’t even flinch when your teeth break his skin. Instead, he only rubs soothing circles into the bare skin of your thigh in a silent bid to comfort.
You’re no stranger to pain, and you’ve trained in many ways to dull it in your years as a demon slayer. Taking a deep breath, you focus your mind and instruct your body to relax, allowing Kyoujurou to slip deeper into you. After a few moments, the pain begins to abate, and you carefully regulate your breathing before you grip his hand tight.
He glances down at you and you nod wordlessly. With a gentle squeeze of your hip, Kyoujurou begins to move once more, and although the ache still lingers, it has already started to dull, replaced by that feeling of fullness that you had experienced earlier with Kyoujurou’s fingers in you, only this time magnified a hundredfold.
When he finally sinks in you all the way to the hilt, you pause for a moment to adjust to the near overwhelming feeling of being filled so completely, busying yourself with sucking marks into Kyoujurou’s neck like he’d done for you earlier. Kyoujurou groans lowly in his throat, murmuring words of encouragement with each mark you leave on his skin - he seems pleased about it. When your teeth latch on to the lobe of his ear, Kyoujurou begins pulling out of you, much to your despair, but before you can whine about it once more, Kyoujurou slams back into you with a smooth, forceful thrust, and your words turn into nothing more than a choked gasp trapped in your throat.
After that, he doesn’t give you a second to breathe, hips pistoning in you with fervour, and all you can do is lie back and take it, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Kyoujurou runs his mouth over your shoulder, your forehead, your collarbone. Faintly, you feel Kyoujurou’s hand work its way between your bodies, coming to a stop at where your bodies are joined. Before you can ask what he’s doing, his fingers slip down to worry your clit roughly and you let out a cry, nails digging into the skin at his back and arms as you cling to him. Kyoujurou hums, a pleased, satisfied sound and only redoubles his efforts, causing your body to tremble with sensation.
The pleasure builds up in you, almost overwhelming, a wave of pleasure surging straight for you. Before you can warn Kyoujurou, it crashes over you and a high pitched sob works its way out of your throat, your body trying to curl up on itself as if that will alleviate the intensity that’s overtaking your body. Above you, you distantly register Kyoujurou’s low groan as his thrusts lose their rhythm before he pulls out of you completely, something warm splattering on your thigh.
Too tired to form words, you simply hold out your arms and Kyoujurou instantly moves into them, tugging you into his hold so that you can rest your head on his shoulder. Already, you can feel the beginnings of an ache in your legs and arms, and from what the older demon slayers have told you before, your… abdomen would probably feel the same way as well tomorrow. Still, you think, looking up at Kyoujurou’s flushed but content face, you think that this was completely worth it.
A gentle kiss to your temple pulls you out of your thoughts, and you look up to see Kyoujurou with a slight smile on his face as he gazes down at you. “Are you feeling alright? I might have been a bit too rough there.” His fingertips trace your bare shoulders, the love bites at your neck, and finally your lips. You shake your head, content to go limp against him as he cradles you carefully.
“No, I’m fine.” Glancing up at him, you wonder if the flush on his cheeks is from the earlier exertion or if he’s still affected by the demon’s spell. You try to raise a hand, but overestimate your strength - your hand falls back to your lap before it can even reach halfway to his forehead. Still, Kyoujurou only picks up your own hand with his and presses it to his forehead for you, and you’re relieved to find out that although his body temperature is running warm, it’s nothing like the unnatural heat that had been burning him up from before. “It’s good that you’re alright now.”
“[name]...” The solemnity of Kyoujurou’s voice takes you by surprise. When you glance at him, you see him looking at you with a slightly furrowed brow, hesitation flickering in his golden eyes. “The words you spoke earlier, about the person that you had feelings for being me… was that the truth?”
You blink at him, slightly confused. Had you not been genuine enough with your feelings earlier? Determined to put this doubt to rest, you grab him by the cheeks with a strength that you certainly didn’t have earlier, pulling him close so that your foreheads are pressed against each other’s and you can feel his breath dancing over your skin.
“You, yes you.” You repeat, punctuating each word with a kiss to his lips, which helplessly turn up in a smile under your affections. You can’t help the smile on your face that mirrors his own, his happiness palpable and all too contagious. “I can’t believe that it took a situation like this for me to confess. You better make it up to me, you hear me?”
Kyoujurou laughs, nuzzling your neck. “Okay, okay. The sequence is out of order now but,” he smiles at you, “how about I bring you out to dinner? My treat, of course.”
You have to press your face against his shoulder to hide your smile.
“That sounds lovely.”
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I’m the Doll!MC Anon and I just wanna say I’m so glad that you enjoy a soft/delicate!MC and I really didn’t expect it to get so much love!
Since I kinda want to be evil and see the boys be overprotective, can I request hc’s of them seeing Doll!MC getting hurt by some lesser demon that bumps her into the ground and she gets a bruise? 🌚
Omg Doll Anon I wasn’t expecting it to get so much love either (here’s the original Doll!MC HCs if anyone wants to read)!! So I actually had your request saved for when I was done with the prompt special bc it’s so good, so I decided to combine them and I have definitely been waiting to write this 😈😈 Reader is gender neutral!
CW: mention of blood (nothing graphic) and spoilers for Lesson 16 (Lucifer, Mammon, Beel, and Belphie’s part)
The Brothers and Diavolo with Doll!MC who Gets Hurt
Lucifer
Okay whoever is dumb enough to hurt you in front of him deserves this 100%
The air around this man is already more than intimidating, so whoever tries this is a poor, stupid soul
When he saw you fall down the stairs, he felt his stomach turn. He already caught you before you could injure yourself further, but after seeing the blood coming down your face, the damage was already done
Now, Lucifer is the brother who always has control over himself and what he does. But, we also know that how his temper can get, especially when it comes to his family
This demon is dumb enough to push you but not dumb enough to crack a smile in front of him, especially with how tense Lucifer is getting right now
He sat you up and tried to remember some first aid techniques to stop the bleeding. You’re on the verge of losing consciousness, but you’re okay right now. He’ll take you home, but first-
His glare is making the demon freeze in place right now, and the anger radiating off of him is petrifying
How dare- how dare this fool harm you, in front of him no less?! Did they think that he wouldn’t do anything? That Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, one of the strongest demons to ever grace the Devildom, would just idly stand by and let this happen?
He’s stalking towards them, and he can feel his fangs showing and his diamond appearing on his forehead, growling out how they will pay for this-
But he’s stopped by Lord Diavolo, who was shocked by the scene. You’re unconscious, and Lucifer has this poor student hanging in the air by their uniform, claws ready to slice through them. Needless to say, he understands why his close friend is upset, but for everyone’s safety he should just take you home like planned
You thought Lucifer was a helicopter parent before? You haven’t seen NOTHING yet
He would start inviting you more to his room to sleep in his bed while he works away, and it started happening so much that he didn’t even ask anymore and started expecting you to always be in there
So instead of him being glued by your side, you’re glued to his. It’s obvious that he can’t let you out of his sight without something happening (again), so hope you’re ready to see experience Lucifer’s daily routine from sunrise to sunset and a whole new set of rules. Basically playing follow the leader, but with a lot more handholding and kisses
You had to practically beg to be back into the kitchen, and he only relented when he could be the one to supervise you, and even then he still didn’t want to hold anything sharp or be near anything that could injure you (which is pretty much everything)
The main one to put a stop to his brothers’ schemes, handing out harsher punishments than before each time they try to involve you. This man is not playing any games with anyone
You know he means well, he was already overprotective from the start, and this is just his way of showing that he cares about you. You can tell every time he gives you that soft look in his eyes, and the regret that he shows every time he catches sight of your bruise. He may not like to be vulnerable, but he couldn’t hide his emotions from you too long. You’re like a weakness to him, one that he isn’t against indulging in
And he hasn’t forgotten about that student, oh no. He made sure to have a nice lengthy chat with them when you both returned to RAD. You didn’t question it when he informed you that the student had been rightfully punished and no longer an issue, and you tried to ignore the red dots splattered on his shoes, or that sadistic gleam in his eyes...
Mammon
This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening-
The blood is pouring from your head, and your eyes are closing too fast for him, and his heart stops
You look lifeless, like when Belphie killed you, when he was too late to save you-
He’ll never forget that image, it’s drilled deep into his mind, forever a reminder of his failure to protect you. And now he failed again-
This demon is gloating about this, and that’s when he snaps
He was already in his demon form and beating the life out of them when he was restrained. Many people were shocked that he was capable of this, that Mammon the scumbag, Mammon the dummy, Mammon the punching bag was capable enough to be this dangerous, this deadly. He’s the second born after all, and he’s the strongest right under Lucifer himself, and he holds a lot in
He could- he would do a lot more because they deserve it, but just seeing you so still, it snaps him out of it. You’re more important to him than getting his anger out, and you’re the one he needs to be focusing on right now. But rest asssured, this isn’t over
You thought he was attached to you before? He is glued to your side 24/7 and will not be leaving anytime soon. Ever since you woke up he never let go of you, calling you “his human” and just hugging you tight
Also if you have to go down the stairs you guys are FLYING no exceptions! The stairs are the devil in his eyes (how ironic) and he will not be risking anything with you
If you guys aren’t out and about under his careful and watchful eye (and I mean very careful, he’s like your very own bodyguard but with a lot more growling and snapping on strangers than usual), then you’re in his room doing whatever. Watching movies, playing cards and somehow beating him every time (he swears that he isn’t letting you win! Lies), whatever you wanna do. As long as you’re with him, giggling and safe, he’s happy and stress free
You mean so much to Mammon MC, he can’t even tell you if he tries. Under his tsundere traits, he really loves you, like really loves you! He’s just so scared of being rejected and losing you a second time. But now that he knows you’ll always be there for him, he’s going to do the same for you (but he already was even if you didn’t like him) He hates looking at that bruise right now, but it’s set as a reminder to not let something happen to you again
Also, another thing that people forget about Mammon is that he can talk to crows. So it wasn’t much to have them track down the person who caused you pain, and it didn’t take long for him to find them either. He thinks that the aftermath will set a good lesson for everyone else who continues to underestimate him when it comes to you: don’t
Leviathan
See, this is why he never leaves his safe haven AKA his room!
After he saw your head hit the ground hard, he was freaking out. He doesn’t know what to do, he wasn’t prepared for this! He tried shaking you to keep you awake, but your eyes were steady closing
Everything is happening in slow motion. You’re slumped over on the ground while the person who did it is laughing at him
If anything, the person who did it should be the one on the ground, not you, not his Henry. It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair!
The demon stopped laughing when their windpipe was getting crushed by the second. They couldn’t even try to loosen the grip, Levi’s tail is rather strong, and so is he. He is the third strongest out of his family and the Grand Admiral of the Navy, yet people tend to forget that
Everyone knows how bad Levi’s tantrums can be, but this isn’t just a tantrum, it’s much worse. Had the brothers not intervene, he would have done much worse than summoning Lotan (which he was on the brink of doing anyway)
When you did wake up, he was so upset. Of course he let this happen, he’s just a worthless otaku who couldn’t even keep his crush safe-
OMG why are you hugging him and patting his head?! Quit it- well wait, this does feel kinda nice...Ugh you’re such a normie! Getting hurt so easily and still trying to put a smile on his face. But it does make him feel better
He rarely left his room before, and you guys are definitely not leaving it now. It’s like having a sleepover, but it never ends. That sounds great, right MC? Endless marathons of TSL and other anime, co-op video games, trying on his cosplay outfits that he made (some even made just for you and he needs to cover that bruise somehow), it’s going to be so fun and you’ll be safe with him! Who wouldn’t want that??
We all know that Levi is very self conscious. He knows that he isn’t confident like Lucifer and Mammon, or attractive like Asmo, or smart like Satan or Belphie, or physically fit like Beel, he knows. But every time you listen to him ramble on about this new anime show that he wants you guys to binge, or when he rants about a stupid move his teammate did in an online match, he feels valued. He feels loved. And while it’s hard for him to express his feelings, it’s no doubt in his mind that you’re important to him, and that he’s beyond happy that someone like you is his best friend
One day he’ll get the courage to say those three words, but he hopes that you already know with everything that he does for you
For example, Levi is an aquatic demon, and he has the ability to communicate with all types of sea creatures. Granted, he knows right from wrong, but in his eyes he’s taking care of the problem. So it wouldn’t be a huge issue if he used them to clean up the remaining mess of said problem, right? I mean, his venom can only do so much, and he doesn’t need anyone questioning him, and Lotan does get hungry...
Satan
He could only see red. Both from his anger surfacing and from the fact that you’re bleeding
He had his claws wrapped around the neck of the one responsible before they could even think about running. This- this filth dared tried to escape after he hurt you? And they thought that Satan would just let them get away with it?
They must forget that he’s the Avatar of Wrath, the one who doesn’t show mercy
He just kept pounding the demon into the ground, over and over and over and over. He didn’t even care about the blood splatter it was leaving on the lockers or on him
He was this close to finishing them off when he heard you call out for him, and it took everything in him to drop them. He squeezed their neck a final time, not even close to being satisfied with the whimper he heard, and growled out a promise of that he will find them and will make sure that they suffer before he threw them down. They better count themselves lucky that they get to crawl away in one piece (for now), because had you not been there-
Oh, he is seething the more he thinks about it
But you bleeding is a distraction from it, even if it is making his stomach turn, it’s helping him know that he needs to help you now
He didn’t have to let his brothers know as they came to see what the commotion was, and Lucifer (even if he didn’t want to believe it himself) was anxious that he was the cause of it. But after he saw the hold he had on you and another demon barely clinging onto life, he knew otherwise
It was decided that you two going home would be the best course of action (which it didn’t matter to Satan, you both weren’t going to stay here whether it was demanded or not), and he calmed down enough to properly treat you
You didn’t leave his room for the rest of the day, and he even gave up his bed for you to lie in so that he can do some research. The human body is a complicated thing, but Satan can learn it like the back of his hand just for you. So just go ahead and rest for now MC- or maybe not, you might have a concussion according to this book and if you do he needs to monitor your condition!
Even after you were healed, he didn’t let you out of his sight and daily checkups were a must. Dr. Satan is in the building!
You eventually moved back into your room (you would have stayed longer but he’s a little nervous with his towering stacks of books and doesn’t want anymore accidents), but he practically moved in with you with how much he comes over, either falling asleep at your desk reading a book or falling asleep in your chair right next to your bed
Very reluctant to have you around stairs, it makes the hairs on his neck stand up. He’ll let you go down the stairs ONLY if you’re holding his hand. If you’re upset with those conditions (spoiler alert you’re not), then you better be ready to learn some teleportation spells (but even then he’s still not leaving your side)
He doesn’t hold his temper back with the others when it comes to you for the time being. If he even senses that Mammon, Asmo, or Levi is coming to you with something that can cause trouble, he’s growling at them to leave you alone, horns slowly coming out and tail whipping furiously
However, he tries not to lash out in front of you. He realizes that he lost control with that demon, and how it could have terrified you had you been fully conscious, but he doesn’t want you to think that he’s just a monster. He wants you to continue to treat him like you do now, and not have the image of bashing someone’s bloody body on the floor repeatedly
Speaking of bashing someone, Satan made well on his promise of coming back. The demon thought that avoiding coming back to school would save them, but Satan is a genius, and has many associates that he can sweet talk to get what he wants. It didn’t take much to figure out where they went, and he made sure to get out all of his pent-up frustrations from that fateful day. He felt better when he came home, but he needed to take a shower before he went to see you...
Besides from that, he does appreciate the peace that you do bring him. You just have this aura around you that’s so calming to him, and he needs to steal you away more he realizes
Also you make better cat-themed desserts than the cafe and he can’t risk Beel eating them all again
Asmodeus
He’s shook, and not in the good way
He just had your hand in his, complaining about how you cuticles look so good and his is lacking and how guys have to go to the nail salon after class, and then your hand is jerked from his, your form at the bottom of the stairs
The blood staining your uniform is alarming, but he can’t worry about that now. He’s trying to keep you talking, but you’re already on the verge of passing out
“MC, you can’t sleep yet! We have plans to go to the nail salon remember? And I need you awake so we can talk about what matching color we’re getting! So what color should we get now, MC? MC? MC!”
He’s trying to keep himself from panicking, but he can’t help it! You’re suppose to be smiling and laughing with you, loving him, but you’re unconscious on the ground, and he’s scared
Quickly dials Lucifer and tells him the whole situation, and he’s surprised to find himself blinking back tears
The demon who did this is long gone by the time Lucifer and Diavolo come, but he remembers the face, and he has something exciting planned when he comes face to face with them
Obviously you have to go home, but Asmo is so distraught that he has to go home with you. But when you wake up, prepare to be tackled to the bed with him crying his eyes out. All you can do is try to comfort him and tell him that okay, giving him little kisses on his cheek
But now that the sadness is out of the way (all this crying and worrying is causing him stress wrinkles), it’s time for a makeover/stress relief!
Fashion shows, makeovers, painting nails, face masks, the whole nine yards. All in the comfort of his dazzling room!
It’ll make you both feel and look better, and honestly you two need that right now. It also gives him the opportunity to cover that unappealing bruise. Your beauty outshines it but it’ll be best to cover it up for your and his sake (mainly his)
Every time Asmo sees your bruise, he gets upset and he’s tired of being reminded of what happened. He knows that he’s only loved for his looks, his vanity, but you see more in him than that
You’re...you’re the first person that loves him for him entirely, not because of his features. And when he tells you that he loves you, he honestly means it. He would have never thought he would fall so deep for someone, let alone a human, but...he’s glad that it’s you. He’s happy that it’s you
Which is why he wants to keep you safe and injury-free. Plus, your skin is too pretty and doll-like to be roughed up!
You guys still go out of course, he just has a better eye on you now. This one incident isn’t going to hold him back for picking out new cute outfits for you!
And don’t think he forgot about that demon who caused all of this in the first place. He actually waited by their locker, and convinced them to come with him. But what should Asmo do with them? He could always have them steal Beel’s food, annoy Lucifer, say something horrible about Ruri-Chan, the possibilities are endless! As long as they don’t cause him to get dirty, of course
Or maybe they should do something so severe that they have no reason than to leave RAD forever, or even leave the Devildom forever, depending on how far he’s willing to take it. He’ll do anything if it means you’re safe and he gets to keep you all to himself
Beelzebub
He thought it was an accident at first, you get so excited about things that you stumble over your own feet sometimes, but he’s always there to catch you or pick you up
You keep saying that you’re okay as he’s holding onto you, and after he sits you up he’s confused because he smells blood. His heart is beating a little quicker, and you’re not talking anymore, and your head is drooping, and that’s when he sees the blood running down the side of your face
He’s starting to panic, and he’s so scared that if he tightens his hold against you he’ll just make things worse, that he’ll just hurt you more. But he needs to go find Lucifer, he needs to get you help, you’re feeling so light in his arms and it reminds him of the Celestial War when he witnessed his sister dying-
He hears someone snickering behind him, and that’s when he loses his temper
You’re a part of his family now, someone that he loves and cares for more than he can describe, and they did this to you? Someone who wouldn’t even squish a bug, someone who made him late night snacks without even asking, always there to give him hugs after his games no matter how sweaty, someone that put his family back together and they did this to you?
Lucifer and Mammon struggled to hold him back after they found the demon flung through the wall, laying under the rubble. Beel just kept growling, fangs bared and wings buzzing. He won’t stop trying to get out of their hold, and he keeps inching closer and closer to the demon, and it’s only a matter of time before he finishes what he started
You were already in the infirmary getting treated, and Beel isn’t calming down anytime soon so you were both escorted home
You woke up to Beel upset and pouting. He’s so worried about you that he couldn’t even eat. Beelzebub could not eat, that’s how you knew this was a something serious
Poor Beel was so terrified of hurting you himself that he failed to protect you from the people that do want to hurt you, or worse
But this won’t happen again, he swears, both to you and himself. Move over Mammon, Beel is officially your new bodyguard!
Wherever you go, Beel is right behind you, literally. He’s like your shadow, just bigger and a lot more...menacing. Also isn’t taking any chances with Mammon’s schemes, just carrying you away before he can even open his mouth about another get rich quick plan
Speaking of carrying, you are not allowed to walk down the stairs anymore. As soon as you step near some you find yourself in his arms like it’s nothing. Both at home and at school, it doesn’t matter to him
Also he’s very cautious to have you around people besides his brothers, and the exchange students (but he’s still hesitant about Solomon, anyone who can cook food like him is automatically getting the side eye)
Also you practically moved in with the twins, and it’s nothing compared to the sleepovers before. Belphie sleeps easier, Beel’s stomach is satisfied (eating your homemade sweets with you is better than everything combined at Hell’s Kitchen, and trust me he knows) he feels all warm inside, and you’re protected. Everyone’s happy!
Beel is a sweet guy, just don’t come in between his family or his food. After that whole incident with the demon, everyone has come to understand that, especially after seeing just how much damage he caused both to the demon and the school in so little time...
Belphegor
If he was sleepy before, he’s completely awake now
You’re holding the side of your head, and he can see the blood seeping through your fingers, groaning in pain. You keep trying to say that you’re okay, but your words are starting to slur and he’s getting nervous, he’s getting scared
It’s reminding him too much of his worst mistake, of what he did to you, when he murdered-
No. He doesn’t need to be thinking about that right now, especially when the person who did this is bragging about it while your body is slumped over. Right there, he knows what exactly needs to be done
Belphie was already in front of them before they even registered it, and didn’t give him any time to form an excuse. His claws were already at their throat, inching deeper and deeper the more they swallowed
“I should just slit your throat now, it’ll be easy and not a lot of work. But you deserve much worse than that. You’ll wish I did by the end of this.”
After a tap to the demon’s forehead, they just collapsed before him, unmoving. He didn’t even look down when he stepped over them (or rather stepped on them) to get to you. You’re passed out, but still breathing. You can’t stay here like this, and he refuses to tell Diavolo or Lucifer. He’ll figure something out, maybe Satan has some books in his room on what to do...
When you woke up, you found yourself wrapped in blankets and Belphie sleeping beside you, arms wrapped tight. You were confused, when did you get home? You remember walking with him down the stairs, but everything was blurry after that. What happen-
“You’re always thinking so hard MC, you’ll never be able to get good rest if you keep that up. But Satan did say to check on you every couple of hours, so I guess it’s fine. And quit touching your head!”
“Oh, sorry Belphie, I didn’t mean to-”
“Tch, how annoying...”
But he’s lying. Even as he’s carefully re-wrapping the bandages, he’s relieved that you’re awake, that your eyes are still full of life, not like the dullness that he saw that fateful night
When Lucifer finds you he is not happy with Belphie, but he doesn’t care and tells him that everything is already under control and that he isn’t needed. Belphie didn’t miss the scowl that he sent his way, but he just smirked in response. You didn’t need Lucifer as Belphie is already taking care of you, as it should be
You know how he always carries around his favorite pillow? Yeah he’s doing that with you basically, minus the carrying. You’re practically attached to his side, wherever he goes you’re either right there with him or in his room, which is mainly just you two lazing around or sleeping (as usual)
Honestly, the only demons who he’s okay with disturbing you two is Beel and maybe Satan. Beel because that’s his twin and it’s his room too, and Satan only if he’s checking on you medically or if he has some new ideas to mess with Lucifer. Everyone else is just trying to bother you and be annoying, and you don’t need that
Of course he blames himself for this! How is he suppose to keep you safe, to make up for his mistake? But then it clicks
It’s not the fact that he’s weak, people think that he’s weak. But he realizes that this is fine, he’ll use that to his advantage.
Diavolo is upset and Lucifer is running out of excuses for him, but Belphie just plays stupid and says he can’t remember how to remove it (even though he does). Let the demon lose some more sleep until they learn their lesson, whether it’s from the constant nightmares or from sleep deprivation trying to stay awake to avoid said nightmares. He’ll remove it when he feels like it, and he doesn’t see that happening anytime soon
Let people think the Avatar of Sloth is weak, that he’s not a threat, and he can show them exactly how wrong they are. Better yet, this demon can be the perfect example, and many more if they become a bother to you (and him)
You’re too nice MC, too delicate. You treat him so good, like he’s not a demon, like he’s not the monster who took your life, and he has to thank you for that somehow. He feels like whatever he does won’t be enough for the kindness you give him, but protecting you from others who used to be like him could be a good start
Also now he can hog all of your head pats and cuddles for himself, and he doesn’t feel bad at all. Everyone else had their time with you when he was locked up, so he’s finally got the opportunity to be selfish
Diavolo
First of all...this demon is dumb enough to harm you in front of him??? The Demon LORD???? The FUTURE KING OF HELL??!
They have more than just a death wish
It all happened so quick, he just crossed paths with you in the hallways and started to ask about your day (and maybe invite you for a small tea date after school) but he didn’t even get the chance to open his mouth
One second he saw your eyes light up and hand extended to excitedly wave, then he saw your fragile form tumbling down the stairs
Barbatos was soon called to his side as Diavolo saw the red coating his palms and you barely staying conscious, trying to say that you’re okay and not to worry
See...he feared that this would be a problem. While Diavolo is a very kind and understanding ruler, there are still some demons out there who think he’s too lenient, too soft. But that’s where people are mistaken. Diavolo is kind, but do not mistake his kindness for weakness
He felt his anger rising, his demeanor starting to crack, but he set aside his emotions. You’re his first priority, and he needs to make sure that you’re okay! He’s still a ruler, and you’re his responsibility (and first love)
However, he made sure that Barbatos took the demon who did this and kept them in the dungeon until he was done treating you. He won’t let this go unpunished, he can’t and he won’t
You’re an important part of the exchange program, and you’re most important to him, and he’s upset with himself that you got hurt. You’re so delicate, and you don’t deserve any of this happening to you, but what can he do? While he trusts the brothers to keep you safe, he wants to keep an eye on you personally, but how?
Then it struck him
You liked to stay in the castle, always smiling and having fun whenever you spent time with him there, so why not relocate you there?? It’ll be like an extended sleepover/retreat with just you two!! You guys can do all of your favorite activities and won’t have to worry about going home because you won’t have to leave!! Why didn’t he think of this sooner?!
The brothers are very upset with this incident, and even more so when he announced this. Diavolo decided that your condition needed to be monitored closely, and since he’s the person directly in charge of the exchange program AND the ruler over the Devildom, there was no room to argue. You weren’t going to stay in the castle forever, just until he deemed it right to return to the HoL
Which would be...some time soon, maybe. He’s not really worried about that now, his number 1 concern is you after all!
You’re getting the royal treatment, literally. This is the chance that he gets to pamper you without interruptions and he is not wasting it!
You kept trying to convince him that you’re fine, but he wasn’t hearing any of it, especially after he sees the nasty bruise that was left. “MC, please! You still need to rest. How about I have Barbatos bring us some tea to help, and we can even have the royal staff bring us some outfits of your choosing if you like? Oo, we can even have our portrait painted!”
“Dia, I promise that I’m fine, you have more things to worry about than me-”
“Nonsense, MC. You’re what’s important to me, now and always. Don’t ever forget that.”
Even finished it with a hand kiss, UGH he really is a Prince Charming
Once you did return to RAD bruise free, Diavolo, being the gentleman that he is, walked with you everywhere in the beginning. Coming into the building, walking to class, lunch, even to the student council meeting, he was by your side. But he couldn’t avoid his duties forever (unfortunately), but he always made up for lost time afterwards
You never realized that when he wasn’t with you, someone else always was. Whether it be Lucifer who miraculously had spare time, or Barbatos who decided to escort you back to the castle to try a new recipe for his Lord, it was always one of them that stayed with you
Also, it never dawned on you why people were starting to be so nice to you. You thought it was because of what happened, not paying attention to how tense they would get, the fear in their eyes. You did notice that the demon who caused your fall never came back to class, and their desk is starting to collect dust...
When you did ask Diavolo about it, he just pat your head and said that what happened was unacceptable and that the demon has been dealt with accordingly.
You don’t need to hear about what really happened to them, he doesn’t want to scare you or taint your innocence! But he doesn’t mind if anyone else hears it, he’ll be more than happy to explain in full detail what happened and what will happen to demons that even think about attempting to harm you or think that he’s “too soft”. They won’t think he’s a soft ruler after that
Diavolo is a very sweet man, one that treats you as if you’re ruling by his side as his partner and one that you never have to be scared of, but even you didn’t miss the deadly glint in his eyes whenever he spoke about that demon...
But enough about that, he wants to try that new recipe that you made just for him!
He enjoys the time that he gets to spend with you, and after this, you’ll be in his company a lot more. He can’t risk having this happen again to his love- I MEAN favorite exchange student right?
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Deep End - Five
Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader
Summary: He’s back. After all your best efforts at getting away, he’s found you again. And this time, he’s not letting you go so easily. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.
Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Manipulation, Injuries,
Word Count: 3.2K
A/n: here we are, folks. What if I ended it like this lol that would be kinda gangsta of me LMAO
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~*~
You push open the front door with a heavy sigh, setting the paper grocery bags down on the counter then resting a hand on your growing belly.
There’s a tiny flutter under your hand and you can’t help yourself from smiling.
The smile vanishes, however, when a hand grabs at your shoulder and forces you to turn around.
“Where the Hell were you?” Steve’s angry voice demands.
You look up at him in shock and confusion, looking over at the groceries.
“I-I just went to the store.”
He shakes his head, grabbing your face with one hand and stepping closer. You take a step back with each one he takes towards you, and soon enough he’s got you pinned against the wall.
His grip on your face tightens and you wince, fear overwhelming your body, making your heart race.
“Bucky said he saw you talking to someone. A man. Who was he?”
You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes.
“H-He was just asking me about my pregnancy. When I'm due, if I know what I’m having.”
It’s nothing but the truth.
“I give you freedom and this is what you do? You go and flirt with other guys? You’re my property. Don’t forget that.”
Your tears fall down your cheeks and into his hand, but he doesn't let go. Even as your chest heaves and sobs bubble out of you, he stays glaring at you.
“Please, Steve, stop. Y-You’re hurting me!”
His jaw flexes and he slowly lets go, only to cage you against the wall, slamming his fist against it in the process.
Your heart hammers in your chest, terror gripping you and freezing you in place as you remember what he did to Nat and her baby.
“I-I came home, didn’t I? I could’ve asked for help! Could’ve said something, but I didn’t. I’m here, again, even though I could’ve run away. I’m here. You have me! You have me.”
You slide down the wall, knees drawn up to your chest as you sob, the reality of your words and the fear doing a number on your emotions.
Steve’s anger slowly melts away, replaced with concern as he sees nothing but terror on your face.
“I-I didn’t mean to yell, honey. It’s okay, shh, come here.”
You don’t fight him as he pulls you into his arms and brings you upstairs into your bedroom, sitting you gently on the bed and pushing your hair away from your face.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, sweetheart I just... You gotta understand how nervous it makes me when you leave the house like that.”
You sniffle then slowly look up at him, your eyes bloodshot and tear-filled.
“Then why give me the freedom to leave?”
Your voice cracks and it makes his heart hurt.
“I... I want to trust you. That’s why.”
You take a few deep breaths, your eyes focused on your trembling hands as your heart starts to slow back to its normal rhythm.
“Ever since that night when Nat and Buck came over you’ve... you’ve been off. I’m worried about you, honey. I just wanna make sure that everything’s okay.”
He wants to know what Nat told you. What she said to have you acting like this.
Your eyes meet his, wet and full of fear as you whisper three words.
“Is it true?”
He has an idea what you’re referring to, and his heart picks up speed.
“Did...did you do it?”
He swallows hard and avoids your eyes, but that’s answer enough.
Some strange mixture of a gasp and a sob bubbles out of you, and you bring your hands up to cover your face as your shoulders start shaking again.
“I didn’t... I guess I did.” You sniffle and look up at him through your tears.
“If you want me to trust you... if you ever want any hope at having some semblance of normalcy, you’re gonna need to elaborate. I’m trying to play your little game but I just... I’m scared you’re gonna kill my baby too. That you’re gonna hurt Sarah.”
He shakes his head immediately, grabbing your hands and holding them softly in his.
“I would never hurt Sarah, or our new baby, okay? Natasha... she was becoming a liability. That being said, I didn’t go into it with the intention of hurting her baby but... I knew it could be a consequence.”
You wait for him to continue, your heart pounding loudly in your ears.
“When you burned the book... that wasn’t the only copy. Fury made sure there was at least one more, in case we ever needed it. Had his own group working on it, creating a new version of it. Natasha became a test subject long before I met you. Before I... took you.”
He drops his eyes and huffs out a sigh.
“We didn’t need to wipe her memory, we just... needed a way to make her more complacent. To make her realize that she can’t go off on her own and keep secrets like that. Especially when they involve you.”
Your chest heaves as you glare at him, your anger growing by the second.
“Did you kill her baby?”
The words are harsh like the crack of a whip, and he has to stop himself from flinching.
“It wasn’t my intention... but it was worth it.”
You choke on another sob, yanking your hands out of his grip.
“I didn’t know what the tea would do to her baby. It was just a mild sedative so we could get her to the facility and do the procedure. Get her to tell us where you were, where Sarah was. But then she... she started bleeding. I didn’t... I thought maybe it was just a side effect but then the doctors told us... (Y/n), you’ve gotta believe me. You need to know that I didn’t mean to...” he trails off and shakes his head, thinking about the niece or nephew that he could’ve had.
The son or daughter that he stripped Bucky of. The pain he inflicted upon Natasha. But he has you, so in the end, it was worth it.
You slowly look up at him, shaking your head.
“Why? You’ve done nothing but lie to me and hurt me. Why should I believe a word you’re saying?”
He swallows hard, reaching for your hand again only for you to yank it away once more.
“You want the truth? Fine. You’re not the first person that we’ve... taken. And I doubt you’ll be the last. Bucky... he had someone. Someone to help him control the soldier. But she turned out to be worse than him. We had to terminate her because she became a liability.”
He looks down at his hands, remembering how innocent she seemed. And then she snapped. Tried killing Nat and Bucky. Turned the redhead against them until Fury stepped in.
“Nat didn’t... agree with what we did. So we changed her mind.”
Your brows draw together in confusion.
He can’t mean... can he?
As if sensing your confusion, he elaborates.
“We didn’t do exactly the same procedure. But it... its function was the same. We needed her to forget certain things. To be our friend again while still remembering other things about the situation. And it worked. All I wanted to do this time was open her up to us again. Tell me where you and Sarah were. I never meant to hurt her baby.”
You shake your head furiously, tears dripping down your cheeks. “You’re a murderer. A disgusting monster. I hate you.” Your words are venomous and acidic, and Steve almost flinches at them, shaking his head.
“That’s not true, (Y/n). I love you.”
You laugh, the sound manic and for a moment Steve’s concerned.
“This isn’t love, Steve, this is obsession! It’s unhealthy! You’ve got me trapped here against my will! Y-You’ve hurt me and raped me and now I’m supposed to pretend everything’s okay? I’m supposed to play the good little housewife while you go around kidnapping and killing women? Killing other people’s children?! No!”
You stand up and try to move past him but he grabs hold of your forearm, rising to his feet with you.
“You’re not going anywhere.” His eyes are fiery as he glares at you, but you’re not nearly as afraid as you once were. No. You’re just angry.
You glare at him, rage burning through your body as you yank free from his grip and walk out of the room.
“You leave this house and I won’t hesitate to drag your ass right back!” He shouts.
But you don’t plan on leaving.
Oh no.
Why does he deserve his happy ending so much more than everyone else?
You turn to face him once you reach the top of the stairs, your heart in your throat at what you’re about to do. The damage it could cause.
At least it’ll get your point across.
“Why do you deserve a baby so much more than Natasha?” He furrows his brows, trying to figure out what your next move is going to be.
“I’ve given my life over and over for this stupid pathetic world. I’ve sacrificed my happiness time and time again. Do I not deserve something good?”
You take a deep breath and shrug.
“Maybe you do. But not like this.”
With that, you turn around and let yourself fall down the stairs.
Steve tries to grab you, he really does, but he’s just not fast enough.
He watches you fall, tumble down the stairs then lay still at the bottom, and for a moment all he can do is stare.
Memories fill his mind. Of you falling down the stairs. Then bleeding. So much blood. And your baby... gone.
He nearly falls down the stairs himself in his haste to get to you, two fingers pressing first to your pulse, then his hand is pressed against your belly, trying desperately to feel for the fluttering kicks you told him about.
It takes a minute, maybe two, and then he feels a small press against his hand.
He lets out a breath of relief then grabs his phone, calling the doctor.
~*~
When the doctor assures him that both you and the baby are okay, he’s relieved. But that only lasts for a moment before anger takes hold, powerful and persistent.
You can feel the anger rolling off of him when you wake up, and for a moment you’re afraid.
But hopefully, you got your point across.
He doesn’t deserve another baby. Not if that’s what he wants. He’s a terrible human being. And bringing a baby into the world with him as the father should be a crime.
“Where’s Sarah?” You ask, hoping to keep him as calm as possible.
“She’s having a sleepover with Morgan over at Tony and Pepper’s.”
You nod, your stomach dropping as you realize you’re alone in the house with him and he’s beyond pissed off.
Your mind races back to all the times he’s punished you in the past, and you almost throw up with the anxiety coursing through your veins.
“You ever do anything like that again and I swear I’ll make you regret it. I won’t kill you, no. My baby needs his mommy, but I’ll make you hurt. You’re lucky I’m not doing anything to you now.”
You swallow hard and look away from him in disgust, only for him to grab your jaw and force you to look at him.
“You need to stop acting out like this. I told you what happened to the last asset who became a liability. Fury shot her point-blank. A clean shot between her pretty eyes. Then he left her to bleed out on the bedroom floor while he fixed Nat’s memory. S’why she’s even still here and with Bucky. If she remembered what he did to that poor girl... she’d have killed him herself by now. But he needs to outlet to keep the soldier at bay. And he deserves her. Deserves some happiness in his fucked up life.”
You shake your head, disagreeing strongly with every word he’s spoken.
They're monsters. Natasha less so. A victim, like you, maybe. But the two soldiers? Monsters. Monsters who don’t deserve any happiness. They deserve nothing but a slow painful death and an eternity in the fiery pits of Hell.
“I told you, (Y/n), I didn’t mean to hurt her baby. If I’d wanted to, I’d be rubbing it in her face more. Showing off your pregnancy more. And if you think I’m gonna hurt our baby, you’re wrong. I would never hurt my babies. It kills me that you think I’d ever do something like that.”
“Can you blame me? You’ve already killed at least one baby.”
A muscle in his jaw ticks and you regret your words.
“You know what? I think you really need a reminder of your place, sweetheart. You’re mine. Maybe not my wife, yet, but soon enough. Until then, you need to know that you belong to me.”
His grip on your face is painful, but you don’t make a single sound.
No, he’s not going to win.
He doesn’t want to hurt the baby or cause unnecessary strain, so he can’t have you on your stomach like he usually would.
So he makes the most of you lying on your back.
He grabs your wrists and binds them above your head, hooking them to the ring on the headboard despite your struggles.
“Steve, no! Please! I-I... Don’t hurt me, please!”
He cocks his head to the side, watching you wriggle and strain.
“You’re mine, (Y/n). You belong to me. There’s no one in this entire world who’ll help you. You’re my property. It’s time you realized that.”
A sick smile spreads across his face as he remembers what made you obedient last time.
“You know, I think I know exactly what you need.”
He climbs off the bed and drops to his knees, rooting under it until he finds his special black box.
You wriggle away furiously, trying to break free before he can hurt you, but deep down you know it’s all for not.
You squeeze your eyes shut as he sits back down on the bed, worming his way between your thighs and flipping your dress up over your extended stomach.
“Please don't,” you whimper uselessly.
He strokes your inner thighs gently, then leans down to spit on your centre.
You flinch away, tears leaking from your eyes as you realize what he’s going to do.
“Please don’t,” you repeat, only to be silenced by him pushing something far too big inside of you.
You cry out, your back arching and sending shoots of pain up to your scalp. The added weight of your baby makes everything ten times more painful, and you can't stop yourself from sobbing as he forces every last inch of the thick dildo into your unprepared cunt.
It burns. Fire spreads from between your legs up your spine and the tears don’t stop.
“Stop! Please! I’ll be good!” He knows you won’t. Or, he just doesn't believe you. You want the pain to stop but you’re not actually willing to change your behaviour for it. Not yet. But you will.
When the dildo is finally fully inside you, he climbs off the bed and shoves the box back underneath it. He adjusts his pants then walks to the door, pausing to look at your trembling figure on the bed.
Your shoulders shake with sobs, and he feels pride swell inside of him.
Good. Now you’ll finally learn.
“You’re gonna stay here until you learn your place. I don’t care how long it takes. When you’re ready to apologize and be a good girl, then we’ll talk. But until then...” He shuts off the light and pulls the door closed behind him, leaving you alone, in pain, and in the dark.
Memories of the last time this happened stab at your brain, and you quickly start hyperventilating.
What’s worse than that, though, is the tiny voice in your head telling you to get off your back. That it’s not good for the baby if you stay like this.
But no matter how much you scream or cry for him, Steve doesn’t come to the door once.
~*~
He leaves you there for hours, or maybe days. It’s so hard to tell.
The room is soundproof, so no one can hear your cries and you can’t hear anything outside.
Even if people could hear you, it doesn’t really matter now.
You’ve been on your back for so long that you’re starting to get dizzy.
During your first pregnancy, you learned only that it’s bad for the baby to sleep on your back. You didn’t think you’d be feeling the effects of it, too.
But here you are, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, mind spinning and lungs struggling to pull in enough air to satisfy you.
It must’ve been several hours ago that Steve left if you’re feeling such strong effects of it. You’re not sure what the technical term is, but you know that you probably don’t have much time left. Your baby has even less.
Your heart aches. Each beat makes sadness bloom in your soul and you can’t stop it.
New tears fall down your cheeks, and all you want is to reach down and caress your belly, apologize to the life growing inside of you.
Apologize for hurting them, for who their father is. For the life you’re bringing them into.
Nobody deserves that.
But now... now you might not have to worry.
Every passing second sends the walls around you spinning faster and faster and faster until all you can do is let your eyes fall closed.
Sleeping will probably make it better anyway, right?
As the darkness creeps up, seeps into your limbs and chases the pain away, you pray.
You’ve never really prayed much before, but you do today.
You send a prayer to any and all Gods, the old ones and the new, and you ask for forgiveness.
You pray for the safety of your unborn child, and for that of Sarah.
A deep part of your brain knows that you may never open your eyes, and you want your daughter to know that you love her. That she means the world to you and you’ll do all that you can to protect her.
Thinking about Sarah brings a wave of strength seemingly out of nowhere, and for a moment you wonder if the Gods heard you. If this is them sending their aid.
You take a few deep breaths, building up as much strength as you can, and try your luck one last time.
“I’m sorry.”
Your voice isn’t nearly as loud as it should be, and the room is so thickly padded that there’s no way he can hear you.
Hopelessness floods your body and you fall into it.
Your sorrow distracts you from the darkness until it takes hold of you and pulls you down, away from the world of pain that you’ve been trapped in.
And you feel peace.
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How do you fake date someone you have real feelings for?
fine line
theres a fine line between love and hate and you and Peter dance it everyday
touch
You love him, but you can never touch him
Trial Run
You stop hating Peter long enough to realize you like him
scissorhands
Nothing is more human than having a heart
One shots (newer posts at the bottom and on second list)
Ice Ice Baby
Peter Parker x ice powers!reader
You’re the newest Avenger and very insecure about your ice powers until a certain wall crawler makes you feel better
Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice
Peter Parker x chef!reader
When Spider-Man isn’t fighting crime or stopping bad guys, he’s wearing an apron over his suit and learning how to bake with you
It’s my Party
Dad!Peter Parker x Stark!reader
Your dad throws your son his first birthday party, but Peter has other plans
Like Father
Peter Parker x Lang!Reader
Cassie’s babysitter is cuter than you thought he’d be
Ink
Peter Parker x Reader
You have to hide your new ink from your tattoo hating boyfriend
A Soft Place to Land
Peter Parker x Reader
Aunt May finds you and Peter in a compromising position
Patches
Best Friend!Peter Parker x reader
You have nothing left to give Peter but a reason behind your actions
Wheezy
Peter Parker x Reader
Peter takes your asthma very seriously
She Will Always Hate Me
Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Peter breaks up you after your father dies and has to live with seeing you with someone else
Astrophilia
Peter Parker x Reader
You’re a 14 year old in love with space and Peter is a 14 year old in love with you.
Remedy Part Two
Peter Parker x Healing Powers!Reader
Your healing powers bring you to the Avengers towers where Tony and Happy play Cupid mercilessly with you and Peter
Have We Met?
Peter Parker x Reader
You know Peter is Spider-Man, but you flirt with each other in public as if you’ve never met
His Kiss, The Riot
Peter Parker x Reader
Who doesn’t like to be kissed on the cheek?
So Quiet Here
Part 2: Anthem
Peter Parker x Reader
Peter Parker has fallen out of love
She
Peter Parker x reader, MJ x reader
Peter puts his feelings for your aside when you develop feelings for someone else
Paranoid
Peter Parker x Reader
Your obsession with Criminal Minds gets your scared of everything, even Peter
Too
Best friend!Peter Parker x reader
In which your childhood best friend falls in love with you, but you don’t feel the same…right?
Smile For Me
Peter Parker x reader
Peter grows bored during a study session and comes up with a game
Choking Hazard
Peter Parker x Reader
Peters PTSD causes him to do the unthinkable in his sleep
Violent Delights
Part Two: Violent Ends
Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Tony forbids you from dating Peter
I See Fire
Peter Parker x Reader
Your school bus crashes on the way to Washington D.C
The Cup
Peter Parker x Reader
A monogrammed cup might be the thing that reveals your forbidden relationship with Peter to the rest of the Avengers
That Should Be Me
Peter Parker x Reader
Big Time Rush and Justin Bieber are the I things helping Peter through the fact that you have a boyfriend
You Want To Be Loved
Peter Parker x Reader
You stop Peters panic attack the only way you know how
Held By Me
Peter Parker x Reader
Peters wonders if the intentions behind your affection are platonic or if there’s something more brewing behind them
Far From Her
Peter Parker x Reader
The school trip to Europe makes you and Peter re-examine your relationship
Wait For Me
Peter Parker x reader
You tell Steve the story of all the times you and Peter waited for each other
Ghosting
You still love Peter even after he’s gone
Cherry Wine
Peters relationship with his girlfriend harbors a dark secret
Take Me Home - Choose Your Own Ending
A hijacked summer vacation leaves you wondering where your heart lies
You end up with Loki
You end up with Peter
25 To Life
Peter faces the repercussions of having his identity revealed
Player
Peter comforts you after Brad plays with your heart
Dummy
Peter is the only one who doesn’t make fun of your intelligence…or lack of
Captains Orders
You go through the process of finding out Peters secret, losing him, and reuniting
I Thought This Was a Closet Party
You and Peter get ahem…closer than expected when he helps you with a favor
Shake It
You held Peter out of a funk
Secret Langauge
Peter Parker x Mute!Reader
A study in the silence that comes when two people understand each other
Funny Seeing You Here
Tik Tok trend
You join Peter in the shower for a Tik Tok
Better Left Unsaid
Deaf!Peter Parker x reader
What the Heart Wants
You and Peter discover the worst night of your lives was the same night
Simple Additon
You and Peter grow close when he offers to tutor you in math, but he gets upset when you deny your friendship in school
Oh Brother
You and Peter start a secret relationship behind your brother Flash’s back
Laundry Wars
Enemies to lovers! (College edition)
This one boy keeps stealing your dryer
Under The Mistletoe
With the avengers well aware of your feelings for Peter, Tony holds a contest to see who can get you to kiss the most
Cool Kids
You walk in on some domestic bliss between your little brother and Peter
The Hint
Peter gets jealous when you have to flirt with someone else on a mission
Quirks
Peter finds out you have OCD
Scavenger Hunt
You send Peter on a Scanvenger hunt for Valentine’s Day
Innocent Until Proven Guilty
The Avengers start to suspect that Peter has a girlfriend
Obedience
After being tortured by HYDRA, you have to obey every command you’re given
Disobedience
You go to HYDRA to reverse your condition
Give Yourself a Try
Enemies to lovers!
You and Peter get paired together for a school project
Full series
Hooked
You and Peter hook up but don’t know what it means
Kiwi
Peter is skeptical of your new guy friend
Peppermint
You discover that Peter hates the smell of peppermint when you wear peppermint chapstick
Dress
Peter sees you in a dress for the first time
Love Potion #9
When Peter and Bucky drink the love potion, they react very differently
Mr. and Mrs. Swift
Part two
Peter accidentally hits you over the head, causing you to forget you’reenemies
Everything Has Changed
High schools tests your friendship with Peter
Cumulonimbus
You like to ask Peter questions just to hear him talk
Wrong Number
Peter sends the right picture to the wrong number
Little Things
When you mess up a mission, Peter recruits the avengers to cheer you up
7 Minutes
When you start driving Peter home form school everyday, your relationship changes
Such a Gentleman
Peter always tries to be a gentleman around you, but sometimes, things slip out
NFWMB
Peter breaks up with you to keep you safe, but he can’t stay away
Caffeine
Peter’s shyness makes him an easy target at his new job, but you always stuck up for him
I Think He Knows
Peter thinks you’re hiding the same secret he is, and makes a fool out of himself trying to get you to admit it
The Box
Tony finds Peter’s box of condoms
Brutal Out Here
Peter gets jealous when you get paired with Brad for a project
#peter parker x reader#peter parker x y/n#peter parker x you#peter parker fanfiction#peter parker imagine#peter parker x plus size reader#peter parker x stark!reader#peter parker jealous#peter parker x rogers!reader#peter parker fluff#peter parker angst#best friend!peter parker#peter parker x best friend!reader#peter parker x lang!reader#peter parker x avenger!reader
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while you were sleeping
“Now here’s what’s going to happen,” Grandpa Max said in a gravelly, rough voice he only used when he was barely holding onto his anger. Gwen held her crossed arms tightly, trying to seem stern when she really felt scared. “You are going to relinquish your control over my Grandson and you are going to do it now or else-”
“Or else what, Grandpa?” Ben asked with a blank expression. Or at least, the thing wearing Ben’s face and body did. It hadn’t quite mastered fine motor control yet so seeing her cousin’s usually animated face so slack, his posture so awkward like a puppet on a string... it was unnerving.
“Or I’m going to remove you from his person and get him back myself,” Grandpa growled. He slammed his hands on the railings of the stretcher Ben was sitting on and leaned close to his face. “And don’t call me Grandpa, you are not my boy, you are not even real. You are a hunk of metal and machinery and I don’t care if you are the most powerful device in the universe, Omnitrix, I will tear you apart piece by piece to rescue my family.”
The Omnitrix tilted Ben’s head awkwardly, it’s too bright green eyes staring at Grandpa Max with a fury Gwen rarely saw from her cousin.
“You will never separate us. We will not allow it,” the Omnitrix hissed, clawing Ben’s right hand protectively over the alien watch. It’s usual green interface was blank having spread itself through Ben’s entire body. Three days they had just assumed Ben was tired from the battle in the Atraxi Nebula. Three days that Ben had been acting weird and not right while the Omnitrix possessed him. Three days of brushing it off until Rook had noticed the changes to the watch and alerted them that something was very, very wrong. “And you’re one to talk about saving us,” the Omnitrix spat out. “All you do is make demands of us, send us far and wide to fix other people’s problems and never helping our own.”
“Cut it out with this we and us. Ben is a person and you’re just a machine,” Grandpa sighed with frustration, rubbing at his eyes.
“There is no Ben or Omnitrix, there is only us,” the Omnitrix stated as if it were obvious. “We have long since merged. Ben and I are one in the same which is how we know how damaged we are.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Grandpa sneered.
“It means,” the Omnitrix continued with lidded, angry eyes, “that Ben doesn’t want to come out. His mental state collapsed in battle leaving our physical form in danger. We had to take control to get us to safety. Ben is safe and cared for right where he is and he will return when he is ready and not a moment before.”
“How do we know you’re not lying?” Grandpa Max screamed, finally losing his cool. Gwen flinched and she noticed the Omnitrix slid its eyes over towards her before flickering back to Grandpa. “According to Azmuth, you’re not supposed to be sentient, you’re not supposed to possess your host! Why am I supposed to believe you that you’re not holding Ben hostage?”
“Because we have been there for every injury, every bout of self-doubt and loneliness, every tear shed in grief and misery,” the Omnitrix whispered with venom dripping from every word. It’s eyes glowed so brightly it cast dark, ominous shadows on Ben’s face. “While you and everyone else looked the other way and pretended it was fine to thrust the entire universe on a child’s shoulders. The only one we have been able to rely on for years is ourselves and it wasn’t enough.”
“I-,” Grandpa Max started to defend before deflating a bit. He looked over at her, unsure of what to say. Gwen gave him a curt shoulder shrug; she hadn’t exactly been overly attentive to Ben’s mental health the last few years herself. With the way he acted, it was easy to assume he was handling things alright but the signs were there now that she was looking. It shouldn’t have gotten this bad that the Omnitrix had to possess him and point Ben’s struggles out. “It’s not like that, Ben would’ve told us if it was too much.”
“Which is why his psyche is in fractured pieces,” the Omnitrix said with an eye roll. It was just how Ben did it, for all that the actions were jilted and ungainly, it had Ben’s mannerisms down exactly. “We left the Master in your care for years and this is how we ended up.”
The Omnitrix leaned forward, it’s elbows balanced on Ben’s knees and it’s fingers laced together under Ben’s chin. It stared at them judgement in it’s stolen eyes. “So here is what is going to happen, Grandpa and Cousin. We are going to take care of Benjamin, as we have done from the moment of our joining. We will keep our body healthy and safe from harm, we will patrol and go on missions to keep our home and the universe intact. We will also work to undo the damage you have done to Ben and when he is healed and ready to resume control, then we will retreat and let Ben make the decisions.”
“You can’t do that,” Grandpa said with a dry rasp.
“We can,” the Omnitrix countered steadily. “You will have to kill us to separate us and we will kill you before we let any harm come to Ben. Do you understand?”
“You say we’ve hurt Ben,” Gwen said softly, not liking the Omnitrix’s unfocused, uncoordinated gaze on her. “We probably have just like he has done the same to us. We’re human, just because you love someone doesn’t mean we don’t make mistakes.” It frowned in thought. “But you don’t heal by locking yourself up and not addressing the problem. If Ben, if he’s hurting, then he needs to be out here where we can fix it. I know you love him and want to protect him but this isn’t the answer.”
For the first time since the conversation began, the harsh look softened on Ben’s face. It almost looked human this way. If the Omnitrix and Ben really were one being by this point, then it wouldn’t give into anger for long. It just wasn’t in their nature.
“You are right in a way, Gwen,” the Omnitrix said with a slight nod, sitting up from it’s aggressive slouch. “It’s not a surprise, you’re right most of the time,” the Omnitrix said with a little quirk of the lips that was very Ben. The mirthful expression tightened into one of frustration. “But we still need time. Ben is fragile right now, he needs to rest, to recover. When he, when we, are ready then we will listen.”
“Okay,” Gwen nodded, reaching out and grabbing Grandpa’s hand tightly before he could fight anymore. “Okay, well we’re here for you if you need us.”
“Right, thanks,” the Omnitrix looked away and picked at Ben’s ripped up jeans. Did the device share Ben’s ADHD? Was it just copying Ben’s nervous habits to trick them or were the two of them so blended together it wasn’t one or the other but simply different parts of a single whole? She couldn’t help but wonder if Ben would’ve been this same person if the Omnitrix had never bonded with him.
“Well, it’s late and we’re tired. We’re gonna play some video games then meet Rook for patrol tomorrow unless you plan to stop us from doing our job.” The Omnitrix said, it’s voice heavy with accusation as it glared at Grandpa.
“You may go,” Grandpa said forcefully, unhappy with the situation but unable to stop it. “But this discussion isn’t over.”
“Of course not, I’m still waiting for your apology about your treatment of us,” the Omnitrix sniffed with a flippant wave as it hopped off the stretcher and walked out of the room where it would continue to act as Ben and live his life for who knows how long. But who was to say that he wasn’t Ben, some aspect of him that they never saw. Either way, dealing with it, dealing with them, just got a lot more complicated.
#I watched both venom movies today and was... inspired#everyone keeps talking about how fun and cute the omnitrix possession au is#and I still cant help but see the inherent horror in it#IS it Ben? IS the omnitrix such a part of Ben that they're indistinguishable?#How can you know when one begins and the other ends?#this could still just be an aspect of this blended BenOmnitrix person#one that the main Ben personality kind of pushes down and is now shining through with Ben kind of retreated#and it loves Ben so so much#and is furious and protective as hell on his behalf#can you imagine talking to someone you know super well and finding them almost exactly the same but still *different*#and almost perfect copy bc it IS ben the watch knows every single detail about ben#its honestly just the motor issues and its more forceful aggressive personality#but once that smooths out... how would they even know if Ben 'returned'#is it really a return if hes been here all along and its just been a different aspect of a personality#ok Im getting way too metaphysical when I have work early tomorrow#friendly reminder this au haunts me#I am incapable of thinking of it as cute#when the very idea terrifies me
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Let Your Soul Breathe
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Aziraphale x Male!Reader x Crowley
Summary: Life is suffocating, sometimes you just have to stop and relax yourself.
Word Count: 1,355
Warning: Undertones of Blood, Injury, Depression, Self Harm.
The supernatural isn’t really limited just to demons and angels.
You would know all too well about them, from a young age you were an unfortunate son of one of the greatest hunters in Europe. Meaning, that you were to be trained under them. You hated your childhood because you didn’t get much of one.
The moment you were able to know what was wrong and right, you were taught how to handle a blade and how to handle a gun. You were still in school because your mother fought your father that you should have a basic education. She expected the best from you, after all, you came from a very strict household and as an only child - your parents looked to you as continuing the great name.
You excelled in school as well as your parents teaching you each supernatural. You could argue that you had a boring childhood other than the exposure of blood and murder at a young age. As you got to high school, most weekends your dad would take you to hunts to learn about the supernatural physically.
By the age of sixteen, as you were ending high school, you had already made a name for yourself in the supernatural side of life. The kid that was merciless, the kid that had no emotion.
You weren’t shy to kill, you never show any fear if you were caught out in a bad hunt. God wished to hate you but you were one of her dearest creation because after all, God is the only one who really truly see behind close doors.
How you often hate yourself, how you cry to yourself, how you would harm yourself if you did bad that day and your father wasn’t there to give punishment.
Creatures often hide among the shadows and hear how your father abuses you, shouting and smacking you. Even the evillest creature would flinch at the sound of contact and they fear you because of how you respond.
“Thank you sir for correcting me,” You had a dull tone.
When your father died alongside your mother, under mysterious condition, the supernatural had celebrated not for themselves but for you. Because tales had spread that you stood in the woods, unable to move, and actually appreciating the beauty of the woods.
For once, they heard you laugh.
They gave you a break, any monster would hate to admit that they cared a little too much about you.
You continued your education in peace, well, as much peace you could give yourself.
After all, you were still in that mindset that you were a hunter. So, even after excelling in your high school and sixth form, even earning your degree - you were still a hunter at heart.
As you grew up as a lonely man, you stumbled across a demon and an angel - the first to show empathy, well at least from the angel. And from years since you met, they were there pestering you.
Forming a friendship and a bond, eventually, a loving relationship.
They taught you many things, and that you don’t have to shoulder the world. It was almost as if God was giving you a present, forgiveness for the pain you had to endure.
“(Y/n), darling?”
Aziraphale walks into your apartment with Crowley right behind him, next thing he saw was one of your boots barrelling towards him. Crowley caught it effortlessly as Azirpahale had dodged impact.
“Leave me alone.”
They see that you have just returned from a hunt, you were tired and obviously angry. Most hunts, nowadays, were just you sleeping them off with minor injuries. It looks like you managed to cope with a bigger injury you had sustained, but you were in no mood for company.
“Yeah, no,” Crowley responded, throwing the boot to the ground as he grabs Aziraphale’s wrist to follow you to the bedroom.
“Clingy,” You shouted at them, slamming your bedroom door at their faces.
As they open the door, they managed to catch on to your slight muffled moan, telling them that you had jumped on your head as you lie down. Aziraphale sighs, shaking his head as he struts towards you.
“I’m cleaning you up, you cannot be in bed in these filthy clothes.”
“It’s had worst on here.”
“Like what?” Crowley asked.
“Like cu-”
“I think that’ll be enough,” Aziraphale interrupts as he lugs you up into a sitting position, “Crowley, my dear, fetch some clean clothes.”
“Sure thing, angel.”
You rolled your eyes, for a demon Crowley is surprisingly obedient, though you allowed Aziraphale to strip you down. He cringes at your wounds as he held his hand over your body, allowing his miracle to close them up for easy healing.
Aziraphale does not mention the cuts upon your arms, nor he mentions wounds looking like they were self-inflicted upon the thighs, he silently heals them knowing that he wouldn’t be able to miracle away the scars that will be left behind.
Aziraphale hands you to Crowley, who is less gentle than the angel as he dresses you up. Though, he doesn’t miss the chance to give you a boop on the nose and a sweet peck upon your lips.
“Bad hunt?” Crowley asked, getting himself comfy at your side.
“Bad day, bad week, bad month, bad lifetime,” You exclaimed, though there was no anger behind your words anymore, there wasn’t the venom that they were greeted moments before, “I cannot wait for the day I die.”
“Now, don’t be saying that-” Aziraphale scowls at you, but you merely waved him off.
“You often forget that I am just human, I will die eventually. And if not by my own hands than so be it rather a creature of the unnatural.”
“Sweetheart, that’s the depression talking-”
“Then let it talk, let it infest my mind and rot the insides. I rather be dead than live this shit life.”
Crowley gives Aziraphale a pointed look, “Listen, babe, angel doesn’t have the best of words on this situation, he might come off as patronising but he means well.”
You grumbled as you turn your head to not look at your boyfriends, Crowley looks at Aziraphale who motions him to continue to talk.
“But, you shouldn’t be wishing your life away, after all, what is life if not lived at it’s fullest?”
“I never had the opportunity to do so,” You reminded them as Aziraphale placed excited hands upon your knees, making you look at him.
“Then, start now! It’s never to late too allow your soul to breathe. Tomorrow is a new day and I’m sure that the vampires, werewolves, and whatnot can find a new hunter to fight.”
“I can piss them off, entertain them, you know? You should really invite me to your hunts, babe, we’ll have a real good laugh.”
“Crowley, not now!” Aziraphale snaps as you chuckled, “Why don’t you sleep, we’ll be awake to watch over you.”
You were going to argue but there was a look in Aziraphale’s eyes that you did not want to tick off. You sighed as you shuffled down in the bed to lie down. Aziraphale lets out a joyful noise, you now understand why your demon boyfriend can be so obedient because your angel boyfriend can be terrifying.
They sit in silence, waiting to make sure you have drifted off to sleep as Aziraphale and Crowley lie on either side of you. Crowley messing with your hair as Aziraphale had a book on his lap.
“Crowley, dear, do you think he’ll be okay?”
“He’ll be fine, (Y/n) is a strong lad,” Crowley replies, “Plus, he has us two, who better than us to take care of our dearest boyfriend.”
Aziraphale gives the demon a suspicious look as Crowley lazily smiles him off. Aziraphale knows that Crowley is up to something and yet he was somewhat terrified to know what it was.
So, you and Aziraphale pretend that you don’t know why the vampires, werewolves and whatnot are scared of a certain red hair snake demon, though it does fill you with entertainment to Aziraphale’s dismay.
#Aziraphale#aziraphale imagine#crowley x male reader x aziraphale#aziraphale x male reader#anthony j crowley imagine#anthony j crowley x male reader#good omens#good omens imagine#good omens x male reader#x male reader
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