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Among Crowns, Prologue: The Wheel of Fate

Author's Notes

Be welcome to my first HOTD fic! I'm excited to share it with y'all and see where this story takes me. I hope you guys love Aurynn and her story as much as I do!

English isn't my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes

If you wish to be tagged in this series, let me know in the notes and asks!

This series will contain canon-typical sexism, sexual themes, violence, infidelity, among other tags to be added, as well as some canon takes from both Fire and Blood and HOTD, and even some liberties of mine

Summary: Princess Rhaenyra, seeing the state of her court and claim to the throne, decides to switch her cards; her firstborn son will marry Lady Aurynn Mormont in order to have a shot with ensuring the North's allegiance, and Lord Rodrik Mormont shall take Baela as wife in Jacaerys' stead. With war at their doors, these siblings will play whatever tune its sang in order to live in a volatile enviroment.

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Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x OFC (Aurynn Mormont) Baela Targaryen x OMC (Rodrik Mormont), eventual Cregan Stark x OFC & Alyn Velaryon x OFC (Aurynn Mormont) and OFC x OFC (Visella Targaryen @blood0fthedragon x Aurynn Mormont)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: None (they will be added as the series progresses)

Tagging: @aeksion-aekse @mini-kunoichi @huramuna @blood0fthedragon

Princess Rhaenyra paced herself in her chambers, the thought of war coming soon heavy on her mind. Alicent had made her move already, and she was running out of time. For ten years, they had been playing the political chess. Her eldest son was of age. And Baela seemed perfect for him; however, she was not blind. She had seen the way Jace looked at the Mormont girl.

She was certainly a beauty, with a long cascade of brown curls, expressive brown eyes and a wit and charm that easily matched others. And she was from a beloved and fierce house from the North. Baela was a Targaryen, and a daughter of her beloved husband, however, it was clear that there was no attraction between one another. If Rhaenyra was to sway the North to her side, then a successful marriage between a Northern and her son would be the wise thing to do.

She also was aware of Rodrik’s eligibility. He was strikingly handsome, an accomplished warrior, a patron of the arts and cunning in politics. However, his wandering eye escaped nobody. Someone as brazen and ill-tempered as Baela could either make him better or worse. Perhaps, if she played the game right, it could be done well.

Summoning her advisors to the chamber, she asked “Tell me, my lords, about Lady Mormont.”

Both men looked at one another “Well, Princess, she is a certified beauty, and an accomplished one at that. A famous companion of the princes, and someone very much wanted in all of Westeros. Why, only on her thirteenth name-day we received numerous letters from all the places. Do you plan on arranging a marriage for her, Princess?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” She folded her hands.

Aurynn was brushing her very long hair, sighing as she performed her nightly dance with her Northern ringlets. It had been almost eight years since she arrived at Dragonstone after a pact between her late lord father and the princess. Life had been good, playing with the princes and getting to hone her courtly skills. And perhaps find a good marriage, one with a lord that would treat her well and give her beautiful children and a purpose.

Suddenly, a knock interrupted her thoughts. She looked up to see sweet Luke, doubt in his eyes. She had always seen him as a little brother, and the feeling was mutual. “I… am not interrupting, am I, Lynn?”

“Of course not, sweet boy. Do come, tell me what’s on your mind.”

He sat at the edge of the bed, used to seeing her in nightgown and her hair down, something that raised many eyebrows “As you know, Mother is to send us to gain alliances. With our dragons.” He was fidgeting, as he usually did. She got up from her seat and squeezed her hands in his, calming his racing thoughts.

“Take a breath. Order your thoughts,” he did as she told him “Now, speak slowly.”

“I’m afraid, Lynn. What if something goes wrong? What if Arrax gets sick? Jace looks so confident…”

“Just because someone sounds confident doesn’t mean that they are. And I know what you’ll say: ‘but Jace is perfect’. He is virtuous, yes, but he is but a boy. As am I. As are you. There is nothing wrong with being afraid every once in a while.”

“Are you ever afraid, Lynn?”

“Many times a week, my boy. That I will be betrothed to a cruel old man. That everything I’ve worked for isn’t enough. Of my house’s fate.”

Luke flushed “If it helps, I’d sooner marry you than ship you off to a cruel old man.”

Aurynn threw her head back and laughed, a melody that often calmed and soothed the young prince. Then, she kissed his cheek “Oh, Luke, my dearest boy, I’m afraid I’d be deemed to old for you. Besides, you and Rhaena seem to get along just fine.”

“The sentiment isn’t only mine.”

Aurynn frowned, amused “How come?”

Lucerys flushed, the face he did when he talked too much “I, uh, should go to bed. I have much to prepare with, uh, Arrax. Good night, Lynn!” Then, he sprinted away from the room, leaving an amused and confused Aurynn.

The next morning, Aurynn had dressed herself with a beautiful purple ensemble and had finally coiffed her hair in a complicated hairdo when her door was knocked “Who is it?”

A masculine voice replied “Princess Rhaenyra sends for you, my lady. I am to escort you to her.”

Feeling nervous and excited, she polished herself and opened the door. Taking a deep breath, she nodded “Let’s go then.” After crossing a corner, she asked “Do you know what business does Her Grace want to do with me?”

“I do not know, my lady. I am only following orders.”

They finally entered the room, where at the top of the table was Rhaenyra, Prince Jacaerys and Lady Baela. Curtsying to them all, she gave them a friendly face “Did you summon me, Your Grace?”

“Do approach the table, Aurynn. Would you like some wine?”

“No, thank you, I’ve had breakfast a few minutes ago.” It was a small lie. Her stomach was made of knots, and she prayed that none of them heard her intestine roar.

“As you know, you’ve reached age of marriage, and your presence has not escaped my allies. Men all over the Vale, the North and other regions have been sending me owls for your hand, offering you all sorts of luxuries. Even houses that are allied to Alicent’s party have offered to swear fealty to me if I were to give you your hand in marriage.” She looked around the room “However, my council and I have agreed that none of these men are a match worthy of you, and have thus come to a decision.” She then looked at her eldest son and proclaimed “You and my son Jace shall marry within the month, and you, Baela, shall marry Lady Mormont’s brother Rodrik. He is handsome, rich, young and a formidable ally. He is sailing to accept your hand as we speak.”

Aurynn’s gaze turned to an equally stunned Jace. They had known each other all their lives, and Aurynn had always admired Jace and had fancied him for long, even after his duties had taken over. They have had a strong connection that raised question of marriage before Princess Rhaenyra married Prince Daemon and betrothed his daughters to her sons.

Nevertheless, one couldn’t simply reject the formidable Prince of Dragonstone. She bowed to the princess and recited “I thank you for this privilege, Your Grace, and promise to be the loveliest, most dutiful wife to your son.”

Jace woke up from his shock and gave them a rehearsed smile “If it pleases my mother, it shall be done. Might I have a moment alone with my betrothed?”

He didn’t even wait for his mother to respond before they both curtsied and he practically dragged her out of the room.

“Jace!” Aurynn exclaimed, surprised at her reaction.

He didn’t seem to hear her, still in stupor. They walked and walked, his grip on her, until they finally got out, in the beautiful garden they used to chase one another and laugh and munch berries.

“Jace, you’re hurting me!” Lynn finally exclaimed.

Said words seemed to wake him from his stupor and let go of her hand, clearly embarrassed “Forgive me, Lynn. I didn’t think I was gripping you too hard.” He examined her hand and gave it some gentle strokes. Her breath caught. “I didn’t know that my mother would pull this off.”

“Jace, it’s alright—,”

“Lynn, being my bride is being in the eve of danger. I understand if you’re scared.”

She looked at him defiantly “I am a Mormont, Jace. I am not scared of a drunken prince and his desperate mother.”

He squeezed her hand, a small smile on his lips “I know that you are as fierce as a Northerner comes, but this is different. You’d be queen someday, if we aren’t betrayed. Besides, you deserve better than someone whom they call ‘bastard’ behind his back.”

“I don’t care about that, Jace. I care about your good opinion and your mother’s. If you don’t wish to marry me, say it. You have the power to undo the alliance.”

He smiled sadly “I am flattered that you think me of someone with power, but my mother’s made her choice. Your brother is on his way. And… I do like the idea of marrying you.”

Lynn looked at those tender brown eyes and swallowed “Truly, Jace?”

He gave her a tentative look “Do you, Lynn? Like the idea of marrying me as well?”

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Instead, her gaze went to his lips, and he seemed to notice. Soon, his hands were on her hips, squeezing the light Dornish lace and stroked aside a wild ringlet.

“I—,”

“Jace!” A familiar voice called.

They both bolted away, clearly flushed. Luke was running towards them, Joffrey in tow, “Is it true? You and Lynn are to be married?”

It was Lynn who spoke “Yes, dear Luke. Your mother was generous enough to allow me to join our family.”

He smiled “Amazing! It’s just like when we were boys! You and Lynn married, in those imagine games we used to play when—,”

Jace, clearly embarrassed, placed his hands on his brothers’ shoulders and cleared his throat “Let me tell you all about it in our dragon pit. I am sure Lady Mormont has many preparations to make for my brother-in-law’s arrival, don’t you, Lynn?”

Trying not to chuckle, Lynn nodded, taking the opposite direction to the castle, wanting to busy her toes in the sand. When she reached the beach, she found a familiar silver hair. She slowly and gently approached her “Might I sit?”

Baela looked at her and nodded wordlessly. She sat besides her at a respectful distance and looked out at the sea “If you’re wondering, I am not angry. Neither of us asked to be moved around like chess pieces.”

Baela sighed “Isn’t that all we are? Chess pieces to move and discard to their heart’s delight?”

Lynn bit her lip “Gods, I hope not. I suppose that, to our fathers, we are, but Princess Rhaenyra is no man.”

“She ought to behave like one if she is to hold the throne one day.”

It suddenly hit her. Baela was tragically right. Being a woman was unsafe as it was in Westeros, and Princess Rhaenyra must’ve felt cornered by her rivals for her to make such sudden move. Jace was a great man, but a man nevertheless. As was Rodrik, and Luke, and everyone in the council.

She liked Jace, and with time, she might even grow to love him, but she was no fool either. She knew from a young age which role to play if she wanted to win the eternal game of survival in a world where women were feeble and discardable little things.

“Let them think that we are,” she declared “but we will know the truth. Let them believe the illusion that we are innocent, meek and playable things, as long as my will is made.” She looked at Baela “reforming a man like Rodrik is no easy task, but it is not impossible.”

Baela seemed to catch up “Go on.”

“Give him something that no common girl can give him. A reason to be with you alone. Let it be your bedding skills, or wealth, or the illusion of having the girl he’s dreamt of having, and he’ll be yours. Make yourself irreplaceable, and he shall be yours. Isn’t that what men want in a woman, after all? A gem so rare, so wanted, that if they do not take care of it, it may slip from his fingers.”

Baela smiled at her “I pray to the Gods that your brother is as cunning as you, Aurynn. We’ll need all the wit and conniving we are allowed to show in this tryst.”

#house of the dragon fanfiction #hotd fanfic #rhaenyra targaryen #oc: aurynn mormont #jacaerys velaryon #baela targaryen #oc: rodrik mormont #lucerys velaryon #mywriting*#hotd au

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portablenetworkgraphic · 1 year

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for the ask meme im assigning u the most random thing i can think of im assigning u uhhhh...... coastal climates

and also one you know a lot about (enstars)

and finally 1 u dont know much about but are aware of (star war......)

oouh interesting ive only been to the coast once so i cant say much about it but i am sure it is so lovely to not have blizzards in april ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

enstars !!!! i really do genuinely love the art style its so charming and i think the songs are all really fun and catchy!!! im not very good at playing the lives but the beatmaps are fun and some of them get really creative and interesting (though i dont really play other rhythm games so i dont have much to compare it to)

star wars ... hmm ok every day i hear from my friends who love star wars how bad it is but let me think.. . ok from the movies/shows ive seen i think a lot of the cities are really interesting and also like they kinda went off wirh making luke skywalker. just saying. his name fucks. he has tboy swag off the charts. funny little man

#ask game #inbox #captain dya want an emoji 2 go next 2 ur name #the captain 💎

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moinsbienquekaworu · 11 months

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the yellow saber rey pulls at the end... it's not just some ha! new color! saber right? it's a lightsaber??? or something??? (i read a fanfic where there were a darksaber and a lightsaber and thennn i just watched rogue one and they mention documents about a darksaber briefly so that's a real shit?)

Oh yeah no Rey gets a cool lightsaber that is yellow, but it's just a normal lightsaber. The darksaber is uuuh something else you'll see in TCW, Rebels or The Mandalorian, but it's not in the movies. As its name indicates, it's black, and it looks extremely cool on screen. It's a lightsaber but also not really? You'll know when you see it, it has its own lore (you can go look at the Wookieepedia page for it if you want but it can be a little dry). But yeah it is really just "hey look we made it canon sabers can be yellow too!", on top of "look she gets Her Own! she's a Real Jedi now!"

Lightsaber lore for you: the kyber crystal inside a lightsaber is what gives a lightsaber its colour, during the prequels era the younglings would go to Illum as was tradition and walk around in the cave until the one kiinnda sentient, Force-sensitive crystal that would be the best fit for them caught their eye and they'd leave with it (like the wand that chooses its wizard, yes). This process is shown in one of the TCW arcs I recommended you actually! The kids are really cute in it <3 Incidentally, kyber is really powerful, which is why you might have seen the name Illum somewhere else: it's the planet that Hux chose to become Starkiller, the kyber core (that had been used by the Jedi as a source for their sabers for it is implied to be centuries) was used to power up the thing.

Kyber crystals usually are blue/green for the good guys (there's lore related to that but it's pretty niche), then Ahsoka had a greenish-yellow saber for a while, for some people (Samuel L Jackson) it can be purple, and with Rey we have canon confirmation (canon, canon, vite dit given how little people liked the sequels) that they can also be yellow, which we'd only seen in legends stuffe before.

They can also be red if a person falls to the dark side, because kyber crystals are attuned to the Force and so they do not vibe with people who use the dark side. When a Force user falls, their crystal eventually stops working for them, at which point they usually force the crystal to submit to their will and kind of mentally break their spirit? which is a processus called bleeding, and it's evil and bad because the crystals are implied to be at least kind of aware of some stuff, which means they are kind o torturing them, but they're darksiders so it's appropriate.

And Filoni made it (maybe not him but it's Ahsoka related so I'm pinning it on him) he made it so you can heal a red crystal, which Ahsoka does later on and which results in a white crystal. In the Fallen Order games you can customise your blade and they can also be orange, indigo, cyan and magenta, plus some other material has used orange as the colour of training, low power lightsabers. That's less important though.

The out of universe reasons they're those colours are they were just supposed to be blue and red to show good guys/bad guys, but then Luke got a green one so it would be obvious he had a new saber and the colour wouldn't clash with the sky of Tatooine, then Samuel L Jackson wanted a purple one because it's his fave colour (me too bestie), and the rest was probably because people thought it would be neat if there were other colours.

This is a piece of concept art (??) for the High Republic project, which basically is a multimedia project that showcases the Republic in its golden age, before the prequels era, and I love this art specifically because it shows a pretty good diversity in saber & character design while still keeping it clear they're all force-sensitives (/Jedi?). There's also a neat few pages in a comics on why they use lightsabers and not anything else, though they also have variations on the traditional lightsaber that you can see on the Wookieepedia page for lightsabers.

(the darksaber looks like the black saber to the right, with a white halo and a black inside instead of a while inside and a coloured halo, which is super cool visually. This isn't the darksaber though I don't think, the handle isn't right. And maybe the person wielding it is a darksider given the golden eyes?? Whatever. Cool art)

#you did Not ask for this but i have many lightsaber opinions. i love those things soooo much #and i tried to be really really light in terms of my personal hcs #if you want jedi stuff hcs i have. Many More.#i love sw so much actually............. oh my god #star wars #wow i have a ramble tag now #wow i have an ocs tag now

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everlasting-elegy · 2 years

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Swapped! AU (Barbatos, Diavolo)

What would the demons be like in a world where they are players of Obey Me! and you’re their favourite character? Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2.1k

Barbatos

Of course the all-knowledgeable demon would have heard of Obey Me! in passing during his time travels, but he only knew of its name, he had more pressing matters to attend to

It was only when he noticed how much time Diavolo was wasting on the game that he realised just how prevalent the game was going to be in this timeline but more importantly, how prevalent the game was going to be to him

As he supervised Diavolo playing the game, carefully making sure the game didn’t affect Diavolo’s judgement or that he was getting too addicted, Barbatos found himself getting intrigued by the game, in particular you, a character who drove the plot forward

Barbatos has downloaded the game on his D.D.D. but his poor soul doesn’t even have the time to log in daily. Instead, he drops in a few lies as he supervises Diavolo playing the game so that he can see you more

“Young Master, I recommend you use a card of (Y/N) for that battle if you want to be most efficient. Yes, I’m aware I said that the last battle and the battle before that. I merely have your best interests in mind.”

But Barbatos isn’t as sleek as he thinks, Diavolo sets you as his home screen and spends money to get your cards all for his butler’s sake. Diavolo even purchased a figurine of you to give to Barbatos, he never felt so embarrassed but he couldn’t deny a gift from the Demon Prince

He doesn’t have the time to read through dialogue or fanfictions so he opts for quickly scrolling through fanart of you when he’s stressed or frustrated. Your reassuring smile is all he needs to give him that extra burst of motivation

Barbatos also enjoys listening to fan made playlists about you as he does menial tasks around the castle. Playlists like “in a forbidden love with (Y/N)” and “dancing with (Y/N) in a forgotten ballroom” are his go to. He also enjoys consuming Drama CDs that feature you and your character songs, he loves hearing your voice and allows him to keep up with the stories and lore

Despite how little he plays the game, Barbatos has all of your routines memorised for the game. He knows exactly what to do in Surprise Guest events to make you happy as well as the dialogue that you’d prefer as well as all your interests and likes. What sort of butler would he be if he couldn’t even keep you happy?

Barbatos’ favourite card of you is one where you are similarly dressed as a butler, holding a knowing smile with your hand to your chest, signalling subservience. The thought of you offering your services to him, or just working alongside him to lighten his workload leaves him feeling elated for the rest of the day

Barbatos waved goodbye as Simeon picked Luke up from the castle after another lesson of baking. His movements were controlled yet gentle, efficient yet relaxed, as though he had all the time in the world to bid them a good day. With one arm, he hauled the door with a single motion, slowing down until it closed with a soft click.

And then he high-tailed it out of there.

Typically Barbatos mastered moving smoothly and silently along the tiles but now his hurried steps resonated against the walls. It was interrupting his thinking but he couldn’t slow down. Fortunately Simeon arrived just under three minutes earlier to pick up Luke than usual. His next errand could be completed fully with two minutes left to spare and if he maintains this speed to his room he would have bought himself an additional twenty seconds.

Back in his room, he pulled out his D.D.D. Ensuring his volume was down, tapping at what he needed until he heard (Y/N)’s familiar voice on the screen. Yes, his connection was fast too, everything was going according to the plan he established in his mind. At this rate he’ll be able to play three parts of the event story while being able to listen to all of (Y/N)’s voice lines as well as roughly nine dance battles where he’ll hopefully be greeted by (Y/N) in at least a third of them as a surprise guest.

One minute down, he was making good time. Halfway through a cutscene, the reflexes he honed over millennias were put to good use as he expertly tapped precisely when (Y/N) had finished speaking and skipping all the other characters. He needed to prioritise. Two minutes in, slowly turned to three. At this rate he may even be able to try and pull for (Y/N)’s exclusive UR+ card.

But then he heard it. The faint rumble that Barbatos could feel under his shoes as the earth shook. Then another. Gradually getting louder and louder as Diavolo was approaching his room, despite not being expected in at least a minute and a half. Barbatos’ tapping became urgent, surely he could at least finish the battle before Diavolo inevitably walked in without knocking. Should the young master realise this is what Barbatos has been doing in his spare time he wasn’t going to let this go, but the urge to at least play the game until completion was overwhelming, he’d only have a couple more seconds at most-

As the door swung open, Diavolo was greeted with Barbatos standing poised at the centre of his room, arms behind his back in his typical fashion.

“Ah, Barbatos,” Diavolo nodded. “These papers urgently need to be sent to a demon who is currently at the Mausoleum.”

“I’ll see to it immediately,” Barbatos dipped his head to accept the job, simultaneously reaching a hand forward to accept the papers. But when Diavolo didn’t just place the papers in his hand like usual, he looked up only to freeze.

He forgot to put his phone away. Instead it lay flat in his palm with Obey Me still on it’s interface.

“Young master,” Barbatos stammered. “I-”

“Actually… I think I’ll take care of this for once,” Diavolo pulled his hand back before Barbatos could take the papers.

“Lord Diavolo-”

“Enjoy the game, Barbatos! Although I do hope you don't neglect your duties for this,” Diavolo teased as he left Barbatos' room with a hearty laugh.

Diavolo

Caught wind of Obey Me! when Lucifer was absentmindedly complaining about his brothers who got addicted to said game. Diavolo’s eyes instantly lit up. So this is what the youths are up to these days!

The instant he had free time, Diavolo was downloading the game, hoping he’ll now be able to join in conversation should he ever run into the demon brothers again. But as he keeps playing, he finds that he doesn’t care if the topic of the game never arises in conversation, he just wants to see his favourite character, you

His boomer brain makes him susceptible to getting addicted to technology. He never realised just how much time he spent idly tapping at the game until Barbatos returned from an errand, asking if Diavolo finished the pile of paperwork only to realise said pile hadn’t been touched

Now he is constantly supervised by Barbatos, the only times he can play Obey Me! being when he’s on break or just before he goes to sleep. If Barbatos walked past the young master’s quarters in the middle of the night, he’d likely see the dim light of Diavolo’s phone from under the door

Of course he’s whaled on all your cards, outfits in game and merchandise. If an event features you, he is undoubtedly ranked in the first thousand of players. For a Demon Prince, even ‘whaling’ is a mere blip on his spending. The purchases are anonymous and untraceable to him though, as per Barbatos’ recommendation

Diavolo struggles with your Surprise Guest events, his hands are just too big, he ends up fumbling and does something you disapprove of. But it’s no problem, he can just whale on your favourite foods and items as well

Naturally his favourite card of you is the rarest and most extravagant one around. You are lined with gold and silver with far too many jewels to count. Some would argue that the card is gaudy or distracting but to Diavolo it only makes sense that a character as deserving as you would be surrounded with such wealth and glamour

Has a life-sized (possibly even larger) statue of you posing dramatically on a podium erected in his throne room. No aristocrat questions it when they see it, presuming it’s some obscure hero from one of the three realms but no it’s just Diavolo being a simp

He does enjoy reading fanfictions with you just before he heads off to sleep. Primarily the fluff and crack ones where you’re caught up in or up to your usual antics, usually having cameos of other characters. It feels like he’s part of the fun and allows him to have a pleasant night’s sleep

Perhaps it’s childish but Diavolo genuinely looks up to you, it’s clear you have an admirable personality due to your decisions in the game. If there’s ever a tough decision to make, he’d sometimes try and adopt your mindset, figuring out what you’d do in the same scenario

It wasn’t everyday Diavolo could find a plausible reason to have the demon brothers over at his castle for dinner. As chaotic as it could be, he always preferred it over the deafening silence when it’s just him and his butler. He sat attentively at the head of the table in the dining room as he overheard the brothers.

“WHOA!” Leviathan was tapping at his D.D.D. “It’s about time they had another event featuring a new UR+ card with (Y/N), it’s been months!”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, sending an apologetic glance to Diavolo who only laughed jovially. Barbatos entered the room to pour them all drinks.

“I knew it was going to happen,” Leviathan ranted. “This human who’s really big in the Obey Me community went on and on about how there needed to be a new (Y/N) event. But it was kind of weird because I’m pretty sure they weren’t even that big on (Y/N)... whatever, I’m not complaining!”

“I do apologise,” Lucifer cleared his throat as he regarded his brothers. “Don’t you have something better to babble on about?”

“No, this is quite entertaining to listen to,” Diavolo urged the brothers to continue, his chest swelling with a pride that rivalled even the eldest. Lucifer raised his eyebrows but sighed in resignation, letting them continue.

“Actually, I heard about this on Devilgram!” Asmodeus exclaimed, hurriedly getting on his D.D.D to find said post. “This popular witch was saying how she was given this request by an Obey Me fan to hex an influencer to complain about the lack of (Y/N) content so that the developers would listen. She went to Devilgram to talk about it because it was the weirdest request and not only that but it was entirely anonymous! Completely untraceable. How weird and dramatic~”

Barbatos stopped pouring Diavolo’s cup at Asmodeus’ explanation.

“Oh yes, I heard about this as well,” Satan piped up. “Apparently it’s gone down as one of the most expensive witch hirings in Devildom history. Apparently enough to cover the witch’s living expenses for an entire year.”

“Was it now?” Barbatos asked, his voice strained. His head turned to his master with a painfully forced smile. Diavolo could only shrug and laugh. Disposable income was just that, and what better way to use it than to promote the one he loved?

“This all sounds very amusing,” Diavolo chuckled. “I presume this results in a positive outcome, though? I’m sure these Obey Me fans will be very happy to hear this character is getting some attention.”

Barbatos’ eye twitched at Diavolo feigning ignorance of the subject matter.

“Oh I’m very happy!” Levi cheered. “To whatever madman made that purchase, I don’t know who you are but thank you!”

“Young master,” Barbatos stood by Diavolo’s side, voice hush. “After dinner I think we need to discuss these recent purchases of yours.”

“I don’t think anything needs to be discussed,” Diavolo said dismissively as he took a sip of his tea. “A leader will do whatever they can to make their people happy. Don’t you see how happy Leviathan is?”

Barbatos could only sigh as he left to get food, leaving Lucifer who overheard the exchange to gawk at Diavolo in disbelief.

Swapped AU General Headcanons: (Leviathan, Mammon) (Beelzebub, Lucifer, Satan) (Asmodeus, Belphegor)

Obey Me! Masterlist

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #barbatos x reader #barbatos x mc #diavolo x reader #diavolo x mc #barbatos fluff #diavolo fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me swapped au #everelegy-writes #everelegy-obey-me

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mountain-man-cumeth · 3 years

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What Went Wrong: An In-Depth Analysis of Muriel's Route

*Youtuber voice*

Below are the opinions of an uneducated individual on what could’ve left the majority of The Arcana audience dissatisfied. I will explore the plot, tropes, themes and morals of the Muriel route and try to explain what may have gone wrong. I will be treating the game as a novel since it's advertised as one.

1. Consistency. If you are unfamiliar with the chekhov's gun; it's a story writing principle that dictates each element you introduce should come into play (foreshadowing). Now let's start with a few story beats that were later abandoned or concluded in an underwhelming manner:

Muriel's blanket

Muriel's magic mark (on his back)

Forest spirit (spirits in general)

Lucio's upbringing

Circumstances of MC's death

Figurines/whittling/charms

Muriel's blanket is teased to be a tapestry, which would tie in with his later fascination with them later on, as it had been the only thing he had left from his past. MC neither sees nor comments on the blanket, we only know it exists thanks to other playthroughs and short stories.

Magic marks are an important point in the game. Every main route emphasises on how it affects the chosen LI. It's reveal is important in a way that it serves as a passage to a new act where the reader explores magic and Arcana pantheon as they are a monumental part of the overall worldbuilding. This exact point applies to the Heart of the Forest and how spirits interact with the world around them as well.

Whittling and Charm making are the only hobbies we get from Muriel's isolated life, their introduction helps the reader humanise the character by giving us a crumb of his everyday life. It's never mentioned again after the scene where MC asks him what he does. He doesn't idly whittle during their journey and charms only come to play in an offhanded reference during reversed ending.

The other two are also ignored but I will touch on Lucio later on.

Why do these matter? A few abandoned plot points don't make or break the story but on a grander level it hinders the audience investment. When we read, we like to think the details we notice will come to play eventually, we like recognizing references that were introduced earlier. I'm sure I don't need to give examples on this one, I don't think anyone will disagree.

2. Themes. Thematic influences this story utilized are all over the place, and it seems to me like it stems from the improper application of certain tropes;

The Hero's Journey

Home Sweet Home

Shell-Shocked Vet

Last of His Kind

etc.

Some of these tropes tackle themes such as;

Slavery

PTSD

Survivor's Guilt

Genocide

I'm not going to try to explain How to Write any of these topics. I'm not remotely qualified. I think it's better if I just give examples from popular media because whether you know how to write it or not, you can still understand when it's written well;

AtLA deals with genocide and survivor's guilt. It's in the name; The Last Airbender. Aang is the sole survivor of a culture he'd only had an opportunity to engage in for a handful of years. He left them with a childish tantrum and now they're gone forever. I can't think of another mainstream series that shows the gruesome reality of war and genocide better than this one.

When Muriel realizes his true heritage and loses Khamgalai is the point of the story where Luke sees his family's farm burned down, Aang goes back to the air temple, Treebeard walks in on the demolished part of the forest. (The inciting incident)

(Could also have been forest spirit’s death but it was too early in the story so I don’t consider it a missed opportunity.)

Up until this point the hero has their doubts, they're going through the motions but they are either underestimating the enemy or they're a passive protagonist. Either way, this is the point where the hero has to take the reins of the story. What purpose does this serve in Muriel's route instead? It simply validates Muriel's beliefs. He's useless, he isn't strong enough. We as the reader need a point to see where the hero takes a step to drive the story forward or whoever takes that step will steal the spotlight, it will be their story. As it is, this is the point where it ceases to be Muriel’s story.

PTSD got the worst end of the deal. Since Dragon Age fandom has a huge overlap with the Arcana I will use Fenris as an example; for those who are unfamiliar with the character, Fenris is an escaped slave. After the sex scene he vividly describes an experience that most people can easily identify as a flashback. The game never tells us that he was abused, it doesn’t show us him having a panic attack but it shows us that whatever transpired between him and the player character clearly triggered an unpleasant memory.

Arcana tries and initially succeeds to do something similar. We see that the character is untrustworthy, sensitive to touch, easily agitated, can’t sleep outside of his perceived safe environment… It introduces us the cause later on and the story has two options, each will drastically change the moral of the story:

Remember these as they will be important later on

Portray Muriel fighting as a bad thing; You can’t fight violence with violence angle or the fact that the villain’s forcing him into a situation where he’ll have to fight again makes the villain all the more intimidating.

Portray Muriel fighting as a good thing; He has the means to defeat the villain and he just needs encouragement. With great power comes great responsibility. By not fighting he willingly condemns everyone to an awful fate and that he is selfish.

I’d like to take a second to explore the 1. Option, I feel like the game may have intended to implement that idea but failed because of the implementation of Morga and choices presented for the player character: Morga is an Old-Soldier, these characters are often push the hero out of their comfort zone in an aggressive way towards complacency, they are a narrative foil to the mentor. For the first option to work the story had to show Khamgalai acting as a mentor and having the protagonists challenge Morga’s teachings(see Ozai-Iroh). As it is, Morga’s actions are never put under scrutiny (narratively) and her death feels hollow as a result. She didn’t sacrifice herself for the heroes due to her guilt, she died because she felt a moment of sympathy for her son which wasn’t explored before, she showed no intention to change nor any doubt.

It is clear the game choose 2. Option, it is a controversial choice given Muriel’s mental condition and the game is acutely aware of this, which is likely why Muriel’s PTSD will get carefully scraped from the story from here on out. (I won’t address other instances where his trauma wasn’t taken into account, I feel like this explanation should cover them as well.)

3. Morals. Every story, whether the author intends it or not, has a moral. The Villain most often acts against that moral and in turn can change the hero's perspective. Morals are not ideals; the morality of Killmonger isn’t that marginalised people should fight for their rights, it is that vengeance is just. Whether it’s right or wrong can be debated but what makes an ideal the moral of the story is in the portrayal. How the narrator depicts the events, how people around the heroes react... all are a part of portrayal.

The story choosing “Muriel fighting is a good thing” earlier puts in the foundation of a moral. The story tells us Muriel has to fight, it’s the right thing to do. He has to be brave for the people he loves.

This choice affects how his past actions will be perceived; now, him escaping the arena to save himself is cowardly, abandoning Morga is cowardly.

The story tells us it wasn’t, but shows us that it was. This is the end of the midpoint of the story, at this point we need to have a good grasp on what we should perceive as wrong or right for us to feel invested. If we zig-zag between the morals we won’t know which actions we should root for. But more than that, the conclusion will not feel cathartic as it will inevitably demonstrate the opposing ideals clashing at its climax.

Villain doesn't necessarily have to be sympathetic and Muriel's route makes no effort to make him as such, but they need to be understandable. What danger does Lucio pose to the status quo, what makes him a compelling villain? Whether he conquers Vesuvia or not doesn’t drastically affect Muriel’s way of life, he’s been in hiding for years. He doesn’t threaten to steal MC’s body, Muriel is not compelled to pick up arms to save his beloved. He wants to protect the people from going through what he’s been through, right? That is what the story wants us to think. But what has he been through? Fighting was his choice, Lucio tricked him into it. Lucio later tricked Morga, his own mother, to save his own hide. This tells us that Lucio is a manipulator, but he doesn’t manipulate his way into Vesuvia, he barges in with deus ex machina monsters. He doesn’t demonstrate his skills as a tactician by making deals with neighbouring kingdoms to get their armies. We don’t know his strengths therefore we don’t know his weaknesses. If he seems to be losing he can just conjure a giant dragon to burn everything down, we just can’t know. That is why the application of deus ex machina is highly taboo, the victories don’t feel earned and defeats feel unfair.

4. Tone. Playing with the genre is not uncommon and a game such as Arcana has many opportunities to do so. It is a romance story, everything else is the back-drop. The tone works best when its overall consistent but tonal changes act as shock for the audience to keep them engaged and keeping one tone indefinitely gets us desensitized. We can’t feel constant misery if we are not made to feel tinges of hope in between. Good examples of dramatic tonal change (that I can think of): Mulan - arriving at the decimated village, La Vita e Bella - the father’s death, M*A*S*H - death of Hawkeye’s friend. Two of these examples are mostly comedy which is why this tonal shift affects us so, it was all fun and games until we are slapped in the face with the war going on. There are no one liners in those scenes, the story takes a moment to show appropriate respect to the dead, it gives its characters time to digest and come to terms with loss. Bad examples are the majority of Marvel movies.

In Muriel’s route there’s never such a thing, Muriel has a panic attack and MC kisses him. This unintentionally tells us, the genre being romance, that the panic attack only served to further MC’s advances. It tells us that he’s never had the control of his life and it’s yet again stripped from him by the decisions of player character. This is not the only instance this happens. The story shoe-horns in multiple cuddle sessions between important plot beats. And it does the exact opposite during a moment where he is having a heart-to-heart with the person he loves by having the ghost of Morga appear to give an ominous warning/advice.

When he runs off during masquerade it’s built up to be an important plot point. Muriel will finally face his past, he’s been running away from it all along, and he will have an opportunity to be accepted back in. MC is supportive but ultimately, it’s meant to be Muriel's moment. But as I mentioned above this is not his story anymore so he’s not given any time to address his problems, instead a ghost appears to tell him what he needs to do, again. Because we need to wrap the story up, we don’t have time.

Remember how I said the 2 Options will be important later on, well here we are at the very end. Upright and reversed.

“Portray Muriel fighting as a bad thing”

This suggests that the triumph of Muriel won’t be through violence. Maybe he will outsmart Lucio in a different way, he won’t play his games anymore. This option suggests that Lucio will not be beaten by his own terms.

“Portray Muriel fighting as a good thing”

This option concludes with Muriel finally overcoming his reservations on violence and doing what's right to save the people he loves. And bringing justice to people who Lucio hurt.

If you are wondering why the upright ending feels random, this is likely why. The ending plays out as if the story was building on the 1st option while we spent chapters upon chapters playing out the 2nd one. It is unearned.

(The reversed ending, being reversed, also uses Option 1 path but in which Muriel can’t achieve his narrative conclusion)

The Coliseum is filled with people who are on their side against Lucio’s shadow goons. Because we can’t have people being on Lucio’s side without addressing the duality of human nature, even though it’s an important part of Muriel’s story. The people who watched and enjoyed Lucio’s bloodsport are no more, they are all new and enlightened offscreen. We completely skipped the part where Vesuvia comes to terms with its own complacency and Muriel simply feels at ease because the crowd is cheering on him now. This is what happens when you give the character a chance to challenge those who have been complicit in his abuse (masquerade scene) and completely skip it to move the story along.

Muriel doesn't get justice, ever. The people only love him now because he's fighting for them instead of his own survival. Morga or her clan doesn't answer for the massacre of Kokhuri, Vesuvia doesn't answer for the sick entertainment they indulged in and Lucio doesn't answer for Muriel's enslavement. It is not even acknowledged, nowhere in the story (except the very end of reversed ending, and even then it almost gets him killed so its clearly the wrong thing to do on his part) is a choice presented where Muriel has an opportunity to get any sort of compensation where he instead chooses to move on.

I don’t intend to straw man anyone but this is a sentiment I’ve seen a lot; “It’s a short story, a dating-sim, what do you expect?”

I expect nothing, I’m simply explaining why some people feel how they feel. It is a short dating-sim but it seems to me like it was aiming to be something more by borrowing elements that were clearly far above their weight range to tease something more and under deliver. It is okay to feel content with the story, and it’s okay to feel let down. If we had a unanimous decision on literature we would never be inclined to write our own stories.

#personal #muriel #muriel spoilers #tw: PTSD #tw: trauma #tw: slavery #tw: genocide #karayan

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jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav · 3 years

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helloooooo!! can i request some headcanons for the demon brothers with a MC that is Non Binary but is afab and insecure about being afab and doesnt feel like they are Non Binary. platonic or romantic either one is fine. thank you. also Jaehee is a Queen period.

I haven’t had Mystic Messenger installed on my phone for like a year and this blog is mostly, if not exclusively Obey Me rn, but I refuse to change my url because it remains true. Jaehee is the best and deserves the world <3

Also don’t mind me casually throwing in some Devildom/Celestial Realm gender headcanons as an intro~

Warnings: Mentions of gender dysphoria, internalized transphobia, insecurity gang rise up. I’ll try and keep it more general since this is meant to be a comfort/fluff piece.

The Brothers With an Insecure (AFAB) Nonbinary MC

As a whole, the Devildom doesn’t really do traditional gender. The variety in demons’ and fallen angels’ appearances makes for such a diversity of body types that markers of femininity and masculinity are easier to disregard. It’s commonplace to provide one’s pronouns along with their name when meeting someone new, and any changes in a demon’s presentation are noted with little more fanfare than a new haircut.

Even angels don’t really get preoccupied with gender: in fact, as MC discovered one day while talking with Luke and Simeon, most barely grasp the concept of what a gender is. Simeon had mentioned that this occasionally resulted in him forgetting the genders of his characters, resulting in TSL being extremely popular among transgender and nonbinary fandom communities.

But MC is not from the Devildom, nor are they from the Celestial Realm. They’re from the human world, with its reductive views on bodies, presentation, and identity. A year in the Devildom can’t erase a lifetime of cissexism.

Some days, it wears on them more than others.

Lucifer

Lucifer is always aware when MC’s self image starts wavering

As someone who has fought tooth and nail to remain true to himself, he understands the struggle of facing resistance to this

But the idea of it coming from within is somewhat foreign to him

Nonetheless, he’ll do anything within his power to make MC feel better

Will calmly, but firmly assert that MC is the only one who can determine their identity

It’s not about how they were born or raised, but who they know themself to be deep down

If it’s their gender dysphoria making them feel invalid, he’ll try and minimize it however he can

Need a different RAD uniform? No problem. Worried about being perceived a certain way? Anyone who stares at MC for too long or even dares to make a comment about their presentation is getting the Lucifer Death Glare.

Physical/body dysphoria? The Devildom has tons of temporary and permanent solutions for that, they can try whatever they’d like

It is vital for the success of the exchange program that all the students feel comfortable and well-accommodated

Also MC is very dear to him and he hates to see them suffering

Mammon

As soon as he notices MC is upset, he is READY TO FITE

Who’s been messing with them?!

What? They don’t feel like they’re really nonbinary? Are they questioning again, or—

Oh. Oh…

Well that’s stupid! What do you mean you don’t “look nonbinary”?! What’s there to look like? Humans are so weird about this stuff, look: you want to know what someone’s deal is, you ask! And their answer? That’s it! End of story, there ya go!

It’s not so simple in the human world, MC tries to explain

Mammon huffs and mumbles something about how it should be, but he can see this avenue isn’t making MC feel better

It seems whatever junk ideas the human world has about gender really gets into people’s heads…

Well, whenever Mammon wants to take his mind off of something, he opts for something exciting! Hitting the casino, making new plans that’ll definitely work this time, maybe even try and pull a prank on one of his brothers…?

But if MC just wants to cuddle and watch some mindless TV or play video games he doesn’t mind doing that either…

Leviathan

Levi knows, without fault, every single TSL characters’ pronouns and identities, if and how they change through the series, and between different media adaptations

He can (and will) list all the nonbinary characters like a gender Pokemon Rap, with special attention on those who match MC’s presentation and/or AGAB

(Not that AGAB is essential or even always available information, but dysphoria is not a rational creature, and Levi is very familiar with irrational emotions)

Would MC say that any of these characters aren’t really nonbinary because of how they look or how they started out? Then why are they any different?

But if something about their appearance is really bothering them, he might have a solution

Cosplay

Well, sort of

Crossplayers use all sorts of techniques to masculinize or feminize their appearance when necessary, and Levi’s pretty familiar with most of them

So if MC wants to try some out to see if it makes them feel more comfortable, he wouldn’t mind showing them! You know… if they’re… interested…

Also double-checks to make sure it’s okay that he calls them his “Henry” and assures them that it’s about the character’s role and personality, and not some sort of gender-based comparison

Unless... they like the comparison? andwouldliketocosplayasHenrytohisLordofShadows??

Satan

Who said this to you, MC.

Names. Now.

Boy gets frothing mad when MC explains it’s a societal and cultural problem, not an individual one, that fuels their insecurity.

If they don’t want to hear an hour long rant about the rich history of human gender expression and identity, they need to cut him off fast

If he could maim the concept of transphobia, he would

But alas, this is not a problem that can be solved (entirely) with violence

So he has to find other ways to show his support

Ask him about any notable trans, nonbinary, or otherwise gender nonconforming figures from human or demon history. He’ll happily tell MC all about them.

But, at the end of the day? In his opinion, there’s one person that shines above the rest

Someone who braved the longest odds, who persisted against the fiercest enemies and even turned them into their closest friends

Who saw others at their worst and sought to bring out the best in them…

*stage whispers* He’s talking about you

If there’s anyone who’s going to believe in the right to self determination and the irrelevance of your origins to your present identity, it’s Satan

And if anyone ever does try to tell MC that their doubts about themself are true?

Just give him their name and don’t ask questions

Asmodeus

So they’re worried about being too feminine? Is there such a thing?

If that’s the case, they can be “too feminine” together

Asmo’s gender nonconformity has earned him praise all throughout his life, so the idea of being ashamed of such a thing is alien to him

But he does know what it’s like to have an audience who expects a specific image from you

And the fear of disappointing them

But gender isn’t a performance

Well, it is, sometimes, poor choice of words: but it’s a performance for you

Asmo presents the way he does because it’s what makes him happy, same with the rest of the brothers

MC shouldn’t be any different

If they’re looking for a more masculine wardrobe or just want a change of pace, he’ll happily help them find clothes that make them feel more comfortable, but his main concern is that they know they’re free to wear what they’d like, act how they’d like, and it doesn’t change who they are

Whatever image they want to make of themself, he can get them there, but only if it’s because they want it, not because it’s what they think they’re supposed to be like, okay?

Beelzebub

When MC first confesses to Beel that they feel like they’re not really nonbinary because of their body, he kinda looks around and gestures as if to say “really? Down here?”

Has MC ever noticed that RAD doesn’t have gendered sports teams?

Yeah, if they separated people by something as irrelevant as gender or Diavolo forbid, sex, people would get seriously injured or worse

There are so many ways to be a man or a woman or a nonbinary person, and they’re not always what you’d expect

Some of Beel’s best teammates and scariest opponents look and act nothing like you’d expect them to

If they’re feeling disconnected from their body, Beel is totally down to work out with them, keep them grounded in all the good their body does for them and that they can do for it

And yes, also the good food their body lets them experience

He also definitely reaches out and gives their hand a lil squeeze if he ever notices them feeling down while they’re out together

He cares for them a lot and just wants them to be happy at the end of the day

Belphegor

Oh yeah, that’s one of the stupidest things about the human world

Belphie remembers being mistaken for a woman a lot when he used to visit the human world, and how confused he was when people got into such a tizzy over his gender

Why waste all that energy on something that doesn’t matter? If you must know, just ask the person and be done with it

It doesn’t matter what they look like

MC is MC

If they say they’re nonbinary, that’s good enough for him

If they don’t want to be touched, especially in certain places tiddy pillow naps, he might get pouty, but he’s all bark and no bite, he’ll respect their wishes

His approach to making MC feel better is more geared towards normalizing their identity

If he accepts it as a fact, then maybe they’ll catch on that people will respect them if they know what’s good for them?

Also, if they hear him mumbling about correct pronouns and punching transphobes in his sleep… No they didn’t. He’s not dreaming about them, he swears...

#obey me #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #om:swd #mine #my writing #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #tldr; they all love and support you!!!

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inviouswriting · 3 years

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We Are Happy For You.

Simeon x Fem!Reader

Continuation to my series.

Smut - with fluff and some world building.

You feel something touch your face, and you tug the blanket that covers you up over your face. There is a shift and the blanket is tugged down and the touch on your face repeats, a feather light touch. One that has you shrugging it off, you bury your face into the chest in front of you.

Instead of Simeon trying to tease your face again, you feel that same feather light touch along an ear. You press your ear to his chest, leaving the other exposed to his teasing. Simeon chuckles light, that usual one he emits when he is mischievous.

“Let me sleep! Simeon...” You weren’t on food duty for the morning, so that meant you could sleep in, till Lucifer called for you to join or miss out on a meal.

“Hmm... but I want to see your face.” You give into his polite demand, you turn your face to look up at him, snuggling closer into his side. Memories of the previous night earn a blush when you feel skin to skin beneath the blankets. You roam hands over his chest, you note he has really soft skin.

“There is my girl. You are stunning this morning.” You bury your face into his neck at his compliments.

“You’re being sweet again...” You mention, and Simeon hums happy at this, moving to tug you on top of him. You pull the blanket with you, leaving only your feet to stick out at the end. Simeon’s arms around your waist resting his hands on your back as you raise up propping your head on your hands to look at your angel.

“Can you blame me? I can do this everyday.” You simply lay on top of Simeon, your legs on either side of his almost straddling him but your waist sits a couple inches higher than his.

“Reminds me... how are you feeling Simeon? You mentioned..” Simeon sees the concern in your eyes.

“It’s a dull ache now, the worse of it has yet to happen.. I can trust you to be at my side when it happens?” You nod and press your forehead to Simeon’s nuzzling him affectionately. He hums when you rub his face and into his hair soaking up the attention you shower on him.

You begin to sit up and jump when you shift to sit on his lap. You eye Simeon, and he is sheepish casting his gaze to the side, his face flushing pink when you realize.

“Sorry, your hands just feel so good.” As you sit up fully, the blanket being shrugged off, you get a good look at your angel underneath you. His face still red from observing your nude form this way. You take mercy on him, your eyes roam over his torso muscular and toned from his arms and chest. You lean over him for your DDD to check the time, and note you still have enough time before anyone nosey would wander by your door.

“It’s okay, I like it that you are showing your desires more. Do you want me to take care of you?” You offer with a subtle push of your hips against his. You had shifted enough so that his erection was centered under your folds. The light grinding you do, he feels good rubbing between them.

“Please... I’ve been... wanting to do this before you were awake.” You press the flat of your hand to his face and let him lean against it. You lift your hips and Simeon reaches between you two to guide himself into you. A satisfied sigh out of the falling angel.

You make quick movements of yourself, raising and lowering to ride him. Simeon’s hands go to your waist guiding you to roll your hips to sink down on him further.

Simeon raises up enough to press kisses along your neck, nipping and moaning into the soft flesh as he wraps his arms around you. You allow him to adjust you both so you can wrap your legs at his waist and he sits in a way that feels so much more intimate. He is deeper, and you bury your face into his shoulder whimpering from how intense it feels.

“Endure me a bit longer my lamb..” You listen to him as he delivers a series of rough thrusts. One hits deep and you see stars.

“Simeon! Again there! Please!” He feels even better, and he notes that this spot he thrusts against has you drenching his cock in juices. You toss your head back at the pleasure washing through your body, Simeon watches you lose yourself to him. If you peeked at his face, his expression is lost in his own pleasure at seeing you so blissful, and him causing that feeling.

Your body feels alight, almost on fire itself. You felt so different in these last few sessions with him, you have been loving him with your entire being. Holding onto him, and he listens to you.

Simeon glides into you alot easier, and realizes you had cum on him. You didn’t even register you had done so, your body wanting more of the angel, even as he leans you down onto your back. He raises your waist and drives himself harder into you.

You grip the blanket beneath you as the angle Simeon has you in lets him hit your g-spot repeatedly. Simeon uses one hand to rub your clit as he moves. The motions he makes rolling his hips up as you meet his rocking yours back to feel his fingers circle and pinch light.

Your mind fuzzy and blank till your hands grip the blankets tighter and fully orgasm. A series of cries mixed with Simeon’s name, and panted moans. The gush of fluid against Simeon’s waist and how you clench around him tight making it hard for him to thrust through as he spends himself next to your cervix pressing as close as he gets.

Simeon sits down, still connected to you, he can’t pull free just yet till you relax. He enjoys the warmth surrounding him, but he enjoys the sight of you blissed out and panting even more.

When your mind comes back you look to your angel who smiles warm. You then feel embarrassed about how soaked your sheets are. You cover your face upon realization Simeon saw you lose absolute control of yourself.

“You are beautiful... you know that right? Don’t hide.” Simeon tugs your hands away from your face, he moves to lie on top of you. You feel his hands gentle as they tug yours, he sees how red your face is, and only kisses you sweetly.

“I... we... you... you saw me make such an embarrassing face..” You reach for the end of the blanket to cover your face creating a barrier between you and Simeon. He laughs at your shyness. You were not this shy the previous night or when you teased him with that apron.

“It is only me that sees you make that face too. Let me see you.” He cups your face, peppering kisses all over. It was your turn to soak up his attention he dotes on you. You adjust your legs a little and realize he is still connected. You feel your face heated up, and Simeon moves to pull out finally after you relaxed enough.

You both bask together a little longer before the time when Lucifer usually wakes up and roams occurs. You and Simeon steal away into a shower together, playfully splashing the other, and sitting together once you washed each other thoroughly.

You strip your bed of its covers and sheets to have them done later. You would ask Asmodeus for spare sheets, being one you trust for the reason “why” yours were soiled.

You get the message from Satan to hurry downstairs for breakfast, you and Simeon take a breath together before joining them.

“Simeon? I didn’t know you dropped by.” Lucifer comments, you sit next to your angel and the open spot where Beelzebub sits. Lucifer is fully aware of your relationship with the angel. He has spent his time warning you of events that can and may happen as a result. Other than that he does not meddle and lets you both experience love for yourselves.

“I came by last night, and stayed over.” He is honest, and Lucifer reads between the lines of what it meant. The few at the table, Satan, Beelzebub and Asmodeus. Mammon and Belphie have yet to arrive being late risers. Leviathan probably not at all, he was doing a raid night for one of his games.

“I could tell you everything you already know, Simeon. Just be careful and take care of her. She chose you, and we’ll do our best to protect you both from repercussions.” Lucifer says, and you both nod.

“Thank you.” You swat Beelzebubs hands away from yours and Simeon’s plates, guarding it with a spoon. Simeon leans against you, he felt warm to you, perhaps a little too warm. You would tug him aside later.

Asmodeus looks at you and Simeon, a knowing grin on his face. For why you both seem so tired this morning. You eye him weary, in warning. You expected more lectures from Lucifer about your relationship with Simeon. Yet he understood the place, he was probably the best one to talk to later about Simeon’s falling. Yet you wonder if he would revert back to being protective over Simeon or you to tell Simeon he is better off stopping to preserve his rank and grace.

Another thought creeps into your mind, what would Luke say to all of this. You were staring at your plate absentminded enough for Beelzebub to steal a few pieces of food before Simeon swats his hand with the back of a spoon.

The falling angel can tell you are thinking about the effects of what is happening, who you might be making angry, or disappointed. Simeon doesn’t chide you this time in front of others. Your feelings are valid in it, you and him both could face persecution, you more than him.

Satan looks between you two, keeping personal comments to himself, this was not the time to be sarcastic with such a serious expression on your normally smiling face.

Asmodeus on the other hand had moved his chair to the other side of you, and took up one of your hands to inspect your hands. Satisfied still with his color of choice. His touch broke you out of your thoughts, and you see him look to your eyes, a quiet hum in question. His eyes drift to your neck and you see the smirk on his face.

“You should come by my room before you head off to RAD. I have something for you.” He notes how many hickies are left, almost hard to believe that Simeon is capable of marking so much skin. Yet these were over the span of a few days when you had your sleepover with the angel.

“Okay, I need a favor anyways.” You smile back as Asmodeus leans on you and rubs his face to your shoulder. Needing the little bit of affection from one of his pact keepers before he sees Solomon to fill more of that need.

Simeon doesn’t mind the affection, specially when Asmodeus moves over to him to seek out head pats. Simeon lets Asmodeus lean on him, if you or him would ever be open to a polyamorous relationship the first that comes to mind is Asmodeus without question. That was a conversation for when you two decide to invite someone else into your intimate space. Right now that was not an option when you and Simeon still needed to explore each other and grow.

You had finally finished your food, letting Beelzebub take the remainder happily rather than keep fighting him off. You could always take a few more snacks from the cafeteria. Or Luke might give you something before class, he usually does knowing Beelzebub.

Soon you were seated on a chair in front of Asmodeus’ vanity with the lust demon tugging the collar down of your top. Simeon sat on the edge of Asmodeus’ bed watching the exchange.

“Simeon really went crazy here. He needs to be mindful not to mark your lovely skin so much.” You tilt your head so Asmodeus can apply a lotion to them to help ease the bruising left, and covers it with make up to avoid questioning stares from people who are not aware of your sexual relationship with Simeon yet. Asmodeus casting a stare over to the angel whose eyes were transfixed on a wall nearby. A dark blush on his face.

“He did, and I’ll make sure to have him leave them where... they’re not easily seen.” Asmodeus gives an amused hum, as he finishes the application.

“There that should do. Now you had a favor for me?” You look at his eyes, seeing the way they gleam.

“Um.. yes. I need some sheets for my bed...” You look away sheepish and Asmodeus catches on.

“Ah, until yours are clean right? I can give you a set I don’t care for anymore.” Asmodeus doesn’t need to ask, or pry further. He also rather just give you a set knowing that the nature of your relationship is much more intimate rather than expecting sheets he knows you and Simeon slept on together.

“Thank you.” You beam at Asmodeus, he goes through his closet and comes back with two sets. A deep blue and a cream colored set.

“I do have a request as a payment though. You must get me some wicked cupcakes from Barbatos. I absolutely love the ones he makes. He manages to make them with this lemon rose buttercream I just can’t get enough of.” Asmodeus clasps his hands together looking at you hopeful.

“I think that can be managed.” You look over at Simeon.

“Easy, I can give him more Celestial Pure Tea.” Barbatos can’t refuse that trade with it being a favorite. Asmodeus smiles warm, and sees you two out of the room after supplying the sheets.

You and Simeon go back into your room to make the bed, in time before you wander out to RAD together. After putting your blankets back on top, you find yourself snared by Simeon, and the falling angel walks you backwards till you fall on top of the bed with him over you.

“Simeon!?” A kiss pressed to your lips, and Simeon hugging you to him as he climbs over the top of you. You realize he is wearing the clothes he wore last night. He feels warm to your touch, and you smooth your hands up into his hair to rub. You feel along the sides of his head, feeling two nubs forming. You wonder when those started.

“Let me kiss you please. My head.. keep rubbing it please?” You let him do as he pleases, your hands massaging his head around the spots you found. Finding him pushing closer, he felt too warm, and you could feel him burying his face into the softness of your cheek.

“Are you hurting?” You check on him, and feel little kisses along your cheek.

“I won’t lie... it hurts alot right now. Your hands though... they feel nice right now... cold to my head.” You brush a hand on his forehead feeling it burning, you want to see his face, but Simeon keeps it buried into your neck not wanting you to see him grimacing or pained.

Your angel does turn his face to press repeated kisses to your lips. You reach a hand down the front of his abdomen, and he stops your hand from slipping below the hem of his pants.

“Later please. We’ll be late or won’t make it out of the room if you touch me now.” You look into his eyes, and see the blue irises taking an almost greener look to them. He nods to your question in your eyes that this is part of his falling. The pain and fever. The knots forming on his head were horns. Still hidden by hair, outward he looks no different. Unless you look closer to his face.

Simeon takes a larger breath of air, and sighs in relief, as the wave subsides. He needed your affection most, you wonder if he was slightly jealous of Asmodeus when he sought your affection. Simeon knows Asmo to be affectionate like that, but you are in a closed relationship with Simeon. You would remember to not do that in front of your angel as he needs you more.

Simeon gets up and helps you up pulling you into a full embrace. It feels different than his usual hugs, like he is afraid to let go, that you’ll slip away from his hands.

“May I be selfish?” You hear his question, you look up as his gloved hand touches the side of your face thumb rubbing your cheek affectionately.

“I think you are allowed to be.” You see him smile.

“Can I stay another night with you? I can’t face Luke tonight, I know... I’ll change tonight. I also need to tell him today. Will you help me break this news to him? Please... be understanding of his feelings, he might say some things that will be hurtful. I was in charge of him, and I let him down in a way.” You can see his eyes downcast at the idea of disappointing Luke this way. Simeon had been thinking about him as much as you have been. How will the cherub take it, with his feelings towards demons, and still growing to learn and accept them. This might undo everything Simeon worked for.

“Of course I will be there and you can stay. We should tell Lucifer first... and Diavolo.” You know you can’t hide the falling from Lucifer, he has already sensed it, he just wants you to tell him and not keep it secret, per your bond with the fallen. He wants you to seek him out when things are hard like this. Diavolo needs to know to be ready to barter with the heavens about Simeon. That Simeon belongs to the Devildom now, and as a resident to be safe from their judgements and possible try for execution. You are willing to give up returning to the human world as an exchange.

“Agreed... Diavolo last though? I need to prepare myself for talking with him.” Simeon lowers his head for more head rubbing. You run your hands through his hair and enjoy the little appreciative sounds out of him.

“You really enjoy this.” You see him light up with a blush.

“Well.. your hands feel so nice. They’re healing to me.” You keep your hands rubbing while Simeon takes repeated kisses, feverish ones, if you two didn’t have to make an appearance at RAD you would stay and be with him. Let him seek the comfort he really needs from you without prying eyes, questions about being late, or missing days because you are helping Simeon through a spell.

The last few kisses Simeon leaves on your lips leaves your head spinning, and you realize you two have been lost in time that you hear footsteps outside the door. The footfalls you know well in Lucifer’s.

“Don’t be late you two. You should get going.” You disentangle from Simeon and poke your head out of the door gazing up at Lucifer, he has his arms folded eying you weary.

“We won’t be late.” His eyes lower then raise to the crack in the door to see Simeon behind you with his ever present smile. Lucifer studying both of you.

“If you need anything let me know.” You look over your shoulder and open the door more for Lucifer, inviting him in. He sees the silent invitation and walks in. He looks Simeon over, the falling angel casts his gaze to the side, avoiding Lucifer’s scrutinizing stare. He was being read in his demeanor.

“It’s begun, hasn’t it?” His voice is not chastising, or sorrowful. Stating a fact, wistful almost.

“You can tell?” You question.

“Of course I can tell. I knew from breakfast.” Simeon raises his gaze.

“I figured you would tell me on your own time. When you could trust me with this information.” Lucifer approaches Simeon and places his hands on either side of his head. He feels the knots for horns, and gives him a head rub of his own.

“What do we do then?” Your question comes out trying to figure out how to help Simeon through the boughs of pain and fevers.

“The only things that can be done is, he repents and seeks out Michael, or he accepts his fall and we’ll just have to make room for him here in House of Lamentations. I want you to talk to Diavolo and Barbatos before you speak to anyone else about it. How many others know about it?” Lucifer asks looking at you.

“Asmodeus knows. I confided in him last night.” Lucifer nods slightly.

“He’ll thankfully keep something like this a secret. Now, go straight to Diavolo after here. He needs to know. The more you keep it a secret the worse it will be.” Lucifer instructs and you snap straight to attention at his words knowing it is an order to do so.

“Right!” Simeon nods, he wanted to tell Luke next, but Lucifer is right, the further he gets, the more it is hard to hide it from anyone. Luke would have to be told after Diavolo and Barbatos. Chances are like Lucifer they already know. Barbatos would without fail. Diavolo, it is hard to keep anything from him for long. He’s more like Lucifer, he wants you to come to him when you have problems and seek his consult out on your own than when things get worse. Such like the events of Belphegore.

You and Simeon leave together out of the room. Lucifer calls out to both of you.

“Whatever happens, know this. We’re happy for you. We’ll do whatever necessary to protect you both.” You give him a soft smile, before Lucifer shoos you off to go talk to Diavolo.

“One more thing.” You look over your shoulder, almost frustrated at being stalled longer.

“Yes?” You ask.

“Please be sure to keep the noise you make down at night. It was hard focusing on paperwork hearing you both.” Lucifer smirks when both of your faces turn bright pink. You were about to say something when Simeon ushers you out pushing you before anything more can be said.

You both prepare yourselves mentally to talk to Diavolo. You hope he will be understanding and helpful of your plights.

#shall we date simeon #simeon fluff #simeon angel #simeon x reader #simeon smut #obey me simeon #simeon x fem!reader #invi's obey me stories #lucifer obey me #om! asmodeus #asmodeus #obey me asmodeus #lucifer

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dexters-bluemilkshakes · 3 years

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i made “the 501st go to target”, “the disaster lineage goes to target”, “The Clone Wars Squad ™ (+Satine) goes to target”, and “The Rebels go to target” and now i give you:

The Original Trilogy Gang Goes TO Target:

R2: knows his way around from when anakin used to take him to target. the floor tiles are so sleek that when r2 rolls down them its a speed boost. needless to say, he speeds down every aisle he could find, cursing and ricocheting off of the shelves. the employees are too scared to kick him out. 3po has little success in calming him down, but leia says his name once and he quiets for the rest of the trip.

C3PO : poor 3PO. r2 drives him INSANE with his shenanigans. he is shuffling to and fro as fast as he can to try and stop his chaos best friend. cue: many distressed protocol droid noises throughout the day. he attempts to buy some oil bath things, but he got so chatty and nervous at the checkout that he never ended up purchasing it. (he wasn’t going to get that bath anytime soon anyway due to r2 not being able to sit still for more than two seconds and causing issues.)

after not purchasing his materials, he ended up drifting between people in the gang, helping them find the best deals and quality of materials. he’s more annoying than helpful tbh, but most people appreciate the effort.

Wedge: spends his time in the video game and technology sections. he likes playing with the display data pads they have out. he checks out the cool features and games they have available to practice with. he ends up buying a large lego set to do during all that hyperspace travel. he just hopes that it would get destroyed like the last one. (an incident that included luke trying to clean r2, r2 screaming and running in frantic circles, and a very small amount of space to do the running around in. im sure you can imagine the rest)

Luke: after wedge buys his lego set, luke finds him and they walk around together as luke shops for the many padawans he is training. luke buys leia and han a card and a box of chocolates for their anniversary. he’s garbage at giving gifts because that’s not a common thing on tatooine, so it was actually wedge and 3po who helped him pick it out. He of course buys some designer clothes and boots, because the skywalkers are nothing if not on-brand.

luke and wedge’s hands brushed against each other at one point and they both turned bright red.

when han went to try on a pair of jeans he liked, luke and leia immediately ran off. leia hopped in the cart and luke pushed her. cue: brother sister shenanigans until han finds them and grumbles something about how this was supposed to be his and leia’s anniversary that got interrupted.

Lando: dude tries on everything. he looks amazing in all of it, obviously, and he buys an array of many different items. lots of patterns and silk and belts and hats. luke helps him put together a few outfits at one point.

he flirts with everything and everyone he sees, including inanimate objects. han is the only one who isn’t aware that it’s a joke and it drives him insane. lando buys han and leia a gift card with over two hundred credits on it for a very fancy restaurant. leia is estatic because she and han don’t really go out to dinner much (see: they are fighting in a war and han is still probably a fugitive on a lot of planets bc smuggling). but han actually agreed to go when they opened the gift card.

He bought r2 and himself matching hats and if anyone tries to take it off either of them they lose their minds and/or screech at the offender.

Han: he came with leia because 1) anniversary and 2) he likes hanging out with his awesome space wife but he also really needed hair product. (funnily enough it’s the same type obi-wan used to use. luke couldn’t figure out why the Force was cackling around him and why r2 was as well.)

Han s a y s he wakes up with his hair looking this good, but leia shakes her head from behind him as he tries to sell that story. (Luke is still very confused as to what r2 and the Force find so funny.)

Han also buys leia every single thing she even mentions thinking is cool or cute or useful. His excuse is that he’s spoiling her from her anniversary but then 3po pops out of nowhere and says that odds are he would do it no matter what. (cue: han angrily yelling “never tell me the odds!” while leia grins and teases him. but once 3po leaves she kisses his cheek and han can’t remember why he was complaining in the first place.)

Leia: leia came to Target with a plan in mind. She was going to buy a microwave pizza and a movie, and she and han were staying in for their anniversary night. But of course, 3po insisted on coming with them, and r2 hadn’t been to target in years, luke needed supplies for his school of Force-sensitive children, lando called in one of his favors from han, and wedge didn’t want to be left alone.

So she did end up buying that pizza and movie for her and her husband’s anniversary, all while holding his hand and strolling down the aisle. But her brother was there, and so was his not-boyfriend-but-also-not-not-boyfriend, so was the weirdest but also funniest man she had ever met, and so were the two droids.

So yeah, walking down the aisles with Han wasn’t as romantic as she had hoped it would be.

But she was with family.

What could be better than that?

#star wars #sw #star wars original trilogy #r2d2 #r2d2 and c3po #c3po #wedge antilles #luke skywalker #leia organa #han solo #lando calrissian #happy #star wars feels #star wars found family #orginal trilogy #star wars ot

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hotdemonsummer · 3 years

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АД. НЕБЕСА. - a game by Solmare Lodge (a Pathologic / Obey Me! AU)

Have you ever considered angels, my friend? An angel is a nightmare. Their purpose is to instill primal, oppressive horror. I think if angels existed, they’d resemble a divine pillar of light — from the heavens to the earth. Devoid of anything remotely human.

Get a hold of yourself, Solomon. Inquisitors are people.

The town on the Devildom river, nestled inside the eastern Steppe is quiet place in the middle of nowhere. You are an academic from the Capital, invited to the town by a man you have never met, and you seek to discover what makes you so important. Shortly after your arrival, a deadly epidemic breaks loose in the town, and you are one of the few tasked with investigating the new plague. However, there is more to the Town-On-Devildom than meets the eye, and tangled web of intrigue and political deceit and impossibilities lies between you and the cure.

(backgrounds by Ice Pick Lodge, art/edits by me! zoom in on the dialogue scenes to read!)

More AU info under the cut

The Outsiders - the counterparts to Patho’s healers, all people called to the Town at the same time who work to cure the plague in their own ways.

MC, The Oblation - A blend of both the Haruspex and the Bachelor, they have both Artemy’s character arc and ideals (love, hope, grappling with the past vs the future) and Daniil’s newcomer status and resistance to the arcane. They receive a letter that claims to be from the Mayor of the Town-on-Devildom that begs for them to come. However, they find that the Mayor has been missing for some time, and that his son, Diavolo, is in charge of the town’s council. A councilman named Lucifer asks for their help in some matters with his younger brother, but they quickly come to to find the beginnings of a plague outbreak. Despite MC’s best efforts, it just seems like the Town-On-Devildom has sunk its fangs into them and refuses to let them go. In order to cure the plague, MC needs to find a way to make all seven brothers cooperate again while dodging the justice of the Capital’s inquisitor.

Solomon, The Theurgist - A blend of both the Bachelor and the Haruspex, he has Daniil’s composure, aloofness, and lofty ideals and Artemy’s status as someone familiar with the townsfolk and knowledge of things beyond the realm of science. Solomon is MC’s closest ally in solving the plague, although he tends to speak in riddles.

Simeon, The Eidolon - A mysterious man who appears with his young ward, Simeon is the closest counterpart to the Changeling. Simeon posesses a strange miraculous holy magic unheard of in the Town-On-Devildom, but this makes him all the more distrusted by the townsfolk. Never lies, but never speaks the whole truth. He and his ward are from a place both outside of and within the Town called the Celestium.

The Bound - MC’s bound, the seven brothers.

Lucifer - Councilman Lucifer is one of the three town leaders. He owns a house in town, his family home, but rarely stays there. He helps MC when possible, but his work during the epidemic to keep the town in check (and failing) leaves him unable to do much, and his loyalty to Diavolo comes above all else.

Mammon - A local conman who has run out of cons, Mammon is disliked in the town. Always penniless (though who knows what he spends it on), Mammon is in some debt at the start of the game with some of the local women, and MC is asked by Lucifer to make sure he hasn’t gotten himself killed. Luckily for him and unfortunately for the town, his debtors are some of the first plague victims MC finds. Likes to help MC, but not the most reliable.

Leviathan - Levi is the only one who can be found in the brothers’ family home, holed up in his room. He spends his days alone, disliking and fearing the company of others. Possesses particular insights into the town if you can convince him to tell you much.

Satan - Satan wants little to do with his councilman brother and was the first to move out, having a small home on the opposite side of town filled with his beloved books. Eager to help MC, but his bitter family ties hold him back.

Asmodeus - Another brother who moved out, Asmodeus considers himself a big fish in a tiny pond. It’s his home in which Solomon stays, and he extends to offer to MC, but is more concerned with protecting himself than aiding the two with the cure.

Beelzebub - Beel works as a local laborer, if only to have more money for food to sate his endless appetite. When the plague hits and food begins to be rationed, he is one of the best sources of trade as he’s desperate for any kind of nuts or beans MC can find, and will happy trade them any manner of drugs and ammo.

Belphegor - A key to solving the mystery of the plague, Belphegor was imprisoned days before the start by the council for objecting to their plans: release the plague that was sealed to bring the crisis with the Celestium to a head and force some kind of reckoning. Belphegor hates and mistrusts MC, believing them to be an agent oh the council. He will lie to and manipulate MC, and MC needs to find a way to get him to tell them what he knows.

OTHERS

Diavolo - The Mayor’s son, Diavolo is a kind and gregarious man who cares greatly for the townsfolk. He is the head of the council which formed in his father’s absence to govern the town. He offers advice to MC, but in truth he is responsible for the crisis as he saw releasing the plague from the earth as the only way to bring peace to the Town and the Celestium, provided either of them survive.

Barbatos - The third member of the council, Barbatos is a polite man who speaks in vague riddles. One never knows if he is helping or leading you astray. Does much of Diavolo’s hands-on work.

Luke - Simeon’s ward, a young boy who fulfills Clara’s role of standing around places and giving vague and often harsh advice to MC. Is trying his best to help but his manners need some work.

Michael - The inquisitor, sent from the “Capital” to oversee the Town’s fate. All chafe under his watchful eye. In truth, he is from the Celestium, and moreover he is one of the only ones aware that the world they live in is a simulacrum, a game. He’s basically just Aglaya.

The Icon and the Operator - The AU’s answer to the Executor and the Tragedian, and Karasu and the Little D’s, respectively. The Icons appear as figures in black tagged cloaks and beaked masks, safety gear from the towns factory as they become orderlies for the sick. Three bundles of herbs arranged to look like crow feet hand from each neck. The Operators are strange tall black-clad figures in hats, shrouded in miasma, representing a pawn in the games script and stand-ins for the characters. These figures exist outside of the world of the Town-On-Devildom and within the world of the game, often speaking past MC to the player.

#obey me #obey me au #patho au #SORRY THIS IS SO SELF INDULGENT BUT I WORKED ON THIS ALL DAY #I COULD TALK A LOT MORE ABOUT IT #my art

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atticsandwitch · 3 years

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Obey Me! Characters and an MC with chronic pain

More self indulgence

Lucifer

Is aware, thanks to Barbatos, but also respects your privacy.

Probably won't act like he already knows if you decide to tell him.

Can't stay by your side as much as he wants, but he works hard behind the scenes to make sure you're taken care of.

Makes sure the first aid cabinet is always stocked with pain meds.

Calls you in sick when you need to miss school.

Schedules your doctors appointments

Often tutors you to make sure you don't get behind.

Makes Mammon bring you your homework, Has Satan pick up your meds.

Still wishes he could do more.

The first to check on you in the morning if you wake up in pain and are late to breakfast.

Mammon

The first to know after Barbatos. He's always in your room going through your things, so he found your medications, aids, etc and tried failed to find a subtle way to ask you about them.

Is honestly amazed that you have to deal with that every day and still manage to do everything that you do for him and his brothers, and all with a smile.

Thinks you're a badass.

Whenever he goes on shopping sprees with Goldie, he buys you anything he sees that he thinks might help.

He doesn't know what it is, but it says its for pain, so MC might be able to use it!

It breaks his heart to see his human in pain, and he feels helpless, so he'll stay by you and stroke your hair during pain flare ups.

Hovers a little.

Always willing to lay in bed and have a Harrison Porter marathon.

Gets really good at wrapping your joints in compression bandages, braces, or kinesio-tape.

Leviathan

The resident Akuzon addict will actually research all the best products for coping with pain. He'll sort through reviews and find whatever sounds the most helpful.

He finds out when he invites you to an anime/gaming marathon and you decline, saying you're in pain.

Boy doesn't run, but he's at your door in three seconds flat and out of breath, trying to make sure you're okay.

Video chats, live streams, and other technological ways to hang out become a common option for the two of you, but he also sets up an area in his room just for you, where you can lay down and access anything you'd need to feel better. Tens unit? Check. Pain meds? Check. Heating pad? Check. Braces? Check. Ice packs? Check. The list goes on, MC.

Knows all your comfort characters/series, and incorporates them into his comfort strategies. "'You're amazing! I don't know anyone who could handle what you do every day!' That's what the die-hard gamer from your favorite anime would say in a situation like this, right?!"

Satan

Makes a point to do things for you before you can even ask him to.

Will get things for you, bring them to you, put things you've left out back in your room or where you'll easily find them so you don't have to go looking.

Always offers to carry things for you.

Reads up on whatever he can that might help.

Should we get Cerberus certified as an emotional support/service animal?

Obviously a good tutor when you need help with school.

Reads to you or sends you cat videos when you're having a bad day.

He's really good at reading people, so he's one of the first to notice when your mood starts to change due to the pain.

Makes the others aware whenever he realizes you're having a pain flare up.

The Devildom Museum of Art is suddenly offering virtual tours of all their new exhibits. Hmmm I wonder who could be responsible for that.

Asmodeus

The king of massages and back rubs.

Seriously, it makes Mammon jealous, so Asmo's always giving you back rubs in his room so Mammon can't butt in and demand that he takes his hands off you.

Always there to offer you a hot bath

Learns all about aromatherapy, and knows all the best scents for relaxation and pain relief.

Always buying lotions and massage oils to use on you, especially if he thinks they'll help.

Knows about all of the newest super food trends and encourages a healthy lifestyle and diet without being pushy.

Drink lots of water, MC!

Encourages you to take it easy, and to never feel guilty about taking care of yourself.

Seriously, Asmo will force you to take self care or mental health days if he thinks you need it. (Much to Lucifer's chagrin. Guess he's calling you in sick again.)

Beelzebub

Along with Belphie, he's very good at being able to read your mood and tell when you're starting to feel bad.

Likes giving you piggy-back rides and always offers to carry things for you.

Seriously, between Beel and Satan, you don't ever have to lift a finger if you don't want to.

Checks in with you often, but tries to make sure he's not hovering. He wants to help as often as he can, but doesn't want to take away any of your independence.

Gets really into physical therapy and learns all the best stretches and exercises to help you, but still knows that sometimes only junk food can make things better.

Takes it upon himself to bring you all your meals. He'll even pack you lunches, or go get your food for you in the cafeteria.

Knows all your favorite comfort foods.

Really just wants to hold you when you're not feeling well.

Probably the second best at massages after Asmo.

Belphegor

Prides himself on how well he knows you, and can tell when you're starting to feel run down almost before you can.

Takes it upon himself to learn your limits so he knows when you're pushing yourself and can distract you so you don't overdo it and wind up in pain later.

A little bossy, but his heart's in the right place, "Don't sit like that, MC, your back will hurt later"

Canonically already carries around stomach medicine for Beel, so he's definitely carrying pain meds around for you too.

Snuggle buddies for life.

As much as he enjoys/needs sleep, if you're having a pain flare up, he'll make sure to stay awake to stroke your hair and comfort you until you fall asleep first.

Tries to make jokes to make you feel better.

Doesn't seem like it, but he's a pretty good tutor too. He's used to cramming at the last minute.

Diavolo

Makes sure you have any accommodations that you may need. Online classes, extensions, extra sick days, you name it.

Checks in with you often, but won't say anything about your condition unless you tell him first. Will act like he doesn't know until then. But will sheepishly admit the truth if you find out and apologize.

Does anything he can to help magically as often as possible, but there are rules and limitations even for him.

All he really wants to do is take care of you and treat you to things. Anything at all that he can do to help, really.

Would pamper you within an inch of your life if he could.

Has the Little D's help you out with things all the time, but tells them to act like it's just coincidence that they're there and have time to help.

Lucifer and Barbatos both have to remind him that you need rest and he can't constantly be checking in on you. They roll their eyes whenever they see the Little D's approach you.

Barbatos

Was probably the one in charge of all the details of the exchange program, like transportation and background information, so he would have been the first to know.

Made Diavolo and Lucifer aware as part of his duties, but respects your privacy and wouldn't offer any details without permission.

Seriously admires your strength. It takes a lot to deal with pain every day.

Always has pain meds, braces, or other small helpful items on hand.

Does more for you than anyone besides Diavolo.

Diavolo and Lucifer both think it's sweet, and may tease him a little.

Solomon

Always has magic ointments and creams on hand, and gives them to you often.

Knows that weather can affect pain, and checks in on you when it rains.

Will take notes for you in class and bring them to you at the House of Lamentation.

Worries more than he lets on.

Does extra medicinal magic on you without your knowledge, but only if he knows it'll help somehow. Normally he has no problem experimenting on people, but he cares too much about you, and you've been through enough.

Simeon

Likes to cook for you when you're not feeling well and brings meals to you when you miss school sometimes.

Is really good at taking care of people.

Always there to listen, and very sympathetic.

Has to hold himself back from hovering, but having to remind Luke helps him.

Loves playing with your hair while he comforts you.

Forehead kisses.

Like Beel, he just wants to hold you and make things better.

Luke

Worries about you a lot when you miss school.

Simeon and Solomon have to remind him that he can't constantly call or check on you because you need your rest, but if one of them visits you, you can bet that he's tagging along.

You're so strong MC!

Making you desserts as we speak.

Would share his comfort items with you.

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could you maybe do seven minutes in heaven with the undateables? (minus luke obvs) thank you!!

The wait is finally over for the undateables!! Enjoy babes!

Lord Diavolo

Oh man was he excited.

He had never played this game before, and he was always down to learn a new human tradition.

Lucifer tried to get him to stay out of it but Diavolo showed no signs of backing out.

Upon being giddy about, he had no idea what to expect.

He had to have the rules explained one more time by Asmo just to be certain he didn't do anything wrong.

Fitting you both in the closet was a challenge. Diavolo is a rather large demon, like Beel, the fit was pretty snug.

Things were a bit awkward at first.

He made the first move though. A gentle arm found its way around you.

"I apologize for the lack of space. I hope you don't mind being so close."

You could hear his smile through the dark.

"I can sit, if that will make things easier on you?"

With that being said, you both sat. You ended up in his lap. Never did you imagine sitting in the lap of Devildom's prince.

He was rather comforting, warm, actually.

You could feel him shift to get closer, wrapping his large arms around you, drawing you in closer.

His breath ended up awfully close to your face before the door swung open to reveal you both.

Diavolo managed to get up carrying you effortlessly in his arms. No shame at all for having been so close to you.

Lucifer was both concerned and pleased that it didn't go any further than it had.

Barbatos

His face was flushed pink when he realized that you would accompany him in the darkness.

It wasn't everyday that Devildom's Lord's servant got any attention.

He was rather nervous, actually, though of course he didn't show it. It was his job to make sure everyone else was okay.

You could feel the tension that was built when you both entered the room.

Gently reaching out in the dark, you took his arm to pull him closer.

He was reluctant but followed through.

"I apologize for them picking me, I wasn't exactly prepared for such a situation."

Immediately you broke his walls down with a tight hug.

"Oh, t-this is unexpected, and rather pleasant."

It took him a moment but he melted into your touch. His hug was sweet, warm, reassuring.

"I haven't had such physical contact in quite some time. I do very much appreciate this."

You both just stayed like that as time ticked away, holding onto him like it would be the last time.

It was peaceful. Something he rarely got to experience.

When the door opened he was quick to jump back to being both poised and proper, a faint blush on his cheeks.

Simeon

Simeon was skeptical about being locked in a closet with you.

He wasn't sure what to expect really. But when you both entered the closet you could hear him chuckle, just a little.

Almost immediately his hands wrapped around you.

"I've wanted so badly to be able to hold you, little lamb. I just never imagined I would get the alone time with you."

Wrapping your arms around the angel in return, his face softly nestled into the crook of your neck.

"You're so warm. So comforting."

A gentle kiss landed on your neck.

A quiet gasp escaping your lips from the unexpected contact from such a celestial being.

Followed by arms pulling you closer.

Soft lips then made their way to yours. Delicate, and very heavenly.

His lips lingered on yours, tingling, making you want more of his sweetness.

"You taste rather delightful, dear."

He stepped back, praying and mumbling something just before the door opened, and he smiled, as if nothing just happened.

Everyone seemed to brush off the idea of him praying since it was natural to do as an angel.

The best part? He knew no one would believe you if you had told them he kissed you so intimately in the dark.

Solomon

He was pretty shocked to find out they were going to let him in a dark room with you.

It was actually Asmo's idea. His two favorite humans together made him so giddy.

Solomon was a bit nervous, but happy nonetheless.

When met with you in such a cramped space he blushed, cleared his throat, then used a little magic to help you both see in the dark.

When you looked at him he had a smirk on his face.

"I have an idea. What do you say we pull a little prank when time begins to run out?"

Unsure of his idea, but agreeing, you listened to him.

"I'm well aware that the brothers don't trust me. This may only be fuel for the fire but it may be funny. Hear me out. I say we act as if we are doing what this game is really for. Both you and I know that best. We don't have to do anything, simply make a little noise. The look on their faces when they open the door will be priceless. So what do you say?"

Oh boy, the lecture you were going to get after this would soooooo be worth it.

As time continued, it drew you closer to your final few minutes.

Then you both started. He was grunting, moaning your name, quite loudly, and very in character. You followed, moaning along with him, saying his name along with some dirty sentences to follow for effect.

You could hear the brothers outside trying to determine the best plan of action.

A minute passes and the door swings open, revealing you both sitting together fully clothed, laughing hysterically at the worried faces of the other demons.

A few of them had their hands up to prepare for what sight they may have seen. A few were angry. And then there was Asmo, who looked disappointed that nothing actually happened.

Despite the lecture later from Lucifer, it was worth every moment.

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The White Dove Pt 8 - Halloween

“It’ll take more than a desert to kill a Stark.” That was the comment you had given to Obadiah Stane who had called to try and proposition you to hand over the notes you could give them on fixing their system. One you said that when Tony got back could manage to fix himself as they changes weren’t that extensive. The wrong answer apparently, that had the man who said he would get back to you on different opportunities within the company you felt that you weren’t going to hold your breath for it to come up.

The one news you did get was an envelope addressed to you from Lt Colonel Rhodes that had you smirk at the $50 bill and a letter stating that if you ever did need a letter of recommendation to email him at the address included in the letter. Stating that even if you’d only met the once anyone who could make a puppy of a piece of machinery like Goliath in such a brief blip of time had clear proof of determination and character more than he could learn from a decade of friendship. Progress of your tip was shared alongside news that he would make certain that Stark would be made aware of all of this to try and make some right out of this fiasco of a competition you had been robbed of a surefire win. Fifty bucks wouldn’t last very long, but until payday you would make certain it lasted to fuel your nightly escapades as they popped up.

“Misique,” the name that was whispered in every dark alley and praised by the people of this borough who felt afraid for so long was hissed by a creature who landed right behind you.

From the crouched position you were in to watch your next target your body followed your head in its path to watch the towering figure of the black fanged creature with long tongue extended as it stated, “We are Venom. We have been searching for you.”

Around you mist rippled in the brightening of the yellow glowing sea of glitter in your eyes and braids as you said, “Take a number, I have my target for tonight. My dance card is free on Thursday.”

“We have found another door for better access.” Your head tilted and he said with a widening grin, “We are always hungry.”

Timidly a duo was formed and not a moment too soon as even The Punisher had to guide Luke Cage out of his trial retirement to help restrain the dregs of every baddie with a bit of impressive tech. All revealing a newly harnessed ability of yours to the public, bee formed clouds that you could use to run and slide around through the air between leaps and unnatural crawls up the sides of buildings you protected from the explosions the crime fighting duo set off as you crossed their paths.

…

“Pluto, we need to know what your Halloween costume is going to be.” The Coach said catching you in the hall on your way to lunch.

And out of the first thing on your mind since you had been looking into Greek mythology for a reference on a paper you were writing, you replied, “A white stag, for the Goddess of the Moon and the hunt, Artemis.” That had them grin and go to share there was obviously an unspoken mythical theme from all of their students that could make for an interesting show as you mentally through Buster had the hive get started on a new mask to be ready by the Halloween fair themed game coming up this Friday.

Thankfully for the performance you had a flowing partly sheer dress over an up to the neck covering leotard to match the others’ in varying shades just leaving the masks, possible makeup and hair styling to you all to complete the individual looks. Just leaving the outfit you would wear to school with the mask they wanted you all to wear all day like the band would wear theirs.

Every piece of your wardrobe hovered around your room in a swarm of bees who tried to help you piece a look together, that a, wouldn’t accentuate the new irritating growth of your chest measurements, and b, would pair well with a deer mask since you didn’t have the funds to go shop again without digging into your savings account. Already you had to deal with measuring yourself only to have to be measured again by the woman who didn’t believe you were accurate in realizing you had jumped from an a cup to an almost too small b cup requiring a new hopefully not so padded bra to keep yourself in order when you wore looser necked tops.

Puberty was already meant to be unbearable enough and as you fidgeted the top of your month old bra you tried not to huff feeling some skin pooling over the top hinting you would have to buy another larger one soon. There was no telling how you would end up looking when it was all over and on new dull aches through your bones as you tried to sleep you hoped to be reaching a growth spurt soon to at least explain the pain for a good reason than the obvious thought that your body was dying at an accelerated rate. Thankfully your clothes had been pinned and subtly tailored with easy to remove stitches to grant more room to grow in sparing that much from draining your wallet at least. So you just had to find the right look.

Low necked and even on you a short white knitted dress had you smirk and lift it over a bold pair of grey high waisted heavily pocketed pants. Over the back and groin of the pants laid the layers of the skirt on the dress that hung longer in the back on each layer to match the slopes on the ends of the long sleeves. Clearly a grey leather vest would be added to complete a more steam punk look that with a few long chain necklace accents draped down your chest and back could add to the effect of the shrug that had white and silver accents that would let you wear your peep toe high heeled booties that tied across the top joining the sides that had stud accented cutouts and had a polished heel.

Already you had attached a lovely silver ribbon to the back of your new stag mask that would mime a snout over your nose and branch up to the fake ears that would stick out on either side of your head underneath the pair of antlers. All white except for the silver elegant swirls that from the outlined heart above the bridge of the nose to stretch out across the cheeks, snout, ears and the base of the antlers. A suitable replacement now that you couldn’t be a bee as you had originally planned and very well might not be able to be ever again. That belonged to Misique from now on. And to keep from being mistaken for her you had to keep that barrier between your two halves amongst other things, like the sudden zing of pain in your left thigh that had your bees fill your closet again so you could curl up in your heated blanket to try and dull the pain.

“Look who’s been hiding in baggy layers,” you heard from behind you and with a hand out you stopped Greg from charging at Harry Osborn who had crept around the halls to come up on the side of your school’s bleachers to be near to where your team was waiting for halftime.

Back at him you looked saying, “Do not speak to me like that. I will castrate you.”

Lowly he scoffed and replied, “Don’t be like that. We both know-,” a groan left his lips in a drop to his knees when with the back end of your flag you caught him in the groin in the call for halftime and your team to file onto the floor as the basketball teams filed off to claps and cheers.

When you came back to the sidelines he was there again looking you over to say, “You hit a man with an arm in a sling.”

Steadily your eyes locked on his and the smirk across his lips faltered as you spoke plainly so only he could hear, “And I’ll break a little boy in half if he dares to speak to me again with anything but respect.”

“Respect is earned,” he fired back cockily.

“And you’re doing a piss poor job of being worth any right now.”

“You love me,” he said and you shook your head, “We’re going to be Mates, you’ll see. Then you won’t be able to be rid of me ever.”

“Fruit flies like you are a dime a dozen, you lack the substance to get caught in a hound’s teeth,” you said taking a seat again on the floor deliberately speaking to Greg to keep him from beating you to the literal punch on this smug brat’s face.

The rest of the evening after getting his team’s bulldog mascot to pee on him and in his try to follow you home in his father’s convertible spoiled by a flock of birds splattering their lunches and dinners over the interior of the backseat and its passenger that had him drive off as you walked home alone. Breaking off his tries to convince you his father hadn’t shut up about you since you’d met, clearly with a hint of irritation that was pitifully restrained from the boy who obviously wanted his father’s unflinching approval.

And leaving you with excitement on the next day when you got to head into school in your costume and see what this rumored fair theme would be like to see if it matched up to the yearly ones you had gone to as a child with your parents. It was going to be a day and evening of celebration as news had come in, Midtown was back in the parade again his year.

“I don’t give a damn what Stane thinks he can slap the Stark name on to sell, he can go and pitch his new glider demo to Japan! Rhodes!” The General in the room barked making the man himself step forward from his group huddle over some schematics.

“Yes Sir!”

“You go and find that Pear girl and you see what she can come up with. If Stane won’t build it then we’ll have her meet with our own engineers and supply the materials she needs. Ample metal allies we have will jump at the chance for a direct payday on a new mystery product.”

“Yes Sir!” He said with a smirk at being able to check into what you could come up with finally.

Down the sides of your head you arched braids that fed into a chunky braid down the top of your head to not have a mohawk. At the ponytail you cinched the braid you split it into smaller braids and one medium one you wove together for an interesting spiral pattern all the way to a final hair tie. The mask would be enough to have to deal with so it was a must to keep your hair pulled back completely. School had said that masks were welcome as long as they were appropriate and didn’t jingle, due to a bell coated fiasco the year prior who annoyed everyone who came across them. And the braids helped to help the ribbon sit comfortably to not slide around for stability for the mask. The real task was to not light up your hair or eyes due to habit of wearing a mask on your nightly prowls. A final check of yourself in the mirror was taken before you grabbed your bags and were on your way out.

You certainly got a constant stream of looks on your walk to the final turn when a sudden stream of fellow costumed teens seemed to drop right out of thin air to flow with you into the open school with a panda dressed guard on watch. Mainly to double check props by school rules and add to the ‘chest of confiscated stupidity’ as written across the clear dumpster sized box they could claim the items at the end of the day on their way out.

Comments streamed all day throughout the school to everyone on choice of topic to impersonate to the end of the day when you changed your clothes and filed out in your flowing costumes for the first masked trial run for tonight. A large lot near to the school had been secured as it had every year to lure in bodies for a mini carnival for this Halloween mingled celebration. For a few hours the routine was perfected before the home game that had the bleachers in the football field filled for the game.

Grant Ward, on the side of Pierce walking with the assistance of a mechanical body brace to help his balance in this first try to walk again, approaching Mariah Hill in the hall as she waited on the elevator asked, “I hear you have quite the interest in youth football lately.”

That turned her head to allow her a visual sneak of a check in how stable Pierce was growing to be by the day since those thorns had been removed.

“My cousin’s kid is on the marching band. Got booked for the Turkey Day Parade. You going to watch the parade?”

Wade shook his head and in the shift of her gaze to Pierce’s he answered, “I don’t watch the parade. Going to spend the holiday with my daughter and her family.”

“Should be a nice change,” Mariah said and glanced at May who in the open of the elevator doors entered the metal box.

Ward spoke to his ex asking, “What’s this I hear about your new obsession with flag twirling?”

“Is the confusion on the flag part or the combined efforts of artistry and synchronized group sports?”

“Why would you like flag twirling?” Ward asked in Mariah’s stroll to her friend’s side.

“They also work with rifles as well.” She said timed to the close of the doors as she stole her own look at the exasperated Pierce who was nearing the cusp of his energy he had to spend for the day. “What’d he say about the parade?”

“Never watches apparently. Or at least he says so.” Mariah answered. “Managed to get free tonight so you don’t need to fill in.”

“Oh I’m going.” May said making Mariah look at her, “Coulsen too. We aren’t missing the fair.”

“We can’t all go.”

“And you can’t do recon while with your family. It’s a fair, kids get snatched at theme parks and carnivals all the time. We’re not going blind on this one.”

“You got a point.” Mariah said with an accenting nod, then smiled in asking, “You see the satellite footage of her flight yet.”

“My statement stands. I love her and I want twelve of her. Can’t wait to see what they have for the theme this week.”

“Ricky said it’s a mythological theme.”

“Hope there’s a beheading.” May whispered in the split of the doors to let more people inside and disturb their conversation as Mariah had to bite the inside of her lower lip to not laugh.

Both the band and Color Guard filled the field and with lines of scattered flags that twirled between lines of the band to the sassy tune splits of the lines would reveal each of the chosen main dancers with rifles who would act out the story of those mythological characters to the song. Lights held by those who would dart around the one being focused on would help to direct focus, especially helpful in your bit where as the Goddess of the Hunt you had your rifle and as your Coach said you tossed that up as high as you could for a gravity defying set of moves.

Miming spinning doors back to back with others you came in and out of focus distracting the male dancers with flags who were trying to get glimpses of you through flags and band members. Up over your head in one handed holds with arches of your and his body each male dancer pretended to be bested before you would catch your rifle leaving them on the ground. Meanwhile each flight away you would steal their flags that around your necks, waist with a securing anchor of a bent leg and torso with bent arms the flags would ease down your body in your spin away into the reforming lines with just sight of the again upright flag to help you blend back into the hidden dancers until your tone was up and the next story would kick on.

“Oh wow,” Rhodes said turning Mariah’s head to not only see him but Fury on her right, the latter who was sipping on his drink through a straw while his funnel cake cooled a bit.

“When did you get here?”

“Bit ago, before they went on, wow, this is pretty good for some upper city kids, don’t usually see this much flavor up North for band performances.” Rhodes answered and asked, “You know why May and Coulsen aren’t sitting with you? They’re way up over in the back of the cheer section.”

“We’re pretending we don’t know one another.” Mariah said making him look at her a moment when the performance ended to raucous cheers for the other band to have their turn. “I’ve talked to her, be too obvious if they sat with me and started talking to her too out of nowhere.”

“This still about the mystery threat thing?” He asked.

Fury said, “Plausible deniability, Rhodes. Enjoy your popcorn and the rest of the game, we’re off to the fair after this and I’m gonna get me another funnel cake and one of those churros.”

Mariah asked, “Fury didn’t bring you?”

“No, General wanted me to ask Pluto what she designed for the contest. They hated the glider idea Stane sent over.”

Fury said with eye fixed on the field, “Stane is not gonna take to that well.”

“Well we’ve got enough supply connections to make what she designed on our own. And finally give our engineers something good to work on aside from new shades for body armor vests and harnesses. Besides, with that code she gave us to hunt down hideouts in mountains she’s gained enough trust and time to at least hear out what she can come up with.”

To the end of the game they waited and with a grin Rhodey alongside Fury met you on the way out of the field as you eyed the delivery man who had been aimed your way. A shake of your head was his answer to if you would accept the first of what would be gifts from Harry Osborn to buy your friendship and attention to prove his assumption he was your Mate. The delivery man didn’t care one way or the other. And when the other two men approached you to the shift of your hand drawing a bit of attention to your golden arrow topped white painted nails in the adjustment of the straps on the bags slung over your shoulder that shifted the sleeve of your sweater when they settled again.

“Lt Colonel Rhodes,” you said to the familiar face in the duo, “Something wrong?”

“No,” he said with a shake of his head, “In fact the General wanted me to come down and tell you that he wants to hear what you had designed for Stark.”

“But, I didn’t even make the short list on consideration. All Stane wanted was a copy of my notes on overhauling his flight system.”

“This offer is not from Stark Industries but the Air Force itself.”

“Oh,” you said and asked, “Do they do that?”

“When someone pulls off a show of intelligence the way you did in Goliath’s code and then the change to the flight readings afterwards, had to make sure we got at least a taste of that before anyone else tried to replicate it.”

“I partly thought they’d be glad to be rid of me after the show I put on.” You said making Rhodey chuckle as you glanced up at Fury who finished off his drink. “I saw you online, you were with Captain America when he woke up and caused that stir in Times Square.”

“Nick Fury,” he said offering his hand that you shook. “Glad to meet you, heard about you from Morita, we go way back, served with his dad in Korea. I was in town and I never pass up on a good chance at fair food. They got funnel cake, you like funnel cake?” He asked in the retraction of your hand that had let on his pulse had spiked oddly within the last bit asking about food.

“I don’t think I’ve had any before.” You answered.

“We’ll get you some at the fair, you are going?” Fury asked.

“I told Greg I’d meet up with him and the guys after I dropped off my bags. They said I could add them to one of their parents’ trunks but sometimes there’s work emergencies and people have to leave.”

“We can walk you there and back, have some time to chat about your idea.” Rhodey said and you flinched out a nod and moved to take a step to lead the way with the both of them on your left and Rhodey being the closest to you. “Please tell me it wasn’t a glider,” he said making you smirk.

“Actually it’s a new twist on a DC-3.”

“Nice,” Rhodey said. “Jet adaptation?”

“Sort of, it’s actually meant to out perform any jet in production.”

“And Stane turned that down?” Fury chuckled to himself, “Stark will be pissed when they find him.”

“Well, he never asked what I thought up, just for my code notes. I’m sort of, old fashioned, I can’t stand modern styles, and there’s something about the classic lines a DC-3 has, plus there’s more room.”

“Don’t fix it if it ain’t broke my CO always said in basic. Got pushed out of a good deal of that model in my service.” Fury said stealing a glance your way around Rhodey who grinned at the shared memory.

Rhodey asked, “How exactly do you beat a jet engine?”

“Kinetic energy.”

Fury asked, “Like when you zap yourself from dragging your feet?”

“Sort of, it’s an engine that once started powers itself continuously,”

“I thought all planes use kinetic energy?” Rhodey asked.

“Yes, but not kinetic engines, they use combustion engines, this one doesn’t. Might be a bit hard for others to wrap their head around, down to the solar skin for the wings and tail flaps.”

“Solar skin,” Rhodey said to himself trying to imagine what you had in mind until you brought out your phone to use that to show the duo the basic schematics model while waiting to cross a street. “So, you’re keeping the propellers?” he asked pointing to the wing internals you had been trying to simplify down to a ten minute walk.

“They’re not propellers.” You said and his brows arched up in confusion, “Arguably, they look like propellers but they are there to ground the engine.”

“How would that affect the flight if they don’t spin? That would create drag, right?” Fury asked and Rhodey nodded.

“They do spin, not in the way traditional propellers do, actually they can switch direction depending on what maneuver is being performed and help to keep the engine from overworking itself while retaining the field around the plane.”

“Field?” they both asked together.

“A side effect of the way the engine works makes the skin repel projectiles.” You said causing their mouths to open, “Granted there’s a Death Star weakness if you launch a warhead right at the spot, but I’m working on that, it takes some tweaking, minor adjustments to the chin to have that mechanism moved to a deeper spot to not have the risk of implosion if hit.”

Fury, “You said implosion?”

“Yes, if the weak spot were to be hit it would essentially fold in on itself when the engine gets unstable.”

“How likely aside from the weak spot is it that the plane would implode?” Rhodey asked.

“As long as there is a maintenance schedule upheld and the swap of a few belts and fuses then it shouldn’t. Essentially the only time aside from being targeted in its weak spot would be the installation process. It has to be followed exactly with no adjustments to the schematic or, well, there will be a crater where the shop once was.”

Fury, “Sounds like a nuke.”

“I know I’m not exactly painting a decent picture but someone once pitched the Hindenburg and we all know how that went,” you said making the duo smirk. “There’s danger in building it, but if you follow the guidelines and no one tries to change anything it would be one of the most reliable craft you could have, no different than building warheads or grenades.”

“Sounds incredibly unique, for sure, have you thought much on projectiles? I know the General will ask.” Rhodey said and wet his lips looking you over in your hop up onto the curb on the other side of the street.

“Well it can be fitted with a basic set of guns on the wings near to the base and under the belly for a hatch, that would be easy, my main attention actually went for a defense for the weak spot actually over adding guns, since anyone can do that.”

“True, we could certainly come up with some ideas for guns. And we can let you focus on the defenses.”

“I’ve already gotten a decent one in schematics. OWLS.” You said and his eyes narrowed a moment as you brought up the schematics. “It’s an acronym, partly. Most jets now have flares to help deflect warheads.”

“True,” Rhodey answered looking over what looked to be metal puffball owls mixed with small rockets for shape on the first image.

“They look like metal owls but when a warhead is detected they are shot out like flares are but upon contact they expand to coat the warhead entirely and then detonate the charge inside itself to cause what looks to be a two second black hole,” you said making the two let out a stunned chuckle in amusement. “I was tempted to name them Blackhowls,” you said making them chuckle again, “But that might not be taken well by the military.”

“And these are easy to make?” Fury asked.

“Yes, it’s an adaptation of nano-tech that has an expanding metal that reacts like a combustible hungry parasite. And like grenades and warheads they’re a one use tool but they are cheaper to replace than phones and not harmful past the threat of an electrical shock from the grounding of the tail to help with the navigation and sensors for warheads.” You paused a moment then added, “Even if they don’t like the plane I was hoping to share these at least. I’ve been looking up schematics on war injuries and the highest percentile are from IED’s,” you said making the duo nod in your glance up their way in another turn of a corner.

“These OWLS you can launch from a plane or you can modify them into a sort of flare gun, smaller of course, but you fire them, either at, let’s say someone uses a rocket launcher on a base you could use this to greatly lessen the explosion to a huge gust of wind,” you said parting their lips again. “Or you can fire it down a street and it emits a sort of sonar, because I’ve been finding a great deal of supplies used in devices reported and sold on black markets actually set off a pulse, then they chase down any device that is buried or alert to where the signal comes from before they can detonate. And like the air born ones they can absorb and detonate them safely. So it could actually help a good deal of the bomb squads and soldiers in transport or monitoring city bases.”

“And these are cheaper than phones too?” Rhodey asked with excitement.

“Oh ya, I mean, I’m 14, but these would be more trusted to use from a kid I would guess, and easier for them to test again and again then mass produce to ship out and put into use.”

“Definitely we will be all over this. In the very least,” Rhodey said then looked to Fury who added, “Blackhowl would be a kickass name for the new DC-3,” making the former chuckle to himself and nod to you in agreement.

“It would.” Rhodey stated and looked up as you reached your stoop. “We’ll wait down here for you.” You nodded and trotted up the stoop to the front door you unlocked and eased it open to get inside leaving the two to stand in amazement about the ideas you had showed them. “This gonna endanger the kid?” He asked realizing how much more attention you would be getting from this, especially from the military and especially press when this project came to public knowledge.

“Don’t think so, but I can certainly see how she and The Purge bonded.” That had Rhodey look at him wide eyed a moment. “She got snatched up by the Kingpin a while back and The Purge helped her out of his tower. They’re both crazy brilliant and nobody seems to be able to get a full picture on either of them.”

Rhodey asked lowly, “She knows Misique? You don’t think she’s-,” Fury shook his head.

“Nah, Pluto’s been accounted for during each attack inside her place, that was one of the first thoughts. Pluto can kick some ass, fight like nobody I’ve seen before, I mean she could probably give Widow a run for her money, but that Misique, I can’t figure out what the mask is for. Unless like my eye she’s got something she wants to hide, side effect from an experiment or something. Banner turns green and grows, maybe she, grows scales or fur, or I don’t know, her skin peels back and she sprouts tentacles.”

“That’s terrifying,” Rhodey said, “Please stop, I don’t need nightmares. I saw Davy Jones in the Pirates films and I had dreams of suction cups on my arm for weeks. She, probably just has a day job, or something. And you’re sure no one else is up there?”

“Oh no,” Fury said, “No, thermal scans show nobody else has been in since a stop by the Swedish Ambassador and his lawyers who most likely found out she’s alive still and became a citizen here. Our girl keeps to herself, works hard. Only fault she cuts her toast diagonally.”

Rhodey chuckled saying, “You got to get over that toast thing, man.”

“I will not and you can’t make me see reason on this.” Fury retorted playfully and looked up again when the inner door opened again and revealed you with tomato in hand that already had a bite taken out of it while you chewed showing that you were eating the odd choice of snack. Once through the heavier door you opened with a shove of your upper arm against it to fake its weight against your size for the two men on the sidewalk atop your palm the tomato was adjusted to take another bite.

When you reached them you said after swallowing your mouthful, “Found my tomato. Was gonna add it to my lunch, set it down and forgot where. Gonna lose its zing tomorrow,” you say taking another bite, subtly slurping the spill of liquid and seeds that came with it.

Rhodey said, “Texture thing, right? My daughter has a weird system on fruit and vegetables, Doc said she might grow out of it but it really does change the taste of sauces from what I can tell, the rest is just odd.”

“Children actually have more taste buds than adults,” you explained, “Part of why kids are considered picky eaters. I’m actually keeping a record on how food changes over the years for me.”

“Sounds like fun,” Rhodey said with a forcefully pleased tone.

“Not particularly, but it doest fill the time during food prep.” You said with a forced grin. “You, really wanted to spend your evening at a fair?”

“I could use a night out,” Rhodey said only for Fury to add, “I certainly could.”

Talk on projects you had done for school filled the walk to the fair where fellow students were pleased to see you and guided you to more fun stops along the way. A few game booths and snacks were bought while the guys split from their parents to help you have a fun hour until their parents had to take them home for their own morning plans. “They have some booths over here,” was shared and to look at the few trinket selling booths.

“Here, you could use this,” a woman with a cross adorned booth held up a cross on a chain in your path. “Light a beacon for Our Father on this night of heathens.”

“Oh, um,” you said lowering your foot from an attempted step the guys who were at the next booth already took back themselves to see why you had stopped. “I’m not Christian,” you said while Chester in your hair let you know your fellow Norseman teacher Max was making a path straight for you urging Rhodey and Fury, who were off fetching more snacks, to pay attention to see what might be going on.

“I have some Jewish stars as well.” She said lowering the cross to lift another necklace from her supply on display.

“I’m not Jewish, either,” you said and held back an urge to flinch when Max’ hand came to rest on your upper back.

And in Swedish he spoke to you, still knowing enough of your language even in his years of letting his practice slip since leaving Norway, “Move along, Pluto. This woman is no good. Do not let her poison this evening.”

“Don’t let that Pagan poison you! They sacrifice women you know!” She shouted earning a glare in return from you. “The path of the righteous is to pull the weak from darkness!”

That had you stop and turn to face her and say, “The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and goodwill, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. Ezekiel 25:17.” Her lips parted and you said, “I read the bible cover to cover and it offered no comfort on why Ragnar Lothbrook would abandon the halls of his fathers to appease his Christian companions. Only the willing are granted the chance to offer sacrifice, anything less is an insult to the gods. Your ignorance does you no justice and will not win you my soul, leech.” She scoffed at the insult and watched you turn back to join the others while she found the ability to begin shouting obscenities to the point two guards nearby came to escort her out of the fair for causing a disturbance.

Max at your side chuckled and lowly complimented your response and stated, “That woman keeps weaseling in each year and gets escorted out each year.”

“Only argument they have is human sacrifice, every time,” you said, “Same as limiting Buddhism to an argument on reincarnation and nothing else.”

One of the guys said, “My uncles are Buddhists, nonstop about films of monks handing out flowers at the airports when they come for holidays. I get it totally.” Your beliefs amongst the group was no secret and had been a sort of adventure for them to learn about your culture a bit to help gain some common ground as you had studied up on things they mentioned.

Like you had called it soon enough parents came to claim their kids, Greg out of them made sure to remind you, “Party at my place, don’t forget.”

“I’ll be there, already have the cake recipe ready.” You said gaining a round of hugs from him and the twins and the others on their way home. Alone a final few games were won with small prizes of colorful wooden animals you could add to your decorations.

A hand reaching out had Coulsen and May close in as you gripped your locket and parents’ wedding bands to keep the strange woman from touching your heirloom. “How much do you want for that necklace?” She asked and you glared up at the clearly affluent woman bent on always getting what she wants. “That would go perfect with my pearl and ruby chain flower earrings.”

“Not for sale.” You said winning a glare from her in return.

“I want that necklace, name your price!”

“Not for sale.”

She scoffed and said, “That’s ridiculous, that thing is clearly old, can’t be more than fifty.”

A rather studious looking man in a tweed jacket had been seen wading in and out of your line of sight all evening since first having seen that locket for himself. “This locket has been in my family for generations from my ancestor who fought at Queen Lagertha’s side, given to her by the Goddess Frigg.”

She scoffed again and the man said, “My dear child, there you are,” a gentle gesture of his hand to the side allowed you to ease aside as he glared at the woman who seemed to be on the receiving end of a mental jab who turned away to go who knows where. When you were alone the two agents kept at a distance with Rhodey and Fury on parallel pathways behind you, the new stranger lowly said to you in Swedish, “I apologize that woman, some people are merely blind. Clearly a piece from Asgard, and from the Queen herself is priceless. I am so pleased to hear you know the history behind the piece.”

“How, how do you know the history?” you asked lowly, folding your fingers around your small animal trinkets now pressed to your belly.

“I am from Asgard,” he said in a quick chuckle, “Elliot Randolph, on Midgard, I no longer associate with my former name.”

“Did Heimdall send you?” That had his brow arch up in confusion, “He, said, we’d talk again?”

“I apologize, but no. I am a Beserker, I live here in exile, self imposed of course I no longer wished to partake in the bloodshed. I saw your photograph online and wished to check if you knew the history of that piece as it is quite powerful.” Subtly your lips parted as he said, “Such a seeing glass inside of a locket, capable of tearing the mind from the body within corrupt souls who yearn for such pieces given with such an honest intention to those who bear them. I am pleased it is safe with you, and if I might say, as for what Heimdall has planned for a new meeting, had he given his word he will keep it.” You nodded and he asked, “Can I, ask when you met, or why? Travel is quite restricted to Midgard since the split of Beserker forces when I arrived here.”

You shook your head and said, “I, was having a panic attack. He told me he was issued by the Norns to tell me I was emerging.”

That had his lips part and he raised a hand to timidly tap his fingertips to your upper arm, “That has not occurred in a millennia, quite painful, I hear. And I must say, welcome, should you require aid or feel targeted, I will give you my card. I am a Professor, Histories and Mythologies depending on my lifetime at the moment.” He did offer you his card and with a grin he said, “For now, clearly you are being followed, I will not trouble your shadows more with questions on me. Stay strong and trust the Norns will guide the way.”

“Thank you,” you said accepting the card he pulled from his pocket you eased into your own pocket then paused at a booth for scarves when he strolled off on his own aloofly.

“You-,” Morita out from behind a rack of scarves eased and when he spoke you flinched back a step widening his eyes a moment, “You okay?”

“Yes,” you let out a quick chuckle. “Just, woman who tried to touch my locket.”

He nodded as you stepped back and asked, “That man seemed nice, gave you his card?”

“Ya, he’s a Professor of Mythologies and has found jewelry pieces like mine in his research into Norse myths.”

“So, there, are actually more like that?”

You nodded, “Not many, rarely gifted, so he has been collecting them.”

“He didn’t try to buy yours, did he?” He asked protectively.

“No, he heard me tell the woman its history and offered his card in case I wanted to hear more on his pieces he’s found.” Your eyes shifted over his face in his next calculating nod, “I am okay, just trying to not buy a scarf I don’t need.”

With a grin he replied, “I can see that. Did you want a ride home, it is getting late?”

“I should be okay, looks like Lt Colonel and Mr Fury are making their way back to me.” You said making him smirk in noticing the duo clearly on their way over when he noticed them in a sort of sign to come over. The pair did walk you home again and on that walk a planned day to be taken out to meet with the General and a team of military experts amongst engineering and aviation would hear your pitch on your Blackhowl adaptation of a DC-3.

Pt 9

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Hope you guys are enjoying it and if you don’t mind let me know what your thoughts are. Tons more adventures coming up now that Venom is involved and new faces coming Pluto’s way to mingle in both of her lives. :)

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#James Rhodes #Halloween #Big Performance #The Fair #Venom #Nick Fury #Mariah Hill #Design Plans #Not Propellers #Blackhowls #Elliot Randolph #Dean Morita #Marvel #Escaped Child Assassin #New Life #New Plans

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cute-angi · 2 years

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After I posted the very short fanfic for Professor Layton, I received several requests.

Apparently I write requests now!

One idea I really wanted to try and I was very motivated to write it!

I have little experience with headcanons, but I did my best!

Request: i was wondering if it would be possible for you to write headcanons for descole and an s/o who is part of Layton's team, but they feel excluded because of his attention to Luke and emmy. they solve many puzzles before anyone else. and Descole recognizes how smart they are, so they change sides? like your writing by the way.

A prelude to the epilogue - A Descole x Reader Story

"Dear Professor Layton..." you began to read the letter written by none other than the famous opera singer Janice Quatlane.

You didn't know that she had been a student of the same professor you have been traveling with for such a long time.

At first you were glad that you weren't the only one who was now working with him on these difficult cases. Along with you, his apprentice Luke and Emmy were now always solving the most difficult cases.

Now another adventure awaited you, because Janice reported that her friend, who had died a year ago, now seemed to be alive and had received eternal life .

Following up on her request, you visited the opera, alongside the three puzzled friends. You liked the latest composition by Oswald Whistler very much. But already during the performance something seemed strange to you. Almost everyone present seemed disinterested in the opera.

Finally, it was revealed that this performance was only a prologue.

In the first act, you immediately solved the riddles on the Crown Petone, but the professor did not listen to you. Rather, Luke was the one he focused on.

You understood that Luke needed a lot of attention to settle in properly as an apprentice. But in such a dangerous situation, everyone should be more concerned with their safety than with learning lessons.

Therefore, you kept to yourself, for the time being, that the voice of the master of the house who was announcing the riddles seemed familiar to you. After all, you couldn't be sure. And Hershel Layton would not take speculation for granted.

Finally leaving the ship, the interlude began. During the too-quiet mid-act conversation, you were introduced to the people still involved in the game. All of them had only the prize in front of their eyes.

But not you. You wanted to look behind the scenes and find out if your suspicions were correct, if this theater really came from the pen of that dangerous man, and above all, you wanted to know the reasons behind his actions.

You arrived on an island, where a feast introduced the second act.

On the beach you were walking thoughtfully, when the parts of a ruin sticking out of the ground captivated you. And with the sight of a strange pictorial writing you became aware of what everything was about.

You ran unnoticed into the forest, diverging from your original intention and increasingly realizing what game was actually being played.

You had never been particularly clever. But this one decisive gift, to draw conclusions, was probably offered to you by a higher being.

Like a flash of inspiration, you realized that the Detragon was not only a musical instrument, but also a device that could store memories. In this case, those of Melina. And Melina's consciousness existed in Janice's body. Whistler didn't seem to know this, though, which is why this letter reached Layton with a desperate call for help.

But Melina was not the real mystery. It was the Kingdom of Ambrosia. This was connected with the golden garden from Misthallery. Even if you didn't know its name, you knew that all the discoveries were ruins of an ancient civilization.

And in Misthallery, there was only one who longed to explore all the forgotten wonders.

"Descole!" you shouted, running through the corridors of the castle. "Descole, where are you hiding?"

No answer sounded. Exhausted, you finally came to a stop. You wondered if your assumptions had been wrong from the beginning. A lot of things sounded far-fetched. Memories implanted in somebody else. That was not possible.

You settled down against a wall and, laughing from frustration, told yourself that your behavior was childish.

On the one hand, because you realized that you were jealous of Professor Layton's apprentice and his assistant. On the other hand, because for that reason you wanted to prove yourself and you only embarrassed yourself.

After some time, you came to your senses, stood up and entered the room behind you. Your eyes brimming with tears wondered as you found photographs of Janice, Melina, and Oswald Whistler in this room. Accordingly, Melina must have lived here. Probably in the silent hope that the fresh sea breeze might restore her to health.

Looking at the room, you noticed on a piano that Melina had probably begun to compose. In the music book you found, notes were incomplete.

You were not very familiar with music, but you recognized a pattern.

Searching on a shelf, you found what you were looking for. An illustration of the emblem of Ambrosia. You compared it with the sheet music and thought you recognized what was missing. A melody formed in your mind, which you had never heard before and yet sounded so harmonious, as if it could alleviate all suffering in the world.

You didn't know how long you sat there in this room. You were just suddenly torn from your thoughts and decided to close the book and put it back where you found it.

"You're imagining too much," you told yourself. You were convinced you were not like the great apprentice and the best assistant. How could you explain your disappearance to Professor Layton? Would he still want you by his side? On second thought, did you even want to stay by his side? You no longer felt at home with them. Was that the reason, why you had run head over heels to him, after it occurred to you that he might be the one behind it all? A man who - as you could discover in Misthallery - was thinking the same way you do. At least, that's what you believed. Believing was not knowing. And again you sank into negative thoughts and didn't know what to do with yourself.

Leaning your head against the door and gripping the knob tightly, you paused as a cool breeze reached you. The window had been closed when you entered the room. That it was now open suggested the presence of a second person. You did not dare to turn around. But the unknown one revealed himself with theatrical prelude to the grand finale.

"Do you know, darling?", he spoke to you. "When you became involved with others you quite possibly stepped down a level or two, but If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss."

"I've lost my way a little, but that doesn't matter, because if you've accompanied me, then we're both lost," you replied.

While turning to him, you began to pronounce your statement aloud: "Kafka. Letters to Melina. A wise choice!"

Descole stood in front of you and the incoming light gave him a powerful glow. As if he were the savior you had longed for from the beginning.

"How interesting it is, after all, to behold a soul that thinks so little of itself, and yet is the most intelligent of all. To quote Kafka without a mistake is more than merely a skill."

"That may be my only talent."

"I doubt it. Was it not you, who discovered the secrets of Misthallery before Layton even approached them? The same way you do this very moment..."

You looked at him with widened eyes. With just a few words, he invalidated all your thoughts.

Descole spoke to you like no one before him. He recognized your abilities even before you had yourself done so.

"Someone like you, is needed at my side," he urged you and stretched out his hand to you invitingly.

You wanted nothing more and yet something within you was holding you back. It was the voices of your former travel companions, who advised you against him and classified him as dangerous. But how could a man who only intended to do you good, be a threat?

"Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached," he forced, whereupon you accepted his invitation without further hesitation.

Descole immediately tightened his grip on you. You had been a stranger to anyone else for so long, that it now caused the greatest joy-driven feelings inside you to rise up.

The game on this island was far from over. And you were glad to have finally found your role in this play.

Most people believed that the protagonists were present over the entire course of a story. But in the greatest performances they were the last to arise. it was a prelude to the epilogue.

"In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality."

#Descole x reader #jean descole #professor layton #luke triton #reader insert #request #what am i even writing #i love him #eternal diva

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bluefirewrites · 3 years

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While You Sleep

One shot based off a Juke headcanon I had about protective Luke. This is for this momentous March 4th JATP trending day. Here’s to clowning with you!

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She noticed him there one night. An almost indistinguishable blob huddled out her window, dark clothes blending in with the shingles, the trees- the night.

It was too late for either of them to be up.

Yes, Julie was aware that ghosts had no need to sleep. No bodies meant no circadian rhythm.

But he wasn’t supposed to be there.

Rubbing her eyes and groping her desk for her glasses, Julie tiptoed across the room, mindful not to make too much noise. It was past midnight after all.

She cracked open her window, the slight breeze playing with her hair as she stuck her head out.

“Luke?” she called, startling the ghost.

“Julie!” He all but yelped. Normally cool and confident, Luke Patterson scrambled, limbs moving wildly, “Uh, hey. What are you- What are you doing up?” he coughed then shot her a smile.

Would have been that perfect smile Julie had raved about to Flynn if it hadn’t come off as hesitant, as a ruse. It didn’t push against his cheeks like they were supposed to. If he hadn’t been a ghost, she would have chalked it up to fatigue.

She nodded her head at the door, “I had to go to the bathroom.”

A yawn snuck out her mouth. Luke’s eyes softened at the sound.

“You should go back to sleep,”

Julie looked him over again, noting his attire. A beanie, his torn up jeans, and… that flannel. The brown one.

She shimmied out and carefully sat next to him on the roof, knees pulled up like his was, “Luke, is something wrong?”

“No. Just get back inside,” he urged, shooing her away. And when she didn’t budge, his tone grew a tad bit more authoritative, “Julie, I mean it. Go to bed.”

“I’ll go when you tell me why you’re out here,” She may be tired, but two could play this stubborn game. And as if she was going to bed without figuring out what’s bothering Luke.

His shoulders rose and sunk, “To think. For some privacy,”

It came out as more of a question, as if he wasn’t entirely committed to that story. At Julie’s judgemental silence, he continued spinning.

“Not sure if you know this, but Alex and Reggie?” he leaned in, hands cupping his mouth, “They can be a bit much.” he stage-whispered teasingly.

She raised an eyebrow, “Alex and Reggie?”

“They’re, like, so,so loud. Real annoying. Very hyper,” he said, “Like I tell them ‘Boys, keep it down’, ya know?”

“Uh-huh,”

She wondered if he legitimately thought this was working on her. And Julie thought she was terrible when put on the spot.

“You have the power to poof literally anywhere and everywhere, yet you choose my roof?”

Seriously, out of all the places to get privacy, Luke thought being a couple feet away from her window was enough seclusion.

Again, he shrugged, emoting a ‘don’t know what to tell ya’, which only irritated Julie even more.

She scooted over, getting into his space, but the ghost wasn’t allowing it, bringing up his arms to keep her at bay, and maybe to move her in the direction of the window.

“Luke, enough with the games just tell me what’s going on-” she reached for him and ended up grazing his ever-jerking shoulder. Her hand landed on something behind him.

It wasn’t a shingle or a leaf. Whatever it was, her finding it made Luke’s eyes widen and had him stuttering out pleas to leave it alone.

With cat-like reflexes she wasn’t aware she had at this hour, Julie grabbed it before he could swipe it away.

Under the moonlight, she inspected the item in her hands, confused.

“Salt?” It was the same can of salt that Carlos had tried to use on the boys, supposedly trying to ‘burn their souls out’, “Why do you have this?”

Luke chuckled nervously, “Oh that? Well that’s just… that’s because...” he faltered, “Because…”

He sighed dejectedly.

“Uh, you mind waiting a couple minutes? While I come up with an excuse?” he tried, his usual charm doing nothing for Julie at the moment.

She stared at him, hard and unwavering. “I don’t like it when you lie to me, Luke.”

The ghost deflated. His features tightened, almost pained.

“I never want- argh-” he growled, pounding at the surface before cradling his head, frustrated, “Look, I never wanted to lie to you.”

“Then why do you do it?” her voice warbled as she pressed. He still did this? After all they had been through together? It hurt her to think about, somewhat insulting.

But of course there must be a reason. A good one because whatever he was hiding, it was clearly weighing heavy on him. Much like when he had visited his parents. And when he was suffering from the stamps…

“Something happened,” she surmised.

Luke didn’t want to admit it, she sensed that. But she could sense his resolve breaking, the more she looked at him, looked into his stormy hazel eyes.

Julie inched near him and the moment her hand came up to rest on his shoulder, his whole body shuddered, his breathing becoming less controlled- God, he was falling apart, as if he had spent so long bottled up, the pressure only escaping out now.

He kept shaking his head, refusing to let it happen, but Julie’s hand moved to his other shoulder, pulling herself towards him, her left side locking into his right. He practically melted, and with unplanned synchronicity, their heads rested against each others’.

They sat there, the quietest they had ever been with each other, but the moment screaming something that Julie had yet to decipher.

She thought she could speak ‘Luke’ by now. No two people could engage in something as personal as songwriting without picking up a thing or two on how the other person thinks, feels...

A sort of jitteriness existed in him and all Julie knew was that she just needed to quell it, to calm him down. Her fingers traced patterns into his shoulder, dancing en pointe to the rhythm of her breathing, and soon Luke’s. Slow and steady.

“The night of the Orpheum,” he finally said, “after you left. We were gonna meet you there, I swear we were. But then…”

“Caleb?” she dared to speak his name out loud.

With the way Luke’s form tensed under her arm, she regretted it.

He swallowed hard, withdrawing his head from its comfortable position against hers so he could look at her properly.

“He was here, Julie,” he gritted out.

Her stomach dropped.

Caleb had been here. At her house.

Logically, it was to be expected. He was a ghost, like the boys, able to go anywhere and everywhere. It made sense to come here to get them.

But the fact that he could…The fact that he had...

This man, who could so easily inflict pain, who had no qualms in threatening non-existence to three teenage boys, all because they wouldn’t do what he wanted, had been in her home.

The thought rattled her, and she was almost close to losing her regular breathing pattern. Sensing this, Luke’s hand shot out and coated hers, quick to soothe with guilty fingers.

None of them ever told her this. Of how they ended up at the club before the Orpheum. They must have wanted to shield her from the distress, taking it upon themselves the burden of worrying. Worrying when he would come back. If he ever came back.

“Look, Caleb’s this all powerful ghost. The things he’s capable of,” he shut his eyes, breathing deeply, “I don’t like knowing that he knows where you-”

He couldn’t bring himself to finish, voice cracking. Instead, his hand reached for the can of salt, stealing it back.

Julie noticed it. In the way he held the can, that he didn’t need to open his eyes to grab it; it was instinct. If his palm had been large enough, he could encapsulate the whole thing. He couldn’t be gripping it any tighter.

“But Luke…” she tried to remind him gently.

“I know this doesn’t do anything. Doesn’t burn souls or whatever,” he slammed it down on the roof, “But it’s better than nothing.”

Julie bit her lip, not wanting to ask, dreading the answer.

“Have you been up here? Every night since?”

Luke hesitated.

Oh.

“I don’t spy on you or anything. I’m not a creep or-” he tried, “I just wanna make sure. Make sure you’re alright.”

Julie was at a loss for words.

She didn’t know what to feel. The gesture would have warmed her heart if the visual that presented itself wasn’t so utterly devastating.

The Orpheum performance had been months ago.

That meant many nights of Luke keeping vigil on her roof, outside her room, clutching onto that can of salt like a lifeline, always on edge. Never sleeping, just… sitting there in silence. Anticipating for some attack.

That could drive any person mad.

He didn’t tell the boys either. She knew that. Otherwise they would be up here with him, all armed with their own cans of salt.

Luke bore the burden of worrying.

And he did it alone.

Julie cursed herself for not picking up on it sooner, but there was never any residue of the anxious nights. The electric smile at its full wattage always greeted her when she woke up and visited the studio first thing before leaving for school.

But she should have noticed. Noticed in the way Luke’s gaze seemed to linger on her for a beat too long when he thought she wasn’t looking. In the way he embraced her, squeezing her tight, reluctant to let her go even so she could go to school.

She had always thought it was him relishing in the ability to touch her, never taking it for granted after months of never thinking such a thing was possible.

Finding out why- it hurt. It hurt knowing how much Luke was hurting and he didn’t let it slip once.

All to protect her.

“You don’t have to keep watch, Luke...” she didn’t want to put him through that anymore. Her peace of mind should never be at the expense of Luke’s. She refused.

He shook his head, “No, I do. Because if anything happened to you, I wouldn’t- I couldn’t-”

“Hey. I should be the one who’s worried. You guys almost…” she stopped, not wanting to dwell...

“Look. you’re who he wants. Not me. I should be the one to be,” she eyed the can of salt “to be standing guard outside the studio, protecting you.”

“We’d never want for you to put yourself in danger. Not for us. No way,”

“Well that’s tough because there’s no way I’m gonna let him take you away from me again,” she cried, desperate.

That gave Luke pause and she realized her mistake.

She had meant to say ‘you guys’.

But also at the same time, she didn’t.

The moment of vulnerability made her want to run and hide, but it was already too late. The damage was done. Luke blinked at her, stunned and sad.

His hand on top of hers shifted, curling around until he was holding it, thumb grazing her knuckles, “I’m not going anywhere, Julie,” he promised, “We’re not.” he corrected for her.

“Well, neither am I,”

It should feel like a lie. What both of them said.

Nothing about their situation was fixed. A promise from a ghost to Lifer and vice versa shouldn’t mean anything. Not when he could leave, cross over to the great light at any time. Not when she could grow old and leave him behind along with the memories of her teen years.

Their interesting little relationship was already doomed. No Caleb required.

But she meant it. And that felt like enough.

Luke meant it. And it was.

She wished she could enjoy this.

Another agonizing silence flowed between them, and soon Luke’s hand left, the echo of his touch chilled by the night. She pocketed both of her hands in her sweatpants.

“How did you break free?” she asked, “You were at the club, right? How were you able to get out?”

Luke smiled, “You called. And we came. Duh.”

She sang. Somehow her singing had summoned them, had brought her boys back to her. It had always been that way sorta. There was this feeling she had ever since she played their demo, that there was something tethering them together.

They always knew where to find her. And when.

At first, it annoyed her. Like, who wanted three new responsibilities?

But now it gave her comfort.

She needed to voice this to Luke.

“You can’t be sitting here every night. It doesn’t help anyone for you to be on edge all the time,”

He opened his mouth to interject, but she kept going.

“I know. I know you can’t just turn off all your worrying. It’s scary not knowing what’s gonna happen,” She sneaked one last squeeze to his hand, “But If anything does happen, you’ll know. And you’ll be here” she snapped her fingers, “just like that.”

“But-”

“For me. Please,” she had to say, desperate.

And she watched as any further arguments died on his lips. She was lucky that it took this time.

She brushed away his bangs before cupping his face. His eyes fluttered closed at the contact. “I don’t like seeing you like this.”

That seemed to seal the deal.

“Ok. For you,” he nodded. Then he carefully guided her hand off and he cocked his head towards the open window, “You seriously need to sleep though.”

It was her turn to nod, “I will.”

And with that, they both stood, with Luke guiding her back inside, ensuring she didn’t slip and fall off the roof. Once safe and away from the cold, she hung back, elbows perched on the window sill. Luke did the same from the outside.

“Goodnight, Julie,” he whispered.

She smiled, a first for tonight.

“Goodnight, Luke,”

The ghost returned it, and it reached his eyes this time. He moved to leave but he froze. Pulling out the can, he opened the spout and began lining the entirety of window sill with a small stream of salt.

“Here,” he remarked upon finishing, “Just in case.”

Julie didn’t have the heart to correct him. Him standing guard may be for her benefit, but the can of salt was definitely for his.

“Thanks,” she said instead, brushing stray particles to fill any gaps in her protective barrier.

She watched him poof away before closing the window and crawling into bed and succumbing to sleep.

********

Julie hadn’t seen Luke on her roof since.

It had been weeks and there was a definite improvement in the way Luke carried himself from then on out. It was miniscule, of course, but Julie could see it in his eyes that he had been receiving the equivalent of a well-needed slumber.

That didn’t stop him from keeping an eye on her from time to time. Though it never reached ‘stationing on the roof’ status. The boy had found a loophole and she found herself anticipating surprise visits by her locker.

She never did say anything about school.

And everything was fine.

Until it wasn’t.

Julie wasn’t sure why it took so long for the fear that Caleb’s visit had instilled to rear its ugly head.

But it did.

And in the form of nightmares no less.

It was the night of the Oprheum all over again, except when she launched herself at Luke, she merely passed through. No magical hug to save them, she was forced to watch as those jolts, those painful jolts, slowly killed them.

She remembered screaming and crying, the looks on the boys' faces when their light had been snuffed out, when they were nothing more than shimmering particles that faded away into nothing, it was something she never ever wanted to see again.

Her body jerked awake, her body sweating and she was startled to find the screams and cries had followed her- her face damp and her throat coarse. Bringing her knees to her chin, the horror of what she had witnessed was still fresh in her mind, and she was sobbing.

In the midst of all this, she barely registered the tugging feeling, somewhere deep inside her, somewhere she couldn’t really place.

Then suddenly, a telltale sound of a ghost poofing in diminished her cries.

“Julie. Julie!” she heard Luke, frantic. His form, blurred by her tears, moved about the room until he was sitting at the foot of her bed. “A-Are you okay? I felt it, I felt you calling-”

She wiped her face with her sweater sleeve, readjusting to reality, “I’m- I’m fine. It’s just-” she sniffled, “I had a nightmare.”

Once Luke’s face came in view, the nightmare image of his disappearing out of existence overwhelmed her again and some wayward tears flowed against her better judgement.

“Hey,” he moved and was at her side immediately, drawing her to him, “Sh. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

She buried her face into his chest just to make sure. Because forget her. He was okay. Caleb didn’t take him away from her. He was still here.

The tears she was shedding were ones of pure relief.

It had been awful. For a second, she was powerless. She had felt that way when she lost her mom, her sickness taking hold. She couldn’t stop it from taking her mom, and that left her feeling so hollow.

Julie wouldn’t know what to do if it happened again. If it happened to her boys.

She didn’t know how long Luke held her, wiping her cheeks dry with his thumbs and keeping her hair from clinging to her forehead. But somehow during all this, they both had reclined on her bed, the worst of it having passed.

Even when she had stopped crying, his arms still encased her.

“What can I do?” he asked, unsure, “Tell me. What can I do?”

“Just…” her fists curled around his shirt, her breathing steadying and eyes pleading, “Can you stay here? With me?”

He nodded,resolute, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Julie sighed and she was struck with that promise they made weeks ago. And she allowed herself to relax into him.

It should scare her. How much she trusted him. To be there. There weren't any guarantees in life. Not for her. Especially not for him.

But she called.

And he came.

A constant.

And as much as she didn’t want him to worry about her, she knew that she wouldn’t easily be able to not worry about him.

And encased in arms that would phase through others, and even with the threat of Caleb still hanging over their heads, Julie never felt more safe.

He wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in this house. Not in this time of 2020.

But he was.

And she slept peacefully from then on.

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Mammon was an accomplished soldier in the Celestial Realm

Belphie used to be a little Lucifer Mini-Me when he was a young Angel

Lucifer would sing his siblings to sleep, Before

He didn’t tell his brothers about Lilith because he didn’t want them to interfere with her new life. It was hard enough for him not to.

Diavolo’s older brother, Beleth, has a scar covering the left side of his face from where Dia ground him into the dirt to try and get him to yield.

Their formal fight for the crown lasted three days.

Diavolo’s younger brother, Amaymon, is Asmo’s sugar daddy.

Diavolo’s Mom is also still alive, she has her own estate in another part of the Devildom. She can suplex him.

Lucifer will absently neaten up his brother’s clothes for them while he’s lecturing them.

Lucifer has fed demons and unruly Witches to Cerberus before.

Mammon has never had a partner in any sense of the word.

Satan was ‘born’ as a baby.

Asmo used to dress Satan up in little outfits when he was small.

Satan can repeat almost everything he’s read verbatim.

Lucifer has to double check that he knows where all of his brothers are before he can rest at night, unless he passes out.

All the brothers wore their hair long as angels. Lucifer’s the only one who’s never grown it back out since their fall.

It took Lucifer around six hundred years to develop proper feelings for Diavolo.

Lucifer is deathly afraid of Diavolo’s father.

Barbatos is possibly--not counting Diavolo--Lucifer’s only friend.

The Sport Beel plays is a type of Wrestling mixed with MMA and Capture the Flag. It’s played topless.

Lucifer will occasionally ask Levi to explain the plot of an anime or game to him if he wants to zone out for a while. He’s listening, but because following what Levi is talking about takes a lot of concentration, it’s almost like meditating.

Lucifer’s hair got its white / gray streaks when they lost Lilith.

Lucifer actually does have some wrinkles, he just hides them most of the time.

No matter how hard he tries, Lucifer just can’t get good at video games.

Lucifer will write out bits of sheet music when he’s bored.

Lucifer has more demon markings on his body than just the diamond on his forehead.

Lucifer’s hands are very scarred, mostly from dealing with small child Satan.

Beel’s sport is unnamed because in Infernal, it literally just is called “The Sport” since there’s only one.

Almost all of the siblings have physically torn an opponent to shreds and or consumed them. Asmo and Mammon are notable exceptions.

Satan went through a phase where he spoke solely in riddles.

Levi was hardcore into theater before animation became more of a thing. he still has a lot of opinions about it.

Belphie spent most of their early fallen years either half asleep, or completely asleep.

Beel is incapable of chewing gum or sucking on a jaw breaker properly. He impulsively swallows whatever goes in his mouth.

Lucifer has been summoned to the human world successfully only twice in his existence. He killed both summoners for the audacity.

The entire garden around the house of lamentation was of Lucifer’s design.

Mammon has the best control over his shape-shifting--able to stay in a false form for longer, and able to retain his humanoid form despite high emotions.

The brothers are, quite literally, Devildom Celebrities.

Diavolo has never kept a pet before.

Lucifer is ambidextrous, but prefers his left hand.

Mammon is left handed.

Gluttony demons tithe to Lord Beelzebub on his birthday in the form of whatever food they fixate on.

The first angel Lucifer killed after his fall was one he didn’t actually recognize.

The first angel Mammon killed was one of his friends from the Celestial Guard.

Lucifer will never forgive the other Archangels for turning their back on him.

Lucifer has only ever had two partners in any sense of the term in his entire life.

Beel used to be the smallest, before he hit his growth spurt and overshot all of them.

Lucifer swears almost exclusively in celestial, when he’s pissed off enough to actually swear.

Satan doesn’t really have any of Lucifer’s memories, but he retained the emotions based around them. It’s confusing.

Lucifer can cook just fine, but he can’t bake to save his life.

The Longest Lucifer has stayed awake without any rest was about a month. It wasn’t pretty.

Half of the time Lucifer says something funny it’s unintentional.

Most of the Devildom’s current infrastructure was pioneered by Diavolo’s father.

King Diavolo’s real name is Ba’al.

Lucifer can play basically any instrument that’s been invented, apart from electronic only ones.

Levi’s skill in painting could put any of the great masters to shame.

Lucifer isn’t a fan of a poultry, ironically.

The fact that they can get Belphie to wear his complicated RAD uniform everyday while being the Cardinal Sin of Sloth is a point towards how well Belphie controls his sin.

Being a shutin used to be cool and mysterious-- Levi mourns that social shift often.

Lucifer considers Levi the easiest brother to handle because he doesn’t really leave his room.

Mammon, while definitely being guilty of lots of grifts and get rich quick schemes, actually has at least five jobs on top of his stipend for being a Sin.

Lucifer has been trying to figure out how to kill those three witches for causing him problems by proxy, but he hasn’t figured out a legal way to justify it yet.

Amaymon is Diavolo’s youngest sibling. Lucifer can’t stand him.

Flower arranging is one of Asmo’s hobbies.

Asmo also has the best eye for interior design aesthetics, even if he uses them to make a room look... Like That.

For Centuries Lucifer couldn’t even begin to talk about his interests without Diavolo flooding him with related gifts. He’s gotten better about it since.

Lucifer and Diavolo’s relationship was purely physical at first.

Beel often uses the fact that his brothers think he’s stupid for his own gain. Most of the time it’s to get more food, but whatever works works.

Lucifer is completely fire proof now as a demon, inside and out.

He has nightmares of fire, though.

In one of the battles of the Celestial war, The Archangel Michael did his Signature “Step on Lucifer’s face/head trick” And Lucifer nearly took his leg off for it.

All demons can both purr and growl.

Lucifer’s back is heavily scarred from his fall and Satan’s creation both.

Mammon physically regenerates the fastest, and Belphie the slowest.

Levi, due to Envy’s ability to constantly and unintentionally buff the demons around him, is always helping his brothers in some small way whether he means to or not.

Beel still has specific nightmares of Lilith’s death, and will often crawl into Belphie’s bed to hold him after.

Satan never knew Lilith, but he’s emotionally attached to her because of the vague memories he inherited from Lucifer.

Asmo’s hair, if he grew it out, would be loosely curly.

All Lust type demons are Incubi / Succubi / Concubi.

Wrath type demons are the ones who cause classic hauntings.

All sleep paralysis demons are Sloth demons, though.

Pride type demons are the most prone to possessing humans in power, despite Lucifer having never possessed a human before.

Barbatos is actually a little bit older than Diavolo, but not by much.

Luke is basically Michael’s son.

Simeon is the younger brother of the Archangel Jophiel (the Angel of Beauty).

Asmo, if given the chance to defect back to the Celestial Realm, would seriously consider it.

Mammon acts like a fool, but isn’t one himself.

Belphie and Beel aren’t quite telepathic, but they always know where the other is, or if they’re in trouble.

The Cardinal sin of Wrath traditionally writes all of the punitive legislation in the devildom, so Satan is the one who writes out what crime gets what punishment.

The Devildom’s economy has never flourished so much before Mammon became the sin of Greed.

A good 60% of the work Lucifer does is paperwork that should actually be handled by one of his brothers.

Asmo’s painted his nails with his own venom before, and then used it to kill people who piss him off.

The only person Lucifer can accept losing to is Diavolo.

Lucifer isn’t a functional person until around 2 hours after he’s woken up. Luckily he tends to get up around 4:30a.m. / 5a.m. so when normal people have to interact with him, he’s mostly aware.

Mammon likes to over-saturate his foods with toppings and sauces, which is why Beel can’t stand his cooking.

Asmo likes the taste of straight vodka.

Lucifer once slapped another demon’s head clean off when they spoke back to him while he was addressing Diavolo’s court.

Lucifer and Diavolo’s first real “Date” was in the Royal Garden.

Any part of an Archdemon is worth a small fortune, as they’re rather potent spell ingredients.

If you talk shit about Mammon near a Greed type demon they WILL beat your ass.

Diavolo loved Lucifer on sight. Or, well, he loved the look of him.

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