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Tastes Like Apples

Beelzebub x reader

Flufftober Day 12- Apples?

W.C: 1.6k

~ You bring a few things back from the human world to show the Brothers, including your old I-Pod Touch.

a/n: I don’t know what I was thinking when I came up with this prompt.

Some may consider it too early in the year to feel like Santa Claus, but with the large bag of gifts from the human world slung over your shoulder, you can’t help but feel a bit merry. Even as your legs shake a bit under the weight of your many, many bags.

It was one of your best friends’s birthday back in the human world, and you requested special permission from RAD to take a few days off to celebrate the special occasion.

It was a great trip, and the two of you got to catch up and go to your town’s annual fall festival. In which small businesses and bakeries alike line the streets with colorful tents and food trucks to sell all kinds of yummy treats that have you reaching for your wallet with an inhuman speed. Miniature apple pie pockets, cider-infused snickerdoodles, and pumpkin loaves galore tempted you with their sweet scents. And as you proceed to buy something from almost every stand, you realize that living with demons may have impacted your self-control just a bit.

Your friend knows you too well, and with one look at your daydreamy expression, they figure that you have to be buying all these sweets for someone pretty special…

And she’s not wrong; each booth of sweets had you thinking of the brothers, especially Beel. The Avatar of Gluttony has this way of making every treat he eats look sinfully delicious. When you imagine the expression on his face when you come back hauling otherworldly treats for him to try, there is a fierce fluttering in your stomach that makes you feel almost homesick away from his strong arms.

The eloquently carved steps leading up to the House of Lamination seem to go on forever as you slowly but surely drag yourself up them. For it’s not just the bushels of baked goods weighing you down. While you were away, you went through your human world and found quite a lot of trinkets to show everyone. You figured they would be fascinated by the contents of your backpack, which includes old CDs, books, and, of course, the old iPod filled to the brim with some of your favorite songs from years ago you found collecting dust in the back of your closet.

You are out of breath as you reach the top of the stairs. Jelly legs carry you over to the large double doors, and your shaky hand turns the cool metal knob to let you inside.

“Hello?” you call into the darkened halls of the HOL. The door hasn’t even shut full behind you before you hear what can only be described as a stampede of rushing footsteps and slamming doors coming towards you.

You see four of the seven brothers rushing towards you: Mammon, Levi, Asmo, and Beel. There is longing in their gazes as they push past each other, each wanting to be the one to give you your first welcome-back hug.

Levi is the first to fall behind with his natural unathleticism. His strides get slower and slower, wheezing as he falls further and further behind the brothers.

Asmo’s desire to hold you is strong, but as he passes one of the hallway mirrors, you see the way his face falls when he spots his disheveled and sweaty appearance. With a gasp of shock, he frantically stops in his tracks, trying to fix his appearance for you…

Mammon and Beel are the last two in the race. The Avatar of Greed may be fast, but Beel is stronger. It only takes a half-assed bump to send Mammon flying across the carpet, landing just meters away from your feet with a painful thud.

“Mc, you’re here.” Beel smiles, stepping past the fallen Mammon and enveloping you in an affectionate bear hug.

He’s so warm and loving; your body relaxes in his hold, and you carefully drop your bags to the ground and hug him back. Your voice is soft, breathless as you say the two words he has been waiting to hear ever since you left. “Hi, Beel.”

“Hello, Mc.” he returns your words as if they were made of glass. And although you know he’s trying so, so hard to pay you the attention that he knows you deserve to have, you hear him sniff the air around you, no doubt inhaling the sweet appley aroma of all the treats you packed for him.

“Smells good.” He sighs lovingly. Nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as if he were in a dream. And the thing is, Beel is having trouble figuring out if it is a dream or not.

You giggle. The sound is so sweet and reminds him of the music from the Celestial Realm. “You hungry? I brought you some snacks .” You hold out the paper gift bag for him to take.

“Can I really eat all of this?” he asks carefully, trying to prove that he is more than his sin.

“Of course you can.” you beam, “I gotta put the rest of my bags down, but I’ll be back to check on you.”

You turn away and are practically trampled by the other three brothers in the race, too busy to notice the furrow in Beel’s brow.

The Demon feels rather torn as he glances down inside his gift, taking out sweet after treat of carefully wrapped goodness. The decadent scene that toys with his nostrils is too good to ignore, but he had a feeling they would taste better if you got to try them as well. He loves you more than food, so he will do his very best to share with you.

Without the weight of your gift bags or your tired and slightly over-hugged shoulders, you notice that your load is much lighter. Your little room smells of home. Not the one you had just left in the human realm, but the one that you have created for yourself here in the Devildom.

It soothes you as you toss your luggage onto your bed and begin to unpack. Your clothing smells of atrial washing detergent as you plop them into your drawers and hang certain garments in your ever-growing closet.

It doesn’t take long until your bags are empty and your suitcase is tucked away out of sight. With the exception of a few new decorations, it’s as if you had never left. But then you notice that you never unpacked your iPod. You distinctively remember grabbing it on your way out the door and tossing it into the brown paper bag…

The same one you gave to Beel, filled with the unfamiliar apple-flavored sweets. The Demon can and will eat anything, especially if you give it to him, and your iPod has a red cover that could resemble a candy coating.

You're out the door, rushing back to the hallway where you had left the Demon, hoping to stop him before he accidentally eats it.

But as you spot Beel sitting at the dining table, you realize you are too late.

The damage has been done.

Your once indestructible iPod Nano rests on the table, a large bite through the metal case, and the apple sticker has disappeared. “Beel, did you just eat that?” you ask, bewildered. Too stunned to feel anything but worry for the Demon.

“I did.” He gives you a sweet, almost heart-melting smile as he gestures down to the feast of treats before him; they have been sampled but miraculously not devoured as if he was wanting to share with you.

“You just ate an Ipod. Are you okay?” you ask, getting close to the Demon and checking up on him with the utmost concern and wondering if there is some sort of doctor you should take him to. He seems to enjoy your attention, but he just nods, looking a bit concerned.

“What’s an iPod?” he asks. “Some kind of truffle?”

Laughter slips from your lips as you begin to relax, knowing that you now have a story to tell from this situation. “No, that was something that humans used to play music back in the day. I thought it would be fun to bring back to show everyone, but it seems I put it in the wrong bag.”

“Oh, is that what it was?” He asks, looking a bit shocked but obviously fine despite chewing and swallowing a mouthful of early 2000’s tech. “I thought it tasted weird.”

That sends you into another fit of laughter, and you have to hold your stomach to make sure you don’t accidentally pee yourself from laughing too hard.

Beel looks at you in worry and places a crumb-covered hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry I ate your music box,” he says, sounding so sad for you. “I really thought it was a snack.”

The tears your laughter has brought to your eyes are quickly wiped away as you give the hungry Demon a reassuring smile. “It’s not a big deal Beel, it was an accident.” your words are sweet, but there is an unspoken air of mischievousness in your tone that tells him you will be telling this story to the rest of his brothers and the others later.

“So you’re not mad?”

“Not at all, but you do realize that you just ate a bunch of metal,” you reply.

He laughs a bit too, a merry twinkle in his violet gaze as he pats his stomach. “I realize that now, but I just saw the sticker and thought it was supposed to taste like apples.”

#obey me nightbringer #beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #beel #beel x reader #beelzebub x mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #x reader

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symphonicmetal101 · 2 years

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Viz when I saw "Defenestration" written in the prompt list I couldn't stop laughing because HOW IS IT A PROMPT!? I mean it in the most intrigued way.

This was the only thing appearing in my mind when reading prompt and Defenestration

I'm sorry-

Obv it's not a request, I know they're closed at the moment but it made me laugh so I wanted to share it with you

Im so fucking glad you asked. (Also whenever my promptlists are up- please send asks in with said prompts!!! Dbskh)

D- DEFENESTRATION (the act of falling or bejng thrown out a window) with Thirteen

"ATTEEEENTION!" your girlfriend called out loudly as she marched in front of you, Mammon, and Solomon. Her combat boots thumped with every step as she bounced on the balls of her feet to check everybodys posture- she demanded obedience.

She marched her way back in front of you three. "TODAY IN THIRTEENS BOOTCAMP YOU'RE GONNA LEARN TO THROW SOMEONE THROUGH A WINDOW, ARE WE CLEAR?" She had a very forced serious look on her face, it took everything she had not to smile as her brows furrowed. She waltzed forward and put a hand on a very jittery Mammons shoulder before turning mostly to you. "You're gonna throw him out a window. He has wings. Dont think too much about it- you set the example and then I'll show ya how its done, ok sweetheart?" She winks at you. Mammon clearly wants to protest, but he wouldnt be here if Thirteen didnt already have something in him. Having witches on his ass is enough- he doesnt need a reaper too. He stands stiff as a board as you attempt to lift him off his feet, and with Thirteens help, heave him over your shoulders. She walks ahead and opens the window for you, and gently as possible you let the demon fall out. You watch, a little worried until he gets his wings out and manages to fly off, though he waits for Thirteen to turn away to kiss you to flip her off.

"Good job sweetpea! Now I'll show you how a pro does it-"

Solomon was already starting to run out of the room before Thirteen tackled him, somersaulted and threw him out the window- the Very Much Closed Window Until He Left A Hole. Shattered glass alerted the other residents of the House of Lamentation as Thirteen froze for a sec.

"Shit, this isnt my place-" she quickly grabbed your hand and ran out of HoL as fast as she could yelling "ITS ALL SOLOMONS FAULT" and giggling.

Does that work? Hskdbdksbdj

Here's my prompt list!!

#v talks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me thirteen #obey me mammon #obey me Solomon #obey me crack #prompt list #UNDERTAKER!!! :D

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weebswrites · 3 years

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Heyy! I recently came across your blog and a absolutely love your writing! 🥰

Would it be possible to request an angst hc with the Obey me brothers? So maybe the bros were having a bad day and they lash out at the MC. The MC leaves them alone and the brothers don’t hear from them for hours and think MC just doesn’t want to talk to them but in reality MC got attacked and is barely alive. And maybe MC summons the brother with what little strength they have left so the brother is met with an MC laying in front of them almost dead.

Ah I’m sorry I know this is a lot so feel free to ignore this if it’s too much! Have a good day :D

A/N: YES YES YES I LOVE THIS THANK YOU ANON

The Demon Bros Saving Your Life (this will have swear words and light descriptions of violence so if that makes you uncomfortable read at your own discretion pls I love u guys)

Lucifer

“MC, please just leave me alone” he spat, trying to stay calm but losing his patience quickly

“Lucifer, I’m not letting you shove me away. You can do that to your brothers, but not to me” you insist, remembering your conversation where he said to ignore him when he tried to push you away

“I’ll do what I want to you, human, don’t forget your place” he boomed, so loud your eyes reactively filled with tears

“Fine, do what you want” you mutter at him before storming out, slamming the door behind you

He knew he fucked up, but wasn’t in the headspace to chase after you, so he stayed in his office and worked. He’d apologize later

You ran out of the HoL, just wanting to be out of Lucifer’s reach for a bit. You decide to go to Purgatory Hall to visit Simeon, your best friend outside of the HoL, but take the scenic route there to clear your head a bit and calm down. Before you know it the sun is setting, and figure you should get to Simeon’s sooner rather than later.

“Hey, aren’t you Lucifer’s bitch” you hear from an alleyway, and suddenly you’re just as annoyed as before. But you know better than to engage with any demons that are egging you on like that, so you keep walking

Then you’re grabbed from behind and slammed against a brick wall, hitting your head roughly against the surface

“Fuck” you exhale, vision already blurring

“Think you can ignore me, human? You’re weak here, nothing” the demon drove a fist into your stomach, causing you to cough

“I’ll show you not to come back to the Devildom ever again, filthy human”

By the time he was done you were a bloody mess crumpled on the ground, in the fetal position to protect your vital organs as much as you could, but you felt yourself losing consciousness

The demon spat on you before leaving, laughing as he walked away. Your body was in so much pain, and you felt yourself losing your grip on reality

You could felt your lips moving as your vision turned to black, and your last coherent thought before blacking out was realizing you were summoning Lucifer

“I...summon the Avatar of Pride...” you inhaled as much as you could, but his name came out a whisper, “Lucifer”

You saw his legs appear before you lost consciousness, thankful you were actually able to summon him

“What the fuck” was his first comment, as he didn’t see you at his feet, but as soon as he did he felt his heart shatter

“MC! Fuck, MC. MC?” he shook you very lightly, and when you didn’t respond he went into overdrive. He picked you up gently in his arms after examining where you were most badly injured, as to not make anything worse

He was in demon form from the moment he saw you, wanting as much of his strength at his disposal as he could have. He flew you to the nearest hospital (idk if there’s a hospital in the devildom but there is now) and demanded you be placed in the best care possible, and also made it very clear that he wasn’t going to leave your side

He watched as doctors sewed your wounds closed and put an IV in your arm, unable to take his eyes off their every move. After a few hours, the doctor turned to Lucifer

“They should wake up within a few hours,” the doctor said before leaving

“Thank you. Please mail the bill to Lord Diavolo and I’ll take care of it” he said, figuring that was easier than having to fill out the HoL on paperwork

He was then alone with you, and he scooted his chair next to your bed and took your hand in his, holding it gently

“I’m so sorry, MC” he whispered and pressed his lips to the top of your hand as he tried not to cry

He sat there for what felt like hours, but just twenty minutes passed before he felt you move slightly

Your eyes fluttered open, and you took a moment to adjust to the lights

You felt warmth around your hand, and recognized it instantly, looking to your side and locking eyes with Lucifer

“Luci” you whisper, voice hoarse from not having used it for hours

“MC, I’m so sorry” his voice was soft and you could tell how distraught he was, “I never should have snapped at you, it was out of place and rude and I’m sorry” he rambled on like this for a minute, and you just appreciated his genuine care for you as you listened to him speak

“Lucifer” you cut him off, “Thank you for taking care of me. I forgive you”

Mammon

“Just get a job! Then your brothers won’t shit on you all the time” you suggested. Mammon had come to you venting about how some of his brothers had ganged up on him again and demanded that they pay him back. You were more understanding than you probably should have been with him, but wanted him to be proactive and get himself out of this on his own

“It isn’t that easy! Damnit MC, I thought you understood me!” he snapped, and you decided you should just let him cool down

“Look, Mammon. I’m always here for you with this, but you can’t keep complaining about this and not doing anything about it when there’s an easy solution. I have to go study with Satan for a test we have, so I’m going to go meet him. Text me when you’ve calmed down”

You meant it to be caring, but his mind was clouded, and he took it as you pitying him and running away - his greatest fear

“Fine!” he huffed, turning his back to you

You were saddened by this, but genuinely had to go, so you turned and left, thankful for the bit of time that you knew Mammon needed alone to clear his head

You were walking to the library, in the middle of a text to Satan when you accidentally bumped into another demon

“Shit, my bad” you apologize, but the demon had no intention of letting you get away with that

“A human, eh?” he grabbed your shirt collar and instantly drove a fist to your jaw

“What the fuck” you tried to say, but couldn’t really speak

The demon punched you a few more times, and you thought that they had the strength of Beel with how much it hurt

Your body was tossed to the ground and kicked before being abandoned, and you wished you didn’t take the back way to the library

“I summon the Avatar of Greed, Mammon” you whispered, hoping your words were enunciated enough for the summoning to work

“MC!” he noticed you instantly, crouching down and putting a hand on your arm, “MC what happened. Wait don’t talk, can you stand?”

You began to sit up, which he took as a yes, and he wrapped his arm around you to help you stand

He studied your injured face as you stood, and wished he had the power to heal you instantly

“Come on MC, the hospital is close”

“T-Text Satan I’m not coming” you handed him your phone, not wanting Satan to think that you ditched him

Mammon exhaled a laugh through his nose, “You’re always thinking of others, MC” he commented, “We really don’t deserve you”

You just shook your head, feeling like you didn’t deserve the joy the demons brought you

Mammon stayed by your side until you were completely healed, which took a few weeks. He even signed up for a job with Akuzon DC. It was the most selfless you’d ever seen him, and you thanked him for his kindness once you were healed with a gift card to his favorite store

Leviathan

“Just stop! I get it, you have other friends, I don’t care. Go have fun with them” he snapped. Levi hadn’t slept in about 48 hours and you could tell

“Levi, please sleep. I’ll be back in a few hours” you try to comfort him, but he isn’t hearing it

“Whatever, MC”

You’re hurt by his attitude, but know he’s just exhausted. You turn to leave and plan to head back to him a bit sooner to spend extra time with him (quality time love language lookin demon) (also the avatar of envy but that’s not as funny of a joke so)

You were planning to meet with some classmates to study, but you ran into a demon on your way that had been bullying you for being human for the whole semester

You hadn’t told any of the brothers because you didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but you were worried suddenly what the demon would do to you outside of the school grounds

“Hey, it’s the human” she snarled, stepping in front of you to stop your path

“Sorry, I’m busy” you tried to walk around her, but she had no intention of letting you go unscathed

“Not so fast” she stomped her foot over yours to stop you and shoved you back against a light pole nearby

You felt the cold metal slam against your spine and grunted in discomfort

“Can’t take a little pain? That’s too bad” she said, taking you by your shirt and throwing your body on the road

She kicked your body for what felt like minutes while spitting insults at you, before leaving your weakened body on the ground

You tried to get up once she was gone but screamed in pain, not able to move a muscle

“I summon the Avatar of Envy, Leviathan,” you said, tears starting to run down your face at his name

“Levi, Levi please, help me” you whispered as he appeared

“MC, I’m here” he kneeled down beside you and inspected your body, “I’m here, don’t worry”

“Levi” your hand tightened around his jacket, “Help”

He picked you up, maintaining your position in his arms, and took you to the hospital as fast as he could while keeping you comfortable

He stayed by your side as much as he was legally allowed to while the doctors cared for your torso and x-rayed your foot. After a day or so you were allowed home, and he insisted that he stayed by your side until you were completely healed

Satan

“MC, I’ve asked you eight times to leave me alone, I’m clearly trying to read, can’t you take the hint?” he sighed exasperatedly and waited for you to leave, not intending his words to be so harsh but he figured you’d be fine

You were not fine! What the fuck Satan.

“Fine, screw you then” you retorted and left, slamming the door behind you

He realized that you weren’t fine, but wanted to finish his book. Then he’d apologize. But when we went to your room later that night to talk, you didn’t answer.

“MC, come on, open up. I’m sorry for earlier, can we just talk?”

Beelzebub was walking by, “I haven’t seen them since this morning, they left the house crying” he said awfully casually, “I never saw them come back”

Satan felt the blood drain from his face and he ran out of the HoL, ignoring Beel’s “I’m sure they’re fine now!” from behind him

He barely made it out of the doors before he was summoned, and he was confused before he realized the only way he could be summoned was by you

As soon as he was there he saw you, thrown against a dumpster, barely able to hold yourself up

“Satan” you called, voice weak, and he was at your side in less than a second

He stood in front of you and you got on his back, wrapping your arms over his neck

“Tell me what happened. Who did this” his voice was firm and you could almost feel the anger radiating off him

You muttered a name under your breath before resting your head on his shoulder, trying everything you could to not pass out

“Satan, talk to me. I can’t stay awake”

That scared him, so he walked to the hospital a bit faster, but gently still as to not cause you any extra pain

He started telling you about his book since that was all he did that day, but it ended up turning into a long apology for pushing you away and raising his voice earlier. You would have cut him off but you didn’t have the strength to, so you just listened to his words, noticing the thought he had clearly put into them throughout the day

“Satan-” you started, and he instantly stopped to listen, “I forgive you”

He was silent, a sense of relief and appreciation for you washing over him and he thanked you for your understanding of his anger as you arrived at the hospital

Similar to Lucifer, he demanded you to be seen by the best doctor there was on staff, price be damned. He watched intensely as the doctor checked you out, eyeing them up and down to make sure they were good enough and treating you with the same care he would

Once you were released he had Diavolo send a car to drive the two of you back to the HoL, where Satan had had your room prepared with new pillows (the kind you mentioned liking from his room, as well as new ones of the ones you had), freshly washed sheets and duvet, and a cup of your favorite drink waiting for you (he definitely didn’t bribe his brothers to get your room ready, not that it took much bribing)

In addition, each of the brothers had pitched in to get you flowers and a stuffed animal that you’d mentioned wanting, a few weeks ago. The sight of it all made you tear up, and you wrapped Satan in the tightest hug he’d ever gotten

Asmodeus

“I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, MC, but I just need some time by myself,” he said, and you could tell he was losing his patience

“Are you sure?” you offer one last time before leaving, wanting to make sure he really wanted to be alone

“Yes! I am!” he snapped, and you felt bad for pushing

“Sorry, Asmo. Feel better” you leave and take care to close the door as quietly as you can on your way out

You were having a bit of a bad day yourself, so you decide to go walk around the devildom and let the fresh air clear your head

Which ended up being a bad idea, as you ran into one of the demons that always hit on you in one of your classes.

“Hey, MC, you finally aren’t with any of those idiot brothers” he approached you and tried to touch your arm, but you pushed it away

“Oh, they’re fiesty. I’ll have to teach you a lesson” he spat on the ground next to you and before you knew it he pushed you against a wall and was punching you senseless

It felt like he’d never stop, but eventually it did, and he left you to bleed on the road. You tried to stand up, not thinking your injuries would be that servere, but you couldn’t move. You sighed and closed your eyes, exhaustion suddenly washing over you

You knew you probably had a concussion and some broken ribs, and that you shouldn’t lose consciousness, so you did the only thing you could think to do. You summoned Asmo.

“I summon the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus” you spoke, and there he was

“MC! Babes, what happened? Where are you hurt” he knelt in front of you and looked over your body

“Ribs...and my head...” you whined, leaning forward for him to take you in his arm

Asmodeus was stronger than you realized, and he picked you up easily and started walking you back to the HoL. “Let’s get you laying down and I’ll call a doctor” he said gently, “Then Satan and I will take care of the idiot who did this”

Until you were healed he was by your side, bringing you anything you even thought of wanting and getting the classwork you missed from your classes

Beelzebub

“Hey Beel, what’s up!” you walked into the kitchen and greeted your favorite demon cheerily

He grunted, usually a sign that he should be left alone, but you wanted some Beel time and figured you’d just be cautious and give him his space

“How was your day” you asked innocently

“Not now, MC. I’m not in the mood” his voice was firm, and you took the message

“Got it, I’ll leave” you said apologetically, and left the kitchen. You were a bit upset by him pushing you away, but knew he just needed space. You decided to walk to get takeout for dinner, and made your way to the restaurant on your own.

That was a mistake. You weren’t even halfway there when you figured later you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time

“Is that a human? Here?” you heard from across the road, and sighed, hoping to get off easy

“Hey, human!” the demons walked over to you and you stopped, deciding to at least acknowledge them so they’d think they could insult you and move along

“Wow, I’ve never met a human in real life before” one of them smirked, “I wonder just how weak they really are”

“I wouldn’t test it, just because I’m a human doesn’t mean I don’t know some demons who would make your lives miserable if you hurt me”

The other demon scoffed, “You’re lying. What demon would befriend a human”

You were getting irritated at the attitude being thrown at you, so you decided to fight back with a little sass of your own, “Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, and Lord Diavolo, to name a few” you smirked and crossed your arms

“Bullshit” one of the two demons got in your face, “there’s no way a demon like that would look twice at you”, and before you could begin to think of a comeback you felt a sharp pain in your side

You looked down to see a gash in your side, thankfully seeming to not have hit an organ, but it was still bleeding pretty badly. You didn’t know what to do, but didn’t really have the chance to do much because a few strong punches were delivered to your core immediately after

“Fuck” you mumbled as you crumpled to the ground, and heard the demons laughing as they walked away. You felt yourself bleeding pretty heavily, and knew you wouldn’t be able to make it back to the HoL

“I summon the Avatar of Gluttony. Beelzebub” you said, hoping you remembered how to use your pact correctly

He appeared before you and you let out a sigh of relief, then wincing in pain at your own action

“MC!” he instantly took off his grey hoodie and pressed it to your wound, “There’s an underground hospital close, is it safe for me to lift you or can you walk”

“I think I can walk, but can you keep an arm around me” you ask, and he obviously does

You get to the hospital and are instantly checked in and brought to a care room. Beel holds your hand and lets you squeeze it as tightly as you need as your wound is sewn up, and then the nurses give you pain medication for the next few weeks

You didn’t know the names of the demons who hurt you, but Lucifer found out easily with his many connections, and he and the rest of his siblings, along with Lord Diavolo, made sure that the two demons never so much as thought about you ever again

Belphegor

“Belphie, please let me in” you knocked on his door again, not knowing what had caused him to storm off in the first place

The door opened, but before you could say anything Belphie was talking

“MC, I’m fucking pissed right now, and the last person I want to be around is you” his voice was sharp, and you almost teared up at how genuine his words seemed

“Fine, okay, I’m sorry for trying to help” you responded before turning and running down the stairs from his room in the attic, wanting to give him space but also run away from him

You were going to try not to cry, but as soon as you stepped outside the HoL you couldn’t hold back anymore. Sniffling, you walked to the park nearby to sit at a bench and think. You pulled out your D.D.D. to text Beelzebub and ask him to check up on Belphie, but didn’t even unlock it before someone sat down next to you

You didn’t recognize who it was, and you wiped under your eyes as the demon began to speak

But they didn’t say anything near what you expected. Well, you didn’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t to be called a filthy human by a stranger

The demon proceeded to call you names, but you were too mentally exhausted to fight back, so you just sat and listened as they tried to get a reaction from you

“What, aren’t you listening to me? Stupid human” and the demon started punching you. Hard.

You tried to fight back at first, but compared to the strength of a demon you couldn’t really do much. Once you started losing consciousness the other demon left you to sit, laughing at your wounds

You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t want to bother Belphie if he was still in a bad mood, but you needed help. You pulled out your D.D.D. and saw a text from him, reading: ‘MC, I’m sorry. Please come back, give me a chance to explain’

As you couldn’t move, you realized your only option was to summon him, so that’s exactly what you did

“I summon the Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor” you suddenly got nervous, unsure why since you and Belphie were so close, but you knew he’d help you no matter what

“MC? MC holy shit” he sat next to you on the bench and you instantly leaned into him and started sobbing

“MC I’m so sorry, this never should have happen” he had an arm around you

You sniffled, “It isn’t your fault, I was just clearing my head” you reassured him, still hurt by his previous words but not at all blaming him for the other demon’s attack

He brought you back to the HoL and gave you ice packs for the bruises that were starting to surface, making sure you had everything you needed for the next many days until you were healed

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A/N: This took me longer than I thought it would to write but I also kept taking breaks and had three classes today lol. But here it is !!! I love writing angst hehe so this was really fun

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #lucifer x mc #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #obey me leviathan #leviathan x mc #obey me satan #satan x mc #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x mc #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub x mc #obey me belphegor #belphegor x mc

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down-in-devildom · 3 years

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Can you do the brothers reaction (and if it's ok the dateables + Luke as well) to MC being a pro at skateboarding?Just curious that's all >v<

My knowledge of skateboarding extends to the Tony Hawks Pro Skater games and Sk∞ so this will be interesting. Will be breaking this up into two parts and get to the dateables at a later time.

Brothers react to Skateboarding Pro! Mc

Lucifer

When Lucifer looks through the window of the student council office at RAD and sees MC on their skateboard going at a breakneck pace to make it to classes on time, his isn't all that pleased

This demon is the slightest bit old school and may not see the sport as being the most refined

Lucifer isn't going to say anything about it though and is just glad that they can make it to RAD in a more timely manner when the MC inevitably sleeps in

After a bit of time and repeated exposure to MC skating, Lucifer will start to develop a bit of a begrudge respect for it and the MC's skills

Not only was MC able to showcase expert balance to be able to flip the board midair and land solidly, they made it all look so effortlessly

Soon enough, Lucifer will understand that this is something the MC takes pride in and who was he to deny them of his favorite sin

Just don't ride it in the Demon Lord's Castle...

Mammon

When MC first came to the Devildom for the exchange program, they had a strange carrier case strapped to their back and Mammon was instantly interested in seeing if what was inside had any potential value

When he does manage to steal the MC's board, he is a bit disappointed to see that it was just some beat-up piece of wood with wheels

He knows a bit more about human culture than some of his brothers just through his exposure when going to the human world to make deals with witches, but didn't really get exposed to skateboarding

When Mammon is caught by the MC and questioned about why they have their board, he is kind of quick to go on the defense claiming he doesn't know why they are lugging around something so useless anyway

Mammon is then dragged to the HoL's courtyard and shown exactly what the board is for. The jumps were so cool! The rail riding was something else and don't get him started on how fast they were able to go

Being a bit of an opportunist, Mammon will be quick to try to get MC to agree to do some live demos and performances for small fees. And may try it out for himself

Satan

Satan is very interested in all the healed scars that liters MC's forearms and knees and lightly inquiries about them one day while they are walking into town

When MC says they are from skateboarding, Satan will nod his head with his hand on his chin in thought

Soon enough, he will start approaching MC with diagrams of skating moves and physics theories to see if they are able to pull off more and more advanced moves

His interest is almost flattering but also super intimidating because he watched the MC with unwavering focus and a serious look on his face while he tries to mentally catalog the MC's scope of talent like a cat what refuses to blink when staring at you

He is trying to show his support of the MC by research ways that they can possibly improve upon tricks they already know or showing them more obscure moves he found in weirdly niche books at the library

It comes off a bit strong

In a weird, roundabout way, he becomes more knowledgeable about skateboarding than the MC and he hasn't even stepped onto the board before

Asmodeus

Asmo was waiting to meet MC outside of this cute little cafe so that they can take Devilgram pictures of this new limited addition seasonal drink when he sees MC speeding down the street on a skateboard

He was slightly taken aback just because he wasn't expecting it but is entertained by watching them weave their way through all the demons milling about with such ease and grace

Skateboarding wouldn't be Asmo's sport of choice, if there is one to begin with, but he can see beauty in just about anything and MC kind of made his heart skip a beat there when they did a quick stop right in front of him and gave him a lazy smirk

Asmo probably wouldn't ask to see the MC do many tricks just because he feels like he can't take good pictures without being in the pathway and getting ran over BUT he is totally into the skater fashion

It isn't to his usually taste but Asmo would make sure that MC looked absolutely stunning in whatever he picks out for them to skate in

Breathable, lightweight, and 1000 times better than early 2000s fashion. You're welcome, MC

Beelzebub

Beel was just walking back to HoL after going to the local market to pick up some snack for the movie night everybody was having and sampling everything when he sees MC practicing some kick flips in the courtyard

He stands to the side for a bit, not wanting to get in the way, but immediately drops all of the food when he sees MC take a bit of a nasty tumble and has them in his arms and fretting in a heartbeat

After being assured that they are indeed okay, Beel will relax a bit and ask what they were doing

Beel loves sports and can understand the appeal. He can't really tell how talented MC is, just because he doesn't have a frame of reference, but they seem to be having fun and don't fall all that often

He is more than happy to be MC's personal cheerleader and watches them pull of more and more complicated tricks

He doesn't really get used to the MC's occasional blunders and will always seem to materialize at their side ready with some bandages and lollipops he keeps in his pocket, just in case

The lollipops have totally already been opened and licked on

Belphegor

Belphie was laying in the grass of the courtyard of RAD, waiting for MC to show up for their regularly scheduled school nap during lunch, when he hears the sound of wheels on the pavement approaching

He slowly rolls himself over enough to see what is going on, when he catches sight of MC dismounting the board and walking over to him

Belphie used to be obsessed with human culture but was understandablely behind with his knowledge on more recent trends so his curiosity is slightly peaked

He doesn't bother asking about it in the moment though because he has more important things to do, such as using his favorite pillow

It is only after MC keeps showing up to the meeting spot that Belphie finally caves and asks about it

He appears to be interested, if his eyes not looking as droopy was anything to go by, so MC will have to take the incentive and just show him a few tricks and flips

Belphie isn't much for physical activities so he isn't the most invested in understanding the sport, but he does try to show his support by asking you to show him a few of your favorite moves

He even gets onto the board for a few seconds to try to see what the appeal was, but isn't that thrilled when he almost immediately falls off of it and decides it isn't worth the effort

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🛹💥🩹🤕 -Leo

#obey me headcanons #obey me requests #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me brothers #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #skateboarding!mc #shall we date asmodeus #shall we date satan #shall we date lucifer #shall we date belphegor #shall we date mammon #shall we date beelzebub #obey me request

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marswritingss · 4 years

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karasuno and nekoma’s manager with an ed and selfharm

req: um hello 👉🏼👈🏼 I saw you were doing emergency requests and, unless you're uncomfy with it, could i request karasuno and nekoma comforting their manager who has an eating disorder (anorexia) and/or self harms? ive been going through a tough time with my ed and self harm. if you feel uncomfortable writing this, its totally fine i understand! have a good day/night 💕

me: ofc baby! i’m glad you trusted me in this and i hope you know that you’re amazing and deserve to be happy. keep on going, if you’ve hit the bottom now you can only go better :)) if you ever need to talk just dm me or send it here anonymously :)

warnings: eating disorder and self harm,,, but it all ends up being fluff bc baby here needs it

oh god i’m here after finishing it i might have made it too angsty shit

also yes i’m still working on my other requests but as you’ve seen this is an emergency req and somehow i managed to pull out some ideas while i was taking a shower and come up with something as fast as i could

btw i feel i focused more in the ed part than in the self harm part so if you want me to rewrite this i'll do it gladly! <33

another note: at first i had written one paragraph in female, and i obviously had to change it, but i didn’t know how to change female volleyball team to something neutral, so i just created this miyagi under 18 volleyball group where you happened to play :))

karasuno

– ok what happened is that you used to do volleyball, though not in highschool, but in a group, because you had forgotten to sign up for the club and when you realised, it was too late

– but uH

– well

– it happened that you had to stop playing it because of an injury on your first year of highschool (you were a second year)

– kiyoko knew you because her cousin was friends with you, and when she learned that you did know volleyball, she didn’t hesitate to ask you to join her and yachi

– so there you were, one month after recruiting you, you had developed friendships with everyone and the whole team adored you

– but they didn’t know about your habits, and the pants and jacket you wore everytime to the gym covered enough to not look suspicious

– so daichi didn’t think there would be a problem about organizing a trip to the beach

– at first you were going to turn the invitation, but the look yachi, hinata and noya gave you made you bit your inner cheek and say yes

– well, you could always stay under the umbrella and read something, and maybe even talk with tsukki or ennoshita

– the point is, you weren’t going to show your thighs, much less take a bath. and you didn’t have a problem! your body had no reserves of fat, which made your body not be able to preserve any heat

– i’m pretty sure i read that you can’t preserve heat in your body which makes you grow more hair somewhere but if i’m wrong please call me out

– if hinata or yamaguchi asked you why were you wearing long jeans, you could just tell them you hadn’t shaved that day

– your plan was going to be alright, you had it under control

– so the day arrived.

– you were in a hoodie and jeans, just like you planned

– i mean, it wasn’t even summer, the volleyball idiots just happened to be too warm to be able to go to the beach in may

– so there wasn’t anything odd

– or so you thought

“pfff are you going to make a sandman y/n?” asked tsukki

“oh, no i-”

“yeah y/n! it’s too hot to be wearing hoodies!”

“oi! let her wear what she wants” said daichi

– bless him tbh

– so you sat in your towel and started thinking

"you have it all under control” you muttered to yourself, not knowing ennoshita was listening

“what?” he asked

“oh, it’s nothing” you brushed off

“stupid! you almost discover yourself!” you scolded in your mind

– appart from that. no one seemed to know anything

– so you sent the thought to the back of your mind and took out a book

– ahh it was a nice day

– you hadn’t had to eat anything and the coke you had had earlier was enough to keep you up so you didn’t have to ingest anything else, and you hadn’t had any urges so your wounds from yesterday were already healing

– but

– somehow, the temperature started rising

– and, without thinking about it, you rolled your sleeves a bit up

– suga almost fainted when he saw, and ennoshita had to keep him from going there and lecture you

– you hadn’t noticed any of this so you kept reading

“we should see how y/n behaves and talk to her accordingly” told ennoshita to suga, who nodded

– when you realised you had rolled up your sleeves, showing your skinny arm and some of your wounds, you panicked. but no one had told you anything, and you knew that if anyone knew they would’ve told you anything, so you reminded yourself to be more careful

– oh, how wrong you were

“do you want some onigiri, y/n?” kageyama asked, handing you one. it smelled amazing, and you had to dig your nails on your palms before denying

“no thanks” you said with a smile

“but these were made by my mom!” said hinata “you have to try them out!”

– one bite didn’t hurt, did it?

“yes it does” you told yourself

– you shook your head and told them you were going on a walk

– hopefully they’d be too distracted on eating that they wouldn’t think about it too much

– and tsukki, of all people, asked if he could go with you. you didn’t want to leave suspicions so you accepted

– you didn’t know, but he had realised that the amount of food you ate was too little, even for him, and that sometimes you seemed to make faces when noya would drag you by the arm

– so when he saw the two moms of the team panicking over you, and your rolled up sleeves, he confirmed it

“ennoshita-san, sugawara-san, i’ve seen you’ve realised about y/n... habits” he said. ennoshita looking at him in surprise. “i was thinking about talking to them later, since they’ll probably run away as soon as the two simpletons bring the food”

“mmmm” nodded suga. “be careful though, we don’t really know about how far the situation has gone”

– so there he was, walking with you asking himself how to bring the topic

– you were thinking about what excuse to use if he happened to know, when you felt your legs fail and almost drop you

– this looks like a tsukki hc wtf i’m sorry hol on

– anyway so this guy ends up dragging you and saying things you can’t even focus on because you don’t have the energy

– hinata and noya panic and ask if you’re going to be okay

– daichi calms them while suga and asahi help you sit down

“what happened?” asks

– you’re about to pull off an excuse when ennoshita talks lowly enough so only daichi suga asahi and you can hear

“can’t you see?” he says you think he’s disgusted but he’s actually worried and mad that no one had realised before “y/n isn’t okay, they haven’t eaten yet, and the wounds in their arms are affecting them

– you felt your tears appear

– suga tried comforting you by rubbing his hand in your back

“it’s okay, we’ll figure something out” he said

– then you started crying, and hinata panicked for the second time and ran to hug you

“i’m sorry i’m not enough” you said between sobs. you were frustrated with yourself and started to feel the urge to rip off the skin that had formed in your wounds

– both suga and daichi looked at you, while hinata hugged you tighter, as if you were going to leave

“what do you mean?” asked kageyama, he was behind asahi, who had been looking at you with pity

“i don’t want your pity” you thought, asahi smiled at you even though you probably had sent him a death glare

“i’m...” you started, but shut yourself as you didn’t know what to say.

“oi! y/n!” called tanaka, a bit harshly. daichi stiffened as he thought how tanaka was sometimes too brute with words “you’re beautiful as hell!” he said punching the air

“heck yeah!” said noya, jumping “you’re the most beautiful person i’ve seen!”

“y/n you’re so cute! when you enter the gym is like whaaaam and... uhhh” started hinata “and booooooom” he said flailing his hands around

– you laughed a bit

– daichi smiled relieved

– maybe the pair knew how to handle

– that day ended up you getting hugged by everyone and ennoshita staying with you while wathcing noya and hinata bully tsukki splashing water to him while yamaguchi screamed ‘tsukki!!!!’

“you know y/n,” he started. asahi was on your other side “you can always count on us” he said while smiling “you helped us getting back to volleyball, even though you were still on your club and probably thought some coward first years wouldn’t be worthy. i think we owe you that one” he said. you remembered that. he had stumbled across you, the intimidating first year setter who had saved the current Under 18 Miyagi prefecture Volleyball Club from lacking a setter, how you had heard sometimes. ah, you missed these times. you hadn’t entered the shit hole that was now, and your mood had always been bright.

– you smiled and muttered a “thank you”

– now, noya and tanaka keep track of you and how you’re feeling while ennoshita asks you how are you everytime your class ends, since you were in the same class.

– the third years now take turns to compliment you everyday. and i mean EVERY day

“hey y/n! you look very pretty today” says asahi while blushing. behind you, daichi and suga give him a thumbs up

“damn! these stats look really neat!” says hinata

“y/n was the one arranging them boke, of course they look neat” says kageyama

– everyday team hugs

– kiyoko hugs>>>>

– yachi ends up offering some of her food, but never complains nor pushes you if you’re not feeling like eating that day

– after a while, you start feeling way better, and even build up the courage to ask for help, which makes sugamama proud

– tanaka defo cries when you announce you’ll be visiting a therapist two days a week

– this turned to be ennoshita and tsukki hcs i’m so sorry-

nekoma

– so kuroo, being the eighty years old he is (and sometimes kind of a mom, even tho the official one is yaku), he always reminded everyone to eat their food and drink water, and being so persistent, he thought everyone took care of themselves, especially their precious manager that tora had been whipped by when he knew nekoma did in fact have a manager

– but oh, boy

– he didn’t know about your problems with food and how you punished yourself

– kenma already knew about it. he had found you in the gym bathroom when you were purging (ik the ones who purge are more tended to be bulimic, but i really didn’t know how to make this happen, sowwy) after eating for the first time in twenty hours a few months ago, but he had promised to not say anything as he knew these things weren’t to take lightly

– but he did check up on your mood and asked you if you felt better or worse than the day before

– he did in fact, felt bad about not being able to help you in any other way, but he genuinely didn’t know how to talk about it properly with you and he didn’t want to hit a nerve

– kuroo surprisingly hadn’t discovered anything, even though you weren’t the most secretive about it and he was quite intuitive in these topics

– until shinzen training camp

– the coaches had decided to pull a two weeks training camp, somehow, and, as always, your team was invited

– you weren’t worried, you had already gone through two years full of training camps and you were a pro at choosing the food at the cafeteria with the least calories, usually giving half of it to yukie

– the first week went alright. kenma kept sneaking to the sidelines to ask you how were you feeling that day, and yukie ate the halves of your food. so far, training camp was going quite well. you had had only felt a few urges you could perfectly satisfy by sinking your nails in your thighs, and brush it off as nervousness

– however, the second week was a complete disaster

– your thoughts hit you like the bus hit regina george, and ended up almost banging your head against the wall in order to shut down those feelings, and it only had been two hours since you had woken up

– as soon as lunch started, you felt like puking when you felt the smell of the food. not even the low calories noodles could shut the feeling

– so you ended up almost having a panick attack, which you were able to stop as soon as you felt the familiar numbness that had taken over your body countless times

– but you still ran away to calm yourself in a less crowded place

– the third years were worried. although they had been with you three years, they had never seen you run with such look in the face, and ended up sending kai to ask you, since they didn’t want to crowd and overwhelm you

“y/n?” asked while blushing because he was entering in the managers bathroom (bless him)

– he found you swinging yourself in the last bathroom, trying to block everything in your surroundings. there were tears in your eyes, now pressed and closed, and you were hugging yourself putting your forehead (which i wanna kith bc YOU DESERVE THE WORLD OKAY) against your knees and your face between your legs. you hadn’t seen him

– he didn’t move as he didn’t want to scare you, you seemed really really distressed, you were hyperventilating and rubbing your ahdns up your arms, trying to find some heat

– when you felt better, although you were still shaking, you saw him, smiling fondly in aim to ensure you that everything was going to be alright

“s-sorry...” you said, looking down. he looked at you like asking what were you talking about. “i... i uhhh... i ruined your lunch... sorry about that”

“oh! don’t worry about that y/n, how are you feeling right now?” he asked, he had crouched down to hug you and look at you, and was now rubbing the back of your hands in a really soothing way

“i don’t really know...” you said, lost

– and the other barged down but more lowkey

“y/n! are you okay? are you feeling alright?” asked yaku, looking at you worried

“yakkun” said kuroo, warning that he was in fact, acting out of his motherly instints and overwhelming you

– so you stayed there with them feeling more and more calmed until you built up the courage to get up and walk to the sink, where you splashed your face with water and let the cold of it relax you. you felt like you had to explain a few things, even though you had the feeling that they knew already

“i owe you guys an explanation” you said

“it’s okay y/n, you don’t owe us anything-”

“kuroo, i do” you said, sharply. you were familiar with them, and they had already seen you changning yourself (don’t even ask about this, it just happened in your first year when you hadn’t hit rock bottom and still felt alright with your body, so you hadn’t mind when the managers changing room was locked and you changed on the club room). but it didn’t mean they weren’t weirded out when you started pulling down your pants, showing them the scars and wounds that covered most of your skinny thighs.

– they were confused, and then, when they connectted the dots, concern took over their faces

“y/n...” said yaku, hugging you. it was weird by the fact that your pants were down, but you really didn’t mind at this point.

“it’s alright” you said, but the tears streaming down your face again said otherwise

“how much has this been going on?” asked kuroo, not sounding with an angry tone, but more of a concerned one.

“um...” you rubbed the back of your neck “ i started feeling the urges in the middle of the second year...”

– yaku tightened the hug, warming you

“it’s okay, you can count on us” he said

– when you felt better, lunch had already ended, but kenma had kept a tray with a bit of everything for you in case you needed something, which you did, but didn’t want to eat.

– but the look in kuroo’s face and the warming hand that kai had placed in your back made you feel better and helped you push down the feeling of grossness, so you took a bit of a few things

– the third years stuck around you the rest of the week, sending smiles or reassurance everytime you felt negatively

– none of the first years know anything, but kuroo has imposed a rule of not talking about certain topics such as body types or calories, and yaku ripped the posters of girls in bikinis off the walls of the clubroom

– tora doesn’t know the full story, but he now praises you (as he should) and is more careful with what does he say

– kenma keeps asking you how are you doing, with the addition of fukunaga looking at you with platonic love eyes (i hope y’all know what i mean or ima end up embarrashing myself-)

– kuroo tells you facts about health that make you feel better

“y/n, did you know that stress can give you bad headaches? take a relax day today” says one time, that day, practice ends up early even though it’s saturday (usually the toughest days) and the whole team goes walking around the city (kenma and you pet a cat and lev get shit on by a pigeon)

– shibayama hugs you daily, to which lev joins and inuoka and tamahiko

– the team helps you when you start your medication, and don’t hesitate to sit you down and take your duties when you feel low and have to take a rest, and when you tell them they don’t need you, yaku says “but we want to” heroically, and hands the stack of papers to kuroo

– aaa you (we) love them so much,,,

– hope i made you feel better! i’m still hesitant about some parts, but i wanted to finish it a soon as possible so i’d be able to post it hihi

– i’m still saying, if you need to talk or feel low, don’t doubt to dm me! i’m open about talking about anything, and i’d love to help in anything that’s possible 🥺. reminder too that you are loved and deserve to be happy, despite what you think! you’re beautiful and you don’t need anyone’s approval to feel as valid as the rest. you’ve got this! <3

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu x y/n #karasuno #karasuno x reader #karasuno hcs #karasuno x y/n #karasuno manager #manager reader #nekoma #nekoma x reader #nekoma x y/n #nekoma hcs #nekoma manager #emergency request

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romantic-barnes · 4 years

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unintended | part three

| part three - time has come to make things right |

Parings: king!bucky x princess!reader

Summary: The moment you have come of age, you are being ripped out of the place you call home and into the kingdom of Cydonia ruled by King James, your betrothed. Neither of you pleased with the situation, neither of you being honest. Between fights, snarky remarks and glaring, do you find time to breathe? Is it possible to reconcile or even love one another?

Warnings: arranged marriage, insulting, being mean on purpose, a bit of a slow burn, the reader has a twin!

A/N: this is the third part of my entry in @sillyqt 1k writing challenge. I apologize that this took so long but I just needed to get this right!

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

With your parents visiting, a dinner and ball were organized with it. The tailor made you a brand-new dress, red velvet fabric, the skirt flowing out from your waist. Natasha smiled proudly admiring the what she called masterpiece. She was responsible for the design of the dress, advising the tailor on what to add and what to leave out.

You looked in the mirror one more time, checking to make sure everything fit nicely. You pulled down the wide, off-shoulder straps once more. Natasha brought out the gold crown adorned with rubies and you grimaced at the thought of having to wear the heavy crown all night long, rubbing your neck already feeling the ache.

With your crown seated on the top of your head and a nod of approval from Natasha, you went about your way. You walked fast through the corridors, down the marble stairs, a wide smile on your face that you couldn’t resist. Seeing your parents after such a long time was agonizing.

You practically ran to your parents as soon as the door to the Dining hall was opened, wrapping your arms around both Tony and Pepper.

The servant brought your plate, setting it down in front of you. A look down to the food, you tilted your head, already raising your hand to call over the servant. There was nothing but meat, a single baby carrot for décor, but that was it. “I’m sorry, but I don’t eat meat.” You said to him and he took the plate right with him.

“Oh, I’m sorry darlin’ I’m sure we can find a bit of bread for you.” James placed his hand on top of yours, smiling. You knew what he was doing, but you came prepared.

You had informed the staff in the kitchen that you were vegetarian, that when anything unfortunate happens, they had something they could do for you.

The same servant came back with your meal more to your liking, no meat in sight. A smirk spread across your face. “My King, how nice of you!” You squeezed his hand, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. “He takes such good care of me father, having a meal especially for me prepared.” You looked at James lovingly, but you wanted to laugh at his face.

His jaw slightly open and speechless. You took a sip of your wine in victory.

Conversation and wine flowed easily, the two fitting together perfectly. With your parents here, you felt a lot more comfortable. You rested your elbows on the table, laughed with your whole body. You missed this right here. No pretending, no forced conversation.

This felt like home right here right now.

After dinner, everyone flowed through the doors to the ball room. Chandeliers lighting the room with candles, throwing shadows in shape of the guests on the walls.

This was it, the moment everyone had been waiting for. The moment your engagement to King James would be announced. The king led you up the few steps, your hand in his raised high for everyone to see. The small tiara weighing you down. A crown doesn’t tend to do that, but you knew that after you were married to James, you would be crowned Queen of Cydonia.

And that terrified you.

You hadn’t payed any attention to what the King had said, but you knew as soon as the guests clapped and your parents looked up at you, proud smiles on their lips. It was official. You were now engaged to King James.

He walked you to the middle of the room, all the guests scattered around you. With a swift move, James wrapped his arm around your waist, while the other held tightly onto your hand. The music started playing softly and James led you, guiding you across the floor.

A familiar heat rose to your cheeks, the stares all around you making you terribly nervous. You weren’t really used to this, being in the foreground, but now that you were the future Queen, they had a right to look. A Queen can’t hide behind a candle stick, running off into the corridors to the garden. A Queen needs to be seen.

The music picked up a little pace and so did James, but he noticed your absence, the distance in your eyes as you gazed off to the distance passt his shoulder. He could sense the tightness in your muscles, your wandering eyes and he knew you were nervous. Truth be told that James sadly knew what this was like.

He knew when their eyes bored into him, his arm, his scars that he tensed up, looking anywhere except where he was supposed to look.

He couldn’t quite tell why he got sad for you, the woman who mocked him, threw him into a pond. James couldn’t fit the pieces together but the truth was that he felt a pang of sadness.

His arm tightened around you, trying to catch your attention without catching the attention from the ones around him. The moment your eyes met his, he gave you a gentle smile. “Our mothers seem to be quite happy.” James said, pointing to your’s and his mother with his eyes.

Your head turned to them, watching as they talked, their eyes on you and James. You knew that your mother was happy seeing you dance with the King and you remembered how important it was to see you happy. She wold never want for your to be miserable. But the question was if you are. Are you miserable in his arms? When he took your hand, led you to the floor, did you want to slap him away? When he wrapped his arm around you, did you want to push him away?

You eyes met James’ and the smile he wore irritated you. How can he be so nonchalant about this?

It’s a show. A show for everyone in the room.

“Of course they are, they think we’re in love.”

“Aren’t we though?” James said, catching off guard. You tilted your head and the smirk on his lips made you squint your eyes at him. “I mean the purest form of love is shoving someone in a pond.”

“Don’t forget pretending to get seriously injured.” You looked lovingly at him, caressing his cheek with your hand.

James lost focus for a second feeling your warm hand on his cheek. If he didn’t know better he would think you were serious. You were very convincing, the look on your face melting his hart, but he caught the melting drips quickly. It’s dangerous to let you into his heart considering he knew for a fact that you hated him. He knew that just the sound of his name might make you puke, so his brain told him to shut his heart away from her.

“How could I forget?” James pulled you closer, his beard scratching your skin as he placed a kiss on your cheek and you scrunched up your face in fake disgust.

“Ew, James don’t do that. I don’t want your saliva anywhere near my body.” You wiped your skin dramatically, but a smile spread across your face.

“Oh my love, once we’re married we’ll be doing more than just kissing.” James winked at you and your smile disappeared at the images flashing through your mind.

Images of James shirtless, panting, breathless. His lips anywhere, hands roaming your skin. The thought of him so close and so intimate pushed your blood to your cheeks.

You stared up at him, eyes wide and flushing and James couldn’t like how cute you looked. He knew what you thought about and his brain screamed at him again in loud volume to stop looking at her like that.

The music faded out slowly, you and James pulled apart, eyes still locked. An odd atmosphere formed in between the space you and James created. But it wasn’t hateful nor was it spiteful, a feeling of mutual understanding, a feeling of truce of some sort. But the problem was that neither you nor James wanted to admit or give into it.

With the floor filling with partners dancing happily, you and James distanced yourselves. You turned to walk over to a servant grabbing a glass of wine from the tray, gulping the red wine down in three.

“For two people who despise each other, that was a pretty intimate dace.” Sam stood next to you, watching the crowd twirl around the room. He took a glass as well.

“The things you do to come off convincing, Sam.”

“There’s not a day I don’t wonder what went wrong with the two of you. Bucky is not that unlikeable.”

“Bucky?” You tilted your head in Sam’s direction at the name.

“Damn, no one except his mother and the servants call him James.”

“So he hasn’t offered for me to call him Bucky because I have the same status as a servants to him?” The smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth reassured Sam.

“I think he’s just teasing you.” Sam winked at you before walking away to Lady Natasha.

The evening wore on and you flt the impact of standing on your feet. You snuck to the walls of the room behind the guests who talked absently with each other, and yo leaned on the wall for support. A contend sigh at the small relieve.

The women in front of you in a half circle, chatting, but you din’t pay them any mind until Bucky’s name fell from their lips. The moment you heard what they were talking about your brows furrowed. It was one thing for you to talk about his appearance, but for them to do the same? Absolutely not.

The vile insults pushed you off the wall, furious at the sound of their sneering.

“I mean, his face is pretty.”

“But I heard his arm is so deformed it doesn’t look like an arm anymore.”

“I heard it reached his chest.”

“The poor princess, having to see that on top of her for the rest of her life.”

Their words shocked you, but not out of pity, because how dare they talk about the King like this. Your future husband. And on top of that feeling sorry for you. In these moments you wished you were Julia, holding your head high like her, brushing the words off, but that’s sadly not who you are.

“Well, if you girls weren’t so judgemental maybe the creases on your foreheads wouldn’t resemble mountains, but I guess sharing once brain cell amongst yourselves does that to you.” Your voice cut through theirs, their heads turning towards you and you relished in the way the colour drained from their faces.

With long strides you walked odd between them towards Bucky. You hooked your arm with his, missing the surprised look on his face as you continued to glare at the women.

Bucky didn’t know why you were so keen all of a sudden to be so close to him. The words from Sam bouncing off of him, not even reaching his ears as he was busy looking down at you.

[ part four ]

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northcarolinanative · 4 years

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𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 / 𝙲𝚑 𝟷𝟽

Description: John B’s Sister comes home from staying with their mom, only to find out that her brother is missing and her dad was murdered. JJ may have just lost his best friend. Her and JJ have to figure out what to do and how to pick up the pieces.

A/N: Wow I really didn’t expect this to go there… but it did. Let me know what you think. This is like 3k words of FEELings and the FLUFF so. Also mentions JJ’s homelife and swearing because IDK how to not swear… As always requests/asks/messages are open, so tell me something!!

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Chapter 17: I Thought of You

We all celebrated with a round of food, courtesy of Mr.C, as it was well into the afternoon by the time we had figured out that John B and Sarah were, in fact, alive. We had yet to figure out just how we were going to reach out and contact them because they obviously didn’t want to be found. I didn’t blame him since John B’s name had yet to be cleared, seeing as his only suitable witness was with him.

JJ and I fell into the same step as we made our way back to the car. “What if we did go to the SBI, tell them what we know? Do you think that they could bring them back?” I said, my voice was quiet as JJ stopped walking to look at me.

“Absolutely not. We have to make sure that Ward and Rafe are ready to go down first” he huffed, still looking at me confused. I just pulled him closer to the car. He took the keys from my hand before opening up the passenger side door. He motioned for me to get in as I raised my eyebrows at him, silently asking what he was doing. “I’m surprising you.” He shrugged. “We need to celebrate, we did do most of the work.” he laughed. I took off my backpack, feigning being a little surprised. JJ rolled his eyes before circling the car and returning to the driver’s side. He placed his backpack in the back of the car before starting the car with a large smile on his face.

“Where are we going JJ?” I asked, rolling my window down to let in the warm, salty air. I let my hand reach out the window tap on the roof of the car, matching the beat of the song that was softly playing from the radio.

“That’s a surprise baby.” He said with a laugh, letting his right-hand fall to rest on my knee. I felt my cheeks flush at his choice of words, only to be reiterated with his actions. “See things are turning up for the first time you arrived back on this godforsaken island, and you deserve to have a good time.” He finished a proud look on his face.

“And you're gonna be the one to do that?” I joked. He looked at me, a confused look on his face.”Show me a good time?” I questioned with a giggle.

JJ tightened his grip on my leg, “Oh you have no idea the kind of good time I’m capable of.” He winked in my direction.

I rolled my eyes and just mumbled a sarcastic, “mhm.” I couldn’t deny the way that my heart sped up though as he did. The way his thumb was rubbing short lines across my thigh, making me blush and the butterflies in my stomach even stronger. JJ had turned the music up louder in the car when he noticed that I started singing to a particular song.

We were headed in the direction of The Point when JJ parked on the side of the road. I opened the passenger side door to be met with a set of sand covered, makeshift wooden stairs, taking a steady pace up the hillside. JJ was by my side as I looked up the steep hill, then back at him with a confused look on my face. I took in JJ’s appearance, as he had lost his hoodie now and was wearing his backpack which seemed very full, on his back.

“Well, what are we waiting for, the sun’s gonna start setting any minute now.” He smiled and pulled me through the thick grass to the stairs. We made our way up the sandy stairs, much steeper than anything that I imagined they would be for an island. JJ’s hand wrapped around mine kept me climbing the hill at a fast pace. I could see how eager he was to get to the top.

Once we made it to the top, there was an opening in the trees and a small cliff that looked over the ocean. I took a deep breath feeling it hitch in my throat at how beautiful the scenery in front of me was. To our right was the lighthouse, and everywhere was the vastness of the ocean. “JJ this is beautiful!” I exclaimed tugging on his hand. I saw him smile and blush, just as he pulled us closer to the edge of the flat plain. JJ set his bag down and pulled out a blanket. As he began to lay it on the ground behind me, I found my way to the very edge of the cliff, looking down the long jagged wall. Below me, the water hit the jetty with force as the wind picked up. My hair swirled around my head, but the feeling was amazing, like nothing else I could think of.

I quickly used my hands to fix what the wind had done to my hair before turning on my heel to face JJ. There he was, sat on the small blanket with a beer in his hand outstretched to me. I giggled at his antics before sitting down, only a few inches away from him and taking the beer from his hands.

“I know it isn’t champagne or anything fancy like that,” He said, holding up his can. I raised mine to his. “To finding our friends” He laughed and we touched our cans together, clinging against one another with a dull thud. We both moved almost simultaneously, cracking the cans open and taking the first few sips. I was never one to choose beer, but after today it tasted refreshing, even if it was slightly warm.

“How did you even find this place?” I asked looking out over the water. The sky was beginning to turn a vibrant shade of pink as the sun began to sink lower, towards the horizon.

“When I left and went walking, the other night,” He stated. “ I thought about going home.” He paused. I felt my heart sink. No one was a stranger to the things that went on in the Maybank house, but summer after summer I was there with John B and my dad when JJ would ask for a place to say and lay low for a bit. Every time he was covered in bruises and cuts and one of us cleaned him up so it wouldn’t get worse and could heal. Every time it was the same response, “I’m used to it.” If I could help it, this summer, I wasn’t going to let him go home.

“But I realized that if I did, I probably wouldn’t make it out alive.” He paused again to take a deep breath. My heart hurt for him, knowing that the one place that is supposed to be a safe haven, was the place he feared the most. “I saw these stairs, and decided that no matter what was up here had to be better than that.” He let out a cynical laugh and looked my way. I’m sure that the look of pity on my face wasn't helpful, so I quickly gave him a soft smile, urging him to continue. “I found this here. It was nice and you wanna know the first thing that I thought?” He asked, a small smile forming on his lips as he leaned back on the arm closest to me, his hand barely touching mine.

“What?” I questioned back, mimicking his action, and taking another few sips from my beer, waiting for him to answer. The golden light that was coming from the sunset was highlighting the high points of his cheeks in all the right ways, not to mention the way that his hair was the perfect shade of blonde to accompany the sunsets warm tones.

He turned his head to look at me, noticing I had been looking at him, I felt my face heat as the red tint covered my cheeks. “I thought of you. I thought that I should bring Y/N here, she would love it.” I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. I looked down, becoming slightly timid at his blatant confession. It was so simple, but it made my heartbeat quicken. “I remember that day that you came home, that I had to tell you about your dad and John B, we were out on the boat.” He paused, his eyes were bright as they looked into mine. I nodded my head slowly, silently telling him that I remembered. “You said that even though the ocean had taken away both your brother and your father you found peace with it.” He stayed silent both of us turning to look at the water, listening to it crash against the jetty below us. “I didn’t understand that until last night. It wasn’t the ocean that you were mad at, it was just the common factor” I closed the small space between the two of us, moving myself into his side, letting my head fall into his shoulder.

“What were you angry about last night that you are no longer upset about?” I asked, seeing where he was going with it. I wasn’t going to push him to talk to me, but if he was ready, I wanted him to know that I was more than willing to listen.

“Myself.” He started. I felt my breath hitch. JJ was always one to blame himself for anything, no doubt a result of the words and insults that his father had hurled at him over the years. “I was upset because I kept pushing John B down the hole that eventually led him to get on that boat Y/N.” He heard his voice break, I knew that he was getting ready to cry. I moved myself to kneel between his knees, looking into his blue eyes, now red and lined with tears.

“You know that you don’t have to tell me this if you don’t want to, okay?” I spoke softly, noticeably quieter than I had been before.

He shook his head, still not letting his eyes meet mine, staring down at the patterned towel that was laying down underneath of us. “I want to. I want to tell somebody. I want that somebody to be you, because that night up, up here, I realized how if you weren't here I would have gone off the deep end. You gave me my redemption arc.” I smiled at his reference to film, something he loved, but rarely talked about. I simply nodded my head and let him continue to talk.

“I pushed him into hunting for the gold. He wanted to stop, every time Peterkin came knocking, or when the DCS was looking for him, or even when he wanted to tell the cops about Rafe. I was in his ear telling him to run, to break the law, because we had nothing to lose. I always thought that if we went down, it would be us going down together.” He stopped and let out a shaky breath. He closed his eyes with a veiled attempt to hold in the tears, but they fell down his cheeks at a rapid pace. I moved my hand to cup his jaw softly. I felt him lean into my touch as I wiped away the tears from his cheek.

“I always said I had nothing to lose, but I was wrong. I lost my best friend because of that mentality, and now I don’t know when or if I’ll ever see him again.” He let out a choked sob. I moved behind him in a strange attempt to hold him upright. I put my legs on either side of his, wrapping my arms around his torso and his shoulders, rubbing his arms trying to comfort him.

I kept whispering sweet and comforting words in his ears, trying to get his breathing back to normal. I let myself hook my chin on his shoulder, pulling myself into him as close as I could, trying to keep him as grounded as possible, to let him know that I was there with him. I even let a few tears of my own fall. Seeing him like this was never easy. Once his breathing had calmed and resembled something of a normal rhythm, we stayed in that position as the sun finally sunk below the horizon, leaving a dark sky above us. The stars began to slowly make their way out.

“That’s Orion's Belt.” He said, breaking the silence, bringing his hand up to point out, just over the water’s horizon. He laughed slightly moving to place his hands back over mine on his chest. “Who would have thought that you and I would be sitting here gazing at stars like this.” He said. We both chuckled likely at his statement.

“JJ, can I ask you something?” I said. My words came out hoarse as they felt stuck in my throat.

JJ slowly nodded his head, letting me know that it was okay to ask. I didn’t want to push it, but what Kie had said earlier was at the forefront of my brain as he spoke about what happened with John B. “I told Kie the basics of what was going on with us.” I started, trying to gauge his reaction.

“Nah, common.” He joked, pulling me a little close into his back. “I kinda liked being your little secret.” He joked, causing me to giggle a little bit. The weight on my heart was not as heavy, as JJ did what he did best, made me feel better.

“She said something that I’ve been thinking about since we started this whole search and this.” I said making a small movement, gesturing to the scene that we were a part of. He nodded his head letting me know that he was still listening to me. “She said that you’re different with me than in the past. I mean, I don't know” I said flustered. “I hadn’t noticed it till now, but I don’t want you to pity me because of everything with my dad or John B. I want you to be doing this.” I paused as JJ shifted to face us with wide eyes. His eyes back to that beautiful shade of broken blue. I looked down, not wanting to face them as I finished my sentence, “if you really want to.”

“Y/N.” JJ started, letting his hand come down to my chin. His thumb and pointed finger guided it so that I was met with his now softened eyes. “After everything that we have been through since you got back, I’ve realized a lot. I’m not gonna let you, the girl that I have had a crush on since we were children, keep walking out of my life like I have every summer.” I felt my heartbeat quicken with his words. I barely had time to process what he was saying before he continued talking again. “I know it’s a sudden shift, but if we’ve learned anything from this, it’s that we have to live in the moment, right?” I nodded my head quickly, the smile growing on my face matched the one on JJ’s. “I don’t pity you Y/N, you are the strongest person in my life. As much as I would like to be a big boy and say that I am strong enough to get through this alone, I can’t. I need you by my side for it. That’s why I’m different with you because you make me better.” He stated, trying to get his words right, but I knew exactly what he was saying. “Because I can’t fucking do it without you.”

This time he looked down at the ground. I let my hands slide up from his shoulders, to find each side of his clenched jawline. I gently pushed his head so that he was looking at me. I took a moment to just look over his face, every healing bruise, or smile line, framed his face in the most beautiful way. I let my thumb rub across his jaw. I don’t understand how I somehow got the JJ Maybank, one of the toughest boys in the OBX to sit in front of me and pour his heart out, both us creating rivers of tears. “I can’t fucking do this without you either JJ,” I confessed.

That’s all it took before I felt JJ’s soft lips on mine. The kiss was slow and passionate as he moved to lay me down on the towel beneath us. One of my hands wandered from his jaw to the nape of his neck, my fingers running through his hair. He moved more of his hands beside my head as he was positioned over me. He laid between my legs. I was wrapped up completely in the sensation of JJ, the way that his hand found the perfect spot of my waist to hold, or the way his lips moved against mine. The ocean is still crashing against the side of the cliff, creating an odd ensemble of background noise, but is mostly ignored by the two of us. I use my hand on his jaw to move myself to kiss down the side of his jaw, he moves to allow me, giving us both a chance to catch our breath from the heated moment.

“Be my girlfriend?” He breathed, using his head to nudge mine so I was looking at him.

“I thought you would never ask.” I smiled. “Of course.” JJ dropped his head so that Our foreheads were against each other. He smiled down at me before pressing his lips against mine once more.

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jombocostello · 4 years

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late nights (polnareff x reader)

hey! here’s some polnareff moves because he’s my favorite character in the universe lol. requests for reader inserts/headcanons/imagines are open for any character from 1-7!

It's your third night of sleeping in the desert, and that's three too many. The crusaders have unfortunately found themselves stranded somewhere between Egypt and the Arabian Desert, with no means of escape. You unroll your sleeping bag, trying to brush as much sand as you can out of it. "I can't do this anymore," you mutter to yourself. "This sand is gnarly."

"We'll be out of here soon enough," Joseph says from beside you. You glance over, and he seems to be consumed by the same task. "Hopefully, this is the last night of sleeping on the ground."

"Wouldn't that be great!" Polnareff exclaims, and you look over at him. He's already wrapped up in his sleeping bag, though he doesn't look too comfortable. To be frank, all of these guys are too giant to really get any use out of a sleeping bag, but you figure they're making it work somehow. "My hair is full of sand. It's unbearable." You rake your fingers through your own hair and frown as you watch sand fall in front of your face. This really is unfortunate.

"Anyways, goodnight," Kakyoin calls from his sleeping spot, away from the fire next to Jotaro. He shuts his eyes and turns over, pulling his sleeping bag tightly over his shoulders. He's out pretty quickly after that.

You're all envious of his ability to call forth sleep so easily. Jotaro, who's lying beside him, just grumbles and sets his hat down. He lays back and squeezes his eyes shut.

You climb into your sleeping bag and try to get comfortable, curling up as well as you can in the small covers. "Night," you say to Joseph, watching him lay down.

"Goodnight," he says with a smile. He closes his eyes, and after a few minutes, he's snoring away. Now it's just you left awake and uncomfortable.

There's a sudden flurry of curse words in the middle of the silence and you jump. Polnareff is awake too.

"What was that?" you whisper loudly, sitting up and looking at him. "Are you okay?"

He looks over at you and nods, his eyebrows tightly knitted. "Yeah, I'm fine. My shoe is just filled with fucking sand." He kicks his shoe off and shakes it, and sure enough, a metric ton of sand pours out. "Great."

You laugh, and his annoyed expression lessens a bit. "Well I'm glad you're fine. I thought you got bit by a snake or something." You laugh again at the flash of panic that rushes through Polnareff's expression. "You'll be fine. Just have Silver Chariot slice that shit up."

"Yeah, that's true..." He falls back a bit, leaning on his elbows. "We should try to get some sleep."

"Yeah." You lay back down and contort yourself into the most comfortable position you can manage. "Good night, Polnareff. Watch out for snakes."

You hear him snort, and you grin. "Yeah. You too." You hear the rustle of his blanket being pulled over his form, and you shut your eyes, letting sleep overtake you.

You expect it to be light out when you rise, but all you're greeted by is the pitch black sky and a chilly wind. You sit up, groaning, and rub your eyes. Your neck hurts like a bitch. You hadn't anticipated having to spend several nights in a desert when you embarked on this journey, and while you definitely don't regret it, you are feeling a little pissed off. The cool air hits you and you shiver, crossing your arms tightly over your chest.

You blink when you hear the sound of someone moving. It's Polnareff; he sits by the nearly-dead fire. He crosses his legs and stares down at the ground, fiddling with something. You figure you've got nothing better to do and you stand, wrestling out of your sleeping bag and pulling it over to Polnareff.

"Hey." You sit down next to him, and he glances up at you. In his hand he holds a long twig; he's been doodling in the sand. You laugh. "Jesus, you must be bored."

"Heh, yeah." He sets the stick down and runs his hand over the sand a few times, and it's like nothing ever happened. "I was not born to sleep in the desert. It was not the world's intention."

"Maybe so." You cross your legs, resting your elbows on your thighs. "I can't sleep either. My irrational fear of quicksand has returned with a vengeance."

Polnareff laughs loudly then quickly hushes himself, looking at you with wide, incredulous eyes. "Quicksand? Are you serious?"

Your face flushes, and you reach out and punch Polnareff in the arm. "Yeah, asshole! I mean it showed up in Indiana Jones all the time! And we're basically Indiana Jones-ing it out here." He laughs and throws his hands up in surrender, and you relent, pulling your arm back and smiling slightly. "Indiana Jones... I guess this is a pretty badass thing we've been doing here."

"You guess? This has been insane." Polnareff turns to you and smiles widely. "Hardly a month and we've traveled through half a dozen countries. It's incredible."

"Well we are incredibly powerful stand users." You smirk at each other for a second; you can both be incredibly proud. "But yeah, it's been wild. Hey, is your arm feeling any better?" A few days ago, the five of you had encountered an enemy stand, and Polnareff's left arm had taken a nasty hit.

"Hm? Oh, yeah." He ghosts his fingers over where the wound had been. "Thanks to you. You patched it up so quickly I barely had time to feel any pain."

"Ah, you flatter me, Jean Pierre," you say, pressing a hand to your heart. He chuckles and turns towards the fire. "That's good." You sit in silence for a few minutes, watching the crackling fire work to stay lit. You feel a little warmer by the fire and next to Polnareff's giant frame. Despite the silence and the added comfort of warmth, you still don't feel any sleepier. "...Hey, Polnareff."

"Huh?" He turns to you, eyebrows raised. The light from the fire catches his eyes at the perfect angle, and for a moment they look like sapphires. You try to convince yourself you didn't just notice that, and you fold your hands in your lap.

"Have you been feeling better? I mean, since we left India." That had been where Polnareff killed J Geil, the man who murdered his sister. His quest for revenge had been pretty much all you knew about him back then, and he always seemed dead-set on it. For a couple days after the event he was completely out of it; Avdol's death hurt everyone, but especially him. After that, though, he was back and better than ever and has been since - at least, as far as you can tell.

He raises his eyebrows and looks up at the sky, sighing as he thinks. "...Yeah, I'd say so."

"That's good." You watch his face; it seems like he's still thinking hard about something. "Did it... Did it make you happy to kill him? Are you happier now that he's dead?"

He lets out a low chuckle, surprising you. He shuts his eyes as his voice quietly trails off. "It's funny that you'd ask me that. I was just thinking..." He opens them and looks at you, with an expression that almost seems to be asking you for answers. "I don't know. I don't...think so."

It's definitely a tough question, and he doesn't seem very happy with his answer, but you can tell that he's wanted to talk about this for a while now. "Oh." A chill runs over the both of you, and you almost unconsciously scoot closer to each other.

"After Sherry died, a hole appeared inside of me and it felt like nothing would ever fill it. We lost our parents at a young age, so it was just us for a long time. And then she was gone." He gazes into the fire. "I thought the only thing that could possibly fill that hole, or fix what had happened, was killing her murderer. I completely threw myself into that mission. If I'm being honest I can't even remember half of the time I spent traveling the world for him. It was like lost time - and now my sister's murderer had stolen even more from me."

He isn't looking at you - maybe he can't - but you watch him closely, noticing the way the corner of his mouth turns up into an odd sort of smile. "When I found him my brain completely shut down. It was like having a voice in my head screaming 'go, kill him, before he can take anything else from you.'" He sighs heavily and rests his hands in the sand. "And then look what happened."

He grits his teeth, and you grimace. The team of J Geil and Hol Horse had managed to take down Avdol before you, Polnareff, or Kakyoin even had a chance to try and stop them. "And yeah, it felt nice in the moment to kill him. It was great, actually. But that faded fast." The pensive look on his face suddenly wavers, and he looks at you, seeming almost apologetic. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to unload all of this on you."

"No! You don't have to apologize." You shake your head. "I mean I asked you, didn't I?" He frowns but eventually nods, looking down at his hands. "And it's good to talk about how you're feeling. Bottling everything up has a one hundred percent chance of making you feel like shit all the time."

You both fall quiet, staring into the flickering flames. The lack of talking makes Joseph's loud snoring stand out, and you both giggle for a minute at him before sliding into another bout of silence. You inch closer still to Polnareff; it's pretty chilly out.

He suddenly reaches out and takes your hand, holding it loosely. You jump a bit but make no attempt to pull away; this clearly relieves Polnareff, and he shuts his eyes. "Why are you so good to me?" he asks softly. "You always listen to me, you help me in battle whenever you can, and I... I don't think I do anything in return. Just burden you with all my sob stories." He huffs out a laugh without really smiling.

You had no idea Polnareff felt like this. You grip his hand tighter, looking up at him and putting your other hand on his arm. He turns and looks at you, surprised by the intensity in your expression. "You give me so much, you dumbass," you tell him firmly, and his eyes widen. "I love spending time with you. You make me laugh, and you're always there for me during fights. If I didn't have you around I don't know what I'd be doing right now. Probably just laying on the ground like an idiot." You crack a smile, and to your relief, he returns it. Your expression softens a bit, and you turn away from him, still holding his hand. "I really like being with you."

After a moment you hear Polnareff inhale quickly, and you look up at him. He's one second away from crying. "Oh, man, I didn't mean to..." you trail off, frowning.

"No, I'm fine," he says, and he laughs. "I'm just happy. And tired. Fuck, I'm so exhausted."

You grin. "Yeah, me too." Polnareff finally closes the gap between the two of you and leans against your side, and you smile. You rest your head on his arm, still gripping his hand. You've never felt more comfortable. Everything about Polnareff is so warm and comforting, and you almost feel in love.

Tentatively, you raise your hand up, bringing his with it. He glances down at you without turning his head, watching you silently. Your face goes red as you shut your eyes, lean in, and press a soft kiss to the back of his hand. It's for everything you do for each other, every day. You hope he can tell.

Evidently he can, because the second your lips leave his hand, he spins you around, pulling you flush against him and kissing you powerfully. Your eyes fly open but not a moment later they slide shut, and you can feel him smile as he kisses you. He's so passionate; it's as if he's been waiting days to do this. Maybe he has...? You don't know what to think, and you really can't - your head is spinning from this wonderful kiss.

He pulls away and takes a deep breath, looking at you with wide, earnest eyes. "I'm sorry," he starts, "for not asking first. I just wanted to kiss you so, so, badly - " You grin and silence him by jumping forward and kissing him again, with just as much passion. He's surprised but it doesn't take him long at all to reciprocate, and he pulls you into his lap as he presses kisses to your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and finally he gives you a much more gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.

His face is bright red, making his freckles stand out more than usual. He has freckles? God, that's adorable. You hug him tightly and rest your head on his shoulder, and he gently rubs circles over your back with his palm. It feels so, so, right to be sitting in his arms like this. "This isn't an elaborate prank, is it?" you murmur. "Because I wouldn't put that past you."

"No!" he answers, shocked. "Of course not. No."

You laugh. "I was kidding. I know you're the king of romance, you would never." You lean back and look into his eyes, and the sheer affection that they hold as he looks at you nearly takes your breath away. "I feel really lucky right now," you breathe, "to have you."

"You make me the luckiest man in the world." For a second you consider saying something about how goddamn sappy he is, but the sweet, adoring look on his face stops you. He grabs your sleeping bag and pulls it over, tenderly setting you down on it. "We should get some sleep," he says quietly. "It's pretty late."

"Yeah, that would be nice." Polnareff drags his own sleeping bag over and lays down on it, and you follow suit, wrapping your arm loosely around his midsection. "Night, Polnareff," you murmur, shutting your eyes. "You're a lot more comfortable than sand."

He laughs. "Same to you." He kisses your forehead and closes his eyes. "Goodnight. And thank you." You thank him too, barely audible, and drift off to sleep.

#jojo #jjba #stardust crusaders #jean pierre polnareff #polnareff #jojo's bizarre adventure #polnareff x reader #polnareff imagine #i love him. i love him!#my heart sings for king polnareff #i haven't posted a fanfiction on tumblr in 100 years so i dont remember how to do this shiit #but here goes lads!#my writing

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hopeaterart · 3 years

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I’m gonna be there chapter 16

Trigger warnings: Mentionned/implied rape/noncon due to J. Geil being there, and graphic violence. Granted, most of it is directed toward the rapist, but still. If you’re sensible to that kind of stuff, I suggest being careful while reading this.

“...Okay...” Holly muttered to herself, locking the front door to keep Hol Horse out as she withdrew her Stand from her arms, frowning and getting her phone out. “Breath, Holly. You’ll figure something out. You always figure something out...” She hit call. “Sadao?”

“...”

“Can you please come home now?”

“...?”

“Sherry’s killer is here, there’s a man with a gun outside of the house, and Polnareff is about to do something stupid. I need you to come back right now. Please?”

“...” Her husband then hung up.

She sighed in relief, and turned toward Polnareff. “Do you know what his Stand is like?”

“Uh... I don’t know. Maybe something with water?” He proposed. “Sherry’s friend said the rain completely avoided him, forming a dome around his body.”

“That means he’s either in the kitchen or one of the bathroom’s...” she quietly noted to herself. “So until we figure something out, we need to avoid those areas.”

“Alright, here’s a plan: I run into the room, and skewer him onto the end of Silver Chariot’s sword!” Polnareff exclaimed, Silver Chariot raising it’s sword in agreement as it gleamed dangerously.

“That would be tactical suicide.” Holly noted. “We don’t know what he’s able to do. Meanwhile, Dio probably told us what you could do, and I’m still unsure what I can do. We need to catch him off-guard.” She explained, putting her hand on Polnareff’s shoulder in an attempt to keep him in place.

“Why!? He’s so close, it’d be so easy to just kill him! I will not miss my chance to kill him now!”

“Polnareff, you have to calm down, or you’ll get killed-”

“I need to take revenge for Sherry, alright!?” He snapped, tears at the corners of his eyes. ”It’s the only way she’ll find peace- the only way I’ll find peace! Putting this monster six feet under the ground is the only way I can atone for not being there that day! I don’t care for the cost. At the end of the day, the rest isn’t important-”

“YOU ARE AN IMPORTANT THING I CARE ABOUT, JEAN-PIERRE POLNAREFF!” Holly snapped, startling the frenchman. She took a deep breath. “I care about you, alright? And you’re so young, you have so much to live for, and- I wish I could tell you it’ll stop hurting.” The image a younger blond woman boarding a plane with a small smile flashed in Holly’s mind. The last time she, and in fact her entire family, saw Gioia. “But it won’t. The only thing you can do is try to go on like they’d want you to. So let me ask you this, Jean-Pierre: what would your sister want for you to do?”

Polnareff blinked, before turning away from Holly, deep in thought. “She’d... she’d want me to live, and find happiness. But...” A ugly sob ripped itself out of his throat. “I don’t know if I can.” He startled as Holly dragged him toward her, before relaxing when he realized she was hugging him.

“You can.” She reassured him. “It’ll be hard, and a long process, and the pain will never truly go away, but... you can. And you will. So now...” She separated herself from him, her hands on his shoulders. “Here’s what we’re gonna do...”

Holly walked to the kitchen. It was the last area of the house they hadn’t checked. Polnareff was at the end of the hallway, and she stood from distance from the door. She took a deep breath, letting her Stand coil up under her skin. Here goes nothing.

She stood in the entrance of the kitchen, and surely enough, there was a man in there. “You’re with Dio, aren’t you?” She asked, narrowing her eyes in disgust as he turned toward her. He was as hideous on the outside as inside.

His lips moved in a way she supposed was a smile. “You’re the Joestar woman...”

“Kujo. My name is Holly Kujo.” She corrected, taking a step back. Out of the man’s sight, vines were starting to creep up along the floor of the hallway, and Polnareff was starting to shake.

A sound came out of the man’s mouth, Holly taking a second to recognize as a laugh. “You look even cuter than I thought you would, especially for an old hag.”

She did a motion with her mouth that she hoped looked like smiling, because it felt more like barring her teeth. “Well, aren’t you just a scumbag. What does Dio want from us?”

“What, Dio?” The man sneered. “I don’t know, my mother just found him one day. All I care about are the women I get by working for him.” Holly took a step back at that, the flowers under her skin nearly bursting into reality.

She had to remind herself that him taking a step toward her was what she wanted. Stay calm. Lure him into the trap.

“You’re really not going to tell me anything?” Holly attempted one last time as she took another step back, the man starting to get nearer and nearer. “Really?... your loss.” She then turned around, running in the hallway as she heard the man call after her.

It was shortly followed by the sound of her Stand lashing out and a scream of pain. She reached the end of the hallway, skidding to a halt as Polnareff came into view. She turned around as he hissed. “You... I’ve finally found you, bastard!”

“Wait... you’re Polnareff?” The man laughed, taunting him as light shifted in his eyes. “You’re the guy who’s been hunting me for the last four years!?”

“Yes.” The frenchman started, taking a deep breath. “And you’re not going anywhere this time, monster- URK!” Polnareff suddenly fell back, a large cut on his torso appearing out of nowhere.

“Jean-Pierre- !” Holly was suddenly stopped in her tracks of turning around, feeling something take a hold of her arms and locking them behind her back as the man tied in spectral vines laughed once more. She turned toward him, a hateful frown on her face.

“You idiots!” He taunted. “You really thought you could stop me!? You don’t even know what my Stand can do! You’ve finally caught me, only for you and your friends to die pathetic deaths! While I will continue to live a happy life surrounded by cute girls!” He then looked at Holly with a lecherous look, licking his lips. The blond woman reacted by closing her eyes, taking her breath back under control. “Now that I think of it... your sister was rather good at crying.”

That does it. Holly took a deep breath, letting the vines that she had the creep tied in spread to his eyes. Her eyes then snapped open, burning hatred filling them. Hamon sparked all over her body and spread to her Stand, roses blooming open as the monster’s eyes were burned into fusing with vines, before being ripped out by Holly jerking her head to the side, vines following the motion.

She felt the hold on her arms fade away as the monster in front of her screamed in pain. “Spending the last seconds of your life sobbing and begging for a mercy that won’t come is the only thing and Sherry Polnareff will ever have in common.” Holly coldly told him as she helped Polnareff get up. ��Jean-Pierre.”

“It’ll be fine.” He got up, glaring at the man. “My name, is Jean Pierre Polnareff. So the soul of my little sister, Sherry Polnareff, may rest in peace, you will be sent to hell by my hand.” He summoned Silver Chariot, and the gleam of it’s sword seemed much more malevolent than usual. “However, there is on thing I cannot trust the guardians of hell to do... and that is to turn you into a pinchushion!

And with multiple, furious strokes of Silver Chariot that were too fast for the human eye to see and a massive jet of blood, it was done.

Sherry’s killer was dead.

Polnareff collapsed on the ground, Chariot fading away, and Holly quickly came to his side, checking if he was alright. “Jean-Pierre? Are you alright?”

The white haired man turned toward her. “I... I don’t know. I’m happy he’s dead, but... I was expecting to be happier.” He admitted, rubbing his arm as if he was ashamed.

Holly sighed. “For revenge to be properly taken, you need to take back what was taken from you. And you can’t bring the dead back to life.” She hugged him. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’ll... it’ll be fine. At least, she can rest in peace now.” Polnareff noted, a sad note to it.

Holly held him for a few more seconds, before getting up. “I’ll get his body to the bathtub. You go make sure our cowboy friend isn’t going anywhere.”

Polnareff smiled, rising to his feet and wiping away his tears. “Got it.” Holly smiled at him, taking one of the corpse’s leg and dragging him to the bathroom as her companion walked to the front door, undoing the lock and opening it.

Hol Horse, for some reason, was still there. “So, finally decided to give yerself up?”

“No.” Polnareff deadpanned, leaning on the doorframe. “What is Dio even offering you, man? You do not look like the usual type he hangs around with.”

“Money.” The cowboy responded. Polnareff tilted his head.

“No fleshbud?” The cowboy responded by raising his hat, showing off his (bud-less) forehead.

“Nah. That Dio dude’s creepy. Better just accept his money and be done wit’it.” Hol Horse frowned. “Wait a minute- why hasn’t the other creep taken care of y’all yet!?”

“Because he’s dead.” Holly bluntly told him as she appeared in the doorway. “We took care of him. And now, we’ll take care of you.”

Hol Horse looked at them, impassive. He then suddenly turned, and started running as fast as he could, startling Holly and making Polnareff yell. “Hey, come back over here-”

“Nah! I’ll get y’all another day-” Suddenly, an extremely beat-up and familiar-looking car veered into the drive-way, Sadao screaming at the top of his lungs as he hit the gas pedal and hit Hol Horse, who had skidded to an halt. Polnareff flinched as Holly stood there, confused.

It’s only as Sadao came out of the car, sliding out of the shattered front window and down the hood before kicking Hol Horse, screaming obscenities and to stay away from his wife in japanese at him that Holly snapped out of her daze. She ran toward her husband, dragging him away. “Sadao! It’s fine. We took care of the killer. I’m fine.”

Sadao looked at her, a panicked look on his face as he hugged her, sighing in relief. “Did he hurt you? And where’s that piece of shit, now?”

“Nothing I won’t recover from, and being drained of his blood in the bathtub.” She answered, patting Sadao on the back. “Also, are you alright? And what happened to the car?”

“Oh, that? Run in with a Stand User, Joriko is alright and she’ll be staying here for the day. Joriko!” The thirteen years old peeked out of the car from the backseats. “False alarm, there’s no danger anymore.”

“Oh, that’s good.” The younger girl said, opening the car door before coming out, walking up to her uncle and stepping on Hol Horse in the process of doing so. “He’s a bad guy, right?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Holly reassured the younger girl, hugging her. “Your uncle is probably going to let you and Jojimi go back to your house tonight. But for now...” She turned toward the passed out cowboy. “I have some... questions to ask.”

#writing #My writing #Holly Kujo #Kujo Holly #Jean-Pierre Polnareff #Polnareff #Hol Horse #sadao kujo #kujo sadao #jojo #JJBA #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken

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submissivebookmark-motherofchaos · 4 years

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Hermione did her best not to look conspicuous as she walked the halls of Hogwarts seventh floor. She had a mission to complete and that was to find another piece of Tom’s soul. She knew where she needed to go, but wanted to make sure she was unobserved. ‘Look in the Room of Hidden Things. You’ll find another piece of me there and let me know what you find.’

She closed her eyes as she paced in front of the Room of Requirement. It took her some time to figure out that it was the same room. The Room of Requirement could be anything one needed. Opening her eyes, her lip twitched as a double antique door appeared. She grasped the handle and tugged it open and slipped inside. Room of Hidden Things was a bit of a misnomer. It looked more like the Room of Discarded and Broken Things.

“This is going to take forever,” she mumbled as she took a tentative step forward. The room was massive. Old furniture, brooms, and cabinets, just to name some; were stacked floor to ceiling. Letting out a harsh breath she decided to walk at a measured pace and wait until she felt something. Tom was a part of her, and she would know when she felt his soul crying out for her.

She came to a split in the road as it were and pursed her lips. She looked left, then right and felt a small twinge in her soul that told her to go right. Trusting her magic, she stepped to the right and kept walking. She looked around with interest as she passed several cabinets with books, her fingers itching to look at the titles but decided against it. It was late in the afternoon and she didn’t want to risk the chance of being caught out after curfew.

Umbridge would have a field day with that. It was known that Millicent Bulstrode was on the blasted Inquisitorial Squad and would love to get her manky claws on Hermione. She’d almost been nabbed by the girl several times already, it was as if Bulstrode was hunting her just waiting for her to fuck up and catch her breaking the rules. If she wasn’t absolutely sure that the Marauder’s Map was the only one in existence she would think that Bulstrode was using it to find her.

Not that Hermione had any problem with breaking the rules. She knew that rules had their place, but now she was indoctrinated into Pureblood society, she could see how bending certain rules were a good thing. She’d never been one to really toe the line… well at least not since her first year. Salazar, she could remember the mischief she, Harry and Ron had gotten up to, it was different now. It wasn’t all fun and games, she was playing a game of cat and mouse with Dumbledore, someone who decidedly had more experience than her. However, she was a fast learner and was matching him step for step.

She was infuriated with him, his inaction concerning the student population being so harshly punished by Umbridge was several black marks against him. Though it appeared that people were still willing to stand by him. One example was when Trelawney was sacked, he’d come out to the courtyard and proclaimed that while Umbridge may have authority to dismiss his professors, she didn’t have the authority to toss anyone off the premises. Umbridge seemed to take that as a challenge and had attacked more students in retribution and Dumbledore still didn’t come to their defence.

For weeks now, Hermione felt herself being pulled in several different directions. She was trying to heal all those affected by Umbridge’s harsh treatment and at the same time keep up with her studies and heal Tom. She was exhausted.

Each night when she went to bed, she would close her curtains and meditate. Her children would swirl around her as she concentrated on the healing those in the castle. It took time for her to get used to the feeling of a mass healing, it took a lot of her magic, though the more she did, the more she felt her stamina increasing.

She still refused to heal herself, she didn’t need Umbridge knowing it was her healing the others, although she’d caught Dumbledore watching her several times with a contemplative expression on his face as if he were trying to move one of his chess pieces for checkmate.

She was pulled from her musings when she felt a sharp tug on her soul. She stopped instantly and looked around. Following the pull on her soul, she walked to a glass cabinet and pressed her hands against the glass. There laying on top of some books, looking dusty was a diadem. She was certain she’d seen it before, but she couldn’t recall where.

Opening the door slowly, she stroked the gems gently, and her magic flared as Tom’s soul reached out to her much as a small child would its mother. Wrapping her hand firmly on the object she pulled it out slowly and cupped it the best she could in her hands.

This was it; this was what Tom had stored his soul in. How many more did he have? She shook her head, opened her bag, and placed it inside gently moving her items around so it wouldn’t be conspicuous.

She sat down on the floor and pulled out her journal. She needed to speak to Tom before she healed this piece. The last time he’d been with her and she’d witnessed how affected he was by her healing him. She didn’t want him to be walking, or Salazar forbid, bathing and he passed out.

She smirked as she began to write.

‘A tiara Tom, really? Tell me, did you wear it before you placed your soul in it?’

Hermione giggled at the image of Tom wearing the diadem. He thought he was larger than life already. Perhaps he didn’t have a crown that suited him, so he used the diadem instead?

‘I take it you found what you were looking for? To answer your question, no, I never wore it. Blue isn’t really my colour.’

She snorted a laugh and shook her head for a moment enjoying the fact that he was teasing her right back.

‘I would think red and gold to be more of your colours, honestly, especially with your colouring.’

‘Hold your tongue, woman! I will forgive you for thinking that any colour associated with your former house would look good on me, but honestly, I look good in any colour do I not?’

Hermione rolled her eyes and shifted her hips slightly to relieve a cramp in her leg from bending it awkwardly. The twinge of pain bringing her mind back to why she was so sore. Her body ached all over from Umbridge’s harsh punishments, but she was just stubborn enough not to show it outwardly. She wouldn’t give the sick toad the satisfaction of crying out in pain when she doled out her flavour of the night, nor shed a tear, but when she was alone, the tears would freely fall.

Blowing a curl from her face she replied.

‘In all seriousness, are you ready for me to heal you? I wanted to make sure that you were somewhere safe where someone could watch over you. I would call Tipsy before I heal you in case you collapse like last time. And don’t scowl at me, I know you are, I mean it. I worry.’

His reply was almost instant.

‘I’m not sure if I’m pleased, or frightened that you know me so well. The scowl was indeed on my face. I’ll call your house-elf if it will assuage your fears. You can heal that part of my soul now. When you return for Winter Hols, we will discuss the others. I love you, my Mia.’

She smiled.

‘I love you, too. Be prepared.’

#a force of nature #slytherin hermione #pureblood hermione #Gellert Grindlewald is Hermione's grandfather #Vinda Rosier is Hermione's grandmother #Dumbledore is a real douche canoe in this fic #elemental magic #life elemental #elemtal

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missblanchette · 5 years

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Rumor Has It [7/10]

Series: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Izanami Hifumi/Yumeno Gentaro; Amemura Ramuda, Arisugawa Dice

Rating: T

Summary: Thousands of hearts broke that day. With tears shed and cries resounding to the heavens, each grief-stricken woman wondered how this could possibly happen. In the year 20XX of the H. Era, Matenrou’s MC GIGOLO and Fling Posse’s MC Phantom were officially in a relationship.

Except they weren’t, actually.

Words: 4,113 words

ko-fi // Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | You can read this on AO3! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! (,, ･∀･)ﾉ゛

Ch. 7: The Heart in a Fog

"Gentarooo~ Why didn't you tell us you and your boy toy were serious?" wasn't the first thing Gentaro expected to hear once he sat down at Fling Posse's usual cafe for their "Play Time" (team bonding, as Ramuda put it; never mind that they stayed at either his or Ramuda's place a majority of the week), but their dear leader had never been the most predictable. The whine of Ramuda’s voice sounded like a tease than anything else, but his baby blue eyes held a scrutinizing glint to them. Cup of tea in hand and a bag of Hifumi's belongings hanging around his wrist, Gentaro supposed this was karma for arriving five minutes late.

"What? You got a boyfriend?" Dice asked between mouthfuls of a crepe.

Feigning offense, Gentaro placed a hand over chest. "Yes, you didn't realize? We've been going out for some time now. He's one hundred seventy-seven centimeters tall, has blue hair, and likes to freeload."

"Sounds kinda ugly." Dice's face scrunched up. "Wait --"

"Nope, nope, nope-y, nope! ★" Ramuda singsonged, booping Gentaro's nose. "I mean the other boyfriend who's one-seventy-nine centimeters, definitely not a real blond, and lives in Shinjuku."

Gentaro's brow creased as he pretended to ponder over the description. "Who ever are you talking about? I would've told you if he existed."

"But you were with him right here?"

Ramuda turned his phone towards him and lo and behold, the picture of him and Hifumi sitting together at Sakuragaoka-cho Street laid on the screen. Barely sparing it a glance, Gentaro took a sip of his tea.

"Ah, but that's not exactly me. That's my doppelgänger."

"Your dopa-what?" Dice said.

"My lookalike, another person who shares the same face as me. An evil twin, as some say."

Ramuda's eyes bulged wide. Making a noise of awe, he looked back and forth between the picture and Gentaro.

"Really, really? Don't they say you die after meeting your doppelgänger?" He tilted his head, lips puckered in bewilderment.

"Oh, certainly. I died not too long after laying sight upon them. My MC name is 'Phantom' for a reason, you know."

Slapping his cheek with a pop, Ramuda's jaw dropped.

"Wow~ ★ How neat, how neat! We have a real ghostie on our team!" He hopped forward in his seat with sparkles surrounding his big eyes. "Can I put my hand through you?"

Before Gentaro could answer, Dice reached out and smashed Gentaro’s cheeks in between his hand. He turned his head left and right, up and down; once more, all around.

"Ghost, schmost. I can touch ya jus' fine!"

Chuckling, Gentaro pried Dice's fingers off his face. "Yes, you've caught me. That was a lie."

"Whaaa, so Gentaro's not really a ghost?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint, but I'm flesh through and through," he said, pulling his cheek to prove it. "Though I will say that I'm appalled that you're using that image, Ramuda. It's old news by now."

"Ah, ah, ah~ It's not old news if it's still relevant." With a finely manicured finger, Ramuda pointed at the bag at his side. "You just don't carry another guy's stuff around for no reason! A~nd I know for a fact those aren't your style."

His years of lying paid off, allowing Gentaro to maintain a straight face at the comment. He hadn't mentioned what was in the bag since he sat down, let alone bring attention to the bag itself. To top it off, it wasn't see-through. Keen underneath the ditziness, Ramuda was an interesting one for sure.

"Damn, Ramuda, what if he's trynna experiment?" Dice piped up, bless his soul. "Guy can't wear what he wanna wear?"

"I merely borrowed these from an acquaintance," Gentaro said, nodding a small thanks to Dice. "I'm meeting up with them later, so I'll be returning these to them."

"An acquaintance you've been texting all week~?"

As if selling him out, the chime of a LINE message rang through; Gentaro's hand an even worse traitor, having reached to pull his phone out on instinct. He caught himself before he could do so, but Ramuda simply smirked at him and Dice raised a brow as he munched away at his food. Gentaro cleared his throat and took a sip of his tea.

"Purely business, I assure you."

"Must be some fun kinda business since you've been so glued to your phone lately!"

"Yeah, actually..." Dice's chewing slowed to a stop. "You said you've been workin' on your next book, but I always see ya textin' someone and smilin' at your desk."

Gentaro shrugged nonchalantly. "What can I say? Business is going well."

Smirk ever present, Ramuda drank the last of his bubble tea in reply, slurping loudly against the cafe's white noise as he sucked up air through the straw. Setting the cup down with a plop, Ramuda's nails click-clacked against the table.

"Y'know, Gentaro --" Like sharing a secret, he scooched in closer. "-- the whole thing with you and that Hifumi really went viral, and that got me thinking 'bout what we can do to boost Fling Posse's popularity for next season."

"Is it choreography? The idol image is very big in Chuuoku."

"Nope! But that's a good idea, I should add that to our next practice session~"

"Fuck no, I can't dance for shit --"

"B~ut, what I had in mind is that me and you should make it seem like we're dating! ♥"

"Hm, a fake dating scenario, is it?" Taking the longer strands of Ramuda's hair, Gentaro twirled it around his finger before cupping his cheek. Ramuda giggled and leaned into his palm. "The love story between a leader and his second-in-command, defying all odds and overcoming their struggles together; a tale of secrecy, mystery, and passion. How romantic."

"Hey, hey, hey, whatta 'bout me?" Dice said. "Can I be in the story?"

"Featuring their idiot third member."

"Shit, bro, after all we been through? Just gonna do me dirty like that?"

Gentaro stifled his snicker behind his sleeve. "Their idiot third member who ends up winning them the grand prize due to his immense luck."

He nodded approvingly. "That's more like it."

Clapping his hands, Ramuda laughed. "See, see! We got the perfect set up for it already so let's give it a shot! ★"

Lips quirking up, Gentaro shook his head.

"As compelling as it sounds, I don't think it's the best idea." He gave Ramuda's cheek a pat before pulling away. "Something like that will only lead to a disaster in the long run."

"Aw, boo-y. 💔" Ramuda pouted, but soon set his sights on Dice. "Looks like it's up to us then, Dicey-Dice!"

"Yeah? What we gonna do?"

He hummed while tapping his chin, baby blues scanning the cafe. "I know! You go over to that corner and I'll kabedon you! Gentaro can take the pic."

"...Shouldn't it be the other way 'round 'cause I'm taller?"

"Yeah, but I'm the leader! ★" Ramuda grinned as he pointed to himself. "Oh, maybe I'll get on Gentaro's shoulders and we'll both kabedon you."

"Hol' up, hol' up! Why's it gotta be me gettin' slammed on?"

"Don't you know, Dice? The elders must establish their dominance over the weak," said Gentaro matter-of-factly.

At that, Ramuda’s laughter filled the cafe and Gentaro joined in with a small huff. Dice squinted and jabbed his crepe at the two of them, whipped cream flying onto the table.

"Oi, who ya callin’ ‘weak’?!"

“The one who owes me a hundred thousand yen,” Gentaro teased. His eyes fell to his watch then, his plans for the afternoon fast approaching. “I’m afraid I’ll have to give Ramuda the honors of dominating you, though, since I have to be going now.”

Pouting, Ramuda tugged on his sleeve. "Awww, but you just got here."

"Forgive me, but business calls." He stood up and drew his arm out from Ramuda’s grip before making sure all his things were in order.

"The fun kinda business?"

"Business is business."

"A'ight, well, we'll be here when you're done," said Dice, waving at him.

"There’s no need to wait for me. It'll be an all day affair."

"Ooh, so the super fun kinda business~? ♥"

Gentaro gestured vaguely, but he couldn't help the curl of his lips. "Business."

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A ghost of a smile growing on his face, Gentaro pocketed his phone and set off to meet Hifumi. Sakuragaoka-cho Street wasn't too far from the cafe, but he walked with a hurry to his gait and a bounce to his steps nevertheless. Admittedly, Hifumi's invitation had caught him off guard; another meeting so soon, with nary much detail besides "meet me at sakuragaoka-cho!!" and a plethora of stickers and hearts. Gentaro had half the mind to turn him down, but his fingers had worked faster than his head and he accepted.

He didn't regret his decision, though. In between their frequent conversations, the words to his manuscript flowed more easily since their outing; a spark, of sorts, having been lit after all the impromptu stories they created together and the back-and-forth they shared. Contrary to the voice in the back of his head that wished to see Hifumi for desire’s sake, he justified this rendezvous with the notion that meeting up with him would provide insight and bolster creativity.

Ever the punctual one, Gentaro stopped short when he spotted the familiar head of blond and lime standing near one of the sakura trees. Truly "next time" had arrived sooner than he thought it would -- had arrived when he thought it wouldn't at all -- but seeing Hifumi in person again, somehow he didn't mind. Not wasting a further second, Gentaro hurried on.

"Oh, is my watch running slow? It appears you're here on time, Izanami-san." A teasing lilt to his words, Gentaro tapped at his watch for the show of it. Expecting that perky voice of his to crack back, his lips tugged up as he neared him.

But Gentaro heard it before he saw it.

"Of course, Yumeno-sensei," Hifumi said in that flirtatious inflection of his. Given the tone, Gentaro's eyes wandered down to see him wearing his suit -- prim and proper, rather than haphazardly thrown on to avoid his fears. "I'm not one to keep a dear friend waiting."

Handsome as he was, the hands hidden behind Hifumi's back spoke of something more. Tips of red peeped out from his sides, swaying to the spring breeze. Anticipation and apprehension blending together, Gentaro pushed them down.

"What's this? All dressed up in your suit attire, are you?" Gentaro gave him a look, gesturing up and down at his person. "Don't tell me you've called me to act as your shield."

Hifumi chuckled, the once strident noise now sonorous to his ears. "No, I know better than to call a friend out for something so silly as that. I have other plans for us, actually."

"Ah, that's right. You were quite vague about that, though," Gentaro mused, glancing to the mystery he hid from him. "They don't happen to do with whatever's behind your back, do they?"

A flash of his other self seeping through, Hifumi's eyes widened before he recovered with a smile that made his heart flutter.

"Perceptive as always, Yumeno-sensei~" he said, a tilt to his head and dimples to his cheeks. "One of your charm points, for sure."

"Flattery, Izanami-san?" Try as he might to play it off casually, the butterflies in Gentaro’s stomach flapped their wings so hard that they’d started a hurricane. "Have you mistaken me for one of your so-called kittens, by any chance?"

"Nonsense, my dear Yumeno-sensei~ I could never mistake anyone as special as you are for anyone else.” His suit jacket on, Gentaro had heard him speak such adulations to the women who’d passed them by, but the sincerity in his tone threw Gentaro off. “In fact --" With the flourish of a host, Hifumi revealed what was hidden behind his back. "-- these are for you."

A bouquet of roses, presented like a bottle of champagne to his clients; yellow petals matching the hue of his locks, fading into a deep red at the tips. Had Gentaro’s heart not skipped a beat or two, he might have mulled over the meaning of such colors. Eyeballing it, he counted forty-four rose heads. Forty-four roses no doubt a declaration of affection, each petal peering up at him like the irises watching behind them. Numbly, Gentaro accepted the bouquet into his arms. The cellophane rustling in his hold, the flowers weighed heavily and the thorns jabbed into his chest.

Drawing a blank, Gentaro stumbled over his words. "That is -- This is -- These are quite something..."

"Aren’t they? A lovely bouquet for a man as lovely as you~"

He parted his lips to quip back, but Gentaro’s mind had gone askew with racing thoughts -- of excitement, of dread, of feelings he wasn't sure about -- that nothing came out. From their confrontation in Chuuoku that lead to their rivalry, to the fateful night at Kabukicho that changed everything between them, to now, Hifumi had that effect on him. For better or for worse, Gentaro couldn’t fault him for it.

Not realizing his silence, or maybe ignoring it, Hifumi continued on. "Yumeno-sensei, since we're here, may I tell you something?"

Speechless, he nodded slowly. Hifumi's smile grew bigger, beaming brighter than the sun itself. As blinding as it was, Gentaro could not -- would not -- tear his gaze away. Dangerous the sun might be, but its warmth was addicting and he let its radiance sting.

"I know we haven't spent much time together, Yumeno-sensei, but I believe we've made great strides since our first encounter." His voice a resonant melody, Hifumi took his hand in his. Warm yet suffocating, Hifumi’s touch was the only thing keeping him grounded as his senses ran a tizzy. "The circumstances might've been unfortunate, but I'm glad that the incident in Kabukicho was able to bring us closer. Since then, the moments we've shared have been a dream for me, and I've come to see you in a new light. Or maybe it's better to say that you have become my new light."

Bringing his hand close to his chest, Gentaro's fingers grazed the spot above Hifumi's heart. His pulse at his tips, he found that underneath the cool and calm persona of a host, their heartbeats drummed at the same unsteady pace. Lucent irises locked onto his, Hifumi's gaze boring into him filled with a gentleness he'd never seen before. His touch had grown searing hot, but Gentaro did not pull back.

Laced with ardor, Hifumi said softly, "Yumeno-sensei, I believe I've fallen for you."

Whether his heart stopped beating altogether or it beat so quickly that he no longer felt it, Gentaro couldn't tell. What he did know, however, was that he didn't know what to feel.

Rare was it that Gentaro let anyone into his life. Indeed, he could count those close to him with only a single hand -- a digit for each of them: The elderly couple, his parents that'd taken him in, the ones whom he'd started lying for; Atsushi, his best friend when no one else dared speak to him, the one whom he'd started writing tales for; Dice and Ramuda, his posse through thick and thin, the ones he'd fought through hell and back with.

And then there was Hifumi, his rival turned acquaintance turned God knows what, the one he’d faced with ups and downs. Once, Gentaro had thought of him as a gibbering fool without a care in the world; now, he'd come to learn that there was more to him than that -- figuratively and literally. Despite being a man of two faces, Hifumi was endearing all the same. Blunt and outspoken he might be, and other moments too honeyed and charming, but he always meant well underneath it all; the man, much to his surprise, was supportive to no end. Regardless of if the suit jacket was on or off, Gentaro found a comfort in his presence and their rhythm together flowed effortlessly. Yes, somewhere along the line, the bane of his existence became someone he enjoyed being with. From reckless nuisance to cheerful companion, Hifumi had certainly grown on him within a short season.

But, Gentaro wondered, did the moments they share together warrant anything deeper? Was the time spent talking to him any more than fondness? Was the desire to weave more tales with him any more than attraction? Was the need to get to know him better any more than infatuation? His head spun trying to find the answer.

Unsure of whether it was a truth or a lie, Gentaro said the first thing that came to mind: "I -- I -- I -- I can't return your feelings."

His shine faltering, Hifumi's face fell. "I'm... sorry...?"

Moreso to make sense of his frazzled thoughts, Gentaro replied, "That is to say, I can't take you seriously as it is. You're always saying pretty things with that suit jacket on."

Hifumi squeezed his hand, blistering caress burning him. "I assure you that what I say is the truth."

"Just like everything you tell the women at your club?" His words more callous than intended, there was nothing Gentaro could do about them save for watch as they hit the man before him.

A frown marred Hifumi's face, and it was then and there that Gentaro learned that a frown didn't suit him at all.

"There's no reason I would lie to you about something like this, Yumeno-sensei."

"It would make me feel better if I heard it without the jacket on." Uncertainty spoken after uncertainty, doing little to quell the turmoil in his head.

Hifumi's eyes ran over him as if searching for an untruth, gaze soft yet piercing. To be honest, even Gentaro himself wasn't sure if there was one to be found in the first place.

"...Very well, if that's what you ask of me."

A bitter chill replaced the scorching heat of his touch as he let go of his hand. Dazed, Gentaro stood still as a statue as he watched Hifumi shrug off his jacket. The effects were instantaneous and the bubbly, upbeat man took place of the alluring host.

"Yumenon, please believe me!" Without warning, Hifumi grabbed onto his shoulders and shook him; stunned as he was, Gentaro didn't think to push him away. Up close like this, the fervor in Hifumi's eyes cut through him. "I like you so much it makes me crazy! I like you so much it makes my heart burst! I like you so much that I love you!"

Love. What a loaded word that was. To fall for someone could be written off as a fleeting passion, to be in love was an ardent dedication. To be in love meant to share one's life with another; to be in love meant to bare one’s soul to another; to be in love meant to wholeheartedly give one's self to another. Was he capable of such love -- for Hifumi, of all people? Irony of their relationship, mayhaps Hifumi was right when he'd called him out for being caught up in the past for the future looked daunting.

"I... stand by what I said earlier, Izanami-san," Gentaro said, too heavy on his tongue to be the actual truth. "I can't return your feelings."

"...Why... why not?" Hifumi’s voice was a whisper, a strange thing to hear from this side of him. Hands dropping to his sides, his bright eyes grew dull. The rose thorns pierced Gentaro's chest.

In spite of that, the uncertain falsehoods continued tumbling through. "This was a strictly professional relationship."

"...What do you mean?"

"If you'll recall, I said I was conducting research on host clubs for my upcoming novel," Gentaro said, as if a half-truth would soften his hits. "Being a host yourself, I thought observing you would make for a good reference."

Standing before him eerily silent, Gentaro also learned that somberness was an image unfitting of Hifumi. A shame he had to learn these lessons personally.

"Oh... okay..." Hifumi's voice cracked towards the end, gaze darting to the ground. "Um, can we still be friends?"

Quietly, Gentaro dealt the last blow. "I don't think it wise to get close with one’s subject matter."

"Ah... I see..."

Neither a peep nor a hum came from Hifumi, his body stiff against the spring breeze. Doing anything to avoid the unease looming over, Gentaro returned the bouquet; the rose thorns unlatching like a knife being pulled out, prickles lingering on his chest. Without protest, Hifumi took them back with languid arms.

"I'm sorry, Izanami-san," Gentaro said, speaking a genuine truth for the first time today.

Hifumi shook his head with an unnatural vigor, plastering on a smile akin to sunlight without the warmth. Had some of the thorns embedded themselves into his body, Gentaro wondered; they stabbed deeper in and twisted about.

"No, it's fine! I mean, I can't force you to feel anything you don't, y'know?" A warble underlain Hifumi’s voice as he spoke, cracks to his cadence. His eyes, as well, glistened like glass. "Besides, that's pretty cool you used me for inspiration!" He stifled a sniffle. "...Was I any good?"

"Yes." The smile Gentaro gave him took all his effort to wear. "You were wonderful."

"I'm... I'm glad then, that I could help you in some way!" A nod, followed by another and another as if to bounce away the tears. Hifumi's grip on the bouquet tightening, a few petals fell to the ground as if losing the will to live. "I had a lot of fun together, anyways!"

A hush fell over, neither of them quite looking at each other. Hifumi, naturally, broke the silence first -- his smile lacking the spirit Gentaro had come to know and his eyes missing the shine that was uniquely his.

"Good luck with your book, Yumenon -- ah... um, Yumeno-sensei!"

Hearing this side of Hifumi addressing him so formally sounded odd -- wrong, really; but as it was, he didn't deserve to be called the nickname that he'd grown fond of. How easy it would be to claim that everything he'd said had been a lie but even now, he was not sure where his lies ended and truths began. To Hifumi and to himself, it wouldn't be fair if he said anything otherwise. Nonetheless, that didn't stop Gentaro's chest from aching as he watched Hifumi's light die out.

"Thank you, Izanami-san," he managed to choke out.

All that they’d said hanging in the air, Gentaro tore his gaze from Hifumi but his sorrowful visage had already been embedded into his mind. Being a writer, he knew that words could harm no matter how gently they were dealt and so there was nothing left to be said -- nothing more that could be said. Giving Hifumi a small bow, he scurried away.

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Door slamming shut behind him, Gentaro pressed his back against it and inhaled sharply. The trip back home lasted far longer than it should have, what with the images of Hifumi's lifeless smile haunting him and the sound of his faux cheer on a loop like a broken record. Had it happened months ago -- weeks, even -- he might've reveled in the scene, basked in pushing his rival to his breaking point; as things were now, though, Gentaro felt nothing but guilt for snuffing out Hifumi’s shine.

Then again, it was better this way; to give a rejection as opposed to an acceptance. He’d rather nip what they had in the bud than lead him on with affections that could fizzle out sooner or later. Eventually, they would both move on and it would be as if their affair never happened; they would go back to being no more than enemies, vitriolic adversaries as things between them should have been -- at least, that was what Gentaro told himself, a rationalization to his faults.

Catching his breath, he finally remembered he'd meant to return Hifumi's belongings when the bag bumped against his leg. He hurried to his room and placed it within the furthest depths of his closet; burying the memories of him deep inside, locking away all that he felt for him, keeping that afternoon’s sorry sight from playing over and over again.

In its place was a mantra: he did not care about Izanami Hifumi, he harbored no romantic feelings for Izanami Hifumi, he was not in love with Izanami Hifumi --

(Perhaps if he lied to himself enough, it would become the truth.)

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hifugen #genhifu

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moonbokrk · 5 years

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TRC Triple Threat Challenge Date: 21st April 2019 Location: Yongsan-gu Performance: Boy in Love - BTS (00:00-01:44) Outfit: x

‘Mediocre.’

When Tiger JK had called him that during the MGA’s wildcard round, Moonbok had taken it as a personal insult. A slight against the skills he’d (thought he’d) honed since he was a child. He’d left the studio even more bitter and dejected than when he was first eliminated.

Now he realizes the older man was right. And that mediocre hadn’t been meant as an insult. Rather, it was probably meant as a challenge to Moonbok, to not be so complacent and to focus.

Which is why he finds himself in Yongsan-gu at TRC’s Triple Threat Challenge. Not because Moonbok feels as though he's a triple threat, but to show Tiger JK that he finally understood what the man had told him. That he’d taken heed of his words and tried to improve himself and his skills.

He’d chosen Boy in Luv for two reasons. One, because he’d finally learned the dance off, thanks to Jiyeon’s relentless training and his own stubbornness. Two, it was a BTS song, which incorporated dancing, singing and rapping together within the first 90 seconds in a tight routine. It was one of their signature songs for a reason.

Pinning back his hair tightly, Moonbok bounces slightly on the balls of his feet, craning his head to try and get a decent look at the stage, which is (unsurprisingly) not a success. Instead, he looks around the crowd with plenty of familiar faces from the MGAs, eyes widening slightly as he spots Sohn Eric with the boy he’d been with at the Jung Community Center. For a moment Moonbok’s eyebrows furrow as he racks his brains to try and remember if the young boy had done any rapping during the MGAs before coming up blank.

“Jang Moonbok!”

At the call of his name, Moonbok feels his stomach drop slightly as he yells back an acknowledgement and makes his way towards the stage. This time, he’s careful as to how he presents himself to the audience and the judges as he climbs onto the stage; not to appear as overconfident as he’d done in the MGAs and which had been part of his reason for his elimination, but also to not look meek and self-conscious either.

Standing on the marked part of the stage, he bows lowly to the judges before straightening up and speaking with a small smile.

“I’m Jang Moonbok, living in Yongsan-gu.” The judges faces remain impassive and Moonbok looks directly at Tiger JK. Not in the confrontational way he’d stared at Hyun Bin during the wildcard round, but in a way he hopes conveys this thoughts to the TRC CEO.

‘I’ve learned. I know what you meant now.’

“I’ll be performing Boy in Luv by BTS. I hope you’ll enjoy.”

Nodding firmly as he finished speaking, Moonbok turns and takes a few steps away from the judges to give himself space to dance, hands on his hips and willing himself not to bounce on his feet. He closes eyes, breathes deep and counts down from three.

And then the music starts.

되고파 너의 오빠 너의 사랑이 난 너무 고파 되고파 너의 오빠 널 갖고 말 거야 두고 봐

He strides forward with purpose, mentally running over everything Jiyeon had told him. Instead of a cocky smirk like in the MV, though, Moonbok wears a more serious expression. (Though part of that can be blamed on nerves) During the second half of the opening verse he moves into the actual dance, making sure his movements hit the beat of the song. Then he leaps into the air as the signature chant begins.

왜 내 맘을 흔드는 건데? 왜 내 맘을 흔드는 건데? 왜 내 맘을 흔드는 건데? 흔드는 건데 흔드는 건데

It takes plenty of concentration to keep his movements in sync along with singing and making sure he’s paying enough concentration on the judges. But he hasn’t been practicing this for so long for nothing. At least the dance is good for helping him release this nervous energy and his expression morphs into a more confident and relaxed one as the song continues.

아빠, 아빤 대체 어떻게 엄마한테 고백한 건지 편지라도 써야 될런지 뭔지, 니 앞에서 난 먼지 괜히 틱틱대고 씩씩대고 징징대게 돼 나는 진지한데 찌질하게 시비나 걸게 돼 뭔데 신경 쓰여 다 큰 날 애로 만들어 거꾸로 뒤집을껴, 인연을 연인으로

When he’d first started learning this song during the winter, he couldn’t relate much to the message in it. If anything, his thoughts were usually along the lines of ‘shut up, and just ask her out already.’ But since he’d met with Soojin, it resonated with him a lot more. Through without all of the anger and complaining in the song. And that helps guide his movements and voice, wondering if she’d made it to the audition after all.

He hopes he’s making her proud, if she’s here. Even if their relationship is still a work in progress, he hopes she can see how much he’s improved since the MGAs.

대학까지도 너랑 간다면 참 잘 갈 것 같아 가나다라마바사아 하쿠나마타타! 똑같은 프로필 사진 왜 자꾸 확인할까 그렇다고 착각하지마 쉬운 남자 아냐

This was the rapping part that everyone remembered, it’s iconic. And it’s the part Moonbok as worked so hard on to make sure he can dance and enunciate himself properly. He wants to do this part so much justice, he wants to show Tiger JK that, while his rapping can still be improved, it has moved beyond the mediocre. Luckily, for the first half, the dancing is pretty simply, though he adds as much a personal flair as he can before carrying out the big leap forward at the face-paced nonsensical part.

안달 났어 나 안달 났어 니가 뭔데? 너만 잘났어? 왜 나를 자꾸 놀려 놀려 너 이제 그만 hol’ up hol’ up

He’s experimented with this particular dance move a few times, what with it being a little more complicated without other dancers to help your timing. Moonbok uses both the tempo of the lyrics and the background beat to carry out the iconic robot like movements, occasionally having to incorporate brushing his hair out of his face into the the dance. (He had at least, factored this in when practicing)

꽉 잡아 날 덮치기 전에 내 맘이 널 놓치기 전에 Say what you want Say what you want 니가 진짜로 원하는 게 뭐야 꽉 잡아 날 덮치기 전에 내 맘이 널 놓치기 전에 Say what you want Say what you want 니가 진짜로 원하는 게 뭐야

Instead of the stepping movements used in the original dance, Moonbok swivels his hips as coyly as he dares, hand resting on his thigh, rather than his crotch. (That was just embarrassing, plus it was usually the part of the song where he’d manage to kick himself.) His voice rings out clearly, almost as pining sounding as in the original version. What is it that Soojin really wants? And is someone like him really capable of giving it to her? Moonbok prays he is, drowns out the voice of doubt as best he can through singing and dancing.

왜 내 맘을 흔드는 건데 왜 내 맘을 흔드는 건데 왜 내 맘을 흔드는 건데 흔드는 건데 흔드는 건데

Returning to the dance moves he’d used when this part had played at the beginning, he slows down his movements slightly as the music fades, finishing with his hand in the air once again and breathing heavily. If he made mistakes, they didn’t register with him, all that he can think of now was that he didn’t cause a catastrophe like he did during Team Dream’s performance. He sang, rapped and danced and came out of it feeling happy.

He’s redeemed himself in his own eyes.

Smiling and bowing to the judges and Tiger JK once more, he speaks, glad his voice isn’t too hoarse sounding given the fast paced rapping and exertion from dancing.

“Thank you for watching me. It was my pleasure to perform in front of you.”

[Word count: 1,145] Lryrics translation: ccl

#rkttc2 #;; solo #wc: 1145 #(And yet again; I have no self control but *shrug emoji!*)#(Bok has finally managed to move on I'm so proud of him ; w ; )#(because mentioned)#ericxrk #rkssojin #jiyeonrk

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thehomierobbstark · 6 years

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Teach Me Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

A/N: This part of the story takes place before the first part and explores how x reader and Erik met. Prepare for a lil humor and sass. Also remember when I said I thought this might be 3 parts? yeah ignore that. we just going on a chapter by chapter basis now lol.

Warnings: Bad humor probably lmao

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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As soon as the elevator doors opened, you stepped out onto the third floor and inhaled deeply, taking a moment to fill your lungs with the crisp air. It was rare when you had the chance to actually explore the Smithsonian’s Natural History Museum even though you’d been working there for three months, so you wanted to savor the moment. Understandably, you were always stuck behind your desk on the first floor or constantly flitting from office to office, dropping off and picking up documents and statements from your coworkers. You never got to see much beyond the East wing of the building unless you were arriving to work or leaving from it, and you were pretty sure you were going to lose your goddamn mind if you memorized another detail of the front door without seeing something new.

So that’s why when Christianna, your office mate, asked if you wouldn’t mind taking the bi-annual expenditure report you’d both made up to the Directors’ meeting on the 3rd floor, you jumped at the chance. Literally. You jumped out of your chair, snatching the report out of her hands and all but ran out of the office, hearing the sound of her laughing fading behind you as you headed towards the elevator. You and Christianna had grown pretty close in the last three months you’d both been here, starting only a week apart from each other in the Accounting Department. So she knew you’d been eager to explore all that DC had to offer, including the Smithsonian’s Museums. She also knew you’d been just as eager to avoid seeing Chad from finance stop by to chat with you for what would be the fourth time that day.

You only had 15 minutes to spare before the Directors meeting ended and you could pass off the report, so you had to hurry. You really didn’t want to miss it.

Walking briskly, you made your way through the wide corridors of the museum, hugging the report closely to your chest so you could move quicker. It was surprisingly empty on the third floor, and there was no noise except the rhythmic clacking of your 3-inch suede booties against the marble floor. As you moved closer to the end of the hallway, your excitement grew as the view of the wide room before you started to open up. Reaching the end, you peeked out of the doorway to make sure both sides were clear before darting across the walkway, catching yourself on the railing with one hand and leaning your body against one of the tall pillars. Giddy already, you looked down over the railing and gasped, a wide smile forming across your face.

You saw tons of people mulling about on the first floor of the Rotunda, surrounding the information desks and the huge Elephant statue off-center. Teams of kids and tourists were being led this way and that for tours of the exhibits. All the excited chatter happening below drifted right up to your ears, along with some loud laughter and screams you matched with two toddlers playing hide and seek around one of the pillars with their dads. You absolutely loved people watching, and this was the perfect time for it. Friday’s around noon were always one of the busiest, and it was so fun watching all the excitement unfold down on the first floor. Plus, it was beautiful. You were always interested in architecture, and though you didn’t know much about it, the layout of the room reminded you of old roman structures you’d seen in your high school history books. The autumn sun shined brightly through the rounded windows near the peak of the building, spilling beautifully out onto the floor below like a golden curtain.

You were so caught up in everything you didn’t notice that you were practically gaping around in awe. Unfortunately, this also meant you didn’t notice the tall figure that had managed to creep up and stand right next to you.

“First time here?”

“FUCK!” you yelped, jerking as your arms shoot to your chest to ease your pounding heart, the report falling to the floor in the process. You close your eyes and drop your head to take a few quick deep breaths to calm down, and hear what sounds like muffled laughter next to you. You mentally remind yourself to check your face to prevent from glaring at the sneaky motherfucker that just scared the shit out of you.

You fixed your mouth to irritatedly apologize for cursing when you look up. And up. This nigga was tall. 6 feet at the least. You were grateful you were wearing your heels, otherwise your 5’3.5” self would have been having neck problems looking at him given how close he was. (Yes those .5 inches matter. I can’t reach the top shelf let me be great XD)

You must have been gaping again, because his bearded mouth curled up into a slow smirk as he looked at you, and you swore you could see something glinting in his mouth for a second.

You didn’t know why his height had you looking at him like some star struck preteen. You’d been surrounded by tall people your whole life, so this wasn’t anything new. Granted, it probably had something to do with the incredibly gorgeous man that it was attached to, but you weren’t ready to admit that yet. This creepy jerk had just snuck up on you and made himself comfortable right next to you, as if thats where his ass belonged. So fuck him and his cute ass smile. And his smooth, hazelnut skin and pretty brown eyes. And his- hol’ up. Were those diamond studs in both his ears? Oh my - Focus Y/N!

You cleared your throat as you tried to gather your thoughts, and hopefully some dignity, looking down as you smooth your hands over your peplum dress, spotting the report you’d dropped on the floor a second ago. You start to bend to pick it up but he beats you to it, swiping up the document and offering it to you.

“My bad. I ain’t mean to scare you like that.” he smiles fully, showing off his perfect teeth. This nigga got golds too? Wait a minute.

You accept it, meeting his eyes as you respond, trying to keep your smile small to keep from doing too much. “Thank you. And I apologize, I didn’t mean to curse.” You put your Karen voice on, because you were, after all, still at work, and you didn’t know this man like that.

Remembering his original question, you add, “And no, this isn’t my first time here. I work downstairs in the accounting department.”

Somehow he seems to smile even wider in an odd mixture of cocky and nonchalant. Apparently he was happy with this new information, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly irritated. Whatever sensual cologne he was wearing was already starting to cloud your mind, and you really didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of this man any more than you already had.

“Forreal? Well aye, maybe you can help me out. I’m lookin for one of the Directors, Dr. Wendy Butler? You know where I can find her?”

Hearing the name, your eyes go wide as you promptly snap back to your senses. You knew exactly where he could find her because she was the one you were supposed to be dropping the expenditure report off to. You’d been so busy staring at cute babies and this mans face that you completely forgot about it.

Checking your watch, you start moving off into the direction of the Directors’ meeting while calling over your shoulder, “Come with me! I’m going to see her right now!”

5 minutes to spare. Good. You didn’t want to risk being late when meeting with the Director, even if it was only for a few minutes, so you quickened your pace a little. Hearing the mans even strides behind you, you suddenly remembered the thin excuse for a thong you decided on wearing when you got dressed that morning, and your back stiffened a little. You could only imagine the view this man was getting of your unrestricted ass moving underneath your dress as you trotted through the corridor, and you mentally cringed. You knew you should have decided on the seamless briefs instead. Maybe thats why Chad from Finance kept coming around.

As if sensing your discomfort, he appeared beside you, bending his head to speak.

“You know, you movin pretty fast with them short legs you got.”

You glance over to him and see that damn smirk back up on his face as he focuses ahead. Oh so he got jokes too? Okay.

“We can’t all cross the ocean in one stride,” you mutter under your breath. You were still a little pissed he’d interrupted your people watching, so you were being a little petty.

“What was that?” he raises both eyebrows, a look of humor hidden somewhere behind them.

“I said how do you know Dr. Butler?” That clearly wasn’t anywhere near what you’d said, but you dared him to call you on it. This man was getting far too comfortable for your liking, and you sensed that he was used to always getting his way by flashing that smile of his. You hoped to have that kind of power one day.

He bit his lip as if to bite back a laugh before answering. “I’m leadin the Wakandan Outreach Program here thats partnering with the museum. I’m here to go over the budget with Dr. Butler.”

The report. You looked down at it in your arms as the pieces clicked in your head. So that was why you and Christianna had been working overtime on the report all week. You’d both found it odd that you were drafting an expenditure report mid year, but figured it had been for an emergency since you’d rushed to complete it. So you had this guy to thank for that too. Great.

Finally reaching the conference room, you peeked through the window to check the status of the meeting so as not to interrupt. Everyone still looked heavily invested in the conversation, so you figured you still had a couple more minutes to spare. “We can wait here, she’ll be done in a second.” you speak.

You moved to lean against the wall, only to see him follow suit out the corner of your eye, settling in right next to you. What was with this guy and personal space?

You didn’t want to risk looking up at him and accidentally giving him a bitch face, so you just cocked your eyebrow and flipped through the pages of the report, fake checking it.

Feeling his eyes on you, you fidgeted and shifted your weight to your other foot, trying to discreetly scoot a few inches over. It wasn’t that you were scared or intimidated by him, but he had a strangely playful energy about him that you felt yourself slowly growing interested in.

You wanted to distance yourself from that feeling.

You were in a new city, at a new job, and at a new stage in your life. You wanted to be selfish. You didn’t want to involve somebody else in your new journey. Though, if you were being honest, you never really wanted to before either. You’d just gotten so used to being on your own up until then. You figured that maybe you just weren’t meant to find someone who…

Before you were able to get lost in your thoughts, the door to the conference room opened, and you stood up, fixing your posture into a presentable manner. As the Directors filed out of the room, you smiled warmly, greeting them while searching for Dr. Butler through the crowd. You noticed the man you came with was still leaned against the wall, looking unbothered by the change in company.

You started to call out for Dr. Butler when she found you first, walking up to you to and greeting you. “Y/N, a pleasure to see you, as always.” She smiled sweetly.

You returned the smile. “Likewise Dr. Butler. I have the report you requested,” you said, handing the paperwork over to her. “And there’s a man here to see you-” you turned towards him only to find that he was, once again, standing right next to you.

He extended his hand to hers for a shake. “Erik Stevens ma’am. We spoke over the phone regarding the budget for the Wakandan Outreach Program?” So he had a Kyle voice too.

“Mr. Stevens! Glad to finally meet you. Look, I’m glad the both of you are here actually, I have to run down to the Ocean Exhibit and talk to security. Seems one of our Octopuses escaped again.” she laughs, rolling her eyes.

“So why don’t you go over the report together? Y/N here is one of our top Budgeting Analysts, so you’re in great hands. Take an extended lunch, on me.”

Before you can open your mouth to protest, she says her goodbyes and walks off down the hallway, taking two security guards and the report with her.

You blow a small breath before facing Mr. Stevens, seeing that slow smirk make its way onto his face.

“So,” he says, looking you up and down. “Where you tryna eat?”

Fucking octopuses.

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Be honest yall was I whack af for calling his skin hazelnut 😂😂😂 I called myself trying to be different lmaooo.

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1nky Liveblogs The Suffering Game: Last Chapter

Current Mood: w HA

Flashbacks to...

The Undead... are immune to Voidfish powers?

Taako’s Umbrastaff eating the wand...

Cam...

... I’m very concerned.

Aaand they’re rolling for initiative!

oh shit, the black smog is after them?

HEY THAT’S CHEAP

... aaand the Red Robe appears.

“He’s with us, I think. More or less.”

OH SHIT

OH SNAP THE MUSIC

Y E S

a-and the cylinders are activated?

Lydia HEALED.

screw these guys

oh my God Griffin made a mannequin character sheet for Travis.

i’m

Flaws: Splinters

So, Magnus is gonna try to get his Chance Lance back.

Aaand, no dice. Edward’s super burly, now.

oh geeze, this bodes ill.

MERLE’S DEAD

HE’S UNCONSCIOUS

OH SHIT

MAGNUS’ BODY CUT DOWN MERLE

Taako

TAAKO IS ANIMATING THE FUCKING MANNEQUINS

HOLY SHIT

Oh God, that’s right, Lydia is controlling them.

HOLY FUCK MAGNUS IS TALKING TO THEM FOR ADVANTAGE I’M

FUCKIGN

HOLY SHIT. THIS IS THE BEST.

Okay five, that’s a smaller number of mannequins - BUT STILL THIS IS AMAZING.

THIRTY POINTS OF DAMAGE TO EDNUS.

I’m kinda worried about Magnus’ body, though.

“There has to be a competent woman somewhere, that’s usually how we get out of these things!” Yeahh, Killian and Hurley and Noelle and -

holy shit i’m worried about Merle - there’s gotta be a saving throw!

HOOOLY SHIT, THE WRECKING BALLS.

“Ray of Infeeblement.” I’m concerned.

“Magnetic Charge?”

... ohhh

oooohhhh

Interesting. : 0 I hope this works.

Yeaah, slight of hand works. Y ES

There goes all the weaponry!

AND MERLE’S EYEGLASSES.

OH SHIT THE POISONOUS SWORD OF DOOM

FAKE MAGNUS AND MANNEGUS ARE GONNA BOTH CALL FOR THE CHANCE LANCE.

Ohhh, smirking isn’t good.

EDWARD IS GONNA RIP OFF ONE OF MAGNUS’ ARMS

HOLY SHIT

HOOOLY SHIT

21 points of damage. How does that work with inanimate stuff?

A vision?

He’s remembering... something.

Ohh, flashing back to saving the dog as a kid.

... what else is he remembering?

...

... the sky is light purple?

There are two suns in the sky?

That’s weird, but... not weird?

Magnus is from another planet?

“I’m dead.”

“You’re not dead.”

oh my god they’re bringing monty python into this

THE MANNEQUINS ARE GOING TO TOWN ON EDWARD

Yeah this is pretty much the Taako show right now.

Ooh, something’s appearing over Merle.

AND IT’S CAM! HI CAM!

Wait what

A HEALING GAME??

HOLY SHIT

CAM?

CAM NO

CAM, NOO

is he okay

I guess we’ll see - but now Merle’s back - and he’s using the funky ring whose name I can’t pronounce or type that fast. The one that alters spells.

“I cast Divine Wood.”

“And you pop the most righteous boner the world has ever seen” hol y shit Griffin no

AND MAGNUS IS ALRIGHT.

Lydia is gonna cast ‘Death Bolt’ at Taako

holy shit 19 points

NEGATIVE FIVE??? Taako is DOWN.

oh my god

Magnus is gonna stab himself in the back.

But Divinely.

Edward is hit by Holy Light, aand...

OH HEY

EDWARD’S BEEN KNOCKED OUT.

oh what

Taako’s staff?

TAAKO’S STAFF IS GONNA

TAAKO’S STAFF IS GONNA VORE EAT EDWARD

Okay he got shot back out

... and he’s disintegrated.

Lydia is not happy. Holy shit.

... holy shit she’s coming undone

“I guess we needed each other after all.” That almost makes me sad.

. . .

MAGNUS’ BODY IS DESTROYED

HOLY SHIT

HOOOLY SHIT

AD BREAK

I’M

... HOLY FUCK.

What’re they gonna do?

“I hope you trust me, because I’ve got a plan.” What most storytellers ask of their audiences hooley dooley, I trust you Griffin, this has been a ride.

Okay, we’re back.

And there’s the Animus Bell.

Taako is down.

oh god what does he astrally project

“LICHES GET STITCHES” OF COURSE

Oh thank God, Steven the Goldfish is okay,

Magnus, those healing potions are pretty handy.

“How would you like to live forever?”

“I’d hate it, shut the fuck up.”

Sound answer, Magnus.

A wind’s blown through?

There go the mannequins, the cylinders...

The wind’s going straight upwards, and... there goes Wonderland.

... AND THERE’S EVERYONE ELSE.

ANTONIA

Antoniaaa oh my gosh

They’ve all had really shitty days.

Yeahh, Magnus wants answers, now.

“Yeah, it doesn’t matter who pressed the button.”

Taako you little shit.

Oof, Sterling’s been through the ringer.

... wait, he was the one who forsook them???

“Say three Hail Marys, and do six pushups, and all is forgiven.”

Oh boy.

“Hey Griffin, can we deal with this FMA situation right now?”

... oh shit, another vision?

This music is the Chalice Theme, right? Or a variation of it?

He’s walking through the badlands...

... oh wait, is this what

is this what i think it is

is this Robe!Magnus?

IT IS.

HE’S

IT’S JACK AND JUNEBUG.

HE GAVE THEM THE CHALICE???

The Red Robe is requesting a Stone of Farspeech?

They’re all giving them up.

OH FUCK

HE CRUSHED THE STONES

“(Taako) Fuck yeah, going off the Grid! (As Justin) I pull out my credit cards and shred ‘em (Back to Taako) Fuck yeah, let’s do it!”

okay that made me laugh pretty hard

... the sky is storming?

Hmm, a disguise for Magnus? He’s gonna need it.

Welp, Merle’s survivalist.

... oh shit.

They’re close to Phandolin?

MAGNUS DREAMS. Holy shit, what is going down in that head of yours, man?

The silver ship...

wait

didn’t the voidfish

show a vision with

The land’s being swallowed up?

A thick book in the Voidfish tank, huh?

They wake up the next morning, and they’re out of the woods...

The mouth of a cavern, huh?

Same foothills as the Gerblin caverns...

HAs the Red Robe lived here all this time.

Oh hey, I recognise this room from the Post Credits scene a little while ago.

A six-foot-tall glowing pod, yeah I remember this, too

... wait

a body is

being grown

... is it magnus’ body

A circular patch.

“I.P.R.E.”

... the Red Robe’s not going to remember anything if he restores his body.

Oh shit. He’s gonna restore himself.

What’s your plan, Red Robe?

Merle’s getting a change of clothes.

Aaand Magnus is having another vision.

In a literal cliffhanger situation.

Columns of tar, huh?

Next to him, is...

“We’ll get him next time.”

W H AT

WH AT BLUE

BLUE

JEANS

BLUE

JJEANS

WHAT WHAT

WHAT W

HAT

W HA T

BARRY MOTHERFUCKING BLUEJEANS

#W H A T #The Adventure Zone #TAZ

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