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differentlovelover · 10 months

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Slashers x Quarantine sick S/o

Includes:Stu Macher,Billy Loomis,Jason Voorhees,Micheal Myers,Hannibal Lector(series),Thomas Hewitt

Stu Macher

Sad

He sits by your door because he misses you and he calls you on FaceTime almost all day everyday (I mean he’s pretty clingy)

He kinda doesn’t mind it because he doesn’t have to lie to you about leaving with billy late at night anymore to do some killing

He makes sure you eat good. Anything you want to eat you can have. Take out is a good option since Stu can’t cook for his life-

When you go to shower he sanitizes your room down “Stu you can’t be in here” you say as you stand in the bedroom door way with your mask on. “I when I clean the room you get better faster”

He sneaks into your room at night putting on his mask and cuddles you because he can’t sleep with out you

He ended up getting sick💀 now your taking care of him-

Billy Loomis

Billy sleeps in the living room making sure he stays the hell away from you.

“I love you baby yes but what use I am for you if I get sick too?” He looked at you as you faced time him “I would be taking care of you if you was sick” you frowned “listen- I’m taking care of you I am just being careful”

He’s honestly scared of the Covid- he told you to still be careful even tho it’s “declared over”. He didn’t believe it and he was right. He still wears his mask out.

“I’m hungry” you texted billy. He looked and responded “I made you something it’s at the door”. You opened it and seen a bowl of soup in a paper bowl with a plastic spoon “jee thanks-“ you pick it up and go into the room

After you “felt better” he took you to get checked then it was true you didn’t have it no more but he quarantined you for one more day then let you out.

“You are overreacting-“ you watched him as he bleached almost all the room down “this is gonna kill them” he mutters as he scrubs.

It took billy a minute to let you kiss him and even cuddle with him- he’s just so sweet.

Jason Voorhees

Jason feels bad

He doesn’t understand what’s going on but knows your sick

He tries his best to take care of you but it isn’t working and you have to explain to him you just need to quarantine for alittle

Being alone for him is frightening and sad

He decides to find someone that’s on the camp grounds and he drags them to the house so you can get token care of

The person had no choice and the person care of you

“Jason. Why would you do that” you look at him slightly upset but you knew he meant no harm. He looked at you as he looked away grunting at the person to hurry up and make your food faster

Micheal Myers

He doesn’t do anything

He basically stays out your way letting you go in the kitchen and what not. With your mask on ofcourse

“Micheal I need-“ Michael sits down bags of groceries as he backs up staring at you

You raise your eyebrow seeing blood on the bag as you look at him then open the bag seeing new food and drinks and medicine. “Where did you get this?” You ask pulling the things out then looking at him

He looked at you then simply walks away

You shrug and smile as you make you and Michael some food

He does supply you when you need it but most of the time he isn’t there so don’t really expect him to help you that much

Hannibal Lector

Best supporter in my opinion

He definitely takes care of you

He makes sure you’ve eaten drinked enough water take your meds etc.

He took time off his job and doing the FBI cases with will just to take care of you

He does care about your mental health a lot so he makes sure to face time you and have a talk with you for a hour or so

“How are you doing darling?” He asked gently, “like shit. I can’t sleep” “I’ll stay on the phone if that will help you?” You smile and nod as you lay back down

After you ended up overcoming this sickness Hannibal sanitized the room and replaced all of your hygiene equipment you used (like toothbrush toothpaste body brush etc.)

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy had alittle experience with taking care of a sick person. He had to take care of his momma before

Therefore he knew what to do and what not to do

He stayed away letting you quarantine in his room as he and momma made you food.

Momma went to get your meds while Tommy stayed home to make sure you had everything you needed

He’s a sweet boy. He draws for you like pictures of you or the pig you both are raising. He’s just a cute boy :((

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nothomegal · 8 months

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“The little owl family” (Part 3)

(RZ!Michael Myers x GNReader)

Summary: your and your little sister’s life had an 180° turn when your parents got into a severe car crash, dying on the spot. You, being already past 18 had to figure out how to keep things afloat and give yourself, specially your sister, a good future. And you did! It was hard but you did it and became the absolute hero in the little girl’s eyes. People would often involuntary smile at the dynamic of your two, so wholesome and supportive, the perfect family bond.Bond that a certain Boogeyman noticed as well…

Warnings: typical mentions of murder, Mikey being obsessive and violent.

Word Count: 4k. (Sorry for so much text- )

Additional info: Gender Neutral reader. (S/N) = sister’s name.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

Both siblings have returned home after making a visit to the plice station. (Y/N) was a bit moody but mostly relieved that the police finally listened. They already visited the station, the day after finding the dinosaur drawing, but of course everyone thought they were crazy for freaking out over a scrible, saying that maybe some teens saw them around the Myers house and decided to prank them. They had non of it yet couldn't do much, the only advice the cop gave them was to close the doors and keep the inside of the house private.

Now however, when the police heard (S/N)'s testimony that's when they took it more serious. Sure, the probability of it being some dumbass dressing up to be funny was there, yet it worth checking just in case, specially when knowing that the real Michael Myers kidnapped his sister. And who knows, maybe he'll do the same but with some random child...

—"(Y/N)..."—

(S/N)'s gentle voice shut all overwhelming thoughts inside (Y/N)'s mind. They slowly put the knife next to the cooking board and look at their sister.

—"What is it songbird? Still scared?"—

The girl fidgets with her fingers a bit while staring on the tiled kitchen floor. Eventually she sighs and her arms drop.

—"I'm sorry..."—

(Y/N) blinks a couple of times, confused with their sudden apology.

—"Sorry? For what?"— you ask, genuinely confused.

—"For starting all this mess... I think Terry is right, I'm just a scaredy cat that overreacted."— she says, her expression guilty.

Their eyes widened slightly, they walk over to their sister and kneel in front of her.

—"You did nothing wrong sweetheart, you actually did the right thing! The police is there to help, to protect us."— you say softly as you cup her cheek. —"And you better get ready because tomorrow I'll say Terry some not-so-nice things to that goblin so he leaves you alone."—

—"It's... It's not about Terry anymore, it's about you (Y/N)."— she lowers her gaze even more. —"I- I don't like how much you have to worry now, and it's all because of me! If-... If I just stayed quiet, if I didn't ask to see that dumb old house we would be okay and happy, and we would be able to celebrate Halloween!... I ruined it all I- "—

Before (S/N) could continue with her rant, her sibling wraps their arms around her form tightly, holding her close in silence for a few seconds.

—"I said you did nothing wrong. This situation could've happe to anyone, and we got the unluky number. I know you're worried about me and I admit that I may not be at my best state, but it will pass eventually and everything will be right again."— you lean back a bit, your gaze warm. —"We just need to hold on a bit, until the police catches that scary man. I'm sure it will be soon."—

(S/N), more calm, nods as she wipes the little tears that were threatning to slide down her cheeks.

—"Was that man Michael Myers?... Is he the Boogeyman?..."—

(Y/N)'s body goes stiff as they think what to answer. They haven't told their sister about the stranger's identity, not wanting to scare her even further but it seems like (S/N) started to figure out the whole situation by herself.

—"I-... I don't know."— you sigh, but she doesn't seem convinced. —"Myers is supposed to be in the asylum and- "—

—"He escaped... Did he?"— she glances at you.

After a little pause, their sibling nods, their expression a bit sad, even ashamed for trying to keep her oblivious. But the girl had no anger or resentment in her eyes, but a desire to know.

—"What did he do so everyone are so scared of him?..."—

—"I'm... I'm not sure you want to know that... Long story short; very scary and bad things."—

—"What things? Please tell me (Y/N)! I promise I won't get scared!"— she begs you in a childish tone.

(Y/N) remains quiet, thinking. Eventually they sigh and stand up.

—"You better take a sit, I'll go get you a poptart."— you simply say.

The girl gets a little spine chill, both excited and worried about what her sibling is about to tell her. Ones the girl took her sit on the dining table and was munching the sweet treat, (Y/N) starts speaking while resuming their cooking.

—"Last year, a few days before Halloween, all grown up Michael Myers escaped. He killed people while doing it, and not in a pretty way..."—

(S/N) freezes mid bite.

—"K-Killed?..."—

—"Yes... Killed. One of the victims was one of his caretakers, a sweet old man that was there since he was a kid..."—

(Y/N) could see how physically uncomfortable their sister got, even if the details of how he killed him weren't mentioned. They began to feel bad for the little girl and were ready to stop the 'story telling', but the girl proved to be tougher than expected.

—"And what happened after he escaped?..."—

—"He... He tracked his little sister, that is now a teen. He murdered her adoptive parents, a friend and then kiddnapped her, nearly killing her as well in the process. The sister survived though, and Michael Myers supposedly died when she shot him, but as we can see he didn't..."—

The little girl listens quietly, taking in the information and shrinking on her sit every second, the munched poptart still untouched in her shaky hands.

—"Is he... Is he coming to kills us?"— she finally asks.

There are a few seconds of silence, until (Y/N) breaks it, their tone loud, strict, cold... Yet burning with anger and determination.

—"I won't allow it."— and you meant it. —"If he dares to come, I will break every single limb of his. He's not touching you while I'm still breathing."—

Such tone took (S/N) off guard, she never saw her sibling be so cold and serious about anything.

—"But... But what if he hurts you?..."—

—"He won't. Mom and dad won't allow him."— you reply with a softer tone and then turn towards her. —"Even if they're not here, they still taking care of us. We'll be okay, songbird. I promise."— you smile.

The girl remains silent, observing their expression to see if they're just pretending, but (Y/N)'s look and words seemed genuine. She eventually smiles back with a toothy grin.

—"You're right! Bet the ghost of mom and dad are going to haunt him if he dares to come!"—

—"Oh they definetely will! Dad was scary but angry mom was even scarier!"—

And the dull atmosphere from before vanished in a blink of an eye, the siblings talking about random topic which would make them either laugh or argue. The tunes coming out from the speaker only made their afternoon even better, singing or even dancing, anything to keep the dark thoughts away.

But of course, they weren't enjoying it alone. The dark presence was outside, hiding in the shadows. Even though he couldn't see (Y/N) through the windows anymore, due to the curtains they strictly maintained closed, their tone alone was enough to make him feel the same adrenaline spike, his chest heavy with some sort of excitement. The way their cold voice managed to penetrate and shake every single bone and muscle inside of him was an indescribable feeling, yet so, so adicting. They knew who he is, the atrocities he commited and how much of a threat he is, yet they made it clear how many fucks they give about it, only worrying about the safety of the little one.

And now... Now that the atmosphere inside of the house changed, so did his mood. The way they both laughed, chanted, danced... Every single interaction between these two radiated with warmth, warmth strong enough to keep the crude outside world away from their little happy home.

From their little happy family...

Happy family...

He should be envious of them, he should be mad at them for having what he could never have, she should try to destroy it, to destroy the both of them so he stops feeling bad...!

But... He doesn't. He doesn't feel bad at all, none of these negative and destructive feelings are haunting him, not ones. It's the oposite, he actually feels warmth whenever he observes them, some alien coziness that unknowingly to him would make his body relax and gaze soft. He's not sure why he feels like this, but he can't deny the fact that if feels good... Peaceful, he feels at peace for ones in his wretched life.

He should be content with that, with what he has it should be enough, it should... But he knows that his mind will crave for more...

And it's only a matter of time before he loses control.

. . .

October 28th.

The last couple of days been pretty uneventful, the 'Boogeyman' wasn't mentioned anymore and didn't appear ones, even the owl family resumed their carefree lifestyle and were already teaching their babies to fly!

But unfortunately, tonight the siblings couldn't observe the birds due to a hard storm outside. Rain, wind, thunder, you named it all.

(S/N) was in (Y/N)'s room, she was quite scared of thunders so of course she would ask to sleep with their sibling who, unlike the young one, was probably having the best sleep of their life.

The bed was quite wide so they both fit without any issue, each one with their own blanket.

At some point though, a particulary loud thunder resonated, which made (S/N) cuddle closed to (Y/N). The mentioned sibling woke up due the loud sound but thought nothing of it, ready to close their eyes and go back to sleep.

But suddenly, an alarming feeling striked in their gut. Something felt wrong, is the air colder? Heavier? Is their heartbeat too loud? Is the house too silent? It's hard to tell what exactply isn't right, but they know something is.

They suddenly sit up, their eyes wide and staring at the door. The little girl felt the sudden movement and also sit up, though her form sleepy and confused.

—"Uh?... What's wrong?"— she mumbles before yawning.

—"...I don't know."— you reply, still staring at the door.

The girl blinks a couple of times and also looks at the door. They both remain in this position completely still, barely breathing, until a very faint thud resonated somewhere downstairs. Sure, the noise could mean whatever, but the sense of dread inside of (Y/N) only increased, demanding them to take actions.

—"{Songbird.}"— you whisper, your tone urgent. —"{I want you to tiptoe towards the closet and hide in there, do not come out until I say so.}"—

—"{B-But- }"—

She has no time to ask questions because (Y/N) had stand up and was already searching under their bed for something. They eventually find what they've been looking for, a hunting rifle.

They then look up and glance at their sister, who was completely frozen on the bed with a horrified expression.

—"{Just go hide, please. And if things get ugly...}"— you pause, glancing at the door briefly. —"{Then run away, run towards our next house neighbors and ask them to call the police, okay?"}—

—"{But (Y/N)!... Y-You-...}"—

They nudge her side gently, silently telling her to stop talking and hide. With a huge effort the girl manages to make her body move again and as quietly as she could she made her way towards the closet, hiding her form inside and gently closing the door.

(Y/N) remained in place, near the bed with the rifle already pointing at the door. For solid five minutes absolutely nothing happened, the wind kept howling, the rain pouring and the thunders striking, but nothing else, there were no more odd sounds inside the hou-

Footsteps, the unmistakable sound of footsteps resonated from the stairs. Whoever was walking was doing it slowly, casually even, as if they owned the place. (Y/N) kept their posture, pre aiming at the door and simply waiting, if the intruder is bold enough to enter into their room they'll shoot without thinking twice. Sure, the idea of killing another human is scary and definetely puts their mind even more on edge, but it's either their and (S/N)'s or the intruder's life.

The footsteps eventually stop right in front of the door. There are another good few minutes of silence but it's suddenly interrupted by a loud and bright thunder, which illuminated the whole room and the hall. And right there, through the door crack, they saw an unmistakable shadow of a human.

With no time to waste and with enough evidence that there is an intruder, (Y/N) pulls the trigger.

BANG!

A faint line of smoke is coming out the rifle, but there was no thud or screams of pain at the other side of the door, nothing.

They remain in position for a while but after not hearing anything, or seeing through the tiny hole they just made, (Y/N) slowly lowers the gun, questioning if there even was someone or it's actually their unhealthy paranoia getting the best of them.

They got their answer when the door practically flew off it's hanles and a giant dark mass charged at them. They try to aim and shoot again but the intruder is way faster and manages to grab the end of the rifle and tilt it up the moment (Y/N) pulls the trigger again, making them shoot at the ceiling.

They both struggle, (Y/N) desperately trying to get the gun free but the intruder is way too strong, he's also big, which makes it nearly impossible to push away.

Realizing that things are actually about to get ugly, they shout.

—"(S/N)! RUN!"—

The closet door swings open and the little girl sprints out the room, quietly crying and extremely scared. The massive stranger stopped for a brief moment when he heard the girl, it was just a moment of stillness that ended up with him practically ripping off the rifle out of (Y/N)'s grasp and throwing it agains the wall with great force.

The next thing they know is that the intruder managed to get to their neck. Ones has a firm hold of it, he stands up to his full height and slams their body against the wall, knocking out any oxygen left in their lungs. It didn't stop (Y/N) from struggling though, doing their best to land a kick on his stomack or the lower (and more painful) parts, yet their attempts were cut short when the stranger began to squeeze their neck with both hands, making their struggles weaker.

Eventually, the lack of oxygen began to affect (Y/N) and their arms drop and their body goes numb. Only when they nearly fainted, is when the stranger lose his grip, not enough to let go but enough to let them breathe as they're kept in place.

Durning this little moment of calm another thunder striked and illuminated the room, allowing them to see the emotionless face of the stranger, staring right into their sould.

—"{Myers...}"— you mouth breathlessly.

A sudden little thud followed by a rubber squeak got their attention. (Y/N)'s eyes wide and fill with terror when they see (S/N) standing in the doorway with a little pile of toys in one arm.

—"Leave them alone! You ugly monster!"—

She exclaims as she throws another toy into Michael's broad back, the toy making little to no harm. The man merely glances over his shoulder, his gaze now focused on her little frame.

—"You're mad at us because we visited your home, are you?! (Y/N) did absolutelly nothing wrong, we went there because of me! I am the guilty one! You should've punish me instead!"—

She exclaims again, tears sliding down her cheeks like rivers yet she didn't care. The girl stood high and threw another toy.

—"Or you want to take them away?! I know you have a little sister too, I- "— she hiccups a bit. —"I can be your new little sister! Please take me! Punish me! B-But please! Please leave (Y/N) alone!"—

The girl ends up desperately sobbing, both scared of the man in front of her and the fact that her sibling may disappear forever. Michael slowly turns towards her as he lets go of (Y/N), their body falling into the floor as they gasp for air.

The man starts to slowly and menacingly walk towards (S/N). The girl suddenly realized the mess she just got herself into as she starts to back away, throwing the rest of her toys at the man in a desperate attempt to slow him down, but all they did is bounce off his body into the floor.

—"W-Wait! Ne-Never mind! I- I ch-changed my mind! I don't want t-to go anywhere!"— she lets out a squeak when her back hit the wall in the hall.

The massive man gets even closer, his shadow making the already dark house even darker, darkness that threatens to engulf anything and never let go. The girl lets out a terrified cry as she shields herself with her hands.

—"(Y/N)!"—

The desperate cry of their name made them regain their conscience quickly, they see Michael Myers being just two feets away from their sister, blocking any escape with his broad figure as he extends his hand towards the little girl. Oh god he's about to strangle her just like he attempted with them!

(S/N) is in danger.

They must save her.

No matter what.

But what both siblings failed to see, was the way Michael moved his arm towards the little girl. His movements where slow and smooth, no aggression reflected in them.

When he was about to brush his finger agains (S/N)'s arm, a spartan-like war cry resonated behind him and something cold was wrapped around his neck. (Y/N) tugs the thick wire back rougly, causing the behemoth to stumble backwards, leaving enough room for (S/N) to escape.

—"RUN GODDAMNIT!"— you yell.

And this time (S/N) listens, sprinting through the stairs as fast as her body allows, leaving the house and not return.

The struggle between Michael and (Y/N) continued, they held tightly into the wire, trying to squeaze it even more while Michael attempted to get them off his back. The man eventually gets the solution and slams his body, back first, agains the wall, but (Y/N) doesn't give up. He repeats this maneuver a couple of times until their grip is lose enough to peel them off him and throw them into the floor.

The fall didn't go well, (Y/N) ended up going face first into the floor, but whatever pain they felt is quickly overshadowed by the adrenaline rushing through their veins. They know they won't be able to kill this monster, they know they're going to die, they know they have no chance, they know... But they refuse to go down so easily.

Durning the struggle, it seems like the man dropped his weapon, which (Y/N) had already grabbed as they stand up again. They hold the knife tightly as they stare into the man’s eyes, blood was leaking through their nose down their chin like a river. And despite this, despite all of these disadvantages, they stand hight and ready to keep fighting.

The killer must think they’re insane for even daring to get back to their feet, that they’re delusional for attempting to fight back… But (Y/N) does not care, not when their most loved one is in danger.

Michael remains completely still, looking at (Y/N)’s form. The moment their eyes made contact again, the same spine chill jolted through his body. The feeling was electrifying, so adictive, it began to intoxicate his mind, his eyes half lidded and breath heavy. He shouldn't be like this, (Y/N)'s eyes should not cause his body to react like that, but he can't help it...

Their eyes... There was no fear on them, only cold rage, a burning determination to protect and fight back. This gaze could be compared to the one of a wild wolf protecting an injured member of their pack.

The sacrifice they were ready to make in order to protect their sister caused Michael to feel a bit of respect towards them... Maybe even admiration, no, obsession. He was obsessed with their eyes, with their voice, with them... He was obsessed with (Y/N).

They both remains still, but eventually, and to their misfortune, Michael makes a move. He charges at them but (Y/N) seemed to learn from their previous mistake as they step aside and make a clear slash on his shoulder, causing the man release a low groan.

They attempt to stab him on the neck but Michael quickly grabs their wrist mid attack and tightly squeezes it, to the point that he felt something pop inside and right after that the knife was released from their grasp. But (Y/N) still refused to give up, this time they attepts to land a hit on his face or grab his mask, attempt that was cut short when Michael pushed them into the floor and practically tackled them.

(Y/N) glares daggers at him, their gaze hateful.

—"Don't you get it you sick fuck?!"— you exclaim, voice full of anger.

Michael only tilts his head, action that only pisses (Y/N) off.

—"I am not stopping, I won't stop fighting, not when my sister is in danger! Not while I'm still breathing!"—

And after these words they start struggling under Michael's large body, as the man himself got entranced with them again. Their bloodied visage looked so beautiful to him for some reason, their eyes filled with hate, not only towards him, but towards everything in the world made his breath shake. If it was any other victim he would be frustrated with such behavior... But not with (Y/N), never with them.

At some point, their struggles began to morph into quiet sobs, desperate and disappointed. They were disappointed with themselves, their helplessness and their inability to protect (S/N), not from this monster. They failed her...

They look away and bite their lip, holding their cries as best as possible, not wanting this beast to see them cry, to give him the joy watching them slowly break. This new picture of (Y/N) caused something inside of Michael's chest squeeze painfully, this new broken and vulnerable (Y/N) was very different from the previous one. It may not cause him the same thrill, but in ignites a new emotion, something he though he lost very, very long ago...

Protectiveness.

The same one he felt when he saw Angel cry, when she cowered away from him before he tried to reveal himself... And even after she tried to escape, he still felt protective of her in his own way... And now he feels it towards (Y/N).

Michael's head then straightens as he began to lean down, closer to them. (Y/N) tries to use their last bits of strength to push him away, slow him down, anything to keep him away from killing them in that same instant. When they feel his large arms wrap around their form, they shut their eyes tightly, expecting to feel pain at any second as he breaks their body limb by limb... But that doesn't happen.

They keep their eyes closed for a solid minute, and when still nothing happen, they open them just to be greeted by Michael's large form holding them in a tight embrace. His body warm despite his clothes being wet, the heat slightly soothing any pain in (Y/N)'s body, but not their mind. Being this close they can feel how powerful and strong Michael's body is, even embraced they can barely move, he could easily break their spine at any moment with enough force if he wanted to...

But (Y/N) had no time to question it or had any strength to push him since the adrenaline started to worn off and their vision and senses to slowly black out.

They're not sure how long Michael held them, but eventually he let go and stood up as the plice sirens got closer. He throws one last glance at (Y/N)'s nearly unconscious form before grabbing his knife and walking away.

But, it wasn't the last time they will see him...

Because the monster inside of him will force him to return…

#nothomegal fic #michael myers #rz michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #michael myers x reader #gn reader #halloween #slasher x reader

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angelsdean · 9 months

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the thing is, jack literally is not a toddler. like i am all for baby jack AUs and headcanons but in canon he is not a baby in an adult body. the narrative does not treat him as a toddler. they settle this debate in jack's second (2nd) episode when jack is mimicking dean (bc he imprinted on him like a baby duck) and he goes to drink a beer and they let him because he's not actually a baby despite being new to the world. it's the same as when amara is born and grows up fast. she is not still a baby when, a very short time later, she is in her fully adult form. jack is a young adult, who yes is a bit naive and learning abt the world, but it's more on par with like angels being new to the world and learning abt humanity, (like cas.)

jack is also an incredibly powerful being! he is literally thee most powerful being on earth, more powerful than any archangel, and only second in power to chuck-amara. and chuck fears him. especially when jack goes soulless. everything that happens in Moriah is because chuck is angling for them to do away with his jack-problem. he's moving the pieces on the board, fueling tfw's (yes all of them) already uneasy feelings about soulless jack and telling them thee Only way to stop jack is to kill him. chuck also establishes that he's a writer and writers lie early on in the episode. then he tells them there's no way to save jack, only kill him. that chuck's hands are tied and restoring souls is beyond his abilities (he literally created souls !! he's GOD !!). he's literally lying to them thee whole time. and it all gets revealed when sam realizes chuck IS scared of jack and that he knows where jack and dean are and that everything is going according to plan and that he's enjoying it. and then dean does something chuck doesn't expect, he doesn't go through with what chuck wants him to do! he disrupts the narrative ! he chooses free will!!! he will not kill his kid. he won't do it. he throws the gun away because he can't do it. jack, very much like dean during the michael arc, is prepared to die if it's for the greater good.

like i said before, jack mimics dean. jack loves dean. jack learned so much from dean's example. (also, an aside but. dean and jack do so much bonding off screen. just from the references to their movie watching alone-- they've watched the lost boys 36 times--it's clear they've spent a lot of time together). anyways, jack learns a lot from dean and he and dean both feel similarly re: sacrifice. jack thinks the same about sacrificing dean during the michael arc, he tells cas it doesn't matter if they can't save dean if it means ridding the world from the danger of michael. similarly, soulless jack IS a threat to the world because he is thee most powerful being in the world after god and right now he is behaving unpredictably. they are right to be afraid of him (and yes they love him, but all of tfw currently fears him.) still, despite dean and jack sharing these similar views, neither of them could follow through with killing the other when it comes down to it.

anyway, all some people want to remember abt 14x20 / jack's soulless arc is dean pointing a gun at jack / putting him in the box but literally dean cannot and does not kill jack and actively goes against god's manipulation. additionally, jack is not a baby who just made a mistake and everyone is overreacting. of course he didn't mean to kill mary, but they are not irrational for being afraid of jack, who is an extremely powerful supernatural being who currently is behaving erratically and where loss of control results in fatal consequences for others. like they are Right to want to take precautions and find a solution to protect the world from jack who at the moment is very much like a bomb that could go off on a whim. also this IS a supernatural fantasy show, like that context matters. they are not putting their literal baby in a box for, like spilling orange juice. they are trying to deal with a supernatural threat on the "dealing with supernatural threats" show. cas even suggests putting jack in the cage / binding jack. they are all afraid of him and looking for a solution until they can figure out a way to save him. and the only reason anyone starts talking about killing jack is when chuck is the one to suggest it as Thee Only Option (because again, it's what chuck wants to happen)

#yea sorry courtney's anons sparked a fire in me #anyways. tldr:#jack is not a baby or a toddler. the narrative does not treat him as a helpless child.#he IS an incredibly powerful supernatural being and they ARE right to fear him #and ALL of tfw was afraid of him during his soulless arc and all of them were on board w/ finding ways to contain him #until they could restore his soul #and it's only once chuck starts playing puppeteer that anyone starts talking abt KILLING jack. and even then. in the end. dean cannot do it #stop acting like jack was a literal helpless baby being pushed around by ~mean dean~#jack could've flatten dean like a bug. but he doesn't. bc he loves dean. that's his dad. (he has more dads than most)#mymeta #jack studies #yea can we get some jack studies up in here !! some nuance and complexity for jack pls !!

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evita-shelby · 2 years

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I love all of your work. I keep trying to imagine dad tommy from fic where his little girl comes home declaring she's got a boyfriend, and him panicking because she's like 6 and he can't scare the little boy without having his wife (the reader) chewing his head for it.

Omg thank you 😊

Okay for context, Florence was born in 1929 and is reader and Tommy’s youngest child (and his favorite of all four).

And i felt the prompt went better by being from Tommy's pov to focus more on Tommy and Florence’s relationship.

Other shelby children: Charlie and Gabriel (the Shelby Boys) and Diane (Diane Elizabeth)

Six years old

Gif by @samcoving

"Who's your new friend, Flora?" Tommy asked his youngest as he kissed the top of her head and then took his place at the head of the dinner table.

Frankly, Tommy thought it wholly unnecessary that they were using the large dining room they use to host gatherings instead of the more private family dining room.

But Florence Eleanor Shelby had demanded a dinner party for tonight, so he dressed for dinner and promised his wife not to overreact when he learned why.

A promise his wife had bet three shillings he'd break before the first course.

"My boyfriend." She beamed at him.

It took everything in him not to spit the water he had been drinking. He was going to need a drink, but Y/N had a strict don't drink in front of the children or I'll have your guts for garters, or so help me God, Thomas Michael Shelby policy.

"Hello, sir, I'm Andrew Roberts, pleasure to meet you." The little boy said courteously and waited until Tommy acknowledged him to resume eating.

Because in the pantomime that is life, his little girl attached herself to the son of Billy Kimber’s accountant.

Can't scare the boy, can't be rude or else Roberts will see it as a provocation, so he acts like this is just another friend his favorite child has brought over.

"I'm gonna marry him, daddy." Six-year old Florence tells him and you make it worse by indulging her in this fantasy.

The last thing he wants is for one of his children to marry young like his parents and the John did.

"But the girl is six," his wife’s says, "you're worrying for nothing."

"You're wrong, love," he tells her later once the dinner is over.

Six turns to eleven and she and Andrew remain thick as thieves.

She was bold, bolder than her best friend, the Princess Margaret, and Andy Roberts is shy and cautious like Tommy can assume his father was.

Calls him her boyfriend still, and he reminds Y/N that its way past being a phase.

"They're children, Tom" she shakes her head even as she does some last minutes things on the children's matching costumes.

Eleven turns to sixteen and Andrew nervously asks him for permission to ask Florence to a dance.

He has a shotgun on his lap when he gives the teenage boy his answer.

Florence locks herself in her room in tears and his wife shakes her head. "There's no harm in a dance. If you don't let her go, she'll just escape through the window and steal the car again."

So he listens to his wife and the next morning he apologized to his daughter and made her promise she wouldn't do anything stupid.

Sixteen turns to twenty three and they've been featured in everything from Tabloids to Time Magazine as the United Kingdom's entrepreneurial power couple.

Florence had invited them to a dinner party at her place in Mayfair. She had news and she had made him swear on the lives of his five grandchildren (by his three older children) not to overreact.

"Mummy, Daddy, I invited you today because Andy and I have news." She's nervous, but doesn't show it. His little girl had taken over the family businesses (the legal ones)and blossomed into a strong, independent and beautiful woman like her mother.

He knew what was coming.

Thomas Shelby had cornered Andrew Roberts after he bought the engagement ring.

But Roberts had sworn him to secrecy until the tine was right.

"Out with it, girl, your mother's not getting any younger." He tries to lighten the mood at the cost of his wife subtlely kicking him ubder the table.

"We're getting married!" They try to say it in unison, but nervous Andrew had said it first.

"You knew, Tommy?" his wife asked him suprised.

"Known since she was six."

#tommy and florence #florence shelby #reader is a side character #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy is a good dad #dad!tommy #tommy shelby x fem!reader #tommy shelby x wife!reader #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader

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Happy friendly Friday, Cal!

This is related to your Jack-as-caretaker-protector ramblings. In 13x20 Unfinished Business, we get this little nugget from a very green, overconfident Jack and Mary about protecting people.

MARY: I don't know how we'll keep everybody safe. On Jack-- that weighs on him. These are HIS people. Then--

Interestingly, not too long after this, Jack comes to a very Cas-like conclusion. Once the refugees are safe with Sam, Dean, and Cas and on their way to the rift, Jack puts on his little backpack and tries to sneak away to confront AU Michael on his own.

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There's also this line from 13x20 that speaks to Jack's drive to keep the group safe. (He's learning a lot of this from Mary! She's his vizier and guidepost when it comes to learning how to fight for others.) Although Jack is a mirror to Sam's impatience in 13x21 Beat the Devil, his focus is still very much on the idea of safety, even if his way of going about it is foolish and arrogant.

JACK: I'll keep us safe. I promise.

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Anyway, I think there's an obvious callback both to what Sam says about Dean in 13x02 re:protecting people and what Dean says to Death in 15x18:

13x02 The Rising Son:

JACK: Why would he be afraid? SAM: Because Dean feels like it’s his job to protect everyone.

15x18 Despair:

DEAN: It's over. Call it off. Stop killing my people! BILLIE: (panting with effort and pain) I didn't hurt your friends. DEAN: What? BILLIE: (laughs) You're in the wrong place, Dean.

Also, in the beginning of 15x18, we got this:

JACK: (crying) God, The Empty, Billie... Everyone's so mad at us, and I don't have my powers. There's nothing I can do to protect us. Castiel looks away, nodding. He knows Jack is right. JACK: I'm scared, Cas. CAS: I know. Me, too.

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But back to season 13. There's Mary, who feels so drawn to helping the people in 13x22 Exodus that she wants to stay in the AU world! I think Jack definitely inherited her value system a little bit, too.

MARY: I'm not going back...I fought beside these people. I respect them. I respect their cause. You can’t expect me to just abandon them.

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Lastly, I think we've talked a little bit about the Dark!Kaia and Jack parallel, but I think of Kaia's line in 14x09 The Spear to Dean and Cas (who are both obvious, well-established family protectors).

DARK KAIA: You have people you feel bound to protect-- to save. So do I.

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Anyhoo, the question! I know that the main characters rotate with who's battening down to protect large groups versus who's committing to protecting small, close-knit family units, but I do think these lines speak to some of Jack's inner drives to protect everyone. This strong protector-drive is why he overreacts to the poor gas station worker and nearly chokes him to death after Maggie is murdered.

I feel like Jack tries to embody Dean's batten-down-the-hatches caretaking model, "everyone work together to keep everyone safe," and Cas's lone wolf protector model, "go out there on your own if you have to in order to keep threats away." I'm not leaving Sam out, but although Jack is shown to be very observant and good at thinking on his feet when it comes to casework, when he's backed into a corner, he doesn't seem to naturally reach for Sam's problem-solving mode the same way he does the other two. Sam's model is to be rigorously academic and consult the lore to an obsessive degree. Sam wants to be the man with the (sometimes balls-to-the-wall-insane) plan.

I think that's why in Ouroboros, Dean-Cas-Jack hilariously bail on research to go eat in a diner, and they leave the fussy details to Sam and Rowena. I think characters like Patience Turner and even Harper Sayles would probably hunker with Sam and Rowena and (as Cas so dryly puts it in Ouroboros) "their many, many books."

But I think Jack prefers to do his "book reading and hunting homework" ahead of time, not so much during. During the case, he seems like he prefers to be hands-on: he studiously assess the situation in front of him. Examples: noticing Athena's boyfriend in a photo, checking out Harper's apartment in a hands-on manner, noticing details about the cursed girl and the witch, etc.

:-)

hi shal!!! ooh, this is a juicy one! you never disappoint 🫶🫶

I think Jack’s need to overprotect is, shockingly, rooted in his own self fear, and a product of the many complexes sam and dean accidentally gave him—this one, particularly, is the savior complex sam instilled with his 13x02 line “We need to protect you, but we might also need to protect others from you.” It’s a confusing and upsetting dichotomy to process, and to me it echoes back to Sam’s demon blood arc when he felt that saving as many people as he could on various cases would keep him good; if you can find a way to be The Savior, then you can avoid becoming The Monster. and of course, after Sam and Jack’s subsequent falters into becoming The Monster in their own respective arcs, they strive to be The Savior again as a way to amend for being The Monster. It’s a continuation of their shared complex (another vicious cog in the abuse machine), and it only continues further and further with every falter; every act of monstrousness has to be amended with an act of saving, whether that’s to save your own soul or to apologize or both.

It’s also a good addition to the idea that Jack attaches their sense of identity into fulfilling roles and purposes; they don’t want to be what they think they truly are, they’re scared to death of who they are and everybody else hates him for it anyways, so he might as well just be what everyone wants and soak up the affection–even if it’s conditional (not to mention the added bonus of further distancing himself from Lucifer in the process). That brings me back to Sam and his many complexes.

// I don’t mean to give Sam so much flack for his parental shortcomings, but at the same time I don’t think he’s given enough flack for them, so viva la vida, baby! Sam sucks at being a dad too!

This time, it’s the can-opener complex: the one where having a purpose (opening a rift to save Mary) and being useful (digging up graves) are the grounds for basic respect and humanity, rather than them already being inherent to Jack as a living person. Ergo, Jack feels that he has to be useful to be considered “good” or loved, and that coincides perfectly with his savior complex, because now he has a role to play and a purpose to justify him existing! And yet again, this is made even worse with Jack’s personal failings and Acts Of Monstrousness, especially the ones done while he’s soulless. By this point in time, he’s literally a guilt-stricken post-psychotic fully jaded shell of a half-human, completely traumatized and utterly despaired over the sheer destruction he continuously wrought despite his intentions, and the capacity for violence he’s always held as an innate part of what makes him a monster / like Lucifer.

While still fighting to be useful as a bomb, Jack has completely lost faith in the idea that he can be Good or a Savior anymore—even though his S15 sacrifice was outwardly meant to save the world, it was really just an act of suicide and amendment for his monstrousness. Even their final purpose as a literal living weapon is just the begrudging acceptance of his true nature; he’s a monster, a weapon, something that will forever hurt and destroy the world around him as is innate to him. So, why not make some scrap of good on himself and just direct the blast towards someone who deserves it?

#that’s all I got sowwy :3 #it’s 1:36a #and I’m sleepy sooooo #ciao ciao #ily shallow :3333 #jack kline #spn #spn meta #holdthypeace.txt

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thesquidkid · 2 years

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sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me

Where Alex and Max nearly get actually buried alive, Michael pretty much becomes a radar, and Bonnie is both cute and badass.

Also, please do not forget that this is a happy ending. There is just a little bit more angst before that

(chapters 1 and 2, or read it on ao3) (also this chapter is about 3.5k words, just so you know)

Enjoy! 😁❤️

Chapter 3 - don't know where it goes but it's home to me, and I walk alone

On Alex's wrist, was a mark that Michael was positive he had never seen there before. Moreover, it was a symbol he himself knew very well. He had the same on his right forearm.

The alien symbol.

Michael slowly raised his head, only to see that Alex – or not-Alex as it now seemed – was still smiling softly at him. But this time Michael didn’t smile back, the sense of dread creeping back on him. Just as he was about to open his mouth and say something – he wasn’t sure what he was going to say exactly – someone opened the door to the barn.

“What did you do?” shouted Bonnie, rushing to where Michael and not-Alex were sitting.

Her eyes were fixed on not-Alex, and there was a fire burning in them that Michael hadn’t seen before.

“I said,” she repeated, “What. Did. You. Do.”

Not-Alex put a frown on his face, and looked between Michael and Bonnie, his eyes staying on Bonnie longer.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” he asked politely, and Michael saw through the fake innocence. He saw the anger, and it clicked. The third alien.

What he needed to figure out now was the how. And where Alex was. And then, he would go and rescue him from wherever he was held.

Bonnie then turned to Michael, “This is not your boyfriend, Michael.”

“I know.” he replied, looking at her with a nod. He didn’t dare look at not-Alex, fearing what he might see there.

From the corner of his eyes, Michael saw that not-Alex straightened up, looking and Bonnie, like the two of them were having a silent conversation. It lasted for a few seconds, until Bonnie fell to the ground, passed out.

“Bonnie!” Michael shouted as he saw her head hit the ground.

He turned to not-Alex, despite the dread and fear he felt. “What did you do to her?”

The third alien sighed, “Nothing. For now.”

Not-Alex stood up, the handcuffs falling to the ground as he did so. He then stood in front of Michael, looking at him from above, with a grin on his face.

“Who are you?” Michael asked, feeling his stomach sink. He pressed his fingers in his palms, trying to stay calm, to not overreact and potentially put Alex in more danger.

The third alien’s face changed, from Alex it became a woman with dark hair Michael had never seen before. “You can call me Tezca,” she said.

“And how do I know that’s your real face? Or your real name?” Michael asked, looking briefly past her to Bonnie who was still laying on the ground, but slowly waking up.

He needed to buy time.

“You don’t,” Tezca replied with a smile. “I guess you’ll just have to trust me.”

“See, here’s the thing,” Michael said with a grin, laying back against the wall. “I don’t really trust anyone.”

“Except Alex Manes.”

He dug his nails in his palm at the mention of his boyfriend, taking a deep breath to calm down. He knew that if he reacted brutally from the start, he might not get information about Alex.

“Speaking of,” he continued, his voice calm, unlike his internal thoughts. “Where is he?”

Tezca shook a finger in front of him, a smile on her face. “That I cannot tell you. The human will only slow us down.”

She kneeled in front of him. “You do not need him. You can do great things Michael, with us.”

Michael snorted, “Oh you mean like my daddy dictator? Thanks, but I’ll pass on that.”

She put a hand to his cheek. “You have a much greater potential than Jones, Michael.” She spoke slowly, as if he was a scared animal and she was trying not to spook him.

“That human is useless to you. He is better off dead than –”

Tezca didn’t have time to finish her sentence that a strong wind appeared out of nowhere, and she was thrown into the wall behind Michael, who barely flinched as the body fell to the ground.

—

The hole on the ceiling to the cave opened up slowly, some sand falling through. Max and Alex were sitting side by side, their backs to the far end, the same wall Alex had been against when Max first arrived. They were blinded by the light coming in, and the first thing Max felt was a higher dose of yellow pollen falling into the cave.

Further annihilating his powers.

Then, they saw a man, the same one that had previously come and given Alex water and food. Except this time, he was empty handed.

“Clyde,” Max said coldly when he saw him. His voice was hoarse as he spoke, which only made Clyde chuckle.

“Sheriff Clone,” he replied, “Not feeling too well I see.”

“You’re going to let us die in here,” Alex stated, his voice empty of emotions.

Clyde laughed at him, “Oh, you’re a clever one aren’t you.” He continued laughing, which only had the effect of annoying Alex even more.

“Why not directly kill us?” asked Max, wondering what use he had had to Tezca.

“Well, you see,” replied Clyde, feeling chatty. He figured that since they were going to die in the end, there would be no harm in telling them.

And Alex was going to exploit this.

“Tezca can only use someone’s body if they’re alive,” Clyde continued, “so we need you –” he pointed to Alex “– to stay alive a little longer.”

Alex would lie if he didn’t shorly consider ending it. But he thought of Michael and everything they had been building together and thought that this was not the way he wanted them to be reunited. So he decided to keep fighting. And to keep Clyde talking, just until he knew enough.

“And you,” Clyde continued, this time pointing to Max, “once our Leader is back – which is only a matter of hours now – we won’t need you.”

“So it’s a slow death, huh,” Alex said, looking at Clyde with a smile. “And what makes you so sure we won’t try to escape?”

Clyde laughed again. “Oh come on,” he said, “I thought you were smarter, Alex Manes.”

He took a step closer to the hole, leaning in. Still not close enough for Alex to drag him in.

“You’ve been here for nearly a week now,” Clyde said with a smile. “There is no way out, and you know it.”

“They’ll come for us,” Max said, looking confident.

And even if Alex believed in his friends – in Michael – to find them and to save them, he was starting to doubt the logistics. They were in the middle of the desert, his car had most likely already been ditched. And they were quite literally buried alive. No one was going to find them.

Clyde spoke Alex’s mind. “And how exactly are they going to do that, huh?”

“Are they magically going to find your precise localisation? And even, say they did. Do you know the quantity of sand over your head? You’ll suffocate before they’ve extracted you.”

“This is your tomb, guys. You should start getting comfortable.”

All plans of making Clyde talk went out the window as they realised how little their chance of survival was. They stared at the hole as it closed, and stayed silent, not daring to look at each other.

They needed to stay awake, at all costs.

—

Alex’s car had been found on the side of a road, with no indication, or tire tracks to show how it got there. It was as if it had simply landed there.

Which, Cam thought as she looked at it, was quite possibly what had happened.

The car was empty, with no sign of life. The only reason Cam knew it even was Alex’s car was the car plate, which didn’t seem to have been changed, and the picture of him and Michael placed in the glove box.

“Shit,” she said, to no one in particular. "Shit, shit, shit."

She turned around, to look at miles of desert and empty roads. She had stumbled upon it by complete coincidence, driving around to see if she could get a glimpse of Max or Michael.

Instead, she found proof that another one of their friends was missing.

Cam took her phone out of her jacket pocket and texted the group chat. Things were worse than they thought.

—

Michael looked at Bonnie, who was slowly standing up. He then turned his head to Tezca, laying on the floor.

“Is that a thing on Oasis?” he asked with a smile as Bonnie walked closer to him. “Making people pass out?”

Bonnie kneeled in front of him, reaching behind him to untie the handcuffs. “If you stop someone’s breathing for long enough, they pass out.”

Michael’s eyes widened. “Or they die,” he said, his smile gone.

Bonnie looked up to meet his eyes. “I’ve never done it.”

“But you’ve seen it done.”

She nodded and shortly after, Michael felt his arms free. With Bonnie’s help he stood up, and stumbled a bit as he found his balance. He then went towards Tezca, who was still wearing Alex’s clothes, and grabbed the necklace he had made.

He held it tight in his hands, but didn’t feel anything. There was still a half missing. He stood back up, and turned around to face Bonnie.

“And throwing people against walls?” he asked again, “Is that a thing too?”

She looked at him, matching his smile. “Come on, don’t tell me that you, Michael Guerin, have never done that before?”

“Okay,” he chuckled, “guilty.”

They started walking out of the barn. Just before they left, Michael looked once again at Tezca on the ground, and at Bonnie, all sense of jokes gone.

“Why did you do that?” he asked, then, when Bonnie turned her head to him, confused, he continued. “I mean, you are probably going to get into trouble for that, and –”

“And I realized I don’t want to be with them anymore. I don’t want to do bad things.”

Michael smiled at her. “We aren’t defined by what we did in the past,” he said, repeating something Alex said to him. “But by what we want to do in the present.”

Bonnie smiled back. But her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. She looked back at the barn, and stopped walking, making Michael stop with her.

“You’re afraid,” he said, not questioning. She nodded, which made Michael more angry against Tezca and Clyde than he was before.

“It’s okay,” he continued. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

Something in his voice must’ve convinced Bonnie, as she turned to him with a happy smile, and they started walking again. They didn’t really have a point in mind, a place to go to. Michael wanted – needed – to find Alex, but first they needed to make sure they had as much distance between them and Tezca.

—

Max was the first one to close his eyes. He opened them straight away, once he realised he was drifting off, but it was too late. He was falling asleep and he knew it.

Alex, thanks to his training, could probably hold a few more hours, but not much. He had already been sleep deprived, thirsty and hungry since he first got swallowed by the sand.

Both of them were nearing their limit. But they had to hold on. A little longer…

—

“Everyone search the desert,” Isobel ordered.

“Stay in groups of two, and make sure you comb every inch of sand. We need to make sure we find them.”

The groups consisted of Isobel and Cam, Liz and Kyle, and Dallas and Maria. Each duo went into a car, heading to the desert, each in a different direction.

They all knew, realistically, the chance of finding Max, Michael, or Alex was very slim. But they had to take it. They had to hope that there was a chance, and that they wouldn’t arrive too late.

—

“I think we’re far enough now,” Bonnie said, as they turned behind a large rock. She turned to Michael, and looked at him apologetically.

“I’m sorry,” she said, which made Michael frown.

“Tezca shouldn’t have pretended to be your boyfriend, that’s not – I didn’t think she’d do this, I –”

“Hey,” Michael interrupted softly. “It’s not your fault okay? You got me out of there, so thank you. Really.”

They smiled at each other for a bit, before Bonnie seemed to remember something.

“Oh my God,” she screeched, “I completely forgot.”

She took something out of her pocket, and handed it to Michael, who took it. Michael’s half of the necklace. He held it in hand, next to Alex’s half. Instantly, the pieces reacted with one another, glad to be in each other’s vicinity.

And Michael only missed Alex more.

“Tezca, she didn’t want you to have it. I think the tech knew that it wasn’t really your Alex.”

The pieces want to be together. Despite the two halves of the necklace being reunited, they knew that their owners weren’t. Michael’s blood boiled once more.

And with it, the entire ground shook.

—

Cam was driving her car, with Isobel in the passenger seat, when they felt the ground behind them rumble. Cam instantly stopped the car, just as Isobel got out.

“Michael,” she shouted, with no answer but the ground continuing to shake.

Like any time before, when Michael had been angry and it seemed like an earthquake was coming, the ground shook with a single wave. But the magnitude was like nothing Isobel had seen before. When before, Michael was always conscious of what was hit, this time he wasn’t.

Isobel yelped as Cam pushed her back into the car, closing the door mere seconds before the car flipped, landing precisely where Isobel had been standing.

All three cars, spread at various distances from Michael, the source point to the earthquake, had been impacted, the airbags deployed.

Luckily, no one was injured, and the earthquake seemed to have stopped its course at the edge of the desert, sparing houses and ranches. This, obviously, later brought conspiracy theorists, led by Graham Green.

Graham talked, both in his podcast and in interviews, about aliens finally invading Earth. And that the earthquake was the start of it all.

Except, in reality, the earthquake was created by the one alien who had no interest in invading Earth and enslaving humanity. All he wanted was to be reunited with his human, and he was going to make sure that happened.

—

Alex felt the vibrations deep in his bones. He jerked awake and coughed, before realising that everything around him was shaking. He shook Max’s leg, who didn’t move.

Come on, Evans, he thought to himself, shaking him harder.

Evans, I fucking swear, come on!

When Max opened his eyes weakly, he internally cheered. But then, the hole above them opened, and with it came all the sand in the desert.

—

Michael was on his knees panting. He had never felt a burst of energy that strong. It was like he could feel every vibration in the desert. Every atom interacting with each other, he felt it, in his bones. Like he had bumped his funny bone, but in his entire body.

“Michael?” Bonnie asked, kneeling next to him. “Are you okay?”

“No,” he breathed out. “But I know where Alex is.”

He couldn’t really explain it, but he could feel, when the earthquake had happened, the shape of all the obstacles in its way. And considering he knew Alex’s body better than he knew his, every curve, every piece of skin, he was pretty confident in saying that he knew where he was.

And he was pissed. If he was right, that meant that Alex was underground, alive but not for long.

He knew that there was someone next to him, someone big, who was also on the edge of death. He could feel both their hearts beating, but it was a slow rhythm, and it was decreasing rapidly.

He ran towards the last place he had felt Alex, Bonnie right behind him. He didn’t want to be late. He couldn’t be late.

And the ground shook again, but this time in a much slower zone, and in a single direction. A radar across the desert, looking for a particular target.

—

Despite the sand burying him again, Alex fell asleep. His eyes were heavy, his throat was dry, his stomach was rumbling, and it was harder and harder to breathe.

Just as his heart was beating dangerously slow, nearing the point where it would stop, another earthquake hit. Shaking both Alex and Max, and the sand around them, allowing them a little space to breathe.

And more importantly, giving Michael indication on their position and on their vital signs.

—

When Michael felt Alex’s heart nearly stop, his heart skipped a beat, and he ran faster. He arrived at a large hole in the desert, into which sand was rapidly falling. He used his powers to lift the two bodies he could feel there, and placed them on the hard sand.

He gasped when he saw that not only his boyfriend had been buried alive, but also his brother.

“Fuck,” he said, as he saw neither of their chests raising.

“We’re too late,” Bonnie said, falling to her knees, panting.

“No, we’re not.”

Michael had already done CPR on Max using his powers, he could do it again. He brought one hand to his chest, and the other facing Max and Alex. He focused on his heart beat, and sent out pulses of energy that followed the same rhythm, the same frequency.

And when he felt their hearts beat again, he cried.

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The rest of the day was a blur for everyone. Shortly after Max and Alex woke up, Liz and Kyle arrived running, Kyle on the phone to someone – Isobel – and Liz carrying a compass.

After Kyle and Liz arrived, Cam and Isobel along with Dallas and Maria came, bringing food and water to everyone.

Max tried to tell them something about Jones, but no one listened, making sure that he and Alex were alive first.

Michael didn’t really understand why they had food and water with them, or how they found them, but didn’t complain, and didn’t leave Alex’s side as he drank and ate.

Later, much later, once Alex had fully recovered, and the Dark Triad had been dealt with, and Jones had died for good, Michael and Liz looked deeper into the compass, and how the north had pointed to Michael during all the time he was using his powers.

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Alex opened his eyes slowly and smiled when he felt arms and legs wrapped around him. He turned around, so that he was face to face with Michael, who hadn’t once let go of Alex since he had found him.

Alex pressed his face against Michael’s chest, sighing as Michael’s hands rubbed his back.

“Hi,” he breathed out, looking up at Michael.

“Hey.”

Michael’s voice was heavy, and tears were in his eyes, some already dry on his cheeks. He let out a sob when Alex pressed a hand against his cheek.

“I’m okay,” Alex said softly, rubbing his thumb. “I’m alive. Thanks to you. And I am not leaving your side again.”

He wiggled his way up on Michael’s body, so he could press a kiss to his lips, a promise that they would never be parted again. As he leaned close to Michael, he felt the glass on his chest heat up, and move closer to Michael’s half.

The pieces want to be together.

“You know,” Michael said as they parted, looking down at their necklaces connecting between them. “When Tezca pretended to be you, I knew.”

“Well, no,” he frowned, disappointed in himself for having thought for one second that it was Alex.

“At first, I knew, because of the necklace. It became cold, like the pieces knew that it wasn’t you. But then, when I didn’t have the necklace anymore, I didn’t –”

“Hey,” Alex interrupted, speaking softly. “It’s okay. I think that while I had blue eyes, she had access to my mind, my memories of us. She knew how to act like me. Of course you were played, but it’s okay.”

The blue eyes had taken three days to fade, all during which Alex was still recovering, his body and his mind healing. And now, Michael was enjoying Alex’s natural soft brown eyes even more.

“What matters is that you found me, eventually.”

Michael hummed. “But I could have been too late.”

Alex pressed his lips to Michael’s again, “And I am thankful you weren’t. Same for Max.”

Michael hummed again, before kissing Alex, enjoying something he feared he would never have again. Alex.

In the end, Michael had been right. No matter how far apart they were from each other, they found their way back to each other.

And now that the pieces were back together, they would never have to walk alone again.

#yes i completely skipped over the dark triad and jones #but tbf whatever i wrote would probably be contradicted in 4x05 so #also you can see im a science nerd #i still kept the part with the compass #tho it originally was supposed to be way longer #but then it kinda derailed from the story #roswell new mexico #rnm #rnm fic #alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #max evans #rnm bonnie #rnm tezca #thesquidkid writes

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Bachelor in Paradise. Season 8. 7.4/10

I wouldn't recommend this season to my friends. I wouldn't rewatch this season.

Still attractive: Serene, Teddi, Sierra, Michael, and Brandon. My surprise when I saw them on the season: Michael A., Rodney, and anyone returning to the episode after leaving.

I'm dead at the fake cat Jill brought. I was not expecting Kira to say she could've been a pornstar. I cannot believe Michael A. is here. He also really is so ripped. Omg at Sierra not having a pinky and people not realizing. Omg at all of us listening to Wells's story about Clare Crawley being the other woman for Jared. Genevieve and Shanae starting a friendship is revolutionary.

I love the dance battle at the Sadie Hawkins dance.

It's so crazy polar this season. Sierra is so amazing of a person. Her breakup with Michael is heartbreaking. Why is she so understanding? What kind of man ever takes rejection in that way? Brandon and Serene are amazing together in the perfect way. Aaron says random funny things. I love how much everyone likes Michael A. Michael and Casey having a commentary on the people is like the muppets grandpas--Statler and Waldorf. Victoria Fuller is like the most stable to me here. Like no expectations, no problems. Brittany is a homie, and she can be my homie anyday. She confronts people for their shittiness. Why was Jacob eating the pineapple like that? Eliza's happy reaction to having both Rodney and Justin pursue her is gold. If it were anyone else, would I still think so positively about them? idk, but she was so cute and real and you go girl. Love Aaron and Genevieve talking through miscommunication and insecurities stemming from Justin. Love Victoria and Johnny talking about their fears within their relationship. All good communication. I though Genevieve was overreacting about being scared of a spider, but that mofo was huge. LMaoo at Victoria and Eliza reacting to Aaron and Genevieve fighting and making up. We love the support too, especially girls who support girls.

Romeo making bad decisions and crying so severely because of it is pathetic to me. I know people who don't realize their bad decision making while living the consequences, and while it does suck, you left behind hurt people on the way. Him leaving with Kira. He's such a loser to me. Like, find something authentic instead of being desperate. I don't like Kate. On a separate note, she talks in random sayings. I do hate how Shanae is being treated based on her past behavior, but I also do understand what it's like to feel some typa way about a bully. Same thing with peoples' treatment of Lace. I honestly feel like the men on the beach reacting to Lace coming back for Rodney is disrespectful. Peter is a horrible being. How can your view of yourself make you so delusional about the world? How can you so easily diss and stamp down others to keep yourself high? The Ashley peeing in the ocean thing is weird. Justin is not cute to me or great in personality or humor. He is not a hot commodity and is also a gaslighter. Same with Logan. I don't like how the men relate women's anger with natural disasters. It's so disrespectful. I feel like making the ladies leave and replacing them with new ladies..is just awarding men. We don't like that. People's reaction to Casey's fainting is kinda not great. They're just like aw that's horrible. Lace doesn't feel grown up to me. Kira taking Salley's vibrator is so weird to me. I also don't like how everyone opened her stuff. I would've preferred if Michael A. made more sense in his rejection of Sierra. I don't feel it was truly honest. Ency dealing with Andrew is so toxic. She's like someone who either has always gotten what they want in life (which I don't believe) or they're just soo not ready for a healthy relationship. Editors did do Ency wrong by making her so pathetic. I did not like how Brittany and Victoria seemed so over their breakup in the finale. Like, hearts were broken and ya'll are like I've moved on, and what's the problem? Love was on the line.

Memorable Quotes: "Hey, yo, I brought us tacos. What's going on?" "Ew, heartbreaks are the worst." "Paradise is built different." "I called the police. They're on their way actually cuz I've reported a murder of the vibe." "You never come in peace." "I'm going to need so much therapy after this, it's not even funny."

#bachelor in paradise #bip #television #show #series #review #commentary #rye-views #season 8 #7.4

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Loved Her First Chapter 14

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“And it was Michael. She needed his hands to measure some of the things for the bairns.” He completes his explanation for his sudden departure with his head down. Claire bursts into laughter. “Hey!”

“Come Jamie, it is funny. You so sure our daughter was going to elope without a backwards glance.”

“Well I don’t fully ken her.” That sobers her up.

“Oh Jamie,” she wraps her arms about her him. “I am sorry. You will get to, I swear it.”

“Before Ian takes her away?” She nods against his chest.

“Yes. Faith has a strong mind and will, but she’s practical also. She won’t run off and marry before really getting to know him or,” She meets his eyes, “making sure it is alright with her parents. Both of us.”

“Thank you Claire. I was a bit of a fool, eh?” She smiles up at him.

“Just a bit.” They laugh together.

“Oh, how did Jenny take the news. “

“Surprisingly well. She understands.” His shocked eyes meet hers, “She just don’t want to see her son hurt.”

“As if our Faith…”

“I told her,” she raises her voice a little to be hurt over her husband, “that I felt the same. I don’t believe they will hurt each other.”

“No,” he shakes his head at his overreaction again, “She was really alright with them courting?”

“She really was. Said it happens, rarely but happens. I believe she feels as I do, that as our children will be finding love, it is better to find it with someone we trust.”

“Aye, there is that.”

“Jamie, I want to show you something. Come up to our room.” His eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Sassanach, I believe I have seen everything you could show me, after last night and this morning.” She smacks at him.

“Just come.”

He holds the pictures, as she calls them, in shaky hands. They show him his daughters, as they grow up. Faith holding a just born Brianna. Them running around together, the younger chasing the older. First days of school. Christ mass, celebrated quite different in their time. Tears drip down his face.

“Claire.”

“I debated about bringing them but, you deserved to see them grow up, no matter the risk.” He swallows and bites his lip.

“No one here would dare accuse you of witchcraft.” He says. “Thank you. I never imagined seeing them so young. It is a gift.”

She smiles. Outside the window, unseen by either of them, Brianna smiles at Jeremiah under lowered lashes.

“I have never known a lass quite like you Brianna. There is something intriguing about you.” She smiles, a blush raising on her cheeks. In her original time, she hadn’t a boyfriend. Not for lack of interest, it was just no boy could hold her attention. Jeremiah now, he was different. When he looks at her, her heart pounds. It was just the way her romantic books described it.

“Nor have I meet a lad like you. You cause my heart to do flips in my chest.” She admits, to his amazement. No lass says such. Even the married lads he spoke to about such things say that the marriage bed was something their wives endure.

“Brianna, never has a lass spoke in such a way,” Oh crap! She has said to much. She must recall when she is. “I really like it. You have the boldness of a man but the sweet ways of a lady.” She lets her breath out in relief. “May I take your hand?”

She nods and offers it to him. Complete, that is how she feels when he enfolds it in his. Complete and safe. They just stand there, hidden from the windows, holding hands.

“Why you little hypocrite!” her sister ‘s voice startles her and she drops Jeremiah’s hand.

“Christ Alive Faith! You scared me.” Michael and Jeremiah share a look. Neither have heard a lass use that type of language.

“You are just blessed it was me and not da.” Michael pales and crosses himself. What his Uncle Jamie would think about such behavior doesn’t bare thinking about. “You, who fussed at me, holding hands with a lad where anyone could walk up on you.”

She tosses her head. “I like him Faith. He makes my heart beat funny.” Michael’s eyes get big.

“Michael, will you see to the wagon and horses please. Jeremiah please help him.”

The lads nod and start to walk off.

“Wait, you can’t tell him to go.” She glares at her sister, hands on her hips.

“Go on lads.” When they are out of earshot, she grabs her sister ‘s arm. “Brianna Ellen Fraser, you need to remember when you are and who’s daughter you are. You cannot be talking such in front of Michael.”

She has the grace to flush. “Sorry, really Faith. It is just that I have never felt this way before.”

Faith loses her stern, big sister, face. “It is wonderful isn’t it?”

“I have never ken’d lasses as bold as Uncle Jamie ‘s daughters.”

Jeremiah just smiles. “They are a wonder, aren’t they?”

“I don’t think they would act such had he had a hand in their raising.” Michael interjects. He is still young enough to see all in black and white. How his cousin talked was shocking.

“Maybe no.” Jeremiah is all smiles as he helps unload the wagon.

“We need to tell mama and da before Michael does.” Faith says. “It I’ll be better coming from you.” Brianna smiles. She is in love and the thought doesn’t disturb her. Her sister, however, is quite concerned. She and Ian are enough of a shock. What will they say about her baby sister and Jeremiah? “Come. We might as well get it over with.”

Jamie can’t meet his eldest eye. “I am sorry Faith. I pictured you running off with Ian and getting married. Your mama has set me straight. Forgive me?”

“Aye da, of course. We were wondering what that all was about. Poor Michael was quite confused.”

“Aye, I shall speak to him.” He starts to raise.

“Wait before you do that, Bree has something to tell you.” She presses her sister to the forefront.

“I am well,” now that her da’s stern but kind eyes are on her, her courage fades a bit. “Jeremiah and I fancy each other. We were holding hands when Faith and Michael returned.”

He looks at her, mouth slightly agape. Then he looks down at the pictures. The top one is Brianna at two, smiling up at him. Just a wean. Now she stands telling him of a lad she was holding hands with. It is impossible to reconcile the two.

“Jeremiah, he is the Mackenzie lad that is mate’s with Ian, right?”

“Yes mama. He makes my heart do funny things.” Claire smiles until she sees the steamy look on Jamie’s face.

“What now have you and he done to cause such?”

She shrinks against her sister. “Nothing but talk and hold hands. I swear da.”

“Jamie, she is a good girl. If she says that is all they have done, it is.”

He breaths out harshly through his nose. “Alright. It is just, I just got you back. I dinna wish to lose you so soon.”

Bree places her arms around him. “You never shall da. I will always be your baby girl. But may I please date Jeremiah?”

“Date?”

“Their way of says court.” Claire explains.

He sighs against her head. “I shall speak to both lads. Why couldn’t you be son’s.” he mumbles. Claire just smiles.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #i loved her first #chapter 14 Courting and Other Horrors #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom

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First Responders and Mental Health: Father’s Day

Hey, it’s your humble former first responder here. Back with another blog.

Father’s Day. It’s a time to honor our fathers. But first I want to mention a recent loss.

This year will be bittersweet for a firefighter’s family who just lost their dad/husband/son on the 26th of May. He died doing what he loved. His family, friends, community, and FD family will surely miss him. His name was James Michael Muller. He was only 25 years old. He was a 7 year veteran firefighter with the Irmo Fire Department. He died when his department was assisting the Columbia/Richland County Fire Department with an apartment fire. His funeral was May 31st 2023. My heart goes out to his family, blood and fire. If you know anyone that is having a hard time dealing with this or any other loss, please help them reach out for help. Its only a phone call away. I could do a whole blog on loss of First Responders, but I’ll leave that for another day. RIP James Michael Muller.

So, to bring it around. Sometimes, as a father, you tend to have unknown (to you) certain anxieties. For instance, a FF may run his family through fire drills at home. It is a great thing to do. But to scare the crap out of your already anxious child into thinking her home is about to burn to the ground, as she is running out the door while you stand there with a match at the smoke detector. Yeah, probably not a good idea. I understand the concept now. But then, not so much.

Or as a LEO, come home from shift and try to get your kids to obey you. In your cop voice. Seriously. That may work at first but in the long run, not good for your kiddos. They are not suspects or criminals. I know that it’s hard to separate it when you get agitated or mad at them. Shoot, I still use my Paramedic voice. It’s second nature to you.

As I write this blog, I chuckle at these fellas. Folks that work in the public safety or first responders fields, tend to be very vigilant. We want to know the best way to handle a situation. It’s a great habit to have but we have to learn when to turn it off. Whether it’s to leave work in that patrol car when you sign off, or climbing in your POV when you leave shift. You’ve got to turn it off. You could be influencing your children into some of their anxieties if you go too far. Like Hypervigilance. It’s okay to be vigilant or even extra vigilant but be careful, it could border obsession or paranoia.

According to verywellmind.com, hypervigilance is someone who are constantly on guard and prone to overreact. They maintain an intense and sometimes obsessive awareness of their surroundings, frequently scanning for threats or routes of escape. They also say that it often occurs in response to some threat that triggers feelings of anxiety or a past trauma related memory.

One of the main causes could be from PTSD and anxiety disorders. It could also be a medical condition. You won’t know until you get checked out. According to the website, there are many triggers. You may not even realize that you have any of these disorders. That’s why it is very important to get a routine checkup. Mental and physical.

There are many different treatments for PTSD and anxiety disorders out there. Given by trained therapist. Exposure therapy and CBT are just 2 of the many ways to help. Here at Choices Counseling, we do these therapies.

So, if you or a loved one seems to be hypervigilant or paranoid-ish, get them some help.

They may even have to medicate but do so through a doctor. There is NOTHING wrong with getting help. NOTHING WRONG WITH GETTING HELP. Once more to the people in the back, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH GETTING HELP!!! BREAK THE STIGMA PEOPLE!!!!!!!

Happy Father’s Day to all you silly fellas and quit traumatizing your kids! I’m joking. Seriously though, I hope ya’ll have a great day. Please get a mental health checkup. Love on your babies and relax!! You deserve it!!!

*PS, go read that article on verywellmind.com on Hypervigilance. It’s a good article. *

SAMHSA hotline 1-800-662-4357

By Marie B, former first responder

#mental health #first responders #ptsd mention #hypervigilance #life

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🖤┊ ❝ @hartbreakxd ❞┊ [ continued from HERE ] 🖤

The younger woman didn't stir until Shawn yelled which woke her up, Nattie jumping damn near out of her skeleton and senses on high because she thought like a fire broke out or something. "What? What happened? What's going on?" It didn't take long to pick up on his body language and behavior: urgent, rushing, panic. Yes, Nattie was starting to recollect what took place hours prior between her and Shawn, only thing was she wasn't freaking out and trying to leave the hotel room.

"Shawn..." She sat up against the headboard, a call of his name to get his attention but no use. "Shawn?" Again a lack of any response during his escapist rambling was starting to tick Nattie off. Olive hues watched as he paced back and forth until all of a sudden she had enough, slamming her hands down with force and raising her voice. If he wanted to cause a scene then so can she---she was a Hart after all. "Could you stop talking for once and just listen to me?!" Screaming at the top of her lungs first thing in the morning was not what she had in mind. The blonde knew of the high risk she got herself into last night with Shawn and the shitstorm that would ensue if Bret, her father or anybody caught wind of this. The difference between her and Shawn was, she didn't give a damn. As a grown woman, she could take accountability for her actions and to be honest, she didn't regret much of anything.

"What happened to the high-and-mighty Shawn Michaels who wasn't afraid of anything or anybody? What happened to the Shawn Michaels who stood any opponent or adversity in the eye no matter how bigger it was than him? Are you really that scared of my uncle?!" Nattie scoffed, adjusting the bed sheets over her nude chest. "If you must know, my uncle and my dad are on the floor below us due to the hotel fucking up the reservations at the last minute, we found out as soon as we got here. Why do you think it was soooo easy to come to your room? Why do you think I'm not overreacting like you are right now? People told me you were a huge diva but this is ridiculous. You know what? Just go." Grabbing a pillow, Nattie hurled it angrily at Shawn, hoping it hit him rather than miss. Despite the dangerous circumstances maybe she was being too naïve. It was the fanatic side of her. What woman hadn't dreaming of sleeping with Shawn? "Go! Since you wanna leave so damn badly! Even if I wasn't Bret's niece you probably still would treat me like this. You don't wanna speak of this again? Well fine!"

#hartbreakxd #( 🖤 ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ʜᴀs sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ / answered )#( 🖤 sᴇᴛᴛʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀ ᴋᴇᴛᴛʟᴇ / queued )

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✨Hi✨Can you write a headcanon for slashers' toxic treats in a relationship? (It may their insecurities, being too jealous/overprotective ect..) thank you so much and i love your blog 💖🦄

You mean other than the murder and sadism???? Sure! 😂 (Not all of these are ‘toxic traits’, some are just problems that you might have in the relationship. Not including the whole murder thing...)

The Slashers and their toxic traits:

Thomas Hewitt

His insecurities. He beats himself up so much about everything and it occasionally gets in the way of your relationship. For the most part you are able to reassure him and he comes around, missing being with you. However, he can start to hide down on the basement and start avoiding you, causing a divide between you both. He’ll comes around or you will march down there and confront him, lovingly, and he’ll feel better for a while. It’s a slow process building Tommy’s self worth but you’re a huge help!

His family? I mean...we all know Hoyt isn’t exactly friendly. Once you’re a part of the family, he expects you to have some sort of part in their chores. He also has a habit of teasing you and Thomas, and not in a very playful way, normally worsening Thomas’ insecurities. Luda May isn’t completely innocent either, though. She does love you but is pretty tough in the early stages of your relationship, like she doesn’t trust you. Once you’re officially a member of the family, she eases up on you though.

Michael Myers

Can be very cold. This shouldn’t be surprising. He’s a very stoic, cold man who is mostly unaffectionate. It takes so long to start building physical affection with him that most people would just give up before they get there. Of course, it’s worth it for when he finally starts to open up to it, but it can be draining on you.

Likes to get his way. He’s stubborn and independent. The thought of having somebody rely on him or to rely on somebody else makes him very uncomfortable, he isn’t used to it at all. And yet, here you both are. So, he doesn’t ask before doing most things, he just kind of...does. He doesn’t understand why you explain that you would like for him to mention it in the future. An example of this is just leaving the house without telling you, leaving you looking for him before realising he left for the night. He’ll gradually come around to improving on it, starting small, but that means a whole lot coming from Michael.

Jason Voorhees

His insecurities. Jason doesn’t pull away from you because of it but the more understanding and patient you are, the better it will be. It takes a long time for him to remove the mask and, naturally, that can cause some tension. He’s too worried about scaring you away while you’re worrying that he doesn’t trust you as much as he claims too. This is something that can be dealt with eventually. Once he’s removed the mask and you make him feel loved, this issue slowly fades away.

Isolation? It’s not really his fault. He lives out in a cabin in the middle of the woods near an old run down summer camp and now you live with him. He’s not purposely keeping you away from other people but it’s something that can’t be helped. Of course he’s not going to stop you from taking trips to visit family or friends even if he would miss you, it’s just now always very easy to do so.

Brahms Heelshire

Selfish. Brahms has a major case of only child syndrome. He can’t accept ‘no’ as an answer, he demands everything he wants, he only really things about himself, mostly because that’s what he’s used too. Thank his parents. Deep down, he really is a sweetheart but you have to chisel away all that nastiness. It’s hard work and you play more of a caretaker role before a romantic partner.

Get’s extremely jealous. He hates the grocery boy’s guts with a vengeance, all because he flirted with you that one time. But he gets jealous over stupid things as well, just when he decides that you aren’t giving him enough attention, which he wants a lot of.

Uses guilt trips. This one you need to stop as soon as possible. It’s how he got his way with his parents, and now he will try to use it against you. As you try to reign in his selfishness, you have to for the same for his guilt trips.

Bo Sinclair

Can’t take responsibility. It takes so much to get him to sincerely apologise. He really needs to see that he’s done something wrong and has really upset you in order to actually apologise. Otherwise he’ll just brush it off and move on, refusing to admit that he did anything wrong.

Manipulative. It’s almost like being manipulative is Bo’s second nature. He does it all the time with people who come into the town but he doesn’t really mean to do it to you. But when he wants something or he’s irritated, he just slips up and it happens. Big fan of saying things like “you’re overreacting”.

Vincent Sinclair

His insecurities. Vincent can become very withdrawn from you due to his own insecurities. It can really get in the way of your relationship. Of course you’re understanding and compassionate but it does start to wear you down, making you a little irritated. You never let on to those feelings though, always trying to comfort him. Vincent will come around eventually after some reassurance but it can be a tough time.

His relationship with Bo. This is probably a bigger problem than his insecurities. Bo has a lot of power over Vincent and you don’t like it at all, even if you have developed a fondness for the other twin as well. Most of the times it isn’t a problem but when Bo is in a bad mood, he mostly takes it out on Vincent. It can feel like Vincent puts Bo above you, even when Bo is being awful. You understand it, you really do. Bo is the toxic one, not Vincent. But that doesn’t always make things easier.

Lester Sinclair

His relationship with his brothers. Lester isn’t a very toxic person but any relationship with somebody who has a life like his could become a little toxic. You are incredibly important to him but...so are his brothers. It’s highly unlikely that he would leave Ambrose to live a more honest life, or at least try to. He’s more likely to do so than either of the twins but it’s still very unlikely to happen. Sometimes it can make you question his priorities, but he really really does love you more than anything.

Bubba Sawyer

His family. His family is extremely toxic, this shouldn’t be much of a shock. Bubba is probably the least toxic out of all of them, this man just wants to love somebody and be loved in return. By family, I mostly mean Drayton.

Isolation. Like with Jason, this isn’t really his fault but it’s something to consider. If you have family or friends, you likely won’t be able to see them much at all. You could still call and message but you live with the Sawyers now that Drayton doesn’t like the idea of you coming and going. This probably links back to the toxic family dynamics.

Billy Lenz

Jealous/possessive. He’s pretty much a shut in, he doesn’t like leaving the house even though he probably could. He doesn’t have a problem with you having friends but gets a little pouty if you go out with them for a long time, and when you get back home, he is extra clingy. He won’t stop you but you’re well aware that he would rather you just stay with him. He probably feels more lonely than anything.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Manipulative. Asa knows what he wants and when he wants something, he will get it. He does genuinely try to not purposely manipulate you since he cares about you. However, manipulation usually comes so easily to him that he might not even realise he’s doing it.

His need for control. Asa likes being in control and he loves when you’re submissive to him. This means that he can find it a little difficult to give up some control in the relationship or around the house. It can be infuriating but can be adjusted slowly but it’s not going to be easy.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Overprotective/possessive. As soon as another man is talking to you, he will be right by your side, his intimidating figure usually being enough to scare them off. If he had it his way, he’d have you with him at all time, only for him to touch or even look at. However, he won’t resort to that unless it’s something you want...still, it’s obvious and it can become overbearing if nothing else.

Depending on your feelings towards his ‘job’, he can be gone for long periods of times. Unless you are completely okay with what he does and go on the ‘business’ trips with him, you are going to be left home alone for long periods of time. Of course, you might be completely okay with that and if that’s the case, there’s no problem. If you need him around some more...well, you might start to feel a little lonely. He always makes it up to you when he gets home though!

Otis Driftwood

Very focused on himself. He’s just used to only thinking about himself, ever since he was a kid. Of course he does genuinely care about the family and about you (and he doesn’t express that to you better than he does the family) but he’s nowhere near perfect with it. He also has a tendency of pulling away from you when this gets bad. When he realises that it’s bothered you, he doesn’t really apologise either, but he’ll still offer you some comfort.

Anger issues. This man has a temper. He would never turn you but oh boy is it hard work. Most of the time it’s just ranting and shouting about whatever pissed him off. While it doesn’t turn physical or is ever directed at you, it can be a little draining.

Baby Firefly

Doesn’t take much seriously. Baby tends to treat everything like a joke or just doesn’t realise how serious the situation is to you. It’s not an constant thing, if you’re upset, she’ll notice and take it seriously as she comforts you. But she still sometimes brushes off your concerns (as well as everyone else’s) because she’s practically bouncing with energy.

Yautja (Predator)

He. Is. An. Alien. I wouldn’t really call this a toxic trait but it definitely causes some complications. The traditions of his race can be...startling. You find far too many skulls in your home when you start courting. You are also likely the thing to introduce him to monogamy, but he adapts to that very fast because you’re so precious to him.

Pretty possessive. He isn’t the jealous type, just very possessive. You are his mate, his little human, and he wants everyone (especially other Yautjas) to know that. At times it might become a little suffocating.

(Look...I’m bias here okay!)

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multifandomwritings · 3 years

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How the slashers would react to their S/O being sweet and affectionate

(Giving them lots of compliments, being soft with them, etc.)

Includes Thomas, Brahms, Michael, Jason, Bubba, Chop Top, Nubbins, Beetlejuice, Candyman, Bo, Vincent, Lester, Graverobber, Luigi, Pavi & Billy Lenz. I know technically not all of them are slashers but I wanted to put all the horror characters together :)

This came out of nowhere and took so long to write lol :^) I hope you like it! If I’m missing anyone let me know! (This is both bad and lengthy, so I am sorry :’) Also obviously they’re soft here so) I’ve read through this to check for mistakes but if I missed anything I’m sorry, feel free to point it out!

Thomas:

- Thomas would thoroughly melt. He's starved for affection and kindness, and probably wouldn't even know how to handle it at first, only staring at you with reddened cheeks and ears

- He's a sucker for compliments, especially — he's been spoken to/about poorly most of his life, so it's foreign to him. Your seemingly endless drawls of honey-coated words soften him up beyond repair, building his confidence up more than you would even be aware of (imagine his widened eyes and fumbling hands as you spoke 🥺)

- It would take some time, but you'd make him like things about himself. You compliment his eyes? He would slowly begin to too, since you did. You played with his hair, rambling on about how pretty it was? Fluttering eyelids, profuse blushing, can’t handle it. He likes it too from then on, and hopes you play with it more.

- Of course, Thomas would adore that you were physically affectionate. He'd be more than willing anytime you wanted hugs or kisses, his tummy always filling with butterflies at your touches. Besides kisses, he'd especially adore casual intimacy - touching his arms in passing, or playing with his hands and fingers absent-mindedly as you sat with him. It would make him feel so loved and happy. (Also: snuggling up to him/nuzzling into his neck. He would melt, amazed that you were so trusting and comfortable with him)

- Your sweetness would be so endearing to him, almost feeling undeserving of it. He'd question why you were so tender with him, often needing reassurance. He'd be quite protective of you anyways, but your sweet personality would only further this.

Brahms:

- This would be perfect for Brahms. He's very affectionate himself, so he'd be happy to receive any affection that came his way

- Seriously. If you began being casually affectionate with him, spoiling him with kisses, hugs, and little touches in passing, he'd do the same, probably taking advantage of it a little (only because he's quite touch starved)

- Compliments, however, would be received a little different. Not badly, only with more reservation. He's unused to them, and would often flush up at your sweet words, stammering clumsily to thank you as he tried not to blush too hard

- Your sweet, caring and affectionate personality would melt his heart, so thankful that you came along. Your sweet words and affectionate nature would be so mending to a severely neglected part of him

- Often times, you'd have a hard time getting him to let you go when you hugged or cuddled up to him. He'd cling to you tightly, nuzzling up to you and savoring every moment of it

Michael:

- You would have to be patient with Michael when it came to any kind of affection. He wouldn't mind, but he'd be a little wary of it, especially at first

- Gentle, caring and purposeful touches would soften him up a bit. Things like you caring for any wounds he happened to get while ~out and about~, and looking after him in ways he wasn't used to

- Compliments and doting would be met with surprise, though you wouldn't be able to tell. If you look closely enough, you'll see his eyes are widened behind his mask when you speak lovingly of him

- Your sweet personality would intrigue him, especially seeing as he was the object of your affections. His own affection would be shown by being protective and gentle with you, willingly accepting your affection, albeit with some amount of awkwardness

- He would have a hard time not letting his guard down and completely melting into your touches and at your affection. Slowly but surely, he’d loosen up. One day you’d absent-mindedly lift your hand to his arm or cheek once he was warmed up to you, and he’d surprise you by leaning into it just slightly, scanning your reaction nervously. Don’t push your luck and overreact though, he’ll get awkward and temporarily disappear. An encouraging smile will do!

Jason:

- Jason would *adore* this. So much. You would always make him feel so warm and loved, any insecurities he had would slowly melt away

- He would feel grateful that he wore a mask sometimes, embarrassed at how flushed you could make him without even having to try

- Has some reservations about physical affection at first, but your patience and sweetness would rapidly chip away at them. In fact, he'd regret keeping you at arms length at first, as he'd worry you weren't being as affectionate as you wanted to be because of it (you actually were, he just wants more)

- You can always tell he's beaming beneath the mask when you compliment him, savoring your words and making sure he won't forget them. Although he might not always agree with the sweet things you said about him, they made him feel special and loved

- His biggest weakness would be his neck. You would occasionally kiss the side of his neck near his jaw in lieu of his face when he wore his mask, and each time you could watch as his ears turned crimson, eyes widened slightly, always prompting a giggle from you

Bubba:

- Bubba is quite affectionate too, so you'd be a cute match

- He might have reservations about being too affectionate in the beginning, as he wouldn't want to scare you away. However, when you proved yourself to be just the same as him, the dam would break and he'd rarely not be spoiling you with affection

- Your compliments and sweet words would always leave him a blushing mess, genuinely confounded at how you could make him feel so warm and fluttery inside

- Bubba is definitely the cuddliest so prepare yourself for endless snuggles, happy to return your affection like that. If you were to walk up and give him a random hug, he'd melt, dragging you off somewhere to sit with you for hours, you snuggled up in his arms

- He cannot cope with the casual little kisses you give him, especially if you pepper them across his face. He would never get used to them despite loving them, turning the sweetest shade of pink each time and rambling on in a sort of awkward panic

Chop Top:

- Chop Top would lovingly tease you about how affectionate you were with him, finding it completely adorable. He would end up shutting up about it as he wouldn’t want to discourage you, though

- Compliments and sweet words would be met with a big, silly smile or chuckle, followed by him asking you if you really meant it. He’d find you so sweet, and would return your affectionate words in his own weird, Chop Top-esque way

- Nothing has an effect on him quite like random, unexpected touches. He’ll be going on in his typical loud, extra way when you’d stand next to him and slip your hand into his, your other hand clinging to his arm as you pressed up to him slightly. His voice would falter as he glanced at you with a nervous chuckle, rambling nervously and trying to remain ~composed~

- Your sweetness would be somewhat puzzling to him, particularly because it was directed toward him. He wouldn’t be used to people being so gentle and polite with him, so he wouldn’t even know what to do with it at first

- Ends up being more affectionate than you. He loves having you in his arms and smothering you with chaotic, needy kisses. He’d have loads of weird, super-specific nicknames he’d call you, and would love if you had some for him, too.

Nubbins:

- So soft for you! Seriously. He'd treat you like you were made of glass, uncharacteristically protective of you

- Anytime you touched him he'd break into the sweetest smile, melting into your hands. *Loves* when you play with his hair, nuzzling up against your hand

- Anytime you complimented him, called him loving nicknames, or anything like that he'd flush up and wouldn't be able to stop smiling

- He's so used to being mistreated that your sweet and gentle personality would make his heart race. He'd cling to you any chance he got, finding comfort in you

- He’d be just affectionate back, but in a sort of clumsy, awkward way. It would be new to him, and he’d want to be all gentle and sweet with you, but instead he’d be a bit rough and unpracticed. He’d play with your hair a bit roughly, hug you a little too tightly, and would kiss you with too much fervor for it to be as sweet as the intention behind it

Beetlejuice:

- Beetlejuice wouldn't really know how to take this/deal with it. He can be quite vulgar and straightforward, so it would be an adjustment. Not an unwelcome one, just different

- He'd find himself getting embarrassed by his own lewd comments and gestures, finding you far too sweet for that, and wanting to treat you as such

- When you complimented him, his first instinct would be to be cocky and teasing about it. As he realized how genuine you were, he'd get surprisingly embarrassed, genuinely appreciating your words and not forgetting them

- Finds himself adoring your soft, sweet touches, leaning into them and hoping they'd last longer than they did. Of course, you were always happy to cater to him, stopping whatever you were doing to shower him with soft attention that you knew he needed more than he was aware

- His personality would completely soften around you, looking at you as though you were the most precious thing in the world. The second someone else was around though? Back to his usual shenanigans.

Candyman:

- Daniel would pretty much be the same as you, always spoiling you with the sweetest, loveliest words that would leave your heart fluttering and cheeks flushed

- He'd find your sweet personality endearing, being particularly gentle and soft with you. Any kind of affection you wanted, you would get

- Adores your touches, and returns them without hesitation. He's a romantic, so he'd love your kisses in particular, smiling anytime you would randomly kiss him, and often wrapping you up to steal more than a simple peck

- He would be so sweet and romantic constantly, cherishing every little bit of affection you gave him. He’d always be amazed at how gentle you were and how you made him feel

- He would (not so) secretly love being doted over by you. Would melt at how adoringly you looked at him, and would be happy to just sit with you as you snuggled up to him, making him feel all soft and special

Bo:

- This is so foreign to Bo. Literally, he'd look at you like you were absolutely nuts, having no idea how to react to half the things you said

- Your soft, doting words flustered him far more than he would have liked to admit, even to himself. Every compliment would wrap itself around his thoughts and tug at his heartstrings

- Did you really mean the things you said about him? You were so soft and genuine, he was always amazed at how you could feel so sweetly toward him. He'd feel so privileged, in a way, to be the object of your affections

- Your physical affection would *always* be welcome. He would definitely return it, though not without some amount of flirting and teasing. Calls you every cute moniker in the book, sweetheart being his favorite for you. (He’d never admit it but if you call him things like that too, he’d melt)

- Of course, he'd adore whatever affection you gave him, but it would be the sweet, unfamiliar things that would really get him. If you held his hand in yours as you walked, kissed his cheeks, played with his hair or even did something as silly as booping his nose, he'd scoff, half rolling his eyes and pretending to find it silly. The pink spreading across his cheeks and nose would not be lost on you, though, nor the soft smile that would slowly emerge

Vincent:

- Vincent would be a little bit nervous about affection at first. He'd definitely want it, but it would just be new to him. He'd have to warm up to you first

- Verbal affection would be best in the beginning, sweet words easing him up to you (and making it much harder to keep you at arms length). If he allowed you to see him without his mask, he'd rarely not be blushing (to be honest, you would be able to sense that he was anyways, even when he did wear it)

- Little things like touching his shoulders or arms in passing would make him so soft. When he's comfortable with it, you'd begin holding his hands and hugging him, which would almost always result in him nuzzling up to you and rapidly getting clingy

- His favorite thing would be cuddling up with you for hours, feeling safe and warm tangled up with you. He’d also love when you played with his hair, and kissed the scarred side of his face, quickly getting overwhelmed with emotion

- He would be as caring and sweet toward you as you would be with him. Your loving personality would be deeply appreciated by him, and he’d make sure that you knew it

Lester:

- Lester would be the softest ever for you, your sweet personality being what drew him to you. He'd be used to people being mean and rude, so when you weren't, he'd already be putty in your hands

- Every word that came out of your mouth would prompt a big, expectant smile, no matter what it was about. However, anytime you indulged him with compliments and kindness, he'd hardly be able to maintain eye contact, too embarrassed and flattered to even properly hear you

- Being with you would perpetually keep him in a good mood. No amount of meanness from anyone would matter anymore — if you liked him, that's all that would matter!

- He spoils you just as much with affection and compliments as you do him, thinking you were the sweetest person on earth, and wanting you to know it

- Loves all kinds of physical affection you give him, but he really just likes to have you close. Hand holding, arms wrapped around each other, and so on would make feel safe and warm

Graverobber:

- Graverobber would be pleasantly surprised with how soft you were with him, finding himself almost amused by it. Not in a bad way, but as with almost everyone else he just wouldn’t expect it

- Any random affection, verbal or physical, would be met with a cocked eyebrow and a small smirk — only because he loves watching the blush creep over your cheeks in embarrassment

- He’d love it though, and would be quick to reassure you despite his initial teasing. He’d find you so endearing and would appreciate you a lot, though he’d be more apt to express it with actions rather than words

- Alternatively to teasing when you were being particularly sweet, he’d pull you up next to him and wrap his arm around you. If you were alone, he’d be a bit touchier, peppering your face with kisses and grinning in satisfaction as he made you laugh and blush

- He would find you so cute, often unable to keep a smile off his face when you were around

Luigi:

- You would certainly be a stark contrast to Luigi. This pairing would be a mystery to his family and pretty much everyone else, though he wouldn’t understand why

- Your sweet, affectionate personality would cut through his angry, brazen one a little, at least when he was around you. Despite his temper, he'd have a hard time actually getting angry when you were around, even toward other people (this results in everyone else hoping you would stay attached at the hip, so to speak. Please)

- He'd adore your affection, needing soft and sweet attention more than he knew. He'd love to be wrapped up in your arms, or have you wrapped up in his — it really wouldn’t matter, he’d be happy either way. (Also likes PDA, as he's a show-off)

- Your praises and compliments would always light up his face with an endearing smile. He'd go out of his way to impress you and live up to your words. He could also be quite smug, too, agreeing with your compliments half-seriously and half in an attempt to make you laugh

- You would (unintentionally) have him wrapped around your finger, without him even realizing it.

Pavi:

- Pavi would be fascinated by this, so used to less innocent forms of affection. He definitely wouldn't be used to sincere, loving words directed toward him, especially paired with innocent touches without ulterior motive

- He's used to people flocking around him to simulate whatever he wanted, often times because of who he was, rather than out of genuine interest. If you gave him attention freely, because you wanted to, it would unlock a completely different side of him

- He would be enamored with you, quickly losing interest in everyone else as he fixated on you. Your praises, kindness and attention would always leave him a smiling mess

- Needless to say, Pavi is very physically affectionate, so he'd adore that you were, too. You wouldn't have many opportunities to initiate it, though, as he'd be quite clingy and touchy without prompting

- Pavi returns affection and compliments, of course. He praises you and talks sweetly (at least, you think it’s sweet?) in his typical eccentric way, bragging about you and how much you loved ~the Pavi~ to his siblings (and probably anyone who listens)

Billy Lenz:

- Billy can say the lewdest things, yet somehow still manages to get flustered when you give him any type of affection

- That doesn't mean he doesn't like it though. Quite contrarily, he'd (discreetly, or so he thought) give you every opportunity to give him affection, not wanting to seem obvious or have to ask

- He could literally curl up in your lap like a cat and just fall asleep, clinging to you and melting into your touches

- Your compliments would often be received with a clumsy attempt at self-assuredness, too embarrassed by your sweet words to keep up the ruse. That wouldn't stop him from attempting it, though

- He adores your sweet personality, and would be far softer than you might think with you. Keeps lewd, awkward comments to a minimum and replaces them instead with sweeter, gentler words (well, to the extent that he is capable of, anyways)

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MC is Half-Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Part 2!

Part 1 Lessons 1-5 Lessons 5-6 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

Okay, They’re Your Cousins but You’re Not Sure How They’re Related to You...

(Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke)

(It’s mostly Luke)

Barbs likes smol Lucifer. Smol Lucifer likes Barbs. They bake together with Luke. MC nearly set the kitchen on fire. MC needed to learn to cook.

MC is forever delegated to mixing duty because they refuse to admit that they don’t know how to work the oven.

Simeon is the one telling MC embarrassing stories about Lucifer and the rest of the Student Council from when they were all angels. Lucifer never hated Simeon more than when he found out that Simeon told MC about how hard Lucifer cried when he got to hold baby Mammon for the first time. MC was sworn to secrecy.

Well... sworn to secrecy, but if Uncle Mammon just happened to find out through a series of coincidences it wouldn’t be MC’s fault, right?

Simeon also tried to help teach MC to fly... but he kept distracting them with stories about Lucifer and Michael learning to fly.

“So my father was even WORSE than he told me he was?!”

“Yes, he actually challenged Michael and Raphael to a race at one point. Lucifer ended up slamming directly into a wall because he didn’t know how to stop.”

“SIMEON!”

Solomon was absolutely fascinated with MC. How did their half demon half human nature affect their reaction to certain spells and potions? Do half demons have more or less magical strength than normal demons? Can half demons make pacts with humans? Wait- Lucifer why are you taking MC away they were talking- Lucifer!

Immortal troll needs to troll. MC is the unwitting victim of many of Solomon’s shenanigans.

“Why must I speak in rhymes?! This is the end of times!”

“MC, just stop talking.”

“Father, I don’t mean to be a bother but-”

“So the rhyming spell works the same on half demons... interesting...”

“Solomon...”

“I’m leaving, Lucifer. I’m leaving!”

Aw! Two kids in the Devildom! They were fast friends. Sure, Luke was a little annoying and MC was a bit of a dick, but their mutual smallness and desire to impress their parental figures brought them together.

“Michael’s just so cool and amazing! The way he flies, the way he commands everyone... I want to be just like him someday!”

“Is that why you’re making a cake?”

“Michael has a sweet tooth, and I want to impress him.”

“I wonder if Lucifer likes sweets...”

“Why would you want to give HIM sweets?”

MC just gave Luke a toothy grin and started making the dough for the cake.

Remember back in Lucifer’s section where I said MC would keep their lineage a secret to freak people out? Yeah... they kept it from Luke. At first it was a joke! They were going to tell him! They just uh... it got really awkward. They planned on revealing it to Luke right after they learned how to properly fly so they could swoop in, pick their angel buddy up and zip the two of them to school. It’d freak Luke out at first, but it was meant to be funny! MC would have even sung the song from Aladdin! It um... didn’t turn out that way.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” MC growled at the lesser demons that were crowding Luke.

“O-oh... uh... nuh-nothing...” a few of the demons backed off, mumbling a few harried apologies to MC as they scurried away. The remaining demons seemed a tad more... hmm... they say there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity.

“M-MC! You can’t fight demons! I’m an angel I-I c-can...” Luke sniffled, but tried his best to step in front of MC.

“Oh please, the little half-breed and the lowest ranked angel are going to put up a fight?” One of the demons jeered, a few of the remaining demons joined in.

MC’s eyes narrowed, their glare as cold as the worst winter storm. “I’m going to tell you once, and once only,”

Their wings sprouted from their back, horns now fully grown and on display, teeth sharper and glistening in the light. Hm, it seemed half demons could make their eyes glow too, how delightful.

MC gave the other demons a sweet smile, it would have been comforting if it weren’t for the amount of teeth they were showing off. They lazily placed their hand on Luke’s head and lightly moved him out of the way.

“Leave, or I will make you regret ever crossing us exchange students.” MC’s carefree smile couldn’t mask the malice that coated every single word that left their lips. “Run along now, you’re not needed here.”

The demon that had started the taunts stiffened, he looked from MC, to Luke, to the other demons, before scoffing and shaking his head. “Whatever, the two of them aren’t worth it anyway...”

When the offending demons weren’t leaving fast enough for MC’s liking, they snapped their fingers and shot a fireball right behind the fleeing demons’ feet. They cleared out pretty quickly after that.

“Luke?” MC turned to look at their friend. “Are you...”

Luke was backing away. That look in his eyes, he was... scared. Scared of MC...

“Y-you’re a d-demon?” He whimpered, taking another step back.

“Half demon, actually.” MC let their demonic elements disappear. “I meant to tell you, I really did! It just was never the right time-”

“You lied to me! You said you were human! But you’re a demon like the rest of them!” Luke shouted, he wiped at his eye with his sleeve and sniffled. “I tried to help you, but you just..! I thought you were my friend!”

“Luke- hang on!” MC took a few steps forward, but Luke was already running away. MC felt something twist in their gut, something awful. That ball of innate pride twisted and practically screamed, filling MC’s head.

“He’s not worth it!”

“You’re above him anyway...”

“If he can’t understand how perfect you are, he doesn’t deserve your kindness.”

“Don’t grovel for his forgiveness. He’s beneath you.”

“Your help was rejected. Let him hate you. You’re the child of one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, who is he to make you upset?”

The thoughts filled MC’s head as they desperately tried to shut them up. They were their father’s child, their pride wouldn’t be easily combated.

“Just be quiet!” MC clawed at their head.

“You’re better than this. You’re better than this. You’re better than this-”

“Luke!” MC called out again. “I’m sorry!”

It truly was a shame that their friend didn’t understand how much an apology from MC really meant.

They guessed Luke was right, wasn’t he? Demons were nasty awful liars. MC was no different...

That hurt.

Lucifer noticed his kid was moping around, not even Detective Toe Beans could cheer them up. Mammon even came home covered in mud from a failed money-making scheme and it didn’t even make MC crack a smile! He needed to get to the bottom of this.

Upon hearing the reason for his child’s woes, he was fully ready to break down the door of Purgatory Hall and throttle the little chihuahua, but Lucifer came to his senses and realized that MC probably didn’t want that.

He teamed up with Simeon and Solomon the things he did for MC... And managed to get both Luke and MC to the Demon Lord’s Castle to hang out with Barbatos.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that Luke missed his friend too. Sure they called him a chihuahua sometimes, but they were still the bestest friend he had made during his time in the exchange program... maybe ever...

Maybe... just maybe... he overreacted. MC did protect him after all, and they never tried to hurt him...

Barbatos was fully ready to fulfill his role as Luke’s second dad and help his angel-son make up with his friend.

It may have been awkward at first, but the two had to join forces to stop Solomon from getting within a hundred metres of the kitchen. Nothing brings two people back together more than fear for your tastebuds.

Mission success. Lucifer could relax knowing that his kid and the chihuahua were back to being friends. Maybe MC could convince Luke to quiet his infernal yapping... Lucifer was trying to work here!

For some extra fluff, after many days of asking and asking, Lucifer and Simeon agree to take Luke and MC up to the human world for Halloween. They got to go trick or treating, and everyone complimented MC and Luke on their ‘costumes’.

*insert sitcom laugh track here*

Sure, it may have been a little immoral for MC to use their powers to manipulate the humans into giving Luke and MC more candy but... candy...

Oh shit would you look at the time- they had to get back to the Devildom for Diavolo’s birthday party- MC STOP WITH THE CHOCOLATE! THE SIGN SAYS TAKE ONE! DON’T BE LIKE MAMMON.

The exchange year had been a success. Well... sort of. MC wasn’t exactly the average Joe human the Student Council expected, which is why after a lengthy break where MC went back to the human world to visit their other parent and human friends, the seven rulers of Hell (+MC) were sitting and waiting for the new exchange students to arrive.

Unlike the previous year, the entire student council was present. That included Levi who they had to physically drag there, Belphie who was carried there and had to be placed in his seat because he was completely passed out, and finally Mammon, he just had to be threatened.

“Father,” MC pouted from their seat next to Lucifer. “Why isn’t my chair as big as yours?”

Lucifer sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Because you’re much shorter than me. You can have a bigger chair when you grow a few more inches.”

“Mmm...” MC murmured, crossing their arms. “Are the students going to get here, or what?”

“Can you be patient?” Lucifer asked. “They’ll be here any moment now. I can trust that you’ll behave, right?”

MC looked scandalized, placing a hand over their heart and gasping. “Father! Of course! I’ll be the most polite person these humans have ever met!”

Not so deep down, Lucifer severely doubted that.

“Come now, Lucifer and MC!” Diavolo said from his elevated seat. “It’s almost eight am!”

Right on schedule the portal opened, two sets of screams followed.

“The next big priority should be making the trip more comfortable.” MC huffed. “It’s demeaning getting dropped straight down like that and just slamming into the floor.”

“Hm.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Perhaps instead we can just teleport them up to the Celestial Realm, start a war, and have them crash through not one, not two, but all three barriers between the realms with no portal.”

“Father...” MC matched Lucifer’s eye roll. “That has the same energy as ‘when I was your age I walked to school 100 miles through a blizzard!’ The polite thing to do for the exchange students is to not let them hit the floor at 100 mph and possibly give them a concussion.”

And slam straight onto the floor the two other exchange students did. Well, one of them slammed right into the marble, the other had tried in vain to use their wings to slow their decent or fly back up.

Wait...

WINGS?!

WAIT THE OTHER HAD HORNS?!

THEY BOTH HAD-

Oh and would you look at that... one looked like... and the other looked like-

Shitballs.

Lucifer had to keep himself from actually shouting in frustration. One normal day... one day of no exchange student issues was all he asked for...

“Out of over ten million candidates out of over eight billion humans...” Lucifer grumbled. “How in my father’s name did this happen again?”

(OOOOOOOOOO SEQUEL BAIT!)

#Obey me #I’m not good at writing angst... I’m so sorry #Obey me!#obey me shall we date #I’m a crack and fluff writer...#obey me! shall we date?#Obey me Headcanons #Obey me! Headcanons #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me MC #Obey me Luke #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Solomon #obey me barbatos #Lucifer’s Kid

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