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theyhavetakenovermylife · 6 months

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Can you please make one of Muntant mayhem x reader? I bet you will do a awesome job on it! By the way love your content! <3

Beauty in the Bodega: part 1 (Fluff)

MM!Leonardo x reader

Part 2

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A/N: Thank you so much!😊💕💕 I’ve actually been wanting to write for Mutant Mayhem for some time now, but I just haven’t had any ideas until now💚 Inspired by when Mikey comments on Leo’s crush on April with: “Here he goes again”, and Donnie’s: “Every girl, man”, implying that MM Leo has had quite a few crushes in the past💙😏

Hope you enjoy!💚🐢

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During a grocery run to the nearest bodega, Leonardo sees a girl that makes his heart skip and his insides feel warm.

Warnings: Spelling and Mutant Mayhem cuteness💙

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The sewers beneath New York City were a chaotic blend of echoes as the four brothers moved stealthily through the shadows. With a memorized grocery list in hand, they moved silently and stealthily, just like their father had taught them to, each of them knowing exactly what to get.

Leonardo led the way, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of trouble. His younger brothers, Michelangelo, Donatello, and Raphael, followed closely behind, their ninja senses sharp as they navigated the labyrinthine tunnels, until they made it to the familiar ladder that led them to the world of the humans.

As they reached the surface, the brothers climbed the nearby fire escape before sprinting across the roof, until they found themselves on top of the building that housed the small bodega. Leo surveyed the area, ensuring it was safe, before nodding to his brothers. With practiced ease, they slipped in through the ventilation system.

In the vent just above the store, the four turtles found themselves staring down at the mostly empty store. The only human being, the ever absent minded cashier at the cash register, who was busy with a very infuriating crossword, mumbling about a word that was causing them a lot of problems.

With a quick nod from Leonardo, the brothers crawled out of the vent and split up to cover more ground. Donnie took care of the toiletries, while lip syncing to the music playing in the bodega. Raph was busy finding kitchen and cleaning supplies, while Mikey was digging his way through the best junk food. Leo found himself in the snacks aisle, contemplating the various options. He remembered what his father had told him before they went out. Make sure the Doritos were party sized. Party sized Doritos. Remember that Leonardo.

The bell above the entrance to the bodega rang, altering the cashier and the brothers to a new presence in the small store. All four of them knew what that meant - hide. With lightning fast speed Donnie disappeared up into the vent, Raph found a spot among the cleaning supplies, and Mikey hid up above on top of the long lamps. Leo stayed on the ground, hiding behind the shelves, relieved when he realized that the cashier still hadn't noticed them.

Through the shelves, he caught a glimpse of the person who had just entered the bodega, and his heart almost stopped at the sight, making him drop the Doritos bag. Of course he had expected a human, but he had not expected one looking like you did. Your presence, seemingly ordinary yet captivating, drew Leo's gaze. He couldn't help but watch as you moved through the bodega, selecting items with an easy grace.

You came into the store, humming to the music that was playing in your headphones, totally oblivious to the eyes of Leonardo that were watching your every move.

Leo’s brothers, scattered throughout the store, noticed his distraction and exchanged knowing glances. Raphael, spotting Leo's fixation, smirked and made eye contact with Donatello, who joined in the silent communication with a playful grin.

Leo tried to regain his composure, tearing his eyes away from you for a split second, as he moved to a different shelf, before you managed to see him. His heart was beating, not just from the fear of getting caught by a human, but the thought of how close you were to him. But as you moved away to a shelf further away, Leo couldn’t help but follow along, making sure that he was staying hidden.

Leo watched as you gathered your things before walking up to the cash register. You placed your stuff in front of the cashier, waiting as they groggily started scanning your items. Leo and his brothers used this as an opportunity to get the last they needed, before hurrying back into the vent, all while the cashier was focused on your items.

With all of their groceries in bags, they hurried through the vent and up onto the roof, just in time to see you leave out the front door of the bodega with your newly bought groceries, once again humming to the music in your headphones.

“It feels like / Skuba duba dabda dididaj / Skuba duba dabda dididaj / I love you / Another cliche baby”, you sang along, doing a little dance as you walked.

Leo watched you with a smile, his heart skipping a beat at the sight. There was just something about humans, especially the ones like you, that just warmed his heart. Carefree, dancing and singing down the street, without having to worry about who was watching. How he wished he could do something like that, with someone just like you.

Raphael couldn't resist a teasing comment, hitting Leo’s arm when he saw him staring after you. "Well, well, look who's got heart in his eyes again. Leo, you've got a thing for grocery shopping now?"

Donatello joined in, smirking. "I think I saw a spark between Leo and that cereal box".

Michelangelo laughed. "Maybe it's love at first sight. Or should I say, love at first snack?", he said and pulled out a pack of oreos from his bag, causing both Donnie and Raph to hold their stomach in laughter.

Leo tried to brush off their comments, a faint blush visible under his mask. "It's nothing. Let's just go home".

“Booooooring”, Donnie groaned out loud, as he followed Leonardo’s lead back to the sewers. But his brothers weren't about to let him off the hook that easily.

As they made their way back home through the sewers, Leo’s brothers continued to tease him, comparing you to all the other girls that have caught his attention over the yes. Was it really so bad that he dreamed of getting a girlfriend one day? All human teenagers his age did the same, so was it wrong of him just because he was a turtle.

As they were about to round the corner before the entrance to their home, Leo stopped in realization. He had forgotten the Doritos.

“Oh shit”, he mumbled, before giving his bags to his brothers.

“Yo, what’s happening, man?”, Raph asked in confusion.

“I forgot the Doritos”, Leo said in a hurry. “Tell dad I’ll be back in a minute! I’ll hurry!” And with those words Leo was down the sewer before any of his brothers could protest.

Leo made it to the ladder and pushed the sewer cover off, only to stop dead in his tracks. Right in front of him on the alley floor was a perfect party sized Doritos bag, with a note taped to it.

Leo’s first thought was that he should run. The fear that a human had caught him burning in his throat. But he didn’t run. Instead he looked around to make sure he was alone, before he reached out and grabbed the bag, bringing it down to the sewer. Once at the foot of the ladder, Leo took a look at the note taped to the bag. It was hard to read with his shaking hands, but he managed.

“Hey stranger! I think you dropped this at the bodega, so I thought I would bring it to you. (Y/N) <3. P.S. You and your friends are quite noisy once you get up on the roof;)”.

Leo felt like fainting. A human had brought him the Doritos that his dad had asked him for. Not just any human, but you. The pretty human from the bodega.

Heat creepy up his cheeks, as he took the note and hid it in a pocket on his belt. Thinking back on Raph’s comment, Leo couldn’t help but giggle a little. He might have a thing for grocery shopping now.

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A/N: MM Leonardo with his crushes gives me “Cliche Love Song” by Basim vibes. Also the song used💕

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aussiepineapple1st · 1 year

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Leon x F!Reader

A/N: it’s 2:30am and just want to get this short fic written and out on the interwebs!Enjoy!

Contains: slight fluff, slight angst.

It was dark, you had both been awake and running around, fighting, swimming and so much more for over 30 hours now. Both you and Leon were still human and fatigue had hit you two as hard as the waves crashing against the rocks that were heard in the far distance. Your current job wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t as hard as you have had before, being tasked to find the cause and what type of virus that had been spread in a small village sized town separated from what seemed the rest of the world. This also made your job a WHOLE lot easier as you didn’t need to worry about it spreading if it was all contained.

Leon had insisted you get some sleep and you didn’t refuse, but you had also informed Leon you were both currently very safe in this large tree, covered in by a crudely built treehouse and that he also needed his rest, besides having the job you both do made for very light sleepers. He had pushed it aside initially, however you could see and knew personally exactly how tired he was so you knew he would pass out at some point through the night.

Leon watched over you, one leg extended in front of him as the other was bent up towards his chest, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he would turn his head every so often to take a look at the almost full moon in the sky, every so often being obscured slightly by cloud. His eyes were so heavy, they were even stinging as his body was doing everything it could to make him close his eyes and rest. Eventually after rubbing his eyes for what seemed like the 100th time he sighed and lay down beside you, removing his leather jacket and placing it over your sleeping form before he put himself between you and the only entrance to the treehouse. One arm under his head while the other tucked up at his front, eyes trained on you until they would very quickly give out on him and he entered sleep.

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The sun was warm on his back as Leon had slept on his side the entire night, his body too tired to even subconsciously move while asleep. Expecting to see you in front of him either asleep or even awake, but the space in front of him was empty, his leather jacket even draped over his torso and shoulders.

“(Y/N)?..” Leon said sitting up faster than his brain could handle having only just woken up. Looking around not seeing you in the small space he stands up quickly his head spinning as he tried to lean on something but missed the wooden wall completely, falling forwards and onto the old wood floor his head and arm that tried to catch him hanging over the edge. Looking down to the ground far below, Leon sees your body sprawled out on the dead leaf and moss covered ground.

“(Y/N)?!” He calls out but not too loud, just in case he was to alert anyone or anything nearby and put you in danger. Pushing himself to his hands and knees he takes the wood and rope ladder in his hands and quickly climbs down, jumping from just under half the height to get to you faster.

Leon looks around for any apparent danger but when seeing the coast was clear he kneels down beside you and examines your body for any wounds, only a few bumps and bruising from the mission but otherwise you looked alright. He gently places his warm hand against your cool cheek from the morning air and shakes your shoulder gently. “Hey.. you’re supposed to sleep in the treehouse, not under it.” He says trying to joke.

Feeling a warm touch and hearing that all too familiar voice your eyes flutter open and you are looking up at a worried Leon. “Leon?… sorry I..” you paused trying to remember as you had hit your head pretty hard.

“I woke up and thought it would be nice if I could find you some breakfast, but the ladder was wet from the dew and.. well.” You give a slight shrug with a sheepish smile.

Leon could only just sigh in relief that you were fine, but was also mixed with a shaking head as he seemed to be disappointed with this poor choice you had made, putting yourself in harms way. “You should have woken me before leaving.” He states as he gently pulls your arm over his shoulder and hoists you onto his back. “Can you hold onto me while I climb?” He asked making sure you had your grip around his neck and waist before climbing back up the ladder and into the treehouse.

“Sorry.. I didn’t mean to make you worry..” You say gingerly as he lets your feet touch the ground then helps you to sit on the wood, reaching for his jacket before laying it over your body once again. You didn’t want to take it from him again, but you were freezing.

“It’s fine… Just maybe don’t go doing it again?” He suggested while leaning over and sliding one of his side pouches over to the two of you and pulls out some muesli bars, handing one to you.

“You never told me you had food?!” You slightly squeaked, maybe from embarrassment that you probably should have checked his pouches because of course he would have snacks.

“You never asked.” He smiled slightly as he unwraps one and holds it to your mouth. As you go to take a bite he pulls it away quickly, pressing his lips to yours in a quick kiss. “Morning, by the way…”

#leon x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #f!reader #leon x f!reader #leon x female reader #slight fluff #slight angst #resident evil

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lovemebutleavemewild · 4 months

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Leave it to the land - Chapter 2.

The world has ended, it's over—except some people can't seem to accept that. Those same people think the cure lies in people like you and your little sister. And they're willing to do anything to find it.

The road to safety is a long one, and you're about to learn that it isn't one you can walk alone.

Read it on ao3.

Soap and Ghost share a long look and you stand there with your arms folded, trying to pretend like you're not petrified they'll call your bluff. By the sounds of it, they know Kyle and they haven't killed you both yet—for now that has to be good enough.

“Go check outside again,” Ghost eventually tells Soap.

The few moments you're alone with the man in the mask are uncomfortable to say the least. You don't speak and he still hasn't relaxed his grip on his gun. Thankfully, Soap is back quickly.

“Start of a horde coming right at us. Say we take the back door into the alley and try and get around ‘em,” he reports.

Ghost nods, still looking at you. Then he jerks his head in the direction of the door.

“You're coming with us,” he tells you.

You start to protest but Soap interrupts.

“We don't have time for whingin’. We need to get out of here before a wee problem becomes a fucking massive one.”

You can't really argue with that, so you turn, ducking down so you're face to face with Dot.

“We're gonna have to be quick and quiet, Dee—you good with that?”

She doesn't look sure at all, but she nods at you, squaring her little shoulders and hiking her backpack up higher.

Soap leads the way. Ghost doesn't move. That leaves you in the position of having to choose between putting Dot between you and Soap or you and Ghost. You don't have long to consider before you're pushing her in front of you, watching Soap's back carefully and trying not to to think of how uncomfortable it is to have Ghost behind you.

Soap leads you all to a fire door at the back of the shop—on the way, you duck to grab your knife from where he knocked it out of your hand.

Soap gestures for you to wait as he ducks through the door. A few seconds later, his hand appears around the door to wave you out. You go to move up the alleyway when his arm shoots out to stop you.

“Think we'd be better going up. What d’ya think, LT?”

“Up?” Your voice comes out in a squeak, but Soap is already moving—he reaches up and pulls the end of a rusty fire ladder hanging from the side of the building. He swears at the noise it makes and shoots a look towards the end of the alley. You follow his gaze and notice a woman on the other side of the road at the end of it. What's left of a woman, you remind yourself. A shell, a body, with no brain activity, or conscience, or anything else to make her human.

The noise has caught her attention now and she's starting to move towards you, with a slow shuffle. If there's one there’ll be more.

“Let's go,” Soap mutters and he starts to climb.

Dot looks up at you uncertainly and you try your best to smile at her.

“Up you go, Dee, I'm right behind you, okay?”

You help her out her hands on the lowest rung.

“Just hold tight and keep moving,” you tell her.

Good advice, you think grimly as you start to haul yourself up behind her.

It's going fine until there's a groan beneath you and you glance down. You feel yourself freeze in place, not because of the four groaning corpses now halfway down the alley you're in, but because you’re suddenly hyper-aware that you're almost two-thirds of the way up the side of the five story building.

Your arms suddenly feel weak and you clutch hard at the ladder with suddenly sweaty hands.

“Hey!” Your eyes dart from the distant ground into another pair, these ones very much alive.

“Move,” Ghost tells you gruffly. You shake your head, trying to convey to him that you can't move, your arms aren't cooperating anymore. You're distantly aware of Dot’s voice calling for you and your brain is screaming at you but you still can't move. Far below, the corpses are now gathered at the bottom of the ladder. You’re not too worried about them following—they don’t really have the coordination for that, but you know you can’t hang her forever, and the longer you wait, the more likely more are going to turn up.

“Hey.” Ghost’s voice infiltrates your mind again, not soft exactly but a little quieter. “You need to breathe.”

Simple instructions but you do manage to pull in a few ragged breaths.

“Stop looking down, look at the bars,” he instructs you and you don't know if it's his commanding tone but you do manage to pull your eyes up to look at the bars just in front of your face. You close your eyes for a second, and when you open them, your vision swims a little less.

“Now climb,” the voice, which is the only thing in the world now, says—and you listen. Somehow you make it to the top of the ladder where Dot is wanting with Soap. You curse yourself for leaving her alone with a stranger because you couldn't pull yourself together.

“Took your time,” Soap huffs. You shoot him a look, even though you know he's right.

“Fuck yourself,” you tell him anyway, and pull Dot so she's standing behind you as Ghost crests the roof of the building. You refuse to look at him, and ignore Soap’s continued grumbling. Ghost walks to the edge of the building to look down at the street. Even the sight of someone standing so close to the edge makes you feel queasy.

“Not too many—and the building looks like it's boarded up down below. Say we stay here for tonight and wait for them to move on.”

He points a gloved finger at you then and you raise your chin defiantly.

“You—you have some questions to answer.”

You tell it to them straight.

“I’m not telling you where we’re meeting Kyle.”

Soap makes a noise of dissent.

“Gaz is a mate, alrigh’? He’ll want to see us.”

You hold up a hand.

“It's not about that.”

“So, what's it about?”

“It's about you not having a reason to leave us alive if I tell you what you want to know!”

Your voice gets louder and you have to take a steadying breath so you don't wake Dot. You'd insisted they wait until she was asleep until you had your “chat”. She's currently next to you in the single sleeping bag you both share. The warmth of the day is long gone and the night air is cold where your face and hands are exposed to it.

“So you're not going to tell us anything?” Soap asks, frustrated.

“No,” you tell him, then you hesitate for a second before plowing on. You've already made your decision. “I’ll take you to him, though.”

“Why?” Ghost asks immediately. You can already tell he's the more cynical of the two. “Why not just tell us outright if you’re going to take us along anyway?”

“Because I'll need help, and a guarantee that you won’t just leave us once you know where you’re going. Anyway, we can't go through checkpoints so we'll need to go the long way. We could use the backup.”

“Could bribe your way through checkpoints,” Soap muses. Both men are staring hard at you now. It is true that some people can be convinced to look the other way and let marked people through checkpoints. For the right price.

“That doesn't apply to us.” Your heart feels like it's in your throat now but if you're going to ask for and accept these men’s help, they need to know how important it is that you move undetected.

“We're tier two.”

You see Soap’s eyebrows raise, wonder if Ghost's are doing the same but as usual, with his mask, you can't read anything on his expression.

Here's the thing. Everyone in the world is infected by now. Everyone has the disease that will eventually turn them into mindless zombies like the ones stumbling around in the street below. But not everyone is infected to the same degree.

The disease infects human cells. As healthy cells die off, they're replaced with diseased ones. Once you reach a certain point you start showing symptoms of the disease—confusion, aggression, extreme hunger—and it's all downhill from there. Eventually the aggression becomes undeniable and that hunger turns to a hunger for human flesh.

Tier five is another name for the ones who are already dead. No semblance of the person they once were left—they'd tear into their own best friend like butter if they got too close.

Tier four is reserved for people who have started to show symptoms—those people are essentially a ticking time bomb.

Most people fall in the tier three category. The “healthy for now” category. The disease is progressive, so no one stays tier three forever and certain things can expedite the process. The more exposure you have to fives, the quicker you get sick, and a bite from one of them is an express route to becoming one of them.

Near the start of the breakout, the government set up “research centres” across the country in a bid to find a cure. Even as order fell apart, the centres remained, under militant control, and mostly made up of those in tier three with a lower rate of infection, and people in tier two. You're classified as tier two if you have less than 10% infected cells.

The theory is that those genetically predisposed to being tier two hold the key to the cure and can help create a new tier with a zero percent rate of infection—the as-of-yet unheard of, tier one.

Testing is mandatory and done by force, when needed—sentries have set up checkpoints where they can stop and test anyone. Those in tier three with an infection rate of more than 30% can usually talk their way out of getting picked up for research, but you know that a test, plus the tattoo on your wrist that you got at the research centre will be enough to get you picked up in a heartbeat. The chances of you or Dot getting through a checkpoint unchallenged are almost zero.

“So what’s the plan for getting out without going through a checkpoint or getting picked up by the sentries?” Ghost asks. You feel your face heat. You've been trying to answer that very question for months, since you left the centre and you're no further forward now than you were originally.

You don't answer but you don't have to—your silence is answer enough. Eventually you burrow down inside your sleeping bag. You know you won’t sleep but it’s as good a way as any to avoid talking anymore. It’s easy enough to stay awake—your mind is buzzing.

You try hard to listen in on the quiet conversation between Soap and Ghost, but from the other side of the roof their voices are carried away on the wind.

Eventually, they stop talking completely. They seem to be taking shifts sleeping and you understand that they're as comfortable letting their guard down around you as you are around them. You lie there, clutching your knife in one hand, and occasionally poking your head up to check on the men.

During his watch, Soap spends most of his time looking down at the street, where the noise of the dead is picking up. They always get more worked up at night. After a few hours, they switch and Ghost takes his place.

With the mask and the darkened sky, it’s a lot harder to see his face, especially when you’re just stealing quick looks every once and a while.

Despite that, throughout the night, you can’t shake the feeling that he’s watching you.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #john soap mactavish #original character #alternate universe #zombie #zombie apocalypse #kyle gaz garrick #leave it to the land #read on ao3

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konata-izumi-kinny-writes · 2 years

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Strongarm (RID2015) x Quiet F! Reader

(A/N:I love this big lady so much 😭💙)

(A/N 2: lol she go bouncy bounce i love her!!!! >///u///<)

Warnings: Nothing other than kisses and heart-melting fluff

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You've spied on the scrapyard for a long time, not because of any malicious intent or plans to expose them, you were just curious and wanted to know more. Your main focus, though, is on a certain blue and white femme.

You found her so pretty, and despite her strictness and temper, she has a kind heart and cares about those around her. You love her but don't know how to tell her. How will she react? Will she be angry? Will she think you meant in a platonic way? You just don't know.

One day though, you found a gift for her, a giant truck plushie, strikingly similar to her alt mode. It was then that the idea hit you. You could wait until they're out on a mission and leave it there for her with a note! Its perfect, there's no way this could go wrong, right?

The next day you went to your usual hiding spot in one of the trees behind the scrapyard's walls and waited for them to leave, which didn't take too long. With that, you used a rope ladder to climb down from your tree and into the yard. You tip toed around the isles looking at all the vintage items in curiosity before finding the perfect to put Strongarm's gifts.

Feeling happy and excited to see her reaction you start to tiptoe back.. but notice a shadow over you. You look up with panic running through your veins to see Grimlock staring right back at you. You freeze for a good 10 seconds before he picks you up under your arms, then he speaks.

"Hello? Are you okay? ...You're quiet for a fleshie."

You stay silent and curl your legs close to your body as he starts to carry you towards the Alchemor, and calls for backup over the comms.

In a matter of 15 minutes you find yourself here, sitting on the Alchemor with 3 autobots, a minicon, and a dinobot, staring at you hoping for an answer. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Sideswipe speaks up.

"...Soooo, do we ask her things or what."

"Interrogations aren't that simple, we have to take turns asking her one at a time as to not overwhelm her.. well- more than she probably already is."

"We're not gonna start punchin' right? She was nice to hang around with." Grimlock asked Bumblebee with concern and pity lining his voice.

"Of course not, we help humans, not hurt them."

After a bit of debate they decided the order of which bot interrogates you.

Grimlock, Bumblebee, Sideswipe, Fixit, then Strongarm.

You stayed quiet for most of them, only responding in writing or yes and no questions, that is until Strongarm's last question.

"I appreciate the stuffed vehicle, but if i may ask, what this is for?" She held up the envelope with her note in it, the glitter gel pen her name was written in still sparkling in the light. You beckoned her to get closer, she lowered her head to your level, and you muttered out a small sentence.

"Want me to open it?"

Strongarm looked surprised to hear your voice as a small blue blush crept on her face.

"Yes please."

She handed you the envelope, you opened it for her and gave the note back for her to read. You then cover your the lower half of your face as you averted your gaze to the ground.

🌧Pov switch: Strongarm🌧

Still in disbelief of hearing her voice, I gently took her folded note and started reading.

"Hello, Strongarm!

My name is [Y/n], and this may come across as creepy, or strange, but I've been watching you and your team for a long time, but not with any malicious intent. I was curious, and i find you all very interesting. After a while though, Strongarm, I've come to admire your beauty. Not just in appearance, but in who you are.

You're kind and smart, but tough and brave. I find you to be a very amazing person and I've come to the conclusion that I've caught feelings for you. You don't have to feel the same, but I thought you have the right to know.

With love, from [Y/n]."

☁️[Pov change: Narrator mode]🌥

Strongarm looked down at you with a happy but confused face. You hoped you weren't too poetic.

"Thank you Y/n, I appreciate that."

She reached down and rubbed the top of your head with one of her fingers, it felt nice.

"Mind if i ask what you meant by 'you've caught feelings for me'? You're not sick are you?"

You felt your face get red, shyness and heat taking over as you, again, averted your gaze. After a bit of silence, you again beckoned her closer so you could speak at a comfortable level.

"I... love you.. in a romantic way... I'm sorry."

After a good thirty seconds of awkward silence, you gained the courage to look back up at her to see her reaction. She looks surprised and flustered, a glowing blue blush covering her complexion. She looks so beautiful.

"I... I have never had anyone say something like that to me before. And here I was thinking that i had you humans figured out, your kind always finds ways to surprise me.."

You stare up at her in anticipation and wonder as she looks at you with the sweetest smile.

"...okay.. I'll be your romantic partner. May I give you a hug?"

You nod happily and reach your arms out as she embraces you gently, her warm metal plating pressing against your skin.

"Thank you so much.."

She picks you up and puts you on her shoulder and walks back to the rest of the team.

"I've found out her intentions, and thankfully they're not harmful."

"Then what does she want with us."

Strongarm looked at you for permission to tell them, you nodded yes as she lovingly pat your head again.

"She wanted to confess her romantic feelings for me, I returned her feelings and we are 'dating' as humans call it."

The team goes silent for a while before Bumblebee speaks up

"I wasn't expecting that.. congrats, Cadet. By the way did you find out their name?"

"Thank you sir, and her name is [Y/n]."

Bumblebee approaches and looks down at you.

"Welcome to the team, [Y/n]. Can we trust you not to tell anyone about us?"

"Thank you.. my lips are sealed, sir."

He smiled as he and the others left you and Strongarm alone, you turn and give her a kiss on the cheek. She then looks at you with a puzzled look on her beautiful complexion.

"What was that? I've seen humans do that on tv but what does it mean?"

"Its a way of showing love, usually between romantic couples or family.."

She blushed then turned her head to kiss you back, she gave you a kiss on the forehead. Her lips were soft and warm as they pressed against your skin.

She walked over to a pile of mattresses, put a tarp over them and laid down on them and placed you on her chest. You spent the rest of the day talking to her, and both of you learned more about each other.

The day ended with the two of you stargazing after introducing you to Denny and Russel. Strongarm pointed out where Cybertron was, she then turned to you and said,

"Someday I hope to go home with you and show you around.."

"What was it like? On Cybertron i mean.."

"Pretty, lots of lights and big, glowing cities.."

"It sounds kinda overwhelming, but that does sound pretty.. like you."

She let out a chuckle and kissed you again.

"You're too kind, my spark.."

All of a sudden your moment with Strongarm was interrupted by a teasing shout from Sideswipe.

"So, what are ya naming the sparkling, Strongarm?!"

She glared at Sideswipe as her face turned blue.

"She's not comfortable with that yet, punk!"

Sideswipe laughed as he went away as you looked at Strongarm in confusion.

"...sparkling?"

"A baby."

You giggled at the thought before laying your head back down on Strongarm's chassis, your eyes getting heavy.

"I love you, Sweet-spark."

"Love you too, Strongarm.."

You fell asleep as she laid her hand on your back and closed her eyes, ready for anything the decepticons would throw at her tomorrow.

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Thanks for reading

#transformers x reader #transformers rid2015 #Transformers Rid2015 x reader #Strongarm #strongarm x reader #Strongarm Rid2015 #konata izumi kin writes

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Thinking about Midnight again

its really good!

Sometimes a short story is "hey how do people react to Fear in this specific instance" and when it's done right it's a very visceral experience that sticks in the mind no matter the genre

But it's also a lovely microcosm of Ten, the best and the worst of him (on an average day, as opposed to when hes being attacked by his specific traumas)

Ten is a big old nerd and a control freak (I think their relationship with Donna is notable in that they try to share with her a little more and she puts up a huge fight when she wants to instead of letting them roll over her) so his reaction to the unknown is to put himself in charge because he knows stuff and people should listen to him!!

Like. Right off the bat he goes "everybody being on their phones is Boring, wouldn't it be better if we all talked to each other?" and immediately imposes his desire on everyone else without asking or trying anything else. Control freak.

So the moment they say "I don't know" that absolute control is shattered, and they don't adjust. As the situation devolves he keeps trying to appeal to logic and better nature, pushing and pushing until he lays down an ultimatum (do you really think you can commit murder?) based on incorrect assumptions about people's fear reactions. Drawing a line in the sand puts them on the other side of it instead of shocking people out of fear into thinking or threatening them into compliance.

Ten has been pretty "my way or I kill you/depose you/otherwise take away your ability to oppose me" since the very first episode so it all tracks

on the other hand he's trying SO HARD to be compassionate and to help all of them and to keep everyone safe! That's all they want! They genuinely do know more than the people around them and they're right on almost every count in this episode. Things might have not worked out depending on the critter's intentions but the chance of everything being okay would have been much higher if people Calmed Down and didn't try to hurt something they were scared of. Whether or not the Doctor is justified in the actions he takes, it's gotta be maddening to see people make the same mistakes over and over again and people dying and getting hurt about it when you're RIGHT THERE and you can FIX EVERYTHING if they just LISTENED

Contrast with Donna's communication techniques! She fights with the Doctor, is generally sarcastic and opinionated, but doesn't walk all over people in her daily life. When a situation needs someone to be in charge, though, she takes it with a level of calmness and confidence ("I'll take a salute" in poison sky, organizing the military and evacuation in Death and the Queen). One-on-one, she finds common ground with people and pays attention to their lives and troubles (meeting Martha, "temps united" in technophobia), and with vulnerable people she softens her voice and body language and gives them space to speak (the ood, kinda, um - almost every woman she meets lol but esp the assistant in silence in the library).

Yeah I think midnight would have played out very differently if Donna was there haha. The doctor can be an expert, and Donna can both comfort people and rein in the doctor when they're being overbearing.

Donna pays more attention to social cues (and she is a human! The doctor is not!! They're doing pretty good for being a completey different species!) and draws the doctor's attention to little but important things they often miss while looking at the big picture

the doctor has always been a rogue figure and almost always In Charge or up high on the relevant social ladder, while Donna defines herself as "just a temp" - nobody important, by definition someone who supports the social ladder instead of ever getting the chance to climb out and who's always moving from place to place. I think that shows in how she can deal with not being in charge while ten Struggles with it

Anyway midnight is good and Donna makes a very skilled doctor-human ambassador and friend

#Doctor who #Noodle speaks #Noodle watches doctor who #Dw: midnight #U know I could see 9 thru 11 being showing off what happens when you make one terrible and far reaching decision and Cannot let go of being #In Charge after that. 12 with Bill still has me chewing on that shift to “give me an order”

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Cassiopeia Black saves the Potters because everyone deserves to live

“Lily! I know it sounds insane, but please, please get in the briefcase.” Cassiopeia begs, she can already feel Voldemort get near, she can feel his footsteps in her head as she holds open the briefcase. Lily holds Harry close, the one year old peacefully asleep, completely unaware of the dangers that might happen if she doesn’t listen. James has their things in suitcase, shrunken down to fit in his pockets.

James steps forward, towering over her kneeled position behind the opened briefcase, “I swear Black, if you get us killed I will come back and haunt you.” He spat, climbing down the ladder that leads into the inside of the case. Lily gives her an apprehensive look before following after her husband.

Cassiopeia lets out a breath, clicking the briefcase shut. She turns into her Animagus, her bones shifting until she’s in her Peregrine Falcon form. She wraps her talons around the handles of the case, fleeing through an open window just as the alarms go off. The Aurors would arrive soon, but Cassiopeia wasn’t going to stick around and find out.

The wind glided through her wings as she made her way to the country side, a safe house just outside the bounds of human society. There, the rest of the Order should be waiting, injured but alive and amongst them, her brothers.

Once the sun breaks on the morning of the first of November, she reaches the rolling hills, diving into the hidden valley. The wards ripple around her, alerting the rest of her arrival. She swoops down, transforming into her human form just as she touched the ground. She stumbles slightly, the briefcase almost slipping from her hands as she steadies herself.

The door burst open, a big black dog bounding down the stairs. She’s nearly tackled down, her brother’s dog form sniffing for any visible injuries. Regulus appears behind Sirius, a worried look on his face as Sirius moves aside to shift back, grabbing the briefcase just as Cassiopeia collapses into Regulus.

She hears the rest of the Order surround them, hands brushing against her just as exclaims about the Potters filled the otherwise silent morning.

“Someone is waiting for you in the dining area.” Regulus whispers into her hair, “He’s been worried sick.” He pulls away, brushing away some of her hair and curling it behind her ear. He has that look on his face, the same one she had when Kreacher appeared with Regulus that wretched night, cold to the touch.

“I thought you were dead.” She had cried, holding Regulus tightly, “He said you died.”

Regulus had given a painful chuckle, “Oh, Cassie, it would take more than a dark wizard to kill me.”

He presses a kiss to her forehead before pushing her towards the house, watching her nearly trip over herself to get there before he’s tackled by Pandora.

Cassiopeia burst through the door, quickly moving to the kitchen. He was pacing, arms crossed as he stared at the ground harshly.

“Now, what did the poor floor do to you?” She asked, a warm feeling flooding through her when he snaps his head towards her.

He rushes forward, cupping her face in his cold hands. He wasn’t usually so expressive but she can see the relief, fear and adoration clear in his eyes.

“Oh you foolish, foolish witch.” He whispered wetly, his eyes brimmed with tears, “I’m never letting you out of my sight ever again.”

She laughed softly, pressing her forehead against him, “Well Sev, consider it done.”

#Cassiopeia Black #regulus black #sirius black #everyone lives au #the potters #the order of the phoenix #first gen #harry potter #she’s a falcon #severus snape #severus snape x original character

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popitdontdropitwrites · 2 years

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"Mx. Sinister" Engineer/Medic - Chapter 8

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

CW: Restraints, stalking, obsession and things of that nature.

The space in Joseph’s head pulsed so violently that he feared that it would crack and fall apart. Even before he opened his eyes, hammers pounded against his temple, crushing all thought under their might. With every passing moment, the searing, burning epicentre in the side of his head sent sharp shocks of pain through his brain. The fall had not been kind to him, as slight abrasions and cuts stung his skin, sticky with small droplets of blood. Though he knew that it would be agony, he sat up to get some painkillers. At least, Joseph wanted to do that. Restraints bit back at his hands with a clink, holding him completely still and he opened his eyes, coming to a horrific realisation.

This was not his bed, and the clothes draping from his body were not his own. The room around him, laden with metal, scrap parts, wiring and empty canisters made him feel as though he was trapped in a cage, destined to meet a horrible death. The stale air stunk of oil, varnish and dirt and the open window did little to counter it. A lone light dangled from the ceiling, swaying ever so slightly back and forth, ticking down towards his doom. His breaths quickened, his eyes darting around the room, searching for tools, potential weapons, anything that could help him to escape.

The worst was yet to come. His gaze fixed upon a rustic chair by the bed and more importantly, the vile human being sitting on it, if he could even be called that. The calmness of his expression and the affection in Dell’s gaze made him want to pin him to the ground and strangle him.

“Good mornin’.” His tone angered Joseph to no end and loathing bubbled within him, getting closer and closer to boiling point.

The heat rushed to his ears, turning them a vibrant, furious red. “You better let me go right now.” He snarled, teeth bared. “If you don’t, I will scream and yell until someone comes to help me and then you will be locked up for the rest of your miserable life to rot!”

“Aw, shucks, don’t be like that, pumpkin.” Dell’s fingers ran through his hair in what was supposed to be a caring gesture. It only made him more uncomfortable. “Besides, we’re way out from your part of town. There’s only dirt and corn for miles. Even if you hollered and carried on for twenty years, odds are, no-one would ever hear ya.”

“You are insane!” He screamed, struggling against his restraints.

“Ah… I figured you’d be mighty annoyed when ya woke up.” He chewed on a toothpick as he talked. “I was hopin’ some friendliness might get me a bit in kind, y’know?”

“If there is even a sliver of humanity inside of you, you will let me go!”

“And why would I do that?” He asked it as if it were a genuine question.

“I have responsibilities. When I fail to come to work tomorrow morning, they will come looking for me.” He warned. “And I bet they would find traces of you all over my apartment.”

“’bout that,” Dell clicked his tongue, pulling something from out of sight onto his lap. “You’re resignin’.” He said, patting a bulky telephone. “You’re nearly old enough to retire, ain’t ya? They won’t know any different, really.” He began to input the number. “When your boss picks up, you better tell him that you’re puttin’ yourself out to pasture.”

“Or what?”

“Consider it a trust exercise, alright, sugar?”

For his own sanity, he chose to ignore the revolting pet name. “Dell.” He flattened his voice. “I have worked for decades to climb the ladder to my position. I can’t just give it up, not for you.”

“I s’pose your restraints ain’t comin’ off then.”

“But I have rent to pay! And I need my—” Dell placed a fat finger to his lips and hushed him.

“—Joseph, I’ve got more patents than I do fingers. Believe me, I can keep ya fed and pay the bills.”

“I don’t care. I am not staying here!”

The Texan paid him no mind. Instead, he finished dialling the number. He heard it ring, once, twice and on the third, his employer picked up. Their dull, monotone voice was instantly recognisable. He instantly wished they hadn’t picked up at all.

“Hello? Who is this?”

A deathly silence followed. Dell’s grey eyes bore into him, waiting for him to respond. Joseph bit his lip. He forced his broken, shattered thoughts to reassemble themselves and to collaborate on even a single cohesive thought. He focused them, sharpening them like gleaming daggers before throwing them exactly where he wanted them. He needed to make a choice. He couldn’t just give up his entire life for the mere prospect of freedom. It was hardly freedom, anyhow. The removal of his restraints for his life’s work hardly seemed fair. But even so, Joseph began to wonder what would happen if he refused to comply with Dell’s command. He wondered if he wound be bound forever, leaving his muscles to atrophy until he was defenceless. If he refused, he could never be free at all, and he would never even return to work. By refusing to comply, he would be killing his future. He would be accepting the role of a house pet.

He found the courage to speak. “…My apologies, this is Joseph Humboldt speaking.” He swallowed nervously, noting how a sly, sickeningly smug smile had spread on Dell’s lips.

“It’s unusual for you to call me on weekends, Joseph. Is something wrong?”

“I’m quite alright. Actually, I… I called because I would like to resign from my position.” Hearing those words from his own mouth made him want to throw up. “It’s… it’s for medical reasons, the same reasons you were informed about some time ago.” He bit his lip, attempting to wake himself from this nightmare. “Age has not been kind to me, and I think it would be best for my condition if I took the time to relax more often.” His heart pounded in his chest. He regretted picking such a reasonable explanation. If he had said that he wanted to retire voluntarily, a person like them would have immediately realised something was amiss.

A long, agonising silence followed. “Oh… I see. Would you like to come to me in person to make the arrangements?”

He glanced to Dell, and he shook his head. “No thank you, that won’t be necessary.”

Though their tone remained professional, they sounded shocked, maybe even a little offended. “Thank you for everything Joseph. I will sort this out as soon as I am able.” With that, the call abruptly ended and Joseph’s life had ended with it.

“Couldn’t’ve done it better myself.” Dell said as he ripped the wiring out of the telephone, making it a useless husk.

Joseph resisted the urge to sob, convincing himself that shedding tears now would be showing his captor weakness. He sat silently, focusing on his breath and the sounds outside – anything to avoid the monster in the room with him.

Dell perked up, remembering something. “Right, lemme get those nasty varmints off ya.”

He sat by his side on the bed and came uncomfortably close to him. Dell’s hand – no doubt intentionally – brushed his forearms before moving to his wrists. Soft beeps sounded, as if Dell was inputting a code of some sort. The cuffs on his hands whirred before popping open and he rubbed the sore spots, trying to relieve the pain. Despite being free to move far more than before, he knew better than to pounce on his captor. In the rare event that he could knock him down and run away without having his skull crushed by that metal prosthesis, he would not get far in this state. With the dizziness that spun his world, he’d likely fall before he even got out of the door. And to add insult to injury, he would wind back up in restraints.

He waited for Dell to undo the mechanical clasp around his leg, but he moved away. “Dell.” He thought to remind him of what he had forgotten. “You promised to unchain me.”

“I never said I’d undo all of ‘em.” Dell explained. “That one is a lil’ different, anyways. It’s not a ‘chain’ or even remotely like one.” He gestured to the device around his leg that resembled a band. “It doesn’t actually lock ya down or nothin’.”

“If I am not tethered to this room, how can it possibly keep me in here?” He asked, genuinely puzzled.

“Well… what ya don’t know is that there’s a lovely lil’ machine outside that’ll activate the moment it detects this little thing within its range.”

“…And what will it do, exactly?”

“It’ll immobilise ya faster than ya can blink.” He sounded proud of the fact. “You’re welcome to try if ya like.”

“When did you have the time to design this horrible contraption?” Processing so much horrifying information at once made his guts churn, as if he was about to be sick.

“Ya were out for a while.” Dell replied nonchalantly as if it had been no trouble at all. “Speakin’ of, do ya need anythin’? Food, water?”

Joseph rubbed his temples, desperately trying to relieve his headache. “Painkillers.” He demanded.

“How ‘bout I kiss it better for ya?”

“No.” He growled, instinctively backing away on the bed.

Dell rose his hands in a faux surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll be back in a jiff…” He left the room, leaving the door wide open to taunt him.

He carefully stepped out of bed, placing his hand against the wall to steady himself. The world spun in circles and yet more pain exploded behind his eyes. Even so, he kept going, curious to see if Dell had been bluffing. He took slow, cautious steps until he finally reached the open door. He peered out, craning his neck out ever so slightly to look outside. The grass was overgrown, with humble wildflowers hidden in the blades. A shining metal disc protruded from the ground, with a flickering red light on the top, like a watchful eye.

He dared to stick his leg out of the door to see how it would react. The red light began to flicker faster and brighter and pulled away when the hair on his leg began to stand up. It was only then that Joseph accepted the truth.

He was completely and utterly trapped.

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babybluesquid · 8 months

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Session 13, The Assassin’s Flight

Our Players this Week:

Hog 112, they/them, Weapon Thaumaturge, skirmisher warforged, the leader of the inquisitives agency and founding member, tends toward practicality and following a command structure.

Vestige, they/them, Bones Oracle, warforged placed into a human body, a healer and the agency’s fleshborn face, remains on the periphery with an individualistic streak.

Strategy, it/its, Empiricist Investigator, officer warforged, an old model who’s seen much action and uses the tactics they learned back during the war now under Sharn.

Samanta, she/they, Swashbuckler Fencer, skirmisher warforged, a spotter during the war who turned to spying for one of Sharn’s criminal families before joining the inquisitives agency.

Carmine, she/her, War Priest, infantry warforged, a forged who converted to the Blood of Vol and extensively modified her own body to fit a Seeker ideal.

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“Listen, we should chase now,” Carmine urges. Khyberlurk running, getting away. A goblin criminal left as a witness in the abandoned foundry. Two problems to deal with. “We don’t have a better opportunity or a plan after this,” she reasons. “I know, but we’re in no condition to fight them,” Hog says. Considering the events, Strategy agrees, “I think he intended to have us fight his goons and come injured.” Carm shakes her head and taps Hog, healing them as she does, “look, I know this won’t help much but we gotta go.” She then turns and runs off. A beat. “After them!” Hog shouts as they realize Carmine fully intends to give chase, with or without help.

Just then, Khyberlurk throws down a smoke bomb. It’s not too hard to pick out the trail though, for some truly motivated sleuths. The chase is on! As they race through the narrow gaps between industrial buildings, Samanta begins to catch up. Up until Khyberlurk knocks down a stack of boxes. Carmine slides under and lashes out at them with a spell. “Get the fuck back here!” They stumble. Meanwhile, Hog and Vestige and hit by falling boxes. As the two get back to their feet, Strategy points, “they’re going that way!”

Right then, Khyberlurk crashes through a window! They spill out onto a busy street then jump to a balcony across the way, climbing upwards. Hog shoots the grappling hook bolt, but they cut the rope. Midair! Seems it won’t be so simple. Strategy finds something promising. A derelict soarsled sits on the ground, long ago crashed and ruined. But perhaps. As Strategy begins to jury-rig the thing, Carmine climbs a ladder of an adjacent building and leaps across. “Desecrator!” She shouts, enraged.

Not wanting to do anything all that acrobatic, Vestige grabs some nearby human and points at the building, “tell me how to get up there!” Afraid, they hurriedly give some directions involving an indoor staircase. Vestige runs off, Samanta following their route up. Just then, the soarsled whirs to life. “Hog, get over here!” Strategy sits down in the front of the thing with Hog behind. Amazingly, it flies. As their quarry rounds a bend, Vestige shouts after them, “we’ve got some business with you, Khyberlurk!”

As they rush down the street, a goblin steps in front of the inquisitives with a big grin. “Hi! I heard about you in the papers!” Vestige shouts him down with a “get out of the way right now!” As he stumbles aside, they begin to gain on Khyberlurk. Carmine takes a moment to help the goblin stand back up. Hog takes a pot shot with their crossbow. Misses. Khyberlurk then takes a turn into a tight tunnel. The messiest and tightest part of the Cogs.

Not wanting to ditch the soarsled, Strategy begins to pilot it through, taking the hairpin turns and thin margins. The soarsled scrapes against and rams into the walls in places, but it keeps calm and flies true. The others running behind must navigate on their own. Vestige gets turned around in the mess of paths, but Samanta is able to find and retrieve them. Strategy aims its rod to take a shot at Khyberlurk, dead ahead, but can’t get a good opening. “Let’s keep going,” it says. As Khyberlurk runs out the tunnel, it throws down a vial which explodes in a cloud of foul smelling smoke. It’s poisoned. Strategy though is able to remember the neutralizing agent, and Hog’s able to retrieve it. The cloud’s dispersed in time for the sleuths to run right after their target with no delay.

Khyberlurk runs into a building, some abandoned home, and locks the door. Strategy takes a split second to consider, “Hog, I’ve got a bad idea!” Then it speeds up. Realizing the idea, Hog bails, rolling and landing on their feet. Strategy makes sure the aim is true before leaping from the soarsled in the nick of time. It hits the ground hard on its face. The soarsled smashes through the door. It hits Khyberlurk in the back, knocking them right over! Strategy stands up and rushes into the house, Hog close behind. “We’ve got them cornered!” It urges.

Carmine is third to run in, and she finds Khyberlurk by light of Hog’s lantern. As she closes, they draw a shortsword and cut across her with a deep slash. She falls instantly. “We need to support each other!” Hog says. Calmly, it’s Khyberlurk who responds, “one down, five to go.” “Can they see in the dark?” Hog asks. “Yes,” Shadowblack confirms. Hog curses under their breath.

Strategy runs to Carmine’s side, making a quick repair. “Get up, Carmine! There’s a defiler you need to take down!” Amazingly, she stands back up with Strategy’s help. “That toothpick of yours is rather sharp, isn’t it,” she quips as she claws at Khyberlurk. Her touch is filled with cold death, and the lurch backwards. Samanta rolls past Khyberlurk and comes up with a backstab. They’re not concerned though, “an unexpected but not unmanageable setback.”

Vestige approaches Shadowblack and infuses his dagger with magic, telling him in a hushed tone, “remember, Khyberlurk is our only lead to find Aggregate. Try not to kill them.” Shadowblack nods, then runs behind his brother, meeting them with a dagger to the chest. “Looks like it’s time for me to return the favor you offered me.” He remarks. Khyberlurk growls. Hog joins the fray, “you must be feeling pretty lonely right about now.” “I normally work alone,” they reply, sounding a bit less cool now. “Hit hard!” Hog urges as they swing hard at the assassin. Seemingly in trouble, Khyberlurk retrieves a stick and twists it. “Let’s make this more interesting,” they say as dark, acrid smoke billows out around them. They then run right up beside Vestige, menacingly.

As the others can’t see in the smoke, they rush out. Vestige reaches out and finds Khyberlurk, harming them with a necrotic touch before they flee melee. Shadowblack lunges at his sibling, and there’s a screech of metal on metal as his dagger connects. Hog slams one of the room’s doors shut in hopes of trapping their adversary. They drop their lantern. Khyberlurk shrinks back into the smoke cloud, vanishing. Realizing Khyberlurk is likely to flee, the sleuths brave the noxious cloud to seek them out, a difficult prospect given the obscuring darkness. Nobody’s able to find and point them out. Shadowblack runs into the area and pulls out a small stone disc, “alright. Everybody get down! I’m going to finish this!” But before he can set off the blast disc, there’s a crash of breaking glass! Khyberlurk is out the window!

The sleuths follow, Strategy and Carm both miss. Samanta, meanwhile, rushes in, “hold it right there!” She stabs them in the back, dropping them. Vestige rushes down to stabilize Khyberlurk before they can die on the ground. “Help me get their weapons away and tie them up!”

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Notables:

Khyberlurk, they/them, Shadowblack’s last living sibling, now a dangerous Blade in Aggregate’s inner circle. They killed Clever and attempted to kill the rest of the inquisitives too.

#pf2e #pathfinder campaign #pathfinder story #my post #my writing #hf&a llc #eberron #ttrpg story #ttrpg recap #session 13 #dnd campaign #vestige #hog 112 #strategy #samanta #carmine #warforged

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movedtoferinehuntress · 8 months

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☾ * ―― 𝕮ᴀɪᴛʟʏɴ & 𝕵ɪɴx 「 @independentzaun 」 ≣ I HATE YOU, BUT = ❝ from Jinx: they weren't going to listen to you, anyway. ❞

Almost instinctively, Caitlyn found herself lunging toward the trouble. Enforcers. Never in her life did she think that she would be in the undercity, attacking the very people she used to work side by with. That was until she released the depravity and corruption within the ranks. Piltover had glazed her eyes over as so many others with the lull of riches and beauty and masking their monstrosities with flourish dresses and fancy events. Progress? No, nothing about Piltover spoke of progress when they continued to for their hand and believe basic human rights were not to be given to "trenchers". A filthy name, one that held disgust on the lips of those who spoke it.

"I worked with you!" Caitlyn shouted, her sniper rifle butt slamming the rifle out of the way before flipping the point of her rifle up against the chest of the other enforcer. Her eyes glowered in anger, being treated less than human like so many others. Yes, she broke Jinx out of Stillwater, she had framed the entire event. She needed Jinx out; her sister was crumbling and both Vi and Jinx were taking to it badly. Jinx spiraled, her mental state dwindling to nothing more than chaotic struggles. Vi's aggression grew more and more violent, striking out at anything around her. And Caitlyn… she drove herself into the ground to make the perfect break out, setting off alarms, causing riots, and letting Vi spur it on. A "brief visit" turned into chaos and Caitlyn had hoped to Jinx would get the idea.

It worked, but now, she was facing the consequences for it. While no one knew she had caused the incident, documents had started to sprout up about her working with Jinx, even organizing bombings and trouble in Piltover. The once famed daughter of House Kiramman was now a fugitive, and enforcers were coming into Zaun to arrest her.

In truth, she doubted any of these enforcers cared. None of them looked at her like she was important anyway, even when she did work with them. Insults and sneers were all they gave her, but they were more than eager to turn against her. Her rifle slammed up against the head of the enforcer, cracking his glasses as she shouted in anger as her arms were grabbed and tugged backward. Snaps of her teeth came as she shouted in anger, her feet kicking like wild talons, and shoved up against the enforcer in front. However, there was a sudden spray of bullets from above and what sounded like a burst of angry laughter. Her arms were released as the enforcer behind her turned to lift his rifle, only to get shot cold, and his body fell to the ground. Blood splatter painted the wall, and pooled on the ground as Caitlyn gripped her rifle, placing it on her back. The five enforcers were all dead, and she stood in the massacre as blood pooled under her boots.

"Yeah, I didn't expect them to, they never listened before," Caitlyn shook her head, not sure how it had come to this. The bloody scene would bleed into the ground, as she reached over for the ladder and climbed up to the rooftop, looking down at the scene. "This is getting ridiculous," She would need to find a new place to stay, somehow her temporary shelter was now known, and no doubt others would come looking for her. "I have to find a new place to lay low again,"

#independentzaun #[muse] caitlyn — interactions.#[muse] caitlyn — answers.#[post canon verse] — its time for change.#tw: massacre #tw: blood

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Obey me characters with an MC who does reckless things because they're afraid of being a burden.

Self indulgent, comfort, angst Less headcannons, more drabbles.

First, in a group chat without MC: House of Lamentation (7) Satan: I just found MC in the kitchen, trying to open a can with a chef knife. Mammon: WHAT Mammon: Why would they wanna do something like that?? Asmo: (Wide eyed emoji) Belphie: Yea, that's stupid even for Mammon Mammon: HEY! Satan: They couldn't find the can opener, and they said they didn't want to bother anyone. Levi: That's actually kind of cute. Levi: It's just like the main character of this anime I just started watching who acts really tough and independent, but deep down is afraid to ask for help and just wants to be loved! Satan: That's not all Lucifer: it's not? Satan: Solomon saw MC yesterday climbing the bookshelves in the RAD library. Satan: Apparently they'd reached the sixth shelf before he could levitate them and the book they needed back to the ground. Beel: Are all humans like this? Lucifer: No. It seems we've found a particularly troublesome one. Levi: Actually I saw them do something similar earlier this week. Asmo: Oh no. Asmo: I bet Mammon's having a heart attack rn Mammon: (sweaty nervous emoji) Levi: They were standing on the counter trying to reach something on the top of the cabinets waaaay in the back. Belphie: That's not that bad Levi: They were also standing on an upside down pot because they were still too short. Levi: and they were wearing heels. Lucifer: Everyone, make sure to keep an eye on MC as often as possible

Lucifer

Sighs out loud reading the group chat

"And here I thought I would just have to protect MC from demon attacks"

He decides to have a talk with you once he gets a little time, and not just about safety. He has a whole lecture planned out about climbing the book cases at RAD.

Unfortunately he's swamped with paperwork and bills to go through, so he doesn't have the chance to talk to you right away.

The next day, however, you're all invited to the Demon Lord's Castle for another overnight retreat, or event of some sort.

Everyone is having fun and causing a ruckus, as usual, and at some point during the evening the group loses you.

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, but the palace is so huge you get lost even with directions. At a certain point you know you can find your way back and ask for help, but you can't bring yourself to, and decide to press on to try to find it yourself.

Eventually you find yourself standing in front of an ornate mirror with no reflection. You stop and ponder it for a moment, and as you're about to step away you hear a whisper. You can't make out what it says, but it compels you to step closer. In a corner of the reflected room you notice what looks like a puppet made of bone, with blackened eyes.

"~MC~..." An ethereal whisper, "...c...l...oser..." and in a blink of your eye it's closer to you, and you've stepped closer without realizing it.

Your heart is racing, but you can't stop yourself from reaching out to the mirror. Is it really a mirror...? Another blink and the bone puppet is closer. It tilts it's head at you, and outstretches an arm.

You try to pull back, but realize you can't, you're now mirroring the actions of the puppet as it steps closer, and closer.

Suddenly your vision goes black and you're pulled backwards by the waist, away from the mirror.

After a moment, Lucifer removes his gloved hand from over your eyes, and spins you to face him. He looks worried, frightened almost, but soon regains his composure.

"I thought you were going to the bathroom, MC" He says

It takes you a second to form words again, "I... I was.... I got lost" You had to really think hard about it for a moment.

Lucifer sighs, "You know the castle can be dangerous. If you weren't sure where to go, why not ask someone to show you?"

You were feeling particularly vulnerable after what had just happened, and so decided to be deeply honest, "I'm afraid of being a burden..." you mumble.

He's surprised by the admission, but pulls you close.

"Of all the burdens I've had to shoulder in this life, I promise that you are not one of them, MC" He whispers into your hair as he kisses the top of your head.

Mammon

Immediately goes to find you after he finishes reading the group chat.

He finds you doing something dangerous with a knife again, and grabs your wrist to stop you.

"Oi, human!" He only calls you that when he's angry, which is rare, "What do ya think yer doin'?"

"I'm just-" he cuts you off

"I don' wanna hear it!"

"Then why did you ask?" you're stare at him. Mammon's face reddens and he realizes he's still holding your wrist, so he gently takes the knife out of your hand and sets it down.

"I mean- What's goin' on with ya lately? Everyone says yer doin' a buncha dangerous stuff!" He put his hands on his hips and only resumes eye contact as he finishes his sentence.

"What do you-?"

"Like climbin' bookshelves, and whatever this is-!" He gestures to the knife and you look away. You're silent for a while; too long for Mammon to take, "C'mon, MC, talk to me" His voice finally softens, arms dropping to his sides. You finally meet his eyes, and the look of concern on his face is heartbreaking.

"I like doing things myself..." you can tell he's not buying it, "I... I just don't want to be a burden..." You admit quietly, voice wavering somewhat.

His eyes go wide, "...MC..." he says softly. Mammon pulls you in for a tight hug, one arm wrapping around your shoulders, and the other hand resting on the back of your head, and holds you like he'd do anything in the world to protect you, which he would.

"Listen up, 'cuz Mammon's gonna give you some free advice" you hear a sniffle, and realize he's crying.

His human was hurting like this, and he never even noticed. What kinda demon am I? He thought, but he knew this wasn't about him right now, so he held you tighter.

"You will never be a burden to me...Ya got that?"

Leviathan

Thinks its pretty adorable that you actually seem to be a little tsundere.

Because of this, and his social anxiety, he doesn't confront you about it right away. Not until the jellyfish incident anyway.

One night you're hanging out with Levi in his room, when you notice that one of his jelly fish decorations had fallen to the ground. So, you decide to string it back up for him.

You looked around, Levi absorbed in his game, and tried to judge the distance between the edge of the bed-tub and the ceiling. That should do it! you think, and climb the edge of the bed-tub. The edge was difficult to balance on, but you knew you'd be careful, and you could almost reach.

Levi turned around just in time to see you, arms stretched too far over your head and on your tip toes on the edge of the tub, and watched as you lose balance completely. He saw it, you were going to fall backwards toward the other side of the tub and crack your head!

Now, he may not be as fast as Mammon, but he is still a demon after all, and just as you felt the jolt of the fall as your foot slipped, you felt arms around your middle, pulling you forcefully forward.

Leviathan had jumped to your rescue, unconsciously changing into his demon form, discarding his controller unceremoniously to the floor, and in his panic underestimated his own strength.

The two of you ended up both landing on the floor, you on top of a very red Leviathan.

"Wh-wh-what were you doing normie?! You were about to fall and crack your skull on the tub!"

You guiltily hold up the jellyfish, "I was just trying to fix it"

"Well get a ladder next time!" It's taking everything in Levi to ignore the position your both in, because its' just like that time in- nevermind, this is more important.

"All you had to do was say something! I was sitting right there!" He still hasn't let you go. He sees the look on your face change into something he can't quite get a read on, but whatever it is, is also full of sadness. "You could have died just then, MC. Why wouldn't you just ask for some help?" His voice is softer, "I was right there" and softer still, almost desperate.

"I..." He could tell whatever you were about to say was difficult for you, "I'm just so afraid of being a burden"

He's heartbroken, "You're my best friend, my player two, my Henry th-the- the person I love" He goes red again and quickly continues as if to bury the words beneath more words, "You're a lot of things, MC, but you're not a burden"

Asmodeous

Worrying is bad for the skin. Worrying is bad for the skin. Worrying is bad for the skin. But he can't help it.

One night you get home particularly late, and none of the brothers have seen you. They were about to send out a search party when you finally came home.

When he finds out you walked home alone again, and were so late because you got lost, that's when he finally decides to confront you.

"You walked home alone again? And took WHICH street?! MC don't you know how dangerous it is for a human in the Devildom, especially one with no real magical powers? Not to mention in that area!"

How were you supposed to know? You were lost. He knows these things, but doesn't give you a chance to point them out.

"Beel saw you leave right after classes. If you were so lost why didn't you call one of us?" he asks. The worry and exasperation is plain in his voice.

"I..." you start, "I didn't want to bother anyone that's all" but he can tell there's more to it than that.

"Why are you so worried about bothering us? Don't you know we care about you?" He asks, concern slowly turning to sadness.

"I just don't want to be a burden..."

His eyes go wider than before, which you didn't think was possible. "What in the three realms would give you the idea that you're a burden? MC, you're so precious to me, and if anything were to ever happen, I-"

He begins welling up with tears and pulls you into a tight hug.

"MC, I was worried sick. We all were. Please... Come to me when you need help... I love you"

Satan

He walked in and found you trying to use a chef knife to open a can, brought you the can opener, and ultimately left; not entirely sure what to make of the situation yet.

The next time he saw you, you were climbing on top of an unsteady looking stack of books to reach something in the House's library.

Were those one of his stacks? Had you stacked them yourself? It didn't matter. What mattered was that the books all began slipping out from under you.

He rushed over, and caught you with ease as you fell, but your momentum ended up knocking you both to the ground.

He sighs, "What am I going to do with you?"

"Sorry, " you let out an embarrassed laugh, "Are you okay?"

"Yea, and you?" he asks. You nod, and he helps you up. To his confusion you immediately begin stacking the books back up.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asks, suspicious. It looks like you're about to try to climb the stack again.

"There's a book I need" He was right.

This must be how Lucifer feels. He sighs again, and grabs your hand to stop you.

"You can't keep doing stuff like this, MC. It's dangerous" He looks serious, but his cheeks are a little pink, "I'm worried about you. Why won't you ask for help?"

"I..." You start, but hesitate, averting your eyes.

"Tell me the truth, MC" Satan almost pleads, a sad look in his eyes.

"I don't want to be a burden... that's all..." You say, so quietly it's almost a sigh.

Suddenly it all made sense; the way you tried to hide when you were upset, how you always carried just a little too much, the way you always offered to help, even if there was little work to do... Why hadn't he put the pieces together before now?

"Then, I need you to do something for me" He says, after thinking a moment. He steps closer, "I need you to start asking for help,"

He pulls you close, and hugs you tightly, "I know it'll be difficult, but that's why I'll always be there for you"

He pulls away slightly, still holding you, to look into your eyes. His face is very red now, "I'll do whatever it takes to show you that you're not a burden," Kindness and determination burn in his eyes as he leans in for a kiss.

Beelzebub

He was walking down the hall when he spots you down at the other end near an open window.

The wind blew something out of your hand, so you leaned out the window to try to grab it. This is when Beel got worried, his instincts kicked in and he picked up his pace.

Your homework got caught by the wind, but stopped by some of the vines clinging to the House of Lamentation, so you leaned out the window but it was just out of reach. You knew you could get it if you could reach just a little further, so you lean out a little more... Just a little more...

Unfortunately that's when you lost balance, and felt yourself tip forward. You'd be out the window in no time flat, and then you'd be flattened on the ground.

Thankfully Beel was able to grab you by the waist and hoist you back inside to safety.

You thank him, and explain the situation but he still looks confused.

"Why wouldn't you just come get one of us? We could've easily gotten it down for you" he asks.

"I thought I'd be able to reach" you try, with an embarrassed and unconvincing smile.

"Tell me the truth, MC. Why are you so afraid to ask for help?"

"I don't want to be a burden..." You say softly, sadness written plainly on your face and in your voice.

"Oh" You look up and the sad, sympathetic look Beel gives you makes you want to cry. "I know the feeling"

"You do?" You ask, tears beginning to spill over

"You think I don't know how many problems my stomach causes for everyone?" He gives you a slightly more serious look, "But that doesn't matter" And now a reassuring, although still slightly sad smile, "Because the people who love and care about you will never think of you as a burden. And trust me, MC, there are plenty of people who love and care about you"

"Like who?" You didn't want to ask, part of your brain knew the answer, but you just had to silence those negative voices.

Beel blushed, "Like me" he says, then silently wipes the tears from your face and pulls you into the softest, safest hug you've ever felt.

Belphegor

He wasn't worried at all initially. Sure humans are fragile compared to demons, but they're not that fragile. Plus you've survived this long on your own and now you've got demons, angels, a prince, and a sorcerer all looking out for you. Not to mention the way brothers' tend to exaggerate.

He was laying outside under a large tree, intending to try out a new nap spot, when he saw you leaning out of the window.

He smiled and was about to wave when he realized something was wrong. You were leaning too far out of the window. You were going to-

He jolted upright like he'd been hit by lightning as he watched you lose your balance

He already knew there was no way he'd be able to make it to you in time, even with demonic speed.

Thankfully Beel was there. Belphie let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding when he saw Beel pull you back inside and got up to go make sure you're alright.

He realizes his brothers were right to be worried, and he's angry about it.

You're on your way back to your room by the time he catches up with you, but he can see that your eyes are red from crying, and his anger evaporates. He asks you what's wrong, and you explain everything.

Why you almost fell out the window, your conversation with Beel, and how you're afraid of being a burden.

"Well, Beel's right, you could never be a burden to any of us" He says, so don't even worry about it" he says, giving you an easy smile, despite how sad he felt for his human.

"That's... Easier said than done..." You reply, unconvinced.

"That's why I'll always be by your side, MC. I won't even give you the chance to worry about it!"

He pulls you into a hug and strokes your hair, starting the waterworks all over again. He'll hold you until you've calmed down again, and then pull you up to the attic where you two can make a pillow fort and nap.

He'll probably also start a tickle fight just to hear you laugh again.

Btw, who made you feel this way, MC, he just wants to murder torture talk.

Diavolo

Lucifer has shared his concerns, as he often does, so Diavolo is aware of your reckless nature. He finds it somewhat amusing, but mostly concerning.

It's during one of the events that he finally witnesses it for himself.

He always found it sweet how you tried to help everyone, and you were doing it again. You were running around helping all of the brothers with everything. He doesn't know how those seven managed without you before you came to the Devildom, and the way they rely on you is more than a little amusing.

This time you were helping Asmo with decorations, but he seemed to have disappeared somewhere, no doubt to fix his makeup, or to take a break to avoid sweating too much.

When Diavolo walked in his eyes went wide. You were using progressively taller stacks of chairs to climb the tallest stack in the room in order to hang decorations on the ceiling, and your arms were so full of supplies that there was no way you could balance properly on the already unsteady stacks.

He'd already made it to the base of the stacks when the one you were on started to wobble.

"MC!" he called out in a panic, but this seemed to startle you, and the jolt caused you, the stack of chairs, and all your decorations to come crashing down.

Diavolo caught you effortlessly, and shielded you from any flying chairs in the process.

"Mc, are you okay?" He asks, eyes still wide, "what in the Devildom were you thinking?"

"Sorry, I was just trying to help" you say

He feels anger towards the brothers creeping in the back of his mind. That they would leave you alone, with so much work, and still none of them are to be found after such a loud crash; it's unacceptable. But he pushes those thoughts back for now.

"That was dangerous, even for a demon. You could have been seriously injured just now," The look of concern on his face tugs at your heart.

"Sorry" you mumble again, "You can put me down, now... I should start cleaning up"

"Forgive me for being selfish," He smiles a little, "But I don't think I want to put you down just yet. The clean up can wait"

Your face reddens. You're not sure what to say to that, but you can't deny that it feels good to be held like this in his strong arms.

He looks briefly around at the mess of scattered chairs and decorations that you had intended to hang and clean up by yourself, "Tell me, MC," He looks back to you, "You seem to have a hard time asking for help, why is that?"

You're surprised by the directness of the question, and look away. He notices, and feels a bit guilty, but knows that if things continue the way they are, you will definitely get hurt one day.

"I guess it's because... I'm afraid of being a burden" you answer honestly. You feel that you owe him that much.

"I see..." He hums, then smiles happily, "Then perhaps I should carry you around until you admit that you are not a burden!"

"WHAT?" the look on your face makes him laugh heartily.

"Just kidding!" He chuckles, "...Maybe"

"Diavolo that's- I-"

"You are extraordinary, MC," There's a serious look on his face now, "In fact I could describe you in a million different ways, but the word 'burden' would never be among them"

He begins walking out of the room, still carrying you in his arms.

"What are you doing? What about the decorations?"

"I think I'd like to keep you to myself for the day, if that's alright with you, my dear" Diavolo smiles down at you.

As you two walk down the hall, away from the ballroom you hear the brothers' voices as they enter, "Whoa? What the heck happened in here?" Mammon exclaims.

Barbatos

He had invited you for tea, and you offered to help Barbatos make and serve it.

You try to carry too much, and in your rush drop the entire tray, shattering the beautiful tea set and all of the plates of desserts.

"I'm so sorry!" You immediately bend down and begin tying to pick up the pieces, "I'll replace it-" You stop as you realize that you're not sure you could even afford to replace a royal tea set.

"Allow me to help" Barbatos says, bending down.

"No, no, it's fine! I can get it!" You look up and give him an unconvincing smile, and while you're not paying attention to what you're doing, you slice your hand open on one of the sharp pieces of porcelain.

Barbatos pulls a roll of gauze and bandages out of one of his pockets, "Let's get this taken care of, shall we?" he says, but you're still picking up pieces with your other hand.

"I can do it, I just-..."

"It's only a tea set," As Barbatos stills your frantic hands, he notices your tears.

"I'm sorry," You finally say after a long moment of silence, during which he begins bandaging your injured hand, "I tried to help, but I was still only a burden after all..." Barbatos is surprised by this admission, to say the least.

"You should know that It makes me very happy to be able help and take care of people. I especially enjoy the way your face lights up with a tinge of surprise whenever I do something for you that you are not expecting..." He pauses in thought, and looks as though he's realized something that makes him sad, but whatever it is, he keeps it to himself. He finishes bandaging your hand, and places his on the side of your face.

"MC, It is a pleasure, and genuinely brings me joy to be able to do things for you. Please allow me to help you more often."

He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and dries your tears.

He leads you to sit in a comfortable chair, "Please, rest until you feel better, and allow me to take complete care of you today"

He makes some tea and food for you both to share and makes sure you don't have to lift a finger for the rest of the day, leaving the broken tea set completely forgotten on the floor in the other room for the time being.

He always has kind words for you whenever you see each other, and while he enjoys your help in the kitchen, he always makes sure not to let you do too much, and he never lets you clean up.

He takes extra care of you from now on, and Diavolo finds it absolutely adorable, though he may be a tiny bit jealous.

Solomon

You might've actually given this man a heart attack.

He would've thought it was funny if it hadn't looked like the bookshelf was about to come crashing down on top of you.

"Don't worry! I'm used to climbing things; I'm careful!" You try to convince him, "That does not, in fact, make me feel any better, MC"

He dedicates time to teaching you a levitation spell or two, depending on your magical abilities, so you don't have to climb things any more.

As he's teaching you he decides to ask you about the book shelf incident.

"Something's been on my mind lately" He says, turning to you as you practice. You ask him what it is as you turn your attention to his face and notice that he looks troubled. "The other day, in the library. You knew I was there, sitting nearby... Why didn't you just ask for my help?"

"Oh, I just thought I could get the book myself" That wasn't the answer he was looking for, so he presses on.

"But surely it would've been easier to use a ladder, then. wouldn't it?"

"Well... I- uh- wasn't sure where they were" you sounded a little embarrassed, and turned your attention back to the spell.

Solomon looks a little saddened, "Hmm..." he pauses. You didn't want his help and you didn't even want to ask him a simple question? "MC, is there a reason you didn't want to ask me for help?" Watching you, he saw that the question gave you pause.

"I... have a hard time asking for help sometimes..." You admit, hoping that's the end of it. But of course, it isn't.

"Oh?" he gently prompts you to explain.

He can tell that you're only pretending to pay attention to the spell now, to avoid eye contact, "I've just always been afraid of being a burden"

His face grows sadder for a moment, but you continue to avoid his gaze. He folds his arms, and moves a closed fist to his chin in thought.

"I think that sometimes, not asking for help can be more of a burden" he says, finally catching your attention. You look up questioningly and he continues in a gentle voice, "Think about it, you're placing too much of the burden on yourself, which is making everyone around you worry. And besides that, what if you get hurt? Then you'll need more help from others than you would have in the first place"

It's your turn to look troubled. You hadn't realized that you were worrying everyone, or that you were causing them trouble.

He lets you think for a moment, before placing a comforting hand on your back.

"MC, it's okay to rely on others. People like it when you ask for help. It makes them feel special to you" He says, and when you look up he's giving you one of the kindest smiles you've ever seen on this shady magic boomer's face.

He hopes you catch his little hint, I want to feel special to you, MC

"Thank you, Solomon. I'd never thought of it that way" you smile back, "I'll try to ask for your help more often"

"I'll look forward to it!" He says with an even brighter smile.

Simeon

He noticed just in time; you had decided to walk home alone again and two suspicious looking demons were about to corner you down an alley.

You were scared, you think they had been following you for at least a couple blocks, and now you had nowhere to go. You were at a dead end.

"You two want to leave." A familiar voice, "NOW." Simeon was smiling, but he looked so intimidating in the shadow of the alley, and something ominous was also radiating off of him. Was he angry?

"C'mon it's not worth it" one of the demons said, "Killjoy" said the other. Simeon watches them leave with an intimidating expression before finally approaching you.

"MC, are you alright?" He asks, features now full of concern.

"Yea! Thanks for that, I was starting to get a little worried"

The concern on his face grows, didn't you know how much danger you'd been in just then? "Those two had been following you for a while... Why didn't you call out for help? Or call someone on your D.D.D?"

"Well... I- I just thought maybe they were walking in the same direction, so I wasn't sure..." You sounded nervous.

How could you be unsure? Simeon had never seen a more suspicious looking pair of demons in his life, and if you'd heard what they were saying they wanted to do to you, you'd understand why he was angry. He sighs.

He notices you're shaking, ever so slightly. Maybe you had overheard... You seemed to be more shaken than you were trying to let on.

In the silence he realizes that this part of town wouldn't be part of your normal route back to the House of Lamentation, "Were you lost?" You nod. "Why not ask for directions?" He asks

"Everyone was so busy when I left RAD... I didn't want to bother them. They're always taking care of me as it is... I just thought..."

So that's why you were walking home alone

"I'll walk you back then" he offers you his hand, and you want to take it, but to his surprise you can't bring yourself to.

"That's alright! You've already done so much for me. I'm sure I can find my way home now!" You try to force a smile, but Simeon can see right through you.

"MC... What's really going on?" His face is serious again but his voice is kind as he steps closer and rests a hand on your shaking arm.

You can't hold back tears any more, "I... Just don't... want to be a burden... to anyone" The quiet words break Simeon's heart.

Who could've made you feel this way?

He draws you into a strong, gentle hug, cradling the back of your head to hold you closer and stroke your hair.

"Don't ever think like that, MC" He breathes into your ear, "You are so loved"

Luke

You're going to give this smoll baby angel a heart attack, and there's not much he can even do to about it.

You were carrying too much, like you always do, and Luke noticed almost too late.

You were heading straight for the stairs, and your books and supplies were stacked too high for you to see!

"MC, LOOK OUT!" he shouts.

You stop just as your foot passes the threshold of the first stair and you feel the drop.

You drop everything you're carrying, but thanks to Luke's warning you stopped your own momentum before you could tumble down the stairs with everything else.

Relief floods through Luke as you stare at the mess, shaken and disheartened by the prospect of the clean up.

He runs to you, demanding to know that you're okay.

Of course he helps you clean up and carries as much as he can for you.

He's always offering to carry things for you now, even if all you have is a book or two.

He keeps a nervous eye on you from now on too.

Give this poor baby angel a hug.

#obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #asmodeous #satan #beelzebub #belphegor #diavolo #barbatos #solomon #simeon #luke #angst #comfort

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A Small Problem - Part 1

My version of @deyageka’s Childinnit au. 3145 words

Dream revived Tommy, but there were unforeseen consequences

"Dweam! I hungy," Tommy complained, he had appeared in the cell after getting revived, with almost no memory of his life. And he looked to be only five or six years old.

"Look kid, all I have are potatoes," Dream snapped. He didn't know which was worse, teen Tommy that actively disregarded him and never listened, or toddler Tommy who was just annoying and never stopped complaining.

"No, no poo-tato," he grabbed the potato Dream had handed him and chucked it in the lava. Tommy had been talking with the same mocking tone all week.

"You have got to be kidding me," Dream glared at Tommy, resisting the urge to kill him again, knowing it would be better if he was alive, even in this state.

"La, la, la, I'm singing, I'm like Wilby," Tommy said, knowing perfectly well he was getting on Dream's nerves.

"Oh thank god," Dream said when he heard footsteps echoing over the lava. "Sam! Get this child out of here!"

"Hi Sam!" Tommy yelled, his high pitched voice hardly recognizable by Sam. "You have a funny name! I am looking for Wilbur!"

"T-Tommy?" Sam said, the disbelief clear in his voice. "Tommy go the the corner in the water!"

"Why?" Tommy asked, clearly not getting the urgency of the situation.

"Just do it you child," Dream demanded, pushing Tommy towards the corner of the cell.

"Okee," Tommy made his way over and stood in the water. Within seconds he was on the other side with Sam. "Hallo! Hehe, Techno always says that. Ooh! I'm big and scawy like Techno!"

"I'm so confused, how are you alive, and why are you, younger," Sam said, not expecting a response.

"I dunno," Tommy shrugged and with a huge smirk began running away from Sam. "Weeeee, freedom!"

"Tommy!" Sam ran after him, eventually cornering him as Tommy came up to the other lava. Noticing the kid's fearful and entranced expression as he started at the lava.

"No, lava bad," he muttered, backing away from it, he didn't know why, he just didn't like it. "Where's Wilbur?"

"I don't know, why don't you come with me and we'll find him," Sam reached his hand out for Tommy to take. Eventually he did. Looking between the lava and Tommy, Sam didn't feel right making him go through all the protocol, not like this. So he lead Tommy through the guards' secret passageways until they got to the main entrance of the prison.

"What is this place," Tommy asked, "why is Dweam in there?"

"This is a place where bad people go, and Dream is a very bad man," Sam said, leading him to the lockers. "Go into the chest and give me the card in there."

"Are you going to put Techno in there," Tommy asked, opening the ender chest and pulling out what Sam had told him.

"Not unless I have to," Sam said, the thought had crossed his mind, but if he did attempt to Phil would defend Techno. The two were powerful, but had stayed isolated in the mountains and didn't currently pose a threat.

"Is this all mine," Tommy looked at the contents in the regular chest in wonder.

"Yes, but we can leave it here or I can hold onto it until we figure this out," Sam said, talking about getting Tommy back to his normal age.

"But it's mine," Tommy said, he pulled out the axe and tried swinging it around, but the weight was made for someone bigger and stronger than him so he ended up falling to the ground. "Uh, you have it. Too heavy."

"I'll give it back as soon as you get back to normal," Sam said, ruffling Tommy's hair as he put the Axe of Peace back. "But first let's get out of here."

"Okay," Tommy said and Sam took him to the secondary exit he made just in case. They landed down in the water the prison had been built on and Sam helped Tommy swim to the shore.

"Tunnel!" Tommy said, pointing at the tunnel leading to Snowchester. "Let's go there!"

"Alright, I'll take you to Snowchester." Sam crafted a boat and got in, with Tommy getting in behind him, humming to himself as they headed towards the snowy biome.

"Who lives here," Tommy asked, taking in every bit of detail and rubbing his hands together to warm up.

"Tubbo does, I think Foolish and Ranboo do as well," Sam said, he knew he would have to go back to the prison to double check all the safety protocol and move Tommy's items.

"Tubbo," Tommy perked up, "let's see Tubbo!"

"I don't think he's here right now," Sam said, he would have to go back to the Dream SMP to see if Puffy or anyone else could watch Tommy, but then he'd have to explain what happened. "Come on Tommy."

"I'm cold," he said, trudging through the snow behind Sam to Tubbo's cabin.

"I know, but you need to stay here while I go do some things," Sam said, grabbing a cloak from a chest and wrapping it around Tommy. "I don't think Tubbo will mind if you look around."

"Who's up there," Tommy asked, hearing noises from the attic. He went over to the ladder and climbed up and opened the trapdoor to see Micheal entertaining himself. "Hallo! I'm Tommy."

"Oh, that's Micheal," Sam said, climbing up behind him. "Be careful. I have to go. Don't go outside, okay?"

"Okee," Tommy said, looking intently at Micheal as he snorted to himself. Tommy then made some piglike noises, making the young zombie piglin perk up and squeal in excitement.

"Wait, you know piglin," Sam asked, pausing as he started back down.

"Techno teached me, he's a pig-in," Tommy said, then made more noises and the two children continued to talk to each other. "Go away now."

"Well have fun, stay safe Tommy," Sam said, climbing down and closing the doors behind him.

Michael started to point at the photos of him, Ranboo, and Tubbo. Tommy looked at them and searched his memory, as far as he could remember Phil didn't have any pictures like that. Michael oinked as he offered Tommy a handful of cake. His stomach rumbled as he looked at the treat.

"Here I can give you a potato," Tommy said, offering one of the raw potatoes he had left over from the prison. "I don't like them." Michael lit up and took the potatoes, happily eating them.

"Hi Michael," Tubbo came up to see them, they hadn't even heard him open the door. "I'm back buddy."

"Michael wishes you and Ranboo were home more, and he's cold," Tommy said, pulling Tubbo's attention to him. "Hallo!"

"I- hello, who are you," Tubbo asked, he didn't think any other children were on the server, let alone human children.

"It's me, Tommy, remember me Tubbo," Tommy grinned, cake frosting covering his mouth. Tubbo froze. There was no way, it was impossible, he was seeing things. He had to be. Slowly Tubbo climbed back down the ladder.

"How is he," Ranboo asked, carrying a armful of red berry branches, he had slowly been working on clearing out all the berry bushes so Michael could safely walk around outside.

"I-I uh, he's cold," Tubbo stammered, still not fully processing what he found out.

"I can make him a coat, we do have the extra fabric," Ranboo said, he climbed up the ladder to see Tommy and Michael.

"You need this more than I do," Tommy pulled off the cloak and wrapped it around Michael. "I'll ask them to put a fireplace up here."

"Well hello there, who are you," Ranboo said, closing the trapdoor behind him. He sat down in front of the boys.

"Tommy," he said gleefully, "I was stuck with a bad man called Dweam, Sam took me here. He's looking for Wilbur."

"I- okay, do you remember anything before that," Ranboo asked, wondering if he knew everything that Tommy did. "Do you remember me?"

"Uh, no, but you're Ranboo right?" Tommy asked, "and why is Dweam in prison? What bad things did he do?"

"Well he killed multiple people, he blew up something that used to be Tubbo's, he stole some things of yours and did alot of bad things to you," Ranboo said, not mentioning how Dream had used him as well.

"Well I don't remember," Tommy said, he looked at Michael who had been jumping in the corner and snorted to him. "He wants to go outside."

"You understand him," Ranboo asked, he had been trying to find a book on piglin but now that he knew Tommy could speak it that would be a big help.

"Yeah, Techno taught me," Tommy said, making Ranboo feel stupid. Of course, he should have asked Techno to teach him, but then again he had no idea when he would wake up, and he might end up having to tell Techno about Michael.

"What do you remember," Ranboo asked, trying to get a better idea of what happened to Tommy, even if he wouldn't remember.

"Uh, Philza and Wilbur are my family, Techno is a friend of Dadza's, he was the ruler of some place," Tommy stifled a yawn, "the Antarctic Empire."

"Do you want to stay here until Sam comes back," Ranboo asked, Tommy nodded, leaning his head against him.

"Mhm," Tommy mumbled, the events of the past week finally catching up with him. Now that he was outside and could see the sun his lack of sleep started to take hold.

"I'll see if we have an extra blanket," Ranboo said as Michael looked at Tommy curiously. He went down the ladder to see Tubbo muttering to himself.

"Ranboo, please tell me I was just seeing things up there," Tubbo said, pacing around. "Cause I thought I saw Tommy, young Tommy."

"Oh he's there alright," Ranboo said, "I didn't believe it at first, but of course I've never seen young Tommy. So he couldn't have been an illusion."

"But how is he alive," Tubbo said, sitting down on one of the chests.

"Maybe Sam will know, cause Tommy doesn't remember why he was in there," Ranboo said, he grabbed their extra blanket. "But he is cute like this."

"Don't let him know that," Tubbo let out a small chuckle. When Ranboo went back up Tommy had fallen asleep in Michael's bed, Michael was lying down by him.

"Tubbo, get up here, you need to see this," Ranboo whisper yelled.

"What is it," Tubbo came up and 'aww'ed when he saw the two boys sleeping next to each other. "I forgot how peaceful he is when asleep."

"He sleeps like a baby," Ranboo said, "we're not letting this go when he gets back to normal, right?"

"Definitely not," Tubbo laughed, imagining the amount of teasing they could do with this.

"Ranboo, Tubbo, are you guys here," Sam called from downstairs.

"Shh, Tommy just fell asleep," Ranboo jumped down with Tubbo following behind. "So why is he like this?"

"Dream said he brought Tommy back," Sam said, "and he isn't happy this happened."

"Back, like back from the dead," Tubbo clarified.

"Yes, I'm going to try to look through my books and see if there's anyway to fix this," Sam said, "I just wanted to make sure Tommy was okay, are you guys good to watch him? If not I'm sure I could find Puffy or someone else."

"Well once he wakes up I could take Tommy with me, he's talked alot about Phil and Techno," Ranboo offered.

"I don't know, Phil hasn't been the best parent to Tommy in the past," Sam said, "I'd much rather have him stay here, where I know he's safe."

"Well we can't keep this a secret forever, the entire server knows he died," Tubbo said.

"But if the Eggpire knows he's alive they'll go after him," Sam said, "Sam Nook warned me that they were trying to kill him."

"I think alot more than just them were after him," Ranboo said, "If I remember correctly Niki said Jack had tried to kill him." He left out the part of Niki trying to as well, but she had changed, and she was part of the Syndicate.

"So we keep this between us right now, once we get Tommy aged back up he can decide what he wants to do," Sam said.

"I'll look through Phil's library for a solution," Ranboo pulled out his book to write down a reminder.

"We still have to tell someone, there's going to be times when we're all busy," Tubbo said, "and Tommy's not going to be as willing as Michael to stay here all day."

"I think we can trust Puffy, and possibly Quackity, that way he can be around different people," Sam said, he would have to check how close Tommy and Quackity were. Foolish was an option as well, and could protect Tommy if it came to it, but with the Eggpire attacking Foolish he wasn't so sure.

Later that day Ranboo had met up with Philza to help him work on his cabin. Phil was in the basement, trading with Techno's villagers.

"So Phil, can I ask you about something?" Ranboo said, coming down to help him.

"Of course mate, what's up," Phil said.

"What's the 'Antarctic Empire'," Ranboo asked, what Tommy said earlier stuck with him. And he knew it was safer to ask Phil before Techno.

"Do not ever bring that up with Techno," Phil said, his tone dark and warning. "Where the fuck did you hear that?"

"I- uh, Ghostbur mentioned something about it so I got curious," Ranboo lied, remembering that Sam had wanted to keep Tommy on the down-low for the time being.

"Alright, just don't tell Techno that I told you," Phil said, "the Antarctic Empire is a land far from here, it's where Techno lived before coming here. It's not quite an empire anymore and is the reason he hates government. He saw the state of everyone who lived there and hated himself for it. So he ended his reign and went into hiding, watching as the Empire tore themselves apart."

"That's crazy," Ranboo said, "but it does explain alot."

The next day Sam had run into Quackity while trying to find Puffy or Ranboo. He needed someone to watch Tommy, but Tuboo said he had other things to do.

"Oh thank god, Quackity can you do something for me," Sam said, stopping him.

"Uh, what is it," Quackity asked as Sam threw a book to him.

"Read that and go into the second floor suite of Tommy's hotel," Sam said, "you are to tell no one, if you have any questions find Tubbo or Ranboo."

"What the fuck, I have things I need to do myself," Quackity called as Sam ran off to finish repairing the prison, but with the mining fatigue he didn't know how long it would take him. Quackity sighed as he looked at the book, it wasn't titled and he decided to just pocket it. He walked to the hotel and when he confirmed Jack wasn't there, went up where Sam told him.

"Hallo!" Tommy waved, making Quackity jump. "Are you Big Q?"

"No, no, no," Quackity shook his head, it had to be some cruel joke.

"No?" Tommy said, "are you sad?"

"No! What's your name?" Quackity said, there was no way this was Tommy. He wasn't a kid, he was dead.

"Tommy, I'm five," he said, then walking back to what he was doing. He took a yellow paper he had cut out and put together, and put it on his head. It was a crown. "I'm like Techno!"

"Okay, but why are you a child," Quackity pulled out the book and began to read it. It explained to him the situation as far as they knew, that he was to keep Tommy hidden, and the added death threat if anything happened to Tommy.

"What's wrong with being a child," Tommy asked, everyone had been talking as if him being like this was wrong. This statement make Quackity burst out laughing, the older Tommy would have never said that.

"I don't know, I mean you're probably less of a handful at this age," Quackity said, ruffling Tommy's hair. He had to make the most of this, and he had the perfect idea of how. "How would you like to help me annoy an old grumpy ghost?"

"Sure," Tommy grabbed the moth toy he had spent all of last night begging Sam and Tubbo to make. "Ready."

"What's your moth's name," Quackity asked as he and Tommy left the hotel. Tommy waved by to Sam Nook as they passed him.

"His name is Clementine," Tommy said, Quackity tried not to laugh again as his British accent fully came out when he said the name. "And you have to say it just like me."

"Okay kid," Quackity spotted Jack in the distance, he was coming in their direction. "Listen to me, we're going to play superheroes right now. My name is Big Q, and yours, what's a name you like?"

"Bird man!" Tommy said, Quackity shook his head, there was no way Jack would buy that. "No, um, Sleepy Boi! It's what Wilbur would call us."

"That works. Now I need you to tell everyone you see that's your name, cause we're under cover and we can't let anyone know our real names," Quackity said, he just had to hope Jack would fall for it.

"Okee Big Q," Tommy said as they passed Jack. He originally walked right by, but did a double take when he saw Tommy.

"Wait is that- no that's impossible," Jack stopped, he said it to no one in particular, but Quackity had heard him.

"Who? This kid," Quackity asked, playing it off. "Why don't you tell Jack your name."

"I'm Sleepy Boi!" Tommy said, putting his fist in the air. There was a moment of confusion on Jack's face, but he seemed to buy it.

"Well if this little guy wants to have a room in my hotel, I might be willing to give it at a discount," Jack said, "well I have work to do, see you around Big Q."

"But that's my hotel," Tommy said as Jack went out of earshot, "Sam told me."

"Well right now you're not old enough to own the hotel," Quackity said, "and because Jack is the only employee he automatically got ownership when you were in the prison."

"I'm going to fire him as soon as I take it back," Tommy said, his head held high.

"Alright, you do that," Quackity chuckled, there was a small chance he would actually do that once they found a way to fix him.

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Temporary Home: Chapter 15

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: Peter and you have started another prank war. Who will come out on top?

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Author’s Note: Thanks to anon for submitting this idea for a cute fluffy scene to include in the story! Also, for my records this chapter ends on day 29 of the Guardians living with reader. Enjoy!

Word Count: 6,812

It soon became clear that the prank war was back on.

Just as you had resolved to the previous night, you squirted lemon juice in Peter's coffee when he wasn't looking.

He made a face upon tasting his ruined coffee, but just gave you a look of sleepy contempt as he dumped it in the sink rather than complaining. He knew what he had done to deserve it. However, that didn't mean he wasn't going to get you back.

He had his revenge later in the sitting room. He called you over, stating he had a question about a book. When you got closer to him, he then asked, "Hey, do you smell popcorn?"

You raised an eyebrow, and of course took in a big whiff. Big mistake.

You immediately gagged, your nostrils having been assaulted by the rankest smelling fart you think could have ever been expelled from a human body. It even rivaled Yondu's incident with dairy.

Peter lost it, doubling over with laughter as you backed away with your mouth and nose covered.

"Ugh! You nasty fecker! Oh my god!" you cried out, still backing away. "What's wrong with you!"

Kraglin, Drax, and Rocket were now also laughing from their places near the television. Drax laughed the loudest, saying, "Quill! That was brilliant! I'm not even mad that I lost the bet! HAHAHA! I'm going to try that!"

The bet he was referencing had happened moments prior, when Peter saw you in the hall and hurried into the sitting room whispering to his friends that he bet 20 units he could make you willingly smell his farts. Ah, what an immature lot they are.

You would have smacked Peter, but that would mean getting closer to him and the smell and you thought better of it, instead turning with the intent to leave the room completely, leaving them still laughing in your wake with only revenge on your mind.

You tried to think about what you had at your disposal, and remembered that you still had the whoopee cushion after you had snatched it back from Kraglin during the last prank war. You kind of wish you knew where your spider went though. It proved marvelously effective last time. After Peter threw it at you and it resulted in your arm getting injured, you hadn't really thought about what happened to it afterwards until now. You obviously hadn't taken it, so you just assumed that it must still be with Peter. You momentarily considered looking in his room for it, but the thought of searching through his stuff felt strange to you, even if you would be looking for your own toy.

You remembered the sticky notes in your desk up stairs and thought if worse came to worse, you could always pull a classic "Kick me" sign.

You decided a walk might help you consider your options better and so you collected your earbuds from the hall table and made your way towards the back door. You noticed Gamora in the kitchen on your way, and realized she might actually have the answer to one of your questions.

"Um, hey, Gamora?"

She turned to give you her attention. "Yes?"

"I was wondering..." You suddenly felt ridiculous for asking, but pushed it down, "if maybe you had seen if Peter still had that toy spider of mine? I was wondering if I might have it ba-"

"Nuh-uh. That ain't happening."

You raised an eyebrow in surprise, but not at her, for she hadn't been the one to answer, and she was just as surprised by this sudden third-party interjection.

It had been Yondu who had spoken, and he spoke again. "I'm the one that's got it, and I ain't givin' it back." He sat at the table looking at you with his arms crossed and wearing a smirk, as if daring you to complain about it. He had snatched it the night you dislocated your elbow, around the time he was scolding Peter and Kraglin and calling an end to that prank war himself after it had resulted in an injury.

You raised both eyebrows in surprise now. "Excuse you?" you say, surprised at his boldness and a bit irritated at how he now seemed like a scolding teacher who had confiscated contraband from a naughty child.

"Yondu, you can't just steal her property." Gamora chided.

"Ya heard me. Last time she and Quill had it that happened," he gestured to your arm. "So I'm keeping it since clearly neither of the two of 'em seem to have any sense. She wouldn't be askin' for it back if they weren't gettin' into it again."

You exchanged a look with Gamora. Her expression told you that she seemed to agree with his argument, but didn't want to risk saying so, and that she now seemingly regretted being involved in this situation.

Deciding you were on your own you opened your mouth to tell him off, but before you could he spoke again.

"Don't try denyin' it either. I saw ya putting that sour juice stuff in his coffee. I know the two of ya are back at it again with that prank war stuff," he said almost smugly. "Ya ain't getting it back." He didn't want another prank war to result in more injuries, and if he was honest, he was still slightly salty about having been caught in the crossfire of one of your pranks that had been meant for Peter. He thought outright admitting to confiscating your spider toy would hopefully send the message to you to knock it off before you got started.

You bit your lips and narrowed your eyes at him, half embarrassed at being called out like that. You then shook your head. You were not about to demand or beg for the return of a rubber spider like a child. You straightened your back slightly and said, "Whatever. Keep it then. Don't care." in your best flippant tone. You turned away, putting in your earbuds and added, "Going for a walk. Try not to burn the house down," as you exited out the back door and left the two of them in the kitchen.

You didn't need that spider anyways.

***

It was a cooler day out, overcast in a way that made you think it might rain that night, and you were glad you thought to grab a jacket before you left for your walk. You thought you might visit your old tree, and assess that old door while you were out there. There wasn't a whole lot you could do with your arm still in a brace, but you knew you could still at least open it and give it a general look to see what you might need to build a new door for it.

However, when you got there you quickly realized that the door was simply too awkwardly big and slightly too flimsy due to decay from the elements to risk trying to open it with just one arm. You didn't want to risk falling in it and either causing further injury and/or not be able to climb back out if it turned out the ladder rungs descending into the tunnel were bad too. You were now kicking yourself for not having fixed it months ago when you first noticed how bad it had gotten. At least at that period of time your arm wasn't in a brace and you didn't have eight houseguests to worry about.

You sighed. For now you settled on making a list in your phone of the different materials you'd need to make a sturdier door in the future when you were less... indisposed. No big deal. The world wasn't going to end if you couldn't fix it immediately, and honestly it was probably dumb of you to come out there right now in the first place. Sure, maybe you could get the door built in your current state. Maybe. If no one was around to see you breaking the doctor's orders on the weight restriction and then tell on you to Fury. But that didn't change the fact that you'd then need to carry it out there somehow. Something you definitely couldn't do in your current state. There was perhaps the option to bring the materials out there and assemble them on-sight, but you knew you couldn't carry them out there in a timely fashion either. Could you if you asked for help? Absolutely. Were you going to? Not a chance.

You hung out around the tree for a bit, just listening to music before deciding to head back, and that's when you noticed some pine cones littering the ground.

This gave you an idea. You remembered once when you were little and your dad took you and your brother camping. Your brother had hidden pinecones in the bottom of your sleeping bag. Your feet came in contact with the foreign objects, and being met with weird almost scaly feeling forms instead of the softness of your sleeping bag made you jump right out of said bag with a shriek.

You grinned. You had found your revenge prank. You only hoped that it would have the same effect on a grown man finding these at the foot of his bed as it did on seven-year-old you finding them in your sleeping bag.

Now you had another reason to be glad you wore a jacket. You could hide the pinecones in the pockets as well as hiding them inside the jacket itself and zip them inside.

You loaded up several pinecones. Enough to be sure he'd notice when crawling into bed, but not so many that they'd be noticed as you snuck them into the house.

You arrive back at the house to find the house mostly quiet, and it made you worry that Peter might be in his room and you wouldn't be able to place the pinecones.

However, just to your luck, you managed to catch a glimpse of him and a few others out front through the kitchen window. Perfect.

You quickly make your way upstairs and headed towards Peter's room. The upstairs seemed to be empty and you were just about to congratulate yourself on your good fortune as you already started pulling pinecones out of your pockets, until you noticed Rocket standing in Peter and Gamora's room.

Seeing him caused you to start and you dropped a couple of your pinecones on the ground due to your arm brace hampering your ability to reflexively catch them before they fell. The sound of the pinecones hitting the floor caused Rocket to startle in turn.

"Uh..." you said awkwardly, stepping into the room and picking up your pinecones, "What you doing?"

Rocket, who had been digging through a dresser drawer, responded with, "...Nuttin. What are you doing?" He eyed the pinecones in your hands.

"Nothing." You responded.

An awkward silence fell for a moment. You both knew the other wasn't really supposed to be there, that the only reason for being there right then was mischief of some sort, and you both knew that the other knew that you knew. There was only one thing for it.

Rocket spoke again. "Right..."

You nod. "Yes... good. So... carry on then?"

Rocket nodded slowly. "Yeah..." He turned back to looking for whatever it was he was snooping for.

Taking the hint, the unspoken 'I won't tell if you won't," you carried out your plan, removing the pinecones from your jacket and placing them at the foot of Peter's bed under the blankets.

You finished quickly, catching Rocket's gaze again before you left. A silent nod was all that was exchanged and you were on your way.

***

The rest of the day was mostly uneventful. You read, you listened to music, you got roped into a game of Monopoly that went on far too long because Mantis kept needing reminded of the rules. You didn't entire blame her. It was pretty obvious that it was everyone but Peter's first time playing.

Speaking of Peter, you were surprised he hadn't tried to mess with you the entire game, and you wondered if Gamora might have got on him after hearing Yondu say he could tell that the two of you were starting in on another prank war, or if Yondu had scolded him himself.

Sometime after the game had finished- Gamora won, and Peter pouted- you went to get a drink from the kitchen. When you returned to the sitting room to grab another book to bring upstairs to read you saw Drax approach Yondu and ask, "Yondu, do you smell popcorn?"

Not wanting to sit through another round of what Peter had done to you that morning, you quickly grab a random Sci-Fi/Fantasy book from the shelf and turn to get out of there just in time to hear Yondu reply with, "What the hell is popcorn?"

This was immediately followed by the sound of a very loud fart along with Drax's booming laughter.

In startled surprise you sharply turned in their direction to see Drax laughing and Yondu's face scrunched in both confusion and what was likely disgust.

Peter was laughing too, but at Drax rather than Yondu's misfortunate proximity to his offender. "Drax! Buddy, the fart's supposed to be silent."

Drax didn't seem to mind his mistake, just simply responded with "Ohhh!" and continued to laugh while Yondu shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

Taking in the sight you couldn't help but giggle too at just how ridiculous the situation was. You brought a hand up to your mouth to suppress it, but the sound caught the attention of Yondu and Peter anyway. Yondu's eyes narrowed and Peter was pleasantly surprised that you found the situation funny as well.

You broke their gaze and retreated to your room. Better to escape before you risked smelling anything awful.

***

It wasn't hard to tell when Peter found what was waiting in his bed that night. However, instead of girlish screams like the night he found the spider, he let out a cry of, "Gah! What the hell!?"

You grinned as you sat on your bed reading your book. Mantis was already fast asleep in her bed, and she stirred at the sound of Peter's cries just on the other side of the wall. After looking toward you and seeing you sitting calmly she determined there must not be any danger and soon fell back to sleep.

A few minutes later, though, you were surprised to see Peter walking into your room.

Startled at the sudden intrusion you jolted and as he approached you, rather quickly at that, you said, "Hey- what are you doing?"

He stopped in front of you with a smirk and raised his arms. It was then you realized he had been carrying a shirt bunched up as if it were being used as a sack.

Unceremoniously he emptied the shirt/sack over your head, showering you with all the pinecones you had hid in his bed.

"Hey!" you complain, raising your good arm to shield your head from the coniferous onslaught.

Mantis stirred again, lifting her head to see what was going on.

"This is for leaving those in my bed." he laughed, turning to leave. "And don't think that counts as me getting you back!" he added as he stepped out the door.

Mantis yet again laid back down to rest upon seeing the disturbance was just Peter's shenanigans. You got the feeling that she must be used to it.

***

The next couple days were mostly spent with you and Peter battling back and forth via small pranks.

Yondu obviously noticed, and despite him acting like he didn't want the two of you to get started again, he didn't say or do anything to stop it. It was clear it was keeping your mind off what what had been bothering you, so he just let the two of you be. Especially as it seemed to be harmless.

Kraglin mostly stayed out of it this time. Sure, he helped Peter some, but he was still more likely to bend to Yondu's orders of "This prank war is over!" from last time. That, and he still felt bad about what happened with the incident with the spider, even if it had been mostly Peter's idea.

Peter got you with the old 'shoulder tap misdirection' a couple times, where he'd tap one shoulder and either be on the other side when you turned to look, or have walked away completely.

You hit back by turning the batteries backwards in the remote, knowing he'd likely be the first to use it that morning.

After he finally figured that one out, he decided he'd retaliate by turning all your books backwards on the shelf. When you walked in that evening to see him mid-prank, you simply sighed and rolled your eyes. Seemingly embarrassed to have been caught mid-prank he laughed nervously and straightened up, rubbing the back of his head.

You rolled your eyes and left the room, hoping that since he'd been caught he'd then turn them back right way round. Knowing it was unlikely, you decided to shove some newspaper in his shoes. You could hear Drax in the background laughing at Peter for getting caught as you walked away to retrieve an old newspaper from the table in the hall.

He clearly must have found it at some point the next morning because he got you back around lunchtime by pouring just a little bit of water in your seat right before you sat down to eat.

You jumped from your seat the moment you felt the cold water soak the left side of your ass and after a few seconds of reaching back to feel the wet spot and checking the chair you looked over to where he was sitting and narrowed your eyes.

He simply grinned at you like he had pulled the best prank ever.

Taking a breath, you straightened and just shook your head, warning him that he shouldn't escalate unless he wanted you to do the same.

He didn't seem to take your warning seriously.

***

The next morning when getting ready you saw that Peter had struck again. You didn't know when, or how he had managed to find the time to both sew a pair of your socks shut halfway down with sloppy grey stitches and place them back in your dresser (on top so they'd be first picked, of course) without you noticing, but you did know that this meant double war.

He had pranked you twice in a row, without waiting for you to have retaliated against his last prank first. Or, more likely, he had set this prank and then pulled another without waiting for you to find the first one. Tsk, Tsk, Peter. Bad form.

You found another pair of socks, luckily he had only bothered to adulterate one pair, and then went to confront him.

"You're really asking for it." you say, thrusting the socks towards him in the hall.

"What?" he asked. Trying to act innocent, no doubt.

"You sewed my socks shut. I warned you, don't escalate unless you want me to do the same."

There wasn't really any anger in your voice despite your warning tone, which Peter took as a good sign. "I didn't escalate-"

"Oh-ho! Don't try that with me! You double pranked!" As the words left your mouth you internally cringed. This reminded you of how the two of you had bickered like children in the grocery store. You pushed the feeling that you sounded like a teenager in a Disney sitcom aside for now.

Peter eyed you for a moment before crossing his arms and smugly replying, "Technically no. You interrupted my book prank and then stuffed paper in my shoes. So, because I technically didn't finish my prank, you double pranked."

"No-" you started.

"Yes." He laughed. "So if anyone escalated, it was you." He said in a teasing voice, aiming a couple pokes to your abdomen and making you flinch back at the touch.

"I did not!" you argued, smacking his hand away.

"Eh... ya kinda did..." he drawled out with a grin. "So, I think that means you gave permission for all unwritten rules of pranking to just be thrown out the window." He chuckled, a mischievous glint to his eyes.

"No-" you said warningly. "I did not." You could tell he was just trying to piss you off, but you weren't going to let him win.

"Yeah, I think you did..." He lightly laughed. "So anything else that happens... you'll only have yourself to blame." He said the last bit in a sing-songy voice and went to walk into the kitchen. He stopped momentarily and turned back to you with a grin. "However, you can always avoid any further annoyance by just declaring me the prank master..."

You blinked at him. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Declare I'm the prank master and you won't have to worry about what I'll do next."

You scoffed at him. "You're dreaming."

Peter grinned wider. "Nope. I'm just 'The Prank Master.'"

You narrowed your eyes and walked past him into the kitchen. "You're gonna regret that," you warned, earning only a chuckle from him. There was no way you were going to declare him master of anything.

You made your way to the pantry to find something quick for breakfast and Peter went to pour himself some coffee.

That's when you found it. Your next prank idea. And boy, was it going to be good.

While grabbing a pop-tart from the pantry, you happened to notice a certain box of gel food dye sitting next to your spices. Your eyes lit up, knowing exactly what you would do with it. You quickly pocketed the blue vile and hid the rest of the box behind the spices where it couldn't be seen for security purposes, just in case Peter would happen to have the same idea. You weren't going to do it right away, but knew it couldn't hurt to have the little bottle on hand just in case...

***

After breakfast you decided to head out to the shed to survey the pile of spare wood you had.

In the shed you found Rocket. This wasn't surprising as he spent a decent amount of time tinkering in the shed since you showed him the workshop. You still hadn't gotten around to finding the spare key for him, just letting him continue to use yours since there wasn't a lot you could do out there anyway until you got the brace off anyway.

You greeted him with a simple, "Hey," that Rocket returned as you made your way back to the spare wood to look over what you had on hand as far as repairing the old tunnel door to get an idea of what might you need to pick up from town.

Was it useful to look now seeing as you likely wouldn't get the brace off for at least a couple more weeks? No, but you were restless and you were really just looking for an excuse for something to do until that night when you could enact your prank.

"Whatcha doing?" Rocket asked, barely looking up from whatever plans he was drafting up on the old pad of paper you left out in the workshop.

"Nuttin," you reply, finishing up your shifting around of the wood and determining that you might have just enough of the right cuts already out there to make a full door, but you might need to pick up some more wood for it, as well as some brackets, later.

Rocket grunted in response and you start to walk back out when something caught your eye over by the long workbench.

You looked down to examine it, and a slight smile played on your lips.

"Did you fix my stool?" you asked, turning to him.

He didn't look up. "Nope."

You raise an eyebrow, mouth twitching upwards in humor. "Oh really? Then who did, if not you? Other than me, you're the only one who comes out here."

Rocket's gaze remained on the notebook. "Dunno. Must have been a 'stool fairy.'" Those last two words were laced with sarcasm.

You smirked. "Ah. I see. Well if you happen to see this 'stool faery,' be sure to tell him I said thank you." You turn and begin to walk out of the shed.

Rocket's ears twitched back for just a second and he grunted out in response, "Uh huh. Sure thing."

***

Unfortunately the stars didn't align that night for you to use the gel coloring on Peter. You had to time it just right to both make sure no one got caught in the crossfire and to not make it obvious you were up to something.

This, however, was probably for the best because Fury's visit the next day caught you off guard. You had been so busy pranking and being pranked and researching door construction and tunnel maintenance that you had managed to lose track of the days and didn't realize it was time for another weekly check-in until you heard him knock at the door that late afternoon. The sound actually startled you at first, and you mentally cursed him for insisting on keeping the times he'd show up a surprise.

Again, probably for the best you weren't able to pull that prank. You weren't sure how pleased Fury would be with you if he saw what you had planned to do to Peter if you had succeeded in going through with it.

The visit was brief. Same old news about the Guardian's situation; nothing changed, little to no progress made. It was time to re-stock the rations again and the guys helped Maria with that like last time. The doctor also accompanied them, and of course he ignored your case for removing the brace and instead just set the hinge to a slightly increased range of movement. He did say that as long as you continued your 'good behavior' it might be ready to come off the next week. You weren't going to hold your breath. Oh, and he also increased your weight restriction to ten pounds. Yay...

At one point Agent Hill pulled you aside like last time, wanting to check in to see if matters regarding your mental health had improved since the last visit.

You answered honestly that they had, but didn't bother to mention that the reason why was likely because Peter had managed to keep you annoyed enough that you didn't have time to dedicate enough thought to what had previously been bothering you.

She tried to pry more, but you weren't really giving her anything, so she just resigned that what she had been able to garner was good enough and the two of you rejoined the group just before Fury announced they would be leaving.

***

It didn't take long after they left for Peter to resume being his annoying self.

You were in the sitting room trying to read, but Peter kept singing along to a song on his Zune that he had come to realize you absolutely hated. To make matters worse, it seemed that he was intentionally singing as poorly as he could just to annoy you. He even got Kraglin to join in with him.

How could you tell it was just to annoy you? Well it didn't start with the singing. It started with tapping. Constant tapping. With his foot on the floor. With his knuckles on the coffee table. He even came up behind you at one point after you refused to react and started tapping you on the head as you sat curled on the sofa attempting to read. That one finally got you to react and scold him to knock it off, and that's when he switched to singing.

Of course, you told him to take it somewhere else. Did he listen? No. He instead moved to sit right next to you and sang louder.

You threatened to chop him in the throat if he didn't take his annoying self somewhere else, and while that got him to stand up, he didn't leave. Instead that's when he recruited Kraglin, who had walked in just a few moments prior to see what all the racket was, and who also didn't hesitate to accept an earbud from Peter and follow his lead.

You tossed your head back on the sofa in frustration and let out a growl as you gritted your teeth.

Peter broke his singing to laugh and tell you that he warned you, all you had to do to make it stop was admit his was the master.

And that's when you threw the pillow at him.

Well, you had been aiming for him, at least. You would have hit him too, had he not dodged at the last second, allowing for the pillow to instead smack Yondu, who no one had noticed had walked into the room, right in the face.

Your eyes widen, as do Peter's and Kraglin's. Only they're trying not to laugh as Yondu's stony face stares at you.

In your startled shock you stammer as you attempt to make an apology, but as he picks the pillow up from the floor all you are actually able to get out is, "I- Uh- I didn't mean-" and a nervous giggle.

Yondu stands back up, pillow now in his hands, and cocks his head at you. "Oh so ya think that's funny, huh?" He starts to walk towards you.

You of course deny it, trying to set the record straight that it had been meant for Peter, but the glint of a playful grin mixed with his grouchy façade made you unable to suppress a nervous grin as he approached. He then tossed the pillow back at you and you deflected it back onto the sofa.

"Nah, I think ya thought that was funny, even if it was meant for my boy." He was standing over you now and Peter and Kraglin were snickering as Peter encouraged him, saying that he thought you definitely thought it was funny to have hit Yondu with the pillow.

"Looks like someone needs to teach ya a lesson in manners, missy." Yondu said as he reached out and squeezed rapidly right above your knee.

Caught off guard you instantly throw back your head and cackle, your hands instinctively reaching for his as you kicked out. "No! Stop it!" you cry out between giggles before managing to free yourself and stand up from the sofa.

Abandoning your book you attempt to escape, but Yondu just grabs you by your good arm and pulls you back, effortlessly succeeding in securing you in a headlock and purposely arranging it so that your good arm was between the two of you and your braced arm was out to the open. He knew with the limited range of motion the braced arm had available you wouldn't really be able to use it to help free yourself in any meaningful way. He then proceeded to give you a noogie.

"Hey! Cut it out!" you complain, uselessly pushing against his shoulder from behind with your good arm. You cursed your arm brace. Without it you could have gotten out of this hold in 3 seconds tops. You still technically could, but didn't want to use that method unless you had to. You didn't want to risk hurting the older man, after all.

Yondu paused a moment and pretended to think. "...Nah. I didn't get an apology yet."

"Ugh! Fine! I'm sorry about the pillow! Happy? I already told you I meant it for Pe-TER!" You squeaked when Kraglin cheekily couldn't resist coming up to pinch your ribs in your current vulnerable state. "Knock that off!" you ordered. It of course only earned you another tickly squeeze from the first mate and the three men to laugh as you commanded Yondu to let you go before you made him.

"Ya ain't gonna make me do nuttin, missy." Yondu laughed, clearly believing he could take you in a fight any day even if your arm wasn't injured. "Where's my apology for when ya pranked the sink and it sprayed all over me?" Yondu asked with a mischievous chuckle. He then pinched your nose shut just to mess with you further. This prompted you to smack his shoulder with your good hand, but he did let go, laughing about how you were a 'feisty one.'

"Yeah," Peter egged on for the sink comment, laughing. "He yelled at me for that!"

You huff out a sigh. "Fine. Sorry for that too. Now this is your last warning to let me go!"

This only made Yondu and the other two laugh and Yondu went to noogie you again. Clearly they were underestimating you. Well, you did try to give him a warning...

In one quick motion you positioned your foot between his so that your leg was locked behind his thigh, reached your good arm up to rest your hand on his forehead, and threw your weight backwards, sending you both to the floor.

Yondu went easily, clearly having been caught off guard and landed on his back with an "oof!" and subsequently released you. Surprisingly though, he didn't seem angry about landing on the floor.

As you both sit up he was actually chuckling, to your surprise.

"Damn, didn't think ya had that in ya." Yondu laughed as he stood up.

Peter and Kraglin, who had went momentarily silent when the two of you fell, were now laughing again. Kraglin made a joke about how he didn't know you could actually fight.

You just grumbled and grabbed your book, deciding you would retreat to your room to finish reading for the night where you were less likely to be annoyed.

Ironically, the whole ordeal actually caused you to forget about the prank you had intended to pull on Peter until you again missed your chance to do it. Oh well, there was always tomorrow, right?

***

The next day you announced to those in the kitchen that you were making a run into town and told them if there was anything they needed to let you know now while you were making a list.

They didn't list-off much. Again, SHIELD provided them with pretty much everything they needed. Some razors, hair conditioner, lotion, and a couple requests for some Earth snacks they had come to enjoy were among the items requested. Simple stuff.

Then Yondu decided to be cheeky and claim his request was for you to take Peter with you again.

"No way," you say flatly, remembering the last run into town. "Not happening."

Yondu just grinned and leaned against his chair. "Fury said ya got to. Ya can't leave without a buddy 'til yer arm is healed up." He elbowed Kraglin and added, "Didn't he, Krags?"

Kraglin, clearly not expecting to be suddenly roped into the conversation said, "Uh, yeah. When you was in the other room talking to that Miss Agent Hill lady when they was here yesterday. He-uh- he told us then." He wasn't exactly the best liar.

You narrowed your eyes. "He did not." You looked to Gamora, who seemingly then immediately realized she had anywhere else to be before you could ask her to confirm.

"Ya can always ask him yerself." Yondu smirked, sure that like last time you wouldn't dare call Fury to confirm.

"Or I can not do that because I know he didn't," you countered.

"I wouldn't be too hasty girl," Yondu drawled. "'Cause what if I'm right? Ya leave without a buddy, and we can just call him and tell him ya broke his rules... and well, we all know what he said he'd do with ya if ya did that."

"You know, I didn't really take you to be such a snitch." You say, irritation clear in your voice. You knew it was at best childish, and at worst fighting words, but you were too frustrated to care.

Instead of being offended, Yondu just laughed and leaned back with his hands folded behind his head. "Gotta do something to pass the time. 'Sides, I think 'blackmail' has a nicer ring to it than 'snitchin'."

You glare at him, not giving him the satisfaction of telling him that he was technically right. This wasn't him being a snitch. This was blackmail. You just didn't understand why this was the hill he decided to die on.

He continued. "Yer better off to just save yerself the trouble and take Peter."

You eye him for a bit before deciding this time you would call his bluff. Partially because you knew he was lying, but also because a tiny part of you was afraid he wasn't, and you knew what would happen if he wasn't.

You dialed up Fury, knowing that the consequences for possibly annoying him with a dumb phone call were vastly less than what they'd be if you disobeyed an order, especially since you were already skating on thin ice. He also seemed to be less upset with you lately due to your 'good behavior,' so at least you had that going fo you. You almost thought you saw Yondu's smirk falter when you started dialing. Almost.

To your surprise, Fury answered after only a couple rings. You put the phone on speaker, and inform him your reason for calling was to confirm something that had been said.

"They're trying to tell me that when Agent Hill pulled me aside yesterday you instructed them to tell me that, under your orders, I am not allowed to drive into town without taking someone with me until my arm heals. Is that correct?"

Fury was quiet a moment before he answered, his voice seeming neutral. "I did not say that."

Yondu and Kraglin's faces fell slightly, and like a child you made a quiet, "Ha!" noise and stuck your tongue out at them, but before you could thank him, Fury spoke again.

"But I am now."

Your eyes widened and shot back to the phone, as if you'd be able to see your director in there. "I'm sorry, what?"

Yondu burst out laughing at your expression, and Kraglin joined in with a grin.

"Effective immediately I'm requiring you to bring a companion on any trips you make into town. Mr. Quill would be the safest choice, but as long as they pass for human, I don't care who it is."

You tried not to sputter. "Sir-... that-... Why-??"

"It's not a bad idea," he said cooly, adding, "and if you're gonna call me to settle a petty squabble then you better be prepared to get an outcome you aren't going to like." He didn't sound angry, more just matter-of-fact.

You blinked. Did he really just imply he was doing this just to annoy you? "Sir, I ask you to reconsid-"

"If you want to keep going, Agent, I can easily make this decision permanent."

This set off another round of laughter from the guys, including Peter from behind you who had walked into the kitchen with Gamora at some point. You didn't know how long they were standing there, but it seemed he had also heard Fury's decision.

With slight heat in your cheeks, you respond to your director. "No, sir."

"Good. Have a good day, Agent." Fury replied, and then hung up. If you didn't know better, you'd say his tone sounded almost amused.

You put the phone back in your pocket and rubbed your hand over your eyes while the others teased you.

"That's what ya get for not just listenin' to me in the first place, girl. Now ya really do have to do it!" Yondu laughed.

"I hate you," you say bluntly.

He only grinned in response and called over to Peter. "Ya heard the man, boy! Looks like yer takin' a trip!"

Peter grinned cheekily at you and you roll your eyes. "Fine. Get ready," you order as you walk past him and out of the kitchen. Then, seeing an opportunity to let out some frustration (probably misplaced in this instance, honestly) you turned back with a smirk and added, "This time don't forget to go potty before we leave!"

You turned away again, but not before being able to see the cheeky grin fall from his face and hear him yell back, "Not cool, dude!" along with some snickering from the others in the background.

Little did you know, though you probably should have, that decision to embarrass him would seal the fate of your nerves, and possibly your sanity as well, on the trip to come.

#gotg #guardians of the galaxy #gotg fanfic #gotg fanfiction #x reader #yondu udonta #peter quill #kraglin obfonteri #nick fury #rocket raccoon

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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Congratulations!! So happy for you!! Do you mind writing a HC for the Tiny!MC, where the brothers see Tiny!MC in trouble with some lesser demons? Like, the lesser demon is bullying them or about to hurt them, how would the brothers react? You don’t have to write this if you don’t want to tho. Again Congratulations!!!

Demon Brothers React to Tiny!MC Being Threatened by Lesser Demons

You know, my first thought was "Which one of you fuckers lost tiny!MC in the first place?? Bad demons! Worse than usual! Keep better track of your itty-bitty human!"

Pretty much uses the same continuity to the rest of my Tiny!Series, I put this somewhere during the “Lucifer, I Shrunk Myself...” portion.

Warnings: Violence, Overly Protective Behavior

Intro:

Five minutes. Their demonic guardian said they were only going to put them down for Five. Minutes. It shouldn't have been that dangerous, or even risky, because everyone should have known that tiny!MC was under their protection. Sure, an itsy-bitsy human would make a perfect snack... but who would want to provoke the wrath of the student council for no reason??… Okay so, lesser demons aren’t exactly known for their intelligence but still...

This is not going to end well...

Lucifer

Doesn’t that lowlife know who he's messing with? Lucifer almost pities him for being so stupid, really…

He brought tiny!MC out to the gardens at their request because they were getting restless being stuck in his room. It wasn't supposed to be a dangerous area so he felt fine leaving them briefly to answer a call from Diavolo. When he came back he found a lesser demon standing over them... drooling...

What came out was a rather chilling side of Lucifer normally only seen by Mammon. One where he can walk up to a person, demon form out in full, then drag them away by the collar with an eerily calm smile on his face.

Tiny!MC didn't see what Lucifer did to the demon… but they did hear Cerberus get summoned before the firstborn returned to them. Their imagination worked to fill in the blanks…

Lucifer apologized to them rather kindly (a real rarity for him) but they noticed he cut their visit short and took them back to the House quickly. They got the sense he'd rather they be safe but bored in his room than entertained but vulnerable to such a dangerous world…

Mammon

Pfffffft, Mammon is protective of MC even when they’re normal-sized. Them being tiny doesn’t change much.

He had brought them along with him for one of his gambling nights. Unfortunately, he got too absorbed in the game to notice a group of lesser demons getting closer to tiny!MC than they really should have… At least until they shouted for his help.

It's rare to see Mammon mad. It really is. But there was nothing but pure rage in his eyes when he grabbed one of the demons by the throat and sent him crashing through the roulette tables. His speed made it pretty easy for him to round up all the others that tried to scatter and he gave them a similar treatment.

After everyone was thoroughly on the ground, bleeding, he asked the MC if they were hurt. If they were, then that'd just earn the downed demons another round of his fury. No one hurts his human like that! Big or small.

He'll apologize a whole bunch for letting his guard down… but also complain a little on the way back to the House because his luck was just starting to turn around too! 😖😞

Leviathan

Direct confrontation isn’t something Levi finds himself in often… but there can be exceptions.

He and tiny!MC were in one of the few stores in town that sold otaku goods and he had set them down to do some browsing in that hyper, distracted fanboy way he gets.

A couple of lesser demons were just some other patrons who happened by them, but who could pass up such a convenient snack?

Well, tiny!MC was convenient until the guys heard what was probably the world's most unholy hissing sound coming from the other side of the room…

Levi has never claimed to be at the peak of demonic prowess or anything, but just this once he was at their defense at a speed he’s never pulled off before. In practically a blink of an eye, he has one asshole lifted by the collar and the other getting crushed by his tail. It wasn't a pretty sight...

After the threat was dealt with, he snapped right back into the same ol'Levi like nothing ever happened, though. Blubbering apologies and frantically checking to be sure they were unharmed... What a somewhat terrifying sweetheart. 🤭

He pretty much refused to take them anywhere again until they were back to normal. Who needs the real world anyway?? His room is the only place they ever need to be!

Satan

You know this is exactly why he kept them so close in the first place...

Satan had to retrieve a book from the highest shelf in the RAD library so he set tiny!MC down in order to climb the ladder. A small gang of lesser demons decided to strike while he was up there browsing...

When he slid back down and turned to see the demons had surrounded the table that he left tiny!MC at, his shout alone was powerful enough to rattle the shelves behind him...

Needless to say, the Avatar of Wrath made very short work of the threat. And a library ladder can make a surprisingly versatile weapon if you put it in the hands of someone pissed enough to use it... and strong enough to rip it off its sliding track… What was it? Metal? Steel? Eh, not strong enough to stop an angry Satan anyway.

After the dust settled, he double-checked to be sure the MC was okay and apologized for being so careless... But they could tell he was still trying his best to regain his composure post berserker freakout. Someone's going to have to nurse those bloody knuckles for him later...

His overprotective instincts tripled afterward. If you think that Satan was ever going to put them down again then that’s a fantasy. Between the lesser demons and that sly bastard Solomon, tiny!MC was never leaving his hand at RAD again. Period.

Asmodeus

Excuse me?? Some lesser demon was doing what now?! Oh HELL no!! Not to his adorable tiny!MC!!

Asmo was shopping with tiny!MC and set them down outside a dressing room while he tried on a cute outfit. Apparently, a lesser demon was doing the same in the stall next to him and came out to find a little human waiting patiently outside… powerless… vulnerable… and tasty!

Asmo opened the door right as the demon picked tiny!MC up to have a bite. The fifthborn's scream shattered all the mirrors in the store like he was some kind of infuriated opera singer then he ripped the demon a very verbal (and physical) new one...

Once the attacker was pretty much decimated, Asmo tended to the MC like they'd just gotten dragged through an active war zone. He asked them, "Are you okay?!" so many times that the words "I’m fine" pretty much lost all meaning...

The sheer carnage left the store employees too damn petrified to ask him to leave so he bought the (now ruined) outfit he had on and took them right home. His sweet tiny!MC was definitely getting a spa treatment that night as an apology… Poor thing...

Beelzebub

Apparently, some people just want to go bear poking for fun...

He and tiny!MC were outside a food stall and he had set them down to go wait in line. In hindsight, he probably should have known the meals would attract other hungry demons… ones that wouldn't mind a free snack… And tiny!MC got cornered pretty quickly while his back was turned.

Those demons might have thought twice about their plan, though, if they had known Beel would attack them with the entire stall itself. 😰

Poor tiny!MC, by some miracle, barely got out of the way of the wooden structure crashing down on top of their attackers as if dropped by the heavens in a fit of rage... Those not crushed under the wreckage got squashed under Beel's fists...

In the aftermath, Beel was barely recognizable when he picked them back up, holding his bitty human so close that they might have suffocated against his chest. Even the stall's very upset owner just backed away from him after getting a ferocious snarl…

It took him a couple hours to calm back down… Then a couple hundred apologies to Lucifer who has to foot the bill for that guy's ruined livelihood… But hey, no one would ever be dumb enough to touch his tiny!MC again.

Belphegor

Heeeey! Picking on tiny!MC is his thing! Like he’s going to let anyone else give them any grief…

Belphie likes to hide on the roof of RAD sometimes to take a midday nap so he thought it would be funny to hide tiny!MC from the others by taking them with him one afternoon. Both were peacefully napping when a lesser demon apparently had the same idea and found them.

Belphie woke up when he heard their distressed cries and saw the demon trying to carry tiny!MC away... Oh, he wasn't having that.

Belphie shot up and snapped the scumbag's wrist to get tiny!MC free before he effortlessly sent him flying over the edge in one fell swoop. Give this to the Avatar of Sloth, when he does get moving he’s pretty efficient.

The demon's fall got cushioned by a grove of trees below, which earned Belphie a slightly less severe lecture from Lucifer. He did, however, get a pretty rough one from Satan anyway because he took the MC like that in the first place…

Beel took custody of tiny!MC yet again but even he was grateful to his twin for protecting their little human. Tiny!MC noticed Belphie started sleeping a little lighter when he knew they were around, but he'd deny that any supposed “guilt” had anything to do with it… Whatever he says, I guess. 🙄

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

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satansphatass · 3 years

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Cold - Technoblade

Hello - this is my first post so if you see this follow me because I crave human validation 😎👍

I originally posted this on wattpad but nobody was interacting so I’m posting it here :)

Word count: 1800

Trigger Warnings: Blood/injuries

Pronouns: They/Them

Platonic/Angst/Whump

Summary: Y/n is injured and caught out in a snow storm - will anyone reach them in time?

***

The snow stung against y/n's skin, they were starting to become numb all over from a combination of blood loss and the cold. They had been trekking along since the end of the war in L'manburg; which wasn't ideal seeing as they had been pierced by a piece of debris from the explosion.

The shock of Wilbur and Techno's betrayal stung more than the physical pain itself - they needed to get away, have a fresh start. They didn't tell anyone they were leaving and they doubted anyone had even noticed. Y/n had no clue where they were going and had had the misfortune of ending up in the snow.

The cold was really starting to have an effect on their body, their skin had a waxy look to it and they were shaking like a leaf due to the lack of a jacket - again, another big mistake on their part. If they didn't find anywhere dry and warm soon they feared that they would either bleed out or freeze to death - neither of which were very nice options. Their crisp white shirt was soaked through with crimson, they weakly tried pressing their hands up against the wound only for them to come away slick with blood.

As they pushed themselves up from the ground a spark of pain shot through their body causing them to sink even deeper into the snow; on second thoughts, maybe a nap wouldn't be so bad - the snow was nice and comfy after all. They curled up and slowly lost consciousness.

***

Techno continued on his horse Carl, searching for his home that had secretly been in the works for months, it was hidden far away from L'manburg - he doubted that they wanted to see him after the little stunt that him and Wilbur had pulled. It was located by a village in a snowy land that he had just entered; he pulled his large cloak closer to him, it was thick and kept him warm even during the harshest winters.

He was starting to approach the forest near his home when he saw a small pink stain to his right, thinking it could be an animals print he approached. He jumped off of Carl and peered down at it - it looked to be a footprint, but nobody knew where he lived. That wasn't right.

He peered up to see more going up over a snow mound, he followed the trail to see them getting crisper and darker, they eventually joined together to make a continuous line of blood - these were clearly fresh, but the question was, who or what had caused them?

He made it to the top of the mound and looked down to see the trail lead to a large crimson stain against the fresh snow. He picked up speed and saw a mop of (hair length and colour) hair - he recognised that, it was y/n. What on earth where they doing out here?

He ran towards them in a state of panic - how long had they been here?! He fell to his knees beside them and flipped them onto their back. Their skin had a greyish-blue tint to it and frost had formed on their eyebrows and lashes. He unclasped his cloak and went to scoop them up when he was suddenly hit by the severity of the situation - they were bleeding out fast, like REALLY fast. He pushed his hands against the wound; even their blood was ice cold. He felt something nudging his shoulder and whipped around to see Carl by his side.

He weighed out his options and carefully wrapped them up in his cloak, the deep red a stark contrast to the fresh snow. He sat atop of Carl and rode into the forest with them in his arms. The silence was all of a sudden eerie and crushing compared to the peace he felt from it earlier. The trees sped past him in a blur and he finally made it to his quaint wooden cottage, he tumbled to the ground in a panic and dismounted y/n from his noble steed.

***

Y/n lay there in the snow: it seemed more solid than before, and warmer, and- where were they? This definitely wasn't how they remembered it, the cold was no longer wrapping its death grip fingers around them, they no longer felt stinging on their front - infact they felt pressure wrapping round their middle.

They forced their eyes open slowly, that really did not help with the pounding in their skull. They gazed around the room, they could faintly make out a shape in the corner - it looked to be a rapier, they weren't interested in getting on this persons bad side. They didn't know where they were and were starting to panic - who had done this?

They could make out the faint shape of bandages by their waist, unfortunately their shirt was still stained - whoever had done this couldn't have even cleaned their shirt or something smh. Pick a struggle.

They pulled the blanket closer to them, it was very comfortable; it was quite heavy and had a fur trim around the edge almost like Techno's--

Nononono- they couldn't be here. He had betrayed everyone. They had trusted him - to some extent anyways. They sat up abruptly - not smart. They let out a gasp of pain, the dark threatened to consume their vision. They placed a hand on the edge of the mattress to steady themself. After much trial and error they managed to sit upright.

They calmed themselves enough to take another look around the room. There were a few worn maps on the walls showing L'manburg and its surrounding areas - their heart ached at the sight of the familiar structures; party island, the podium, the various towers dotted all over the land - all gone, all blown up.

There was a small fire illuminating the dark room, and also the mass on the floor. Their blood ran cold - colder than it already was anyways - y/n had hoped for some time to leave before he got back. Luckily he was asleep on the floor and was a relatively deep sleeper. They slowly but surely pushed themselves up from the bed and wobbled towards the door, leaning on the walls for support. This was perfect, they would be able to make it away before he even woke up!

"What are you doing?"

Ah- turns out he wasn't a deep sleeper, that was a fatal flaw in the plan.

They slowly turned around to see a sleepy but amused Technoblade stood in the middle of the room staring at them.

"Uhh- I was going on a walk." 👀🤠

"Is that so?"

....

"Yup."

They started aggressively coughing, the speaking hurting their cold and sore throat.

"Get back in bed, you need to rest," >:(

"I'm fine, I don't need to rest - resting is for the weak."

"Everyone has to rest, even I rest."

"That's because your weak."

He stared them in the eyes, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

👁👄👁

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yeh."

"Get in bed."

"No."

"Yes."

It went on like this until he started to walk towards them - slightly pissed off. He picked them up and placed them onto the bed.

"I don't need to rest!"

As soon as they said that, coughs wracked their body.

"You sure about that?"

They quickly tried to sit up to run off while his guard was down - but he pushed them back down as soon as they attempted anything. He held their arms down so that they couldn't escape, they tried wriggling free but to no avail. They quickly gave up.

"As much as I want you to rest right now, it's freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily."

"What are you talking about- I'm" their sentence was interrupted by more coughing "-super -strong"

He gave them a skeptical look not buying a word of their bullshit.

"I'm gonna go get you some water for that cough, you stay right here - okay?"

They nodded.

He walked off and climbed down the ladder.

They crawled out of the bed, ignoring his very clear rules and made their way over to the map of L'manburg on the wall. They stroked the coarse paper littered with so many of their favourite places - the forest where they liked to make flower crowns for everyone, the cliff top where they could think about life and how it's so very meaningless. 😶

Y/n sunk to the floor; tears threatening to spill from their eyes. It was so unfair, a beautiful nation destroyed by power hungry people. They had no idea whether Wilbur was still alive, they never saw him after the explosion. They missed him, they missed the land before the government - where they would all dance to Wilbur's songs around the campfire speaking nothing of governments and laws.

"Y/n?"

Techno walked up behind them and hesitantly placed a hand on their back, not knowing what to do because, social situations are awkward dude - am i right?

"You good?"

They whipped around slamming their fist into his chest in a futile attempt to hurt him,

"It's all your fault!" They said through tears, "We trusted you!"

He took their fists in his hands, staying silent while they had their tantrum. They soon grew tired; slumping into his chest, staining his shirt with their tears. They stayed their for a while, his embrace warm but his attitude still cold.

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I did not proof read so if there is a section that got deleted or some shit then just let me know 🧍‍♂️

Please send me requests people (no smut/nsfw) - make sure to include pronouns pls.

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