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scoobydoodean · 29 days

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Actually I'm about to take this little exchange between Dean and Cas and Sam in the opening of 6.03 seriously, because why not? The conversation in the hotel has been an example used by deancrit casgirls for years to sell a story that Dean is always inconsiderate and demanding things of Cas.

Except Dean hadn't asked Cas for anything in a year as far as we know. He hadn't bothered him once. He hadn't asked him for anything. We know Dean was doing research on how to get Sam out of The Cage over the entire gap year (6.01) but we aren't told that Dean asked Cas to help him. As far as we know, he didn't "bother" Cas—much less demand his aid.

For many, that isn't necessarily the issue though. The issue is the lack of communication in of itself—the lack of "checking in". Setting aside that this isn't Dean's sole responsibility in the friendship and that Cas controls the means of communication between them, when Cas left at the end of 5.22, he spoke as if he was going off on his own solo adventure. Bolstered by a second resurrection, he planned to pursue his faith (and he and Dean clashed briefly over faith). Cas was excited by the idea of becoming "the new sheriff in town" up in heaven, and he didn't give the impression that he planned to maintain a relationship with Dean. He flew off without saying goodbye as if it didn't even occur to him that their connection was important and that parting deserved any sort of recognition, and I think that's how Dean received it—that Cas was at the very least, going away for a while and didn't care to be bothered.

At the same time, Cas didn't give the impression that he thought taking charge in heaven would be difficult. When we next see Cas a year later in 6.03, Cas echoes this sentiment, saying, "I expected more from my brothers". He thought he'd have more help from the other angels in creating (non-apocalyptic-leaning) order. To be honest, I don't think Cas or Dean expected Raphael to be a problem for Cas when they parted ways in 5.22. The Raphael that Dean and Cas had met in 5.03 was tired—barely past neutral in the apocalypse. In fact, Raphael didn't seem to actively take a role in making anything with the apocalypse happen. His only role seemed to be to guard The Prophet Chuck. He seemed like he just wanted to be left alone and outright said he didn't want to be in charge anymore.

"[God] ran off and disappeared. [He] left no instructions and a world to run. [...] We're tired. We just want it to be over. We just want...paradise."

I would guess that Raphael's attitude in 5.03 (and the fact that he never actually came after Cas between 5.03 and 5.22 as he threatened) left both Cas and Dean with the belief that Raphael was weak—beaten down by life, and unlikely to be a problem—that if someone came along and said they wanted the keys, he'd just say, "Whatever" and hand them over and ask to be left alone. Even if he'd fought, Cas hoped to organize the angels on his side first according to his reflection in 6.03, and he believed God would be on his side (even the fear of that possibility was enough to scare Zachariah). God brought Cas back to life twice after he was killed by an archangel—once in 5.01, and again in 5.22. This likely bolstered Cas's confidence as well, made him feel he could gain the favor of devout angels, and made Dean believe Cas would be safe.

What's more, the Cas that Dean is familiar with from season 4 to season 5 isn't shy about asking for help. All Cas did all of season 4 was come to Dean asking or telling or demanding Dean do things for the angels. He was never shy about it. He was nosy and lacked any sense that he might be bothering anybody or even intruding on personal space when he came wanting help with something. He was more likely to show up unannounced and threaten and guilt than he was to think he was being a burden or that he had to handle everything on his own (though he was certainly happy to handle certain things on his own when he thought it would be easiest not to consult with anyone in advance). In 5.03, Cas showed up out of the blue asking Dean to be his meatshield against Raphael. In 5.04, Dean had to explain the concept of sleep when Cas wanted to pick Dean up to help him with a search for The Colt. When Cas needed help, Dean helped—practically and sometimes also emotionally. There were no questions about putting Dean at risk—the mission always came first.

So Dean between 5.22 and 6.03 has no reason to believe Cas would not come to him if he was in need—emotionally or practically. He simply assumes Cas is busy in a healthy way—busy governing with his angel buddies—busy with other relationships and his faith.

When Cas arrives in 6.03, it's because, for the first time in a year, Dean prayed to see if Cas had any ideas on their case. It wasn't a big deal—but seemed like it might be up his alley. It wasn't a demanding request. Hell—maybe Dean sees being on a mission for the first time after a year as a good excuse to get in touch. However, he also finds out just now from Sam that Cas had ghosted Sam when Sam was resurrected and prayed over and over. Over an entire year, Cas never took the time to show. Even if they don't consider each other friends, Dean figures Sam is owed a response at some point over the course of a year after sacrificing his life for everybody.

So when Sam and Cas start squabbling about Cas suddenly appearing (it seems at first) just because Dean prayed instead of Sam, Dean picks Sam's side—and when he says, "When Sam calls, you answer", I don't think he's trying to give orders—I think he's trying to quickly end an unproductive squabble between two more-volatile-than-usual parties who are already prone to butt heads by addressing what he thinks is the root of the issue: Cas simply not grasping the basics of communication and human courtesy.

Dean's had to explain that it isn't okay to fly people places without their permission. He's had to explain that humans need time to eat and sleep and can't assist you at a moments notice at any time day or night. He's had to explain personal space. He's had to explain that watching people sleep is creepy. He's had to explain that showing up in people's rooms or bathrooms out of the blue is startling. This is just one more thing he feels he needs to explain based on his assumptions about Cas ghosting Sam—which are also built upon Cas's own claim—that he ghosted Sam for an entire year simply because he didn't have an answer to his question and for no other reason.

Cas then proceeds to make it clear that he didn't come because Dean called, but because of why Dean called. Cas is interested in the staff of Moses. Cas then proceeds to say "I need your help", and Sam and Dean help him instead of holding a grudge or demanding more explanations. As the case progresses, it becomes more and more clear that Cas isn't going to explain anything and he just keeps darting around and doing things like torturing a kid. So Dean finally demands to know exactly what's going on with Cas. Getting Cas to explain is really difficult—Cas doesn't want to. His responses are short and scattered—he doesn't want to take the time—he's still darting around while he talks.

When they finally get the picture that there's Apocalypse 2.0 brewing, Dean asks outright why Cas didn't ever tell them. The implication here is clear when you realize that up to this point, Dean knows Cas as someone who isn't shy about asking for help when he needs it.

Cas admits,

"I was ashamed. I expected more from my brothers."

He's still using Dean while he talks—literally yanking his wrist over to cut Dean's palm open and use his blood for a spell without asking.

#pk rewatches spn number ?#6.03 #season 6 #and cas is my best friend #raphael #cas and god #cas vs his family

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rickmymanrick · 16 days

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one rule | chapter six

[rick grimes x original female character slowburn]

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summary: rick confides in daphne, for reasons unknown to her. as she offers him counsel, daphne is also grappling with conflicting feelings of her own.

notes: if you're disappointed by this reaction, this is a friendly reminder that season 1 rick was mr moral high ground. but trust me when i say there WILL be a catalyst for rick's entire wrath and fury. this is just one step closer to that. do not fear, rick will be kicking shane's ass very soon :) also, the pacing is so bad in this, i might rewrite this whole chapter soon. but feel free to comment, i love talking to you all!

I froze. In fact, I think all three of us did and I realized with a jolt how out of my depth I was here. This had nothing to do with me and of course, here I was, in the smack dab middle of it.

Daryl scoffed one more time and then trudged into the woods, mumbling all sorts of things. I stared after him until he disappeared within the trees. His words dawned on me and my eyes slowly traveled over to Shane.

Sure, Rick's sudden appearance had served as a nice distraction from the big glaring problem I had waiting here for me if I got back alive, but reality had to be faced eventually. My inner conflict since last night had been tearing me from the inside-out, as I tried to figure out my feelings for Shane Walsh. After all, he has been generously kind to me in all the years I've known him, albeit flirty but in a respectful way. He didn't cross any lines I'd deemed uncrossable and I wouldn't deny that his concern and priority over my well-being filled me with sensation far beyond gratitude.

The kiss caught me off guard. But now this bucket of ice cold water had been dumped over my head. Just as I began to entertain the idea of harboring romantic feelings for him.

His words from last night echoed in the back of my mind.

"For what it's worth, it's always been you."

Something inexplicable gripped at my throat. But I stayed as silent as possible. Watching these two was like a ticking bomb, any second away from detonating.

Shane stared at Rick with a troubled expression, his foot twisting into the dirt uncomfortably.

I knew in an instant Daryl Dixon did not lie.

Did he know this was my usual spot to gather berries and other edible plants? With his tracking abilities, I wouldn't doubt it, despite not talking to the man much but...

Of all the miles that surrounded our camp, why stretch out the smug admission of a hidden truth, a treacherous affair, until this very spot, just steps away from where I was crouched in the bush, picking for blueberries?

I reprimanded myself at the thought. Why would Daryl Dixon care about my knowing of Shane's personal escapades?

"She..." Shane started quite hesitantly. "Lori... she thought you were dead, man."

"Did you?"

Shane scoffed as if the accusation baffled him. "You heard 'em. I... I tried, Rick. I saw you every chance I got. The day it all went down— I didn't have a damn clue what was going on. Screams from left to right, the military raining fire on anyone who was still breathing. Hell, I tried to get you out of there, man! But it couldn't be the two of us dead because you still had a wife and a child out there! And if I couldn't save you, I could damn well save them!" He was unexpectedly set off, angrier than he should've been. "And let me tell you somethin', I did it for you. I did it for my brother. L-Lori, we were comforting each other in the only way we knew how—"

"I thought you were gone."

His partner's face was crestfallen. His lips parted like the shock was threatening to sink him under, his eyes glazed over from the betrayal.

"After I woke up in that hospital bed, when I saw what the world had become. The first thing I thought about was Carl and Lori. And then you. Our unit. For a moment, I thought you were all dead—"

Rick choked up and Shane's face morphed into something reminiscent of guilt. I couldn't quite tell though. I'd like to think that after years, I knew this man. But now he was completely unreadable.

Running a hand over his face, down his glistening eyes, Rick squared his stance and stared his longest friend in the eye.

"Our marriage... fell apart a long time ago," he shook his head and clenched his jaw. "But that doesn't make this okay."

There was a long moment of tense silence and I didn't realize I was holding my breath until my chest began to burn. I tried to control the air releasing from my lungs.

"I appreciate what you did. Saving 'em. I owe you everythin' but—" Rick cut himself off, glaring at the grass between them. He seemed to be saying these words through his teeth, forcing himself to say them. His hand began to flex angrily and his feet kicked the dirt beneath them in warning.

I stared at them with a mix of emotions.

One was a man that had changed my life forever, taught me how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world where I should've died. He cared for me, never shied away from making it clear that I was his priority. And maybe I was too blinded by the attention to see that there was something going on between him and Lori. That she was also carelessly pushed to the side in the weeks we'd been forming a new life together. And to know that she'd been having sex with him all along, I could only hope that she didn't have actual feelings for him, because it would explain the strange looks I had been catching from her, and my guilt would only increase tenfold.

And on the other hand was her husband, a man I have been pining over since the moment I laid eyes on him in the precinct.

Rick Grimes had an instant hold over me, no matter how minuscule or undetectable it had gotten over the years, and no matter what, he had always truly been the most gorgeous man I've known inside and out.

What does that say about me? Lusting after my friend's husband and then fucking around with the feelings of her goddamn side piece.

I suddenly became nauseous.

"I get it, man. I'll go back to the camp," said Shane after a long stretch of silence. I kept my eyes on Rick, unable to look at Shane with the turmoil brewing inside me. A simmering anger was twisting my insides at the mere sound of his voice.

"Uh— yeah, yeah," Rick mumbled distractedly, not bothering to even look up, fists clenching and unclenching by his sides.

A pair of footsteps stomped away, crunching along the grass until the only thing that could be heard was the chirps of the nearby insects.

As soon as Shane disappeared within the trees, Rick spun around to send his fist flying into a tree, a muffled yell leaving his pressed lips. He was beyond angry, tears lining his lash line, face turning red. I stared with wide eyes, trying not to make a single sound.

I felt incredibly bad for him. I couldn't imagine fighting tooth and nail to make it back to your wife just to find that she had moved on to your best friend so quickly. That although their marriage had already been suffering, she had chosen to sleep with the man he trusted more than anyone else.

Something wet touched my hand. I uncurled my fist to find a handful of crushed blueberries.

"How long you been there?"

I jolted up in surprise, my curls tangled into the bush and the pouch of berries slipped out of my other hand.

"I was here first," I replied defensively, still hidden in the bush.

Rick didn't say anything, just peered past the leaves as if he couldn't quite spot me. But somehow he knew I was there, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"You were," he eventually said, slowly. "I saw you just before Daryl left."

Relief flooded through me. I slowly untangled myself from the branches, stepping out into the path with tinged cheeks. "I was picking berries. Found the patch a few weeks ago."

His cheeks were flushed, his hands shaking very slightly by his side.

"I can leave you alone," I said after some silence. "I'll go back to camp—"

"No." Rick said firmly, meeting my eye very briefly before glaring back down at the ground.

I halted my escape. "Oh, um, okay."

The awkwardness was threatening to eat me alive. I shifted on my feet, wondering where to look and what to do with my hands.

"Do you..." I eagerly looked up at Rick, glad one of us was talking. "Did you know?"

I studied him. Really, there should be no reason for him to be upset with me too, but I braced myself for his wrath anyway. He'd spared Shane because they were partners, but we were nothing. As much as it bothered me, Rick and I didn't owe each other an ounce of respect in this new world.

"No," I told him honestly. A surge of anger towards Shane rushed through me again. My cheeks felt hot.

"I keep wondering... if I have the right to even be upset. I wasn't a good husband to her, I know this, and you're the last person I should be telling this to but—"

The last person? Should I be offended or something? I decide now wasn't the best time to press for details. "It's fine. I know this can't be easy for you. To wake up to... this."

Rick scoffed a little, but not in a rude way. It was as if I'd said something outlandish and absurd.

"I woke up and the hardest part was done. Seeing the world change— changing with it— becoming the leader of a group you have no responsibilities or ties to. You, you did the hard part."

"Oh— did Shane—?"

"Shane didn't hafta tell me nothin'. Lori and I talked last night. She told me everything that happened since the day I got shot," explained Rick solemnly.

I cringed at the thought of them spending time alone last night. Not that it was crazy to imagine; they were still married.

"I guess I have a lot to be thanking you for," Rick looked up at me with an intense sincerity in his gaze. I tried not to squirm under the pressure of it. He continued. "You saved my family. That is something I will never be able to repay."

He stepped forward and laid a large hand on my shoulder. I could feel some heat rush to my ears. "You have my gratitude."

"Carl's a great kid. And Lori's my friend. I would do it a million times over," I told him truthfully.

He stared at me for a few moments, his hand still holding my shoulder as his eyes scanned every bit of my face. Sighing, he stepped away and brought himself to the ground carefully, sitting with his knees bent and leaning an elbow against them thoughtfully.

It was silent again, but it didn't feel as awkward as before so I sat next to him and began to wash the berries off with the bottle of water I'd brought with me from camp.

"What... what do I do?"

My head shot over to stare at him. "You're asking me."

I didn't state it as a question, more as a statement of shock, thinking about how ironic it was that the fate of a marriage I had once upon a time envied was now partly in my hands. The guilt was still there, painfully tugging at my heartstrings.

Rick shrugged and made a show of looking around at the empty trees around us.

"I can't really tell you what to do, Rick."

"What I really wanna do is break his jaw in. Watch him choke on his teeth."

I'm surprised at the restraint it took for him to not send his fist flying in the first place. I was fully prepared to watch Shane's ass get beat.

"He deserves it," I instigated slightly. I couldn't possibly be as angry as he was but I understood. Shane does deserve a good punch.

He sighed and shook his head at the ground.

"I don't know how to go on. How to look him in the face—" he scowled. "We were brothers. He was my best friend. He knew." Rick snapped.

"He knew...?"

"He was the one person I confided in. I told him about Lori and I. I told him when things started going south. I never thought in a million years I'd have to worry." He spat, shaking his head angrily.

I felt some of that bitterness surge in me as well. I felt completely and utterly deceived by the same goddamn person.

"We never do," I projected a bit. I couldn't help it, the anger was swelling in me as well. Just the thought of Shane's stupid face made me want to punch something. "They fill our heads with all these stupid promises and reassurances just to stab you right in the back anyway."

Am I being overdramatic? Most likely. Hell, I probably deserved this. I led Shane on for so long, I couldn't be mad that he moved on to someone else. I just couldn't understand why he'd said the things he did last night. The kiss.

I've never been more goddamn confused in my life.

It was quiet for a few minutes, my last comment brewing in the silence but I didn't think Rick would pay much mind to it. He had bigger problems of his own.

"Carl— he's so young..." he said idly as if it had just occurred to him.

Too young for a divorce was what he meant.

I couldn't disagree with that. There's no age that seeing your parents separate becomes easier to deal with. But he's not the same nine-year-old Rick had known before he got shot.

"Rick, the world isn't the same anymore. It doesn't excuse Lori's actions or Shane's, but all of that doesn't matter so much when you're trying to keep yourself from getting eaten by dead cannibals. I can't tell you what to do but in the grand scheme of things, I think Carl will learn to understand."

I didn't know whether this brought him any comfort because he seemed to have nothing else to say on the matter. Maybe I was too straightforward, after all Carl was his kid at the end of the day. Despite how much I'd grown to care for him...

"I've been thinking about the man we left behind."

I looked over at him in shock. It was the last thing I'd been expecting him to bring up. But as soon as I looked at his blue eyes, I could almost see the plans he was concocting.

He wanted to go after him.

"You can't be serious," I scoffed. I'd been pushing aside my own thoughts about Merle Dixon. Just one more thing to add to my consciousness. As much of a dickhead as he was, we'd left a human being for dead.

"It isn't right. Leaving him up there to die," insisted Rick.

"He would do the same to any of us," I argued. "You just escaped the city. Survived alone against all odds. You're willing risk that for a douchebag like Merle?"

I observed the incredulous look on his face with disdain. It's different for him. He was just introduced to this new fucked up reality. He still has hope that we can be the heroes of this story-- that we can afford to care about anyone but ourselves.

"This-- what we have here-- this is what we focus on. It's unfortunate but Merle dug his own grave. It isn't worth risking your life, Rick."

I hated the way he was looking at me but I steeled myself. He'd learn soon enough. Men like Merle weren't worth compromising your safety for. It was every man for himself in the old world, and even more so in the new one.

I shoved every silly feeling I've had for Rick to the side and gave him a stern look back. I willed myself not to care about the disgust on his face because soon enough, he'd understand.

He'd understand what we've done to keep his wife and son alive.

Rick opened his mouth and I braced myself, ready to hear something along the lines of me being a murderer and a split second thought ran through my head.

Shane would agree with me.

A blood curdling scream cut through the dense silence.

"MOM! DAD!"

I was up before I could even process it, tearing through the woods with Rick at my heels.

"CARL!" Rick and I yelled in unison. I gripped the pistol Shane had given me tight, not caring if my face was torn up by the stray branches I ran against, heart pounding in my chest as I willed my legs to move faster than they ever have.

"Here!" I tossed a knife back to Rick as I pushed ahead of him, beating him in speed by a milestone.

"MAMA! MOMMY!" A high-pitched voice screamed.

Finally, I stumbled upon where Sophia and Carl were huddled. Making a beeline towards the kids, despite the walker that stood yards away.

I grabbed them by the shoulders, looking them up and down frantically. Trying to find a bite, a scratch, anything.

A body came slamming into mine and I suddenly heard their screams, the rest of the group had been searching as well.

Lori grabbed her son frantically, snatching him from my grasp and patting his arms down in a panic. "Carl! Nothing bit you, nothing scratched you?"

"No, I'm fine," Carl shook his head.

Jacqui came running out of nowhere.

"Soph?" The small blonde girl shook her head frantically before sprinting in the direction of camp, no doubt searching for her mother.

"She wasn't bit. We're both okay." Carl reassured.

I gripped my pistol and set my sights on the walker. It was feasting on a deer, crouched over and ripping its neck to shreds. I grimaced, inching forward with Rick and Glenn at my side.

Shane made brief eye contact with me before the walker suddenly straightened up and whipped around.

Rick wasted no time, slashing its face with the knife I'd handed him. Shane used the end of his rifle and Glenn started beating the damn thing with a stick. Even Morales had a turn before Dale swung his axe and chopped its head off clean.

It was silent as we all stared at the mess of guts and blood in shock.

"That's the first one we've had up here. They never come this far up the mountain," said Dale shakily.

"Well, they're running out of food in the city. That's what," replied Jim, another survivor who was normally a man of few words.

A branch snapped and we all raised our weapons, my safety turning off once more.

I curled my finger around the trigger as the steps got closer.

"Oh, Jesus," Dale sighed in relief as Daryl came stomping out from between the bushes. I lowered my gun and shook my head.

"Son of a bitch! That's my deer! Look at it. All gnawed on by this filthy—" Daryl kicked the headless walker angrily.

"—disease-bearing—"

Kick.

"—motherless—"

Another kick.

"—poxy bastard!"

"Calm down, son. That's not helping."

"What do you know about it, old man?" Daryl sneered at Dale, getting in his face. "Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to 'on golden pond?' If it wasn't for you idiots running it off earlier, I would've taken it back to camp. Maybe I can cut around this chewed up part. Take some for the road."

"Wouldn't risk that," Shane sighed.

"That's a damn shame," Daryl said, giving Shane a nasty glare before raising his bow and shooting an arrow into the walker's reanimated head.

Huffing, he shoulder-checked Glenn as he passed by, ripping the arrow out with a squelch.

I couldn't blame him for being angry. As much of an asshole as Merle was, he was still Daryl's family.

Glenn rubbed his shoulder and rolled his eyes.

"Daryl!" Rick rushed after him, disappearing into the trees with my knife. I was briefly confused until I remembered where our last conversation left off.

"God help us all," I smacked a hand on my forehead and began to make my way back to camp. Slowly so I wouldn't catch up to Daryl and Rick.

"Hold up, Daph," Glenn caught up to me with a huff. "Were you ever going to tell me about Rick being the Rick?"

"What?"

Glenn glanced behind us. Likely looking for Shane.

"Rick Grimes? Like super hot hip-swaying coworker Grimes? I'm fucking offended, Daph."

"Do you want everyone to hear you?" I whispered harshly, scanning the woods to make sure Rick or Shane weren't lurking about.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me!"

"Sorry, it wasn't really at the forefront of my mind yesterday. I was more thinking about all the dead people trying to eat us."

"What are the freaking odds?" Glenn marveled. "Out of all people, he runs into us. You know, anybody else would've left him for dead."

"Yes, you're a goddamn hero, Glenn."

"Damn right I am. Saved your man from certain death."

My eyes widened comically and I whacked him in the side. "He's not my man. Don't say shit like that around Shane or Lori."

"Of course not. I'm not crazy. You see 'em around here?"

"I dunno. Shane has eyes and ears everywhere."

"True," Glenn nodded, staring at his feet as we walked. Suddenly, he stopped.

"What's up with you two? You've been weird since yesterday morning."

Fuck. I knew it wouldn't slip past him. Glenn knew me too well for this to just slide and the only reason I'd been keeping it from him was because of how selfish and ashamed I felt.

"Don't judge me, okay?"

His eyebrows pinched together in confusion. "Okay?"

I seized his sleeve and took us a little ways off the trail, closer to the blueberry patch. Speaking of which, I left all of the ones I'd collected in the dust. Goddamnit.

"Um— two nights ago, Shane and I... well, we kissed."

His jaw dropped slightly.

"He kissed me." I defended quickly, before Glenn could give me a judgmental look.

"Did you want it?" He asked carefully.

"Yes— well, no— I don't know."

Glenn narrowed his gaze, sending a glance in the direction of camp. His cheeks tinted red and he shifted uncomfortably.

"He didn't force himself onto me, if that's what you think." I said quickly, recognizing the signs of Glenn's impending anger.

His chest fell in relief.

"I just... I screwed up, Glenn. I led him on. I let him kiss me and I kissed him back. I didn't even know if I wanted it. And then Rick of all people shows up! The one person I was holding out hope for. I'm not a homewrecker but I am delusional."

Glenn stayed silent so I continued with a sigh.

"I should've given Shane a chance before the world went to shit. But I didn't and now everything is so much more complicated... he, um, he told me there's no one else."

"Damn."

I closed my eyes frustratingly. "I know."

"That's clearly a lie."

I gave him a side-eyed glare. "I know."

Glenn pursed his lips awkwardly and looked away.

"How long have you known?" I asked with a sigh. Wouldn't be surprised if I was the last one to find out.

"Not long. I stumbled upon them in the woods the other day. I can't get the image out of my head, I think I'm scarred for life." He grimaced. "I would've told you if I knew he was trying to make a move."

"It's fine," I began to walk back over to the path again. "You couldn't have known. It happened late at night and I was wallowing in self-pity yesterday."

I stomped on the fallen leaves, trying to release some of the pent-up frustration before getting back.

"It's just... I told him it'd take time but I was willing to give us a try. All this time I've felt guilty for even missing that part of my life when Lori was still grieving her husband. Just to find out her and Shane are having sex this whole time."

Glenn readjusted his cap. "Gotta wonder if this started now or before."

That's a good point.

I wasn't a good husband to her, Rick had said to me earlier.

I don't know anything about their lives from before. I only knew Rick at a professional level. And whatever Shane would tell me when he was trying to chat me up every other day at work.

I can't really judge Rick or Lori. She thought he was dead and Rick... well, I don't know what he meant by not being a good husband.

This was truly a mess I had no part in.

"I'm taking myself out of this equation. I have enough on my plate for me to worry about this love triangle."

"More like a rectangle."

I gave him a confused look.

"You like Rick. Rick likes Lori. Lori like Shane. Shane likes you and Lori?"

God, I love and hate his out-of-pocket comments sometimes. But Glenn keeps it real. I gotta respect that.

Rick likes Lori.

Well technically, Rick should love Lori and he probably does. She's the mother of his child and I can't pretend to know everything about their relationship, but if what Rick said earlier was true, there wasn't much of a relationship anymore.

"I could really use some vodka," I groaned, feeling a headache forming between my eyes.

"Same," Glenn said sadly as we approached camp.

Everyone had resumed to their usual activities. Lori and Carl were nowhere to be found but I assumed they were in their tent or the RV. Carol was folding clothes with little Sophia at her feet.

I did a double-take when I saw Rick and Shane speaking to the side. I could faintly hear their conversation.

"So that's it, huh? To hell with everybody else? What about Lori?"

"Don't talk to me about her. I'm not saying to hell with anybody. Especially not to my son." Rick said firmly, buttoning up his sheriff's uniform. He started walking past his former partner.

"Tell them that."

Rick whipped around, an unreadable expression on his face as he stared back at his friend.

"They know. You'd best leave me alone. It's in your best interest. This ain't got nothing to do with you."

I started walking over, feeling a fight begin to stir up. Shane didn't look like he was deterred by Rick's unapproachable attitude and there's no way Rick wasn't still upset about his best friend's actions.

"Well, look, I--I don't, okay, Rick? So could you just throw me a bone here, man? Could you just tell me why? Why would you risk your life for a douchebag like Merle Dixon?"

"Hey, choose your words more carefully," threatened Daryl, who was standing nearby.

"No, I did. Douchebag's what I meant."

"You have something in common then," said Rick jarringly. I was taken aback, not expecting that type of insult to fly out of Officer Grimes' mouth. He was always the passive one.

Glenn chortled next to me.

Shane took it unflinchingly. "Merle Dixon-- that guy wouldn't give you a glass of water if you were dying of thirst, man."

"What he would or wouldn't do doesn't interest me. I can't let a man die of thirst. Me. Thirst and exposure. We left him like an animal caught in a trap. That's no way for anything to die, let alone a human being. I don't recall asking for your opinion either."

"So you and Daryl? That's your big plan?" Lori asked, more at ease than I would've expected given the tense circumstances.

I observed her easy posture, other than the frustration she was likely feeling over the fact that her husband was trying to go on a damn suicide mission. I watched as her eyes subtly traveled from Rick to Shane. Then I realized Shane must not have told her a damn thing.

Rick looked at her with hardened eyes. And then switched his gaze over to—

Glenn groaned. "Oh, come on."

There's no way in hell.

"You wanna drag someone else on this suicide mission?" I interjected exasperatedly. I gave Rick my nastiest glare, unable to believe his audacity.

"You're really okay with letting a man die?"

"It's like I said before. He'd do the same to any of us," I lowered my voice and stepped closer to Rick, eyeing Daryl's angry pacing over his shoulder. "He was going to get himself killed eventually. And he would've dragged us all down with him."

I'm not evil. I'm not. I just don't want to see Rick die.

Rick stared at me for a moment before setting his attention onto Glenn.

"You know the way," I scoffed as he ignored me completely. "You've been there before. In and out, no problem. You said so yourself."

Glenn took his cap off and started rubbing his head-- a nervous tick of his.

I've never felt so angry with anyone. Knowing he was asking this of Glenn. Asking him to risk his life once more when he already had just to save Rick's skin.

"It's not fair of me to ask. I know that." Rick glanced over to me apologetically. I guess he isn't deaf. "But I'd feel a lot better if you came along."

"That's just great." Shane scowled, stepping closer to me. "Now you're gonna risk three men, huh?"

"Four," said T-Dog from the edge of camp.

Daryl scoffed. "My day just gets better and better, don't it?"

"Be grateful anyone's willing to save that dick," I bristled.

"Yeah, you see anybody else stepping up to save your brother's cracker ass?"

"Why you?" Daryl asked T-Dog.

"You wouldn't even begin to understand. You don't speak my language."

"That's four," said Dale exasperatedly.

"That's not just four. You're putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that, Rick. Come on. You saw that walker. It was here, it was in camp."

Despite it all, Shane and I usually saw eye to eye on most things. We weren't afraid to make hard decisions to keep the camp safe. The first week or so when it was just the five of us, Shane and I would stay up late into the early hours of the morning. Talking about our limits— what we were willing to do to make sure our loved ones stayed alive. Even if prioritizing our safety meant leaving others behind.

It's why I still can't believe Ed Peletier is still a good-for-nothing member of our camp. After his and Shane's scuffle, I was certain Shane and I would find a way to get rid of him. Whereas douchebag volatile Merle contributed brawn and hunting game, Ed contributed nothing.

"They're moving out the city. They come here, they get to camp-- we need every able body we got. We need 'em here. We need 'em to protect camp." Shane emphasized.

"You went through hell to find us," added Lori. "You just got here and you're gonna turn around and leave?"

"Dad, I don't want you to go." Carl pleaded.

"Shane is right. Merle Dixon? He's not worth even one of your lives! Tell me. Make me understand." Lori said angrily, standing up.

Rick sighed and crouched in front of Carl, making a point to speak mostly to him. "I owe a debt to a man I met and his little boy. If they hadn't taken me in, I'd have died. It's because of them that I made it back to you at all. They said they'd follow me to Atlanta. They'll walk into the same trap I did if I don't warn him."

"What's stopping you?" Lori asked from the side.

"The walkie-talkie. I dropped it in the tank I hid in," Rick looked back at Glenn and I. "He's got the other one. Our plan was to connect when they got closer."

"I feel for them. I really do but I can't listen to this shit any longer," I hissed quietly at Glenn before stomping away towards our tent.

Footsteps crunched behind me and I knew he was following me. I slipped off my shoes and threw myself onto my sleeping bag, irritated beyond belief. The second Rick mentioned the walkie he'd left behind, it reminded me of what I had left behind too— the medicine. A shit ton of it. Stuff that we'd need eventually and the vitamins the kids were so desperately lacking.

Goddamnit. Carl was one of my weakest spots. I'd grown to care for him immensely, more than I expected. His now-hallowed cheeks stabbed at my heart.

I watched as Glenn gathered his gun I'd given him from the bag I retrieved for Rick yesterday and the CB.

"You're going."

"He'll die if I don't. He's gonna go with or without me," Glenn sighed.

I stood up and pocketed my pistol. "Then I'm going too."

"What? Weren't you against this whole plan? Number one Merle hater?"

I shoved my shoes back onto my feet. "That's before you decided you were going to put your life on the line too. And I still hate that fucker. I'm not doing it for him. I'm doing it for you."

"You don't have to," Glenn grabbed my arm, halting my exit. "You should stay here."

I shot him an incredulous look. "While you go out there and risk your life?" I lowered my voice so that no one else could eavesdrop. "None of these people mean as much to me as you do. I know this is what you do but if there's any way I can help, I need to be there. Besides, I'm going back for the medicine. We're running low."

With that, I freed my arm and left our tent, beelining for the truck where Daryl was loading his bow and arrows into. I got into the passenger's seat, ignoring Shane as he threw yet another fit at the sight of me. Slamming the door shut, I groaned and closed my eyes, throwing my head back as I wondered why we were all willingly putting ourselves in danger once more.

"Yer comin' too?"

I opened an eye and peeked at Daryl through the side mirror. He was crouched behind my seat, busy with his arrows.

"Clearly."

His lip curled and he shook his head.

I couldn't give less of a fuck if he was mad. He could get over it.

The driver's seat opened and Glenn got in, readjusting his cap and giving me a glance. "Thanks," he whispered.

My anger dissipated a little and I gave him a tiny smile, knowing both of us felt a lot better going into the lion's den together. That smile quickly fell when a foot appeared between us, slamming into the wheel twice.

"Come on!" Daryl hollered, honking the horn obnoxiously.

"Don't do that. There might be other walkers close by, you idiot," I seethed.

He ignored me. "Let's go!"

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 3 months

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"Come on, Padsie..." James stuck his ear to the bathroom door "Talk to me, handsome"

James had a strong knot on his throat each time Sirius got like that. It was usually after his stupid biological family said something to him or did something to him.

James knew Sirius wasn't very chatty about his feelings. They talked only when they were in a good mood and in a joking context. But when there were real conversations, Sirius shut down.

James had been so worried over the summer after he had found Sirius all bruised, shaking from the cold and crying on the street. After that, Sirius never exactly told James what they had done to him. He could only guess.

Now a discussion with the little prick of his brother, made Sirius lock himself in the loo.

"Just leave me alone, James!" Sirius shouted. James could hear soft sobs coming from there as well. That made him feel like his heart was being squeezed hard.

James turned desperately towards his friends. They looked as pale and worried as James felt.

"What did that wanker say to him, Remus?" James asked. Remus had been there to witness their fight. James had only entered the scene to break the two brothers apart.

"I don't know well" Remus said, looking down "They mostly spoke in French"

"Don't be a whine, Padfoot" Peter sighed "We are just trying to help"

"Fuck off!!"

Peter shrugged "I tried"

James sighed, knocking the door again.

"Padsie? Can I come in?"

"Moony" Sirius said with a sniff "Moony can come in"

James knew Remus was special for Sirius. They were close. That gave the Gryffindor some sort of jealousy. Sometimes James feared Remus would replace him as Sirius’s best friend. But he knew that was stupid. They were The Marauders. They were all close. Although, James knew he loved Sirius differently, more intensely.

Remus looked at James with guilt. He knew his friend was probably hiding something from him. Maybe he heard more from the Black Brothers conversation. But if he knew, he didn't say anything.

Remus was silently asking James for permission. But James had no authority. He didn't own Sirius or anything. If he wanted Remus, then he wanted Remus. Maybe Sirius didn't trust him anymore.

James extended his hand, making Remus way to enter. He could do as he pleased anyway.

Remus approached unsure, knocking the door in front of him.

"Padfoot, It's Moony. Come on, let me in"

Sirius opened the door just wide enough to squeeze Remus in. Once the skinny boy was dragged inside, Sirius closed the door right on James's nose. Hearing the lock made him lose hope. There was a time when Sirius used to come into James's bed to tell him stuff. Perhaps that confidence ended between them.

James placed his ear against the door, only catching whispers between his friends. But nothing he could understand. Sirius had done the same back at home. He only confied in Euphemia then. Now it was Remus's turn. Not James's. Not James anymore.

James sighed, trying to hide his jealousy. He wouldn't be a good mate if he acted like a jealous dick. He walked towards Peter, putting an arm around him.

"Don't worry, Wormy" he said "Padfoot will be alright"

"Yeah" Peter answered unsure.

James hid his feelings of jealousy, disappointment and worry from The Marauders. He still didn't know what had happened between Sirius and his brother. Whatvever Remus told him inside the bathroom made Sirius feel better. He pretended that everything was fine or that he didn't care. Although James knew that wasn't the case, Sirius still didn't talk to him.

Lily noticed James was down. She mentioned something in the next prefects meeting after James was too distracted to pay attention to his girlfriend.

"Sorry, darling" James kissed her cheek "I'm a bit distracted"

"What is going on?" Lily asked. James shrugged. "You know you can trust me, James"

James didn't realize he was pouting until Lily touched his chin delicately with a smile.

James took a deep breath "I reckon I am losing my best friend, love. I am losing Sirius"

"What do you mean? You guys are inseparable"

That was what James thought anyway.

"It started this summer more like" James explained "You know how Sirius left his house and now is living with me, right?"

Lily nodded. She was comforting to talk to. She even stroked James's hand, making James feel little sparks now and then. It was beautiful how close they've gotten. Not only boyfriend and girlfriend but confidents.

"Well, I still don't know what happened for him to leave"

"I thought you said it was because his parents are abusive assholes and they hurt him"

"That's what I assume" James sighed "I mean, he was bloody bruised, Lils. It was horrible to see"

"How awful" Lily pouted, her eyes becoming watery. She was a true angel. Even after how bad Sirius treated her, she still cared for him.

"But he didn't tell me, Lils" James bit his lip "I still don't know why his father hit him"

"Maybe those things are delicate to talk about"

"He told Effie. And I think Remus knows more than me" James looked down, putting his glasses up "I am his best friend. But he doesn't trust me anymore. We've been drifting apart lately."

Lily touched his cheek in a comforting way.

"I know I am Head Boy now and I am dating you. But I can still have time for him if he needs me..." he sighed "Lily, I miss him. If I miss him it means we are not as close as we used to be"

"He is going through stuff, James" Lily bit her lip, probably guilty not knowing what else to do to help her boyfriend.

"He seems to be spending lots of time with Remus, though"

Lily twisted her mouth in a smile.

"Are you jealous?"

"What? No!" James exclaimed "Who said anything about jealousy, Lily! I didn't say anything!! Jealous, me? Ha!"

Lily giggled under her breath.

"Don't laugh, traitor!" James pouted as he turned around and laid his head on his girlfriend's lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and played with his hair gently.

"I am sure what Sirius and Remus have is different, James"

James raised an eyebrow "What do you mean?"

Lily cleared her throat "I mean, people are allowed to have more than one friend"

"Friends? Tons!" James clarified "Best friend? Only one!"

"I have two" Lily shrugged "Mary and Marlene are both my best friends"

James rolled his eyes "It is different, babe. What I feel about Sirius..." he took a minute to think about it "I love him. I would die for him. He is more than a friend, more than a brother. He is very special to me"

"Should I be the one to get jealous here?" Lily teased with an innocent laugh. James smiled and raised his head to give Lily a peek on the lips.

"Oh give me another kiss" he said before kissing his girlfriend again. Once he was pleased, he laid down again.

"I know that what you and Sirius have is special" Lily said, now stroking his hair again "So whatever that is happening between you is going to get fixed. Just give Sirius time, love. Just let him know you are there if he needs you"

James made a pout once more. He knew Lily might be right. But there was also that fear of Sirius simply leaving him. What if James had given him reasons not to trust him? James was a tackless wanker sometimes. He used to joke a lot. He used to tease a lot. He used to be an asshole with others. Maybe Sirius didn't want to be friends with a biggot like James.

"And trust me" Lily added, when she saw James's expression "Remus and Sirius have a different type of relationship"

James raised his torso from Lily's embrace only to face her. He raised an eyebrow. Lily was biting her lip. She was so adorable and beautiful it hurt.

"What do you mean, Evans?" James asked "Do you know something?"

"No! What do you mean?" Lily was also terrible at lying and hiding things. "What I meant is that Remus is a very good listener. Is so good talking to him. Maybe Sirius appreciates that."

James smiled "I know". Remus had been the only one to stand all the pinning James had done over Lily. He was a good friend. James understood why Sirius trusted him. And sometimes he felf guilty for getting jealous of what he had with Sirius.

James touched Lily's cheek delicately.

"Everyone knows Sirius loves you, James. I am sure he is going to open up to you about what is happening in his brain"

James hoped. He wanted for things to go back to what it used to be before. Perhaps they were closer when they were loser kids pranking others. But they were maturing now. Sirius needed to understand that. They still had a lot of adventures and things to live together. If James lost Sirius one day, he was going to die for sure.

"Let's not talk about them, gorgeous" James smirked as he leaned in. "We barely have time alone anymore"

Contrary to what Sirius believed, James didn’t spend most of his time snogging Lily. He wished. Not but really, he had been very invested with the Head Boy job. He actually loved it. He got more involved with the school and other house mates. He loved spending time with younger students. They made him laugh. Plus, he had rugby practice. He was also the Captain of the Gryffindor Team. And he wanted his team to win. Also he had been pendant of Peter and his crush over Mary. And with Remus, making feel welcome because nothing had changed since he came out as gay. But mostly, James had been trying to be pendant on Sirius.

Lots of things to worry about. He appreciated to enjoy some time with his girl.

Lily smiled, her cheeks slightly pink everytime James flirted with her.

"What do you want to do with your time, Mr. Head Boy?" she said as he played with his tie.

"I have a few ideas..."

"Yeah?"

Before Lily could say anything else, James kissed her lips with fierce this time. Lily's soft lips and her strawberry lipstick were delicious to taste. James had imagined so many times what it would be like to kiss Lily. But actually doing it was ten times better. She was always delicate and shy, allowing James to take the lead.

Their snogging was getting intense and better when someone cleared their throat behind James. He waved his hand, dismissing whoever dared to interrupt. When he heard the authoritative voice of his head of house.

"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Potter. Miss Evans"

James and Lily unglued their faces with embarrassment. Lily was as red as her hair. She gasped.

"Yes, you interrupt" James murmured under his breath. It was comical how it had been always the same. Since James and Lily started dating they couldn't have some time alone. Just a little time. That's what James asked. He wanted to snog his girlfriend. Do other stuff perhaps.

"Excuse me, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

"I said you don't interrupt!" James exclaimed with a snort "You never interrupt, professor"

"Sorry, professor" Lily got to her feet and adjusted her clothes. Her face red as a tomato "Did you need us?"

"Yes, I would like to discuss some things about the schedule with you" McGonagall said "Why don't we step into my office?"

"Yes" James got up reluctantly.

"Yes, Professor" Lily had more enthusiasm "We're right after you"

McGonagall gave them a firm glance. James answered with an innocent smile. When their professor turned. James sighed and followed with his girlfriend.

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starfall-spirit · 8 months

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Day 2 of @officialfeysandweek2023

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Summary: On one of their rare days with downtime, Feyre surprises Rhys with plans to go ice skating, digging up bittersweet memories from centuries ago and creating new ones in the process.

“What is this, Feyre? Where are we going?”

“You’ll see if you have a bit of patience,” his mate teased, practically shoving his coat at his chest. “Come, on, come on, come on. Let’s go!”

“I’ve never seen you this… giddy.” he said, infinitely amused by his mate’s strange behavior. It was certainly an improvement from the first time they’d tried to go out after Nyx’ birth. He knew that reluctance of separation was likely rooted in how often Feyre had been shoved away to the care of a stranger in her early childhood. Luckily time and the insistence of their family lessened her guilt in leaving him to the trusted care of their inner circle for an hour or two. “Just what do you have planned that could be so exciting?”

She scowled, looking half-ready to stuff his arms into his jacket herself. “This is the first time in ages I’ve managed to surprise you with something. There is no way you’re getting it out of me before we get there.”

He glanced back at his brothers who both looked mildly concerned and majorly confused. Just as clueless, then. He shook his head and, as usual, found himself prepared to humor Feyre in just about anything. “Alright, my love. Let’s go.”

She grinned, clapping her hands, the sound muffled by the wool of her gloves. Moments later they were strolling though the city, hand in hand, her restless energy leading him through the streets a bit faster than normal. “You’re far too pleased at the fact you’ve managed to keep a surprise, Feyre darling.”

She sighed, slowing a bit. “I’m a bit proud of it, yes, but I’m mostly just excited to do this with you. It’s been ages since I had the chance and once I saw the younglings out on the ice…”

He paused. “Ice? What ice, Feyre?” he asked, already feeling an ancient dread seeping in as he recognized they were reaching the border of the main city and the small lake just beyond it.

“We’re skating. And you don’t get to tell me no. I promise I won’t laugh if you fall, Rhys. I know even you can’t be perfect at everything.”

He swallowed as he watched her gather two pairs of skates from the edge of the path, turning his eyes towards the few families on the ice, children ranging from early school age to teen years, parents looking on with shaking heads as they watched the little ones spin about and topple over. And beyond those larger groups was a pair of siblings. A girl and boy, the latter having an obvious handful of years over his sister who couldn’t be more than ten.

Suddenly he was a teen himself, out on the ice with his little sister, holding her hands tight as he guided her about the empty lake in the early morning before their father could catch them and drag them back to their lessons for the day.

“Slow down, Rhys!”

“When you’re already moving as slow as a snail? Come on, Avy. You can do it.” She grumbled something about him being too pushy for his own good, but there was a bit more confidence in her footwork as she continued following his lead. “There, see? You’ll be a flawless skater in no time!”

She scowled as he sped up a hair. “Come on, chicken.”

“Just, just don’t let go.”

“I won’t, Avy. Not yet.”

“Rhys.” He turned back to Feyre, blinking tears away as she studied him. “What is it?”

“I haven’t been out on that lake since I was, well, your age, probably.” She raised her hand to cup his face. “This was our spot, as kids. In the winter, I mean.”

“You and your brothers?”

“No. I taught Avy to skate out here when I wasn’t in Windhaven for the winter. She was terrified the ice would crack, no matter how many times she saw me acting a fool on it.” He chuckled softly, glancing back to the phantom siblings on the ice. Bittersweet and buried after centuries of putting those tender moments from his mind. “Even wild spirits have irrational fears, I suppose.”

Feyre rose up on her toes to press kiss his cheek. “We can do something else today, if this is too hard. Or if you want to keep this for the two of you. I understand.”

He shook his head, pressing his own kiss to her palm before folding her hand into his. “No, Feyre. It’s time I go out there again. Make new memories to join the old ones.”

“Alright then. Get those skates on.”

Feyre was right to think he would be a fool when he got out there. It had been centuries since he put on skates versus the decade she’d left the hobby behind. Bragging rights were hers, though Rhys was luckily a quick learner, mastering the technique quickly enough to chase his mate across the ice to the amusement of the families around them.

They spent hours on the ice, every second filled with laughter, joy, and love. And it was so easy to imagine another winter in the years to come where they two would have Nyx and potentially other children to watch twirl and fall on the lake beneath them. Sons and daughters of five or twelve to guide through each step.

For a moment he could almost imagine Avyanna laughing behind him once again. And he couldn’t wait for those lessons to come.

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teecupangel · 1 year

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How about an actual eldritch horror god Desmond?

“There is something… hidden in the gray world that frightens me.” Kadar confided with his head lowered in shame.

Altaïr simply frowned at him as he asked, “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you feel it, Altaïr?” Kadar asked as he raised his head, eyes filled with fear as he stared at Altaïr, begging him to understand, “Like… there’s something… watching us.”

Altaïr tilted his head as he asked, “It might be because one of our brothers was also using their sights to-”

“No!” Kadar shook his head, hands trembling as he gripped the fabric of his robes tightly to stop himself, “It’s not… it’s not human… It feels… old. So much older than any of us… and…”

Kadar’s eyes were wide with fear as he whispered, “It’s watching us.”

“Don’t you feel it, Altaïr?”

“Don’t you feel it watching you?”

Altaïr was born with the sight. Using it to see the gray world had simply been natural to him. He simply did not understand what this… ‘hidden observer’ was that Kadar spoke of.

He knew others feel it too and he has heard their excuses of being too frightened to stay connected to the gray world for too long because of it.

Altaïr didn’t believe them. They were just making excuses about how short they could use their sight.

The idea that something was watching them was something they believe in because they keep hearing it from other people so they believe they could feel something watching them as well.

An endless spiral perpetuated by fear and shame.

Altaïr had no interest in being a part of it.

Until…

Malik returned, holding the treasure from underneath Solomon’s Temple with both of his arms blackened like charcoal.

Without Kadar.

Malik would not speak of it but everyone knew Kadar was dead.

And it was Altaïr’s fault.

Altaïr knew it was his mind playing tricks on him. His guilt had manifested into that feeling of being watched.

And it wasn’t just in the gray world…

He could feel something watching his every move.

He could feel him.

But Altaïr ignored him.

He wasn’t real.

He was simply a way for Altaïr’s mind to dig his guilt deeper inside him, to remind him that the entire Brotherhood was watching him.

Then he started to hear him…

“Altaïr…”

“My Altaïr…”

“My first…”

The voice was distinctly male. So soft that the first time Altaïr heard him, he had assumed he had imagined it.

But the voice became louder the nearer he was to Jerusalem.

When he stepped into Jerusalem, Altaïr wondered if he was being haunted.

Because softer that the man’s voice…

Were the voices of Adha and Kadar, whispering the same words as the man…

So Altaïr followed the voice, curiosity and wariness warring inside him.

“That's it… come… find me…”

Altaïr had thought the voice will lead him back underneath Solomon’s Temple where some say King Solomon had sealed the greatest threat to God’s sovereignty.

An old god.

Altaïr had never believed it, of course.

And he supposed it didn’t matter for the voice did not lead him back to the temple.

Instead, he was led to the bureau.

It was the middle of the day yet the bureau was completely dark.

Without thinking about it, Altaïr blinked, letting the world be washed in gray.

Only to stagger and close his eyes tightly when he saw a golden white light coming deeper inside the bureau, bright enough to burn his eyes. He took deep breaths as he slowly opened his eyes, taking solace in the darkness of the bureau.

“Altaïr. Are you alright?”

Altaïr turned to face where Malik’s voice had come from, brows furrowing when he could only see the silhouette of Malik’s form standing just on the other side of the door that leads deeper into the bureau.

“Malik, what…”

“Come.” Malik cut him off and turned around, his form disappearing into the shadows and leaving Altaïr with nothing more than his quiet footsteps that soon disappeared as well.

Altaïr rubbed his eyes.

“Altaïr… come…”

The voice was so close now.

And Altaïr was simply too curious to ignore him now.

So he walked deeper into the bureau. He saw nothing but darkness but he had been to this bureau many times that he already knew the way.

Not even the darkness could hinder him.

Deeper and deeper…

Until he reached the room at the very end of the hallway that seemed so much longer than Altaïr had remembered.

Where had Malik gone?

Altaïr didn’t know.

And he found himself no longer caring.

Not when he could hear…

“Come to me, my Altaïr… come…”

Altaïr didn’t even think about how the blinding light had come from the other side of this door.

He didn’t even think of how strange it was that the entire bureau was quiet.

Nothing mattered.

All that mattered was the creaking sound the door made as it slowly opened.

What mattered was the soft glowing lights surrounding the empty room.

No.

Not empty.

There was someone laying on the floor, in the middle of the room.

Altaïr’s breath hitched as he recognized who it was.

“Kadar?” Altaïr walked inside the room and the soft glowing light seemingly etched into the entire room pulsed at the timing of his footsteps.

“Altaïr…” Kadar’s mouth moved as he slowly turned to lie on his arms and knees yet the voice that came out of his mouth was not just his.

It was the man’s voice.

And Adha’s.

Altaïr knelt in front of Kadar, enthralled by the glowing golden white liquid that oozed from the back of Kadar’s head, dripping into the floor. The liquid continued to pool underneath Kadar, creating more of the soft glowing lines that was slowly enveloping the room.

“My Altaïr…” Adha’s voice seemed to call out to him, making him lean closer.

A cold hand touch his cheek and Altaïr could feel warmth spreading underneath his skin.

Warmth that soon turned to heat…

So painful it felt like he was burning from the inside.

Yet the pain seemed so far away.

All Altaïr could do was stare…

As eyes burning like the sun stared back at him, glowing white light pouring from Kadar’s eyes like blinding tears.

“You’ve come for me, my Altaïr…” Kadar’s voice whispered as lips curved into a grin that Altaïr had never seen Kadar do before.

“You’ll make me whole, won’t you?”

Altaïr’s lips moved on their own as golden lines begin to envelop him.

“Yes…”

#i read eldritch horror and i’m all in babbeeeeyyy #have a small fic because eldritch horror yeeessss #i couldn’t add it but #the idea is adha was meant to be desmond’s vessel but she died #so he had to make do with kadar #… should i be tagging this with the usual tags?#better safe than sorry so naaaahhh #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond is an old god #desmond is an eldritch horror god

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Part 24 - Progress Takes Time

Pero Tovar and Female Reader (nicknamed Bee) Modern AU

You're trying to navigate helping William whilst also circumventing Pero's overprotective tendencies.

Creator chooses not to use Warnings! This is 18+ONLY! I'm so sorry for the wait, my loves! I'm once again battling myself to try and not put so much pressure on myself to write, and that means taking it slow and letting it happen naturally. I hope someone out here still enjoys the story, and again, I'm sorry for being so erratic with my updates <3

Word Count: 4168 Masterlist(this story) Author’s Masterlist

Link to Part 25

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Groot had been so focused on your partner, trying to comfort him from the pain of his own guilt, while you’d stepped into the cell, that even he had reacted too late to help you. And when his human brother had leapt onto his feet once he’d realized what you’d been doing, the dog had remained frozen to the spot on the floor where he’d laid beside Pero, with his ears and head held low.

Almost as if your actions had been so determined and sure that you had even managed to convince the animal that he wouldn’t be able to stop you, even before you’d stepped away from them. If so, that might explain why Groot still didn’t move as Pero pulled you from the room and slammed the door shut.

“Pintora, what the fuck were you thinking!? He could’ve killed you!” he barked at you, but his voice was weak and fractured, overwhelmed by the fear of knowing just how easily he could’ve lost you right then.

“He stopped, Pero,” you countered, with tears still streaming down your face and a terrible tremble bothering your empty hands. “He stopped.”

“You got lucky…” he cautioned, because he was not at all ready to believe that William had deliberately backed off.

But you soured then, as if his perspective was offensive for some reason, and stepped away from him to pick up the little piglet that you’d dropped on the floor when you’d caught him earlier. Crossing your arms over your chest, you pinned the stuffed animal at the top of your belly, which already seemed to be your favourite spot for it, and glared at him.

“I understand that you’re still frightened of him, but I’m telling you that he heard me. I got to him, I could see it in his eyes.”

“Bee… if you ever step foot in that cell again-…”

“You’ll what?” you cut him off, challenging him to reveal his fears in full and stop hiding behind the other man’s evil.

Pero wasn’t strong enough to admit to himself that this was all the result of his own failure, but he also couldn’t conceal his weakness anymore. He crumbled under your strength, unable to fathom how you simply weren’t afraid of the man right then, feeling so small compared to you and the massiveness of your confidence in that moment.

“You can never trust him, mi amor…” he finally whispered, unable to bring any more strength to his voice. “He will kill you if you let him, you must believe that.”

He felt so powerless standing there, all but begging you not to put yourself in danger, when he should’ve just made sure that you never could again. But somehow, he knew in his heart that you would not be stopped, no matter the risk. You had walked into that cell with a conviction of some sort, a knowledge that Pero wasn’t privy to and probably couldn’t understand even if he had been.

You had walked in there knowing… knowing that you would walk out alive. Not just believing it but knowing it so absolutely that even William had felt it in you.

“What I believe, is that if we keep going like we have until now, we’re gonna end up destroying both ourselves and each other,” you calmly stated. “And I will not let that happen. I will defend this family, Pero… even against you.”

That brought his mind to an abrupt stop, because what the hell did that mean? He had never been the threat… had he?

But the more he thought about it, the clearer the answer became. He wasn’t a threat so much as the weak link in the chain. The one that put everyone at risk, because if he broke, the people around him would all suffer. He’d been unable to kill Will, unable to break him, unable to stop this darkness from hurting you and your family, and now, his hope was faltering.

Of course, you had to protect yourself from him. He wasn’t giving you any other option.

“The killing has to stop,” you said softly, coming closer again and uncrossing one arm so that you could take his hand. “We can’t let ourselves become monsters. William is innocent, so if we’re gonna kill him, we have to do it out of kindness, not hate or fear. Only as a last resort, after all other options are exhausted and he still hasn’t improved. But we’re not there yet. He heard me, honey. I know that he did, so we have to give him one more chance before we can say that ending his life would be an act of mercy.”

Impossibly, hearing the strength in your voice and the quiet but absolute resolve to not let this situation bring you down, managed to give him back some of his hope. Within your courage, he found a way to believe you, even though his own strength had long since left him. Somehow, you were powerful enough to carry the both of you forwards, refusing to let anything threaten your happily ever after, and he had never loved you more.

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It would take several weeks of carefully measured steps before William even interacted with you the first time. You started with offering him fresh clothes and full meals every day, all of which he refused for almost a week, until the hunger finally got the better of him. The food slowly restored his strength, and with that, his temper returned.

It was clear that he was still very much suffering the effects of the conditioning and the compulsion to complete his mission of killing you, that much was visible in his eyes every time that he looked at you. But there was doubt in there too. Something that you suspected came from the man underneath all the suffering and manipulation. The real William Garin. The problem was getting that man to take back control of himself.

One positive aspect, and the primary reason why you refused to give up, was that even when you repeatedly put yourself within his reach, he never tried to touch you. And you didn’t think that that was solely because of Pero’s presence in the cell every time that you tried it. Obviously, your partner was much too worried to let you be in there with your would-be assassin alone, but even so, Will’s focus was only ever on you whenever he did react.

You tried not to think to closely about what you knew that Pero had done to him, and what you guessed that he might’ve been unable to tell you. It wasn’t really helpful anyway, and you’d always known him to be capable of terrible things, but the real reason why you stayed away from it, was simply that it scared you to linger on the realization that he could do these things to a man that he loved.

But you also couldn’t judge him for it. You couldn’t condemn his actions anymore than you could hold it against him that he’d sent you away, because you had no idea how dangerous his world really was. That was what all this had finally taught you. That for all the crap that you’d seen and learned in the time that you’d known him, Pero’s world was still too dark for you to ever truly grasp.

You saw it in Will’s eyes too. The knowledge that he possessed and the power that someone with their training and experience had at their disposal. And it wasn’t until you recognized that look in his eyes as the same darkness that you’d always seen in your partner, that you began to understand that you’d only seen a fraction of the truth. That Pero had shielded you from his reality from the very beginning.

Still, there was a silver lining to it all, because the fact that he’d done that meant that his love for you was more powerful than all that. It meant that the light which he’d found in his feelings for you, was strong enough to hold all that darkness at bay. You chose to focus on that, and only that, since it was likely the only thing that would be strong enough to reach into Will’s heart too.

And after nearly a month of seemingly fruitless efforts, it finally paid off. Well… sort of.

You were sitting in a chair which stood against the furthest wall from where he was chained, the one where the viewing glass was, and you were talking quietly to yourself. Pero wasn’t there that day, he was taking care of the horses’ hooves, which had enabled you to sneak down there without him knowing. Something that you did whenever you got the chance.

Not because there was anything you felt like you needed to hide from him, but just because you suspected that your captive might sooner respond to you if his nemesis wasn’t in the room. And since your partner refused to leave you alone with him for even a second, this was the only way to cultivate your own relationship with Will.

“We’re having a girl,” you said quietly, looking down at the little piglet that you were resting on the top of your belly, just because it fit so perfectly there. “Can you imagine Pero with a baby? I kinda struggle to myself, but I know that he’s gonna be good at it. He’s incredibly loving and tender whenever he gets the chance.”

You casually paused then, giving him the chance to respond if he wanted to. You kept the topic mainly on Pero, since that was the common ground between you, hoping that he’d eventually feel compelled to either object to something that you said, or just respond out of annoyance. But he remained silent, so you kept going after a few moments.

“It’s a bit strange to know that the father of your child is perhaps the deadliest human being on the planet. Especially when I’ve never seen him be evil. Because that’s the thing that most people assume, isn’t it? That you can’t be a killer and a good person, that they’re mutually exclusive. But even though I’ve seen him at his worst, I still don’t see evil in him, only fear and doubt. The same things that I see in you.”

He wasn’t showing any signs of listening to you, so you were about to call it a day before your partner would begin to wonder where you’d gone.

“You’re a fool…” the man on the floor whispered barely audibly, making your ears prick with interest and surprise.

“What?” you carefully prompted, hoping that he’d keep going.

“He will kill you,” he continued after a brief pause. “That’s what we are…”

“How do you mean?” you prodded, still trying to spur him into carrying on, because no matter what he said, just the fact that he was finally talking was a victory.

“We are death. Especially to those who care for us. Mark my words, there will come a moment when you’ll regret ever meeting him, and that will be the moment right before you and your family dies.”

He said it with a thick layer of acid to his tone, a deep and dark contempt on full display in every syllable, but you saw through the overtly mean façade, straight to the self-hatred that was boiling right beneath the surface.

“I don’t believe that that’s true, but I can understand why you feel that way,” you said earnestly, knowing that it would provoke him.

“You understand nothing…” he growled, taking the bait. “You don’t know what he really is… the things that I had to stop him from doing every day while we were in training. He’s an animal, and he always will be.”

He was clearly trying to drive a wedge between you and Pero, and you weren’t sure if it was because of his conditioning, continually pushing him to finish his last mission and end your life, one way or another. Or, if it was merely the words of a broken man, trying to make the people around him hurt as much as he did. But you were sure about the fact that he was dead wrong.

“If you truly believed that then you never would’ve invited him to meet your family, but I know that you did,” you challenged, not letting him get the upper hand in the dialogue. “I know that you wished for him to come and visit, that you missed him every day and that your family never felt complete without him.”

He looked at you as though you’d just stabbed him in the kneecap, but he seemed more confused and hurt than angry, and since he didn’t respond, you set about explaining how you knew that.

“You and I have met before. I know that you didn’t live here, but you must’ve worked quite close to my neighbourhood because I often saw you at the store on Hillstreet, the one I mostly use for my weekly groceries. We even spoke a couple of times. You introduced me to Lin Mae and Daisy once, after accidentally bumping into me in the pasta section, and we chatted for a while,” you reminded him, and saw his mind work to try and locate the memory.

Your few encounters had been brief and no more than what anyone would expect of temporary conversations between strangers, but you were good at reading what people left out of their tales, so you’d known from the start that this man had secrets and demons. And while you might never have imagined that he’d been an assassin, you’d always been able to see his pain.

“You never told me anything specific, but I could tell from your behaviour and the gaps in your stories, that something was missing. And when I met Pero and learned about your shared history, I knew right away that he was that missing piece. I know that you loved him. Despite whatever horrors you went through as boys and young men, he was everything that you had for a long time, and you loved him every bit as much as you loved your wife. And that’s not a guess, Will. I know that this is true, as surely as I know that I’m alive, so you can stop trying to scare me with your broken mind and conflicted thoughts. I’m not stupid enough to not be afraid of you, but I’m also not stupid enough to believe the ramblings of someone that doesn’t even know who he is anymore.”

That made the man before you shrink, even though that seemed to go against his still very weak physique. He was little more than a shell now, and there was every reason to think that he would never recover, but you still hoped for a miracle.

“He will always be your brother, William. Despite everything you’ve done to each other, he still loves you. That’s the only reason why you’re still alive, and while I’m sure that you’d rather not be… I want you to know that there’s a family standing before you right now. Not a big one, but one that’s willing to take you in and care for you, all the same. Don’t throw it away without giving it a chance.”

He wouldn’t look at you, and you didn’t need him to. He had heard you, and that was as much as you could ask of him for now. You got up and picked up the chair to take it with you as you left the room.

“You’re a fool…” he repeated himself, still quietly but with much more force to the words this time.

Stopping on the threshold of the cell, you turned back to look at him, and he was meeting your eyes now.

“…if you think for one second that you will ever be safe around me,” he finished, and you could tell from his expression that he was expecting you to find those words at the very least uncomfortable.

But you felt only sad.

“If that’s true, then I pity you,” you replied softly, meeting his hateful glare with nothing but care, which only seemed to further vex him. “No one should go through life so alone.”

He just kept staring at you, so you left the room and closed the door, feeling positive despite the gloomy atmosphere. Because as bad as the poor man still was, this was progress. You locked the cell and then left the bunker, starting the slow walk back to the house in your slightly waddling fashion now that the little one was only about a month away. But as you reached the outdoor fireplace, something made you turn your head to the left, and when you saw what it was, you stopped.

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Pero heard you long before you came into view among the shrubs, but he didn’t say anything. He knew that you’d notice him, one way or another, and he wasn’t sure of what he could say that wouldn’t sound accusatory or angry. And sure enough, you looked to the side just as you were about to pass him, and the look in your eyes when you realized that it was him, was all the confirmation that he needed as to what you’d been doing.

You stopped and turned to face him with slow, measured movements, taking your time to buy yourself a moment to think, which was fine with him, because he really did want to know what the hell you were thinking.

“I’m sorry…” you started, sounding every bit as apologetic as the words suggested, but it did little to soothe him. “I thought that he might open up to me better if you weren’t there.”

That did sound like the sort of reasoning that you would have, but even so, it was not good enough to justify putting yourself and your baby in that kind of danger.

“I know that you don’t agree,” you tried to appease him, “but it worked. He talked to me, honey.”

As surprising and positive as that was to hear, it still wasn’t a good enough reason. Nothing was.

“Try this again, and I will change the locks so that you can never go down there again,” he warned, surprising himself with how hard he sounded.

“Pero… I’m the only one that’s gotten through to him. If we’re gonna have any hope of saving his life then you have to let me build a relationship with him,” you reasoned, and while he knew that you were entirely correct, it made no difference at all.

He stood up and stepped closer to you, reaching out to take your hand as soon as he was close enough, and then put his other hand on the side of your belly. Then he looked into your eyes and tried to convey every thought and every feeling that he was having in that moment, but couldn’t articulate for the life of him.

“I. Don’t. Care.”

A shiver passed through you at that, as you felt everything that he was cramming into those three little words and realized what he was saying.

Nothing matters more than you. More than her. More than us.

Nothing.

But you weren’t one to be controlled. If he knew one thing about you, it was that he would never be able to expect you to just do as he said, no matter how fervently he insisted. If you had been so inclined, he wouldn’t have had to send you off to a fucking island in the middle of the pacific with no means of getting yourself back. He loved that side of you as much as he dreaded it, because it made you strong but also unpredictable.

“He still loves you,” you countered, still unwilling to just leave things be and focus on taking care of yourself for now, and he sighed at your endless defiance.

“I love you, pintora, and that is a fulltime job these days, so forgive me for not having the energy to care all that much about the man that still wants to kill you.”

“But that’s my point, Pero,” you persisted, even as he began to drag you back towards the house. “You both still care about each other, and I’m the unifier between you. I’m the one that can reach you both and reunite you.”

“And my point is that even if that’s true, this is not the time for any reunion. We have our own lives to tend to.”

“So we just leave him down there by himself while we go off and build a family without him? No… I’m not gonna do that, honey.”

“Are you not even a little bit worried about what he can do to you? To all of us?” he challenged, truly fearing that you weren’t seeing the reality of your circumstances right then.

“Of course I am, I’m not stupid. But I’m also not cold or uncaring, and you can stop pretending that you are too, because I know you. Deep down, you miss him more than you’ve ever missed anything.”

He didn’t have a response to that, because it was damned well true, but it was also not what he wanted to think or talk about for the foreseeable future.

“Can we just pretend to be a normal couple for a minute and talk about nurseries and baby stuff, not killers and brainwashing?” he pleaded, to which you rolled your eyes but then conceded with a gentle nod.

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Later that day, you went upstairs to take a bath while Pero helped Dean clear the table and clean dinner away. And much like every time that he and your father had been alone lately, the subject inevitably turned to the unfortunate captive out in the woods.

“You do realize that you can’t keep him down there indefinitely, right? As safe as it might feel for now, sooner or later you’re gonna have to deal with him,” Dean prompted, making Pero scoff.

“Oh, your daughter is already on top of that.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that she spent the hour that I was in the stables with you today, alone down there with him. And if I know her, she was in the cell with him the whole time,” Pero explained, and just saying those words put a sour taste in the back of his throat.

“Shit…” the older man breathed, obviously equally unhappy with this development. “That’s not good. If she feels like she’s making progress then neither of us are gonna be able to keep her out of there.”

“I have already warned her that I will change the locks if I must.”

“Yeah, like that’s gonna stop her…” your father sighed, shaking his head in what seemed like defeat, even though the battle for your safety had only just begun.

“Dean…” Pero almost whispered now, as real fear constricted his chest. “I’m really scared that she’s gonna make a mistake. That he’s gonna delude her into trusting him and get her to lower her guard. He was always the best of us at infiltration and manipulation and that’s not a skill that Lang would’ve stripped him of.”

“No. But you’re not giving Bee enough credit here,” the older man reminded him with a sharp brow. “She’s smart, and tremendously good at reading people, especially when it comes to what they themselves don’t realize that they’re after. She won’t be fooled, son. Even by someone like William.”

“I hope you’re right. Because if he lays a finger on her… I will douse him in acid and leave him there to die slowly.”

“If it comes to that, I’ll help you. But let’s not start digging graves just yet. I still have the utmost faith in my daughter, and I truly do believe that if anyone can reach William, it’ll be her. She managed to tame you, after all,” your dad finished with a wink, making the younger man smile despite his worries.

Dean’s solidness and calm reasoning was soothing to Pero, particularly when it came to his fears and worries about you, so the conversation left him feeling better. There was something about knowing that those same characteristics existed in you as well, that made him feel like everything would somehow be okay. And he needed that feeling more than usual on that day.

He stepped up to the older man while opening his arms in a silent request for a hug, which was warmly received, and when Dean’s long, muscular arms wrapped around his back and held him close, Pero felt safer than he had in a very long time.

“You are the best father anyone could ask for. Thank you,” he mumbled into the man’s shoulder.

“And I couldn’t have hoped for a better partner for my treasured only daughter, so thank you right back, my beloved boy.”

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GIVE ME THE LIST

MY OWL HOUSE X CRANE WIVES THESIS, JUST FOR YOU MY FRIEND!

(in reference to my tags on this post)

ok ok so i haven't listened to *every* crane wives song yet but i have listened through Foxlore, Coyote Stories, and The Fool In Her Wedding Gown and these are the ones that stuck out to me as owl house amv material/just generally really fitting/relevant:

Down The River: "I've been wishing that you'd prove me wrong / That you'd come clean and rue the damage done / Restore my faith in you / But you've got no reason to"

This could be either Wittebane brother addressing the other (in Philip's case much more hypocritically), feeling hurt by the other's desertion and betrayal and wishing things hadn't changed between them.

Ribs: "Time has changed the metaphor / Now, dust is not the origin of bone / Little girl, don't let them sell you any armor / All your ribs are still your own"

I'm in love with @justmagicalgirl's analysis on how this one applies to Hunter, and I also like to interpret it as the Titan's POV about having been used by Philip to further his conquest of the Isles, addressing Luz and/or King about how he wishes better for both of them.

Curses: "This house says my name like an elegy / Echoing where my ghosts all used to be / There's still cobwebs in the corners / And the backyard's full of bones / Won't you stay with me, my darling / When this house don't feel like home?"

Eda-centric, specifically about her curse and how it's affected her relationships and her reputation. There's room for Philip's curse in contrast to hers in there too, especially in the third verse.

Keep You Safe: "My daddy always said / “Nothing worth doing comes easy” / Time is not your friend / Time is not your remedy / No amount of waiting will make you / Make you brave / No amount of fear will keep you / No amount of fear will keep you safe"

This is a total Willow song, focusing on her self-confidence issues.

The Moon Will Sing: "The moon will sing a song for me / I loved you like the sun / Bore the shadows that you made / With no light of my own / I shine only with the light you gave me"

This could fit as either an Amity or Lilith song, in Amity's case being about how she feels like she's not a person outside of what her mother made her to be, and in Lilith's case about being constantly outshone by her sister and not knowing who she is outside of the authority granted to her by Belos.

Allies or Enemies: "Remember when I could tell you not to smile when you were mad? / And you would always crack / And we’d both be laughing in the end / Now you’re not so quick to forget / Are we allies or enemies? / This will be the death of me"

Ohhhhh the song about wanting to mend broken relationships, not knowing if things can go back to how they used to be. This could fit Amity and Willow's relationship, Eda and Lilith, or Eda and Raine </3

Sleeping Giants: "I feel the mountains, I feel the mountains / Shifting under me / The sleeping giants are finally waking / Waking finally / My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears / I hear something calling me"

Listen to this song and tell me it doesn't fit the final battle scene. I DARE you.

Show Your Fangs: "With malice, beasts will show their fangs / They’re in for a surprise / Bravely I will wield my weapon / I made from fangs of those that died / I'm not your highness / A damsel left helpless by fright / I am a lioness / Fierce as I walk through the night"

This song fits Luz being resurrected by the Titan, inheriting their titan traits, and going into the final battle absolved of the guilt from being manipulated by Belos. Also fitting for harpy!Eda post-reconciliation with the Owl Beast.

Never Love An Anchor is already a Raeda AMV and you are legally required to go watch it one million billion time please and thanks <3

That's all I have so far!!! I'm sure upon re-listening through their discography I could come up with more but these were my gut reaction ideas, anyone please feel free to reblog with your own thoughts/analysis!!

#the owl house #lunar rambles #the crane wives #if people were to make toh amvs along to these songs well i would simply scream and yell

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charleslee-valentine · 8 months

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Hand in hand, two little boys walk down the dusty Texas backroads.

They’re almost identical, except the boy with the wine colored birthmark across his left cheek has his choppy hair in a tiny braid, while his slightly taller brother, who is like his mirrored opposite, has his dark brown hair hanging loose and messy.

The tiny baby they carry with them, in an old potato sack with straps attached and holes cut in it for his legs, looks almost the same, though his hair curls are different, and his top lip permanently curls up to show his gums and budding little teeth.

Just the three of them are running away from home.

It’s hot, but it’s always that way out here in the middle of nowhere Texas, even in the pitch darkness they’re currently navigating. The twins have grown used to it, their priority mostly giving the baby a bit of water on his head every now and again to keep him cool.

That, and one of them, the twin that walks a little more stiffly, and carries a knife with him everywhere, just in case, his goal is to make sure they aren’t being followed.

Every few feet he turns and walks backwards, looking behind them at the long and dark stretch of road.

“Y-You sure does wor-worry a lot, there Nu-Nubbins.” The shorter brother chimes out of nowhere, though that’s not to say that he’s been quiet before per se. He’s been humming and singing and laughing at nothing the whole way, noises the way he shows his excitement.

The one called Nubbins speaks fast and frantic, like he’s desperate to be understood, “C-C’a’int help it, Bobby. A-Ain’t ya scare..scared?”

“Nope.” Is Bobby’s simple reply, his nose turned up high in the air with confidence that has his brother jogging for a moment to keep up with.

It embarasses Nubbins, to think that maybe he’s the problem. His twin is his idol, and he wants nothing more than to be like him. His little brain rationalizes that there’s got to be a reason why they feel differently, “It’s.. it’s cause you ain’t c-carryin’ the baby.”

But Bobby misunderstands what he means, “Yer’ scared ‘a lit-little B-Bubba?”

Nubbins takes it personally, bad at reading tone, especially over the sound of all the darned cicadas and crickets and katydids chirping away in the fields and trees they walk past.

“I w-wish you weren’t so me-mean to..t-to me.”

And now, caught in a cycle, Bobby takes that personally.

“H-Hey now listen p-pipsqueak. I ain’t mean. I-I’m the best brother. Th-The best.”

If it wasn’t for baby Bubba snoozing on Nubbins’ chest in the homemade bag, he’d have turned and started picking a fight with his brother. Meanness and hatred and spite are all they know. Bloodshed and mayhem and hiding under the bed from their big brother. Squeezing their eyes shut and crying so so quietly while they listen to their twin being beaten just across the room, or down the hall. It didn’t matter. Violence was everywhere.

It’s why they’re leaving now. Nubbins feels kind of bad for thinking about tearing out Bobby’s hair in patches, or biting him on the arm, or kneeing him in the chest over and over and over ‘til he coughed up blood. Actually, really bad.

He looks over at Bobby, with his balled up fists, and reaches out with words, tries to make a connection from a different place, ‘cause he loves his twin. “Can..can you t-tell me what I-I oughta do?”

Bobby doesn’t need guilt to change his mind, he needs to vent. He kicks some dust up and punches the air for a minute, and then he answers all calmly, “‘Bout what?”

“I ‘unno. D-Don’ want Drayton t’ fi..find us.” Nubbins worries aloud. Usually he isn’t this nervous, usually he loves adventures! But this one is extra scary, and they’re only so small, and-

Bobby doesn’t share his fears.

“A-As if! You..You ‘n me both knows ‘at o-old fart won’ e-even know we’re g-gone ‘til tomorrow mor..mornin’ at least.”

“O-Oh alright… But..but if we get in tr-trouble I’m’a gonna be r-real ma-mad at’cha.” Nubbins threatens, a smile growing on his face as relief sets in. If Bobby says things will be okay, then they will. He just knows it.

“Deal.” Bobby agrees to accept his brother's future fury, quickly forgetting the topic and moving on to his next subject of interest, “Gimme..gimme Bubba!”

Happily. Nubbins takes off the makeshift baby carrier and helps his twin get into it, loosening the straps since Bobby’s got slightly bigger shoulders. Drayton always said that he was a parasite and sucked all of Nubbins’ life away when they were in mama’s womb.

Drayton would swear, with his fists or a broomstick raised up over his head, that that’s why he was so weak.

They work together to get the baby carrier in place, by now Bubba awake in there and reaching his chubby little hands up for attention. Bobby heaves him up by his diapered bottom and exclaims, “Shee-oot, B-Bubba’s gettin’ he-heavy!”

It reminds Nubbins of something else their big brother used to say. He was always commenting on Bubba's weight or making mean faces when the baby would steal a little fistful of food. That was always too mean for Nubbins. The baby was just that. A baby! Just a little six month old guy!

He loves him, almost as much as he loves Bobby, and wants to take care of him.

There’s just one problem. “How.. How we gon’ f-feed ‘im?”

Bobby thinks about it, skipping excitedly when an idea hits him, “I-I know! He-He really likes th-them funny lookin’ p-purple berries that grows by.. behind the gas station! O-On them little bush-bushes! A-An’ Drayton’s always s-sayin’ ~get the-them things out yer’ m-mouth boy!~ an’ make-makes Bubba spit em’ out! B-B-But we can fee-feed ‘im as many as..as he wants!!”

All that rambling inspires Nubbins.

They’ve gotten this far, why not! It’s up to them to seize fate and leave behind their isolated farmhouse. They won’t let little Bubba hurt the way they have.

“Y-Yeah alright!! Just.. jus’ gotta f-find some!”

“I-I th-think ther’s some dow-down by the str-stream!!” Bobby remembers, taking his brother by the hand, and taking off running.

#tw child abuse #nubbins sawyer #bobby sawyer #chop top sawyer #bubba sawyer #drayton sawyer #tcm 1974 #texas chainsaw massacre fan fiction #ficlet #added a tw to this one since it’s a kid fic and even though it’s canon I know it’s rough readin bout kids getting hurt #also.#y’all. look up common moonseed berries. for this to make sense. I’m sorry-#there are about three endings we can go for. they get caught and have to go home. they eat the berries. or they live happily ever after #lettin the people choose cause I didn’t wanna pick one ending

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a-libra-writes · 11 months

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give me more brandon hcs 😩 i’ll take anything pls!!!!

hey lets take a hard turn and go into a fullblown angsting 'Brandon lives' AU wooooop--

You didn't believe the rumors at first. You didn't want to have the hope, and even when you were told he'd be here soon - they seemed so sure of that. Even as Brandon Stark was standing right before you - haggard, barely able to speak, a terrifying storm in his eyes. He can barely speak for the first few weeks, though he doesn't need words when his murderous anger is obvious.

At this point, he lives by his own whims and judgement, for better or for worse. Brandon was already a confidant man who could act recklessly, and one might think a near death experience would temper this. It does not. He's full steam ahead, driven by emotion - wether that's red-hot anger or cold vengeance. When he has his mind on something, it's nearly impossible to stop him. You'll have to settle for deviating the course.

This means if a lord offends him, he'll react with far more anger or force than before. If he senses someone is a threat, he deals with them immediately. If you two are romantically involved but the match isn't advantageous, he doesn't care, he's going to marry you and disregard the consequences. Many times you've had to be damage control for Brandon's less-than-courtly outbursts, but at least this is the North.

(This means the original betrothal with Catlyn is out the window, though she and Ned have already been together for almost a year by now. She doesn't want to believe how much Brandon has changed, but after finally seeing it for herself ... well.)

Ned was worried about his still-injured brother wanting to return to the battlefield. He ought to stay back in Winterfell with you and Benjen, but revenge is the forefront on the returned Stark's mind. He almost can't sleep, he's so consumed by it. In a short span of time, he went from being called the "Wounded Wolf" to the "Bloody Wolf". He didn't fight far from the North, but he still fought viciously. He's highly respected, but also feared.

The rebellion had to end eventually. The Targaryens were dead or scattered, their supporters were the same, and Lyanna didn't come home. It's time to pick up the pieces, and adjust to this strange new Westeros.

With no war and no revenge left, it's like Brandon deflates. His anger has finally fizzled out and he's tired, very tired. He has no words to explain the trauma he's experienced; he's expected to remain strong and move on. While Ned handles his grief inwardly and distantly, Brandon can't do that. He needed the anger and war to distract himself from the nightmares and memories and overwhelming grief and guilt.

You'd have your work cut out from you; no doubt reeling from your own trauma of thinking he was dead, then he returned, then he went off to war whilst still injured and is back again. At least Brandon wants to be close to you, like always. If anything, he takes even greater comfort in your presence and warmth. You were one of the few people who could redirect his temper to begin with, and after the Rebellion you may as well be the only one. You keep him moving when the memory of his father and his own near-death threaten to paralyze him. It's not easy.

There's still traces of the old Brandon you knew. In the mornings where he's slept through the night without any terrors, he's snuggly and amusingly petulant when you want to get up. When you both are hunting alone in the forest, he'll slip back into his boyish habit of showing off for you. He still has plenty of desire for you and likes making his cheesy (sorry, flirty) remarks when others aren't around. Or even when they are, who cares.

You're also the only one who he allows to touch his neck - no, he doesn't even want the maester near it. So you're given the directions and ointment to help with the pain. As tall and strong as he is, you can tell Brandon is trying not to flinch away and shake, no matter how gentle you're being. He feels too vulnerable and too weak, but rather than keep you at arm's length, he wants to draw you in and not let go for a long time.

Any fabric and collars touching his neck is uncomfortable at best and triggering at worst, so Brandon has his tunics and doublets tailored to be open to his collarbone. An unusual style for sure, and many believe he does it on purpose to look more intimidating. It's part of his myth as the wolf who came back - but Brandon doesn't care for all of that nonsense. He just can't stand to have something resting and brushing against the skin there. Kisses on the neck are also a no go, nor is touching, unless it's for the treatments mentioned earlier. It's unfortunate when he's sick; the coughing and phlegm almost rid him of his voice and make his whole neck and chest ache.

(Years after the fact, Brandon's voice stays hoarse and low. When he raises his voice and roars, it sounds so broken and feral that it never fails to stop grown men in their tracks. When he overexerts himself, his breathing sounds closer to pained wheezing. The scar in his neck is deep, the skin permanently discolored.)

When it comes to Jon, Robb and his own children, Brandon is very protective. Before the war and all the deaths, he'd be the sort of permissive father to let his children run all over the hunting grounds and Winterfell. Now he's nervous when he isn't sure of where they are. He may frighten them with his coughing or how his voice sounds when it's raised - not that he ever raises it at them - which makes him feel bad. Brandon is still young, but the Rebellion aged him. You like seeing his familiar, nostalgic old smile when he watches Robb, Jon and his own kid play in the courtyard. The children were told from a young age to not ask about the scar or the war. Brandon might want to tell his own children, but when they're older - much older. It's all still too fresh in his mind.

(I also like to think that Brandon is a little suspicious of the story behind Jon, but his younger brother isn't keen to tell him the truth. Ned has seen Brandon react violently whenever Targaryens are brought up).

There's an odd rift between Brandon and Ned, and to a lesser extent between Brandon and Ben (whose still gone to the Wall). At the heart of it, they're grieving deeply, and their methods of grieving are totally different. Ned doesn't agree with how aggressively Brandon deals with most situations, Brandon doesn't like how withdrawn his brother has become; he feels as though he's being judged. You and Catlyn would have to do quite a bit of mediating, and there would be some tense family dinners ... And feasts. Brandon can be very bold about his hatred of the Targaryens and how Aerys deserved worse than being betrayed by his own Kingsguard. You and Catlyn share the look and jump into damage control mode.

This also means the War of 5 Kings might go very differently ... Brandon's lost enough family already. He'll grab that sword and go back to war in an instant - no matter who tries to stop him.

#anon: i will take any brandon hcs #me: i offer pain #brandon stark x reader #got x reader #game of thrones x reader

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randomfoggytiger · 10 months

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How the Ghosts Stole Christmas In-Depth (Part VI): Tears and Terror

Time for crazy good fun!

**Note**: Will edit later~.

Scully pops awake, grabbing for her gun and flashlight to sweep the room, trying to plan an escape route. This time she throws all hangups to the wind, grasping at both the left and right doors, hoping at least one will work.

“I locked it,” drones Maurice, who’s appeared in one of the chairs before the fireplace.

Scully keeps the gun pointed directly at him despite his assurances (“for your protection” sounds too much like CSM's En Ami excuse: “you were exhausted”); and fed up, she barks warnings that she's armed and not afraid to shoot.

“Glad to hear it,” the ghost rejoinders, “you may have to defend yourself against that crazy partner of yours.”

“What have you done to him??,” she yells, heartbroken and afraid that Mulder might have been hurt.

“Do you have any idea why he brought you here, to this house?”

Scully’s lip trembles as she takes a deep breath. “Look, all I know is this is just some bad dream. This is all in my head.”

Maurice cuts through her denial: “And yet here you are waving a gun at me. Like your partner.”

At that dramatic cue, Not!Mulder begins BANGING on the door, yelling “Scully!” Off of this, Maurice continues, “Do you realize how seriously disturbed that man is? How dark and lonely?”

Scully’s confidence crumbles once again-- this time with anguish, staring deep into the other man’s soul to try to find a flicker of a lie to jumpstart her denial. She’s not afraid of Mulder (never)-- but the realization that she’s left him in the dark about her feelings, that he might have felt like an unwanted hindrance or annoyance, is breaking her heart a little more each time Maurice or Lyda “unite” with her critical mind against him.

Scully rushes to help Mulder, stopped briefly when Maurice holds out her car keys. In utter bafflement and anger, she turns her righteous fury into interrogation. “Where did you get those??”

Maurice bats away her questions. “He’s got nowhere to go this Christmas.” How sad that Mulder’s solitude is being weaponized against him. “No one to go with. Did he happen to mention a story about a lover’s pact?”

“Where did you get those keys?” she tries to redirect again, wanting to escape this train of thought as fast as possible. If Mulder was alone and she didn’t notice… why didn’t she notice? Did she not notice and make him feel like a burden? Is she responsible for whatever breakdown Mulder might be going through on the other side of the door? Was she not a good enough Starbuck for her Ahab, inadvertently abandoning him to madness?

Of course none of this is true: in Part 1 it’s even hinted Scully came prepared to spend time with Mulder (all her presents wrapped, etc.)... just not at a haunted house. But Scully dutifully lashes herself, her nature taking all of the burdens of her partner’s weaknesses and her boss’s disappointments and her mother’s fears and her brother’s scolding and her late sister’s death and her father's disappointment and foisting them on herself alone. And Scully thinks she can take it as long as she keeps moving forward. But when Mulder stagnates, she is forced to sit; and those back-breaking burdens start to weigh on her bones and make her reevaluate her life by overthinking her human errors-- her faults, as she deems them.

And Maurice and Lyda sniffed this out and continue to spin her around with her guilt complex.

Scully’s guilt complex is ever present and fueled by a sense of failure to save Mulder; while Mulder’s guilt complex is (mostly) kept tucked away in-between his dusty files (which is why he never stops work long enough to feel guilty) but emerges every time his quest drags another life-- Scully’s-- down further into the stomach of his white whale.

“The man is acting out an unconscious yearning: a deep-seated terror of being alone.”

Maurice is dead-on: Mulder’s fear of “being the only one left” was rooted in childhood before his sister’s abduction (Aubrey); and continues after Scully chose not to leave in FTF and all the way up to (and beyond) his disastrous wish in Je Souhaite.

Scully shrinks back, tears in her eyes, as she tries to get distance and regain control. When Mulder knocks again, she pauses-- and yes, she believes, for a moment, that the old ghost might be right about her lonely, isolated partner…. But she answers “Mulder”, anyway, hearing his voice and trusting it like always.

“I’m here, Mulder.”

She grabs the keys and brandishes her gun once more: “Open the door.”

“I’ve seen it happen… too many times in this house,” Maurice builds, creepy angelic choir building around him.

“I don’t believe you,” Scully snaps, firm and sure. She cuts off further conversation by yelling at him to “Open the door!”, but still purses her lips in conflicted anticipation. To be Scully is to doubt and yet to trust Mulder underneath those doubts (as she’s demonstrated since the Pilot and particularly poignantly in Badlaa… as wonky as that episode is.)

“Where’s Scully?” asks Not!Mulder, opening the door and facing Maurice. At her “Mulder,” the fake whips around and points his gun directly at her chest-- right for the heart (ah, Lyda, you melodramatic witch.)

He misses… because it’s not him, which is a nice detail; and fake-Mulder-who-shall-now-be-referred-to-as-Lyda realizes she needs to get as close to her target as possible.

Scully, shaken, tries to talk “him” down while Lyda squeezes off a few more shots.

“There’s no getting out of here, Scully. There’s no way home.”

“Mulder, c’mon! Mulder, don’t come any closer-- you’re scaring me!”

A great shot of Maurice hovering by Not!Mulder’s right side depicts him as a controlling shoulder-demon.

“PUT THE GUN DOWN!”

“WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO-- YOU GONNA SHOOT ME??” Lyda taunts, effortlessly portraying a gleefully manic Mulder at the end of his rope.

“I’m not gonna shoot you!” Scully yells back. Then, either as a consoling effort-- or a desperate, pleaful warning-- she adds, “I don’t wanna shoot you!”

“It’s me or you,” Manic!Mulder replies-- a dead-giveaway this isn’t the actual guy (who only ever thinks of himself and Scully as one unit), “you or me. One of us has to do it.”

“Mulder, look,” Scully begins, running through the steps that always talks him down, “we don’t have to do this.”

“OH YES WE DO.” (How DD delivered that line cracks me up.)

“We can get out of here--”

“Even if we could, what’s waiting for us? More LONELINESS??”

And now for the greatest line that Chris Carter ever wrote: “And then 365 more shopping days ‘til even MORE loneliness!” (Bless that man for this sentence alone.)

“I don’t believe what you’re saying!” Scully yells back.

At her continued denial (“Mulder, I don’t believe a word of this!”), Lyda flashes even crazier eyes (just look at the masterpiece below. I would be crying laughing if I could) before nailing home her point with a fake shot to the other woman’s gut.

Even in fatal injury, Scully’s disbelief at Mulder’s actions is epitomized by her iconic raised eyebrow.

Stunned, she drops her tools and stares, open-mouthed, at her wound; then back at her partner, completely at a loss for words (as previously discussed, the tell-tale sign of a short circuiting Scully Brain.)

Cool editing where Lyda and Maurice are briefly tinted with ghost-green amongst the white and black coloring of the ensuing lightning flash.

Not!Mulder slowly approaches as Scully wobbles and collapses (and it’s here where-- when I first watched it-- I thought Mulder was going to snap out of a Linda Bowman style mind-manipulation… but nope. Even better.) And Lyda has the guts (heh) to lay a thick layer of icing on this morbid Christmas cake: “Merry Christmas, Scully.”

Scully, with tears brimming once again, watches as “Mulder” slowly raises the gun to his temple, helpless to stop and too breathless to even call out. She is absolutely gutted to see him die, or even put a gun to his head. Even after his “betrayal”, Scully still cares and looks out for Mulder’s best interest-- likely all too willing to attribute this fiasco to a second round of Folie a Deux.

It’s then that Maurice tackles “the disturbed young man” (who fish-lips as he’s being dragged away), separating her "partner" from "his" pistol like a sugar addict from a candy spill in Aisle #4.

“Let me go!” begs fake Mulder; and the two ghosts barely make it out of the room before cackling their heads off.

In the midst of her Not!Mulder’s begging, Scully manages to raise herself a little off the floor in her concern and protection of Mulder, even this crazy crack version of him. Too weak, she collapses back on the floor, unable to tail after and soothe him back to sanity.

The real Mulder, meanwhile, finally stumbles his way into a new-but-not-new room (“SCULLY!”) where he finds “Scully” shot on the floor… for clarity’s sake, I will also be referring to this fake as Lyda, because of course it is.

“Scully…” he murmurs, stumbling back in shock before stoically stomping over just as Lyda bobs her heads around (that stage actress streak shining through) and mumbles “Mulder… is that you?”

Carefully, he pries his fake partner’s head from the floor, cradling it in both of his hands. The veneer starts to crack as he heartbrokenly asks, “What did you do?”

“I didn’t believe it Mulder,” Lyda dangles, keeping her eyes firmly shut as Mulder’s begin to fill with anguish and fear.

Mulder kicks into self-preservation mode, seeking answers instead of focusing on the reality unfolding before him. “You didn’t believe what?”

“I didn’t believe you’d do it…. That I would.”

Lyda pops out a sniper gun, sticking it right against Mulder’s gut; and, with a smirk pulling at her lips, she fires off after a goodbye “Merry Christmas, Mulder.”

Mulder snaps out of confusion and straight into taut alert. “What are you doing?”

Too late: Lyda pulls the trigger.

Oblivious to the trick, Mulder falls over; and lightning again flashes, this time revealing Lyda to the viewer (in all her stained nightgown glory) and a very gray-in-the-face Mulder (a little peek into how seriously he's feeling the effects of fake blood loss.)

“..Sc…” he breathes, clutching at his chest before passing out.

The ghostess, meanwhile, giggles and dances her feet midair over her handiwork.

What's left, you ask? Why, a dramatic crawl away to mood music, of course!

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

#txf #HTGSC #S6 #analysis #mine #How the Ghosts Stole Christmas #In-Depth #Part VI #Tears and Terror #Mulder #Scully #Lyda #Maurice #ghosts #x-files #the x files #xfiles #xf meta

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vylithscat · 2 years

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Hey bestie 🥺 i got an idea for you

You can choose the format but the prompt is what if MC was tricked into being made immortal by Solomon (possibly with help/support from the demons) because they don’t want to lose them? How would MC react? What would it do their relationships with the others? Would MC be able to forgive them? Idk! Have fun with it

Ily <33 I’m so proud of you and I’m so happy you found the courage to start posting 💕💕

hi bestie 🥺💞 thanks for being confident enough to be willing to read this blind unlike usual everybody,, mango, my irl who was the one who encouraged me to post, she usually view my hcs and fics while i'm writing them so expect her often, she stalks my page /j BUT aside from introducing her, this idea made me very excited and angst-fluffy feeling

warning! there is no consent given when the spell is put in place, please don't read if that could bother you prompt: fearful of what the brothers would be like once they're gone, solomon brings up the idea of not-so-willingly making mc immortal genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, gn!mc (you/your) pairings: bros & solomon word count: 5.5k (sorry i.. got rlly excited) (mentions: pet names | blood pact)

"And you're sure this won't hurt them?" Mammon's hand gripped onto Solomon's wrist as he held the sorcerer back from committing to the idea. Everyone wanted you forever, by their side, but you were sleeping peacefully when Solomon stood from his seat and said it was time, "It won't. I made sure of it."

Lucifer was very against the idea of doing it by force, by potentially waking you from your sleep with a violent realization you were immortal, but having you with him forever was extremely appealing.

He tore Mammon from Solomon and held everyone else who began regretting their choice of prompting the idea of you being immortal to Solomon.

Was he being selfish, for putting himself before you? Would you be happy living with him, with his brothers, for the rest of your life?

As Solomon began chanting, dread set in, you sat bolt up from your bed when it was over, gripping at your chest and gasping for air as tears poured from your eyes, he grabbed Solomon by the collar, his teeth gritting as he spoke, "What did you do? You said it wouldn't be painful."

Fear floated around the sorcerers eyes as he tore away from Lucifer, "I did everything right, I don't.."

"If you did everything right, then it wouldn't have hurt!"

You hissed in pain as you stumbled over to the two of them to break up the fight, Lucifer backed away when you put yourself between the two of them.

Your hand gripped the side of your head as a migraine set in, "I don't know what's happening," You looked between Lucifer and Solomon, neither face gave anything away, "but I'd like to go back to sleep before my headache gets any worse."

"Let me stay here with you."

"You stay far from them tonight."

"If you're all going to act like this, then let me sleep alone!" You flinched at your own raised voice before you went back to your bed and laid back down, your back to all of them.

Slowly, the brothers and Solomon made their way out. Lucifer was the last to leave, his gloved hand gently traced your features as you rested. He had you for the rest of time, yet a twinge of guilt and dread stayed in his chest, even as he went to bed.

As morning came, you began to unravel the story, that they made you immortal. By their own choice. Your voice hurt by the time you finished yelling at all of them.

You would've happily lived forever with them, but they didn't consider you'd have to go through generations of your family dying, your friends, the people back at home who you cared about.

When you had holed yourself up your room, Lucifer texted you, his calm and demanding demeanor still evident as he typed.

You tried to rub any tiredness away from your eyes as you made your way down. Your face was no doubt red, thoughts still crowded your mind about the situation.

You gently knocked on Lucifer's door before creaking it open, "You wanted to see me?"

Lucifer didn't answer, he held his head in his heads as he sat on his bed and his wings were spread out on the bed behind him.

"Lucifer?" You pushed your way in before shutting the door behind you, Lucifer lifted his head at the noise, "You wanted to see me."

"Yes, please." Lucifer held his arms out and you hesitantly walked closer until he could wrap his arms around you, his face buried into your abdomen as his body trembled, "Lucifer, you're.."

"I'm so sorry."

His grip tightened around you as he sobbed into your abdomen, his body trembled slightly after each one. You gently caressed his hair and settled in his lap as you gently encouraged him to pull away.

Once he did, you gently wiped the tears from his face before you pressed his forehead against yours, "Did you really want me to stay that badly, Luci?"

He was silent for a moment, you could barely make out what he said as he rested his head on your shoulder, "I didn't want my rose to wilt and leave me alone."

Lucifer lifted his head when you grew silent, you could feel your heart hurting from why he did it, and even worse that you yelled at him.

"Please, do not blame yourself. I.. had to hear what you said." You gently cupped his face before planting a gentle kiss on the bridge of his nose, "Get some rest, my love. You need it."

"Wake me if any problems arise." Lucifer gently lifted you from his lap and you carefully made your way off him before laying him back, your hand gently traced his feathers which caused him to shiver, "I will, but please.."

Without a word, Lucifer took your hand and brought it to his lips, they gently grazed your skin as he spoke, "Come back here once you've finished your business, my rose."

Mammon's room was a complete and utter mess when you stepped in it. You knew his room could get messy, but it looked as if a tornado came through the place.

It didn't take long to see the lump in the bed and you made your way over before you peeled back the blankets. Mammon was lost in his own world as he hugged the zombie iguana he got you so long ago.

He held onto it so tight that you almost didn't want to wake him from whatever trance he was in.

So, you didn't You settled in next to him and gently brushed his hair from his face so you could see his eyes open the moment he woke up.

Before you had much time to react, Mammon's arms were around you in a tangled mess. His face made it's way to the crook of your neck and you could feel him smile slightly against your skin.

He really loved you, didn't he? Maybe that's why he reasoned out making you immortal. All the bad things could be covered up as long as The Great Mammon was here.

Being able to basically cuddle him made it easier for you to let your body drift into sleep with him.

You slowly opened your eyes as you woke up from your nap, Mammon was still cuddled against you and softly snoring against your skin.

There was only one thing different, you were being spooned from behind, Mammon's legs were wrapping around your hips and his arms around your waist.

You let out a small laugh as you trailed your hands along his knuckled before you placed your hand on his, "Mammonie.."

He softly grumbled before shuffling around, his grip only growing tighter, "Pretty boy, wake up.."

Mammon's shuffling paused before he buried his face into your hair, "Ya can't.. be callin' me that right when I wake up, doll.." You softly hummed before gently pulling away from him so you could face him, "I knew it'd wake you up."

You could feel how hesitant he was to even let go of you, and facing him, you saw regret bubbling in his eyes.

"MC, I.."

"Please, don't feel obligated. I'm.. Thinking on it."

"Ya didn't let me finish." Mammon took your hands in his, you smiled a little as his face began to burn a bright red all the way to his ears, "I know you're mad, but I want ya to know I love ya too much to see you go just yet, doll."

"You had to practice that, didn't you, pretty boy?" You laughed as Mammon's eyes widened at you before he tried to shake it off, "I'll have ya know, I did that on the spot!"

"I'm glad you want me to stay, but maybe next time, you ask me about something that deep before doing it?" Mammon's shoulders sank as he nodded in agreement, "But I'm not upset anymore, okay? I know you didn't have any bad intentions, you just wanted me for a bit longer."

"I'm glad ya came by.." Mammon shuffled closer before he wrapped his arms around you again, you did the same as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. "Did you miss me when you first fell asleep, pretty boy?"

You knew you guessed right when you felt Mammon's face warming up even more against your skin. "Well, you're free to rest again now, Mammonie, I'm not leaving for awhile."

"Ya promise? I'll keep ya here awhile if ya say that."

You nodded before you began to gently play with his hair, Mammon let out a contempt sigh the moment he felt your hand run through it and down his back. It was late before you could make it away from Mammon, he wanted you there for the rest of the night, but you had to check on the others.

With a gentle kiss placed on his forehead, he slowly let you go, but you could see the hint of desperation to keep you there in his eyes.

"I'll be back soon, I promise, pretty boy."

"And ya better be right back when ya finish checkin' on the others, doll.."

Leviathan didn't answer his door, even after you knocked it a dozen times, you almost began to think he wasn't there.

"Levi?" You pressed your ear to the door, listening for anything as your kept a hand on the handle, "I'm gonna come in, okay?"

"N-No, don't!"

"Why not?"

"Y-You probably hate me now, don't you? I-I only thought about what I w-wanted, but you don't want what a-a yucky otaku like me c-can give."

You could feel your heart breaking after each stutter and you let yourself into the room before rushing over to a sobbing Levi, his eyes were puffy and his face was red, your hands carefully wiped his tears away as they kept coming. "Levi, I don't hate you.."

"H-How could you not!? Y-You yelled-" You gently pressed a finger to Levi's mouth as your face softened, "I know, I know.."

Your other hand was gentle against Levi's face as you wiped away the tears that kept dropping from his eyes. His face was a mix of emotions and your only response after a minute of staring was to hug him.

You felt his arms shakily wrap around your waist and his face gently bury into your shoulder as he trembled at your touch, "I'm sorry I yelled so much, I didn't mean to make you scared."

"I don't want to lose my Henry."

"And you won't, my sweet.."

Levi's grip began to loosen slightly and, once you glanced down, you understood why. His eyes were closed as his face squished against your shoulder and his chest slowly rose and fell, he had fallen asleep, only after a bit of reassurance.

You carefully moved around until he was laying comfortably against pillows while being close to you, but not too close to avoid scaring him when he woke up.

As you settled next to him and watched him sleep, only occasionally did you check your D.D.D. and the time, most of your attention was stuck on the sleeping demon in front of you.

Levi shuffled around slightly as he woke up which caught your attention, once his eyes were open enough you smiled at him, "Sunshine..?"

"Good morning, sweetie." Levi smiled slightly as he sat up, "A little better?"

"How are you not mad? You-"

"I'm not mad because I know you did out of love and a want to keep me for longer." You gently played with Levi's headphone cord as it dangled nearby, "I know all of you meant something good."

"But I wanted you to myself, a gross otaku, how could you want that too?"

"Because I love you."

Levi's face brightened to red in a second and you couldn't help but smile, you fingers gently brushed his cheek as you carefully brought him closer to you to where you could hug him again, his face buried into your shoulder once your arms were around him.

You were slow with your touches to avoid having him tremble or sputter out incoherent sentence, but you wanted him to come out from the mindset he was stuck in.

"You do know that, right?"

"What?"

"That I love you, Levichan."

Levi shuffled around slightly before peeking out from your shoulder, his beet-red face barely visible as he mumbled, "I-I love y-you too, player 2.."

"And I'm very glad someone like you does. I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Y-You're gonna m-make me explode if y-you keep at this..!"

There he is. Your adorable, flustered otaku.

"Was it a critical attack?"

"M-Multiple..!" You smiled a little to yourself before gently pulling Levi away and planting a kiss on his cheek, you barely got to see his face as he hid it away further, "Did I finish you off, Levichan?"

You gently poked the side of his head before he nodded slightly.

"Don't give up just yet, I need to come back to visit."

"Y-You have to go..?"

"Just for a little," You were careful as you pulled away from Levi, "I'll come back, okay?"

"P-Please don't be gone too long, p-player 2, I wanna show you a new game.."

Going to Satan was slightly nerve-wracking the more you thought about it, you weren't sure how he took it, or what he thought as he was left alone for hours.

You stood in front of his door, debating what you'd see inside before you pushed the door open and froze. Satan sat on his bed in his demon form, his eyes were closed and books were shakily floating to other shelves.

His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tried to maintain his rage, and you could feel your heart break slightly as you noticed a book suddenly fly across the room as he struggled further.

"Satan.."

All the books dropped as his eyes flew open.

The noise echoed through the room and his footsteps were even louder as he maneuvered around the books and stumbled into a hug with you.

His breathing was hitched slightly as he tried to steady it, you softly rubbed his back as you tried to encourage him to take slow and deep breaths. You stayed there as long as he needed it before he was calm enough to drop his demon form and take you inside his room.

He sat the both of you down once you made it to his bed, he held your hands in his and gently rubbed the back of them with his thumbs as he stared down at them.

"Satan.." You spoke softly as you moved closer to him, "Are you doing better..?"

"Much, now that you're here." His voice was rough before he cleared his throat and nodded in confirmation.

"Do you still need some time before we talk?"

He didn't say a word, he only laid his head in the crook of your neck as his arms gently wrapped around you.

You let him bring you closer as he laid back, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to reassure him that you were comfortable.

You didn't move from that position for awhile, you and Satan only shuffled around to get comfortable again and even then, he was mostly silent as he held you.

"Okay.." Satan slowly sat the two of you up, but still held on, "I'm ready to talk now."

You smiled a little before gently holding one of his cheeks in your hand, which caused him to smile in return, "Or we can spend some more time together, wildflower."

"Maybe in a second." You gently kissed his other cheek before you settled and took your hand away to his dismay, "I want to apologize for yelling."

Satan's eyes widened slightly before he shook his head.

"No, you shouldn't be the one apologizing. You were the one forced to do something you may have not even wanted. Something I wanted."

"You did it because you didn't want to lose me."

"Of course I don't. You helped me be more than my anger."

You couldn't help but smile a little at the reminder of how you helped Satan grow a little, he had learned to tolerate Lucifer, but still make his life difficult, to not let his anger consume him. No wonder he wanted to keep you around.

"You're someone I feel calm around, that I can relax around."

"I'm really proud of you for everything you've learned."

"You make it sound as if I'm a child.." You let out a stifled laugh before planting a small, quick kiss on his lips, "And that was just unfair."

"Who decided to flirt when I wanted to apologize?"

"And I told you that you didn't need to, now, to make that fair." Satan pulled you closer before doing the same kind of kiss, only a little quicker with a small smirk, "As payback, I'm going to check on the others."

"Alright, alright.. I take it back."

"Too late, handsome." You quickly stood up before messing his hair up and starting to walk away, Satan gently took your wrist before he pulled you back over and nuzzled your abdomen, his voice slightly muffled as he spoke, "Be sure to come back to me. I want to make this fair again."

"I will, don't you worry."

"And only me, kitten. I want you all to myself."

Asmodeus' wails could be heard from down the hall, and they were piercing your heart in the worst way possible.

You could already see the mascara running down his face as he fans his eyes in an attempt to stop the tears while in a silk robe and a pillow between his legs.

And that's exactly what you saw when you opened the door to his room, only thing different was him throwing himself at you.

"Oh, MC! How can I get you to forgive me for what I agree to!?"

"Asmo-"

"I'll do whatever you want! I can't live with the thought of you hating me!"

"Asmo.."

"Just say when, and I'll be there, I promise!"

"Asmobaby, please.." Your hands cupped his face as you began to gently brush away the mascara-drenched tears, "Your makeup is a mess."

"Is that really important right now? I'm trying to apologize for what I've done!"

"Let me fix it for you."

You didn't wait for his answer, you only took Asmo's hand and went to his vanity. You grabbed a makeup wipe before gently holding his chin in your hand while you wiped the stains away.

Asmo only stared at you, his eyes glistening with tears that still threatened to fall and his adoration for you.

You yelled at him, for a good reason, yet you're here, wiping away mascara that he made a mess of, as if he and his brothers didn't convince Solomon to make you immortal.

Asmo let out a sigh as he relaxed in your hand, a smile forming on his lips as his eyes fluttered close before you pressed the makeup wipe against his eyelid, "A little more gentle around my eyes, hun.. And, thank you."

"I know you'd do the same for me, beau, and seeing your makeup such a mess makes me feel bad for yelling at you.."

"We all needed to hear it, MC, please don't feel bad.."

"Everyone's not taking it well though, and I reacted negatively too soon.. I just wish you guys only asked, it would've saved a lot of headache."

Asmo nodded as he lifted his head and checked his face over in the mirror, a few tears falling down his cheek, "Asmobaby.."

"You know, you make me really want to keep you all to myself MC!"

Asmo flung himself at you and wrapped his arms tightly around your neck, the two of you fell back onto the floor. You let Asmo bury his face into your hair and he let out a small, content sigh as you gently played with and fixed his hair.

"I can stay here as long as you want me to soon, I know you want to apologize-"

"Yes! Whenever you want me to, and however you want me too~" Asmo purred as he gently nuzzled your neck, you couldn't help but shiver, which caused his lips to graze your neck as he smirked.

"You're skin's so soft, have my routines been helping?"

"Lots, thank you, Asmobaby.."

Asmo giggled as he lifted his head and planted a few kisses on your cheeks, "I'm always happy to do them for you, hun."

"See? This is why I can't stay mad at you.. And I know you all had good intentions, just bad execution.."

You'd gently cup on of Asmo's cheeks before bringing him into a gentle but quick kiss, and he reciprocated while holding your face in his hands. He kept you there for awhile before pulling away and licking his lips, "Have I ever told you that you taste as sweet as you are?"

"Hmm, no, but it's very nice to hear it."

"Then I'll always remind you, hun." Asmo planted another kiss on your lips before he pulled away, "Let's get comfortable, hm?"

"Oh, before that, I need to go do something."

Asmo pouted as he crossed his arms, "You said you could stay here as long as I wanted you too.."

"And I said soon as well, beau." You'd gently cup his face before placing a soft kiss on his forehead as a goodbye, "I'll be back as quick as possible, I promise."

"Don't leave me waiting too long, hun, I have lots planned for us tonight~"

It wasn't hard to guess where Beelzebub would end up going, but when you found him, he didn't look as joyful as he usually did when he ate.

He still stuffed his face with every food he could find, he barely chewed between bites and his eyes had tears at the edges.

"Beel..?"

His head snapped in your direction, "Mmfp!"

"Swallow before you talk, sweet boy." You'd gently rub the sauce from his face off with a napkin, leaving only a tiny bit left.

Beel's eyes fell on you and you frowned as you noticed the tears forming further, "MC.."

"Don't cry, sweet boy, please.."

"But we hurt you. We made you immortal without.." You'd gently place a hand on his cheek and he nuzzled into it, "We didn't think of you. I didn't think of you."

"I know you had good intentions, Beel.." You'd gently rub his cheek with your thumb and he relaxed ever so slightly, "You'd never try to intentionally hurt me without a reason."

Beel gently put his hand on top of yours before nuzzling deeper into your touch.

"So please don't blame yourself, sweet boy, you're too wonderful to even think about wanting to make me immortal to cause harm."

"I have so much I want to show you, and we have so many places to eat at, I don't wanna think of going there without you.."

"Where's the first place you wanna go, sweet boy?"

Beel smiled as he thought about all the different restaurants he'd found, "I heard there's this amazing hotpot place in the human world that's by your home, I want to go there first."

You'd nod before giving him a smile to continue, he smiled back before he took a small breath to continue.

"And the city has so many different restaurants and cafes with all kinds of human world food, like triple layered chocolate cake with buttercream frosting.."

Beel's mouth began to water and you couldn't help but laugh as you gently wiped it away as he rambled on about the foods he found, some of them being fast food places where it would be surprisingly cheap for him to gorge at.

"What do you think of that plan?"

"I think it's wonderful, and now that I'll live for awhile, we'll have the time to do it."

Beel's smile widened to his ears and you could barely contain your own smile.

"Then could we start doing that soon?"

"Of course we can, we'll just need Lucifer's permission.. And some money." Beel gently took your hand away before taking you towards Lucifer's room, you nearly tripped over your own feet with how fast he was walking, "Beel, sweet boy, hold on-"

"Do you not want to go right now?"

"I still have a few things I need to take care of before we can, I'm sorry." Beel gently kissed your cheek with a smile, "Let me know when you can, I'll go talk with Lucifer."

"With me, we'll both talk with Lucifer. It's our meal plan, we gotta do it together, okay?" Beel's smile only grew larger. "Is that okay with you?"

"As long as I get to eat some food with you, I don't care when it happens."

You'd smile before reaching up and gently messing up Beel's hair before you pulled away, "I'll come see you again later and we can have a little snack to start the list."

"I like that idea."

"Then don't get too full while I'm gone, sweet boy, I wanna see that happy little face eating his heart out."

"I'll be sure to leave some room for some special food with you, cupcake."

Belphegor was no doubt sleeping, you couldn't find him anywhere in his other normal spots, but going to your room showed an angry, flicking tail coming out from your blankets.

You lowered your voice slightly as you snuck over and gently traced his outline with your finger, "Belphie~"

Belphie softly grumbled.

"Belpharoo~" You'd gently pull the blankets back and Belphie shot a slightly playful glare at you, "Good morning."

Belphie didn't hesitate to drag you under the covers with him before he snuggled up to you, his face nuzzling against your chest and neck.

"Always so cuddly."

"I couldn't sleep that long." You'd glance down at him as he nuzzled his face deeper before taking a deep breath, "I think I'll be able to now."

"Hold on.."

Belphie grumbled again as he looked up at you with a glare.

"Come on, just a little while, Belpharoo, I'll let you sleep soon I promise."

"Alright, make it quick." Belphie shuffled around to where he could comfortably look at you before you gently kissed his forehead, then his cheek then you gently brushed against his lips, you bit back a laugh as his face grew red, "Is that all you're gonna do..?"

"Hm, no, I plan to stay with you for a little while, but I did want to do that so you didn't think I was mad."

"What made you think I thought you were mad?"

You'd gently kiss his forehead again before mumbling against his skin, "When have you struggled to sleep, my snuggle bug?"

Belphie grew quiet before glaring at you again.

"You don't have to admit it, but I want you to rest easy. I'm not upset."

"Did you forget about the fact you yelled at us?" You frowned slightly at how his face fell, "I don't blame you for doing it, we were kinda stupid for doing it without telling you."

"But you did it because you didn't want to lose me, right?"

"You're my cuddle bug. Of course I don't want you to go."

"And I won't, okay? I've thought a lot on the being immortal thing." You'd gently brush Belphie's hair away until you could see the pools of violet, "You all did it for a good reason, I reacted too soon and while I was too emotional."

"We all needed to hear you like that though. It was kind of nice, just not when it was directed at me."

You'd softly laugh before shaking your head, "You'd prefer if I just yelled at your brothers for it?"

"Don't forget Solomon."

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind for another time." Belphie smirked before he buried his face again and held you close, "Is that all you're willing to listen to?"

"There's more? I'm getting too sleepy to keep listening, cuddle bug.."

"I won't be talking for long, I promise."

Belphie hummed before pulling away his face enough to where he could look up at you.

"I'd never wanna leave you either, sleepy prince. Never forget that." Belphie stared up at you for a second and you noticed as blush crept up his face before he buried it away, "Now you can get some rest.."

"Will you stay here and sleep with me..?"

"Of course," You'd carefully shuffle around until your back was on the bed, Belphie gently nuzzled your neck before he rested your head against your chest.

"You're always a lot warmer than Beel, it's weird."

"Is that a good or a bad weird?"

"It's good, it means you're a lot more comfortable." You'd smile before you pulled the blanket over yourself and Belphie.

"Goodnight, sleepy prince.." Belphie yawned, his voice trailing off as he spoke, "Goodnight, cuddle bug.."

Only a few days had gone by since the even happened, and Solomon had yet to approach you.

It was like he knew you were coming from behind him because anytime you saw him and ran up to talk to him, he excused himself.

He was acting so different from himself that you almost expected him to be replaced by a demon that stole his form.

Eventually, you got tired of the wild-goose chase that you speed-walked after him the next time he excused himself before you gently grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"Ah, MC, did you need something?"

"I want to talk." You'd bite your lip the moment it came out, one of the worst things you could've said right now, "N-Not about anything bad, I just.. want us to talk again."

"Oh, is that all? Well, you could always come over for tea. Simeon and Luke will be gone for some time today, so we'll get the house to ourselves."

You'd nod before smiling a little, "I'll be over after school."

"Great, can't wait to see you."

Once the time came, you gently knocked on the door to Purgatory Hall and it didn't take long for Solomon to open the door with a smile, "MC, hello."

Solomon moved away from the door so you could step in before shutting it behind you.

"What did you want to talk about?" You'd look down at your hands as you nervously shuffled around before regaining enough confidence to look back up at him, "Um.. Us? What happened last week?"

"You're upset about it, aren't you? Upset at me more specifically."

"No, that's not what I'm trying to say.." You'd gently take Solomon's hand before tracing his wound from your blood pact, "Did you want me to be alive with you too?"

"You understand that you do mean everything to me, right? You're not just my student."

You could feel your face flushing red as Solomon gently took your cheek in his other hand.

"You mean everything to me too, Sol.."

"I'm surprised you still feel that way after what happened," Solomon paused before trailing his hand to your chin and tilting your head up slightly, "But I like that you still can."

"It's hard for me to move past someone if they've left a big impression on me."

Solomon's lips formed into a smirk, "Have I now?"

You could feel your face growing red again as he stared at you with interest dancing around his eyes.

"Well, can you really blame me, star..? It's hard to not think about you."

"That's adorable, my love." Your blushing only grew worse as Solomon held your chin, his thumb slowly and gently rubbing circles.

It didn't take long for Solomon to take your hands and lead you to the couch, where he sat down and gently set you on his lap, "Since you're here, why don't we make good use of our time together?"

"And what do you mean by that, star?"

Solomon smirked before he brought you close and brushed his lips against yours, his eyes fluttering closed out of habit.

He only continued to let them brush as he spoke, "How's that for passing the time activities?"

"I'd say you need to work on a proper kiss before you bring that in."

You felt your heart skip a bit as you felt Solomon's lips form into a smirk before he pressed your lips together into a kiss.

He let out a small sigh once he pulled away, his voice a soft murmur, "How'd I do with my proper kiss, my love?"

"I think you could use a bit more practice," You'd close the small gap with a quick kiss before pulling away again, "That sound good to you, sir?"

"Extra time with my favorite student? How could I complain?"

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IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG OR FOR FAVORITISM, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED <3

#gender neutral reader #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me #obey me comfort #obey me fic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me solomon #obey me brothers #mango dont cry at levi please #there's favoritism on satan's no joke #sol's too #whats with me and s names?

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TW imagine you are Scott sister and he explaines things to Malia while there in your room and Scott notices your Diary journals on your desk and he reads them and finds odd cards to the pack from you because they always for get you even on your birthday and it makes Scott sad. Scott talks about your childhood that you had and that u where being bullied and not a part of the pack. Could you please put Derek in it since him and Malia are cousins.

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Scott McCall gets home late that night. He’s used to these sort of days, the times when he’s so busy trying to stay afloat in a surging sea of school plans and hunter evasions and whatever new threats Beacon Hills has decided to kill him with that he scarcely has any time to himself. The moon has long since risen, and Scott thinks it’s as sure a sign as any that things are going badly around here that the almost full disc in the sky doesn’t bother him as much as it once was.

For a moment, he allows himself to miss the past. He can still picture how young he’d been when Peter Hale had first given him the bite, how Scott had basically been left to fend for himself with no other help than Derek showing up randomly and creepily to issue out weird phrases like ‘the bite is a gift’ and ‘we’re brothers now’ before disappearing again. Yeah, Scott still brings that up whenever he can. He feels that he deserves it.

Back then, Scott had Stiles, which had made the whole thing better. Despite the avalanche of stupid sarcastic comments about wolfsbane (which ended up being real) and full moons (also real) and packs (ok, so maybe Stiles had actually been on to something more than just making Scott lose his mind), Scott can’t think of someone he’d rather have by his side.

Even now, with Stiles returned to the FBI Academy, Scott still feels like he isn’t alone. Stiles calls all the time, updating his friends on crucial events like getting to brainstorm potential killers for recent murders or the cafeteria running out of chocolate syrup, things that are apparently of equal importance.

Still, Scott misses his friend. After so long of being pretty much inseparable, the vast distance between the two of them seems like an impossible challenge. There are days when he turns to hear Stiles’ humorous take on the latest threat to Beacon Hills only to find empty space where his best friend would have once been practically hovering over his shoulder.

That’s why Scott is pretty glad that he isn’t alone tonight. It’s been too hard for too long, and even if he’s expected to be some omnipotent alpha who always has the answers to every single problem, that’s not really the case.

For once, though, he isn’t going back to a dark house, one with the windows tightly shuttered like old ladies clutching their purses when they walk by a teenager with a little too much confidence. His mom has started working later and longer shifts at the hospital; neither of them bring it up, but her absence rings through the house, practically begging to be noticed.

However, Scott doesn’t have to creep through the empty house as if it’s no longer his, not tonight. He’s got a sure fire way of keeping the silence at bay: namely, the girl next to him, Malia Hale.

Malia catches him looking and grins. She still smiles like a werecoyote. Malia may have broken free from her permanent animal state, but Scott swears she’s still not entirely human. Right now, she could howl at the moon and make it still look normal.

This being said, he wouldn’t change a thing about her. Sometimes Scott envies Malia for the ease in which she lives her life. Other than fearing death by the hunters as they all do, Malia just goes about her day, sparing no time for inconsequential things like guilt or precalculus. She treads easily on all she’s done, whereas Scott’s conscience threatens to pull him under with every step.

They are growing to be more like each other, though. Scott feels more free by the day, and last week he swears he witnessed Malia help this little kid cross the road. She’d never admit to it, of course, but he knows what he saw.

Right now, he needs her most of all. The night should be his domain, especially with the light of an almost full moon painting his back with thick, broad strokes of white, but instead it just sets his mind to turmoil. At night, Scott has nothing to distract himself from all the stresses currently threatening to tear him asunder. It’s just him and the world, both trying to rid themselves of the other.

Whenever Scott’s worries get too much, though, he glances over at Malia again and remembers that he’s not alone. They’re pulling up to his house now, and for once it doesn’t seem so cold.

Malia makes her way easily through the darkened halls, the product of many, many days spent here. She technically has a home with Derek and Peter and any number of surviving Hales, but Scott knows that she’s still afraid to fully commit to living with them. Maybe he isn’t the only one trying to face down the terror of not being exactly what the world expects from them.

Scott opens the door to his room, crosses the floor on increasingly slow footsteps, and flops down on his bed. The moonlight makes it in here even still, refusing to leave him alone. It’s trapped by the shades of his window blinds, though, and can only attempt to reach him through waving tendrils of pale light that stretch across his ceiling.

He watches them bend and wave, each white strand only a few inches wide. They can’t reach him, not tonight. He’s reached home base, he’s not alone. Nothing can touch him now.

Malia regards the faint beams of moonlight too, then turns her attention to poking around Scott’s room. She’s been in here a thousand times, but still forced herself to peer in every nook and cranny as if expecting to find a sachet of wolfsbane tucked behind an ancient third grade spelling bee trophy.

Scott tucks his hands behind his head, watching her with amusement. “Have you found anything different yet?”

Malia rolls her eyes. “Not yet, but I’m sure I will. Look, it’s a natural instinct, alright? Gotta secure the perimeter of a home.”

Scott chuckles. “You’re securing perimeters now? Maybe you should give Stiles some tips, he’s apparently indoctrinated you into the FBI way of life.”

Malia breaks from her search to give him a vexed look, then goes back to her perusal. “And he would love to hear from me, of course. I’m fantastic.”

Scott’s smile grows content. “I know you are.”

Malia turns away hurriedly so Scott can’t see her beaming, but he thinks he can feel the force of it from here, and takes in every iota of happiness that has just crossed her face. Man, he likes her. He likes her a lot.

Scott has finally allowed himself to drop the last of his worries like stones, but his calm is rattled when Malia leans back, a stack of letters in her hands.

“What are these?” She asks. To her credit, Malia doesn’t start rifling through them immediately, although Scott can tell that she’d like nothing more than to do so.

Immediately, Scott remembers, and sits up slowly. “Those are from my sister, Y/N.”

Malia frowns. “Right, your sister. You never talk about her, so I guess I assumed you would never write.”

Scott stands up, walking over so he can look at the familiar written script. “That’s what I assumed too, but she proved me wrong when I got the first postcard.”

Malia’s brow furrows. “Why, did the two of you part on bad terms?”

Scott grimaces. “Something like that. She knew when I got the bite for the first time because it’s practically impossible to hide something like that forever, not from a family member. The only problem is that I didn’t make enough space in my life for her after that. She didn’t feel like a part of the pack, she didn’t even feel like my sister anymore. She left before you came along.”

Malia turns some of the postcards over in her hand, noticing the variety of locations emblazoned on the fronts. “I don’t get it. She, what, didn’t feel included and so she left? That’s not your fault, that’s her being a weirdo.”

Scott laughs in spite of himself, although he assumes he should regret it. “It wasn’t like that. In the very beginning, there wasn’t supposed to be a pack at all. It was just me and Stiles, you know? Then Allison started helping, and Lydia warmed up to us, and once Isaac and Derek came over to our side it actually turned into something. Y/N felt like I had cut her out of my life, so she left before she had to start feeling like an outsider with every other part of her world as well. I still think she was right to do it.”

Malia taps a finger against the stack of letters thoughtfully. “She was jealous, then, of the fact that you were supernatural? Stiles had been here since the beginning too and he never felt like that. I just don’t get why she was so upset.”

Scott rubs a hand on the back of his neck absentmindedly. “Of course Stiles felt like that, he just doesn’t like talking about it. He’ll cover up anything with a joke if he thinks it means people won’t look too closely at what he’s hiding. He’s been turned off of that, though, ever since the Nogitsune. I think he’s terrified that even thinking about being supernatural will make those deaths his fault, because then it would be obvious that he didn’t learn a thing from being possessed.”

Malia nods, sucking in a breath. “And Y/N, where is she now? Why’d she forgive you?”

Scott stares at the letters. He’d been so afraid that one day she would just stop writing, that she’d remember how callous he was and decide to cut him off for good. The letters keep coming, though, and Scott is still so afraid to jinx them.

“I’m not entirely sure. I think she needed the distance to clear her head, and be someone for herself instead of just being my sister. She travels a lot, started college, that sort of thing. Every now and then she writes to me about a pack she found or someone she thinks I should contact if things go supernaturally bad. She’s been very helpful in the past.”

Malia thinks about that for a moment. “So it’s like she is a part of the pack, then. Just really far away.”

After a heartbeat, Scott starts to smile. “Actually, yeah. I never thought about that. I should tell her sometime.”

A voice from the doorway makes both of them startle. “Tell who what? Are you talking about Y/N again?”

Malia makes a face at Derek Hale, who has appeared out of nowhere to lean idly against the open door frame. “It’s none of your business, that’s what. Also, stop jump scaring us like that. Knock for once in your life.”

Derek smirks. He has the same habit as Malia of always flashing his fangs whenever he smiles. “That’s my bad, you guys must not have heard me knock. Malia, I need you for official Hale business. Why are you talking about Y/N?”

Malia shrugs. “Just looking at some of her old letters. Why, did you know her?”

Derek tilts his head back, staring at the ceiling as he thinks. “In bits and pieces, yeah. I remember thinking the day she left that at least one of us would get to go live their lives free of all of this. You should ask her to visit sometime, it would be good to see her again.”

Scott nods. “Yeah, it would.”

Derek nods back, then tilts his head meaningfully towards the door. Malia sighs, then gives Scott a quick hug goodbye and disappears from the room. Derek lingers a little longer, though.

“You think this is your fault, don’t you? Y/N leaving, I mean.”

Scott sighs. “It is my fault. I pushed her away.”

Derek straightens up from his post against the threshold. “Not every disappearance is your fault. Trust me, I’ve watched enough people leave. Sometimes people just have to go, no other way about it. Y/N did what was best for her. That being said, if you want to meet up again, I think the two of you would be the better for it.”

Scott inclines his head. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. Thanks, though. I appreciate it.”

Derek smiles. He’s been doing it more frequently as of late, finally letting go of the cold hatred that’s been plaguing him for so long. “Any time. We still look out for each other, right?”

Scott watches the guy go, feeling oddly peaceful. “That we do.”

He listens for the sound of Malia getting into Derek’s car, then both of them driving away. Scott is well and truly alone now, although for once he doesn’t feel it. Instead, he has hope, hope that soon things will be better. He manages to fall asleep fairly quickly, and the faces that once haunted him just make the whole thing feel like a dream.

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Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V

Jason is under Ivy's control and hurts those he loves.

Jason let's out a loud yell punching his fist into the wall. His breaths were heavy but not as heavy as his heart. He was free of her control. His eyes change from bright green back to his natural blue color. He sees the bruising form on Y/N's arm. He looks at his hands seeing the pistol. He throws it to the ground, horrified with himself.

"Jason" she slowly stepped to him "are you ok?"

He felt like a monster, that he had snapped like he always feared he would "st-stay away from me"

"Jason you didn't hurt me, Ivy did. It wasn't really you, you could never hurt me, hurt us"

He looks at her angel like eyes, but how could he ever think of even looking at her after what he did to her. He fought the control though not everyone made it out ok. He sees Grayson holding the bullet wound on his shoulder. Cassandra was fine, of course. Damian was pretty beaten up with a few bruises. Stephanie had a black eye and many bruises. Tim had his arm cut deeply from Jason's knife. Duke thankfully was sound asleep at home. Bruce was fine like Cassandra. His body feels heavy as he forces himself to stay standing. Each altercations were brutal with each of them, but he shaked with every shot or blow. He looks back at Y/N. His love. He couldn't touch her. He takes a deep breath.

"Little-Wing it's--" he quickly prevented his older brother from speaking

"shut up Dick!!"

"Jason please listen to me. This wasn't your fault, it's OK. You're not a monster..." she reaches to touch his face. Her touch felt too perfect.

He steps back further away from her, he carefully moved her hand away from him "don't touch me! I Fucking.. I Fucking fucked up o-okay. Just stay the hell away from me" he coldy said turning away

"son" Bruce pleaded

Jason continues to walk away from them. Y/N steps to comfort him but Bruce stops her.

"give him time" he encourages

-"Jason go back to her, what are you doing? You have to go back to her" Oracle said to him

"I don't deserve anything Barb" he brokenly said cutting off his com off

It was 3 horrible days later Jason eats his fry and swallows hardly eternally breaking. He remained quiet as Alfred eyes his grandson with genuine worry. Y/N had been calling him for days even his siblings. He won't talk to anyone but Alfred, still consumed with guilt that he hurt them.

"you were under another person's control. You had no true intentions to hurt your loved ones" Alfred said, trying to reassure that he's still his grandson. That he's still apart of the family.

"..but I did"

"they do not see it that way, they love you. Y/N is truly heartbroken over the situation. She truly desires to be with you" Alfred pleaded.

That night. Y/N wakes from her sleep hearing something in the kitchen. She takes her batarang and hides it behind her back. She walks into her kitchen dropping the weapon as she sees who's there.

"Jason?" her heart warms.

"ha-hey.. I da--I didn't mean to.. I didn't want to wake you up" his voice shaky, this was so hard.

She didn't bother asking why he's snuck into her house, she's just worried he's not ok.. She knows he's not. If he was he would've called ahead. He needed to see her fave that brought him peace. To hear her voice that melted the pain. He wanted to confide in her. He gripped the kitchen island his heart racing. She was really beautiful in that f/c sleepwear. He never felt as good with someone else. She was incredible.

"are you ok?"

"I'm trying to get there.." she walks closer to him "look.. This is really hard to say.. I.. I've been lying to myself about being ok for a long time" he confessed letting out a deep breath. "lying to you that I've been ok these past few days.. the times we were together have really helped me heal.. I don't really do shit on my own well, I don't want to be alone"

She touches his face "you're worthy of love Jay. I will remind you that every single day. I want to be here for you, just like you are there for me"

He let's out a heartfelt sigh as his worry leaves his heart. He leans down to kiss her and wraps his arms around her waist. They made their way to her bedroom both holding each other. In her arms Jason never felt more safe and loved. He was finally going to sleep well. 3 weeks later Christmas day. Jason and Y/N walk with their arms locked up the steps to Wayne Manor. She had given him his gift already. It was his favorite first book when he was Robin. He told her he was saving his gift for later. She was a little worried he must have forgotten to get her anything or couldn't figure out what to get her. He hasn't seen the family since what had happened. His girlfriend had been trying to encourage him to see them but he was too nervous. Now he didn't exactly have a choice.

"it's OK, you'll always be apart of this family" she encourages

"I know.. I just.. I feel like I failed them. They must think of me as a mon--" she stopped him by kissing his lips, she wouldn't allow him to think such a horrible thing.

"they know how much you care. You are a good man Jason. I'm proud of you and I love you"

With her, he grew into a better person. He felt whole. The more he thought how deeply he loves her, the more emotional he became. He opened the door. Thru are instantly greeted by the family. Stephanie ran hugging her big brother. Cassandra hugged Jason with her feet off the ground. He was like a giant teddy bear. Jason was, taken aback by his sisters kindness. Y/N softly smiled her heart warming. Bruce was grateful this Christmas includes all his children. Jason sat in Bruce's study trying to imagine the best way to ask her. He reaches in his pocket taking her present. He loves her so much. He wanted to marry her. If they had a baby? That'd be pretty great too.

"son?" Bruce said surprised to see what he was doing.

Jason panicked and quickly placed it back into his pocket. He stands to his feet looking to his Dad.

"hey B.. Alfred finally done with the dinner? You know I've been waiting for hours" he awkwardly asked.

Bruce softly smiled "I didn't see anything" he lied

Jason walked into the kitchen Y/N reached to hug him. He holds her tightly. He couldn't wait another second.

"want to go do those cheesey ass pics?"

"yes! Thanks, I know you hate doing pictures but I just love the to remember the moment"

Jason had to bite his lip, the fact that he chose Christmas was cheesy enough. This certainly will be a moment to remember. He asked Cass to help because anyone else would freak out and wouldn't shut up. They did a few cute and funny poses. Cassandra continued to click the button getting adorable photos of them. Jason gives Y/N a blindfold

"what are you doing?" she asked with her eyebrow crooked

"just trust me" he pleads

"ok" she sighs a little nervous.

He puts the blindfold on her. He walks to Cass showing her the present. Cass softly gasped and hugged her brother to congratulate him. He walks to get into position. Back inside the Manor Steph looks out the window. She screams so loudly everyone within the Manor heard. They all run to her in worry but are instantly relieved to see she's OK. She stutters jumping up and down while pointing out the window.

"Jason's proposing to Y/N! JASON'S PROPOSING TO Y/N! Aww, is he crying?!" Stephanie exclaimed.

Y/N takes the blindfold off and screeched in shock. She takes a deep breath trying not to cry. She feels tears fall down her face as he smiled up to her. While on his knee he couldn't help getting emotional. Cassandra was even getting emotional from the beautiful moment.

"Y/N.. Will you marry me?"

She nods repeatedly overwhelmed "yes!"

He quickly places it on her finger and lifts her off her feet. He kisses her deeply. He yelled out excitement while spinning her around. He looks up to the Manor seeing his family celebrating.

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