#he technically comes back from the grave to curse him

[ouransisters]

Correct me if I'm wrong but Danny learned Esperanto and Purple Gorilla Sign Language in high stakes situations in a short amount of time. Danny has also called the feds on Vlad and laughed as they destroyed his castle

Therefore

In a demon twins au- and given the chance -he would learn his grandfather's native language and culture (from a ghost cause the guy is like 600) and use it to roast the ever living shit out of his grandfather. Just present it in the cruelst way possible

[di-loves-coffee]

See, if I shove my bad thoughts on fictional characters then they can’t hurt me.

[Trigger Warning!! — suicide mentions and thoughts, me-normal cursing, DP-normal angst, and probably Bat-normal grit]

•—•~•DPxDC Roof Talks•~•—•

Danny was never really the same after the portal, being halfway dead was… isolating, to say the least. Not many people to relate to when one of the biggest parts of your identity is being dead.

Of course the other ghosts understood being dead, but then again they were fully dead and didn’t understand the ties that he still had to his life. And he was pretty attached to his life.

Sure his friends and family in Amity Park could understand at least part of his life, but then again, he moved out of town at nineteen to get away from his parents. He used college as an excuse.

Gotham was…. Fine– he supposed. Sure it wasn’t Amity. But the powerful feelings that always hung around the city gave it the ambient ecto his core needed to survive. And the Rogue attacks reminded him of how the ghosts used to attack back in Amity, but he didn’t really have anyone he could be truly honest with.

He couldn’t talk about being half-dead or technically the king of all realms or even about being Phantom with the people at his favorite restaurant or his neighbors. In fact, Danny was sure that if he even broached the topic they’d send him to Arkham for fear of him becoming a rogue.

On nights when he felt a bit too isolated, Danny found himself drifting to the roof of his apartment complex, unconsciously reaching for the stars even in his mortal form. His core instinctively reaching for home.

He would stay on the roof for hours sometimes, trying to see any sort of constellation or planet through the smog and pollution. The air burning in his lungs and throat as he pondered.

Tonight? One of those nights. His job had been treating him like hell all month, he couldn’t call Sam because she was busy with her fancy plant nursery, and Tucker was busy with his fancy programming gig so he was out of the question. Jazz wouldn’t do anything but fuss over him if he called her. So it was just him and his thoughts for the night.

Probably a bad thing.

Danny’s eyes drifted down from the smoggy skies and down to the alley below the edge he was sitting on. His beat up sneakers idly kicked as he sat.

For just a moment, Danny considered a nasty thought. Nasty, but tempting.

For a moment Danny wondered what would happen if he fell. If he jumped even.

Would anyone he cared for realize if one day he just– stopped. If he stopped coming to his frequented restaurants, if he stopped chatting with his neighbors. If he didn't go home, or if he didn’t call his friends or family.

He wondered if anyone would notice his body if he jumped. He wondered if his skinny form would be found and put in the news if it would at least be given a grave or if it would rot away in the alley below his feet, getting chewed apart by rats.

He wondered if anyone would care.

And he realized that he wasn’t sure.

Danny wondered if he should test his theory. If he should jump and find out.

The rubber soles of his shoes braced on the wall of the building, preparing to push himself off.

Then a hand on his shoulder startled him out of his spiral.

A startle jumped through him and he snapped his head behind him. Having previously thought that he was alone.

His eyes met the red helmet of the Red Hood. The mechanical wonder of a piece of machinery glaring into his soul as a distinctly robotic voice faintly spoke to him.

His core however recognized something distinctly like the Realms. It trilled and waved in his gut, feeling nearly like butterflies.

“-kid? Kid?” Danny’s hearing finally caught up to his brain and he realized at once that the vigilante had been speaking to him.

“Kid what the fuck are you doing up here?” The robotic voice filtered through the red helmet and Danny internally bristled at being called a kid. He was twenty-four thank you. Not a kid.

“Not a kid.” The Halfa brushed off the vigilante’s concern with well-deserved defense. —Well-deserved in his mind at least.

“Fine, not a kid.” Danny could almost see the eye roll through the augmented voice. “You still can’t just be on rooftops.”

“So? You bats do it. And this is my apartment building, so don’t give me any ‘private property’ bull” The halfa defended his [Lack-thereof] honor against the crime lord.

“Sure, it’s your apartment complex, just don’t sit on the ledge. You could fall and accidentally kill yourself.” Danny almost scoffed at that; Accidentally? He practically killed himself anytime he goes ghost. He thinks he’s beyond accidentally killing himself at this point.

The halfa still inches away from the ledge despite him not believing it necessary. It seemed to calm the vigilante down— at least from what he could tell from the untensing of the veins in his neck.

Red Hood slowly stepped closer— not unlike as if he were a wild animal— crouching and sitting down with a grunt. His large and beefy form sitting only a couple feet away.

“Mind telling me what you’re doing up here on these roofs?” The vigilante asked, voice gruff and distorted from his mask. But Danny swore there was concern woven in his tone.

“Thinkin’,” The halfa found himself deflecting the question. Even though his inner-monologue hissed about how he was being a self-sabotauging idiot in his sister’s voice.

“Yeah? Most people don’t sit on roofs just to think.” Danny could almost see the raised brow beneath the red helmet.

“Most people don't dress up to fight bad guys in the middle of the night,” The halfa pointed out in return, glancing back at the vigilante.

“Har har.” The sarcastic laugh sounded odd and out of place with the audio disruptor. But it was strangely comforting as the vigilante’s form approached, made clear by Danny’s core and the echo of boots on the rooftop.

Danny felt a firm, gloved hand on his shoulder. “Come on kid, let me buy you Batburger, I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Alright,” Danny huffed a small— if still half-hearted— chuckle and stood up, stepping away from the ledge and following the hero into the apartment building and down the emergency stairs.

[hellfirenacht]

No One Mourns The Wicked

Fic Summary: Years after the upside down, you and Eddie return to Hawkins for a small visit.

Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, angst, established relationship,

Word Count: 1140

Master List

You liked the sound of the crunching leaves under your feet as you and Eddie walked the graveyard outside of Hawkins. It had been years since the two of you returned, not that you two really had much of a choice in that. After the events of Vecna and the Upside Down, being in Hawkins was... complicated. 

The two of you had parked a few streets away and snuck into the cemetery. It technically closed when the sun went down, but you couldn’t come during the day. It was too risky for Eddie to be seen. Even years later, the town still had signs up about Eddie the “satanic cult leader” that destroyed Hawkins. Even with his name cleared, the town still blamed him for the murders. 

You swear the town got worse in the past few years. 

It was a full moon, fitting for the cool October night. You almost didn’t need the flashlight you were carrying, as the moon illuminated your path down endless rows of headstones. You still kept it on for safety, and because Eddie was busy carrying the blanket and the picnic basket and you didn’t want either of you to fall. 

The grave the two of you were looking for was tucked at the end of the cemetery, in a plot by a hill that not many people wandered to. You assumed because no one would want to be buried next to the man who supposedly cursed the town with his dying breath. 

There were a few graves you needed to pass by before making it to your final destination. Fred’s grave had been the first one, as he’d been buried next to his grandpa near the front of the cemetery. The two of you had been silent as you laid a lily on his grave. Neither of you had known him well, but his contributions to the school paper had been entertaining at least. 

Patrick’s plot was next. Even years later, people were leaving basketballs near his grave. A Hawkin’s Tigers flag was stuck in the ground next to the headstone. Neither of you knew him very well either, which only added to the complicated feelings of tonight. 

“I just don’t get it.” Eddie muttered under his breath, and you reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. He squeezed back, tighter, reminding himself that you were there. You set a lily on the grave and then you two kept moving. There wasn’t a lot of time to loiter. 

The penultimate grave was the nicest in the graveyard. Fred and Patrick’s seemed like an afterthought compared to Chrissy Cunningham’s. Being the face of tragedy, the town had pulled together and bought her a literal angel statue that looked over the graveyard. Her plot was spotless, and there were already fresh flowers laid at the feet of the angel. You set your lily down, while Eddie stared up at the angel that was too good and pure to even look at him. 

Of the three victims of Vecna, Chrissy was the one Eddie struggled with most. How could he not? He had seen her murdered, just as the two had formed the most tentative friendship. The two of you stood under the unblinking gaze of the cold stone for a long while. You could see the ghosts of that night in his eyes, the pain and guilt eating him alive. You took his hand again, and he held onto it like a lifeline for a long while. 

Eddie finally tore his gaze away from the statue, and looked at his hands as if they were the reason she was dead, and not the reason why everyone had been able to stop Vecna. He pulled off one of his rings, the cross with the skulls, and set it at the foot of the angel before turning back to you. 

The normally chatty Eddie was quiet for the rest of the walk, and stopped when he saw the grave marker of your final destination. He’d seen the headstone twice now, once when the two of you were given the new paperwork, and once the night you two left Hawkins. 

It was just as numbing to look at as it was that first time. 

Eddie’s grave was the least kept of all of the plots in the cemetery. You were surprised that it was even still there. You’d heard that there had been protests about having his grave in the same cemetery as the others. That thought alone made your chest tight and your eyes sting. 

Despite the anger inside of you, Eddie seemed more at ease now that you two were at his grave. He laid out the blanket over where his non-existent body would be buried and took the basket from you as you continued to stare at the headstone. 

It was covered in graffiti, damning the man who was allegedly six feet under. Satanic symbols of sharpie and spray paint covered the headstone, and you felt your eyes start to sting with tears. 

EDDIE MUNSON BURNS IN HELL. 

If that was true, then your heart burned there, too.

“Hey.” His voice pulled you out of your head and you looked down at him. Eddie motioned for you to sit down and you did. Somehow he seemed less bothered by the words than you did. He pulled out the bottle of cheap wine from the basket and you watched as he uncorked it. The sound echoed through the still graveyard, and you froze for a moment, worried that someone would hear. 

The night remained silent though, and Eddie took a drink directly from the bottle. No need for glasses or cups when drinking next to your own grave. 

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and handed the bottle to you. His attention was now back on his grave. 

“Where are you?” Eddie asked, leaning back against the headstone, looking over the barren plots around you. 

You were right next to him, but felt like a million miles away. That’s not what he was asking though. 

“Cremated.” you said simply, taking your own drink from the bottle. “Disappeared. Probably fell into one of the cracks when the earthquake hit. I don’t know. My body was never found.” 

Eddie nodded. The two of you didn’t talk much about what you had left behind that night. “You’d think they’d at least give people a place to visit you.”

You leaned against Eddie, who wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You took another drink from the bottle and looked up at the stars. Despite being shoved in a corner, you think that maybe Eddie had the nicest view of the sky. 

“If anyone wanted to visit my resting place, they’d visit you.” you said after a moment. “Because I’ll always be wherever you are.”

Author Notes: This was originally going to be longer but I couldn't be assed with how bad my writers block has been.

Tag List: @wheels-of-despair @ihaventgotaclue-really @crocwork-clockodile @hellfiredarling @cyanfairywren

[layla4567]

Getting distracted

Summary: In a risky espionage mission where stealth is key, something goes wrong and you will have to distract the enemies, but unintentionally you will also distract someone else.

Warnings: Female reader, Y/n use, reader trying to act sexy, Bob blushed and nervous, the reader knows how to dance well, jeaolusy, reader flirting with a stranger (part of the mission), awkward moments with a creep, established relationship, Bob being protective, curse words, beta read (English isn't my first language!), fluff at the end

A/n: Hey, this is just me writing about this kind of trope/prompt of a character distracting others in an engaging way. It's fun.

Everyone in position, ready to act. The mission seemed simple: get in, find the subject, and arrest them so they can't escape. Easy. Or so we thought.

Each of us wore an earpiece to facilitate communication. Bob also came with us and had his own earpiece, and to go unnoticed they were not wearing their official uniforms but casual clothes. Since the mission wasn't technically as dangerous as many others, he could help us. The only risk was trying not to be discovered. The people there weren't exactly pure, although truth be told, neither were we.

The Brazilian bar was packed with people inside and out, making it easy to get lost. The entrance, decorated with lanterns and colored lights, contrasted sharply with the darkness of the night. We entered as a group. Bob was always between you and Yelena. Ever since you two took him under your wing, he never left your side.

The cheerful, carioca music blared through the speakers, making your ears hurt. If it weren't for the headphones, you would have had to shout to be heard. The bar also had a small, catwalk-like stage where people could climb to dance when the dance floor was too crowded. Sometimes a band would play there, or someone would come up to sing. As you entered, your eyes quickly scanned the place until you found the person you were looking for.

"Subject to twelve, at the bar. He's ordering a margarita"

"Wait how do you know what he's going to take?" John asked

"I don't know, it's just what I'd like to have now" you smiled shrugging your shoulders

John rolled his eyes as Yelena joined the group in a circle. "We're going to have to split up, okay?"

"Understood! Who's volunteering to go with me?" Alexei exclaimed.

"Uh, no one." Ava faked a cough and he looked at her offended.

"Yeah, look, don't be offended, but you're not the quietest" Bucky said.

"Oh c'mon! I promise I'll be as quiet as the grave!"

Everyone looked at Red Guardian with suspicion, not very convinced by his words. Yelena snorted and decided for the others. "Fine, I'll have to choose. Bucky goes with Dad, John and Ava together, Bob stays with me, and Y/n goes alone."

Everyone agreed and went their separate ways. Bucky and Alexei went backstage, Ava and John stayed where they were near the entrance, and Yelena and Bob sat at another bar on the opposite side of the room where the guy was.

With a firm step and a deep breath, you walked over to the man drinking at the bar and sat down next to him. "Hey, do you mind if I sit down?" you said in a honeyed voice, brushing your hair back.

The man, who had been serious before, smiled as he looked at you, scanning you from top to bottom, and turned his body slightly towards you to get a better look. "Beautiful women can always sit next to me" he said with an arrogant smile.

You forced a laugh and leaned closer to him. On the other side, Yelena and Bob followed your every move, step by step, while she ordered a drink for both of them. Bob, in particular, couldn't stop staring at you, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He didn't like the idea of ​​a stranger getting so close to you and looking at you as if you were the last Coca-Cola in the desert. Bob never considered himself a jealous person, but he definitely hated the way that guy was scanning you so lustfully and disrespectfully.

"So, what is the doll going to drink today?" the man said without taking his eyes off you. You moved your jacket aside a little, revealing a bit of the round neckline of your shirt, making the man's eyes lower slightly to look at your exposed skin. "What do you recommend? It's my first time visiting this place" you purred.

"You should have started there, pretty thing" And smiling he asked the bartender for a tequila. "Oh, so you like it strong, don't you?" you teased him. He laughed "Yes, among other things" and ran his eyes over your figure again.

"She's good" Yelena said, taking a long sip of her drink. Bob was feeling more and more uncomfortable and kept fiddling with his fingers. "Yeah, maybe too much..." Yelena looked at him out of the corner of her eye and nudged him gently. "Hey, it's just part of the mission, okay?"

Bob nodded, swallowing hard, but he couldn't help but feel a knot in his stomach every time he saw you laugh and bump your shoulder against the guy's. Back to you, you were trying to get any important information out of that stranger, but he was making it difficult with every annoying insinuation he made. You tried desperately not to roll your eyes at every dirty, cheap pick-up line he threw at you. You hated this part of the plan, and your stomach churned every time that guy got closer, wanting to touch you, but a mission was a mission and you had to complete it. You just wished the one by your side was Bob and not him. You surreptitiously turned your head and saw him from the other side; he already had his eyes on you. You gave him a small smile, letting him know you had him under control, and he returned it. The man next to you seemed to notice and looked where your gaze was. You quickly placed your hand on his jaw and affectionately forced him to look at you, this made Bob's smile fall dramatically and he dug his nails into his palms.

"So it's true you work for a company? I love entrepreneurs," you said, sliding your hand over his bicep with a forced smile. This seemed to please the guy, who started talking his head off about how he was the CEO and his investments. Honestly, you didn't give a damn about his job, but he was giving you valuable information about his supposed business. Bob clenched his jaw and tried to focus his gaze on his iced drink. He didn't want to lose control. And it wasn't that he didn't trust you; it was that jerk he didn't trust.

Yelena, who had heard the entire conversation through the earpiece, said in a low voice, "Well done, he's said everything we needed to know. Now don't let him go so we can arrest him." Just then, the man next to you, biting his lip as if apologizing, looked at you and said, "Hey, beautiful, I'm having a great time, but I think it's late. I should get back. I have some business to attend to, you know?"

When the man made a gesture to stand up, all your alarms went off. You quickly glanced at Yelena and Bob, who had gotten up from their seats and were signaling for you not to let him go. At the entrance, Ava and John were still watching to make sure the man didn't escape. "Quick, don't let him get away!" Yelena almost shouted into her earpiece as the others repeated the same thing. Desperately, you looked around, trying to think of something. When your gaze fell on the stage in the center, your mind clicked.

You grabbed the man's hands and got dangerously close to him. He looked at you confused but expectant. "Wait! you can't leave yet when the best part comes. Did you know I took dance classes when I was a kid? Do you want me to give you a demonstration?" You said close to his ear, which made him lick his lips. Before he could answer, you pointed at the stage. "I'll get up there and dance for you. Just wait here please, I won't be long." You winked at him.

He nodded vigorously, completely lost in you, and you ran backstage to where Bucky and Alexei were. They had already heard everything and were waiting for you curiously. Yelena also followed you without first warning Bob to stay where he was and not lose sight of the man. He obeyed without question. When she reached you, she asked, "So, what's the plan exactly?"

"Just dance with him, seduce him, or whatever it takes to make him want to stay. Then you guys do the rest. Bucky can come up behind him and hit him, whatever you think is best."

Everyone thought it was fine, even Alexei laughed amused saying that this is going to be good. Suddenly John said contemptuously through the receiver "Wait you just made up that thing about you taking dance classes right? Obviously it's a lie" You rolled your eyes annoyed ready to respond with something sarcastic when Bucky put his hand to his ear answered "It's not, she went to ballet classes, salsa and other stuff" You smiled remembering that time you told Bucky about your childhood on a mission.

"Okay then let's do it! Oh but first you need a new outfit" Alexei exclaimed pointing at your clothes. "What's wrong with them?" You asked looking at your jeans and leather jacket. "Nothing, but it needs something sexier to leave them with their mouths open!"

You grimaced. Bucky covered his face with a hand, a little tired of his teammate, and claimed it wasn't necessary, but Yelena got ahead of him. "Hey, you know how much I hate agreeing with him" she said, while Alexei exclaimed, offended. "But he's right. You really need to stand out."

Through the receiver, Bob heard everything and couldn't stop a slight warmth from rising up his neck as he imagined you in something "sexy." Yelena and Alexei were looking for clothes everywhere that looked provocative enough. There were trunks full of dresses belonging to the cabaret ladies who performed during the week.

"HA! Bingo!" Finally, Alexei had found a suitable dress and was showing it to you like a trophy. It was a short, ruby-colored dress with straps and a sweetheart neckline. It had small fringes at the hem. You looked at it doubtfully; it seemed excessive, and you let him know. "Oh, please, you're not going to back out now, are you?" Everyone looked at you expectantly; the decision was in your hands.

"You know what? Deal, gimme that". Everyone sighed in relief and Alexei laughed contentedly. Yelena asked Bob through the receiver if everything was okay. "Ye-yeah, he's still here." His voice sounded a little nervous through the device. You were already changing in a bathroom and when you timidly came out adjusting the dress that fit your curves perfectly, everyone whistled. "I sure do have good taste in fashion" Alexei said. Bucky approached you and put a hand on your shoulder. "We'll be here all the time, if you don't feel comfortable just let us know through the receiver, yeah?" He said softly and you nodded gratefully.

Now there was no turning back. You walked confidently and sensually toward the stage with your boots clicking on the floor and Brazilian music in your head. The man was already there below you looking at you with a smile full of desire, but he wasn't the only one looking at you. Bob, even near the bar, had to blink several times to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Seeing you in that short dress cut him off, his lips parted, and he blushed up to his ears. He didn't even notice that Yelena was already beside him, who noticed how the brunette had been hypnotized. "Hey, earth calling Bob, are you still there? Are you okay?" He swallowed and blinked in confusion to look at the blonde better. "Me? Oh yeah, I'm fine." he said, clearing his throat. She smiled, letting out a mocking pfft.

You started moving your feet from side to side, gently at first, slowly, letting your body get used to the rhythm and going with the flow. You accompanied it with undulating hip movements while you brought your hands to your hair and closed your eyes, feeling the music. The short dress really revealed a lot of your thighs, and the fabric hugged your hips, making them stand out every time you moved them from side to side. You had the guy right where you wanted him; he kept staring at you while biting his lip, but Bob had also unintentionally gotten distracted by you. And quite a bit.

"Hey, focus" Yelena elbowed him in a scolding tone. "I'm focused!" Bob defended himself. "Yes, but not on her," Yelena said sarcastically. But he couldn't help it. The way your body moved gracefully and your curves stood out against the tight fabric made him feel dizzy. You were just letting yourself go, slowly going up and down to the beat of the music. Suddenly, you looked at the guy and stretched your arms out toward him, inviting him to get on with you. He didn't think twice and, taking your hand, climbed up, leaning behind you, his chest against your back. This made Bob frown. You took the man's hands and brought them to your waist while you continued to sway your hips at a slow pace. Bob gritted his teeth as he watched the idiot's fingers run over the skin of your thighs where there was no fabric.

"Okay, I admit it, she's a good dancer" John said through the receiver. "Wooh, the kid's got him in the bag!" Alexei laughed. To top it all off, the others weren't helping, and Bob was feeling slightly irritated. The guy's hands kept sinfully running over your body while you held his wrists to keep him from going too far. But his libido was already sky-high, and before you could stop it, he gave you a light spanking with one hand causing you to gasp in surprise while the other tried to get closer to your private area. Everyone witnessed the scene with disgust, ready to protect you, but the one who could stand it the least was Bob. He'd had enough, and when he saw your face shift in discomfort, he left Yelena's side, and she couldn't stop him. Bob trotted over to where the Winter Soldier and Red Guardian were to get a better look at what was happening. Bucky, who was watching from backstage, met your pleading gaze and exclaimed "Okay, that's enough, that's the sign."

While you were doing your best to stop the pervert's hands "Hey, that wasn't on the list" you said sharply. You could feel his face close to your neck and his disgusting breath in your ear. "Calm down, doll, I was just having fun." You closed your eyes tightly in disgust as you tried to separate yourself from his firm grip. "Well, not me." When you tried to move away from him, he grabbed your wrist tightly, making you moan in pain. Bob, who was trying to contain himself when he saw that, was the last straw, and his eyes flared with anger. "Oh, come on, don't act like a little bitch now."

Bucky swung his metal arm back, heading your way, when Bob jumped ahead of him and instantly reached you, standing in front of you to protect you. "The lady said she wasn't having fun." You looked at him in surprise, a feeling of pride tingling in your chest. The guy laughed with mockery and conceit. "Who is this idiot? Why don't you mind your own business and leave us alone, huh?

"I'm her boyfriend and I think she doesn't want you around anymore" Bob's voice was filled with surprising confidence, without hesitation. The man looked at you, smiling maliciously. "Oh, so you were flirting with someone when you were in a relationship? What a slut."

Bucky, hearing this, was about to lunge at the jerk, but Alexei's hand on his chest stopped him. Bob moved closer to the man and pushed him lightly. "Listen, that's enough. If you insult her again or touch a hair on her, you'll have to deal with me." The man laughed, but then he got serious and threw a punch at Bob, which he dodged. When he tried to hit back, the man grabbed his arm and punched him in the stomach. Bob doubled over, and you screamed in fear, putting a worried hand on his back. Now Bucky came toward you and delivered a right hook to the jaw of the idiot who had bothered you. In seconds, everything was chaos. People screamed in alarm as they tried to flee. John and Ava moved with difficulty through the crowd until they reached you. When everyone was gathered, Yelena bent the guy's wrists backward, drawing a cry of pain from him.

"You're under arrest for money laundering in your shitty shell company" she said as she handcuffed him.

Beside you, Bob stood up slowly, grimacing in pain as he touched his abdomen. You clutched his bicep and looked at him with a mixture of admiration and concern. As they left the bar (they actually kicked you out), Yelena told Valentina that the mission was a success while you sat on the sidewalk next to Bob. You were still wearing the dress, but your clothes were in your arms and your jacket was over your shoulders, protecting you from the cold. You looked at the stars, while he looked at you. When you shivered slightly from the cold, he lovingly arranged the jacket over your shoulders.

"There" he said softly

You smiled fondly at him as you stood like that for a second, staring at each other. “Uhm. Thanks for saving me in there.” Bob chuckled. “What do you say? I got beat up.” You smiled tenderly as you stroked his cheek. “But you tried, and it was really sweet.” He leaned into you, wanting to kiss you, but he just said, “I couldn’t let them disrespect you.” “I know, and I love you for it. I’m sorry if I made you jealous.” He shook his head. “No, no. You were just doing your job.” He smiled.

Oh, you loved your boyfriend, so understanding and sweet. Unable to help yourself, you grabbed his cheeks and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips while he held your hands. When you separated, smiling, the others who were leaning against the wall looked at you almost with disgust, except for Alexei, who smiled movedly.

"I think I'm gonna throw up.."

"Please get a room"

"Do you have to do that all the time?"

"LONG LIVE LOVE!"

[roiswit]

Au where instead of being reborn as Shang Qinghua Airplane is reborn as the systems bio son through a serious of innocuous events.

The system had a lot of time on its hands, considering there would be a lot of time before either Shang Qinghua or Luo Binghe were gonna be born so he decides to set out on a journey. He creates himself a human body with a (VERY) strong cultivation system/core, one that’s also decently pretty, and a false name of He Xitong (on the nose Ik). After he does that he goes on exploring and building a minor fame and a nice life, when he accidentally bumps into a young woman who is clearly trying to dress in noticeably nicer clothes. After they bump into each other she introduces herself as Shang Zhong, a prostitute who had some free time on her hands. They end up chatting and having quite a good time with her going back to her pavilion and He Xitong coming back to visit her decently regularly. Eventually they end up sleeping together and she finds out she’s pregnant after He Xitong said he’d be gone for a year or more before he could visit again. She chooses to give birth and dies because technically the kid is only half human and as a non-cultivator she can’t handle it . Anyways the other prostitutes don’t really know who the father is and name the boy (Airplane) Shang Hua and kinda just give him the bare necessities not to die, planning to either keep him and raise him to be a prostitute or tossing him out if he appears too ugly.

Anyway after a couple months of Shang Hua mentally grumbling about his situation He Xitong shows back up and asks about Shang Zhong just to find out she died and left a baby. He Xitong is like fuck, because he now realizes he messed up the original Shang Qinghua’s parents meeting and is now the father of him. He also realizes that this is clearly Airplane reborn so he takes the kid, (paying the pavilion for taking care of his kid and the mother of his child), visits Shang Zhong’s grave to apologize for not being there and kinda killing her, pays his respects, and then leaves to try and figure out what to do about the state of his plot. He realizes very quickly he doesn’t want to abandon his kid, or make him face the plot and so he has to find someone else to take the Original Shang Qinghuas role.

Luckily a certain Shen Yuan just so happens to die, cursing PIDW and so the system essentially creates a new character that’s Shen Jiu’s twin brother to take that role. He Xitong finds a cabin and starts living out his peaceful life with his kid, while acting as Shen Yuans system to keep the plot moving along while trying to keep Shang Hua unaware. Shenanigans ensue as you can imagine.

I might come back and write the more about this, although this was a little longer than originally intended. Anyways have a nice night!

I just realized something I forgot to mention is that Shang Hua is riddled with trauma from his first life as Airplane which is another reason why He Xitong ends up dead set of giving him a good life.

Lowkey I’m starting to really want to write a fic about this 🤨

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

Pt. 3 of modern Wolf Hybrid! Katsuki Bakugou X Bunny Hybrid! Reader

MNDI!

Help, I've been tricked into writing ANOTHER series! This time on Accident! This is part 3 of my first Wolf!Katsuki fic, and while technically not required to enjoy this one, I highly recommend giving it a read for context(Check the masterlist for pt. 2)! This is about you getting comforted by your wolf kemonomimi boyfriend after getting basically disowned by your parents for being with him...of course, he has his own way of making you forget allll about that ;)

words: 3.3k

Warnings: cursing, Reader is AFAB, Pretty sure this is hurt comfort, Penetrative sex, P in V, breeding kink (Reader is using some kind of contraceptive), monsterfucking(? Maybe?), biting, fairly vanilla by my tastes but reader is bratty bottom and Kat is brat tamer

Smut starts after the *

You were awoken to the feeling of Katsuki nipping at your neck, something he did all the time as a sign of affection. Your eyes were still a little puffy from crying, despite the fact that you've been sleeping for...what? 10 hours? 12? You had no clue.

You just didn't want to face the reality that you've been thrown out by your family just yet. You told your parents that you were dating a wolf man last night, and they didn't take the news well. It could be worse, you could be living with them or relying on them financially, but they still practically disowned you.

"Don't come back until you've rid yourself of that...that....heathen!"

Your mothers words still rang in your ears, and although you were lamenting the fact that she was so willing to be rid of you, you also felt some...anger. Not anger for yourself, but rather anger for Katsuki.

How could she call him that? She didn't know him at all...Sure, he could be rude, brash, a little arrogant, but he also loved you. He was the man that would go to the ends of the earth for you, who lit up in his own way every time he saw you, who was holding you close right this second...He hasn't done a damn thing to hurt you.

If anyone hurt you, it was your mother, your parents...

"I know you're awake," Katsuki grumbled. You forgot he was trying to get your attention. His voice was gruff and low from the lack of use, his arms tightening around you as his tail began to thump across your legs.

"Time 's it," you asked sleepily, turning in his grasp so you could press your face in his broad and muscled chest. He immediately started to pet you, smoothing your bunny ears down and against your scalp as he glanced at the clock.

"6," he responded, kissing your forehead.

"Too early," you scoffed, nuzzling into the crevice between his pecs.

"It's late, dumbass," he grumbled, moving to tilt your chin up, wanting to look you in the eyes.

"For you," you mumbled, looking up at him with a pout. He fully pouted back, his brows furrowed and his lip jutting out ever so slightly as his ruby red eyes pierced into yours.

"Just let me sleep in," you pleaded, your hand sliding up his shoulder and to his ears, giving them a nice scratch at the base.

he hummed in response, eyes closing as he leaned into your touch. "what'm I supposed to do while you sleep," he groaned, hand moving to your waist.

"What did you do before me," you asked tiredly, your eyes slowly shutting.

"Can't remember," he sighed, tilting your bodies so you were both laid diagonally across the bed, his face now nuzzled into your neck. he planted little kisses on the spot where your shoulder met the base of your neck, nibbling at the flesh and breathing in your scent.

"Cut it out," you groaned, smiling despite yourself as your fingers ran through his short, spikey hair.

a low growl of satisfaction came from his chest, before he trailed kisses up the side of your neck to your cheek.

"How're you feelin'," He asked gently, his voice still a little gravely. He wasn't asking in the way he asked when he wanted you to sing his praises for pleasing you, but in a sweeter, more caring way. He was asking about last night.

"Oh, uh...ok. I'm handling it..." you sighed, seeing no use in telling him half truths like, "I'm fine," or, "I forgot about it," like you would if someone else asked. He had a right to your honesty.

"Jus' handling it," he asked with a frown, his tone laced with worry.

What did he need to do to help you? What was on your mind? Did you need something specifically from him that you weren't getting?

You see, beneath all that rough n' tough exterior was a rather anxious man, one who wanted you to have all that you deserved, and in his mind that was everything. Someone good enough to be so loved by him must deserve the word.

"I guess...I just wanna forget about it right now, y'know? I need something to keep me occupied." You rubbed at your tired eyes, looking down at his expression. You didn't know how, but he always managed to look at you like you were a deity...not in the, "I'd kneel at your feet and beg for your grace," sort of way (at least usually), more in the, "I'd set the world ablaze in the scorching fires of passion, bringing anyone who dares speak ill of you to their knees with no mercy," sort of way.

It made you melt, knowing he cared so deeply beyond his words. Maybe that's why you liked him so much. Because you know he won't lie to you for his own gain. If he didn't like you, he'd say so, no matter how beneficial a relationship with you might be to him. He meant what he said and said what he meant, and that was something you could respect.

"Forget about it, huh," he mused, holding your hand and running his thumb back and forth across your knuckles. He seemed to be thinking, considering all the ways he could help, before a devilish grin appeared on his face.

You knew that look all too well. A smile crept onto your own face, a little bashful and a little lustful. Good thing it was early, that way you'd have time to sleep in after what he no doubt planned to put you through.

*

"Yeah," you sighed, putting on an oblivious expression you both knew was fake, if not from your tone then from the way your little cottontail was wagging quickly.

"I can help with that," he offered, his voice husky and his face in a cocky grin. He slowly shifted the two of you, his chest against yours and his rough hands on your arms.

"Well aren't you sweet," you giggled sarcastically, kissing him gently as your hands ran up and down his broad back. He kissed you back with fervor, smiling against your lips as he kept himself hovered above you with one arm, holding your hip with the other.

You could feel his hand slipping under your shirt, caressing your side as his kisses became more desperate. "Katsu," you whispered seductively, laughter laced within his name.

He was grinning like the Cheshire cat, his hand moving farther up your torso, taking your breast in his hand with no restraint. He was used to your body, he saw no reason to beat around the bush, and your little moans definitely confirmed that for him as he kneaded the doughy flesh. The arm that holds him up shifts to cradle your head, his fingers buried in your hair.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up to him and kissing him passionately, already kicking your pajama pants off. Once those were removed, you began to take his shirt off, something he did nothing to fight against, tearing away from you and helping you lift the clothing above his head as he sat on his knees.

You sat up with him, but he gently pushed you back down as your lips collided once more. You could tell he was being extra sweet with you, clearly not wanting to give you any extra stress after the night you had previously, and although you appreciated the thought it wasn't exactly what you wanted. Thinking of how to bring this up to him as he took the shirt off your body, you didn't even realize that he could plainly see you were lost in thought.

Frowning, his ears flattened back ever so slightly. What could you be thinking about right now that wasn't him? Actually there were a lot of things...but he was supposed to be distracting you right now, and he knew he was a pretty damn good distraction!

He leaned in and planted kisses down your collarbone, moving towards you breasts and watching you closely for a reaction. You idly toyed with his hair and ears, your eyes on him but thoughtful and clearly not present. He pouted, before abruptly biting down on your nipple. He didn't do it too hard, knowing how sensitive it was, but he did it hard enough to make you gasp in surprise.

"Katsuki," you yelped with a scolding yet slightly amused tone, eyes wide and lips in the tiniest of smiles. There he was. The Katsuki you wanted.

Ever impatient, he scowled at you whilst trailing kisses across the valley of your bust, then down the center towards your navel. "What? You told me to distract you," he scoffed, gripping your left calf and hoisting it over his shoulder.

"Am I not allowed to think," you argued, knowing full well this was a battle you were losing terribly.

He grinned malevolently, a fire in his eyes you were so used to seeing.

"Y'know what, bun? That's a damn good idea," he laughed, peppering kisses beneath your belly button and towards your increasingly aching sex. He kneaded your thigh with his hand, not once breaking eye contact as he carefully pulled your underwear down (for once).

His mouth moved around your pussy lips and across the innermost parts of your thigh, smiling up at you devilishly.

"Don't fucking think," he ordered gruffly, his open mouth kisses moving agonizingly slowly towards your soaking folds. He wanted you to say it. To say you wouldn't think...

"Make me," you sniffed, an expectant smile on your face. What kind of brat would you be if you just took his orders? This was how you played your part, your role in the game that was your sex life with Katsuki...just as he played his role by taming you.

"You must think you're so fuckin' cute," he scoffed, to which you quickly shot back, "I thought I wasn't aloud to think."

He bit down on your right inner thigh, hard enough to leave indents but not break the skin. You cried out in pain, and he yanked on your left leg to bring your dripping sex closer to his face. "You're lucky you taste so damn good," he grumbled, sticking his tongue out and watching for your reaction. He didn't need you to beg with your words, not when you begged like that with your eyes and body...of course, a little verbal begging never hurt.

He pressed his tongue flat against your clit, listening to you moan for him and roll your hips against his face. He immediately pinned your hips down with one hand, glaring up at you before continuing. His lips met the area surrounding your clit, tongue lapping up and down the nub, slow at first but speeding up with the encouragement of your voice.

"Mmmnh...Katsuki...don't stop..."

He hummed against you, powerful vibrations adding that extra stimulation you needed. His ministrations sped up, tongue moving faster and faster, the hand the held your hip down now encouraging your thrusting into him.

your hand snaked into his hair, playing with his ears as the fingers on your thigh moved to prod at your entrance. He moaned at your touch, more of that sweet vibrating coursing through you, and promptly shoved two fingers into you.

They immediately curled upwards, hitting your G-spot and increasing the writhing you did in his grasp, as well as the volume of your moaning. How he loved listening to your voice, the rhythmic sounds burned into his brain to be replayed on nights alone, spurring his pace along.

You watched his face closely, his blissed out expression as he got off to pleasing you and only you, the way he subtly humped the sheets not going unnoticed. the very sight of him like this, shirtless and groaning and eating you like a man staved was enough to make you cum...

and you did.

"fu-FUCK, C-cumming..." you managed to splutter out, thighs tightening around his head, hands yanking his hair to stay in place. He let you ride out your high, more than happy to be nearly suffocating in your grasp, and after a few hip-rolls and loud moans, you released him with a sigh.

He sat all the way up, completely wet from the tip of his nose to the bottom of his chin after being soaked in your juices, licking his chops like you were his pray. He licked his fingers clean while he was at it, not once looking away from your sweaty, heaving body. So fucking hot. So fucking his.

"You ready for more," he chuckled, already crawling over you and pinning your hands above your head. "But my back's so sweatyyyy," you whined, arching it a little to prove your point.

"So," he scoffed, his hand sliding beneath you to hold the small of your back.

"So it's gross," you huffed, clearly just trying to buy yourself a little time for composure.

He rolled his eyes, but thought of the perfect solution as his gaze met yours again. "You don't havta lay on your back," he said slyly, as if he won some game. In one swift motion, he flipped you over, his hand sliding to your hip to knead your ass immediately.

"Kat," you whined, smiling to yourself. Why'd he have to be so damn hot?

you could hear him fiddling with his sweatpants, the sound of the fabric leaving his body sending chills down your spine. You could just see his cock in your head now, thick and solid and standing at attention, uncut with a slight lean to the left. You spent a lot of time looking at it, you should know.

"you mad because I'm smarter," he asked sarcastically, leaning down in a plank so his mouth could be right next to your ear, before resting his knees in between your legs.

"You're so funny," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. Your face was annoyed, but every inch of your body was crying out for him to take you. You even arched your back and sat up on your arms out of instinct.

"Yeah yeah, seein' as I'm about to fuck you, you shouldn't talk to me like that," he grumbles against your ear, kissing where the lobe connected to your jaw. You didn't know when to expect it, although it helped when he sat up so he could see what he was doing. He didn't really need to, but he just loved watching his cock slip inside you, especially when you're still throbbing from an orgasm.

You sat in wait, biting your lip and closing your eyes for the best experience. You could feel his tip, sticky from all the pre he leaked, prod against your pussy lips, before it slowly moved around your entrance in tight circles. He was teasing you, although knowing him, he was far too impatient to keep it up.

Just as you suspected, in mere seconds he was pushing his way deeper and deeper within you, causing your to grip the sheets in pleasure.

He wasn't doing any better, hands firmly holding your hips as he panted watching you take him in. You were so tight around him, squeezing and pulsing, sucking him in as he forced his way through.

"Fuck..." he groaned, wishing he could see your face. He finally hit your cervix, his hips meeting your as he caressed your ass. He was going to give you a moment to breathe, he could see you panting with him, your back tensing as you breathed in and relaxing as you breathed out.

"Katsu," you urged, wanting him to go already. If this were your first time with him, you might have said, "I'm ready," or, "you can go now," but those phrases have a level of innocence you no longer contain.

He let out a derisive laugh, smirking down at you as he slowly pulled back out, his tip barely staying in, before shoving you back down on him. You let out a satisfied moan, your voice muffled from your mouth pressing into the sheets. He could see your little cottontail wagging, and as he continued to thrust at an inclining speed, he grabbed it.

"Katsuki," you squealed, your voice vibrating a little from the amount of force each collision of your bodies made. The sensation you got from him gently pulling your tail was a mixture of sharp pain and intense pleasure, causing you to moan even louder and tighten around him.

"holy shit," he choked out, panting and groaning more at the new level of tightness.

The two of you were losing your rationality as Katsuki fucked you senseless, his hands moving anywhere he could access, his tip kissing your cervix over and over again in a constant rhythm. Eventually, he felt himself getting close, and he had to see your face before he finished.

He grabbed you by your bunny ears, causing you to yelp, and used his other hand to grab your chin and move your face so he could see your side profile. he shoved your head back into the pillow, this time with your head turned, his grasp still on your ears to keep you there.

"Katsuki, fuck, I'm close," you whined, trying to catch his gaze in your new position. He held eye contact with you, his hips moving at a sloppy pace.

"Fuck," he huffed, releasing your head as he planted his arms beside your head, mouth right against your fluffy ears. "I'm gonna fucking cum," he moaned, pistoning in and out of you with lust driven fervor. "You better take my fucking cum," he blathered, rambling nothing and everything into your ear.

"You're so fucking perfect" "Your body was made for me" "Don't let any drip out" "Gonna get you nice and pregnant"

with each phrase punctuated with intense thrusting, moans, and groans, you found yourself reaching your climax with him, until the knot in both of your stomachs burst simultaneously.

You cried out for him, his name like honey dripping from your lips, drowning out the sound of his several final pumps into you, each one angled perfectly and shoving every drop of his thick load deep within you. He gripped the sheets in his hands, nearly ripping the fabric, his cock buried to the hilt as he road out the wave with you.

"Kat, you don't have to do all this," you giggled, your protective boyfriend prepping to give you the best aftercare of your life. He already showered with you, a sweet and gentle gesture as he spent that time washing your hair and body (After scolding you for doing it wrong, of course). He even got out before you, seeing as he tended to shower fast, and already replaced the sheets by the time you were done.

Now, he had you wrapped up in a nest of pillows and blankets, forcing you to drink some water while he held you close. You suspected it was something primal in him, like some wolfish mating instinct, but he always said that any boyfriend worth a damn would do it.

yawning and setting your water bottle aside, you nuzzled your face into his chest, watching as the sunlight peaked in through the windows.

"Thank you for distracting me," you whispered, looking up at him with a grateful smile. He just sucked his teeth, looking askance and blushing.

"Shut up, Dumbass...It's my job as your boyfriend..."

"Right...so, about getting me pregnant, you know that's not possible?"

"I just said that 'cause I was in the moment, damn idiot!!!"

you loved your wolf man, no doubt about it.

can't write a single PinV smutfic without breeding, can I? Just completely blacked out while writing this, and somehow ended up with 3,283 words. Well, I hope you enjoyed, please leave a comment so I know how it made you feel!

tagging you because I care <3: @b134ch-m4h-ey3z

[mochatsin]

THE BROTHERS ACCIDENTALLY INJURING MC (mildly)

Despite all their efforts to technically baby-proof the house, the school, or even the entirety of Devildom if they could for their human… accidents do happen after all. They’re just glad that you’re not more hurt than they initially thought!

MC is not gravely injured! Just some scratches and bruises at most. Not sure if I’ll write something for more serious injuries scenarios but we’ll see, that will be definitely super angsty for sure.

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Lucifer

He was not having it that day. Stacked reports full of complaints in regards to Mammons behavior, property damages caused by Beel’s hunger, and his pen cursed by his brothers to wail and cry whenever it’s used, Lucifer can feel himself about to explode at the next sign of inconvenience in the house while he replaces the pen to go back to work.

It’s when he hears a loud crash in the living room does he feel like he’s going to snap the pen with just his fingers. “I swear when I get my hands on those idiots…” he basically stomps his way to the door before slamming it open.

He heard a loud THUMP! From the door, but not against the wall as he expected. He paused and closed the door only to find you on the floor, rubbing your forehead. You were on your way to see how the eldest was doing and just as you were about to open the knob, the door slammed against you with enough force to make you fall back. 

All that anger immediately dissipates when he finds you and immediately kneels down on the floor to check on you. “MC! Are you alright?!” Thankfully the impact wasn’t too much to draw any blood, though you’re certain you’ll get a bruise and it still hurts like hell that it’s making you dizzy. 

Lucifer doesn’t want to be the cause of your tears. He helps you up gently with a worried look on his face “Come, rest in my office chair. I’ll get that treated before it starts to bruise.” it hurts him more if you struggle with standing straight.

He’ll come back with an ice pack in hand, locking the door behind him as he goes next to you to inspect your forehead and how much damage he indirectly caused. Of course he didn’t mean it but he still feels bad regardless. 

He makes up for that by treating it, and he’s very gentle with you when he slightly dabs the ice pack on your forehead. His words are soft as he asks if you were okay before placing a kiss on your head. 

“How come you locked the door though?” you would ask and before Lucifer can even speak, you hear the brothers banging on the other side when they heard you hit your head. “... Ah”

Mammon 

There’s not a quiet day in Devildom when Mammon is always stirring up things. Demons and witches are always on his tails until he pays any of his debts that he never seems to have the money for. 

There was one particular incident where you were trying to look for him in school since you have so much schoolwork to do, and Mammon was the one who insisted you both be partners for this project. Yet he’s nowhere to be found. 

Of course he was running away from a few students who owed a few Grimm from. He’s grateful for being really speedy since he can use this to his advantage, but when he’s got his eyes on the coins on his hands it’s hard to pay attention to where he’s going. 

He takes a sharp turn by the halls and he accidentally bumps into you, who was carrying all the project materials. Given his strength, you stumble back harder than you thought and drop everything on the floor. 

“ACK! Shit– MC?! Come on, they’re on our tails!” He held your hand so you both could start running but you winced. Mammon paused and gasped when he saw the scratches on your delicate soft human skin from when you hit the concrete floor. 

Mammon had no choice but to carry you all the way while avoiding the demons running after you both. When it was all safe, he checked you in case of more wounds head to toe. Would panic if there was any blood. Luckily you just got a few minor scratches on your hands and nothing too bad.  

“Asmo’s gonna kill me if he saw what happened to your hands… ya okay though? Tell me if it still hurts and let's find em angels to patch ya up” he would beg Simeon not to tattle on the brothers, since they would not let him hear the end of it if they found out you got hurt. Lucifer would punish him for this happening under his watch (and his actions), even if it was an accident.

If your skin can get so damaged from just falling, Mammon can hardly imagine the worst case scenario. He keeps a close eye on you whenever there are large crowds, making sure you hold his hand the whole trip so he’s sure you won’t fall like that again. 

There are times you can feel his thumb brush against the skin of your palms where it was previously damaged. You know he feels a bit guilty for that, so you intertwine your fingers as a way to reassure him. 

Levi

Levi has been waiting for this package and now that it’s by his doorstep, he’s absolutely ecstatic. It was a VR set complete with this game from one of his favorite franchises. He hasn’t stopped talking about it for weeks at all and his brothers can finally get some peace and quiet in the house… they were wrong. 

One would say that Levi looks a bit silly walking around the house with the headset on. The VR game was about slaying demons (ironically) but he gets to interact with the characters in 3D so whenever he sees his favorite, he would let out an excited squeal. 

Lucifer instructed you to follow him while he plays to make sure he doesn’t wander off somewhere or break anything. You just have to make sure to gently turn him to the right directions or hide the glassware away from reach. 

It was doing fine for a while until you took your eyes off him for a second and he’s already walking dangerously near the stairs. You know that demons can survive a stumble like that but that doesn’t mean you’ll let that happen to him! So you dive in, grabbing the sleeve of his hoodie and yanking him away from the steps. 

Unfortunately, you both lost your footing and fell backwards on the floor with Levi landing on top of you. Levi was surprised and a little disoriented as he took off the headset, only to find himself above you. “W-WHA—!! MC?!?! What’s going on?!” 

You hit the back of your head hard with that fall and he noticed with the pained expression on your face. That embarrassment was switched to worry. Levi helps you up and after you explain everything to him, he assists you to the kitchen to find some ice to numb the pain. 

“I-i um… I'll make sure that I play this game somewhere safe, s-so you won’t have to worry about me!” Levi promises next time, already planning on searching any equipment or set up he needs to make his gaming experience much safer. He doesn’t want to burden you more than he already has.

He’s clumsy with the ice pack because he’s too nervous of hurting you more than he already did. What if he presses too hard? What if he’s doing it wrong? You’ll have to hold his hand to guide him on what to do or where to place it, and he’ll need all the self-control he needs to stop trembling from your touch.

Satan 

Even from the outside of the house, you could hear all the commotion and rapid footsteps. You thought you could leave them for at least one hour while you went out to grab the groceries, and apparently they already started fighting in your absence. 

It started when Satan bought a limited edition book signed by the author himself, with only 50 signed copies available. Mammon found the package first before Satan could and decided that maybe he could sell it, but he was caught before he could make any Grimm. In an attempt to get it back, Mammon accidentally tore a few pages. Now they’re both in demon forms running around the house. 

“I WILL TEAR YOUR LEGS OFF YOUR BODY WHEN I CATCH YOU” Satan snarled as he tried to capture the one that ruined his precious book. Unfortunately their speeds leagues apart and only Lucifer ever has the power of catching up to his no-good older brother. 

In a desperate attempt, Satan throws the book towards Mammon and hopes that maybe if he’s lucky enough it would hit him in the head and slow him down. But that wasn’t the case here. 

Mammon saw the incoming projectile and took a sharp turn to avoid it. The moment you opened the door to see what was going on, you weren’t really prepared for the flying book and next thing you knew, it hit you straight to the face. 

The force was enough to make you fall back, dropping all the groceries at hand. You expected to hit the floor, but you felt two hands hold you to stop you from falling. 

Satan saw the moment you got hit square on the face with the book he threw and ran to catch you before you could fall and hurt yourself further. You open your eyes only to see his eyes completely filled with worry. All his wrath was completely over washed with concern for you. 

“I-i’m so sorry MC! Come on, I'll get that treated quickly” He would carry you to the living room, groceries be damned, and cast a small healing spell to ease the pain and discomfort. 

Satan makes sure to be more aware of your presence. Just because his outbursts can get intense doesn't mean he'd want you to get involved in the crossfire. Never does he wish to be the cause of your pain, accident or not. It took you quite some time to reassure him since he didn’t mean that in the first place. 

Asmo

Asmo was excited to find that the shoes he wanted for so long had finally been released and he’s been dying to try them on. The shoes made him a few inches taller and he loves that since he was the smallest brother in the house. The heels were crafted perfectly when decorated with gems and glitter, it’s practically made for him! 

One would find him strutting down the halls with his heels or putting on all kinds of glamor and clothes to match. Asmo could’ve knocked your door down with all that giddiness when he entered your room to show off his new shoes.

He makes running in heels look so easy and you listen to him go on for a while on how the color matches his eyes. By the end of his speech, he grabs your hands and practically wants you to twirl him around like a princess in the spotlight of the ballroom. 

With the excitement in each step, Asmo was not careful enough and accidentally stepped on your foot. Normally it doesn’t hurt you but the sheer cheerful energy Asmo had brought about enough force to make it painful. And what’s worse… It was heels. 

You wince and take a step back, letting go of Asmo’s hand in the process. He looked at you with a pout until he saw you were in pain, clenching your foot “Love? Oh gosh– Did i?”

He immediately sits you down and checks how hurt you were. Since humans are so fragile and squishy, he worried if he broke a bone or even worse! But you assure him that you’re alright. 

“The reddening skin says otherwise! This is not good. We should go get that taken care of in a spa! We can get you those luxurious foot scrubs while I get a pedicure to match my new heels! Come on, I'll get your clothes ready!”

Whether or not you planned to go out today, Asmo is already rummaging through your closet to find the perfect outfit for you in the salon. You can’t exactly say no to a day off to relax, plus he won’t let you stay cooped up in your room like one of his older brothers. 

The spa really was rejuvenating and the scrub made your skin so smooth. You’re not sure if this was his way of apologizing or just an excuse to bring you here but it's a win either way right? 

When he brought up how you should also wear heels like his to match, you immediately decline with no room for negotiation. 

Beel  

Beel has brought home some rolled cigar cookies for you and Belphie to eat. They were a new flavor being sold in madam screams, Beel had already eaten several boxes and he’s made sure that he doesn't end up consuming all of the cookies he bought for you guys in one go. 

He knew that these sweets would go perfect with some devil’s hot chocolate so he wanted to brew some before he brought them up to the attic. 

He had two mugs at hand with the box of cookies in his arms. It’s taking all his concentration to not eat and drink all this food in his reach, especially when his stomach is already empty by the time he left the kitchen. He was so focused on trying to take his mind off his hunger that he failed to see you around the corner. 

By accident, he bumped into you and one of the drinks spilled on your arms. Thank god that Beel made sure that the temperature was safe enough for human consumption (since they could probably drink at hotter temperatures), though it still hurt you regardless. 

The cookies and drink was left forgotten at the nearest table he can place them as he tends to you. No blisters at least, but your skin started turning red from all that heat that Beel kept panicking as he took you to the sink to get it treated. 

“I-I just wanted to bring you some hot chocolate… sorry MC” he has that sad puppy look on his face that makes it hard for you to be angry, not that you were ever mad at him in the first place. Beel spent his time running your arm by cool water to treat it, and even asked Satan to take a look at your skin. 

As sweet as he was, if the burns on your skin were actually that bad then expect that he will never let you near any sort of hot drinks. He treats it as if they were poison to you. Your morning coffee? Now it has ice. Your hot chocolate? It’s iced chocolate. It took your brother’s intervention so he doesn’t ruin the soup for dinner for your sake. 

Belphie 

Belphie was by your side as you watched a local Devildom film in the living room. At first it was both of you watching together since the movie date was his idea, but he fell asleep for the first 20 minutes. To be fair, it was his longest record of keeping himself awake. 

There are times that he sleeps so well that he unknowingly shifts into his demon form. It’s just his powers responding to his own dreams, and he’s having a really nice one at this point since it has you and Beel in it, two of his favorite people of all the realms. 

You paused the movie to use the restroom for a while when that happened. While he was sleeping, his tail popped up and you didn’t know it until you tripped on it when you came back to the living room. 

It wasn’t the feeling of someone stepping over his tail that woke him up, but it was the sound of your pained groans that got the youngest born open both his eyes quickly as he shot up from the couch. 

If it were any of his brothers he would’ve been laughing, but he cares about you a lot. So seeing you in pain on the ground brought back some… ‘unpleasant memories’ from before. He goes to your side so check if you’re injured or hit your head too hard when you fell to the floor.

After the incident at the attic, Belphie tried his best to make sure he won't hurt you. He promised you that when you both forged a pact, and it took so much time to gain your trust again after all! Much like Beel, he is all over you in making sure you’re okay. Belphie wants to keep you safe, even from himself. 

“I don’t want to watch the movie anymore… Can we just cuddle instead?” He says with a cute pout on his lips. The twins really got the same puppy eyes, making it really hard for you to say no to his naps. This time, Belphie lets your head rest on his beloved soft cow pillow to compensate for what happened. 

Takes notes from Satan on how to keep his tail still, since the older demon has more control over it by keeping it wrapped around his leg. Belphie never usually worries about shifting into his demon form, but he just wants to make sure this time!

[thegingerparty]

Motivation Monday....or whatever

I was tagged by @queermccoy in show off Sunday and at the time the only thing I had really written was for something that we are working on together! So since they've already seen that I wrote something for a fic that I have outlined but is being very stubborn about actually getting written. Enjoy!!

Tommy rubs a hand over his face, cursing his unconsciousness for making him dream of his ex once again. He always has trouble falling back asleep after he dreams about Evan, especially ones like this where he wakes up half-hard and achingly alone. Not even his hand can provide any relief, the thought of getting off making him too sad without an eager mouth waiting for him to finish.

He's just about to roll over and at the very least close his eyes and pretend to sleep when the very edge of his hearing catches on a soft snick that comes from the living room, almost like someone has just closed his front door very carefully. Tommy's pulse ratchets up in response, his body frozen in anticipation as his ears strain for a hint of any other movement. After a few moments of tense silence pass, his body relaxes back onto the pillows. Tommy groans to himself, his brain almost certainly playing tricks on him, preying on how desperate he is to hear Evan coming over and crawling into bed with him.

Just as he is debating if he should drag himself out of bed to make a cup of tea, since sleep is almost certainly not happening now, a faint creak echoes down his hallway and under the crack of his door. This time, Tommy sits up slightly, balanced on his forearms, frantically running through who might possibly have a key. He knows it isn't Sal, who technically has a spare, if he hasn't lost it by now, but is in the middle of a 24-hour shift. The only other person he has ever given a key to was Evan, and that was returned in the box of the rest of his stuff, careless left on his front porch months ago. In fact, its still sitting on his entry table, taunting him whenever he passes, a pointed reminder of how gravely he's fucked up.

There's a soft, blurry motion as the door swings open on silent hinges, and for half a second Tommy can still convince himself its just a draft before a shape steps into the doorway. Before a man steps into the doorway, blocking any further delusion that this has all been in his head.

Tagging @setmeatopthepyre @dharmaavocado and @fake-mouthstatic if they have anything they want to share!

[midsummer-semantics]

under the dancing lights

Small break while I do a million other things but here's *checks calendar* day 16 of @steddieangstyaugust.

Prompt: Halloween

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags: Underage Drinking, Cemeteries, Canon Complaint (question mark???), Ambiguous Ending

divider by @steddiecameraroll-graphics

He isn’t sure why he’s out here. It’s not like there’s anything left, anything calling him to action. The kids are old enough to trick-or-treat without supervision, Robin is with Vicky at a party he didn’t want to third-wheel to, and everyone else…

The point is, traipsing through Roane County cemetery on Halloween night seemed like a good idea when Steve is three Jack and Coke’s deep and unsure of where he fits into the regular world. He bought a dozen flowers on the way here just before the shop closed for the evening, like he couldn’t risk showing up to the cemetery empty-handed for some reason. 

Barb’s grave is overrun with flowers 365 days a year, three years running. Steve leaves several of the carnations in the bundle he carries at the tombstone, begging forgiveness as he does every few months. He hasn’t told Nancy what he does, even when he’s accompanied her a few times. He simply stays silent, lets Nancy grieve, and returns a few weeks later to replace the dead ones when no one is paying attention.

Next is Bob Newby, whom he didn’t know, but the kids did, so he drops a couple of flowers off out of perfunctory expectation.

Billy is the one of the hardest, his grave near Steve’s dad’s grandparents’ joint plot. He tends to spend a little more time here, aware of how the plot feels under his knees, remembering how Max looked as she lifted in the air under Vecna’s influence. Sometimes, Steve comes just to sit, to stare at Billy’s name and curse his existence, even if it brought him Max. Other times, Steve sits and talks, tells his rival how his step-sister is doing, how Steve learned to plant his feet, how regardless of what a piece of shit he was, no one deserved to deal with the bullshit the Upside Down had to offer. He leaves one flower out of obligation, but he doesn’t linger like he normally would.

He leaves a few at Chrissy’s grave, not just because she died, but because he knew her, even vaguely because she was a cheerleader while he was still on the basketball team. And because Eddie would want him to.

He flips off Jason’s grave as he passes it.

Three years — less than, technically— since the first death. Almost three years since Steve took Jonathan’s nail bat and made it his weapon of choice against the monsters that lurk beneath their feet. 

Over half a year since Max went into a coma that doctors — UD connected or otherwise — or Eleven haven't been able to wake her up from. 

Seven months since Eddie Munson was added to the list of people Steve couldn’t save.

The sun has dipped well past the treeline on the edges of the cemetery by the time he reaches Eddie’s grave. There’s no one else around, thankfully, but Steve knows it’s only a matter of time before some idiot high school kids make their way to the cemetery to get trashed and try to see a ghost or fuck near one of the graves. He should know, he was one of those idiot kids not too long ago.

There’s writing on Eddie’s headstone, scrawling letters spelling out MURDERER in red spray paint. One of the R’s is backward, Steve notes, rolling his eyes, a gesture that makes his vision swim a little. It’s not the worst thing that’s been blasted across the headstone since it was placed, but it’s by far the dumbest. He sets the remaining flowers down at his feet as he crouches to examine the writing closer. It’s dry, but it can’t have been there for more than a few days considering he was just here for Eddie’s birthday and had cleaned the last slur himself. He should have brought a bucket and brush instead of the stupid flowers, but he’s a little wobbly from the alcohol and the idea of going back to his car for any reason other than to go home and pass out alone sounds terrible. He’ll come back tomorrow and clean it, plus whatever gets done to it tonight probably. Maybe he should have brought his nail bat. Camped out next to Eddie’s grave and waited to see who exactly is doing it so he can make sure they know never to do it again.

Steve loses his precarious balance, falling back on his ass in the cold, damp grass with a soft “oof!” The flask in his back pocket digs into one cheek, and he shuffles around until he can extract it, then leans back on one hand while the other holds the cool metal.

“Probably stupid to drink more, but I doubt you’d give me shit about it,” Steve says to the grave, holding the flask up like he’s making a toast before closing his eyes and taking a swig. He actually hates whiskey, but it was all that was in the house since it’s his dad’s favorite, and beggars can’t be choosers.

Still, he coughs a bit as the straight liquor burns a path down his throat — he really should have brought some kind of chaser with him, but hindsight and all that — and then lays back on the grass as soon as it clears.

He keeps his eyes closed, breathing through the slight roil in his stomach, and imagines what it would be like if he simply sank into the ground beneath him. Not like if vines were to spring up and drag him under, but if he just slowly melted into the earth the way one feels like they’re melting on a really plush mattress.

It’s only a slight comfort that the grave he’s lying on is empty. Otherwise, his vision of being swallowed by the earth might come with the extra twist of Eddie’s hands dragging him down Evil Dead-style. 

He snorts to himself, his head lolling back and forth a bit. Eddie would have loved that reference, he knows it. He may not have known him for long before. . . before, but he’s sure of it regardless.

After a moment, he brings his hands up to rub the heels into his eyes, waiting until he sees stars before he opens them. The stars continue to blink for a few seconds as his eyes adjust to the inky black sky.

Wait.

No.

There are stars dancing. Little lights swaying to and fro in front of his face, with more popping up around him. He turns his head in awkward directions against the grass, knowing he’s getting foliage in his hair the whole time, watching as more blink to life.

He shuts his eyes again as he sits up, but when he reopens them, they’re still there. It’s too late in the year for fireflies, too cold this late at night at the end of October, and yet the lights dance regardless. 

“Whoa,” he breathes, feeling a distinct sense of deja vu to when he was blitzed out of his mind on Russian truth serum and staring at the ceiling of Starcourt.

One of the stars comes close to him, wisping against his cheek like a tickling feather before flying away. Another does it to his left arm where he’s holding himself up, another to his hip where his shirt has ridden up slightly under his windbreaker. Steve giggles uncontrollably as another brushes his forehead and he turns his head to follow them. There’s another, and another, and another, and as he reaches out to catch one—

“Having a good night, big boy?”

[dumb-but-happy-trist]

Just me, talking about the last battle of King Artoria Pendragon; the Battle of Camlann.

First, let’s say what sealed her fate. It was drawing the Sword from the Stone, Caliburn. Doing that made her King of Britain, but there was someone else that could have pulled that sword from the stone, Morgan la Fae, Artoria’s older sister. The moment Artoria became rightful King of Britain, Morgan’s jealousy took over, and she started planning her revenge. To that end, Morgan had five children : Agravain, Gawain, Gaheris, Gareth and Mordred. In the end, they all joined the Round Table; only Mordred technically staying faithful to Morgan.

Meanwhile, Lancelot and Guinevere are having an affair together (not right away), and they are quite good at keeping it secret. Unfortunately, Agravain finds them and alerts the others, and that’s the first thing that start making the Round Table crumble. Upon being found by Agravain, Lancelot kills him and gets exiled, while Guinevere gets condemned to execution.

Upon learning that, Lancelot decides to save her. In order to get her out of her cell though, he kills Gaheris and Gareth, the latter being his former esquire.

Meanwhile, Artoria has to go in campaign in former Rome to repell an invasion. Around that time, Avalon gets stolen by Morgan.

When Artoria comes back, she discovers that Mordred had taken over Camelot, and now Mordred’s army was marching on Artoria’s. In her way, however, stood her last brother, Gawain, and she killed him. The two armies fight their final battle, the Battle of Camlann, and they slaughter each other. In the end, on the top of a hill covered in corpses, with swords planted in the ground like graves, only Mordred and Artoria are still standing. Mordred, who had been denied being the King’s son, attacked her, and in the end, died when she was pierced by Rhongomyniad. However, Morgan had one last trick, having put a curse of rebellion on Mordred, and Mordred’s body acted on its own and swung the sword, mortally wounding Artoria.

Hopefully, if you knew about the Battle of Camlann, I taught you nothing up until now. Now, onto the more emotional part.

First, in Fate, Morgan is still alive in modern day. Can you imagine having to live so long with the despair of losing all five of your children? Yeah, me neither.

Also, Mordred never got what she wanted, which was to simply be the King’s son. She never even got to touch her.

Remember when I said drawing Caliburn from the Stone was what sealed Britain’s fate? That happened twenty years before the Battle of Camlann.

Of all the Knights of the Round Table, here are the ones who were alive at Camlann. Mordred, Artoria and Bedivere, though that last one is a technicality.

Also, for symbolism I probably don’t understand, there’s the fact that every knight who died at Camlann had a sword serving as a grave. Meanwhile, Artoria’s grave is Avalon, a sheath. Don’t know what that means, but it certainly means something.

Slightly off-topic, EMIYA also died on a hill with swords serving as graves.

Tag : @enemylv1

[snkts]

CHARACTER SOUNDTRACK

list some songs that give off the Vibes™️of your character, whether it’s something they would listen to or just gives that delicious writing and muse inspo!

I'M GOING TO HEAVEN - Amigo the Devil. Sol recommended this one to me, and it clicked instantly. Not just the sound of the music, but the fact that Logan would absolutely go to break in to heaven and shit-talk St. Peter if they took away the person he loved. He'll do anything for his loved ones. Anything. But the music is a vibe too.

LETDOWN - Statefall. Logan has massive insecurities. He feels like most, if not all, of his close relationships are doomed to fail, and sadly, history has proven that. With very few exceptions, the people who he loved most either ended up turning on him or dying or both. This also comes with the abuse he's faced as a child, and the torment of Weapon X. He's basically hardwired to see himself as someone who has to earn and keep earning love, to prove that he's good enough to be worth peoples time, and there are plenty of times he thinks he's going to fail to reach that mark.

A GRAVE MISTAKE - Ice Nine Kills. This song is technically about the Crow, but I feel like it suits Logan really well. I really like it in regards to him confronting the Doctor from Weapon X, but there's also the double meaning of Logan feeling damned because of all he did, and it started with him killing Thomas - his bio father and his dad's murderer, who he looks exactly like, and sees every time he looks in the mirror. It's just such a powerful song and it goes so hard.

LAST TO FALL - Starset. This one should also be pretty self explanatory. He is always the last one to survive. He can't really die anymore, and even if he does, someone always brings him back. He always outlives the people he loves, and he's always the last one standing. It's his curse.

LITTLE WOLF - Epic: The Musical. I've said it before, I'll say it again. This is, in my head, the theme song for the Dog vs James fight in the 1800s. But also, "Let's teach this dog a lesson, in front of all his kind; One young wolf has a larger heart than all these men combined." That's Logan. That's just Logan.

WORM-EATEN PSYCHEDELISM - Heisei Project. This is another good Weapon X song. Mostly because of the story the song is telling, but I like to see it as the battle between James/Logan and the Animal/The Weapon. He is fighting himself, and it's often an incredibly violent struggle to keep a hold on the parts of himself he can't just set loose. The parts of him that, to an extent, someone else put there in a brutal, violating way. He never really wins, and he can't give up without dire results, so he fights it as he always has.

THE LION IN YOU - The New Roses. This is both a song I think Logan would listen to, and a good fighting song for him. While he can be clean and clinical about it, and he has trained, at the end of the day, he's a naturally evolved apex predator. That shit comes out sometimes. (But yeah, this would also be a song he listens to while fixing his bike or working out!)

HARPY HARE - Yaelokre. This is a very upbeat-paced song for how well it connects to Logan's insecurities about parenthood. He's never gotten to raise any of his kids (in 616 at least). He can't find them when they're little (given he doesn't know they exist), and he thinks he's buried at least one. He can't keep them close to him, and - especially as they grow - he can't always keep an eye on them. The more he tries, the more they fight. And he also worries that he can't protect them, and that somehow - even if they're immortal - he'll bury his kids like he buries everyone else.

HELLRAISER - Ozzy Osbourne. Of course I had to put this one here. This is Logan's favourite song, from his favourite album, from his favourite artist. He's just super into Ozzy, what can I say? This is another that'd be on his playlist for working out or fixing his bike(s). But it's also one I would use if I was ever going to make a Wolverine movie. I think it really catches his general outlook. He doesn't wanna sit back and relax a lot of the time - he likes bar fights, he hates authority (unless they earn his respect), he's not afraid to stir shit up, either if it's because he thinks something is wrong, or he's just in the mood. He's both the conscience and the bad boy of the team, and it's something he wears well.

MARY DID YOU KNOW - Pentatonix. This is a great cover, but it also always makes me think. In this case, I'm thinking about Elizabeth and John Sr. with baby James the first time. I wonder what they were thinking, especially with the death of John Jr. and the circumstances surrounding it. And that no matter what thoughts went through their minds, they would never be able to guess what their little boy would have happen to him. Nobody would know that tiny infant, swaddled in a blanket, would go on to become one of the greatest heroes the world ever had. They wouldn't guess as he drew his first tiny breaths and wriggled to stay close to the warmth of his parents that he would be gutted and stripped of his identity, pumped full of metal to make him an unbeatable killing machine. They wouldn't know how hard he would fight to be a person regardless. They wouldn't know he would outlive the foundations of their estate. And if they did know... You gotta wonder what they would've thought about that.

stolen from: @freezegirl :D

tagging: @zimwy , @perditos for a character of your choosing, @katzchn & @onlyarogue , @hopedefined , @bettertelepath , @mutatiio for erik and bucky, @strcngered for baby tree, @asgardianhammer . @mercred , @untamedtempest , @alwaysxinxtrouble for matt, @stonefoxy for piotr, @itsybitsypeterparker , @xlianovna , @wid0wd , @mskwtz , @supurman , @bruz3r and anyone else who wants to!!

[nonwal]

each half blind without a mirror

(AKA, the time travel shadowgast fic that I'm not going to finish writing. So here's the beginning and the plot outline. Be warned, it’s not technically an unhappy ending but it’s certainly bittersweet, with a lot of alternate timeline MCD.)

Bren Aldric Ermendrud does not like Vergesson Sanatorium because deep down, he knows that he belongs there. He's been a little mad for a long time, but he's never told anyone about it. It has yet to interfere with work, and that is what matters. If his dreams are filled with smoke and blood and vague prophecies in his own voice, that is his own business. If he is occasionally convinced that he is being watched--well, who is to say that he isn't? Trent has eyes everywhere. But it does mean that he answers the summons to the sanatorium with more trepidation than strictly necessary.

"Sorry," Astrid says when he arrives just outside the gate. "I didn't know how to explain the situation over Sending." "It's fine," he says mildly. "You can apologize by explaining now." She hesitates. "I don't know how to explain now. We captured Thelyss. He tried to kill Master Ikithon. And as far as we can tell, he's gone mad." That is…a lot to take in. Bren quashes something that might be hope or might be simmering fury. "You need me to verify that it's him," he guesses after a moment. "He was your contact, and our master is very interested in learning why he is here and not in a grave in Ghor Dranas," she says dryly. "Ah." Bren connects the dots now, recognizes what she isn't saying. Essek Thelyss had been Bren's charge, at least until he’d been executed after his plans to steal the beacons were revealed by an unknown party. It was an inconvenience that Bren has…already paid dearly for. But if he’s faked his death, if he has made an attempt on Ikithon’s life--that reeks of a conspiracy. Bren is in danger. But isn't he always? "You said that he's mad?" he asks as Astrid guides him inside. "We thought he was faking it at first. But even under a Zone of Truth, he speaks contradictory nonsense." "Such as?" "He is convinced that Vess died due to a disagreement with a cultist over a city made out of meat, that I am the Archmage of Civil Influence, that he is friends with a cleric whose powers come from a talking weasel, that he successfully stole the beacons but they were given back, that he was born in 715 PD and he is one hundred thirty-seven years old--" "He doesn't know what year it is?" "He's aware that it's 832. He insists his math is right anyhow. We've already tried removing any curses he may be under, healing, a Greater Restoration--anything we can think of. He isn't a shapeshifter, he isn't under any magical effects. He claims that it was him who got executed, and the execution did kill him, but also that he's never died before." She lets out a frustrated breath. "He also insists that he is perfectly sane, but what madman doesn't?" "Interesting," says the madman walking next to her. "Do you have any theories?" She sighs. "I was hoping that you would," Astrid admits. “He’s your responsibility.” "I watched him die. I verified that it was him. This could be a clone? Or some other attempt at transferring his consciousness." "Did he mention dabbling in necromancy?" "That really isn't the sort of thing he would have admitted to me." Their conversations were always more…complicated.

(and then the outline below)

Bren gets summoned because the Assembly has caught Essek Thelyss during an assassination attempt on Trent. The same Essek who definitely got caught and executed by the Dynasty before he could steal the beacons. The same Essek that Bren had been working very closely with

Bren talks to the captured drow. It is Essek. It is not the Essek that he knew

he eventually determines that this Essek is a time traveler who has been stuck in the past and has subsequently altered this timeline, and that this Essek knew him in the future timeline

he asks Essek if the future Bren came with him to the past. Essek admits that yes, the original spell was supposed to bring them both back to the past for a short period of time and then back to the present, but for some reason Essek got left behind and the timeline didn’t loop smoothly the way they had intended

he asks Essek if the future Bren came with him to save his parents. Essek asks how he knew that

Bren knew that because for the past seventeen years, he has been working under the assumption that he was delusional. When he killed his parents, he wandered behind the house for a minute and “hallucinated” seeing them escape through an unblocked window and disappear with a stranger, and thus he never broke

Essek is relieved to know why timeline didn’t loop correctly. I think I know why you got left behind, too, but you won’t like it, Bren adds

Essek demands to know anyway. Bren refuses to tell him until he explains what happened to his Essek. Essek explains that in the timeline he’s from, the theft of the beacons led to a war. He tried to convince his current self not to steal them, and failed—so he planted the right evidence to prevent the plot a different way, leading to his own death

“I’m not surprised that you couldn’t convince him. You are very different.” “In a good way.” “No, not in a good way. I think I loved him. I do not think I would love you.” “…I’m sorry.” “No, don’t be. I assume you loved that other version of me, ja? I killed him, too. So we’re even. Fair play.”

it turns out this Essek was not left behind. The spell failed because after Essek teleported his parents to safety, Bren saw Caleb inside the house, panicked, and killed him. The spell failed because one of the people who cast it died

Essek is. A little despondent over this, understandably. He isn’t stuck in a shitty AU past where everything is going wrong, futilely hoping that Caleb will come back again and rescue him—he’s stuck in the only remaining timeline, and Caleb no longer exists at all

Essek proposes a pact: in his timeline, he helped defeat Trent Ikithon. If Bren frees him, he can help do the same in this one

Bren agrees. They flee together, and go into hiding, begin plotting for the years ahead. They are both mourning a version of the other that no longer exists. They have both murdered each other’s lover. They are both wearing the face of each other’s lover. It is not easy company

Essek knows how to track down most of the Nein, still a year before they all meet. He doesn’t know exactly how Bren could play the part of Caleb—but Caleb did leave behind letters

Bren goes to visit his parents. It’s weird. He’s missed them, and an insane part of him has never really believed that they were gone—but they have the letters from a version of him that never came to be. Much like Essek, they were hoping he would be someone else. (They try to be happy for him regardless. But he can tell they thought he would be a better man.)

the Mighty Nein still meet in roughly the same fashion, except Veth and “Caleb” just…have a strange tension between them. Things start to deviate at Alfield. The ruse gets harder to maintain. Beau is paranoid that someone is following them, watching at a distance. In Zadash, Bren manages to keep his mouth shut during the Zone of Truth but has a panic attack prior to the Victory Pit and has to tap out because he knows that Trent would be watching

the beacons were never stolen, though. So there is no broken tower, no declaration of war, no push to get out of town as quickly as possible. Bren convinces the group to head north, but—they get as far as Bowlgate, and things properly escape his control. Essek has to intervene. They explain the ruse, the time travel

people are, to put it lightly, kind of fucking pissed

they do still go to Hupperdook, now with Essek. It’s a little bit tenser than the original timeline, between the Nein being extra wary of Bren and Essek, and Bren and Essek still being wary of each other

no one gets kidnapped. Molly doesn’t die. They take out the Iron Shepherds and recruit Caduceus. And then it’s…boat time? Caleb didn’t leave great notes about that and Essek doesn’t exactly know what went down, but they do end up becoming pirates

they get the Happy Fun Ball and the Mighty Nein have to restrain Essek from immediately returning to explore it. He tries to explain that the key to taking out Ikithon was found there, but Bren would rather bide his time than risk the Archmage’s Bane with a less-seasoned adventuring group, and takes the Nein’s side. They finally begin to bond with him after the incident. Essek tries (fails) not to be jealous

they discuss next steps as they sail back to Nicodranas. There is no war, no stolen beacons, no burned Felderwin and kidnapped husband to bring them over to Xhorhas. They decide to still tackle the Angel of Irons cult, this time keeping Yasha safe

they arrive at Nicodranas. To news of a war and a burned Felderwin.

Essek holds it together for long enough to verify that Veth’s entire family made it out okay (having never begun working for the Assembly) and then he fucking falls apart. The Nein have never really bonded with the weird time traveler who keeps trying to manipulate them into following a specific path, simultaneously following his own agenda and wishing they were future versions of themselves—but they try to comfort him as best they can

Later, when everyone else has gone to bed, he says to Bren, “It was all for nothing. I didn’t stop it.” “The way I see it, this means the war—the one you remember—wasn’t your fault. It would have happened without you. Silver lining?” Essek is quiet, a very unconvinced sort of quiet. Finally, he says, “I got myself killed. For this. And it wasn’t enough. He died for nothing—I was him, once upon a time, I was almost exactly him except that I never knew you—“ This is the first time that Essek has ever expressed proper regret for killing the Essek that Bren has always privately thought of as his. Softly, he says, “You didn’t know. It’s okay.” “I killed him for nothing. It is not okay.” “Ja, well, sometimes you kill your mirror self and you entire life goes to shit. I wish I hadn’t killed your Caleb, either, but it’s a little too late for that.”

they reach a new understanding of each other after that. Not exactly romantically—they have sex, a few weeks later, and both agree that it doesn’t feel the same—but at least they become tentative friends with occasional and probably inadvisable benefits

the war did not happen over stolen beacons, and there is no beacon to return in order to end it. They stay far away from the Dynasty, struggle their way through the Happy Fun Ball with Yasha’s help, manage to kill the heart first and take down Obann when the ritual to free the Laughing Hand fails as a result

there is no peace treaty. There is no way to end the war. They go out of order and tackle the hag next, turn Nott back to Veth. They get the residuum for the Blooming Grove, Fjord becomes a paladin, Travelercon is still a clusterfuck

the war gets worse. They discuss the possibility of stealing the Pride’s Call beacon as leverage, and head back to Zadash to begin investigating—and then Yasha disappears

the first thought is more Angel of Irons shit, but when they scry on her they see her traveling with Cree. Turns out Lucien didn’t need Molly to be dead to come back

there’s a race to the north, trying to stop them, trying to unpossess Yasha. They don’t read the book, don’t get any eyes—but this is so far off the original timeline that Essek doesn’t know what to expect. They go through Aeor, they take down the Tombtakers, they reach Cognouza, they fight Lucien-as-Yasha…

but unlike Molly’s body, Yasha doesn’t die

things go bad. Very bad. Molly goes down first, and then Caduceus when he tries to reach the body. Then Veth, then Fjord. When Jester goes down, with Bren on his last legs, Essek manages to get within range for a plane shift—but Beau refuses to leave Yasha behind

Essek Thelyss and Bren Aldric Ermendrud return to the Material Plane and prepare for the end. But nothing happens, no hungry flesh city arrives to wreak havoc. The war is getting worse, far bloodier than the one Essek remembered—but nothing beyond that

eventually, they return to Aeor, find their way back to Cognouza and the remains of their friends. Turns out, after Lucien killed Beau, there was nothing left to keep Yasha standing. Very tidy, how that one played out

They return to Aeor. The ice is preferable to flesh. Bren asks, “Did any of it go like this, in yours?” He already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it again, just in case Essek has a different one this time. “No.” Essek sits on the ground, not bothering to float. “If we could raise one of the clerics, maybe—“ “Caleb was a transmuter.” Ah. And Bren is not. “We could find a powerful cleric—“ “With the war the way it is?” Essek’s voice is brittle. On the verge of tears or on the verge of an angry outburst, he can’t tell. “And the chances of getting everyone back—“ His voice breaks. Tears, then. “My apologies. It seems the plan to kill Ikithon has fallen through.” This is such a stupid apology that Bren has to laugh at it. “Do you really think this is still about killing him, for me?” A quiet sigh. “I’m sorry, Bren.” “Ja. Well. It could be worse?” Essek glares up at him. “How, exactly?” Bren doesn’t actually know. “We’re both still alive? And Veth’s family is safe, and Jester’s. And mine.” Even if he is a stranger to them, and a bit of a disappointment compared to who he could have been— Bren wonders if it was worth the trade. The war, the Mighty Nein, the miserable elf curled up on the ground. He sighs. “No. You’re right. This is—yours was better.” And, “The chamber that we stumbled across. That was how you two…?” “Yes. But your—“ “Maybe we should go back one last time. Tell our better selves to leave things as they were. Untie the knot you made trying to form a clean loop.”

they do go back, just a few moments before Caleb and Essek arrive. Essek immediately launches himself into a hug around Caleb, explains that he got left in the past because Caleb died—and already, the other Essek is convinced

Caleb asks Bren if he was happy. If his parents were still alive. Yes to the latter, not really to the former. They read your letters, you know. They were so proud of you. But—a little less proud of me. I didn’t—it’s a long story. I never broke. My name is Bren.

Caleb asks if they’re here to stop him. If he should let it be. They say yes, and also Essek had to kill his past self to stop the beacons from being stolen but eventually there was a war for other reasons and because the Nein didn’t have any beacon there was no political leverage to stop it and it’s still getting worse and now every member of the Nein is dead—

look I just think there should be a lot of wizards hugging their traumatized alternate universe selves here

eventually Bren—seventeen years old, about to make the worst decision of his entire life—arrives in the distance. The older Bren asks if they should stay close or not. He’s only seen it as an illusion. Caleb tells him that he doesn’t need to watch the real thing. The pain won’t fix anything

they move into the woods, so far away that they can’t hear anything. Eventually there is a faint light at the distant horizon from the blaze, but nothing more. Bren and Essek—the Essek who got left behind—begin to fade into a pair of dark voids. Echoes. Just alternate timelines, shadows of something that never happened

Caleb and Essek return, a little haunted by the versions of themselves that they could have been. They go destroy the T-dock. It takes them years to tell the Mighty Nein what happened

for the rest of their lives, whenever they cast Resonant Echo, the echoes are always the same ones

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: New year new book! Welcome back -Danny Words: 2,342 Series' Masterlist Previous Book // Next Chapter Listen to: 'How Far We've Come' -by Matchbox Twenty

I: No Thoughts, Head Empty

Nothing prepares you to be a leader. You can be born as one, or climb your way up, but you rarely fall flat on the spot. You don't want that to be your case, but it is mine.

I'm not the only one with a new job, Rachel Dare got a job as our new oracle. Apollo's there and everything, he even talks to me and says the next solstice is going to be fun now that I'll be there to report how I'm handling everything in the mortal world.

When Rachel gives us the next big prophecy, Chiron offers her a room in the Big House until they figure out where to put her. Then he turns to me. "Our Daughter of Olympus," he states gravely. "Let's talk."

Percy steps forward. "Chiron, she's my little sister. What is—?"

"I'm not little," I interrupt him. "I can look after myself."

"What?" He scowls. "That's not what I'm saying, Ara, you're too young to be a General."

I'm the same age he was when we explored the labyrinth and no one told him he was too young to do that! I was twelve myself, I'm experienced enough to do whatever I want.

Chiron gives Percy a look. "Ara is our General, Percy. If she's willing, you may ask her what her new rank entails, after we're done talking."

Never before had I been above Percy, I'm usually the one pushed out of the room. Things are about to be very different from what we're both used to.

Ara wakes up to people arguing on deck and she just had the worst talk of her life with Aphrodite. She has no time to process any of this, so she leaves her cabin and goes to the deck to see what's the commotion.

"Impossible!" Someone's yelling."Lay down your weapons and surrender! Leave my city immediately!"

"Which is it?" Leo taunts the stranger. "Surrender, or leave?"

"Both! Surrender, then leave. I am slapping your face for asking such a stupid question, you ridiculous boy! Do you feel that?"

"Wow," the boy continues. "You're wound up pretty tight. You got any gears in there that need loosening? I could take a look." Someone gets hit and Leo hisses. 

Ara walks into the scene, still too drowsy to understand. "What's going on?"

Annabeth turns to her. "Strategus, this is the guardian of New Rome."

When her friend moves to the side, Ara realizes they've been talking to a statue. She has 1.5 seconds to accept this and nods at the bust. "You must be Terminus. I'm—"

"The Praetor's little sister," the statue isn't as rude when he talks to her. "The daughter of Olympus."

Ara frowns. "Did you just call my brother a Praetor?"

"Leo, stop the ship," Annabeth orders unexpectedly.

"What?"

She's looking over the railing. "You heard me. Keep us right where we are." 

Leo looks at Ara for permission and she nods. They stop midway down, and Annabeth turns to the statue. 

"Terminus, there's no rule against hovering over New Rome, is there?"

"Well, no..."

"We can keep the ship aloft," Annabeth explains. "We'll use a rope ladder to reach the forum. That way, the ship won't be on Roman soil. Not technically."

"Okay," Ara pipes in. "That's a safe middle ground for all of us. Terminus?"

"I like technicalities," he hums. "Still..."

"All our weapons will stay aboard the ship," Annabeth continues. "I assume the Romans—even those reinforcements marching toward us—will also have to honor your rules inside the Pomerian Line if you tell them to?"

"Of course! Do I look like I tolerate rule breakers?"

"Uh, girls..." Leo wavers. "You sure this is a good idea?"

Annabeth's face is telling her that no, she doesn't think this is a good idea and probably the rest can tell that too, so Ara steps in. 

"If anything happens, we'll handle it like civilized people—and god."

"I suppose," the statue raises a brow. "For now. You may climb down your ladder to New Rome, Strategus. Please try not to destroy my town."

"Wouldn't dream of it," she places her compass on the god's platter.

Chiron guides me across the strawberry fields. Lily and Nico follow us from a distance. 

"Are they you're official guard?" The centaur asks bemusedly.

"Lily's my second in command. Nico is just following Lily, but he doesn't support my decision, not entirely."

Chiron glances at them and then eyes me with uncertainty. "You're the first child of Olympus in this camp, I don't know what kind of responsibilities you'll have here, but I know what must be done at once."

"I'm listening."

"You'll remove your stuff from Cabin Ten and take them to the Big House before dinner."

"Oh. That means I won't eat with my siblings either?"

"You're the caretaker of camp now," he explains. "You'll sit with Mr. D and I."

"But I... I was supposed to be Cabin Ten's counselor," I continue hesitantly. "What about that?"

"The position goes to the person next in line. You're the caretaker of all the campers," he repeats patiently.

"What about my lessons? And the chores?"

"At the risk of hurting your friends' feelings," he makes a face, "that's beneath you. Now you watch over the barriers, the campers, and our oracle. That, and any quest the gods may give you. Could be a trip to pick up Zeus's suits from the dry cleaner, could be leading a war."

"But I'll still live with Percy and my parents, right?"

"If you want," he looks at me. "But it's not ideal, Ara."

I glance back at Lily, it'd be fun to be with her, but I would miss Percy and my parents. "I think I'll try New York if it's all the same to you."

"It's not. You're a priority, and must train twice as hard as everyone else."

"I already do that..." I mumble.

"What your friends taught you makes you a skillful demigod, but they didn't prepare you for bigger threats. That's my job."

I'm not going to contradict Chiron, he knows better than me. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Are you happy for me?" I shake my head. "No, scratch that, I know you're not. What I mean is... there's gotta be an upside to this, right?"

He ponders my question, circling back to the Big House. "What do you expect to get?"

"Nothing," I reply. "I'm half-hoping my friends will be left alone, that's it."

"What about you?"

I smile. "I'm just getting started."

"You might get tired faster this way."

"There's only one way to find out," I shrug. "When I was little, I didn't know what to do with my time, but I always enjoyed helping my friends. I think it's my calling."

Chiron looks at me funny when I say that, but he doesn't question me. Lily and Nico are waiting for me near the end of the fields, and the centaur stops right before we reach them.

"Meet me at Apollo's cabin after you move. They'll need your help there, some of our campers will arrive in shrouds."

I get an unpleasant feeling at the thought, but being a General means I have to look after my army... and give them a proper farewell too.

Ara's wearing her cloak, and before leaving the ship she glimpsed into her dino bag and found her laurel crown in there. Lily must've packed it for her, but she doesn't know if it was to upset her or not. Ara has opted to hang it on her belt. She'd feel stupid wearing it, like a kid showing off, although she's feeling like a freak either way. 

The Roman crowd points fingers and whispers when she walks past them. The statue mentioned Percy was a praetor now, if her brother's in charge, maybe they're looking forward to meeting her...

When she reaches the end of the road, she spots a girl with a purple cape just like hers. Ara's not impressed by the stranger, but surprised, because she recognizes her. 

"It's you!"

Reyna's brows knit together. "Do I know you?"

Ara chuckles. "It's okay if you don't remember me," she offers to shake the praetor's hand. "You taught me how to do boxer braids!"

Reyna steps back, eyes widening. "You? But... Percy said you're his sister!" The girl exclaims, now with a bit of outrage. "You told me you didn't have a family!"

"Percy's mom adopted me the summer I met you," Ara grins.

"You've changed," Reyna's in distress, but Ara doesn't have time to ask why, because Percy decides to show up then.

He's acting like this is a party and he just happened to get there earlier than them. Ara's insides decompress when she sees him, but she barely manages to open her mouth when Annabeth rushes past and kisses him in front of everyone.

Ara diverts her gaze when the scarlet flash goes off. Without warning, Annabeth throws Percy to the ground and whispers something through gritted teeth. Percy laughs while Annabeth is still choking him.

"That's normal," Ara informs Reyna with a smile, "don't worry, Annabeth won't attack anyone else."

Jason clears his throat. "It's good to be back." He introduces everyone but leaves Ara to the very end. "This is our Strategus, Ara Jackson. I think you know her?"

"The daughter of Olympus," Reyna eyes her, serious and calculating. "The leader of all mortal armies."

Ara fixes her posture to look confident and excited. "Yes. I'm here to be your Praetor adjacent."

The people around them make noises of contempt that both, Reyna and Ara ignore. Reyna holds out her hand, and Ara shakes it. 

"Welcome to New Rome, General. Centurions!" The girl raises her voice. "Tell the legion to stand down. Dakota, alert the spirits in the kitchen. Tell them to prepare a welcome feast. And, Octavian—"

"You're letting these intruders into the camp?" A boy that looks like a terminally-ill version of Luke interrupts her. "Reyna, the security risks—"

"We're not taking them to the camp, Octavian," Reyna drops Ara's hand, but the girl still senses a wave of dislike from her as she talks to Octavian. "We'll eat here, in the forum."

"Oh, much better," he replies sarcastically. "You want us to relax in the shadow of their warship."

"Our warship is as harmless..." Ara glances at the plushies hanging from his belt. "As a teddy bear, if it's left alone. The ship was made to protect us from the threats outside your borders, that's all."

"These are our guests." Reyna nods in agreement. "We will welcome them, and we will talk to them. As Augur, you should burn an offering to thank the gods for bringing Jason back to us safely and for bringing a child of Olympus to make us stronger."

"Good idea," Percy adds. "Go burn your bears, Octavian."

Reyna gestures at the blond guy before walking away. "You have my orders. Go."

The girl starts to walk in the direction of a building, but Ara stays behind and approaches her brother and Annabeth. As the crowd disperses, Percy holds Annabeth's hand and squeezes it.

"Don't worry about Octavian. Most of the Romans are good people—like Frank and Hazel here, and Reyna. We'll be fine."

Ara looks at the kids Percy is pointing at: they're the demigods of her dreams. She steps forward, the speech she's rehearsed about a thousand times spilling out faster than she can make sense of it. 

"Percy, it's been so long, and I know—"

The boy pulls Ara in a bear hug. He's taller and stronger than he used to be, his skin looks darker thanks to the weeks spent under the sun, and his hair is longer as well, it's like a whole cooler version of Percy, which makes her feel a bit of a dork. 

He kisses the top of her head. "You got bangs now! They make you look like a middle schooler, that's funny."

Ara's a little annoyed that he's talking and treating her this way in front of others. "Yeah..." 

She holds him by the shoulders to take a proper look. Ara spots the SPQR tattoo on his forearm, identical to Jason's except for the trident. She can't help feeling the Romans marked him like cattle, and she dislikes that, so she focuses on the purple cloak around his shoulders instead.

"Praetor?" Ara raises a brow. "You just can't let me have one thing..."

He laughs. "I'm sorry, Birdy. I tried to suck, but they loved me right away."

Ara's been called Birdy all this time, but it was Percy who came up with the nickname in the first place, so hearing it from him hits differently after all these months of not hearing his voice. The girl cups his face and beams. "I missed you tons, you jerk."

Percy playfully flicks her nose and then goes back to Annabeth, holding her hand as he starts walking. "C'mon, I wanna show you around..."

Ara sees them holding hands while glowing scarlet and remembers they're not done with the introductions yet. "Wait! There's someone I want you to meet—"

"Later," he says distractedly. "Come, they've got an elephant and—"

"Percy," she presses. "This can't wait."

Her brother seems a little confused but smiles anyway. "Alright. Who is it?"

Ara looks over her shoulder and smiles at Leo a few feet away, he'd stayed behind waiting for her. She encourages him to approach, and when he does, she holds his hand. "Leo, this is my brother Percy. Percy, this is Leo Valdez, my boyfriend."

Percy's smile fades, and so does the joy in his eyes.

"Hi, man!" Leo grins, which only makes him look even more dangerous from Percy's point of view. He reminds him of the Stolls. "Ara was worried sick about you for months, I'm glad you're okay."

The older boy stares at Leo, which is not great because he doesn't have a gentle gaze. He looks downright murderous, and Leo tries very hard to act like he isn't scared shitless.

"Boyfriend?" Percy turns to Annabeth, his voice full of concern.

Annabeth holds back a smile. "I'll explain. Ara, you two go ahead, Reyna's waiting for you."

Ara doesn't argue, now that the worst has passed she wants some alone time with Leo to tell him about what Aphrodite told her.

She looks at her brother with what she hopes is a confident smile. "I'm really happy you're back, Nemo."

Something about the way he keeps looking at Leo makes Ara feel like he knows something she doesn't. Right now, however, she's got more important things to figure out.

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Buried Alive - Outlived Family - "Not growing old was fun at first, but then everyone around me started dying."

Hi! Hello! We're here, Late To The Event. Technically, we have plans for all these days! We only remembered this event was ongoing halfway through the week, and by then... well, you know how it is. Technically, this isn't fully compliant with the prompt, but it's close enough that we figure it counts, since outliving his entire family was actually slightly less impactful than outliving his husband for our boy.

Fic below the cut, and @species-whump-weekly we sincerely hope this isn't too late to count.

You have been asleep for long enough that you aren't even sure if he'll still be alive.

His swarm finds you before you find them.

Marina gasps when she sees you. She's years older, now - wings worn at the edges, shell thin and flimsy, aged far beyond the young butterfly you saw her as last.

She looks older than you ever have been. She looks older than you suspect you ever will be.

Her father, your friend – your paramour, your years-long companion – isn’t with her. You fear, for a moment, you’ve stumbled upon them too late. You nearly cringe away from the migration them and there, fearful of discovering yet another thing that’s slipped away while you hibernated.

But you don’t have the heart to walk away.

He’s been waiting for you.

He is old, and frail, and dying. You can taste the creeping end in his veins from the moment you step foot into the tent. His shell is pitted with age, now, cracked and chinked in places, brittle enough that you fear taking his hand will hurt him. Time has weathered him, his wings transparent and paper-thin around him, and you… you stay the same, looking just as young as the day you first met him on the stolen life of those who unearthed your grave.

“I knew you’d come back,” he tells you. “You wouldn’t die that easily.”

You hold his frail, trembling claw in both of yours. You aren’t sure how he can say that so confidently. He has always had more faith in you than you have in yourself.

He invites you to drain him.

You hesitate, at first. Every instinct you have picked up over your long, long life is screaming for you to run. To survive, to keep your secret- he knows, and it's against everything you've ever learned to remain, to let him speak, to not preserve your life-

He knows. But maybe he's known for a long, long time.

You take his offer. You take his life.

You know what it is that killed him the moment you bite. The magic of the wastes, the low hum that seeps into your bones, the constant background noise that sometimes threatens to tear you apart - it gathers within him, down to the deepest parts of his shell. There are lumps of flesh in his heart, his lungs, full of the same mind-jarring, skull-shattering buzz.

He has the wasteland sickness.

You think that, perhaps, he has had the wasteland sickness for a long time.

You drain him until he is dry, until every last flicker of the wasteland sickness is gone from his body, until he is stiff and his flesh holds the texture of jerky, and you let your fangs linger on his shrivelled veins until you can't bear to remain anymore.

You are sick, the next day.

And the day after that, and the day after that.

The buzz is in your bones, now - too close, too loud, rattling through your shell like a twisted beast. You have the wasteland sickness, stolen from his dying body, and it is trying to take you the way it took him.

You do not die.

You don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, anymore.

It is energy. It is vitality, the buzzing, throbbing pulse beyond the heart of a beast on a scale you cannot comprehend.

It is life force, and you can stomach it just the same.

A week passes. Two weeks. The symptoms slow, as you digest it. It becomes your life, your energy, it bends to keep you alive, it becomes you, while you lie weak and dizzy and throwing up blood.

It becomes you. You become it, in turn.

It is the last pulse of your husband, and you refuse to waste it.

You stumble out of the tent two weeks later, exhausted and bearing injuries you cannot see with your naked eyes. You are tired, and hurt, and you have burnt through most of the life you had, but you are alive.

His body is still waiting for you.

[tsukuyomii45]

Drowning you in ObiKonan. Describe a situation in which they'd have hate sex. Any AU.

YES. Keep showering me with ObiKonan, I really love your asks <333 I often think that their relationship is generally built on hate sex. XD I have 3 scenarios in mind from 3 different AUs - canon, post-war, and modern. :3

Long post ahead!

!!! NSFW - NO MINORS !!!

Scenario 1: Canon AU

(Note: This is inspired by the fanfic "Fire and Paper" by lavender_lightning, the only ObiKonan fanfic that made me fall in love with this ship)

In this AU, Obito and Konan would've already have been getting closer to one another, but their relationship is rather complicated because they're both holding onto this guilt where they think they shouldn't pursue someone else and it feels like a betrayal to their old love, and Obito fears that the closer he is getting to Konan, the more distracted he'll be from fulfilling his goals, so he starts pushing her away despite being so drawn to her, which hurts Konan because she's far too into him, but she cannot stand the way he's so unpredictable, so she keeps her distance. The two of them have not fully faced their feelings yet, but they both know that they're in lust with each other, if not in love.

Until Obito starts to notice how protective she is over Nagato, and how closer they are together - closer to Nagato than she is to him. He realizes that she doesn't ease around him like she does with the red-head, or rather with the Deva Path who is technically Yahiko's body.

Jealousy grips onto him the more his keen eyes observe her demeanor around the Deva Path - the longing look in her eyes, the light, free smile, how her posture relaxes around him.. and it just fuels Obito with bitterness and rage. So one night - where there is not a single hiss heard in the hallway of the Akatsuki HQ, Konan would be making her way to her room, where she finds Obito waiting for her in the dark, standing by the corner with his Sharingan glowing behind the hole of his orange mask. This startles Konan who angrily asks what he's doing here.

He takes off his mask and approaches her softly, sinisterly; and fiddles with a lock of her hair as he sarcastically says, "Someone's happy to see me." As soon as Konan turns away from him and backs up, Obito's demeanor changes, and every sense of amusement drops. Konan would then ask, "What do you want?" and this triggers Obito to swiftly move and roughly push Konan against the wall. He cages her in by pressing his hand against the wall, while he softly brushes his thumb over her plump lips, taking in the look of shock and confusion on her face.

"So that's how it is, huh? You get awfully cozy with the redhead for a little while and now you can't even stand to see me."

"What I do is none of your business." Konan spat icily as she glared up at him.

Obito would then quirk a brow, smirking at her with a light tilt of his head as he provokes her further, saying, "Who do you prefer more? Your little redheaded friend who has one foot in the grave, or that orange-haired corpse that you seem to linger around like a moth to a flame?" As Konan grows more agitated, Obito continues, "Tell me Konan, have you been fucking him? Hm? Did you let him touch you the way I do?"

Konan would ragefully curse and punch him hard, not caring that she actually laid a hand on her leader - who could potentially kill her for that. She would tell him that he made it awfully clear that he doesn't care for her and she will not bother with someone who only comes to her when it's convenient for him. She'd then pull up a kunai to his throat, and Obito remains unfazed as he glances at the blade when she drew a little blood, then back into her eyes with a smirk. He dares her to do it, and Konan's hand starts to tremble. Unshed tears well up and she grits her teeth, because as she is facing him, staring into his magnetic, crimson gaze, her feelings and thoughts just get so loud - she doesn't want to kill him. She just fucking wants him.

"I hate you...!" she hisses out, and Obito would then slap her hand away, as soon as the kunai clattered onto the floor, Obito would grab the back of her head and crash his lips with hers. Konan would grip onto him, her lips opening so she can allow his tongue to tangle with hers. Their kiss grows heated, and Konan would roughly bite at his lower lip, slightly drawing blood as they would start ripping off each other's clothes - their Akatsuki cloaks would tumble onto the floor; then Obito's tight-fitted shirt would follow along with his pants, while Obito roughly unzips her top and doesn't even bother removing it all the way (inner sideboobs ftw), and he'd simply pull her pants and rip off her underwear, then lift up her legs to wrap it around his waist, and presses her further against the wall.

He'd latch onto her neck, sucking at her skin before flicking it over with his tongue, drawing soft gasps out of her throat as he purposely leaving trails of his marks as he travels lower and lower, and as soon as his mouth wraps around her nipple, Konan would let out a loud moan as she throws her head back and tangles her hand in his hair, pressing him further into her luscious breasts as Obito gropes and fondles the other. When Konan attempts to cover her mouth in fear that someone could hear her - or rather, in fear that Nagato might hear her, Obito would temporarily pause his ministrations to pin her wrists above her head and as he glares into her eyes, "Don't you fucking dare think about another man while you're with me - especially him."

No longer holding back, he sensually sinks into her and wraps his hand around her neck, choking her while locking his gaze with her copper eyes. He roughly pounds into her against the wall, saying, "You're fucking mine, and I want the world to know that. I want him to hear that you belong to me - and only me, do you understand? You're mine."

~~

Scenario 2: Post-War AU

This one is a little angsty, and there is a slight similarity to scenario 1. Also, important note: In every post-war AU, Obito is always the white-haired DILF that we know and love. :3

This also happens waaay after Konan forgives Obito and the two start bonding and developing feelings for each other.

Obito would be the first to realize that he is actually in love with her, and this scared the shit out of him. Given that he managed to stay alive after everything, he promised himself that he would never approach anything that has to do with love and would live a humble life as a remaining survivor of the Uchiha clan where he can protect and support the village from the shadows, standing by Kakashi, Naruto, and even Sasuke's side.

But then there is Konan... who, like him, had been granted a second chance at life. And just like him, she has no one - no friends, no family - she stood alone in a village that held resentment towards her for being associated with the Akatsuki, the organization that threatened the world under his rule. As he spent time with her, he witnessed her growth and resilience in the face of her sorrow and loneliness. Her ability to forgive him for his past transgressions, and her willingness to open her heart to him and show him kindness managed to release him from his own profound sense of loneliness...

He couldn't help but find himself growing addicted to her presence, and the next thing he knew, she was all that plagued his mind. He thought about her everyday, wondered what she was doing, he saw her everywhere he went, even in his dreams. He could see that she enjoyed keeping him company, she enjoyed getting to know him more as Obito Uchiha, wanting to grow closer to the man that hid behind the mask of another identity. He could see that she thinks about him too with the little things she does for him. As soon as he realized that his feelings were evolving beyond a mere attraction, an overwhelming sense of fear tightened its grip on him, and he instinctively resorted into what he knew best: shut down his emotions and walk away.

He would stop visiting Konan. He keeps himself busy with missions. He would cut their conversations short and avoid her. He'd treat her professionally instead of his gentle, casual self, and this ultimately hurts Konan because she is reminded of the man that she detests, and she then switches into her aloof and cold demeanor, not allowing him to miss the flash of anger in her eyes as she separates from him.

Obito thinks that it's better this way - that it's easier this way - despite the pain he felt in his chest when she decided to distance herself from him. But this separation starts to chip away at his sanity and his self-loathing starts to creep up and take over him, making him realize that her presence was a ray of hope that he could be a better person, and her not being around him just ultimately made him self-implode because he still hates himself for everything he's done in the past.

After a long while of not seeing Konan, or hearing her voice, Obito approaches her home one night. She's surprised to see him, and as she reluctantly opens the door to let him in, Obito roughly barges inside, shocking her as she watches him pace around nervously.

He'd run his hand over his hair, mumbling, "I can't...I just can't do this..."

Konan would be confused, and says that she doesn't know what he's talking about. Obito's anger then flares, and he raises his voice at her, demanding her to not play dumb, then throws in her face that he noticed the way she lingers around him because she yearns for a man in her life - and tells her that he just cannot be that man for her.

This riles up Konan, who glares at him and spits out, "I never asked you for anything - and I don't even want anything from you!"

Obito goes on to say, "That's not true and you know it. I am no fool, Konan. I'm a master in deciphering my adversaries; I can read every move and every thought they make and that's how I've survived. I've seen the way you look at me, and I cannot fucking take it anymore!"

Konan's hands clenched into fists, and her body trembles as her own anger starts to surge. Her voice quivers she screams at him, "Then leave! If that's how you truly feel, then leave me be! I don't need someone who would toy with my heart and emotions! You've done that enough! I don't want to see you--"

"Don't you get it?! I fucking can't live without you!" Obito's scream echoes through the room, leaving Konan frozen in her place.

Obito then frantically moves closer to her, and cups her face with his trembling hands as he locks his gaze with hers, and his Sharingan would spin into life as an emotional response. His voice is desparate and raw as he pours out his feelings, "Every time I'm near you, I just feel so alive. You make me want to live. And every time I'm far away from you, I lose my fucking mind! I can't stand it it anymore, Konan!"

Konan's tears would slowly flow down her cheeks, and her hands would then grip at the front of his kimono. "I loathe you..."

No longer needing to say anything else, Obito immediately bends his head down and locks her lips with his, and roughly tangle his hand in her hair. His arm would wrap around her waist to draw her closer to him, and Konan would tug at his kimono as she parts her lips for him so that his tongue can enter her mouth. In a frenzy, Obito then lifts her up so he can carry her to the bedroom, his lips never leaving hers as they land on the bed with him on top of her. Konan briefly breaks their kiss so she could unfasten his kimono and peel it off of his muscular body, allowing her soft hands to feel him up while Obito impatiently takes off her clothes until she's only in her underwear. He seals his lips once more as he lowers her underwear down to her ankles, and Konan kicks it off as Obito presses himself against her.

He'd then trail hot kisses over her neck, collarbone, and her soft, delicious breasts as he dips his fingers inside her while rubbing her clit with his thumb. Konan would arch her back and loud moans would tumble out of her as she begs for more. He spreads her legs further and gropes her breast as he fingers her, watching her writhe and cling onto the sheets as white hot pleasure courses through her body.

He doesn't allow her to cum though, instead, Obito would take out his fingers and bring them to his lips, where he licks her juices off as he stares down at her. "Beautiful," he says smugly, and Konan would then grab him and look at him in the eyes as she demands, "Shut up and fuck me." Obito would then lean forward, give her breasts a teasing suck and lick, before telling her, "I don't need to be told twice." He'd then lean over her, caging her with his hands pressed on the bed, then positions himself and enters her, hissing out a "Fuck...!" as he feels her clench around him. As he fucks her, he demands her to moan for him, and he showers her with praises, telling her how good she feels and how hot and beautiful she is.

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Scenario 3: Modern AU

This one is also a jealousy trope, continuing the modern AU FWB theme. xD Obito is a total cunt here, though. :3

In which Yahiko attempts to waltz back into Konan's life, and Konan starts to get confused and questions her relationship with Obito, whom she isn't sure if he wants to be more with her or just wants to stick to a sexual relationship with her.

One day, Obito was driving to Konan's place, and as he approaches her building, he sees Yahiko and Konan standing together by the entrance, with Yahiko holding her face yet their expressions are hidden from his view. He then gets shocked when they enter the building together, and an unusual, sudden pang of jealousy surges in him, gnawing at his insides as he watches them closely, and he takes a picture of them, resolving that he needs to teach Konan a certain lesson.

And so, Obito begins to scheme. Since he works with Yahiko in their corporate jobs at the company, Obito decides to take a few documents that Yahiko would need and bring it to his home. This would prompt Yahiko to call Obito and ask him about those documents - to which Obito says that he took it with him and they're at his place because he needed to review them. He tells Yahiko that he doesn't mind having him stop by to take them. And so, they decide a time and day for Yahiko to come by.

The day comes, and Obito phones up Konan earlier in the day, and he demands that he sees her. Konan comes over, and Obito calls her to come over into his study, where he's leaning back on his chair with his cheek resting on his knuckles and his legs crossed.

Konan questions why he's acting so weird, and Obito merely raises a brow at her and asks, "So, how was he?"

"What...?" Konan blinks at the abrupt question.

"How was he?" Obito repeats, provoking a glare from Konan who grows frustrated with his enigmatic demeanor.

"What the hell are you talking about, Obito? Stop playing games." She demands, and Obito merely lets out a chuckle and stands up from his seat and then holds up his phone to show her the picture he snapped of her and Yahiko. "Ring a bell?"

Konan gasps and tries to grab the phone from his hand, and she yells and curses at him, telling him that he had no rights to take a non-consensual photograph of her or to even follow her. Obito tells her he wasn't even following her, but rather, he was driving by and he saw them together, which surprised him.

He then regards her coldly and says, "Answer me, Konan. Are you getting back together with him?"

Konan, who is taken aback by the question, responds with, "Where is this coming from?! Why are you acting this way?!"

"Answer me."

"I don't need to tell you anything," Konan retorts angrily, and then she'd attempt to grab his phone from him, but Obito is much faster as he twists her arms and turns her around to have her back arched against his chest, allowing him to lean over and sinisterly whisper into her ear.

"Did you let him touch you? Hm?" Konan would be struggling against him, and Obito would tighten his grip on her as he says, "I'm not going to bother with you if you think you can fuck around with two men. It's either him or me, Konan."

Konan would then sarcastically taunt him by saying, "It's not like you've shown me that you wanted more than what we have."

Obito would then reply, "You don't know that." He then turns her around and roughly bends her over his desk. He leans over her and runs his hand up the arc of her hips, the curves of her waist, then he fully cups her breasts as he then asks, "Did he touch you like this?" He then moves one hand lower and dips it into her waistband, and smirks when he feels her wetness. "Oh, you're wet already," He then gently wraps his hand around her neck and draws her to face him as he dips a digit inside her. "Tell me, Konan, do you think about him when I fuck you?"

Konan would breathe out, "No..." and Obito would dip a second finger as he says, "I didn't catch that. Say it again."

"No, no I don't..!" Konan says, gasping as she rocks against his fingers, and Obito would then let her go and push her down against the desk again. "Good girl, but you know I can't let this go just yet."

He'd impatiently pull down her underwear, and as he rips off her top, her breasts would bounce out and he'd roughly grab onto them again, and then spread her and tease her entrance with his cock, and tells her that he'll ensure she knows who she truly belongs to, and Konan would be begging him to just fuck her already because she just cannot stand it, and he grabs onto her hips and starts pounding into her, spanking her and grabbing at her hair, biting the juncture of her neck and shoulder and telling her that no man but him is allowed to touch her.

After they both cum, Obito pulls at her hair to make her face him, and tells her that he's not done with her.

Eventually, Yahiko would make it to his house, and he phones Obito. In that moment, Konan would be giving Obito head, and Obito tells Yahiko that the door is opened and that he'll find the documents on the table outside of his study.

As Yahiko moves inside the house to find those documents, he realizes that the door of the study is slightly opened and he could hear familiar moans coming from there, prompting Yahiko to peek in only to see Konan riding Obito on his chair, and Obito would be gripping at her hips, sensually moving with her as he meets Yahiko's gaze at the door and smirks at him with an arrogant satisfaction.

~~

Phew! This was so long yet so fun to write!

Which one did you like the most? :3

[princessconsuela120]

Chapter One: Summer —✰

Series Masterlist

Chapter Art by @clownfacepancakes120

Chapter Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of war, maybe cursing…?

Author’s note: and she’s here! Constance’s big debut!! I hope you all enjoy, and lookout for new content coming soon!!

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Summer had ended as quickly as it began, before they knew it Connie and Sebastian were leaving the Sallow home in Feldcroft to spend the rest of the summer with the Weasley family. The Weasley family burrow was much more comfy and spacious as anything Sebastian or Connie were used to. It was all sort of intimidating. Especially for Sebastian who had been stressing questions about his uncle as the school year drew closer.

He knew it was inevitable; people would talk. Soon enough after Solomonms death, almost all of Feldcroft were discussing what could have happened to the man. It was only a matter of time before word spread to the rest of the world. No one knew the truth of what happened in that mine, no one except Sebastian and Connie. And Anne of course, but she didn’t have the heart to tell anyone. Sebastian was sure Anne had told Ominis about everything, he had been more distant than usual. At this point in his life, it was true that Constance Larkspur was his one and only safe haven.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Connie asked softly, causing Sebastian’s head to jerk over to her. He smiled softly at her, shaking himself out of his dreadful day dream.

“Just, thinking.” He responded, making Connie scoff slightly.

“Yeah, no duh.” She teased, making him chuckle slightly. It had been a common occurrence over Summer break for Sebastian to space out. Mostly, Connie would find, the Slytherin boy would be using these daydreams to replay the events of that night in his mind. She would be lying if she said she didn’t worry for him.

“About?”

He didn’t answer her, just continued to stare ahead. A small frown tugged at his lips and Connie couldn’t help but feel her heart ache at the sight.

“Hey. It’s over. You’re okay now, yeah?” She reassured. He didn’t say anything, just looked up at her and nodded. She knew there was nothing she could say to heal his pain. But she was damn sure gonna try.

“Yeah.. yeah I know.” Sebastian just shook it off, nodding as he walked ahead. Connie sighed to herself, jogging slightly to catch back up with the boy.

The two had been making a quick detour to Hogsmead, which was only a few miles from the Pitt-Upon-Ford Hamlet where the Weasley family was located. They weren’t going for their normal reason however, though they were sure to stop in Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer. But their reasoning for visiting the lovely village was actually for a much more gloomy reason.

Constance had been stressing as well about starting this school year. Not only due to the fear that surrounded the place, the memories of her gruesome defeat against Ranrok. But also because this was her first year starting Hogwarts without Professor Fig. Given it was only technically her second year at Hogwarts, it was still a troubling thought, to begin school without him. So she and Sebastian both agreed that before they arrived at the Weasley’s they would first make a small pit stop, to help ease the ache in Constance’s heart.

“Morning Professor,” Constance said softly, gently placing a single rose beside Professor Fig’s gravestone. It lay in the graveyard just outside of Hogsmead, beside his wife. His grave was littered with flowers and small gifts, likely from other students and professors. His stone read ‘Eleazar Fig 19 -19. Beloved teacher and colleague. Devoted his life to his students and to Hogwarts.’ It was a bittersweet title for Connie to read. There was no doubt in her mind Professor Fig had devoted the past year to her, and to the better of Hogwarts. She knew deep down there was no way she would have been able to do any of the saving she had done without him. He had saved her. If she was being honest, she had sort of felt like it was her fault he was dead.

“I know you’re in a better place, with Mariam.” She took a deep breath, stepping back slightly. Her back was now pressed against Sebastian’s front, but he didn’t mind. Instead, he grabbed her hand, and gave a light squeeze. “I miss you though. I know Hogwarts won’t be the same without you.” She felt a small tear trickle lightly down her cheek, catching itself in the fabric of her sweater. “I know that I’m safer there now, now that Rankrok’s gone. I can’t help but shake the feeling that something is awaiting me this year, something better than the fate I had endured before. I know that you didn’t want me to obtain the dark magic the keepers had warned me about. I know I’ve disappointed you. I’m sorry. But I truly believe that this magic I yield can be for good.” She felt Sebastian squeeze her hand at the mention of the ancient magic, the magic he had told her to peruse. “I promise that I would never follow the path Isadora had followed. Thanks to you, I see the dangers of it all now.” She knelt down, placing a hand on his grave. “I hope to see your painting at Hogwarts, I received an owl from Professor Weasley that your portrait is awaiting me there. Although our colorful headmaster refuses to hang it anywhere in the castle, I believe I have the perfect spot for you to keep up to date with anything new at school.” She explained, taking Sebastian’s hand to help her stand back up.

“You ready?” He asked, earning a nod from the girl, as she wiped a few stray tears on her sleeve. Sebastian offered his arm to her, which she happily placed her hand in the nook of his elbow. She didn’t mention Solomon. She wanted to, knowing Sebastian needed to be able to grieve for his uncle. Even if the travel to the cemetery was for Professor Fig, both teenagers were aware that Solomon Sallow was also buried in the same location. But she didn’t bring him up, didn’t ask if Sebastian wanted to visit his grave as well, they just continued their walking. It was one of those silent things that they both understood but neither dare spoke a word about it. So alas, they continued their walk to the Burrow.

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“Is it always this crazy here?” Constance called out, yelling over the sounds of children’s laughter and screaming, the four of them entering into the chaos of the Weasley burrow. Griffin and Opehlia both chuckled, having been used to the mess in front of them.

“There’s five of us, what do you expect?" Griffing asked in a teasing manner, pushing his way through the chaos. Besides the twins, the Weasley family consisted of three younger kids, none of which had yet attended hogwarts. There was the oldest, Owen, who was ten years of age, almost ready to attend school. He sported the famous Weasley ginger hair and freckles, his eyes a deep green. Then there was Beatrice, the third oldest after the twins and Owen. She had the same hair and eyes, and the same sprinkled freckles across her cheeks. And lastly was Dorian, the youngest and purest of them all. Unlike the rest, his eyes were a deep green, similar to Ophelia’s. They all came together to create a chaotic scene, shouting at each other as they ran around the house wrecking havoc. It brought a smile to Constance’s face, one that felt like knowing that goodness exists. One that felt like maybe one day she could have a home like this.

“Not a zoo that’s for sure.” Sebastian teased, earning an eyeroll from Ophelia as she slung her trunk onto the table.

“Just make yourselves at home. Mum should be home shortly.” She explained, smiling at the couple before running after her younger siblings. Constance could sense Sebastina nerves by the way he stood, swaying slightly from side to side as he grabbed onto her hand.

“Great, more people to introduce myself too.” He whispered to her, making her frown at him as she sighed. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, sending him a soft smile as his shoulders relaxed.

“Hey, it's Ophelia and Griffin’s family, if they're anything like them you’ll be just fine.”

“Alright, yeah. Just don’t leave my side.” He pleaded, earning a look from Constance as she squeezed his hand.

“Where else would I be?” She said softly, making Sebastian nod at her, his nerves slowly fading at the touch of her hand.

“Excuse me mister?” Beatrice asked, standing in front of Constance and Sebasdtian with a pure smile.

“Me?” Sebastian asked, pointing to himself questioningly as the little girl nodded.

“Mhmm.”

“Con, what do I do?” Sebastian whispered to Connie, feeling his hands sweat at the thought of conversing with a child. Connie couldn't help but laugh at him, feeling soft at the fear he felt.

“Go on, she won't bite.” she reassured, making Sebastian take in a deep breath before kneeling down to her level.

“How do you know that?” He asked teasingly, earning a slight shove as Constance pushed him closer to the girl.

“I like your green tie mister.” She said quietly, squeezing the stuffed niffler she had in her arms. Sebastian smiled at her, fixing his tie with pride as he smirked back to Constance before looking back at Bea.

“Is that so? You know, green’s my favorite color.”

“Mine too.” Bea cheered, making Seb chuckle at her excitement. Constance could feel her heart swell at the sight.

“Really?” He turned back to Constance with a smirk. “We may just have another slytherin on our hands.” He teased, making Constance roll her eyes as Bea looked at him confused.

“I don't really know what a slytherine is, sir.” Sebastian and Constance chuckled at her mispronunciation, before Bea gasped and reached for Sebastians wand. He let her hold it as she stared at it in awe, practically drooling at the sight. “Mommy says one day I'll get to learn magic just like Griff and Ophie.” She explained making Sebastian smile as he took his wand back, doing a small spell to impress her. Soon, small fireworks erupted from his wand, making the young girl smile and clap.

“Yeah, well, magic is pretty neat if you ask me.”

“I love magic, I'm gonna be the greatest wizard of my time.” Beatrice explained, making Sebastian look back over at Constance as he stood up.

“We may have just found a mini you sebastian.” Constance teased, noticing the smug smirk on Sebastian's face as he joined her back at her side.

“I was just thinking the same Constance.”

They didn't have much time to talk to Bea more before Rosalind Weasley burst into the room with a giant feast floating behind her. She had been aware of Sebastian and Constances stay for the last week of summer, and was anticipating their arrival. It was nothing like Sebastian or Constance had ever seen before. There was an array of foods, from chicken legs to dinner rolls, and even fancy goblets to hold everyone's drinks. And it all floated perfectly into the table as Rosa released her wand, letting the table be made. She smiled at the group, hugging her children as they ran up to her.

“Mum’s home everyone!” She turned to Ophelia and Griffin, noticing their arrival with a smile. “Oh my twins, hello hello. And two unfamiliar faces. No don't tell me, Constance and Sebastian.”

“Right on the money Ma’am.” Sebastian said kindly, smiling at the older woman as she placed a hand softly on his shoulder.

“Oh please, call me Rosa. I’ve heard so much about you both.” She explained, making Sebastian raise an eyebrow at her.

“All good things i hope?” He said, masking her nod with a chuckle.

“Amazing things! Like how you both are at the top of your year! Congratulations!”

“Thank you Mrs Weas-Rosa.” Consdtance said, watching as Mrs Weasley pulled out a bag full of gifts. She began handing them out to everyone with a cheerful expression.

“I made you all gifts, everyone, take one pass it down.”

Constance carefully opened the packaging, smiling when she opened it. Inside was a yellow sweater with the letter c carefully stitched in the center. She looked around to see everyone with a similar sweater as they pulled the jumpers over their heads. It was an odd experience, receiving a gift, Constance had not gotten gifts from anyone really since her family split apart. Come to think of it, Constance didn't have much family experience at all.

“It's lovely Rosa, thank you.” She complimented kindly, pulling the jumper over her head as Mrs Weasley smiled at her.

“Of course sweetheart. Now everyone sit, it's time for dinner.”

They began dinner, everyone being asked different questions either about school, or their lives. Edmund Weasley, the twins' father had joined in as well. The meal was unlike anything Constance had ever experienced, maybe more food than they even have at Hogwarts. It was a nice feeling, getting to live in such a loved home. She could feel the joy just from sitting at the dinner table. But she could also tell just by looking at him, that Sebastian was thinking of Anne. He hasn't spoken to her since the war. Well, in all fairness, she hasn't spoken to him either. They were at a crossroads, and seeing a happy family only made Sebastian miss his own, even if it wasn't so happy anymore.

“So, you really saw Ranrok up close?” Owen asked, a look full of wonder occupying his face before Rosa gasped at his question. Constances entire body froze.

“Pardon?” She asked softly, nearly choking on her food as she looked at the younger boy.

“Owen honey, what did I say about questions? I'm sorry honey, he doesn't know.” Rosa said softly, turning to Constance who pressed her lips together nervously, before smiling to reassure the older woman.

“No, it's quite alright. Um, yes, I did see him up close. I fought him too.” she explained. And suddenly, she was back. She was infornt of ranrok, and she was losing. She nearly lost her life, and she could feel it,. All the pain, a;l the fear, all the heartache, it all came rushing back as she saw her friends surround her. It seemed as though she was trapped, here, trapped losing to ranrok forever. Trapped failing.

“Woah. What was it like?” Owen asked softly, making Constance sigh. What was it like? It was hell. It was war, nothing good can come from it.

“Excuse me one moment.” She pushed her chair out, leaving the house to go and pace outside, Sebastian following swiftly after her.

“Constance?” He called, searching for the blonde before he found her, pacing. He could feel the anxiety radiate off of her, standing in front of her to try and stop her pacing but it didn't work.

“Sorry, I just…remembering it was a lot.” She said with a sigh, finally stopping as Sebastian grabbed her cheeks. He frowned at her, making her mimic his expression.

“Do you need anything from me?” He asked softly, but she nodded.

“No, no this I have to face alone. Thank you, Seb.” He smiled at her, squeezing her hand gently.

“You’re alright now. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

She knew it was true, she knew he was gone. All the pain, all the stress, it was worth it, they had won. But now a much deeper darker war rooted inside her, one that she wasn't sure how to control, one that could take over her life if she wasn't careful. It was moments like these where Constance wondered what would have happened if she destroyed the repository, instead of taking its magic. She wondered what would be different, if anything at all could be. She wondered that alot, mostly when she was alone, and feeling the effects of it.