#i feel slightly less worried knowing for a fact that i am both a human person who wrote something and that i carefully edit most of my work

[craycraybluejay]

writing is torture but unfortunately i am a writer and will legitimately die if i do not do it

[wren-of-the-woods]

On Saviors and Solace

McCoy has to save the lives of his captain and first officer a few too many times. To his great surprise, Spock comes to see if he is all right.

2k of gen or pre-Spones, on AO3 here!

This is my @startrekwintergiftexchange gift for @rickybutlersays! Apologies for the belatedness -- my life has been hectic for the last few weeks and I wanted to make sure I was happy with this before sharing it.

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McCoy was burying himself in paperwork. 

If asked, of course, he would have said that he was doing very important work that could not be put off, thank you very much, and that he should be left the hell alone, but he was self-aware enough to know that he was really doing his very best to avoid thinking about anything. The last few weeks had been hard even for a starship whose crew were thoroughly accustomed to absurd and dangerous situations, and McCoy was feeling distinctly worn down. A few rounds of drinks with Scotty the day before had failed to improve his mood, so he was down to hoping that if he spent enough time doing paperwork, he would somehow trick his mind into a hard reset.

Given that he wanted to be left alone, he really should have known it was inevitable that he would be interrupted by Spock. 

The Vulcan waltzed into McCoy’s office with all of his characteristic efficiency and determination, and McCoy resisted the urge to groan. He knew telling Spock to leave would only delay the inevitable — once Spock decided he wanted to have a conversation, there was very little that could stop him. He turned to face Spock and raised a grumpy eyebrow in his direction. 

“What is it, Mister Spock?”

“Doctor,” said Spock, skipping pleasantries in favor of diving directly into the conversation as usual, “Over the past seventeen days, you have been placed in no less than three situations in which the lives of both of this ship’s highest-ranking officers have been in jeopardy. As the commanding medical officer, you—”

“I’ve saved your and Jim’s asses a few times lately, yeah.” McCoy glared at Spock. “What’s your point?” 

“Similar situations have been known to cause significant stress among humans. In fact—“

“Well, it’s not my fault my species doesn’t live up to your supreme Vulcan standards. Stop bothering me and go cry about it to someone else.” 

“I am not crying, nor am I attempting to bother you. I am merely—”

“It’s a figure of speech, you pointy-eared—”

“Doctor,” Spock said with that poorly-disguised irritation that McCoy so relished bringing out in him, “Would you allow me to finish speaking before you insist on passing judgment?”

McCoy subsided grumpily, resisting the urge to refuse simply to annoy Spock further. He knew his irritation was not entirely Spock’s fault and, reluctant as he was to acknowledge it, taking out all his anger on his fellow officer was neither fair to Spock nor helpful for the running of the ship. 

“Thank you,” said Spock, when it became clear that McCoy would remain silent. “Now, as you evidently do not wish to be disturbed, I will attempt to be brief. Are you experiencing an adequate state of mental and physical wellbeing?”

McCoy’s expression softened slightly, against his will. 

“Spock,” he said, “Are you checking on me?”

Spock frowned. “Yes, I am attempting to verify your wellbeing, or possibly lack thereof. Was this not clear?”

“I guess,” said McCoy, leaning back in his chair a little sheepishly. “It’s just surprising, is all.” 

Spock frowned slightly. “I see.”

Unsure what to make of that, McCoy ignored it. “I appreciate you feeling the need to check, but I’m not emotionally compromised, or whatever it is you’re worried about. I’m a doctor, not a fainting maiden. I know what I’m doing.”

“I was not concerned about you losing consciousness.”

McCoy rolled his eyes. “I know.”

“However, I find it doubtful that you are as completely unaffected by recent events as you are attempting to appear.”

McCoy resisted the urge to sigh. He should have known he could not shake Spock’s attention so easily. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“I would think, given your constant and unnecessary emphasis on emotionalism, that you would not suppress your own feelings in an unhelpful manner such as this.”

McCoy raised an eyebrow. “This isn’t the kind of thing a man wants to be bickered with about. Maybe I just haven’t shown my feelings to you.”

Spock raised his own eyebrow, undaunted. “The captain is also concerned for your wellbeing.”

“You’re talking about me with Jim now?”

“The wellbeing of a senior officer on this ship is of concern to both of us.”

“Oh, so you’re worried about my efficiency?” McCoy crossed his arms. “I told you, I know what I’m doing. I’m working just fine.”

“I never stated that efficiency was the cause of my concern.”

“Then what is?”

“Your psychological wellbeing.”

“You’re no therapist, Spock.”

“I do not need to be a professional to suspect that you have experienced significant fear and are likely still dealing with the effects of those emotions.”

McCoy remained obstinately silent. Spock said nothing more for a long moment, observing the doctor with a small frown.

“If you do not wish to discuss this matter with me, you may say so, and I will take my leave. I am sure that the captain—”

“No,” said McCoy, running a hand through his hair distractedly. As much as Spock insisted otherwise, he knew the Vulcan cared about the opinion other senior officers held of him, and he did not want to refuse his help without reason. “That’s not— I don’t— ugh.” He sighed/groaned and glared, perhaps a little halfheartedly, at Spock.

Spock said nothing, simply considering McCoy. Something about his silence, uncommon in their usual bickering and almost uncharacteristic, made him feel that he could not leave it at that.

“I was scared, all right? I was terrified. But I’m also a goddamn professional, and that means I’m not going to let a little terror get in the way of doing my job and saving your lives.”

Spock tilted his head slightly. “I am aware of that, doctor, but your job is done now. You can allow yourself to feel.”

“That’s rich, coming from you,” McCoy muttered.

“I have been reliably and repeatedly assured of how important you find it to acknowledge and respond to human emotion. If you are refraining from doing so, it represents a significant and likely negative departure from the norm.”

McCoy frowned at Spock. “Are you… worried about me?”

“If you insist on using such blatantly Terran terminology, then yes, that is more or less accurate.”

“Oh.”

“Do you find this offensive?”

“No, I… no. It’s fine.”

Spock nodded, looking vaguely satisfied. McCoy was not sure what to do with that. Slightly unnerved, he rallied himself for another attempt at their usual bickering. 

“Listen, I bet you haven’t had this conversation with Jim, so you don’t need to spend so much time harping on me. Just because I talk about feelings a lot doesn’t mean they debilitate me. I’m not an emotional invalid or whatever you’re thinking.” 

“I have.”

“What?”

“I have had this conversation with Jim.”

McCoy’s eyebrow raised almost without his permission. “You expect me to believe that you went up to the captain like this, unprompted, and asked about his feelings?”

“He initiated the conversation, but we discussed the concern we had felt for each other and the psychological consequences thereof together. It was also in this conversation that we discovered our mutual concern for you. As the interaction seemed to provide a great benefit to his mental state, but he will not have free time for approximately another four point three hours, I deemed it wise to come myself to initiate the conversation.”

“I see,” said McCoy, rather lamely. “So can I expect Jim to show up and have this conversation with me again in a few hours?”

“It is not unlikely.” 

“That’s good to know, I guess.”

Spock ignored the comment. “Do you finally believe that my reasons for asking after your wellbeing are genuine?”

McCoy considered this. He realized, a little surprised at himself, that he had indeed stopped suspecting Spock of any ulterior motive. “Yeah. I guess I do.”

“I am gratified.”

Awkward silence descended over the pair for a few moments. It was McCoy who eventually spoke with a sigh.

“I am glad you’re alive. And all right. You and Jim. I do think about what might have happened if I had failed. It’s not a pleasant thought.”

Spock put his hand on McCoy’s shoulder. McCoy was sure it was a move Spock had calculated to produce an optimal reaction in him, but he found that he appreciated it regardless. 

“You did not fail, nor do I think it likely that you would have done so.”

McCoy frowned. “You can’t deny that the odds were against us a couple of times. It could easily have gone wrong.”

“I have found, doctor, that you have a consistent and almost illogical propensity for succeeding in the face of overwhelming odds.”

McCoy blinked. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, feeling rather like a fish out of water. 

“I— oh. Thank you, Spock.” 

“I am merely stating the truth, doctor,” said Spock. “Additionally, I would like you to know that I appreciate what you have done for myself, the captain, and everyone else on this ship. Your bravery is commendable.”

McCoy narrowed his eyes. “Are you just saying that because you think it’ll make me feel better?”

Spock frowned at him, looking slightly puzzled. “Yes. But that does not mean I am not genuine.”

That startled a laugh out of McCoy. “That’s fair enough, I guess.”

“Indeed.”

McCoy had a feeling the expression on his face was edging dangerously close to fondness, but he could not quite bring himself to mind. He found himself speaking without quite having meant to. 

“You know I don’t actually hate you, right? You irritate me to hell and back sometimes, but I care about you.”

Spock paused, looking at him. After a moment, he said, “I had suspected as much.” 

McCoy’s eyes narrowed slightly. He was not oblivious to the significance of Spock’s phrasing. “You weren’t sure?”

“The finer details of human social interaction continue to elude me from time to time.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

McCoy sighed. “I said I’m sorry.”

“If your remarks were not serious, you were partaking in the human tradition of teasing, correct? Why do you apologize?” 

“A joke is in poor taste if only one party knows it’s really a joke. I should have made it clear before now.”

Spock considered this for a moment before speaking. “I see. In that case, I accept your apology and thank you.”

McCoy huffed a quiet laugh at Spock’s formality. “You’re welcome.”

“I also believe I should say that I hold a similar lack of ill will towards you,” said Spock. “Though I am, as you say, irritated to hell and back from time to time.” 

That startled a louder laugh out of McCoy, this time more delighted than amused. “I’m glad to hear that.”

Spock nodded. McCoy, still smiling, leaned back in his chair. 

The whistle of the intercom broke the silence of the room. The familiar sound of Jim’s voice came a moment later. 

“Bridge to Doctor McCoy.” 

“McCoy here.”

“Bones, have you seen Spock? I need him on the bridge and I can’t for the life of me figure out where he’s gone.”

McCoy resisted the urge to laugh. “Yeah, I’ll send him along.”

“Thanks. Kirk out.”

The intercom went silent. McCoy raised an eyebrow at Spock, smirking.

“Looks like our conversation’s over.”

“So it would seem,” said Spock. “Thank you for your time, doctor. It has been most profitable.” 

“You’re welcome,” said McCoy.

Spock stood and made to leave. Before he could go, McCoy found himself speaking up.

“Oh, and Spock?”

Spock paused in the doorway. “Yes, doctor?”

“Thanks for checking on me. I appreciate it.”

Spock turned back to McCoy for a moment. “I am glad.”

He left without another word, striding off to his highly necessary task on the bridge. McCoy let him go. After a moment, he turned back to his paperwork. He found that he was feeling distinctly better than before. He huffed a small laugh, incredulous, before going back to work.

It was only when Spock was long gone, far across the ship doing whatever logical and efficient job needed doing, that McCoy realized he was still smiling.

[baugojo]

♡XIAO!YAKSHA argument w love

arguing with xiao is like arguing with a brick wall. your boyfriend, sometimes forgets that you, have a ton of human emotion. so right now, your hands are being thrown in the air every so often for dramatic affect; and he’s standing there, taking it.

you weren’t mad at him for an invalid reason. you actually had a good point as to what upset you so much.

when traveling all together on accident and colliding down at the bottom of the chasm, you and yanfei found a way to connect with xiao and bring him to you. but after figuring out the time-loop, and the true loss of his friend’s life; you found an exit.

yelan and xiao used the said compass to help you all get out of this mess; whilst then xiao had full control of it, and you, yelan and yanfei fought the darkness that swormed.

for some odd reason, this entire small trip of yours, with friends, and boyfriend, he was awfully admiring the thought of sacrifice. and so when the compass was breaking, he teleported all of you to the surface; allowing him to fall alone. in the dark. zhongli had a feeling this would occur, and so luckily he was there to save your boyfriend. but what if..

“xiao, you could’ve died!” your voice on the cusp of a screech, you continued. “what then huh?”

“you were safe. that is all that mattered to me.” he defended, “I am an adeptus, it is my venture to protect liyue and its people.”

“what about being my protector? I don’t care if I’m stuck with you for eternity down there! sacrificing yourself is never the answer xiao!”

“it is when it was the only option for your safety!”

“no it isn’t!”

this argument was pointless. you were getting nowhere. you couldn’t really understand why xiao spoke so much about sacrificing himself earlier in the chasm, because you thought you’d made him a little less miserable. the moment you felt yourself touch the air above, when your feet hit the ground, you were quick to try running back into the chasm. but yelan held you back.

“I’m going to bed.” you mumbled; because after a long and complicated discussion full of yelling, how could you not be tired? in fact, xiao should be resting much more than you. but you weren’t going to push him right now.

you slush yourself into the shared bedroom in the teyvat building, knowing well that the wangshu inn walls were top quality, and still, verr could probably hear you both. you weren’t going to hear the end of it tomorrow.

fluffing your pillow now, you got yourself ready for bed. you couldn’t fight him anymore. like said in the beginning, it was like arguing with a brick wall. not because xiao could care less about you, or your feelings, no. xiao loves you, and for that, he’d do literally anything. but more so because xiao cannot comprehend the way he makes people feel sometimes; how he makes you feel, making poor decisions such as this.

he worries you. you felt your heart pound out of your chest, reliving the moments where you really thought you’d lost the love of your life forever.

as if on cue to the small twinkle of water that melted off the side of your face, your boyfriend wiped the tear from your stained cheek. he felt bad, slightly coming to an understanding on how you felt. I mean, you are his world; what if you were to do the same? what really got to him, was the spoken liquid that laced your beautiful complexion.

“please don’t cry my love.” xiao could feel your discomfort, hurt, fear, causing him to wrap himself around you, enclosing you in his body, as your head measles it’s way into his soft abed chest. still wanting to hit him and fight him, for now, you’d except the comfortable aura that now served the room. “I’m sorry.” xiao’s voice whispered; whilst his chin rests upon your head of hair, comfortably. “though as an adeptus I swore to protect the people of liyue, as your partner I also swore to protect you.”

“I love you.” his hands drabbled along your sides, now resting his head in the crook of your neck; allowing you to swirl your pointer-finger around in circles with strands of the green-blue locks combed through. “I love you.” you replied, still wrapping his hair around your digits, falling asleep in what felt like seconds after; satisfying xiao. and now he, can also rest.

as you predicted, you didn’t hear the end of it when trying to leave wangshu inn discreetly, verr was just waiting for you to try and leave without her catching sight of you.

an: I cried playing the perilous quest lmao.

[electricbluebutterflies]

Hands rubbing together to warm them up + damerey kiddos

It is 2023 and I am formally back in this spiral and... doing my usual vaguely-post-canon thing that didn't happen several years ago due to Assorted Unrelated Personal Bullshit. Turns out I missed these babes. PG-ish, pre-relationship, and also on ao3.

She’s cold. She hates this.

There is, admittedly, a lot of life that Rey hasn’t experienced yet. An extended stay on an ice planet is not nor will it be the weirdest, but it’s still…

“Warm enough?”

There’s a lot more she needs to get used to, really. The fact that people care about her – both on a peripheral level, where it is very important that someone of her position have adequate clothing for every stop on what one of her friends described as the victory tour, and the existence of said friends, the fact that there are other living beings she trusts completely and-

Rey turns to look at her designated minder, who looks even less thrilled than she is about this particular adventure. “I will be. Eventually. Maybe.”

Normally this is the part where she’d add some little comment about how her comfort doesn’t matter, as long as she’s functional she’ll deal, but she’s learning to moderate that around certain people. Well, one specific person who absolutely refuses to listen to her and-

It’s not personal. It’s deeply personal. She’s not used to duality.

What she’s figured out, in these months of closure or whatever, is that the official reason they’re stuck together is the droid apparently has separation anxiety and that’s definitely a new one by her standards, and the unofficial one is that someone somewhere in Resistance administration figured that two chaotic humans would cancel each other out. This is… not exactly what’s happened, but it’s kept both of them out of trouble better than she suspects any other scheme would, and-

“So, not warm enough and going to pretend otherwise because you’re a self-sacrificing-“

“Like you’re any better!”

This is the part she’s gotten used to, the too-public verbal sparring matches that are still… affectionate, somehow. She heard all the rumors long before they got to this point, and she knows there’s no harm meant in whatever too-perceptive accusations might get thrown around, and-

“I think I’ve at least figured out layers,” Poe mutters, giving her an unimpressed look. “Whereas you…”

“Don’t… don’t make my inexperience into-“

“Worried, not amused. You look frozen.”

“I feel worse.”

“C’mere.”

She takes half a step closer and is unsurprised when his gloved hands wrap around hers, moving just slightly in repetitive motion, very careful not to touch the little strip of exposed skin between glove and jacket sleeve and-

“We’re getting you better gloves,” he murmurs.

“These are fine. They do fit. That’s more than-”

He gives her that look she’s starting to recognize as a specific flavor of… not exactly disappointment, that would imply more harm than she thinks he intends, but…

“Do you know how bad it looks for them if you get frostbite?”

“No?”

“Disaster. Complete petty disaster. We do not want that, understand?”

“Since when do you-“

Her voice cuts off as she processes the accusations that want to fall out that… aren’t quite accurate, really. Almost everyone she’s met in this world has been kind to her, at worst in awe and confused, but this man is…

“I’m sorry,” she says just a little too soft. “I know you care. I’m not sure why, but-“

“I have a droid who likes you more than me, you kinda saved the galaxy, and…”

“And?”

“I like you. Does it have to be more complicated than that?”

Yes, she thinks, yes it absolutely does have to be more complicated, but… she has months of evidence that it may not be. He’s been consistently kind and protective in a different way than anyone else, but it hasn’t gone any clear direction yet. No comments about her appearance, let alone-

“You like me,” she repeats, and the words taste right in her mouth. “That’s…”

“I didn’t mean to-“

“I don’t mind. I’m just… unsure what you want me to do with it.”

“Right now… nothing? I’m not sure I should’ve said that but-“

“Probably better to get it over with. Gives me time.”

“No pressure, okay? I’m not-“

“Do you ever stop talking?”

“What, is that not helping?”

Rey rolls her eyes in a way she hopes comes off as flirtatious and okay she’s never wanted to do that before and-

“I trust you,” she says, glancing down at their hands. “That isn’t…”

“Still-“

“We can fight about this when I’m not an icicle. Deal?”

“Deal.”

[cockatrice-writers-guild]

GOLDEN BOY

warnings: death mention (she’s fine now though), gore mention, swearing, panic

All that glitters is not gold.

That’s how that old saying goes, right?

And don’t even get me started on what it means. I couldn’t tell you.

In fact, I couldn’t tell you a lot of anything right now.

But I know 4 things for certain:

1. My name is Emilia Martov. Mia for short.

2. I don’t know where I am and even less about how I got here.

3. There seems to be…something else in here. I’m not sure what, but I caught a glimpse of it swooping past the nearby windows a few times. Something big. It’s because of this that I have yet to move from this spot.

4. Gold. Everywhere. The wall I woke up leaning against. The hallway I’m currently staring down, the end of which seems to have been torn open, instead acting more as a window than anything else. All the assorted furniture lining said hallway. The sky, or what I assume passes as the sky here, laced with what seems to be clouds.

Gold. All of it.

Even, and I’m not sure how I didn’t noticed him before, the man standing a few feet away, staring at me. With his grey eyes.

All 4 of them.

His skin seems to be made of the same stuff everything else is, or at least it shares the hue. He’s looks to be around my age. He’s faintly glowing. He has a head of long blonde (light gold?) hair pulled back in a low ponytail, large hoop earrings hanging from both ears, sandals and…everything else is…hard to describe. Like, is that a skirt or…? And what seems to be some sort of poncho crop top thing with…just dude, what the hell? These two pieces of clothing are white at least. White with gold trimming. And don’t even get me started on all the other accessories he’s decked out in.

So, this guy is weird. And definitely not human. And the textbook definition of a walking eyesore, cemented further as he starts walking towards me. However, given the current circumstances, he is also the only other living being besides me and that monster outside somewhere so…ugh.

I get up, hoping the movement doesn’t attract unwanted attention and quietly crouch my way over to the gold man.

“Hey,” I whisper to him.

“…hey?” he replies at a regular volume.

I try to signal to him to quiet down but this just confuses him more than he already seems to be.

“Just…keep it down, okay? I don’t want that…thing outside to come back here.”

“Thing outside?” The man’s normal speaking voice is almost painfully loud in the eerie quiet. “What thing?”

“You didn’t see it?” I feel a bit stupid being the only one whispering but I’m too scared to care.

“See what?” The man’s question sounds serious but his expression shifts just slightly. He almost looks like…why is he smiling?

“The giant flying creature! I think it might have been some kind of monster bird or something. It was circling around just a while ago!”

“Flying? A giant flying creature, you say.” The man seems to ponder this for a second before he shakes his head. “I’m sorry but that sounds ridiculous! Are you sure you weren’t just seeing things?”

I can’t help but notice the golden man is now sporting a large pair of folded white wings on his back.

“What.”

“What?” The man replies innocently. “Look, I’ve been here a lot longer than you have so I think I know what I’m talking about when I say there’s nothing to worry about. It was just me and the furniture before you popped in.”

“But I saw something out there! Several times!”

The man just shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, miss. It’s only you and me in here.”

“I…whatever. Could you at least get out of it’s direct line of sight? Please?”

I must’ve let some of my desperation slip through because the man crouches down after a moment.

“Thank you.”

The man nods.

“So, first thing first, if you don’t mind, you’ve been living here for so long so…maybe you could tell me about this place?”

“I could try.”

“Thanks. So…what is this place exactly?”

“It’s my home.”

“No, I get that. I mean like, where is this place?”

“My…home? I live here after all. I don’t know what else you would call that?”

“No no like…location-wise, in terms of a physical place on this planet.”

The man looks like he’s really struggling to understand me. “…planet.”

“You don’t know what that is, do you?”

“Not even remotely.”

“I’m screwed.”

“…yes?”

I supress a groan. “Let’s just move on. What about…do you know how I got here?”

“No. To be honest, I was going to ask you that question.”

“Why am I here?”

“I don’t know. I was going to ask you that question.”

“What about that thing flying around outside?”

“Yeah I could tell you about that,” the man says at the same moment I say, “Let me guess, you were going to ask me that question?”

I pause mid-sentence. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah.”

I smile, finally feeling like I’m getting somewhere. “Great! Do you know if it’s actually even dangerous? Like it spots us, would we be in danger? Would it rip us to shreds on sight or…?”

“Well, I would hope not.”

Something about the way he says this rubs me the wrong way, though I can’t put my finger on exactly why. “Because that would be bad?”

“Because that’s me you’re talking about,” the man replies simply.

I think I may have misheard him. “…come again?”

The man leans forward. “The giant flying thing outside. The bird monster. That’s me.”

I lean back a bit, even more unsettled. “But I…I don’t understand. You’re sitting right here.”

“Am I?”

“…aren’t you?”

The man offers me a golden hand. “If you don’t believe me, why not see for yourself?”

I have a bad feeling about this but as the hand beacons me in the dim light of this place, I go against my better judgement and reach for it.

And my hand passes right though his.

I look from my hand to the golden man’s face. Or at least I would have, if he was still there. Instead, right where the man was sitting just seconds before is nothing. Empty air. As if the man had simply never existed in the first place.

And I can’t help but shake my head, eyes widening as I try to comprehend what just happened. “…I…I don’t understand.”

“It’s simple, really,” a voice calls out from behind. One I recognize instantly as the man I was just talking to. Only louder. Much louder.

…it hadn’t been this dark before.

“As I was trying to tell you earlier,” the voice continues between the sound of massive wingbeats, “it’s only you and me in here.”

I instinctively turn towards the voice and instantly regret my course of action.

An iris. A single grey iris trained on me in such intensity and scale that I don’t even realize I’m yelling until the mind-numbingly gigantic thing pulls back in surprise.

It’s too much. It’s just too much. The thousands of grey hues that come together, painting in lines that would have been invisible to me had they not been magnified to this sheer size, following some kind of untold rule I can’t understand or even begin to. The pupil, the tiny thing currently larger than my entire existence, dilating to see me better, the stark contrast of it downright shocking at this calibre, darting and twitching in patterns my brain struggles to understand as its owner tries to take me in.

I’m pressed hard against the back wall and this is only made apparent to me as, and I can vaguely understand that the gold man is trying to talk to me, his very words make the walls vibrate slightly behind me and around me and beneath me, his one eye taking up my entire field of vision and I can’t I can’t I can’t I CAN’T-

And so, I don’t.

-

The next time I wake up, I’m in a bed. It’s soft and probably the most comfortable thing I’ve ever lain on but it’s not my own.

Looking around, I realize with a rising sense of panic that I’m still…wherever this place is. Even the sheets someone pulled over me shine in whatever source of light this place has. And as the events of the last time I was conscious unfold in my mind, a sense of dread wells up within me. Someone had to have put me in this bed cuz it sure as hell hadn’t been me.

Only you and me

My eyes dart to the nearby windows but thankfully, nothing seems to be out there this time. Movement catches my eye and I turn to see the gold man sitting in a chair nearby, filing his nails. He doesn’t meet my gaze.

“You’re awake,” he says quietly.

I sit up and pull the sheets closer to me. “Would you mind telling me what the hell is going on? Please?”

The man puts his file on a nearby table and looks up. He looks vaguely troubled. “…well, I took you h-”

“NO, I KNOW ABOUT THAT. I MEAN EVERYTHING BEFORE THAT. I…YOU DISSAPEARED! YOU WEREN’T EVEN REAL! AND THEN THERE WAS THIS EYE AND IT…IT WAS YOU AND…and I still don’t even know where I am and I…” I bury my head in my knees. “…I just want to go home.”

“…I can take you.”

I look up. “What?”

The man gets up and walks over to me, offering a hand. “I can take you back. I think I know where you came from and I can lead you back there. Out of this place.”

I look at the hand wearily. It seems solid enough but after what happened last time…, “Where is this place?”

“This is my home. I’ve been living here for as long as I can remember. No one’s supposed to be able to get in here, I think. You’re the first visitor I’ve had in…forever. And a mortal at that. I’m not sure how you even manag-”

“I’m sorry but what did you just call me?”

“Mortal?”

“Mortal? Me? What the hell does that make you?”

The man shrugs, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Immortal, I guess?”

I groan. “Maybe I am hallucinating.”

“Maybe.” The man shakes his hand again. “Even so, you wanted out, right?”

After some hesitation, I grab the man’s hand, finding it surprisingly tangible this time. He pulls me out of bed and starts leading me down the hall which, just like last time, ends in a jagged opening that shows the gold sky and another shredded room floating above us in the distance.

The walk goes by in a heavy silence until the gold man breaks it.

“…look, I wanted to apologize for…what happened before. I’ve been here for so long by myself and then you just appeared and I…I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I just give him a look and he coughs.

“Initially. I didn’t mean to scare you initially but then you said some stuff about a giant bird monster and I realized you were talking about me and I…” he waves his arms, “…thought it would be fun to spook you a little? But I didn’t mean to scare you so bad you’d just stop working! I thought I’d killed you!”

“…you mean, passed out?”

“What?”

“I passed out. You know, fainted?”

The man looks at me helplessly. “Fainted?”

“…never mind. Could I ask though, how did you do that? You were intangible and now you’re not. You were fuck off huge and now you’re the same size as me.”

“Oh, that’s simple! I’m merely a projection.”

What.

“What?”

“I- it’s a bit hard to explain, to be honest. It’s like…I can project something into existence if I concentrate. It can be anything I want so I took on the form of…what are you, by the way?”

“I…human, I guess.”

“Human,” he hums.

“What are you?”

He thinks about this for a while before a half smile worms its way onto his face. “Immortal.”

“I hate you.”

The man laughs. “…you can call me Jax if you’d like.”

“…is that your name?”

A shrug. “Probably.”

Unbelievable.

“…you can call me Mia, if you want.”

“Mia.”

“Jax.”

He smiles at this. “So I made a projection of myself that was…human-sized to talk to you and depending on how hard I concentrate, I can…I guess put my consciousness into the projected thing. The more I concentrate, the more real the object becomes and since this projection is fully real right now, my body is unfortunately…fainted.”

“Your…body.”

Jax nods at the jagged edge of the hallway we’re approaching. “See for yourself.”

I take a few steps forward and carefully lean over the edge. And there, what looks like miles below us is something that looks exactly like Jax, sprawled out on what seems to be a floor made of clouds. Only…

“YOU'RE HUGE!”

“Nice observation there, pipsqueak.”

“THAT’S REALLY YOU?”

Jax appears next to me. “You want me to demonstrate?” As he all too eagerly says this, one of his hands becomes noticeably see-through and one of the gigantic fingers of the body below us twitches.

I backpedal away from the edge. “NONONONONOTHANKYOU.”

He laughs. “Moving on then. Would you mind if I carried you to the door? It would be faster.”

I look warily at the edge. “How?”

Jax’s wings snap into existence once more. “How else?”

It’s a long way down.

“I…look just don’t drop me, okay?”

Jax flexes his biceps, a confident grin appearing on his face. “Please. Who do you think you’re talking to?” His arms then drop to his sides. “Though if we’re being honest here, I’ve never done anything like this before in my entire life as far as I can remember so I can’t promise anything,” he mutters.

“JAX!”

“MIA!” He steps behind me and wraps his arms around my middle. “How’s that?”

“I- fine, I guess?”

“Are you ready?”

I shake my head. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Okay!” The man takes a few steps back before running forward and jumping off the edge. And for a terrifying few seconds, we’re free falling and the surroundings around us all blend into meaningless shades of golds and whites. And it looks endless. The colours stretch out infinitely in every direction with only a few sparse room pieces floating around in what seems to be a perfect circle, coiling downwards and surrounding the massive giant below. And even from up here, I can see the faint rise and fall of his chest. His expression, though terrifying from how much of it there is to take in, looks faintly troubled.

Luckily, Jax’s wings finally catch and with a jolt that almost makes my heart stop, we start ascending and both Jax and I let out a breath. Weirdly enough, the giant’s expression changes just slightly too.

Relief. Faint but plain as day.

After flying for a few minutes, Jax finally makes a stop at one of the nearby rooms and drops me off before landing next to me and surprisingly, I recognize the place almost immediately.

“I…don’t understand. This is the room I first woke up in.”

Jax simply points at the far end of the hall and following his finger, I see the wall I was leaning against when I first came to.

It’s a door.

I had been cowering against my ticket out of here for who knows how long before Jax found me. And he saw me curled up there and…

I turn to him accusatorially. “YOU NEVER TOLD ME?”

Jax takes a step back in surprise and almost falls into the gold void again. “YOU NEVER ASKED?”

“I-”, don’t have an answer to that is what. I sigh instead. “Yeah.”

There’s a beat of silence before Jax pipes in again. “…you should probably get going.”

“…yeah.”

Another beat of silence before Jax starts almost mechanically walking to the door. I follow after a bit.

“Actually,” Jax says over his shoulder, “you’re…really not sure how you got here?”

“…no. I just…woke up here as far as I can tell.”

“Oh.” Silence. “…so this is goodbye then?”

“I guess.”

“Okay.”

Jax reaches the end of the hall and turns to me, a light smile on his face. He gestures to the door wordlessly and steps aside.

I take a breath and place a hand on the cold gold knob. Twist the handle and pull the door open. A bright golden light floods through from the other side and I turn to look at the golden man once more.

“…bye, Jax.”

“…bye, Mia.”

I wave. He waves back. The smile slips from his face right at the last second as I step through and the light fills my vision as the door creaks shut behind me.

-

None of this makes any sense.

I was dead. I had died. I woke up during my own burial to face full of dirt and a cacophony of screams. My own mother thought I was a monster and, after she had finally calmed down, told me she saw me get trampled to death under the agitated hooves of a mule pulling a cart. A mule killed me and I died. A mule. I had been dead. And then I wasn’t.

And now…now I’m here again, surrounded by gold and leaning against a door.

Jax apparently sensed my presence the moment I appeared and is currently calling for me. I can hear the beating of his massive wings nearby as he scans the comparatively tiny rooms. It won’t be long until he finds me but at the moment, I’m still trying to process how I got back here.

It’s strange. It’s just too strange.

I was dead. I was alive. It was night. I was lying in bed. Thinking about how embarrassing my death had been. About how I was going to have to explain this to everyone I knew. How, if I kept quiet about it, I wouldn’t have to go back to work just yet.

And then I started thinking of Jax again.

He was gold and weird and gaudy and could fly and astral project and didn’t know that much and looked big enough to be able to balance my entire family home on a single fingertip and

Only you and me

I still had questions.

Only you and me

I needed to get to the bottom of this.

Only me

I…

And then, right there in the middle of my room, was a door.

A massive silhouette blocks the light streaming in through the nearby windows, the accompanying wingbeats almost deafening, and I realize with a heavy heart that my time is up.

“Oh!” a voice exclaims from outside, loud enough to rattle the floor beneath me. I close my eyes and try to calm myself down. “There you are. Hold on.”

The wingbeats fade and in the silence that follows, I manage to coax myself into opening my eyes again and am met with Jax’s projection sitting on the other side of the room, watching me quietly.

“You’re back,” he says.

“I know.”

He inclines his head slightly. “The door is-”

“I know.”

He blinks and a second later, a cautious smile starts to form on his lips.

-

“So just so we’re clear,” Jax says as my head bobs up and down to hold his gaze as he flies in place. “You died to get here?”

“Yeah.” I’m standing in the same room I always wake up in, looking out the row of windows at him from the opposite end of the coil.

“And a- what was it again?”

“A mule. 4 legs. Long pointy ears. Hooves. Brown fur. White nose.” I take an involuntary step back as Jax starts to close the distance between us before willing myself to stand in place.

“Right, mule. So a mule killed you.”

“Yes.”

“And you woke up here.”

“Yes.”

“But this isn’t the afterlife as far as I can tell. I figure there’d at least be more people around here if it was.”

Jax’s face now fills all of my vision and my breaths are getting noticeably shallow. I will myself to breath. “I know, right? Plus I’m not dead right now. I didn’t have to die to get here after the first time so…I-I don’t know where this place is and I-”

“Mia.”

“Jax?”

“You’re shaking.”

“Keep going.”

Jax nods solemnly, though it’s a bit hard to tell with only a single eye currently visible through the window. Just like the first time. My breaths get more erratic as something else appears in the window.

A massive fingertip.

And before I know it, I’m pressed against the back wall again. The digit approaches slowly and my vision starts to swim and my breath hitches once, twice, three times and I can’t I can’t I

“STOP!”

His nail freezes just inches from my torso and he slowly pulls his hand back to rest his finger on the window ledge, backing up until I can see the concern on his face. “Are you alright?”

I take a few shaky breaths and wait for my heart to stop pounding. “…I’ll live.”

“Not yet?”

“Not yet.”

-

“Are you sure this is a good idea, M?”

I examine the scattered holes of the roof P. Jax has just dropped me on. The golden void yawns open on every side and I feel more exposed than I have been in a while. “No. But go on.”

“Just…be careful, okay?”

I’m already buzzing with nerves. “Yeah. Let’s just…see what happens, I guess.”

He nods back. “Please don’t fall.” And with that, the man pops out of existence.

I take a few deeps breaths and decide to sit down, keeping my eyes on the mural of golds and whites above me as I hear a great shuffle of movement from far below. And then Jax appears once more, slowly rising out of the depths like a mountain come to life and maintaining eye contact all the while until he finally stops, just a bit too high to be at eye level with him.

“Is this too much?” The air vibrates with his words.

“I…I’ll get used to it. Just…keep your distance for now.”

“Okay.”

Silence.

I clear my throat and wait for my head to stop spinning before I speak up. “…you know, I’ve noticed something. You’re always here when I come to visit.”

A small smile worms it’s way onto his face as he steps back and leans down to fully meet my gaze. “Would you rather I not be?”

Even as my heartrate temporarily spikes, I can’t help but laugh at that. “…well, if you’re offering…”

This makes Jax chuckle too. “Well, I hate to disappoint you, M. I really do but I can’t really leave in the first place so I guess you’re stuck with me.” He shrugs. “Too bad.”

“Wait, what?”

Jax leans back a bit. “What?”

“You can’t leave?”

“No?”

“But this place goes on forever! Surely there must be some way out, right?”

“Oh, no. This place is pretty small actually.” He thinks about it. “…well, small for me anyway.”

“Really?”

By way of an answer, Jax walks to the other end of the coil and ducks through the floating rooms. He takes a few more steps before turning back to me and gesturing to what looks like empty air before holding up a fist and lightly tapping it with his knuckles.

A series of dull thuds echo through the room and Jax bows theatrically before making his way back over.

I have to open and close my mouth a few times before I can find the words to articulate what just happened.

“There’s walls everywhere?”

“Yeah.”

“The ceiling?”

“Yup,” he replies, popping the p as he says it.

“The floor?”

Jax steps back and stomps down to demonstrate.

“There’s no way out?”

“Trust me, M. If there was, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

I shake my head. “What about…the door I use? Have you tried that?”

“Well, I sent my projection out a few times but I usually get struck by lighting the moment I step foot outside. It vaporizes me instantly.”

“WHAT?”

Jax shrugs.

“But…you said this place was your home.”

“It is. I’ve been here as long as I can remember.”

“But you can’t leave!”

“Yes.”

“Jax, that’s a prison. That’s literally what a prison is.”

Jax nods slowly, the smile quietly falling off his face. “Oh.”

There’s a beat of heavy silence before I speak again.

“Maybe…maybe there’s still a way.”

Jax looks up. “Hmm?”

“Maybe…I don’t know…what if there’s actually a way to get you out of here? Something…something outside of this place maybe. Would you know about anything like that?”

Jax suddenly finds his sandals more interesting than me. “…well, it’s not like I can leave anyway.”

“But I can. And you know something. Spill.”

“I…can’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s…dangerous.”

“I can handle myself.”

Jax meets my gaze with a frown. “No. Mia, I mean it’s too dangerous. You could die. And you’re mortal. You won’t just come back if you do.”

“I came back before.”

“And we still don’t know why! What if it was just a fluke? What if when you die again, you don’t come back? What would you do then?”

“So you’d rather be stuck here forever?”

“If the only other alternative is losing you? Absolutely.”

Some time passes in total silence as the 2 of us avoid eye contact and after a while, I ask to leave and P. Jax carries me to the door. We reach the end of the hall and I glance over at P. Jax, who is still avoiding my gaze. My hearts feels heavy as I nod at him.

“Bye, Jax.”

He nods wordlessly, wringing his hands.

There’s a beat of silence and I’m just about to leave when,

“…Mia, wait.”

-

It’s a dream. One he has every night and always the same one. There’s valleys, mountains I recognize from his very detailed description of them. And then, nestled in an alcove behind them, a forgotten clearing, overgrown with myriads upon myriads of beautiful greenery. And the key to Jax’s prison. But the dream always ends the same way: Jax, calmed by the peaceful scenery, the birdsong, the lazy trickle of the crystal clear stream nearby, the sight of the key right there, just right there after all this time, he’s crouched over the symbol on the ground and then, with a hand just milliseconds away from brushing the cool earth beneath him, to finally escape this nightmare

He drops dead.

Slain by a massive monster in one of many many grotesque ways before he can so much as blink.

And then he wakes up and realizes. He’s home. He’s home.

I’m currently wide awake. Lying in the too comfy bed and staring up at the ceiling as I plan out what I’m about to do. Running through the path Jax carefully laid out for me. It’ll take a few days to get there but I’m confident I can make it. I’ll need supplies, maybe even a weapon if it comes down to that. But before any of that, I need to settle one thing first.

I need to get out of here somehow.

I’m not trapped exactly but as far as I can tell, unless I can fly, there’s no way for me to traverse the rooms and get to the door. I’ll just have to cross that bridge when I get there. Getting out of bed quietly, I start to creep down the hall, hoping not to wake Jax as I move.

It’s still sort of weird being here. Besides all the gold, that is. Time seems to flow normally in the outside world regardless of whether or not I’m in this room but the day and night cycles vary significantly. And it seems to line up with Jax’s highly irregular sleep schedule somehow, as of he’s the one controlling it. It was around noon when I came to visit today and whatever source this place gets its light from shut off just a few hours later, leaving only the faint glow of the sky to see by. It’s weird. Convenient for Jax, sure, but definitely weird.

And so, with whatever passes as light here guiding my steps, I make my way over the edge and glance down at Jax’s sprawled out form to make sure he’s still asleep before looking up. And I can’t help but feel my resolve sink just a little.

The room I need to get to is miles away. So far above me, in fact, that I need to lean almost dangerously out of the room to even see it as a speck in the distance. So, small setback. I’m thinking maybe I can use the curtains, the sheets from the bed and something sharp to make some kind of semi functional grappling hook when I’m almost blinded by a sudden burst of light next to me.

Blinking a few times to clear the spots from my vision, I find a golden, glowing staircase just a few feet away, winding up and up and presumably all the way to the door.

I glance down. Jax looks like he’s still asleep. I look up at the staircase again. Reach forward and poke it.

“Jax?”

Neither Jax nor the stairs reply to this.

I put my hand on the railing and tentatively take a step forward, finding it to be solid.

“Thank you,” I mutter before I start making my way up.

It takes longer than I care to admit to reach the top and I may have initially underestimated how far away the door actually was because by the halfway point, I’m already so winded that the stairs start moving on their own just so I can make it. But finally the end is in sight and, after trying to catch my breath, I make my way over to the door. Place a shaky hand on the knob and tu-

“Wait, Mia.”

Not good.

As those words echo through the previously silent space, the whole room shudders and I can see through the window that I’m somehow descending. For a second, I think that whatever magic or whatever was keeping the rooms floating in the first place must have finally failed and I am currently plummeting to my death only for a twitch of movement from the ripped end of the hall to catch my attention. It takes me a second to register what it is and the moment I do, I instantly regret it. It’s a giant wall of flesh, the side of which is carved with complex lines and curves in a pattern my brain distantly recognizes. A fingerprint. A finger. Jax is holding the whole room between his fingers, bringing me lower and lower to some untold destination and for a second, I’m terrified. Terrified that he changed his mind. That he’s going to physically prevent me from leaving.

And then, with a jolt, the room stops.

Right in front of Jax’s massive face.

And his expression says it all.

Sorrow. Plain and simple.

I feel my nerves start to uncoil as I take him in. This is Jax. He’s my friend. He won’t hurt me. He won’t hurt me. He won’t hurt me.

Movement from the far end of the hall makes me jump and turning, I see something sliding across the floor towards me. Something gold. Something pointy.

A sword comes to a stop at my feet and I recognize it as one of the display swords I’d passed countless times while exploring the rooms.

“…figured you might need this,” Jax’s voice rumbles from outside.

“…thanks.”

In the silence that follows, one of his fingers comes to a rest on the window as he watches me. “Just…don’t die, okay? Promise you’ll come back to me.”

I walk forward and, despite my nerves shooting up at the mere thought of it, slowly place a hand on his fingertip, feeling the warmth of it spread through my palm.

“…I’ll try my best, big guy.”

Jax’s eyes widen at this and the moment I pull my hand back, he does the same and quietly rubs the place I touched him with his thumb. A pained smile worms its way on to his face and wordlessly, he inclines his head to the door.

I nod and open it. The light floods though the dark hall and just as I’m about to step into it, Jax mutters something behind me.

“Hey, M?”

“Hmm?”

“…watch out for mules.”

“YOU ASS.”

-

This is unfair. This is so unfair.

Jax had told me everything about the route I needed to take in detail so great he could even remember the number of pebbles that were gathered around any specific area. He had painted a picture so vivid that it had been surprisingly easy to visualize and even easier to apply to the journey I had to take in the real world. In fact, it had been going so swimmingly, I had started to wonder if I was traversing a completely different, albeit entirely identical, path instead of the one I needed to take. Everything was as he had told me. Everything. I even found the clearing and the monster that resided there.

But, in spite of all the details he’d told me beforehand, he’d forgotten to mention one tiny thing.

What the monster actually was.

So now I find myself cowering behind a boulder so tantalizingly close to the symbol on the ground and quietly muttering every curse word I know under my breath as the ground shakes beneath me with the monster’s steps.

Because Jax forgot to mention that the monster was a shapeshifter.

Specifically, a shapeshifter that turns into what you fear the most at that moment.

And, as you can imagine after all I’ve been through

APPARENTLY I STILL HAD SOME STUFF TO WORK OUT AFTER I DIED THAT ONE TIME BECAUSE IT’S A MULE. IT’S A FUCKING MULE. A GIGANTIC MULE THAT LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE THE ONE THAT PULLS THE CART BACK AT MY VILLAGE. A MULE THAT DELIVERS MILK. A MULE I KNOW IN REAL LIFE.

Except, apparently the monster hadn’t really anticipated something like this so it had to grow 2 additional arms to heft the massive axe it wielded.

This is by far the worst day of my entire life. And I’d died once.

Still, as the moderately terrifying creature sniffs at the ground nearby with its delicate soft white muzzle, I realize time is running out. If that thing finds me, it’s either going to use that axe or just trample me to death with its hooves.

Again.

And I don’t want that. I really really don’t want that. But as time passes and I remain frozen in place, the chances of me escaping alive decrease further and further. This was a huge mistake but I’m already here so…I might as well make the trip worth it, right? At least one of us should be able to get out of this. I just hope Jax can forgive me.

I shakily stand and pick up the golden sword Jax gave me. It’s beautiful, an expert piece of craftmanship that shines absolutely radiantly in the sun. Perfect.

Just as the monster draws close, I heft the sword and throw it with all my might off to the left. It soars through the air and stabs into the ground a decent distance away. And as the light glints off the brilliant blade, the monster pauses in its sniffing and looks up, cocking its head to the side as it sees the weapon. It would have been adorable if not for the extra arms. And the imminent threat of death.

The moment it starts walking towards it is the moment I start creeping in the opposite direction, sweat already forming and my legs shaking with every step.

I only have one destination.

The ground stops shaking and I pick up the pace, dropping onto the pattern and examining it desperately as a noise sounds from behind me.

My vision swims and my breathing picks up as I look from sign to sign.

Another noise. A horrible braying roar.

Not this one. Not this one. Not this one. Not this one. Not this one.

The ground trembles violently.

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

A shadow engulfs me just as my tear filled eyes find the right symbol and I jam a shaking hand into the indent below, feeling a rush of wind as the monster brings down its weapon or its hooves or whatever it is and I curl into a ball and close my eyes.

And then I hear impact.

Something tearing through flesh.

And then nothing.

The wind blows past me and rustles the leaves of the trees nearby and the sweat on my skin makes me shiver and

I’m…alive?

After a few seconds, I manage to coax myself to glance up and the sight alone takes my breath away. It’s a roof. A shield of what looks like flesh between me and the monster’s weapon. And seeing the colour, the lines that run along the surface of the thing, feeling the heat radiating off it as it hovers over me, I know exactly what it is in an instant.

Gold.

A palm.

Jax.

He made it.

We both did.

-

After the monster is dispatched via Jax backhanding it into the stratosphere, Jax pulls himself out of the portal that appeared in the ground and sits down in front of me.

I smile up at him. “Weird seeing you around here, stranger.”

Jax smiles back. “Even weirder being here, stranger.”

“Jax.”

“Mia.”

After a moment of silence, his smile wavers just slightly before he slumps over and P. Jax tackles me in a tight hug, wrapping his wings around me and rubbing his tear stained cheek to mine. I wrap my arms around him too and we just stay there for a while, silently shaking in each others’ arms.

The moment is nice while it lasts and I find myself happier than I have been in a while but eventually, I realize there’s something I still have to do.

I slowly pull away from P. Jax and after a moment, he pulls away too. He gives me a quizzical look.

“I think…I want to try something.”

“Okay?”

Grabbing P. Jax’s hand, I start walking towards regular Jax’s hunched form.

P. Jax looks a bit concerned. “Are you sure? It won’t be too much?”

I glance up at Jax’s face. “To be honest, I have no idea. But you gotta start somewhere, right?”

P. Jax smiles. And a blink later, he’s gone.

There’s a shuffle of movement above but Jax just watches quietly as I approach. I don’t have much of a game plan here so once I finally reach him, I have to settle with draping my arms over his kneecap. There’s a pause before I feel something warm press into me from behind. And then, all at once I’m carefully scooped up and carried higher and higher until I’m in front of Jax’s face once again, massive intricate grey irises focused on me just as before. But I’m not scared of them. Not anymore.

Jax looks close to tears again. Even as he smiles, his lower lip quivers before he speaks. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“…”

“…”

“…so about that mule-”

“SHUT UP.”

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BIG BULLY 4

Noah’s pov:

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I know she probably, no definitely didn't want to be in the pocket but what was I supposed to do? I didn't want another ‘almost stepping on april’ moment. I looked down at her one more time before I walked back over to my bed that was now, thanks to her hiding under it, pushed very far from where it was supposed to be.

I pushed my bed back and headed to the kitchen. I looked down to see April at the bottom corner of my shirt pocket staring daggers at me. I smiled and looked away. Now, I grabbed a bag of marshmallows from the pantry and put some popcorn in the microwave. We are going to have a movie marathon to get us both more used to each other, also i really wanted to cuddle april. Even though she looked around my age I still thought she was absolutely adorable. “We are going to sit down and watch a movie. Once we've calmed down maybe we can do something else but for now we both need to relax a little. Especially a certain someone. Ok?” I asked less of a question and more of a statement. “No way am I watching a movie with you!” she yelled.

“Too bad.” I replied feeling a bit bad about not giving her a choice and using the power i held over her to do as i pleased but this was the only way i could get her to relax. The microwave beeped and I felt her jump, I chuckled slightly and was returned with a small elbow being shoved into my chest. “My mom won't be back until really late tonight so don't worry about being seen by anyone else.'' I said, trying to make her feel at least a little safer.

I grabbed the popcorn out of the microwave and poured it into a bowl. Once I had popcorn in one hand and marshmallows in the other, and walked over to the living room and plopped onto the couch trying to be mindful of my tiny passenger. “I'm gonna get you out in a second, ok?” I said as I placed popcorn and marshmallows on the coffee table and turned on the tv. I heard some noise that resembled a quiet ‘ok’ so I reached into my front pocket to retrieve april. She wiggled a bit in my hand but I wasn't going to let her fall. “Why hello there miss snappy.” i said when greeted with a rather angry little person, at least she wasn’t scared. “Hello mr. giant jerk.” she said with an eye roll. I smirked. “Do you have any movies in mind?” I asked the tiny girl sitting in my hand. “Never seen one.” she said with a shrug. “What!?” i said louder than expected, I saw as she covered her tiny ears. “Sorry i didn't mean to yell, it's just how have you never seen a movie?” “Well given the fact they don't make tvs for my size and I, until today, have never been this close to humans. So it would be a bit hard to see a movie” she replied with a snarky look to go along with it.

“Well then we have to watch at least one classic movie!” I couldn't believe someone could go through their whole life without seeing any movie! I'll let you pick the genre, scary,romance,action,comedy?” I asked.

I still wanted to give her some kind of choice. “Um….. a scary movie sounds good. It sounds fun to be scared of something other than my giant captor.” she said in an annoyed tone . “hey i didn't kidnap you! Did you forget you were in my bag?” I was amused. “that’s only cuz i was hiding from a certain human who just had to go into the one place i was getting food from!” she snapped back. “How was I supposed to know you were there?” she tried to retort but she knew i had a point. “Anyway I think a romance is what we should watch, since you wont give any real suggestions.” I turned to the TV to look for one. “Not a romance!” she yelled but i ignored her and found the sappiest romance i could, and put it on. “I'm gonna put you on my shoulder now, i can't really eat with someone in my hand,” i chuckled as i moved her to my shoulder.

I tilted my hand so she would slide off right next to my neck. She squeaked a bit when she made contact with my neck. ‘God that tickles’ I thought to myself as her tiny hands padded at my neck. I tried to hold in my laughs but i couldnt and burst into laughter. It only got worse when she tried to hold onto my neck.

She proceeded to fall down my chest and onto my lap all without me realizing as I was too preoccupied with trying to catch my breath, once I finally did so I realized I didn't feel her on my shoulder anymore. I frantically looked around but only when I looked down did I see April laying on my leg looking out of breath.

Aprils pov:

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I had just been put atop his shoulder when he suddenly started laughing like crazy, ‘what's so funny?’ I was thinking not realizing at first that I was slipping closer to the edge. Once I finally realized I tried to hold on but failed and went tumbling down his chest. I finally stopped when I fell onto his lap. I immediately climbed onto his leg, which was at least a little better than his lap. It took him a little while to both stop laughing and then realize I was gone.

I thought of calling out to tell him where I was but I decided to let him worry for a little bit. Once his eyes finally landed on me he sighed in relief. I saw his hands coming toward me and I leapt to my feet. I got up and jumped off his leg and bolted to the other side of the couch. “Oh no you don’t” I heard him say, still a little out of breath from the laughter.

A giant hand then landed in front of me and another came from behind, he scooped me up and brought me back to his eye level. “At least you got a taste of your own medicine” I said looking him in the eye. “ha.ha . sooo funny. Can we please watch the movie now?” he asked “sure but not on your shoulder, i'm not risking that again.” I replied. He rolled his eyes and set my back on his leg.

He leaned over to get the snacks and handed me a marshmallow, I think that's what they called it. I stared at it suspiciously but ultimately decided to try it.

My eyes lit up as I tasted the best thing I had ever tasted.

I hadn't realized he was watching as I took bite after bite of this sugary cube of heaven. Once i finished the marshmallow i was suddenly startled by the human starting to speak. “You look like a little sugar-filled chipmunk!” he said, looking at me how one looks at a baby bunny. “I am not a chipmunk” I glared at him. “No, but you're as cute as one” he replied, his finger came down to the top of my head and messed up my hair. Wait, why wasn't I scared? I had just had a human finger touch my head! I wasn't even scared, annoyed 100% but not scared. Was I warming up to him?

He broke the silence after a few minutes of just watching the movie. I had no idea what was going on in the movie, I was too stuck in my head to pay attention. “You know what I just realized?” he asked, “what?” “I know your name but you still don't know mine.” “yep. This whole time you didn't realize it?” I asked. “Well, no. But still, my name is noah.” he said, sounding cheerful. “Well it's ok to meet you noah.” “I'll take ok over bad,” he replied. Popping some popcorn into his mouth.

The sun had just gone down and I was starting to fall asleep. I tried to stay awake and alert but I just couldn't keep my eyes open. I really didn't want to fall asleep with him around, again, I was warming up to him but that doesnt mean I trust him. But I couldn't help it, he was just so warm. I leaned into his side a bit and in seconds I was out cold.

Dreaming about marshmallows and freedom.

[strangefellows]

4. “I picked a bad time to become a decent person.” with someone of your choice because I can only imagine the situation and I'm sure it'll be hilarious. For some reason I'm imagining Cu to be involved somehow but I don't know how XD

gfsGSgsfgsfgfgsgh oh my god i love this one. i'm gonna have to use my asshole moth for it, i can't picture anyone else, we'll see if cu pops in (time to absolutely bullshit vaguepost about events that haven't happened in NA yet and that I didn't see the translations of!)

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"No. Absolutely the fuck not. No. I'm not sure I could possibly say 'no' with any more disgust and disdain than I'm already saying it."

And yet, the orange-haired hurricane continued to grin at him. For a human, she was sure capable of that menacing aura a predator had when it was about to eat you, Oberon thought sourly.

"Come on. Everything's more or less settled! We got the Grail, shenanigans have been duly punished, all that's left is to enjoy the Singularity for the few more days it's gonna last!" She grinned at him wider, which made him feel a little bit like a very stupid squirrel that had walked right into a fox's den with an EAT ME sign. "You have to come! It's the first summer Singularity since you got here, you should at least see what it's like!"

Oberon gave her the most withering stare he could muster, which while wearing this particular face was a little kneecapped. Didn't stop him from trying. "No. I don't. In fact, I refuse. I'm not sure what happened in the Singularity, but you have to have hit your head pretty hard to even think about assuming the words 'summer' and 'beach' have anything at all to do with me. Ever." He grimaced, baring the sharp row of pointed teeth he usually hid with a glamour when in this face just to make a point. "I would rather eat thumbtacks."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," his ridiculous, terrible, horrible, natural disaster of a 'friend'-turned-Master said, flapping a hand. "First off, if head trauma or other grievous bodily harm really caused stuff like that I'd need to be a lot more worried than I am. And secondly, it's not that bad. I'm not even making you put on a swimsuit!"

"First of all, you are insane. Clinically. How has your medical team not all had aneurysms," Oberon asked flatly. "Secondly, if you so much as think the word swimsuit at me again I am never coming out of my room." He crossed his arms. (The only bonus about being in this stupid face was he wasn't accidentally scratching himself with his claw, honestly.) "Go on. You're still completely failing to convince me to come. Try again."

Oh. Wait. No. Abort, abort, that was not a comforting look on her face. In fact it was the opposite. Abort, he took it back.

"Weeeeell," she sing-songed. "Castoria's coming~ She did mention she'd like it if you tagged along for old time's sake~"

Casto-- right. That's what she'd taken to calling her since there were a good goddamn dozen of the girl in the same room back in this metallic hellhole they called a headquarters.

..........fuck.

"I hate you," he said. "I hate you so much. I hate you most out of everything on my long list of things I hate."

Komadori just laughed. "Sure you do," she said fondly. "Now come on, let's go, she's waiting for us at the Command Room."

"If I could set you on fire with the sheer force of my hate," Oberon hissed, undeterred. "God, why did I pick now to attempt to be a decent person? Of all the times, it had to be now."

His horrendous natural disaster of a Master grinned at him again. "Because you like me, despite your protests, and you like her, and you would do anything for us with only slightly less complaining than usual. Now hush. Let's go to the beach! I'll buy you something fruity at the snack stand."

"...make it the biggest bowl of sorbet you can find or something stupidly alcoholic and you have a deal. No, wait. A whole ass watermelon. Those are summery, right?"

He really did hate her. He hated them both. He did.

But...he's a liar, after all. His patchwork existence is a lie, even now, impossible to distinguish from the truth. So if he says he hates them...well. He doesn't know. Even he's never been able to tell whether or not he's lying.

...he's not lying about wanting a whole ass watermelon, though. That's worth the trip to whatever this summery hellscape's going to be. That's the only reason he's going. Definitely. Absolutely.

Ugh.

[daebreaker1]

hello i saw the twst character list.. and i wanted to ask the reasoning behind ortho and idia 😭😭 i'm curious how they got such a low ranking.

Yea, definitely not a problem! This is the one that I was honestly expecting to be asked. Also fun fact: you can tell how rapidly my opinion switched on them, because if you count all the human students in S and A you get eight. These two legitimately used to be in my top 10.

Here is a short blurb, for those who do not want a full backstory, or do not feel comfortable with things mentioned in it: I have a semi-rare medical condition that requires testing. Because of some less than stellar experiences getting these, Ortho and Idia remind me of them and it currently makes me extremely uncomfortable. As of now I do not think they can be redeemed in my eyes, but I will try.

Under the cut is the full story, read at your own discretion. Mentions of medical treatment and forced restraint below. ALSO: If you think you know what condition I have, do NOT mention it. I will block you.

So I have a slightly rare medical condition, rare enough that if you are not a specialist in a field affected by it you probably don't know what it is. I am not going to mention it by name, because I know exactly what happens when I do and how people get and I don't want to deal with that on my blog. Part of that means that whenever I go to a new place for care, there is a revolving door of doctors and nurses who have questions. Makes you feel kinda like a guinea pig, even if they aren't necessarily doing anything bad. But because of this a lot of my early life involved being shuttled off to appointments I really did not want to go to, and having to do all kinds of tests, and I still am supposed to now though significantly less. These tests themselves mostly did not cause issues, just a little bit of humiliation because most of them had to be preformed semi in public (aka the hallway) because of worries about my mobility, and feeling eyes on you from doctors, nurses, and occasionally just random people walking to their exam room is really uncomfortable. However, the bigger issue is what the testing that they have to do on my eyes. They have to do a few extra tests to make sure that my eyes have no problems with them, however things at or near my eyes has always been extremely hard for my anxiety. Because of this, I have had to be physically held down and restrained during them. And I dunno. A lot of this leads me to feeling really REALLY uncomfortable at the sheer amount of lack of consent (because consent given under duress is not consent and contracts signed under duress are also not always legally binding) just makes me feel small and reminds me of screaming and begging to stop and being completely ignored. I know that having your magic cut off, and being physically restrained are two very different things but I just can't stop thinking of it and it has really spoiled my feelings on the two.

I am trying to cope with these feelings and put them out in a healthy way in a fan fiction (which is just how I cope.) I genuinely DO hope I can find some form of redeemability for them, but as of this moment, with the amount of hate and genuine loathing for the both of them I feel, I don't think it's possible.

[silverdecepticon93]

A Charming Fan

💮Requested by Anon: Hi!! May I please request a story in which Eddie is a huge fan of a female reader? Perhaps he attends a con + reader finds his enthusiasm cute? Thank you!!

💮Requested by Anon: can i get more yandere eddie please? 👉👈 especially sappy/hopeless romantic eddie, pretty please?? thank you thank you thank you! 🥰😍❤

Edward, surprisingly, was not a fan of the mystery genre. He hadn’t been for a long time, now. Maybe back when he was a bright-eyed young kid who was easy to dupe but he quickly grew out of that phase, one of the downsides of being so smart is that he would solve the entire plot of the book after reading the first chapter, maybe even in pages less than that. Basically, he simply was too smart for his own good once more and it had long since dampened his love of the fictional mystery genre. Then you started writing.

You, lovely sweet little you. He remembered when Jonathan recommended one of your books to him, insisting that he would very much enjoy your writing and while Edward was skeptical since he couldn’t even enjoy the so-called ‘best of the best’ mystery writer’s works, what would make yours so different? He hadn’t even heard of you before but yet, Jonathan insisted that your works were right up his alley. He didn’t read the book right away, he let it sit on his nightstand for a few days but after one night of obsessively trying to best the Batman, he gave up and plopped on his bed, tired and frustrated. When he looked up, he saw your book on his nightstand and sighed. Oh well, he may as well humor it, perhaps the few 3 minutes of entertainment could help give his brain a little break from the restlessness and buzzing of his overworked mind. Getting into a comfortable position while grabbing the book, he opened it up and began to read…

And then he was enthralled.

It was commendable writing he’d admit. The way your characters acted, spoke, and interacted were so human. The motives and the ‘whodunnit’ enjoyably complex and pulling him in deeper to the mystery and on a few special occasions, actually surprised him with delightful twists and turns. What he liked the most about your writing was how you portrayed your villains, while he liked your characters, your villains were never just pure evil and if they were, it was for their own complex reasons and tragic reasons. Almost like himself.

Such a poet with your words, a genius with your mysteries, and so many other things soon had Edward wondering who was this miraculous writing genius that wrote so beautifully and admirably?

He decided to look you up, finding out as much as he could about you. His heart nearly beat out of his chest when he found out that not only were you around his age but you were stunningly beautiful!

You didn’t have your picture printed on the back of your book like most authors, he’s lucky you didn’t or else he’d probably be too distracted by your photo to ever even start reading your book...and probably end up seething in anger as he thought about the thousands of other people who bought your book, but that didn’t seem to be a problem the more he found out. According to most of your interviews, you didn’t have as many as much as you’d like to have, some of them complaining that your books were too complicated or too hard to figure out, which only made Edward scowl in distaste as he read some of the complaints on book reviews people made on your novels.

Of course it was supposed to be complicated and hard to figure out, it was a mystery book for a reason!

Yet it was another reason why he adored you, because you both were the same. Two underappreciated geniuses that were taken for granted by the small-minded people that surrounded you both. If only he could meet you, to have the chance to talk to you and let you know that at least he appreciated your talents and you as a person in general. So imagine the thrill he felt when he heard you would be attending a local book convention being hosted in Gotham City.

How fortunate for him.

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You sighed softly as you saw people passing your stand, staring bitterly at the neighboring stands that were certainly getting more fans than you were. Was it kinda shallow for you to be jealous of other writers and their countless fans, ones who seemed to simply just give them all the praise in the world and complimented them on their genius and their work well done?

Eh, you didn’t care. All you knew was that you felt like a fool, sitting at your book stand just watching as people passed you like you were invisible, only a couple of few fans really visited you (two or three at the most) the entire day and the rest of the people just asking you where another author’s stand was. As if you weren’t already feeling the sting of being a horrible author.

You sighed and laid your head on the table. You felt like a goddamn fool.

“Ahem, excuse me? Miss (L/n)?” A voice spoke up from above you.

You looked up from your state of self-pity before meeting the green eyes of a rather attractive man. He looked to be around your age, if not a bit older, and had neatly styled brown hair and wore a charming lime green vest over his white dress shirt. He was very dapper looking and spoke so intelligently that it took you rather off-guard.

However what surprised you the most was that you noticed the book in his hands, more specifically, your book. He was a fan?

“I apologize if I’m bothering you.” He began sheepishly. You tried to return your kindest smile towards him while trying to contain your internal excitement, “Don’t be. I’m always delighted to meet people who don’t think I’m an over eccentric nut.”

You laughed lightly at your own joke while the brunet merely began to ramble in response to what you had said.

“Of course not! In fact, I find it rather trivial that some people can’t understand the genius behind your books! Your plots are very well-written, as are your characters, and I- Well, look at me going on.” He grinned nervously at you. Your smile became softer as you tilted your head slightly, “By all means do, it’s not often I get complimented by a fan, a cute one at that.”

The way his smile grew into a wide and goofy one made you chuckle once more as he shyly held his book out to you and slid it across the table with one gloved hand.

“If you would be so kind.” He spoke with a giddy and nervous tone, like a boy asking out their crush.

“Of course!” You beamed in happiness as you grabbed the book and took out your horribly underused pen that had been neglected most of the day, “and who am I making this out to?”

“Edward.” The man, Edward, answered.

He didn’t want to risk the chance of scaring you in case you happened to know about The Riddler, then again, he read that you lived in Central City so he highly doubts that costumed villains with extreme gimmicks aren’t exactly known to you.

“Edward.” You repeated, and goosebumps began to rise from his skin the moment you repeated his name.

He wasn’t sure why but there was something so angelic about the way you said it, something that made his heart skip a beat and his grin grow wider. Everything was enchanting about you that Edward was damn near overwhelmed, feeling as though he’d drown in your very presence alone. A sweet death, if you asked him.

“What a darling name.” You hummed as you slid the book back to him, which he snatched eagerly and continued to smile down at you, trying to ignore the loud thumping of his heart that became deafening in his ears.

“Um, miss (L/n)-”

“Please, call me (Y/n).” You insisted.

(Y/n). Edward had planned to be formal, to want to charm and impress you but it seems as though you were turning the tables on him. He had whispered your name from his mouth before, his mouth unable to suppress a grin whenever he did. If only you’d known how he’d repeated your name over and over again as though it were some kind of chant, or the way he’d obsessively written your name as (Y/n) Nygma when he was too frustrated by Batman to calm him. But to hear you insist that he call you by your name, your name that he had grown so in love with, was a euphoric feeling.

“(Y/n),” He corrected as he clutched the book to his chest, “I was wondering if perhaps I could fulfill that lack of praise you so rightly deserve over a cup of coffee sometime later?”

You blinked dumbfoundedly, well, he certainly wasn’t very shy. Again, if only you had been there when he had obsessively practiced that simple line to ask you out the moment he found out you were coming to Gotham. However, you didn’t know this, and that’s why you took him up on his offer.

“Well, I am in the city for the week. I’d be delighted to have a guide.” You accepted. The way he exhaled in relief and jokingly spoke, “Oh thank God, I thought that wouldn’t’ve worked!” made you giggle once more, which sent him higher than cloud nine.

You both exchanged each other's contact information and bidded each other good day, you already missing him and his company, and him yours. But you shouldn’t worry, darling, if everything goes according to plan, Edward would make sure that your stay for the week would be extended considerably.

[minteyeddevil]

Notice

Asmodeus x GN!MC

Smut/NSFT

(Sex in front of a mirror, confidence issues)

You give a deep sigh, turning yourself around as you gaze at the mirror before you. Your mind was reeling at the thought if your boyfriend would actually enjoy this ‘costume’ of yours. The bodice was form fitting, a pair of long ears atop your head, and at the back end of the suit was a plush white ball, representing the tail of a bunny. Down your legs were fish-net stockings, while black heels graced your feet.

You hated to admit it, but you felt slightly ridiculous in the costume as you stood there staring at yourself in your reflection.

You had received this costume as a gift from you friend and occasional mentor, Solomon. He knew your boyfriend’s taste incredibly well, considering he also had a pact with the famed sorcerer. And he understood that you were having issue with said boyfriend, since you accidentally let it slip to him how you had been feeling.

Visiting him, as well Simeon and Luke, at Purgetory Hall for a day of tea and sweets, you were talking about how Asmodeus had been involved in several new fashion events for Majolish, where he always looked down right amazing. It made you feel...less than, to be honest.

“I have zero confidence in my body,” you seemed to mumble, though more to yourself, “and Asmo is so amazing and glamorous. Perfect for any demon, and I’m just...a gross human. Even other demons say things like that and would prefer to have him be with someone other than me.”

“I know for a fact that Asmo would fight those demons head on for saying such things about you,” Solomon replied immediately, putting his cup down and placing a hand on his chin while he listened. “Asmodeus is crazy about you, MC. You don’t need to down yourself whatsoever when it comes to him.”

He stood and walked over to the couch you were sitting on, and sat next to you, placing a hand on yours with a smile on his lips. “I’m sure, if you allow me, I can help you a bit with this confidence issue, and get Asmo’s full attention on you if that will help you feel better.”

But, this was not the idea you had in mind at all.

A bunny costume, similar to the one he wore when doing that event that Mammon got them all dragged into. Only...risque.

You huffed, pressing your hands to you face, causing the ears to slump forward a bit more over your forehead.

“This just looks ridiculous,” you mumbled into your hands, too distracted by your own thoughts to hear the door to your bedroom open and close.

A pair of slender arms wrapped around your waist suddenly, making you gasp at and try to turn to see who was holding you; but his voice reached your ears and he refused to let you go.

“I think it looks rather sexy on you, my love,” he practically purred in your ear, making you visibly shutter. “Did you put this on for me?”

When you mutely nodded, too enraptured by watching his hands trace over the bodice around your chest, he simply giggled and mutter by your ear, “You shouldn’t have.”

His fingers hooked along the cups over your chest, and pulled them down slightly, allowing your nipples to peak out over the top of the fabric. His rose gold eyes never left you as he pinched and rolled them between his fore and middle finger.

“Such a shame,” he sighed dramatically, nipping at your ear once more. “You look so lovely in this, yet I plan on ripping it off of you.”

Watching him work you in the mirror made little pants escape your throat; but part of you wished to hide your flushed face, so you covered it with your hands, almost on instinct.

Immediately he pulled your hands away, tutting you for trying to hide.

“None of that,” he scolded, his hands returning to your sides, “I want you to watch me love you, MC.”

His hands slid down your sides and around to your front, one hand moving the fabric covering your sex, while the other came forward to cup and rub you. The sensation made your knees almost buckle, pressing your bottom back against his pelvis. He grinned at your reflection before taking a hand away to place two fingers into his mouth and lather them with his saliva, before returning them back to find your entrance. He dipped one finger in, pumping it slowly, watching the pleasure building openly on your face. His rose gold eyes locked once more in the mirror with your own.

“Would you like more?”

You visibly swallowed, your mouth having gone incredibly dry, as you nodded to him.

His hands left you for a moment, as he undid the front of his pants, the belt and zipper sounding much louder in your ears as you wiggled your bottom against him eagerly. You felt a warmth between her legs as he pressed against you, and your face flushed further when you saw his tip pressed between your thighs in your shared reflection.

His hands went to tease at your chest once more, as he rolled his hips against you, practically fucking your thighs at this point. His tip brushed your entrance with each thrust, and you groaned loudly, leaning forward so your hands were braced against the mirror. He took advantage of your new angle, pressing his tip into your entrance, painfully slowly.

You shifted your legs to allow him more room to press in, and your mouth slacked open when you felt completely filled with his cock. A deep groan came from him, and you looked up to see his eyes searing into your reflection.

“I love you so much, MC,” he rasped, and he began thrusting into you hard immediately, making you gasp with each one. You saw your own face in the mirror, flushed cheeks and hooded eyes staring back at you. You watched your own body bounce with each of his thrusts, and it was strange how it seemed to excite you more, seeing yourself like this because of him.

He sped up his pace, fingers digger into your hips as he pulled you flush against him. One arm came around your chest, pulling you up, making your back bow against his chest. You could see yourself fully in the mirror, as Asmodeus’ rose gold eyes looked at your face in the reflection.

“You are my master,” he breathed, gripping you tightly, “I worship everything about you, my love. Your body is gorgeous, perfection, amazing, everything and all in between. I love you, I love you, I love you!”

His voice was airy against your ear, as you felt your lower belly burn and limbs tighten against him, your head falling back against his shoulder as his name left your throat. You felt him swell within you, and he held you flush against him, filling you to the brim. You could feel his thumping heartbeat against your back, as he kept you close and moved you towards the bed, where you both collapsed down together.

He had pulled from you reluctantly, but kept his arms around you, hugging you close to him. You let out a few panting breaths, before setting into a bit of giggles.

“What do you find so funny, MC?”

“I still think this outfit is ridiculous. But I am glad you enjoyed me in it,” you replied, turning in his arms to face him.

“I love you in everything, and in nothing, MC,” he retorted with a smirk, and you buried your face in his chest to hide your blushing face.

“For the record, this was Solomon’s idea.”

He gave a mix between a sigh and a laugh.  “I kind of assumed so.”

At this, you pulled away a bit, looking up towards his face. “Did he tell you?”

“Not exactly,” he admitted. “But he did kind of get on me for not showing you more attention and helping you feel loved and adored as you should be. So I assumed something was up.”

You gave an annoyed huff, vowing to make that sorcerer pay for sharing what you had told him in confidence; but Asmodeus cupped your cheek, bringing youe attention back to him.

“Don’t worry about him, MC. Despite him getting on my case, I appreciate his push. I understand why you didn’t share these feelings with me; but please, always come to me with things that bother you in the future, okay? You are the love of my life, and I want to make sure you and everyone else knows it!”

You felt your heart flutter as he leaned forward to capture your lips with his own.

You agreed within yourself, that you would promise this demon to share everything with him from now on.

[5-seconds-of-bucky]

The Dock

A/N: So I’m writing for Bucky now...☺️ I wrote this for @wkemeup’s 9k writing challenge but also not? I’ve had the idea in my head for a while now so I thought I’d participate! I included the prompt, but it’s not so much the plot of the story so much as just part of it. Anyways, happy reading!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger!Reader

Summary: After a long time of mutual pinning, a night on the dock helps you and Bucky finally confess your feelings for each other

Word count: 4.5k+

Warnings: Swearing, reader gets catcalled, violence, excessive usage of the middle finger

Prompt: Character A is the target of harassment on the street. Shamed, they pretend it doesn’t bother them. Until it happens in the presence of Character B, who reigns hell on whoever dared to upset [A]

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You awoke to your head bobbing on the car window and the sound of crunching gravel as the car pulled into the driveway of Tony’s lake house. Your neck ached from leaning over in a strange position for so long and you groaned as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

Bucky grinned from the seat beside you. “Sleep well?” he asked, nudging your calf with his foot. “You got a little drool there.”

“Oh, shut up.” You stuck your middle finger up in his direction. “I slept very well, actually. Thank you for asking.”

“I can tell.” You lifted up your other hand to flip him off again, causing him to chuckle. “Ooh, two middle fingers. I’m really scared now.”

The two of you were too busy teasing each other to realize that the car had stopped and Sam and Natasha had already gotten out of it. A knock on the window your head was resting on made you turn around, seeing Sam’s face a little too close for your liking.

“Are you two gonna stop flirting and help us with the bags or should I let you bake in the car?” he asked. With a roll of your eyes, you opened the car door, making sure to bump Sam in the process. Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks, glad that you weren’t looking over towards him to see it. “I’m taking this silence to mean that you do want to roast in the car.”

“Sam, would you shut up?” you laughed, casually sticking a middle finger up behind your back as you walked past him to the trunk.

“You and these middle fingers today,” Sam muttered.

“I have another one if you’d like to see it.” You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder.

“I’m good.” He picked up his bag from the ground before heading towards the house, which the rest of the team was already situated in. You went to grab your suitcase but Bucky swatted your hand away, grabbing it himself and closing the trunk.

“I got it,” he insisted like the true gentleman he was. As much as you wanted to argue, you knew it wouldn’t get you anywhere.

“Why thank you, good sir.” You bumped his shoulder with your own and walked ahead, jumping up the three steps to the porch and opening the door.

“All in a day’s work.” He lifted the suitcases up the steps with ease and slipped past you to get inside. The feeling of air conditioning inside the cabin was a major relief from the heat outside.

“Glad to see the lovebirds finally showed up,” Tony said once you and Bucky were completely inside the cabin.

“You better watch out, Tony. Y/N’s got middle fingers for days over there.”

“Shut up, Sam!”

A chorus of laughter rang out throughout the cabin and you made sure to shoulder check Sam as you passed him to get to the kitchen.  

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“Okay, I have the perfect plan to get you and Barnes together this weekend,’ Natasha said as she pulled out clothes from her suitcase. You two were sharing a room for the week and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or not. You loved Nat to death but lately she had been trying especially hard to get you to make a move on Bucky and it was only slightly annoying.

“The perfect plan, huh? Even more perfect than the last perfect plan?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I forgot to account for the fact you both have a tendency to wake up at ungodly hours in the morning last time. I promise it’s foolproof this time.”

“Well then, let’s hear it.”

“Alright. Before you got in here--you know, when you were busy flirting with Bucky.” She winked, to which you rolled your eyes. “Well Tony was talking about taking the boat out and going tubing. So what we have to do is get you and Bucky to go on the tube together. Tony’s a crazy driver so you’ll get thrown off pretty fast. Bucky will get so worried he’ll just have to confess his love to you.”

“Two issues.” You pointed a finger at her. “One, how am I going to get Bucky on a tube? It will be hard enough to get him on the boat alone. Two,” You held up another finger. “why would he confess his love at that very moment? That’s insane.”

“One,” She grabbed one of your fingers and put it down. “he’s whipped for you. I guarantee that if you ask, he’ll do it without a second thought.”

“Sure he would,” you scoffed.

“Uh, I know he would.” She gave you a knowing smirk. “Two, he gets worried about you all the time and I’ve seen him get close to confessing every time. We just gotta push him over the edge.”

“Bucky getting protective is just him being my best friend. He used to be just like that with Steve too.” You put your arm down, shuffling over to your own bed to take some clothes out of the blue suitcase on top of it.

“No, it’s definitely more than best friend love.” She moved to sit down on your bed.

“Either way, it usually ends in some kind of fight and I’d like to avoid that this weekend.”

“Who’s he gonna fight? Tony?”

“I mean, you never know.” It wouldn’t be the first time.  

~

“I can’t wait to get back and shove these things in my mouth,” you said with a grin as you exited the bakery behind Bucky, a bag of donut holes in your hand.

“Gee, really? It’s almost like you haven’t been talking about it for the past three days,” Bucky chuckled, reaching for the bag.

You pulled the bag away from him with a fake scoff. “Oh, I don’t think so, mister. We have to wait until we get back. The anticipation makes them taste better.”

“You’re insufferable.” He elbowed your side and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Damn, you looking fine over there, mama!”

You took in a sharp breath. It wasn’t all that uncommon for you to get cat called while out and about. You were in New York City, for fucks sake. That didn’t mean that it made you feel any less uncomfortable, though.  

As much as it stung, you didn’t want to start anything. You stared straight ahead and prayed Bucky didn’t hear it. Much to your dismay though, he stiffened next to you, subtly glancing back to see who was talking to you in such a vulgar way. Damn that supersoldier enhanced hearing.

“Hey, sweetcheeks!” You felt a tug on your shoulder. “Didn’t you hear me?”

You huffed, shaking the harsh grip off your shoulder and picking up the pace. You expected Bucky to keep going with you so you continued walking, frowning when you noticed he wasn’t beside you anymore.

“Listen here, you little shit,” Bucky seethed, stepping in front of the man and blocking you from his sight. “She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you. Leave her, and every other woman you ever lay your beady little eyes on, alone.”

“And what’re you gonna do about it?” the man smirked. “She need her boyfriend to defend her?”

Bucky stepped closer, crossing his arms and giving the famous ‘Bucky stare.’ “Doesn’t matter who I am. You better back the fuck away before I make you life hell.”

A few onlookers started lingering around, some with their phones out and recording the scene, almost as if they wanted to see a fight break out between the two men. ‘Winter Soldier vs Everyday Pedestrian  was sure to be trending somewhere soon enough.

“Buck,” you said quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and ignoring the obvious stares you were receiving, most notably from the man whose face Bucky was ready to punch in. “Let’s just go.”

You could see the gears turning in his head, trying to decide if he should let it go or punch the living daylights out of the guy. He let out a soft sigh after a moment, relaxing into your grip. With one last look at the man, he turned around and placed his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you forward.

“Aye, it’s all good. I’m sure I’ll see that tight ass ‘round here soon anyways.”

That was the last straw for Bucky. He growled with a ferocity you hadn’t heard before and whipped around, not even hesitating to use his metal arm to punch the guy. The crowd gasped, more bringing their phones out to capture what was sure to be a great fight.

“What the fuck was-” Bucky grabbed him by his collar, pushing him up again the exposed brick of a restaurant.

“There’s plenty more where that came from and, judging by the way you’re looking at me, I bet you don’t want to see it. So do the rest of humanity a favor and fuck off.” He let go of the man’s collar and stepped back, unclenching his fist and pivoting back towards you. “Come on, doll.”

You shook the shock off your face and fell into step next to him. His arm warped around you, pulling you into his side. You could feel the fumes radiating off of him as you walked back to the tower, choosing to stay quiet as you let him cool off.

You paused once you reached the entrance of the tower. Tony probably already knew about what happened and he sure wasn’t going to be happy about it. Bucky’s media presence hadn’t necessarily been bad lately, but it wasn’t perfect either. The public was still wary. To many, the Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier were still the same person.  

Things definitely felt off when you entered. You got the side eye from a few people in the elevator and you weren’t sure if it was because of the fight fiasco or because of how tightly Bucky was holding you to his side.

“Want to eat these in my room?” you asked once you stepped off the elevator.

“Sounds good.” His voice was distant as his eyes searched the room.

“Mr. Barnes,” FRIDAY’s voice startled the two of you, making you drop the donut holes. “Mr. Stark has requested to see you in his office.”

Bucky sighed. “I’ll be there in a few.” He picked up the bag and handed it back to you. “Apparently, I have business to attend to.”

You simply nodded. He went in the other direction towards Tony’s office pausing at the door before knocking. You sent him a thumbs up before he went in, but he didn’t look back at you to see it. You retreated to your room, placing your wallet on the dresser and popping a donut hole in your mouth.

“Maybe I should get a plate,” you wondered aloud. You needed to grab your water bottle anyways. Might as well make the trip. You put the donut holes on your bed and started making your way to the kitchen.

“She’s perfectly capable of handling herself, you know.” You couldn’t help but stop as you heard Tony’s voice through the door of his office.

“But she shouldn’t have to.” Bucky sounded stressed and you could only imagine the hell Tony was reigning on him. “Her ignoring him wasn’t going to do anything. I didn’t want to beat the guy up but he was harassing her and it needed to stop.”

“And this doesn’t have anything to do with any particular feelings you have for her, right?” The sarcasm was heavy in his voice.

“Tony-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Barnes. You know how the public sees you. I don’t know how we’re going to fix this.”

“That guy harassed her! I couldn’t stand there and just let it happen!” God, you wanted to give him a hug so bad right now.

“I don’t care what it was, Bucky. Having heart eyes for Y/N doesn’t mean-” You took that as your cue to leave. You grabbed a plate and two water bottles from the kitchen and made sure to take the long way around to your room in order to avoid whatever was going on between the two of them.

Bucky showed up a half hour later, plopping down next to you on your bed with a little more space than usual.

~

“I’m just saying, it could work.” Nat got off your bed. “The cookout’s starting soon. Put on something cute.” She was gone before you could respond, leaving you to look for an outfit that would, as Nat liked to say, “knock Bucky off his ass.”

---

“Ooh, Y/N, looking to impress someone?” Sam called out as you walked out into the backyard. It seemed that most everyone else was already out there, helping make dinner or sitting on the dock.

You stuck up your middle finger in reply, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.

“Oh stop it, Sam,” Wanda said as she walked towards you. “You look amazing!”

“Aww, thank you! You look absolutely stunning yourself.” Wanda reached out her hand and nodded towards the dock, urging you to come with her and join the group. You grabbed it and let her drag you down there, giving a small wave to Bucky as you passed him near the grill.

Bucky waved back, a grin spanning the expanse of his face at the sight of you. He kept his gaze on you as you made your way down to the dock, not even realizing just how intently he was staring.

“Someone’s staring at you,” Nat said with a suggestive smirk once you were close enough to the dock.

“He has a starting problem. We all know that,” you argued, sitting down across from her.

“I don’t know. He looks like he wants nothing more than to-”

“Nat, I love you, but please shut up.” She raised her hands up in the defense and Wanda giggled.

“I’m just saying.”

“You okay over there?” Steve shifted his focus from the burgers to his 100-year-old friend for a second, of course noticing the sudden silence that ensued the second you entered Bucky’s line of vision. “Buck?”

“Huh?” Bucky’s head turned sharply in Steve’s direction.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” A shy smile.

“Are you going to ask her out soon?” He flipped some burgers over and pulled the lid of the grill closed.

“I’m getting to it, yeesh,” Bucky chuckled.

“That’s what you’ve been saying since forever.”

“And it’s what I’ll keep saying every time you pester me about it.”

“Well if you don’t make a move soon, maybe I’ll swoop in-”

“Nope! You will not do that.” He nudged Steve in the shoulder and started making his way to the dock. “You absolutely will not do that.”

Soon. He was going to do it soon.

---

“Who’s next?” Tony called from the driver’s seat of the boat. You handed Sam a towel as he got back on the boat, drenched from flying off the tube a second earlier.

“You should go with Bucky.” Wanda nudged you with a teasing smile. You glanced over to the man in question, seeing him sitting next to Steve. He wore a t-shirt and swim shorts with a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, and he looked damn good.

“I’ll go,” you announced, standing up and taking your t-shirt off, leaving you in your favorite swimsuit and a pair of shorts. You handed Wanda the shirt so it wouldn’t get wet. “Anyone wanna go with me?” Wanda jabbed your leg and gave you a playful glare.

“Go with her,” Steve muttered to Bucky, bumping his shoulder with his own.

“I don’t know, Steve.” Bucky sighed. Steve rolled his eyes, knowing that his best friend just needed a little push. 

“Bucky will go with you,” Steve said a bit louder than necessary. Bucky groaned quietly at his friend, taking off his sunglasses and putting them in his seat. He made sure to give Steve a certain look before making his way towards the back of the boat. You both grabbed your life jackets and started securing them as Sam moved out of your way.

“Cyborg!” Tony called out. “You going to take your shirt off?”

You felt Nat snort as she helped you off of the back of the boat and onto the tube. “Yeah, Bucky. Why don’t you show off your muscles for your girlfriend here.”

“Nat!” You paused for a second to look back at her with fake betrayal.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” He snapped the last clasp on the life vest and checked to make sure you were all the way on the tube so he could start getting on.

“Oh, come on, Buckaroo!” Sam laughed. He started a chant of “take it off” with the rest of the team (even you, though you’d never admit it).

“Fine,” Bucky grumbled, hastily taking off the life jacket and shirt. He threw the shirt to the middle of the boat and resecured the lifevest, ignoring Nat’s hand offered out for help as he climbed on the tube. His famous Bucky glare melted off his face the second he saw your bright smile and he found himself smiling too.

“I don’t know how well this is going to go but it’s gonna be fun,” you said as he grabbed onto the handles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Tony’s a crazy driver and we’ve never been able to get you on a tube before. I’m betting you’ll fly off in the first three minutes.”

The tube jerked forwards before Bucky could say anything else. You started picking up speed quickly and soon enough, Bucky was holding the handles with a death grip. You ended up being right and about two minutes in, you hit a wave that threw him off.

“Are you okay?” you asked in between laughs as he struggled to get back on.

“Yeah,” he muttered, a hint of annoyance on his face. You threw a thumbs up to Tony, who nodded and started moving again. “It’s like he’s trying to throw us off.”

“Well half the fun is falling off.”

“You people have strange ways of entertaining yourselves on Sunday afternoons.”

“What would you suggest we rather do then?”

“I don’t know. Something that doesn’t involve giving myself whiplash for ‘fun.’”

“You’re such an old man.” You let go of a handle to smack his arm. Of course, at that exact moment, you hit a wave strong enough to throw both of you off. You shrieked as you flew off of the tube before smacking the water. Whether it was the lack of paying attention or a scheme by Nat and Steve, the boat kept going, leaving the two of you floating in the middle of the lake by yourselves.

“Where are they going?” You furrowed your eyebrows, though a grin was still evident on your face.

“Are you okay?” Bucky ignored your question as he swam over to you, worriedly grabbing your face and checking for injury.

“Buck, I’m fine,” you said, though you didn’t do anything to stop his injury check. He sighed and looked towards the direction the boat went. It seemed that they were already long gone.

“That shriek had me worried there for a second, doll.” His hands dropped from your cheeks and you found yourself missing his touch.

“No need to worry. I’m all good over here.”

“Good.”

A lull of conversation fell over the two of you as you treaded water. You slowly moved closer, noses almost touching when Bucky glanced down to your lips. You nodded. I want this too.

His lips brushed over yours: eyes closed and hands dipping under the water to grab your waist.

“There you are!” you heard Sam’s voice shout. You quickly separated, looking awkwardly down at the water as you tried to focus on anything but each other. “Thought we lost you. Didn’t interrupt anything, I hope.” He smirked at Bucky.

This time, it was Bucky flipping him off.

---

You tried to be quiet as possible as you tiptoed through the hallway, hoping that you wouldn’t step on any particularly squeaky floorboards in the dark. You started opening drawers once you made it to the kitchen in search of a flashlight. Did Tony even own basic technology like that?

“What are you doing, doll?” A soft voice broke you from your thoughts. A pair of blue eyes stared back at you.

“Did I wake you up?”

“No.” He shook his head.

“Oh, okay.”

“You look like a deer in headlights.” His lips turned into an almost smile. “Are you running away?”

“Just down to the dock. Need to clear my mind.” Nightmares.

He nodded. An unspoken understanding. Maybe that’s what made you such great friends.

“Mind if I join?”

“Sure.” You finally found a flashlight and grabbed it, sliding the drawer shut with your hip. You slid the glass door to the porch open, leaving Bucky to follow you out.  

Warmth surrounded you as you made your way to the dock. The humidity was atrocious during the day but at night, it was somehow comforting. The buzzing of bugs in the surrounding woods brought you a level of peace that the hum of air conditioning inside couldn’t. You sat down at the edge of the dock, dipping your toes in the cool lakewater.

Bucky sat down next to you a moment later. Your silence contrasted with that of the busy summer night, but it was comfortable. Nothing needed to be said; the presence of each other was more than enough.

“You know,” he started, his gaze not leaving the shoreline across the way. “I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.”

You glanced over to him for a second, taking subtle notice of his features when his guard was down. The dark circles under his eyes mirrored yours, yet he looked relaxed.

“And what if I don’t?” The slight stain of your voice didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I’m not going anywhere.” His head turned to meet you eyes. The soft upturn of your lips and content sigh told him that was the right answer. Your hand inched closer to his, your pinkies brushing on the splintered wood of the dock.

“How do you always know what to say?” Your gaze followed his across the lake, catching sight of a few deer grazing on the grass at the edge of the woods.

“I guess being alive for 106 years has to give me some kind of wisdom, right?”

You snorted, breaking the quiet atmosphere the two of you had created for the first time that night.

“I dunno. You’re still kind of a dumbass.”

“And you're still kind of a smartass, so where does that get us?” A grin spread across his face and there was no sight you loved more.

“God, I love seeing you smile.” A blush coated his cheeks at your words and he prayed you couldn’t see it in the dark of the night.

Your hands inched closer for a second time that night. A metal hand reached across to grab yours, his other arm going around your waist to pull you closer. Your head rested beneath his chin as he rubbed circles into your side.

“Thank you,” you mumbled after a few minutes of quiet.

“For what?”

“Your face.”

His chest rumbled with laughter and he squeezed you just the slightest bit tighter. “Glad I could be of service, doll.”

“Seriously, though . . .Thank you for being around. I know we joke around a lot but it really means a lot that you’re willing to sit out here with me.”

“I mean, technically, it was more of me inviting myself than putting myself through the torture of sitting here with you.”

You pulled away from his chest, shifting yourself so you could look at him better. “For real, Buck.” You put your hands on his cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Just do it, Bucky. Now’s the time.

He let out a breath as he smiled, looking anywhere but in your eyes as he contemplated what to do next. The hand not holding your waist came to brush back a piece of hair that had fallen in your face.

“Can I kiss you?”

You looked shocked for a moment, leaving him to wonder if he’d been reading it wrong all along. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry! I thought that-”

You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. Your hands moved to wrap around his neck as his grabbed your hips. It was everything you needed and yet it still wasn’t enough.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this to happen,” you breathed once you pulled away. This grin on your face mirrored his as he pressed his forehead against yours, wanting to keep you as close as possible.

“Actually . . . I think I might.” He dipped back in for another kiss, this one a bit softer than the first, but just as passionate.

A sudden breeze swept through the night and you shivered. It would have been a relief from the heat if you weren’t already having chills due to the man in front of you.

“Let’s get you back inside, doll.”

You were reluctant to let go of him. The moment you’d been waiting for for so long finally happened and you felt yourself scared to be too far from him.

You shifted your weight back so he could get up, not realizing just how close to the edge of the dock you were. Bucky let go of your hips before you could warm him and you felt yourself falling backwards in slow motion. A small yelp left your lips and Bucky’s attempt to save you was futile as your hands slipped through his.

“Cold, cold, cold!” you chanted once you surfaced, barely hearing yourself over how loud Bucky was laughing.

“Are you okay?” he choked out in between his laughter, kneeling at the edge of the dock and holding his hand out towards you. You grabbed his hand with a glare.

“I have half a mind to yank you in here with me.” His eyes widened at your words.

“Don’t you dare!” You tugged his arm lightly, just enough to get his face closer to yours.

“I guess I can spare you. Just this one time.” You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling yourself up onto the dock. “But I think I deserve a hug for my troubles.”

“Can’t deny my girlfriend that, now can I?” He pulled you into a hug, cradling your head on his chest and pressing his lips to your hairline.

“I’m your girlfriend, huh? Damn, we’re moving fast! Do you have the wedding planned already?”

“Oh please. I think we all know we’ve basically been dating for a while now.”

“Perhaps.” The two of you stayed in that position for a moment longer before another breeze came.  “Should we go in now that we’re both wet and cold?”

“That sounds like a fantastic idea, doll.” Keeping an arm around each other, you slowly made your way back to the cabin, already making plans for a proper date once the trip was over.

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op, p l e a s e do this one.

gn-mc is a great fighter according to their profile, but everyone severely underestimates them, since they’re kinda short and they’re thinking it’s to human standards. as soon as they come though the three (Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer) realise that the number of fights have gone down, and that RAD is a lot more quiet. Apparently mc had fought all the trouble makers or scary students on a whim, and has forced like 30+ scary demons into pacts, and plans to conquer RAD’s bad students. on top of that, they’re just like “one day i’ll beat the shit out of diavolo too fair and square, and conquer him as well.” for the brothers and undateables. bonus if mc said they only started their “conquest” because someone tried to bully Luke, so they decided to just conquer the demons for him like a good? older sibling

Holy shit OP this is what I signed up for when I started doing headcanons. Recently I’ve been working on my actual novel but I am still writing these out! I decided to answer this first because the creativity just HIT me.

The part that killed me is just how they did it for luke, I love him like my own son. Also side note the goth theme on tumblr hits different I really like. WARNING - a little bit of language, and violence.

Everyone reacting to GN!MC “conquering” RAD’s demons

Lucifer

He had chosen you and noticed your profile, thinking that is was almost cute humans would consider a tiny thing like you strong.

He immediately brushed you off when he saw how close you were to the chihuahua, thinking that you too, are just like a tiny chihuahua then.

But he soon hears less and less about fights going around, and even Diavolo investigates with him, and he is beyond shocked. He severely underestimated you.

He finds out because he forced some lesser demons to talk, and they were in tears saying you forced them to make a pact with you each time they lose, and by your order they weren’t allowed to fight students anymore, or else you’d punish them.

Although it was the truth he didn’t quite believe it, so they followed you around for a day before realising it absolutely was, you kicked ass so hard, the demon was crying and unrecognisable, and you forced him into a pact while snot was even coming out his nose.

He then sees you open the door behind you and take Luke’s hand before walking away from the bloody scene you had just caused. He was slightly angry and a bit intimidated, how did you, a tiny human do that?

When he confronted you about it, you just held onto his shoulders tightly, answering with “I’ll conquer you too, I’ll conquer Diavolo, I’ll conquer all of RAD, fucker. I am going to protect this child with my life.”

He was about to argue back, possibly attack you, but according to all the students investigated, you had well over 50 pact marks by now, and Diavolo found it amusing, so you were let off with that.

He swears he won’t submit to you, and has to stay on high defense because even at the HOL you will try to attack him with murderous intent to get the pact. 0/10, wants a new exchange students.

Mammon

He was the first one you made a pact with, and afterwards he started following you around like a dog, despite literally calling Luke a dog.

He knew you were a good fighter since you kept saying so, but he kept telling you demons were another level, and you should be glad to have him.

You and Luke hung around a lot, while Mammon thirdwheeled, and finally came the day of your first fight. Mammon was ready to defend you, but you ordered him to sit as you beat the literal fuck out of the demon.

Mammon couldn’t tell if that was a lesser demon or a dismembered corpse at that point, and covered Luke due to all of their screaming in agony. When you were done, you kicked their head into a wall and demanded a pact, making him slightly pouty but happy he’s alive:

Getting the pact, you left and gave a head pat to both Luke and Mammon, telling them that they’re safe with you. Mammon didn’t like it at first but then he loved it.

It didn’t take Lucifer long to find out, and when you told him with such confidence that you’d “conquer all of RAD, including Diavolo” he was like woah!! You’re going to die for that, but you’re amazing!!

And then you didn’t die, because Diavolo found it funny, and you were only serving justice to those who cause mayhem at the moment, so it was fine. He also accidentally finds out that you rival Lucifer in power, and absolutely won’t let Lucifer punish him, because in your words, “Mammon is my property now, whore.”

You were the only person to protect him, and he absolutely loves you, he may be weaker than you, but he loves staying by your side and saying he’d beat people up for you anyways.

Leviathan

Levi never really talked to you at first, nor found out about the incidents because he didn’t go to school, but when he heard Mammon talking about it he thought he was exaggerating a lot.

Even Lucifer said you were strong, but he refused to believe it at first, even denying the pact marks you had. Until you beat the life out of Levi during the TSL games.

He got angry at you and tried to kill you, so you ripped him apart, quite aggressively. He swore his tail had bite marks in them, and that he couldn’t see out of his left eye for a week. The icing on top was you demanding a pact from him. He finally believed.

After you calmed, he made a pact with you, and was now afraid of you, until you comforted and apologized to him, telling him he did try to kill you first.

When Luke comes over one day, you invite him into Levi’s room, no permission, and start to talk, and when Levi tries to make fun of him, Mammon shuts his mouth.

“Luke is the whole reason they decided to start their conquest, the whole school knows that by now!” Mammon shushed him, and Levi began feeling a little jealous that the chihuahua got more of your attention than him. But when he hears that you ALSO want to conquer Diavolo, he’s just like !?!!??? You’re crazy.

But more than that you’re like some over powered anime protagonist who got sucked into a different world with over powered plot armor, Levi thought, and he really liked it.

Begs you to come with him when he’s trying to buy stuff in lines, so anyone who tries to cut gets the life beat out of them when they do.

Satan

Absolutely member #2 of your fan boy club, Diavolo being the first one in it.

He thinks oh yeah, you can fight sure. But when he witnesses it he absolutely loses his mind. A human shouldn’t be that strong, but the way you force a pact mark from them, and even defended the tiny chihuahua before leaving, while being tiny yourself, he was interested in how your body worked.

But what really excited him and made him like you is when Lucifer entered the room and you sent a flying kick to him, putting up a harsh fight as well, before you break the table when you were knocked into it, calling it a tie.

“I swear one day I’ll conquer you and force you to make a pact with me. I’ll wipe that smug look off your face, fucker. And once I do that, I’ll beat the shit out of your prince, too.” You spat, getting up and holding your back.

So now you went from protecting the chihuahua to devildom domination? Basically asks you to make a pact with him so you can use him to fight Lucifer. When you tell him you want a fair fight, and that you’ll beat Lucifer yourself, he’s just so excited because you held your own for five minutes, and Lucifer can’t even kill you!

Literally tags along each time you decided to fight Lucifer and cheers you on so hard. Will purposely try to make you and Lucifer run into each other at the halls, so you automatically try to hurt him.

Please tell him not to eat so much popcorn, we know the show is good but it’s like he has boxes of them now knowing you’re hating? on Lucifer like him.

Asmodeous

Has absolutely freaked out and began cowering in a corner, shaking, begging you anywhere but the face.

He came to watch the show of you beating up a demon, not realizing it was you at first. When he did, he was so shocked and got closer to make sure.

You mistook him for the demon’s crew who made fun of look and tried to attack, seeing red. He held his own for a minute, before you almost rip off his wing in one swing.

He’s begging for forgiveness like the demons, despite not doing anything wrong at all. When you calm and realize it’s just human, you make the other demons unrecognizable and get your pacts, before making your way to him.

He’s just crying not his face, while you just say “Pact mark.” Pointing out you won fair and square against him, too.

He gives it too you beyond willingly, just not his face, he doesn’t even think twice. Nodding, you take Luke’s hand and leave.

He has to leave too for then next class, but then sees Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos confront you.

Is afraid for you but then you literally punch Lucifer and tell him you’ll conquer him, and then turn to Diavolo and declare his ass as your own, making Asmo secretly swoon but worried.

Actively tried to avoid you while at the HOL for awhile, but noticing your docile nature when you’re not fighting, he felt a little comfortable with you, and right now his only concern is how many callouses your hands are getting from punching thick skulls.

Beelzebub

This man wanted to believe you when you said you were a strong fighter in passing conversation with him, but he just couldn’t. You were the tiniest creature he’d ever seen, and he was so sure you’d crush under one of his hugs.

He heard you were protecting Luke from the whispers of lesser demons, but he didn’t think it was through fighting.

This all changes when on his way to practice, he watches you beat up one of his teammates so hard they’re crying, they’re so huge, and yet lost to you, and the fact you sent him flying and cracked a wall, by one kick.

When you said you wanted a pact mark, he was shocked the rumors were true. On top of that, Luke was near by holding a cake he planned to give Beel as thanks for something he did for him earlier that week.

He watched you wipe the blood off your hand and pat Luke’s head, with a gentle smile. When he came in, Luke ran to him and gave him the cake, and he learned everything.

You were the one subduing the demons around here, big or small, and even protected Luke. He even learned that you challenge three totally strong demons, Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo.

He totally believed you could do it now, with what he just witnessed. He’s seen his fair share of fights with egotistical demons thinking they’re so tough just because they play sports, and he’s seen guys at the gym, you were beyond that.

You had speed, strength, and great perception. Wasn’t even mad that practice was delayed, and began going to the gym with you, and will happily play with Luke too, another older sibling figure for Luke.

Belphegor

When he exited the attic and tried to kill you he watch his brothers grab popcorn from the sidelines, as they said to him enjoy dying.

He was confused at first, but then got the LIVING HELL beat out of him, oh how the turns have tabled. He intended to murder you, but you nearly killed him.

You forced a pact out of him as well, kicking him repeatedly where the sun doesn’t shine until he agreed, understanding why even Lucifer stood back. It’s not because they wanted you dead, it’s because they couldn’t stop you.

When he gains consciousness later, he finds out Lucifer is the only brother you haven’t made a pact with, and that you have over 80 pacts at this rate, and that you even planned to conquer Diavolo.

He thought it was stupid at first but after seeing you fight Lucifer, with no cheats just your normal hands for combat, while Lucifer was in demon form struggling, he understood he really liked you.

“Soooo... when are you beating the shit out of Diavolo?” He asks, and he also nearly makes the mistake of calling Luke a dog before Beel puts a hand over his mouth.

Jaw nearly drops and he loses his mind when he finds out you only started beating the shit out of people to make Luke happy.

Diavolo

This man just fucking cackles, like after watching you fight, he’s just in full tears from laughing. He’s just clapping, and telling you that’s amazing.

When Lucifer asked why you did it, you stood tall despite your short stature, and looked him in the eye with no fear. “I’ll beat each fucker who approached Luke, I’m going to defend him with all my fists got, and if you get in my way, I’ll do the same to you.” You said, before turning to Diavolo.

You walked up to him, and pulled his tie down so he could meet your eyes, and declared, “I’ll even beat the shit out of and conquer you too, one day, prince. I’ll be the ruler of this place one day. Prepare yourself for that day, until then, I won’t stop:”

This makes him laugh, not belittling you, but telling you he can’t wait, and he hopes that day comes soon, because he wants to fight you as well, and he hopes you hold nothing back against him.

He loves how strong you are, he loves how you want to protect Luke, he loves that you only did it to protect, and didn’t even bother to summon a demon, you did it with your own style. That took guts, confidence, and the fact you told him of all people with that confidence you would one day conquer him, his heart fluttered.

He would definitely start watching over you, and probably fan boy over you. The first person to ever force the prince of the Devildom to lower himself; and they even declared they would be the one to make him their’s, by forming a pact mark. It was honestly amazing to him, and he likes it.

Barbatos

He really should of seen this coming, a new fighting student, who was clinging to Luke protectively, and suddenly all the bad demons were being silenced.

Guess there’s no need for his torture chamber anymore, you’re much more feral than whatever he does, he just needs to sick you on them.

Joking aside, he doesn’t really take it too seriously. It’s great you can get a lot of pacts, and defend yourself, and even want to conquer Diavolo by forcing him to give you a pact mark, but he knows you’re still no match for him yet.

To get to Diavolo, you’d need to beat him up, and he’s a bit of a harder fight than Lucifer, by that he means a lot, he won’t even flinch if you bite his tail when he grabs you by it and puts you out the room, with a smile on his face.

It’s become a game at this point for the both of you to try and fight each other, you trying hard to get a pact mark out of him. He even offered it to you at one point, but you told him you wanted to win it fair and square, and he’s just in love with you even more because of that.

He’s pretty much a dad to Luke, so he appreciates how kind you are to him, and appreciates how you have your own set of morals for fighting, making him know that if Diavolo were to ever make a pact mark with you, it would all be fine.

Solomon

“Hey... are you sure you’re not actually the demon?” Solomon asks you, looking at the sheer amount of pact marks on your body, one week after coming to the devildom.

He’s seriously impressed by you, considering how easily you beat up demons without any weapons, magic, or underhanded tactics. You simply use your fists and legs, sometimes your head, but you get the job done scarily.

He’s even more impressed when he finds out the reason, you were visiting purgatory hall and Luke was being rather loud. “I can’t believe that’s the 7th demon this week that fought with you! You’re just so cool, you’re so strong! Thank you for protecting me!”

Probably wants to try to enhance your strength with a potion, and offers it to you when you try to have your epic showdown with Diavolo, claiming he is the boss and Barbatos and Lucifer were his right hand men who dragged Luke into this mess.

You decline though, wanting it to be fair and square. Truly admires yet fears you. But then again, i don’t think you stabbing him would making him afraid of you. I don’t think this man can feel it at all, unless it was you dying.

Anyways, he’s delighted to ask the demons you make pacts with to make pacts with him as well.

Simeon

Nearly loses his mind at first. He’s so concerned if you’re hurt,, but then he’s just like wait what.

Luke had told Simeon all about it when he reached purgatory hall, about how you beat up a demon for him, and even promised to always protect him. Simeon is really distraught you may of been hurt protecting Luke while he was busy.

But then Luke tells him about how you forced a pact mark out of the demon, and you didn’t even break a sweat, and that is was the coolest.

He doesn’t tell Diavolo about this thinking it was just a one time thing, and tries to watch over you two more. But then he sees you and he’s literally just frozen.

Humans aren’t that powerful right? And when Lucifer Diavolo finally confronts you about it, he watches as you just stare him down and declare that you’re going to conquer him as well, to make Luke feel happy and safe in devildom.

Needless to say Simeon is extremely panicked about your well-being, but extremely happy Luke is protected by someone so kind to him. Probably doesn’t approve of the violence, but Luke adores you.

Luke

The first time you met him you told him not to worry about the demons, because if they ever bullied him you would beat the life out of them.

He thought you were just saying that, and he said that he too would protect you, which you found extremely adorable and nearly went “I’m taking this kid home with me and he’s my child now.” not that anyone could physically stop you.

He found out you were actually sincere about it when the two of you were alone in RAD’s hallway, trying to leave for purgatory hall since he invited you over.

You two were stopped by a demon, who tried picking a fight on easy prey, and it was quite frankly, the worst mistake of his life, ever.

You beat the LIVING SHIT out of him, and even told Luke to look away, because this man was beyond recognisable, because you were so small you could easily duck and move fast, so the demon didn’t even land one hit on you.

Just because he’s a demon, doesn’t mean his stamina is forever you figured, and beat him up, forcing him to make a pact with you. You had one with Mammon already, so you knew how it worked, especially knew you could have multiple due to Solomon.

When it was over, you told Luke he could look, and there was zero damage to you and he was just like woah!! You’re so cool! And from then on you stuck close to him, literally demolishing any demon he thought looked scary, or just stared at him for too long.

When Diavolo comforted you about it, you stared him dead in the eyes saying “I would literally beat the shit out of you for Luke, so you better hope he starts liking the devildom soon, fucker.”

Diavolo laughed and Luke insisted you didn’t have to go that far, but you just patted his head and said it was okay.

[starks-hero]

What He Doesn't Know Won't Hurt Him

Pairing: Loki x Stark!Reader

Summary: You and Loki had been doing a fairly decent job at keeping your relationship a secret from the other members of the team, specifically your father. But what happens when word finally gets out?

Word Count: 4,480

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, angst

a/n: This gif, that is all

You had your music playing at full volume as you worked your way around the lab, your latest suit laid out on the table. It was almost finished and you were more than impressed with how it had turned out.

Grabbing one of the many tools strewn out on the tabletop, you got to work assuring each circuit was in place.

It was fair to say that whilst you were in one of your zones, you could easily get lost in your work. Which was probably the reasons you hadn't noticed Loki make his way into the lab.

You jumped slightly when two slender arms wrapped around your middle. “Loki,” you scolded, not taking your eyes away from your work. “I'm busy.”

He chuckled. “I can see that, dove,” he purred. “But I'm bored.”

“You're welcome to stay here as long as you stay out of my way,” you offered, smirking when Loki rose his hands innocently.

“You won't even know I'm here.”

You managed to steal five minutes of peace. And then Loki's ability to sit still and not cause trouble seemed to reach its end. He started simply, standing ridiculously close, running his hand along your side. Your frustrated sigh and visible struggle to focus on your suit only egged him on. He re-positioned himself behind you, hands resting on your hips and lips finding your neck.

When one of his hands began to trace down your stomach and towards the waistband of your jeans you drew the line.

“Loki, stop.” you chided urgently. “Not here.”

“Why not?” he asked, nipping at the exposed skin of your neck. “It's as good a place as any.”

“Someone could see,” you pressed on.

Loki’s kissing ceased but he didn't remove his arms from around you. If anything he held you tighter.

“And would that be such a bad thing?” he asked after a beat of silence. You sighed and turned in his arms, now facing the god. His eyes said it all, he wasn't hurt, but he was tired of keeping up this charade.

He hated having to wait till you were both alone to show his affection, having to settle for stolen kisses and subtle glances all in an attempt to keep your relationship a secret from the rest of the team. Loki was growing sick of it. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, mark you, to show everyone you belonged to him. He hated having to hide his feelings as if they weren’t acceptable.

“Loki, we've talked about this. If the team finds out, especially my dad, it'll cause nothing but trouble.” You frowned at Loki's defeated expression. “I want to tell them, I do. I love you and I want everyone to know that. But only when the time is right.”

Loki nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. Slender fingers wrapping around your wrist and he placed a kiss to your hand. “As you wish, darling.”

Loki turned to leave but you gently grasped hold of his sleeve and tugged him back. “Where do you think you're going?”

Loki tilted his head. “You said-”

“I said I wasn't ready to tell them,” you clarified. “I never said anything about you leaving.”

A devilish smirked spread across Loki's lips as he stepped back towards you, hands grasping your waist. “Why of course, my dear.” He pushed you against the cool steel of the table. “How may I be of service to you?”

You pulled him into a hungry kiss and he practically moaned into your mouth. Grasping hold of your thighs, he hoisted you up onto the table and slotted himself snugly between your legs. Truth be told, this wasn't what you had in mind. You were serious when you said the lab wasn't a good place to start something but Loki was just too irresistible. His kisses trailed from your jaw down your neck and you couldn't help the whimper that left your lips as he sucked on the sweet spot just above your collar bone.

Your hand tangled in his raven hair and he laughed breathlessly against your skin as he pulled you closer to him. “That's it, pet.”

The sudden sound of someone clearing their throat caused both of you to almost jump out of your skin. You turned towards the lab door and found a rather unimpressed Natasha standing in the threshold, arms crossed and glare seething into a certain god.

Your heart jumped into your throat as you hurriedly pushed Loki away and scrambled to your feet.

“Oh, no. Don't stop on my account,” Nat snarled and the venom in her tone was enough to send shivers down even Loki's spine.

“Nat! We were just-”

“Don't bullshit me, Y/N. You know it doesn't work,” Nat stated plainly and you swallowed. She was right, it was near impossible to successfully lie to her. “Does your father know?”

“No, no, no. Nat, you can't tell him,” you begged. “He'll kill us.”

Natasha scoffed, pointing an accusing finger at Loki, who was still standing sheepishly behind you. “He's lucky I haven't killed him myself.”

Loki shifted uncomfortably. When it came down to it, he was a god and Nat was human. She probably couldn't do much damage to him. But she was certainly intimidating. Loki wasn't so much upset over the fact that you'd been caught, if anything Loki found it rather exciting. His only worry was how this situation would pan out for you. And your relationship.

“Natasha, please. You know how my dad overreacts.”

“I'm not sure I'd count ‘getting pissed that your daughter's dating a criminal’ as overreacting.”

You felt helpless. With Tony as your father, the team were the closest thing you had to family. Nat had always been important to you, she was an older sister, a cool aunt and in some cases, a understanding mother all rolled up into one. She wanted what was best for you, and you knew if that meant throwing Loki under the bus, she wouldn't hesitate.

Noticing your struggle, Loki decided to intervene.

“Agent Romanoff, if you'd allow us to explain. I-”

Nat turned to Loki with a glare that stopped the god mid-sentence. “I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Y/N.” She turned back to you. “Tell your dad.”

“What?!”

“Tell Tony about this.” She clarified, gesturing between you and Loki. “Or I will.”

“Nat,” you started but as she raised an eyebrow you knew she wasn't bluffing. She was dead serious.

“Okay, okay, fine. We'll tell him. But just not yet-” you hesitated. “Just give us a little more time to figure it all out.”

Natasha seemed unconvinced, to say the least, but when she noticed the genuine worry in your expression she backed off and her voice softened.

“Fine. But if he finds out beforehand, I had no idea about any of this,” she ordered. “And you,” Nat glanced at Loki who was still standing behind you. “Are on thin ice.”

Nat turned to leave, shooting one final glare Loki’s way. “Oh, and a bit of advice. Next time lock the goddamn door.”

You both sighed in temporary relief as the door slammed shut and you were left alone.

“Well, that went well,” Loki commented sarcastically, rubbing at his temple.

“And that was only Nat. How do you think the others are going to react?” You took a seat on the workbench and Loki joined you.

“Were you serious?” he asked. “About telling them? Telling him?”

You sighed, dropping your head into your hands. “I suppose we don't have much of a choice now, do we?” You murmured and Loki chuckled slightly.

“I suppose not.”

“You're enjoying this.” You growled as Loki’s mood seemed only slightly diminished by the situation you’d just been landed in.

“Yes, I find being threatened by a world-class assassin immensely enjoyable,” he noted nonchalantly. Loki sighed when the fear remained evident in your expression. He gently caught your wrist and pulled it away from your face, lacing your fingers as he did so. “Honestly, my dear. There's no need to worry. It will be fine.”

“You sound awfully sure.”

“That’s because I am,” Loki smirked, his tone reassuring and soft. He placed a harmless kiss against your cheek, but couldn’t resist the urge to continue down to your jaw.

His nose grazed your neck as his breath fanned out over your skin. His voice fell to a low whisper. “Now, what was it we were getting to before we were so rudely interrupted?”

You couldn’t help but laugh in slight disbelief. “You never learn, do you?”

Loki flicked his wrist as he began to plant kisses down your neck. “Do you take me for a fool?”

 You glanced at the labs' door to find the keypad had turned red. Locked. Smirking, Loki pushed you down and picked up where he'd left off.

It had been a little over a week since Natasha had found out about your relationship with Loki and thankfully, she hadn't said anything as of yet. She was giving you a generous amount of time to build up the courage to tell both your father and the rest of the team, but it was courage you were yet to find. The stress of the whole situation had been getting to you, something that was becoming more and more apparent to Loki.

In some desperate attempt to help you blow off a little steam, the god had dragged you down to the training hall. You and Loki often trained together, though since the beginning of your relationship, training seldom actually took place during your sessions.

But you needed it today, and after less than fifteen minutes of sparring, you could already feel some of the stress dissipating.

“Let's try that again,” Loki stated, helping you up from where you'd fallen back onto the training mat. He steadied you before pacing back a few steps as you both prepared for another round.

You made the first move, Loki easily blocking your strike. He caught your other arm as you tried to hit his shoulder and he only barely avoided a knee in the groin by spinning you around and catching you in a gentle headlock.

“Fighting dirty today are we, darling?” He purred in your ear and you smirked. Leaning forward, you used the momentum to throw Loki over your shoulder, straddling him to assure he stayed down.

“Problem with that?”

Loki chuckled, staring up at you. “Certainly not.” Throwing his leg over and shifting his weight, he threw you off of him and you landed on the floor beside him. He then took up his position on top of you. “Two can play at that game.”

He used his new vantage point to lean down and kiss your shoulder. “And I do enjoy it so very much.”

You turned your head to the side to grant Loki better access as he kissed up your neck, but your blood ran cold when you noticed a familiar figure standing dumbstruck at the halls entrance.

“Shit, Steve!” You pushed Loki off of you and for a moment he thought it was an attempted diversion until his own eyes locked with the captains. “Steve, wait!”

He was already turning to leave and you took off after him, Loki right behind you. You barely caught him before he reached the door. “Steve, hear us out, please.”

He turned to look at you with slight disappointment, his cheeks still tinted red with embarrassment given what he'd just walked in on. “Why didn't you tell us, Y/N?”

“I swear I was going to. I should have sooner and I'm sorry.” You rushed. “But please, Steve. You can't tell my dad, not yet.”

Steve hesitated. He'd taken you under his wing from day one and he'd be lying if he said he saw you as anything less than family. He didn't want to put you in a situation where he knew you'd face hardship. But he also didn't want to put his relationship with Tony on the line. He knew what that could lead to.

“I won't lie to Tony.”

“Then just don't say anything!” You tried. “Not saying anything technically isn't lying.”

Steve sighed, glancing between you both, his eyes lingering on Loki a moment longer. Loki seemed to have read the captains mind.

“Captain, I understand your concerns. But I can assure you my intentions are completely good-willed.”

Steve shook his head, questioning his sanity. “Does anyone else know?”

“Natasha, that's it.”

Steve seriously pondered the dilemma he was being faced with. Part of him wanted to march off and tell Tony, part of him wanted to strangle Loki for even putting his hands on you and the other part was still hung up on how upset you’d be if he chose either of the latter options.

“Alright,” Steve said after a moment of silence and relief flooded your expression. “But if your father asks-”

“I understand.” You nodded, still breathing a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Steve.”

You counted your lucky stars as Steve left the training hall, the whole conversation having gone way better than you could have possibly imagined.

“You know, my dear,” Loki stated from behind you. “We really must stop picking the worst possible places in the compound to make out.”

You'd been peacefully working away in the lab, adding the finishing touches to the suit you'd been working on. A few more final touch-ups and a test run and it would be ready for missions.

The door slamming opened behind you immediately caught your attention as a severely pissed off Loki stormed in. His jaw was set and his hands were balled into fists. This couldn't be good.

“Loki, what's wrong?” you asked, rounding the table and approaching him. He was already pacing.

“Thor knows,” he growled and your heart stopped. “He was asking ridiculous questions about you and I and he knew I was lying.”

You inhaled sharply and did your best to avoid groaning in frustration, unable to grasp how Loki of all people had gotten caught out lying. “Loki, you're the god of lies.”

“And Thor's a persistent bastard!” He bit back.

You grappled with the little composure you had left and sighed. Loki was still clearly fretting and at least one of you had to start thinking straight.

“Okay, well what did he say?”

“That he wouldn't tell anyone,” Loki murmured, running his index finger along his top lip, something he often did when nervous.

“Alright then, what are we worried about? He said he wouldn't tell.”

Loki scoffed. “It's Thor! He struggles to keep the simplest of secrets, he's going to let it slip!” Loki took a seat and wrung his hands. “Your father is going to kill me.”

You stepped towards him and ran a comforting hand through his raven hair. He sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head against your stomach.

“You're a god, Loki. I don't think he could kill you even if he wanted to.”

“He'll find a way,” Loki moped, tightening his hold on you.

You huffed at Loki's dramatic antiques as you continued to run your hand through his hair. One thing was now painfully clear, you needed to tell your dad. Before anyone else found out.

It was all planned out perfectly. The team was set to have dinner together in an attempt to bring some normality to your crazy lives, and you figured it would be the best time to break the new. You'd wait until everyone had finished eating and you and your dad were alone and then you'd tell him.

Not only did you think it would be better to have the conversation one on one, but Loki not being there also lessened the likely hood of your father trying to kill him if he didn't take the news kindly.

The only major challenge now was making it through the dinner itself without losing your nerve. Loki assured you that he'd be by your side right up until the moment he had to leave, and he meant it. Your father sat at the head of the table, because of course he did, and you sat to his right. Loki was seated beside you.

Most of the dinner passed as they usually did when the team ate together. Clint complained about the take out choice, Nat downed an impressive amount of wine whilst somehow remaining sober and a philosophical debate had broken out despite their being no indication as to what had started it.

For once, you and Loki remained silent, too nervous to offer any input should your worrisome tone give you away. You had spent most of the dinner toying with the food on your plate with your fork.

Loki's hand gently held yours beneath the table. It was risky, but no one had noticed and it was currently the only thing keeping you sane.

“You alright, kiddo?”

You glanced up to find your dad staring at you. He motioned to your untouched plate of food.

“You haven't touched your take out. It's your favourite.”

“Oh yeah, I- uh,” you stumbled over your own words and cursed yourself for being caught off guard. Most of the team were still chatting amongst themselves, but Steve and Natasha were now watching the exchange between you and Tony attentively. “I guess I'm just not that hungry.”

He seemed entirely unconvinced and leaned in slightly, away from the prying ears of the table. “You sure everything's alright?”

You gulped. Your father was no idiot and he knew something was eating away at you. From the corner of your eye, you could see Nat nodding her head and Steve smiling supportively. This was the perfect opportunity to bring it up and you decided it was now or never. “Well, actually-”

“Nice going, Clint!”

Both your heads snapped up to see that a knocked over wine bottle had stained both the end of the table and Bruce's white shirt.

“Hey! It's not my fault. Who even drinks this stuff anyway?!”

“What the hell is that suppose to mean, bird brain?” Sam yelled, possessively grabbing what was left in the overturned bottle and dunking it into his glass. Bucky hid his smile behind his bottle of beer.

Everyone else's attention had turned to Bruce, who seemed to be doing an excellent job at not hulking out and sending Clint through the nearest wall.

You bit your lip.

“Dad, is it alright if I leave? I'm not feeling up to eating right now.” You asked. Now clearly wasn't the best time to bring something up and you decided waiting till after everyone had turned it in for the night was probably best.

“Sure thing, sweet pea,” he smiled as you stood and pushed in your chair behind you. Loki followed you, rising to his feet.

“I think it's time I also take my leave.” No one paid much attention as Loki mimicked your actions and prepared to leave the table.

“Leaving already?” Wanda asked politely and you smiled back, already prepared to answer with ‘Yeah, I'm just tired.’

“Of course they are! I'm sure my brother and Y/N have much to do and discuss,” Thor smirked, winking and raising his glass to the both of you in a not so subtle way.

Silence fell over the entire table and you and Loki grew rigid. Natasha and Steve turned to glare at Thor, who lowered his glass, realising what exactly he'd just said.

“What?” Tony said, turning to Thor with a shocked expression. Loki quickly stepped in.

“I think my brother may have had a tad too much Asgardian ale, I-

“No, what did you say?” He asked again, voice raising. All eyes were now either on Tony, Loki or you.

Thor seemed to shrink into his seat, taking interest in the bottom of his cup as he attempted to backtrack and fix his mistake. But it was too late.

Your father's gaze turned to you and then Loki, who was cautiously standing behind you. 

“One chance.” He was livid. “You get one chance to tell me the truth.”

“Dad, can we not do this now,” you asked quietly.

“The truth, Y/N.” You couldn’t recall the last time you’d seen your father so angry. And as terrified as you were, you knew lying would only dig you a deeper hole.

“I was going to tell you,” you started, wincing as he ran a hand down his face. “I just didn't know how and then Nat told me I should just-”

Your father's glare turned to Natasha who choked on her wine at your words. You mentally grimaced as you realized what you'd just said.

“Oh, so you knew!” Tony yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Nat. He turned back to you. “You told Thor and Natasha before you told me!”

“I didn't tell her! She just sort of found out...” you fumbled and Tony laughed humorlessly.

“Did anybody else know besides Nat and point break?” he asked, addressing the whole table. Steve fidgeted awkwardly in his seat and Tony immediately singled him out.

“Steve.” He crossed his arms as he glared at the captain. “Something on your mind?”

Steve sighed. “Look, Tony I-”

“Don't bullshit me, Rogers.”

Steve nodded wordlessly and Tony bit the inside of his cheek, looking as though he was prepared to rip into each member of the team. You cowered back slightly and Loki stepped infront of you, shielding you from your fathers rage the best he could.

“Great! Awesome! Did anyone else know my daughter was dating a psychopath and just decided to keep that information to themselves?”

Everyone awkwardly shifted in their seats, some clearing there throats and others offering you sympathetic glances. Natasha mouthed a ‘sorry’ and Thor seemed to still be beating himself up for letting it slip in the first place.

Loki stepped forward. “Stark, I can assure you-”

“Zip it, Reindeer Games,” he warned and for once, Loki did as he was told. Tony pointed to you as if he were scolding a child.

“You are grounded,” he stated. “No more missions, no more lab privileges, nothing.”

You scoffed. “I'm not a kid!”

“Yes, you are! You're my kid.”

“Dad, will you please just listen to me.” You begged as you stepped towards your father in hopes of reasoning with him. He rose from his seat to meet you.

“No. This,” he gestured between you and Loki. “Ends now. End of discussion.”

You took a step back, feeling as though an arrow had hit you in the chest. Tears were brimming your eyes and you couldn't find it in you to meet anyone's gaze. Seeing how upset you'd become, Loki refused to bite his tongue any longer.

“Stark, with all due respect, I won't allow that. I understand your disdain for me and it's more than warranted but do not take that anger out on Y/N. You have no reason to trust me but I can assure you that my feelings towards your daughter and nothing but sincere and genuine.”

Loki's sudden statement seemed to have surprised Tony. He opened his mouth to argue but Loki didn't give him the chance as he continued.

“She has given me a second chance and I love her dearly for doing so. And I would never do anything to harm her. I love her unconditionally and all I ask is for a chance. Allow me to prove myself.”

Loki's speech had left you teary-eyed with a warmth spreading in your chest. A smile pulled at your lips as Loki turned to you. The genuine and loving look in his eyes spoke volumes and it took every ounce of control you possessed not to launch yourself into his arms then and there.

“Tony, I don't know about you but that seemed pretty convincing to me.” Nat voiced from the table and Thor immediately agreed.

“My brother may be the god of lies but he has spoken nothing but the truth tonight.”

Steve, ever the diplomat, offered Tony an encouraging nod. “All he's asking for is a chance, Tony.”

“It's pretty sweet if you ask me,” Bucky murmured from beside the captain, Sam and Wanda nodding in agreement.

Tony watched as the table seemed to take Loki's side and he battled with himself until his eyes landed on you. You were standing side by side with Loki, whilst he smiled at you in adoration. The glances you shared were nothing short of loving and Tony couldn't help but notice how genuine and mutual it truly was. Loki's hand was brushing against yours, desperate to grasp hold and comfort you but not wanting to overstep the line the tension had drawn.

Tony sighed as he realized what he had to do. You were his daughter, his everything. And he just wanted you to be happy. Even if it was with someone he didn’t initially approve of. 

“You love him?” he asked nonchalantly and you nodded.

“And you, Frosty,” Tony motioned to Loki who tried not to frown at the nickname. “You love her?”

Loki glanced at you, smiling softly. “Wholeheartedly.”

Tony swallowed down the lump in his throat as he watched the both of you, not completely ready to accept that you weren't a kid anymore.

“Well then, I guess that's that.” He smiled at you softly. “Leave it to you to fall for the God of mischief. You always were a troublemaker.” 

Your father pulled you into a hug, muttering a quiet ‘love you, sweet pea’, before pulling back to look at Loki.

“You hurt her,” he started and Loki cut him off with an amused chuckle.

“You'll kill me?” He guessed.

“Oh no, not just me. They'll kill you.” Tony smirked, pointing to the table full of avengers.

Loki nodded. “Understood.”

Nat sent you a wink and Steve and Thor smiled whilst the rest of the team seemed to congratulate you with supportive, and in some cases embarrassing, comments.

You and Loki smirked at each other, slowly turning to leave the dining room when your father's voice called you back.

“Woah, where do you two think you're going?” he asked. “Cats out of the bag now so no need to run off and hide. Sit.”

Seeing no point in arguing, you both took your seats, Loki holding your hand atop the table for everyone to see. Things quickly settled back into a comfortable conversation, you and Loki feeling freer than you had in months. The domesticity of it all was enough to make your heart burst.

“So,” Clint, who was slightly tipsy at this point, yelled. “When's the wedding?”

Tony turned red. “Don't push their luck, Barton.” He partially joked, glaring daggers at his teammate as the rest of the team laughed. As for you and Loki, you couldn't help but smile at the possibility.

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[beau-tee]

── Adam. Fluff! HCs

Warning. None, just me writing I guess.

Author’s note. It’s almost 5 am for me, I’m too excited to sleep. I need to practice my english probably incorrect grammar here and there,, so this too long. Just I love too much this beautiful man

愛. Adam despite his laid-back personality is an absolute gentleman, sweet and very protective when it comes to you, like a charming prince. He’s not a very touchy person at first but he becomes affectionate with you. He genuinely enjoys spending time with you though he isn’t clingy he is protective over you and will worry about your safety and well-being. Especially if you are careless, clumsy, or weak in which case, he can be a little bit fatherly towards you, feeling the need to take care of you. Of course, he’ll always make sure you’re taking care of yourself; that you’re eating enough and eating healthily, that you’re getting sufficient amounts of sleep and exercise.

愛. His kisses are deliberate. They’re gentle and sweet, it always feels right. Adam’s kisses last longer but are still gentle and in bed they can get a little more feverish and aren’t limited to just your lips. Eskimo kisses. The Father of Humanity invented them and you cannot tell me otherwise, probably because it requires less effort. He’s more a man of action than words and he’ll try his best to encourage you and support you when he can tell you need it. He’s also the best for raising your self-esteem. He’s always there to help boost your confidence if you need it. Adam seems to find happiness in simple things. He tends to approach things lightheartedly and this helps you if you are pessimistic or who sometimes can be a bit down.

愛. Adam loves to sit with you in peace and be completely comfortable together sitting in complete silence with stolen kisses and touch. Adam gives off an aura of serenity and it’s really comforting without him even trying to be. There wouldn’t be talking, just sitting side by side, enjoying the quiet and warmth your body radiate. And let him play with your hair. He can feel the stress melt away from you as you melt in his arms as his fingers twirl your locks. When he does it is always so gentle, his gestures are so delicate, you can relax every time he brushes you, you can fall asleep sometimes. Cain and Abel enjoy it too! Adam felt his somnolent little one start to nod off against him. He wrapped his arms around him and cradled him softly against him, stroking his head. And your hand stroking the blond hair of your cute Abel who lay on your soft lap, sighing blissfully, causing you to laugh.

愛. He is very considerate and observant and remembers a lot about you and is nearly perfect at coming up with presents for you which he will surprise you with gifts at random times, but especially any time he thinks you need cheering up. Mostly are simple gifts whether it’s flowers, your favourite food, or that pretty dress he saw you eyeing the other day at the store. Loves when you bring him lunch. Adam thinks your food is the most delicious thing ever. Especially when you can sweeten those sour apples of Eden. When you are baking he does enjoy helping you decorate your cakes and cookies though. Also with Cain and Abel stealing some a bit when you’re two not looking.

愛. He doesn’t mind PDA and enjoys holding hand, hugs and kisses kind of enjoys it if you are a bit clingy or touchy. Adam is quite direct. He may not seem like the type to say ‘I love you,’ but in fact, he can say it often and very matter-of-factly, no matter who’s around to hear it. Adam has no shame. He just doesn’t care what others think, he likes to hesitate to rest his head on your shoulder or he’ll come and he’ll lay his head in your lap without a word even as you are busy. Adam doesn’t get jealous very easily at all. He’s chill with everybody, he knows you love him and he has no reason to be really jealous, so he’d it’s not necessarily jealousy if someone was genuinely trying to piss him off. Adam will outright call the other person out, reminding them how disrespectful it is to mess with someone else’s partner. He thinks communication is key in a relationship. He’ll always talk to you if something is bothering him and he’ll expect you to do the same. And if you’re ever uncomfortable, no matter the situation, he’ll be there to help you.

愛. Adam like spending time with his children playing or teaching them things especially anything dealing with animals but even just different things in general like helping them learn to walk or talk or explaining how things work. Just imagine the small proud smile on his face at his son first steps. Adam and his sons rarely argue he is the type of dad that his children could talk to about anything, knowing that he won’t judge them and that he’ll always love them. If one of them would misbehave from time to time, but it might be a rare occurrence since Adam would be the type to talk and always explain why he is saying “No” rather than just say it and expect to be obeyed. M!AU；Adam is the most ‘cool’ dad. Like all of the kids at the school admiring him when he comes to pick his children up. They all just think he looks so cool and strong. But very gentle with the kids.

愛. Adam is not a morning person. He prefers to sleep in, especially if is with you. But always the only exception is when his family needs him or goes to job. Especially if you wake up earlier than either on needs you need just let him hugging and holding you from behind while placing his chin over your shoulder while wrapping his arms under your waist. Mostly Adam stays up just to make sure you fall asleep soundly and he’ll tend to watch you but not in a creepy way. He just likes to take in your beautiful sleeping face and bask in the fact that you’re actually sleeping with him. This makes him realize that you both trust each other fully and that’s when he’s the most comfortable falling asleep when you’re safe and with him. It’d be wonderful and I bet he’d be adorable to wake up next to him. That’s my fantasy.

愛. Adam loves animals. He talks to them all the time. Probably more than he talks to everyone else combined, except for you, of course. He’d love to have a pet with you. Very possibly a bunny. But anyway there is always a bird accompanying him or a small field mouse determined to following him. Adam would much rather read a book with you or go for a peaceful evening stroll. One of his favorite things to do is walk around nature with his family. Would enjoy taking his sons on long walks, carrying one of them on his shoulders, and talking about life. You two are holding his hand all the time, and the short man was rubbing his thumb over your soft hand. You only let go of Adam’s fingers when you wanted to see something up much closer, like the little birds perching on the branches to get closer to Adam and lean towards you or pretty butterflies. You slightly laugh blissfully with your cheerful voice expanding on the environment, which made the scenery most charming.

愛. His voice is absolutely beautiful. He’s amazing at telling stories to keep you entertained. Whether they really happened or not, Adam has plenty of stories to share. He’s spent plenty of time on his own and he’s needed ways to occupy himself. He also likes when you make flower crowns for him and watching you gently weave them into his hair before running your nails down his neck and shoulders. Abel loves to make you flower crowns. He will find your favorite flower and he will sit there for hours trying to make you the best possible flower crown he can come up with. Cain will act like he doesn’t care at first, but quickly practically demands that his brother teach him so he can do it for you too. This two are adorables! One downside though is that they will want to bring home the bugs and little animals they find. But once a time they brought home a skunk.

愛. Adam really enjoys it when you lays on top of him or lays with their head resting on his chest. Your head laying on his chest, and with his arms around your waist, head snuggled up against his chest his hands intertwined with yours. When he’s on your breasts it’s always super comfy for him and being able to hear your heartbeats. He also likes getting to hear it speed up every time his fingers brush against your sides and the small of your back. Adam loves hugging you from behind no matter the height difference, he just enjoys holding you close to you. Adam is a perfect cuddler. He’s strong, warm, and all-encompassing. Adam can kill for you. He doesn't need a reason to protect you and he will always love you. You definitely don’t have to worry about someone getting hurt because he’ll always protect you and your beautiful smile.

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

The God of Magic just wants humanity to be happy and thriving;

Version 1, Good!Merlin

INTRO

(Version 2, Dark!Merlin)

~

“You’re late.”

From their place in the bushes, the gang can see a wide grin break out on the woman’s face as she raises an eyebrow:

“You’re always getting distracted by pretty flowers or interesting conversations, how was I supposed to know that you’d be on time for once?”

Her voice somehow sounds like an ocean in a storm, ear-splittingly loud as the sound cuts right through them to the core, but also a gentle stream, soft and clear and soul-cleansing. The gang struggle not to flinch in their confusion.

Merlin chuckles slightly, shaking his head as he softly replies:

“Ah, I see, you were expecting me to be late, so you told me to turn up half a candle-mark before you intended to get here.”

She raises an eyebrow and nods:

“In the hopes I wouldn’t have to stand around and wait too long,-”

She shudders slightly as her face falls, though she manages to look beautifully intimidating even with a slight scowl on her face:

“-you know how much I hate it up here, on dry land.”

Merlin nods. He looks around him passingly, and the gang tense as his eyes rove over their hiding place; their fear is quickly replaced with shock (and even more confusion) as it strikes them that they’ve never seen Merlin look so relaxed, so at ease. He finally looks back to the woman:

“Hmm. I may not agree with you on that, but I understand. I could have met you at Avalon, you know.”

The woman frowns even more, and the gang can see Merlin tilt his head in question, even more so when she replies:

“I... wanted this conversation to be private, away from the prying eyes and ears of Mother and our Siblings.”

Merlin’s shoulders tense, and Arthur can vaguely see the outline of his hands clenching tightly in his pockets as his cloak billows in a sudden wind. The knights, Gwen, and Morgana all look to each other in confusion, Merlin had never spoken of siblings before, in fact, they’re fairly certain he specifically told them that he’s an only child. This woman was so drastically different from Merlin in appearance, they couldn’t possibly be related by blood. Perhaps she means "siblings" in a similar sense to how the knights are brothers?

A tense silence passes between the two, but it’s quickly broken by Merlin letting out a deep, bone-weary sigh, his relaxed demeanour completely dissolved, and looking to the floor, mumbling:

“What’s this about, Ava?”

The woman, Ava, the gang now know, lets out a sigh of her own, tilting her head and waiting for Merlin to look at her again before speaking, her voice sounding more consistently soft the more she spoke, as if she needed practice to regulate her volume:

“I think you know, Em.-”

(”Em?? I guess that could be a shortened version of ‘Merlin’, but... not really.”)

“-Time is running out, existence is threadbare as it is, and only getting worse with each passing day. The world is splitting, cracking down the middle; magic is running thin-”

Everyone feels Arthur tense at the mention of magic, even more so at Merlin’s non-reaction to the word. Though everyone is already understandably on edge by the way the woman speaks as if the world is ending around them, and they hadn’t even noticed:

“-and we are starving. The fates of The Bane-”

Mordred manages to stop himself falling backwards, but his sudden shaky breath earns him a concerned glance from Gwaine, crouched besides him:

“-and The Darkness have been avoided, if you do not move forward now, then when? With every day you stall, you plan, you stand idly by and wait, we choke on the gaping emptiness of a world that is leaking.-”

Merlin holds up a shaking hand to stop her, his other running through his hair in frustration as he murmurs:

“I know, I know-”

The gang watches with tense, morbid curiosity as Ava cuts him off, her expression both annoyed and sympathetic:

“I don’t think you do, Em. You haven’t been home in years. Could you stand it? To be God of Magic with no Magic to be God over? No universe to hold dominion over?”

Merlin scoffs slightly and walks to the side in his frustration, and the gang can see the melancholy annoyance on his face, plain as day. It’s almost enough to make them forget that he visited Ealdor just last month. It’s definitely not enough to distract them from the fact that she had called Merlin a God. The God of Magic, of all things. What the fuck??:

“I don’t hold dominion over anything I just... am.”

Ava rolls her eyes:

“That’s not the point and you know it. Mother sent you to fix the problem, to stop the purge, to encourage the Once and Future King to bring magic back and start the Golden Age. He has been King for years, but you still act as a servant. You are a God, Em, assert yourself. You could fix the world with a click of your fingers, but you wait for the humans to do it for you.-”

Merlin interrupts her slightly impassioned speech with a deep huff and a shake of the head. From where he now stands, the gang have a healthy view of his side profile, and they can see the emotions warring on his face: frustration, grief, desperation:

“That isn’t... that’s not what I’m doing-”

She rolls her eyes again and the gang are vaguely aware of a distant crack of thunder as she gestures sharply with her hands:

“That is what you’re doing. You’ve become too attached to these... mortals.-”

She steps towards him, cradling his cheek in a soft, elegant hand as her face morphs to one of complete and utter sorrow:

“-You’re setting yourself up for heartbreak, Brother. Human lifespans, the lifespan of your precious Golden King, are but a blink of an eye compared to ours; they will all wither and die and fade from you, and you will be left with your grief forever.-”

Her other hand lifts to settle comfortingly on his shoulder, and the gang can see a single tear slip from Merlin’s lowered eyes:

“-Do what you came here to do, and come home, to Avalon, we miss you, Em, the family needs you back.”

Merlin stills for a few moments at her desperate plea, but then steps back, shrugging her hands off gently and wiping the tear from his face:

“No. I... I’m doing this properly. Mother understands my fondness for humanity, that’s why she sent me, and I’m going to do it properly.”

Ava huffs out a gentle laugh at his determined expression, shaking her head slightly in fond disbelief:

“How can you love them? These... humans, when they slaughter your creations, when they don’t even know what you are?”

Merlin smiles softly, his eyes gazing into the trees as he quietly responds, his voice full of enough adoration to take the gang's breath away, to temper the twinge of fear and betrayal that had been swelling in Arthur’s lungs:

"I love them because they don't know what I am. It's nice, to be human; to walk among them, being loved and hated and respected and touched as if I were not more than they could ever possibly comprehend. Humanity is... made of juxtapositions. Their existence is contradiction upon contradiction, weaved together and held with emotions so large I can scarcely understand how they're contained in such little bodies. I've been alive and watching them for millennia, lived side-by-side with them for almost three decades, and they still surprise me. To walk among them, to see them come to terms with this universe that We made for them, to see how desperately they crave knowledge, exploration, experience... it's beautiful. The way they love so fully, the way they find meaning and importance in every grain of sand, every ray of sun, every tuft of fur on every creature, it's humbling. It's astounding."

Ava has a soft smile on her face, looking as if she could listen to her Brother ramble about his love for humanity for decades. She shakes her head slightly, letting out a gentle sigh as she asks:

"Then why won't you save them? The Gods will starve without magic, but humanity will starve without the Gods."

Merlin pauses for a moment, his face scrunched in concentration as he tries to think of the right way to verbalize his thoughts. 

The gang stare on in unconcealed bafflement; the realisation that Merlin is some kind of God brings less fear or anger than they think it should. Maybe it’s the shock, or maybe it’s the reverent way he speaks about them. Either way, they stay still and silent in their hiding place, and eventually Merlin’s face settles back into a soft smile as he looks to his Sister:

"I wish to see them save themselves, not because We need them to, but because they want to. Because their desperation to explore this universe will one day outweigh their misguided hatred of magic.-"

He nods decisively, repeating in a confident voice:

"-I wish to see them save themselves."

Ava sighs once more, stepping toward Merlin and putting her hand back on his shoulder:

“Your wishes may soon become... irrelevant. We’re dying, Emrys,-”

Arthur struggles to hold in a gasp at that. Emrys. He knows that name. Apparently it’s the name of a God, and not just some secret sorcerer who took a fancy to Camelot and deemed himself it’s protector. Lancelot’s eyes widen, though he manages to hide his shock well; no one else is focused on anyone else’s reactions, all internally freaking out. 

Mordred is pale and breathing shallowly, being the only one in the group who had already known the full truth. Percival looks to be in shock, he grew up with the stories of Emrys, but to learn that Emrys was a God? That Merlin was said God? Not what he was expecting out of this little trip. Gwaine, Gwen, Morgana, and Elyan look worried, seeming to have pushed aside their shock in favour of being concerned over Merlin’s safety and sorrow. Leon stares upon the scene with scholarly-looking curiosity, hiding his apprehension and shock well. Arthur’s expression is... unreadable. Ironically, the only person capable of knowing what he was thinking just from looking at him was currently having an incredibly terrifying conversation with someone who is also presumably some kind of God(dess). 

“-time is running out. I know that you don’t want to, but... it might be best to tell them the truth. You adore your humans because of their ability to love, do you not think they love you enough to forgive you your deceptions?”

Merlin clenches his jaw, and it’s the anguish on his face, paired with his almost-whispered words, that breaks their hearts:

“I... no. Just because I love them does not mean they love me back. I’m just a servant, Ava, I’ll never be important enough to be forgiven, God or not; I’ve lied to them for over ten years.”

She sighs, letting a tear of her own fall as she quietly responds:

“Emrys, you undervalue your worth, they don’t-”

“No. I don’t. You’re right, I have one life-time with them, with... with Arthur, and then I’ll lose them, and I’ll spend the rest of eternity grieving. I refuse to taint the already short time I have with them by having to watch them grow to hate me. I refuse.”

Merlin frowns as Ava rolls her eyes fondly, a victorious smirk on her face:

“If you would let me finish. They don’t hate you now, despite learning what they have just learnt, and you have yet to tell them of all you’ve done for them. Their love for you will only grow, Brother.”

Merlin tilts his head and raises an eyebrow. The gang take in a collective gasp at the realisation that she knows. And has likely known the whole time.

“What are you talking about?”

Ava’s smirk just grows, and she looks to the bushes the gang is hiding in, seeming to make direct eye-contact with a panicking Arthur as she speaks, he voice echoing unnaturally through the clearing:

“You can come out now.”

At her words, Merlin’s head whips around to stare at where she was looking. He opens his mind, allows his magic to stretch around him, and his skull is immediately full to burst with echoes of Mordred’s earlier, and ongoing, warnings, as well as the overwhelming presence of The (former) Darkness, The Once and Future King, and the others. He takes a stumbled step back, hand covering his mouth and tears spilling from his eyes as he becomes more and more convinced of... well... his time being tainted.

The gang stand and shuffle out of the bushes slowly, eyes trained on the floor and hands clasped in front of them tightly. It’s Merlin’s quiet, cracking “No...” that has them look up, paling at the absolute heartbreak on his face.

Lancelot and Gwaine give him weak, though genuine smiles, holding their hands out placatingly, but they halt their movements forward when Merlin just copies them pace for pace, moving away from them.

No one notices Ava rolling her eyes, not until she steps behind Merlin and puts a halting hand on his shoulder, stopping him from moving further away.

Merlin whips his head around, and another loud clap of thunder sounds out, much closer than the other one, quickly followed by a sudden downpour of frigid rain. The gang look to the sky in confusion, and Mordred desperately tries to reach Merlin through the mental link, offering comfort and reassurance; Merlin doesn’t seem to notice, the rain falling harder and harder as he almost fall to his knees, speaking in a desperate voice to his sister:

“Why... why would you... you know what this means. Why... why would you do this?! Ava?”

She rolls her eyes again, seeming to glow effervescently under the rivers of rainwater running down her face and over her clothes. She forces Merlin to turn and look at the gang, holding her hands on his shoulders to stop him from backing away (or collapsing in his grief) :

“Look at them, Em. Do they look angry to you? You should have some faith in the humans you claim to love so much. Look at them.”

Everyone in the gang gives Merlin varying levels of strained smiles; though Merlin, in his panic, is unable to tell that the strain is from concern and guilt, thinking that it was instead from hatred. He falls to his knees, his eyes shut tight enough to give him a headache and his hands clamped over his mouth in an effort to hold the sobs in.

Gwen and Morgana are the first to rush forwards, not paying the slightest bit of attention to Merlin’s... sister or the knights as they collapse to the floor in front of their friend, not sure whether to keep their distance or try to comfort the distraught man... God.

It’s his next choked sob that urges them to move once again, and the girls pull Merlin into a hug, tears of their own gathering at his agony. He freezes at first, then tries to pull away as lightening streaks across the sky, the violent bursts in sync with his choked breaths. When Gwen strokes a soft hand through his knotted hair, and Morgana pulls him further into her lap, muttering “We’re not leaving you, Merls, not ever, we love you.”, he relaxes slightly.

The thunder and lightening cease, but the rain still pours as Arthur stares over the pile of crying bodies to the woman, whose eyes seem to be growing brighter and brighter in the deluge. She stares right back at him, and The King jumps slightly when her voice echoes through her head, despite her still face:

“My brother has lost enough, please do not shatter his heart.”

Arthur nods once, before following Lancelot’s lead to the others, the rest of the knights not far behind them as Ava disappears. Whether she walked away without noticing or simply faded into the rain, no one knows, but no one really cares either. Soon enough, everyone is gathered around Merlin, stroking his back softly and whispering comforting promises over the sound of the rain. When Leon is the only one to notice Mordred’s eyes flash golden as he summons a shield above them, he simply shrugs his shoulders and refocuses his attention on muttering reassurances in Merlin’s head.

His breathing slows after a while, as does the rain, though everyone panics slightly when they see Morgana frown as she strokes the hair away from his face, revealing flushed cheeks and closed eyes. Mordred’s eyes flash golden once more as he presses a hand to his forehead, though no one lets the shock distract them for too long, latching on to his relieved tone:

“He’s just asleep, that would’ve taken a lot out of him. We should get him back to Gaius.”

The knights all stand, stretching and cracking joints to try and rid themselves of the cold stiffness that had settled in their soaked bones. Morgana stays on the floor, clutching at Merlin in her lap desperately, like he could slip away at any moment. When Arthur leans down to pick him up, she shoots him a glare, her own eyes glowing as the wind picks up once more, whipping through the clearing in an obvious warning. Arthur takes in a gasp, but shakes the surprise from his mind as he settles a soft hand on his sister’s shoulder:

“I... look, we’ll talk about this later, and I promise you’re going to be safe,-”

He glances up to an equally defensive looking Mordred:

“-all three of you, but Mordred’s right, we need to get him home and warmed up.”

Morgana hesitates for only a second, but the concern (and love) in her brother’s eyes sway her, and she nods, ever-so-carefully pulling her arms from around Merlin and helping Arthur get the younger (or... much much older) man situated in his arms before standing up.

~

The trek back to the castle is a fairly short one now they don’t have to worry about being quiet, and the rain has almost completely stopped by the time they make it to the citadel gates. It’s late, so the only people they come across are the occasional guard. But The King resolutely ignoring them as he carries his unconscious manservant through the corridors, his closest friends and advisors around him either openly crying or blinking away tears... well... it’s something that very much screams “DO NOT DISTURB US DO NOT SPEAK OF THIS IMMEDIATELY FORGET EVERYTHING YOU HAVE JUST SEEN”.

Elyan runs ahead to wake Gaius and warn him, so by the time everyone gets to the Physician’s chambers the fire is roaring, a patient pallet has been moved in front of the hearth, and Gaius himself is bustling around, preparing various concoctions and tinctures and blankets.

Merlin’s still shivering form is laid on the pallet, and Morgana shamelessly uses her magic to pull the heat closer and dry out his clothes. Mordred sits protectively close to the servant, one hand subconsciously close to his sword, the other resting on Merlin’s shoulder. Gwen settles between him an Morgana, and the knights figure that with her complete non-reaction to the magic... she probably already knew, she was smart like that. Gaius finally makes his way to Merlin’s side, tipping a gross smelling potion down his throat and running a hand through his hair, frowning worriedly down at his ward. 

Not a single word had been said since they entered through the castle gates, and Arthur is the first to break the silence, sitting on Merlin’s other side, opposite Morgana, and settling an almost accusing expression on his sister:

“You knew, didn’t you?”

She looks up at him, somehow appearing powerful and intimidating despite being soaked through and shivering:

“I knew he was... powerful, I didn’t know he was a God.”

Gaius’ head whips around quickly, and Arthur is surprised at the questioning horror on his face:

“A God?? There must be some mistake, Merlin is powerful yes but he’s not-”

Mordred’s quiet voice interrupts him, though he doesn’t look away from the unconscious man as his fingers twitch over so slightly closer to the hilt of his sword:

“I knew. Though if I’d known he felt so... if I’d known how he felt, I would have spoken to him about it sooner, I apologise.”

Everyone looks at the group’s youngest member in shock, almost speechless, but Gwaine stutters slightly before clearing his throat and trying again:

“So... that was real, Merlin is a fucking God.”

Mordred nods absent-mindedly, eyes flashing golden as he presses his hand to Merlin’s forehead once again, frowning. Arthur’s brow creases in concern and he leans closer to Merlin:

“What is it? Is he ok??”

Before Mordred can reply, Leon speaks up, his voice tired, but strong:

“If he’s some... powerful God, then why is he hurt in the first place? Shouldn’t he be able to resist any sort of injury or sickness??”

Mordred shakes his head, finally looking away from Merlin to gaze at the group surrounding him. He looks doubtful at first, but when he sees the genuine concern on everyone’s faces, especially from Gaius and Arthur, he sighs and speaks softly:

“It’s difficult to describe. Merlin could access the full range of his power and do anything, if he wanted, but it’s draining and complicated when stuck in a human body. He himself is a God, yes, but this form is still vulnerable and mortal; he can get injured, and sick, he can die, or at least the body can. Merlin tends to repair this body when that happens, instead of moving on. He... likes it here.”

Everyone nods, understanding at least a little, though Gaius and Lancelot look the most shell-shocked. The room goes silent once again, and Percival, sat on the floor against the end of Merlin’s pallet with Elyan and Gwaine, is the first to speak, his voice shaking and sorrowful:

“He really thinks so low of himself. He’s a God... and he was terrified of the thought of us hating him, as if such a thing were even possible.”

Gwaine curses under his breath and Leon restarts his slow pacing around the room before he stops suddenly, turning to face the others with a look of anger on his face:

“Well of course he thinks it’s bloody possible. He’s right, we treat him like a fucking servant even though he’s one of our dearest friends, and half of us talk about the evils of sorcery on a near constant basis. He’s the God of Magic, of course he’d think we would hate him.”

Everyone is taken aback at Leon’s rage, though no one can deny that what he’s said is true. Leon is... quietly protective of everyone in the group, and it’s a time like this that reminds all of them that he had known Merlin just as long as Arthur had, and definitely held a certain brotherly affection for the younger (uh... yeah, whatever) man.

The older knight sags slightly, seemingly realising how exhausted he is, and pulls a chair up next to Arthur before collapsing in it, head in his hands. Arthur pats him on the back a few times before looking back to Merlin’s now thankfully not-shivering form, taking in a deep breath and nodding his head decisively:

“Well, we’ll just have to show him that it isn’t possible. I... we need to show him that he’s... important to us. Loved.”

Morgana just raises her eyebrow at The King, but doesn’t say anything as Gaius mutters a tearful “My poor boy.” under his breath. Elyan stands from his place on the floor, moving to perch on a bench behind his sister and setting a comforting hand on her shoulder as he softly speaks:

“He needs to know that we want him to stay here, with us.”

Percival shakes his head slightly, looking conflicted:

“Wouldn’t that be... cruel? That woman... Ava, was right. We’ll all grow old and die and he’s a God, he’ll live forever and he’ll grieve. Isn’t asking him to stay selfish?”

No one has an answer, and the room grows silent, everyone stewing in their own tense thoughts, trying to weigh the pros and cons, trying to measure exactly how selfish they were willing to be when it came to Merlin.

~

The sun rising over the horizon and peaking through the uncovered windows is what wakes everyone (bar Merlin) from their fitful sleeps. All of them had been plagued with odd dreams and nightmares through the night, so despite their exhaustion, they were grateful to be awake.

No one said anything though, waking one by one and pacing briefly around the room in an attempt to cure themselves of the aches gained from falling asleep in such awkward positions.

It’s still incredibly early in the morning, so thankfully none of them are needed for at least two more candle marks, but it’s Lancelot who breaks the silence first, clearing his throat and looking down at his best friend:

“It wouldn’t be selfish.”

Arthur looks up to him, noting the bags under everyone’s eyes and the tear tracks no one had bothered to wipe away:

“What are you talking about?”

The knight runs a hand through his hair, sniffling slightly and taking a deep breath before he stares around the room, making sure everyone was awake and paying attention as he spoke:

“For us to tell him we want him to stay, it wouldn’t be selfish. You heard him, he loves it here, he’s desperate to stay, he loves us. He still has at least thirty years worth of memories to make with us, and yeah, maybe that’s not a lot in the grand scheme of the immortal life of a God, but it’s more than the ten he’s already got. We can’t take that away from him. He... he wants to be here. Telling him to leave just to alleviate our own guilt... that would be selfish.”

Everyone looks a little doubtful, bar Mordred, and it’s him that Arthur turns to:

“Mordred? You knew... what he is, which we are still definitely going to have a conversation about by the way, what do you think?”

Mordred sighs, biting his lip for a moment before finally ripping his gaze from Merlin’s still unconscious, but now healthier looking body:

“He is more than any of us will ever be able to comprehend. You still see him as just Merlin, he is, but he’s also much more; he is Emrys, the saviour, the God, the Guiding Light. He is magic itself, woven into the fabric of the universe. He inhabits every space, and no space at the same time, he exists in every grain of sand, every drop of ocean, every speck of sky. To... to assume that he is not capable of deciding what he wants is an act of unforgivable hubris. If he stays, who are you to demand he leave and name yourselves selfish, when he has not deemed it so?”

Arthur pales slightly at Mordred’s words, as does everyone else. Gwaine seems to be taking it in his stride, and Lancelot seems less surprised than Arthur thinks he should (definitely something to question, but not right now), but before anyone can say anything, Merlin twitches, a low groan escaping his throat as his brows crease.

Everyone moves quickly, gathering around his bedside in a huddle. Morgana, Mordred, and Gwen are grateful to still be sat in their seats, and if they weren’t so busy worriedly leaning over Merlin they would be rolling their eyes at the way the others were pushing and shoving to be at the front. Gaius elbows his way to be stood by Merlin’s head, a cold compress in one hand and a grey looking potion in the other.

Morgana strokes a hand through Merlin’s hair and the frown on his face eases; he blinks his eyes open, swallowing before grimacing at the taste in his mouth and groaning again. Gwen leans over his head, smiling as she settles a hand on his warm cheek:

“Morning sleepyhead. How are you feeling?”

Merlin just groans again, rubbing his shaking hands harshly into his eyes as he says, his voice dry and painful-sounding:

“Ugh. Like Arthur’s aim got miraculously better.”

Arthur rolls his eyes and flushes slightly, but before he can defend himself Merlin bolts upright, taking in a deep, ragged breath, eyes wide. Mordred focuses a concentrated expression on the side of Merlin’s head, but Arthur ignores it as he reaches forward, settling a hand on the dark-haired man’s shoulder and muttering his name:

“Merlin?”

Merlin’s breathing only gets deeper as he whips his head around to stare at Arthur. The blonde tries to smile comfortingly at him, but Merlin barely seems to notice as he scrambles back on the bed, only stopping when he comes into contact with Leon behind him.

Mordred’s face morphs into a concerned frown at Merlin’s terror, and now his tears, so instead of waiting for the man to calm down enough to let them explain, he rushes forward, grabbing the back of Merlin’s head and forcing their foreheads together before he can pull away. He shuts his eyes tightly, muttering some sort of incantation under his breath. Merlin gasps loudly and Mordred groans, holding their heads together for a few moments before collapsing back into his seat, clamping his hands over his eyes as if trying to press a headache away. Merlin slumps back against the warm body behind him, and Leon just about manages to catch him in strong arms before he falls to the floor.

This had all happened in the space of a few moments, and when the two of them still, the others unfreeze. Arthur turns on Mordred:

“What did you do?? What was that?!”

Mordred groans again, looking up blearily, first at Merlin, who seems to be in a similar state to him, leant against Leon, and then to Arthur:

“He wasn’t calming down, so I shared my memories. From when we met at the edge of the forest yesterday, to just before he woke up. It’ll take him a little longer than me to sort through them.”

Arthur nods and Morgana looks impressed, and everyone looks to Merlin again, waiting for him to pull the hands from his eyes and talk to them, look at them, anything.

He finally seems to relax his muscles and Leon rubs his hands up and down his arms softly; despite the fact that he’d been warmed by the fire, the knight was still oddly worried about Merlin being too cold. He lets out a deep breath, lowering his shaking hands as he slowly raises his teary gaze, staring at Arthur:

“You... you want me to stay?”

Arthur ignores the tears dripping down his cheeks as nods desperately, forcing a soft smile on his face as he sniffles:

“Yes. Please. We don’t want you to go, we don’t hate you.”

Merlin launches himself at Arthur and the only thing stopping The King from falling back from Merlin’s surprising weight is Percival’s hand on his back. Arthur wraps his arms tightly around Merlin’s middles, turning his head to press a kiss to the other man’s temple as he tries to get his tears under control; he completely ignores the others in favour of muttering into Merlin’s hair:

“It’s alright, Merlin. You stay here, with us, as long as you want. We... I, love you. Stay, please.”

Merlin just sobs harder, gripping the back of Arthur’s tunic as he kneels on the bed, his response stuttering and barely understandable:

“But- but I’m-”

Arthur just hushes him, stroking a hand through his hair and giving everyone else in the room pointed looks. They all crowd around Merlin again, placing comforting hands on his back and shoulders and arms and hands. Mordred whispers his adoration in Merlin’s head, and Morgana presses a kiss to the nape of his neck, all in the hopes of convincing him that the memories he had were true.

His breathing finally calms, and Arthur shuffles to the side so he can sit down next to him, not daring to remove the arms from around his neck or push him away. Merlin pulls away himself when Arthur settles, but doesn’t move far, and there’s no space between them as he hastily wipes the tears from his face, staring at him lap, cheeks flushed. Arthur takes his hand slowly in his, but Merlin still doesn’t look up, so Morgana kneels in front of him, placing her hand on his knee softly and saying with a teasing smirk on her face:

“You know, if I’d known that my teacher was The God of Magic, I might’ve complained less at the studying you make me do.”

Merlin finally looks up at her, a weak smile on his face, and Morgana winks at him. It’s Gwaine who tries next, settling on Merlin’s other side and sighing loudly:

“Forget the God thing do you know how many pranks we could’ve pulled if you’d told me you had magic?? Can’t believe you’d take that opportunity from me, all of you.”

He gives Mordred and Morgana jokingly offended glares and they roll their eyes, though their attention is quickly drawn back to Merlin, whose hands are clenching tightly in his lap. The room goes dark all of a sudden, and a glance to the window would tell them that the clear morning was suddenly overcast, thunder rumbling in the distance as rain slammed against the glass. Arthur squeezes Merlin’s hand and quickly, though gently, shoves Morgana out of the way, kneeling in front of Merlin and lifting his chin with his free hand:

“It’s fine, Merlin. We’ve all got a ton of questions but everything’s going to be alright, I swear. In fact, I’m glad we found out, it was cruel of us to make you live in a kingdom where you aren’t accepted, but that changes now, I promise.”

Merlin stands suddenly and walks between them, taking a deep breath before turning suddenly a scowl on his face:

“It wasn’t her choice to make, it was mine, and she took it from me.-”

With every harsh the thunder grew closer and the glass in the window frame shook more violently:

“-I was going to tell you after you changed your mind about magic because it had to come from the heart. You can’t change the Kingdom just for my sake! I wanted to do it properly and she took that from me because she was bored!”

Everyone rushes to say something in an effort to calm him down, both for the safety of the windows and his happiness, but Arthur’s blunt-

“Why?”

-stops them in their tracks. Merlin looks to him sharply, though Arthur is grateful for the thunder quietening down as he replies:

“What do you mean why? Why what?”

Arthur huffs out a gentle laugh, shaking his head in disbelief:

“Why can’t I change the Kingdom for you? You’re important, you’ve touched so many lives in so many wonderous ways; that in itself tells me that magic isn’t evil, so why can’t I change the Kingdom for you?”

The thunder stops and the rain slows to a gentle patter as Merlin tilts his head, his scowl of anger morphing into a sad, confused frown as he responds in a small voice:

“But... I’m just a servant. You’re not doing it out of fear, so I’m still just... nobody important.”

Arthur just laughs again, walking towards Merlin and settling soft hands on his shoulders, grateful to feel the others close to his back:

“You have never once been just a servant, Merlin. Something tells me you’ve been saving my life, and this Kingdom, since the day we met, so even if it had no effect on anyone else whatsoever, I would still change the law. Because you are a good man, and you are important, and you deserve it. Compared to you, it is us, who are just human.-”

Merlin frowns again and Arthur rolls his eyes to stop him arguing:

“-Just... give me another hug, and accept it. You idiot.”

He can feel someone (probably Morgana) thump him on the back, but he doesn’t turn around, eagerly returning Merlin’s hug when the brunette wraps his arms around Arthur’s middle tightly. The King presses closer, uncaring of what his audience thinks of him for the first time in his life (probably because he has a feeling that they’ve known of his... affections, longer than even he has) and  mutters his question into Merlin’s ear:

“We... I love you, Merlin, more than anything. Will you stay with me?”

The King is vaguely aware of his First Knight whispering “I told you so, idiot.” behind him, but all he cares about is the sensation of the God, more ancient and powerful than anything he could ever comprehend, nodding into is neck.

THE END!!

I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope y’all like it!!

Link to the Dark!Merlin version (I warn you, it’s hella angsty) is at the top!! :)

[simplyahoe]

Kinktober Day 6 : Nipple Play

Dedicated to a lovely @cakepop-tatertot

Also here are the prompts again

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TW : time travel, slight dub con, threesome, Light Bondage, overstim

Character : Akaza/Hakuji, Koyuki

Male Reader

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You laid on the tatami, a bit stunned from falling into a portal while sparring with Akaza and dropping into a house.

Across the room is a couple.

A very familiar looking male, around 18, with black hair and pink eyelashes. His eyes are a beautiful light blue. He is in a martial arts gi, criminal tattoos around his arms.

The girl on the other hand, doesn’t look familiar at all. Black hair held up with a snowflake pin. A very familiar snowflake. Pink to light blue kimono with a snow pattern. Pink eyes with white flower irises.

“Who are you?” Akaza’s voice came from the guy

“I’m a demon slayer…..” you stared at the two “you?

“I’m Hakuji and this is my Fiancé, Koyuki.” Hakuji’s brows furrowed

You thought about it

“Could any of you tell me what time period it is?”

“Of course, Edo.” Hakuji answered

“Time travel.”

You huffed. It isn’t a demon blood art. You two were sparring in the safety of Akaza’s small safe haven.

“Anyone here made a wish of sorts?”

Silence.

Slowly Koyuki raised her hand

“Eh?!” Hakuji looked a bit shocked

“I kind of made a wish on a star.” She hid her face behind her sleeves “I wanted to know what will make you feel good for our wedding night.”

His face became red. In fact, his blush went down his neck and to his ears. Just like a specific demon you know. It then clicked in your mind, Akaza looked really similar to Hakuji. They looked like twins. It means that Akaza and Hakuji are one in the same. What could have happened to make him turn into a demon?

“I think I have a vague Idea, but don’t kill me if I’m right.” You pointed at Hakuji “I am currently involved with a demon named Akaza.”

“So?” I guess being a brat has always been in his blood

“And he looks an awful lot like you. So something bad might happen to cause you to become a demon.”

“Wha-“

“I’m not done.” You gave a pointed look “to put it simply, Akaza and I fuck. We live in Taisho, so Koyuki-San must have passed somewhere along the line.”

That gave them a shock

“And if I’m correct, I’m supposed to be here to teach her the ways of fucking you.”

You ended the statement there to give them time to process what was just said. It took a few minutes but Koyuki was pretty quick about it.

“Please teach me!” She grabbed your hand “If I don’t have time left, I want to make the most of it!”

“Wait.” Hakuji’s voice wavered

“This means the three of us fuck then.” You grinned

“Do I get a choice?”

“Nope, if you want to send me home, we fucking tonight.”

“Wait…”

You two didn’t listen, pushing him to the bedroom. Koyuki pulled out a futon while you held Hakuji in place. When she nodded, you threw him onto the bedding, sliding behind him and holding his thighs slightly open with your legs.

“WAIT!”

He yelped when you slide his gi off his shoulders, catching his elbow before it can hit your face. Wrestling his arms behind his back, you held both his wrists with one hand, using the belt to tie his hands back. He struggled, but it held.

“Lady Koyuki come here”

You wave her over, pulling her hands to his chest

“His neck and ears are his weak points, but these are what get him going.”

You pinch a nipple, gaining a squeak from the shy, squirming Hakuji. He bites his lip in an attempt to keep quiet.

You lick the shell of his ear before nibbling on it, gaining some quiet sounds from the Soryu fighter.

“Try it.”

She watches as her fiancé wriggles in your grasp before nodding in determination and pressing his other nipple. His gasp is music.

“Good boy.” You murmured into his ear

Koyuki noticed and took a mental note. She mimicked your movements as he started to fight his bonds. Licking his ears and kissing down his neck, remembering your words.

It’s odd seeing black hair with blue eyes, but it's nothing too much of a shock. His mannerisms are still pretty similar, just less shy about his body.

His nipples are now hard, the one that you played with is slightly pinker. Mainly from your rougher treatment.

“How about you try sucking and gently biting them?”

“Wah?”

Slightly pleasure dazed, Hakuji didn’t really catch your words. He only watched his future wife get closer to his chest, till she latched on. He threw his head back, resting against your shoulder, as a moan fell past his lips.

“Ple- please st- stop.”

“Hmm?”

“Feels we-weird. Please.”

“Oh is that so?”

You worked off his pants and fundoshi. Hakuji barely managed to move his head to look at what you are doing. His dick in hand, you motioned for Koyuki to sit back and watch, grinding the tip of your thumb into his slit.

“Ghiiiiii!”

He grit his teeth as he came. Eyes rolled back as tears fell from his eyes. Head thrown against your shoulder his entire body tensed. He unknowingly pushed his whole body against you. As he fell from his high, he drooped into your hold.

“It tastes a bit weird, but do you want to try?”

White painted knuckles pressed against her tongue as she licked some of his release off. Her face scrunched at the taste. Shrugging, you licked your hand clean.

“Ple…. Please…. Enough….” Hakuji huffed

“If that was enough, why am I still here?” You kissed his tempel “don’t worry, I think after the next thing I’ll be gone.”

“Please….” His eyes closed, “Take care…. of me……”

“I will.”

You laid him down, untying him and spreading his legs. Motioning Koyuki closer, you showed her the lube piece.

“That dissolves in saliva, do you want me to dissolve it?”

She nodded

“I will be teaching you how to fuck his ass. So I will put the lube in your hand ok?”

She nodded once again. You stuck it in your mouth, waiting until it fully liquefied. Pulling her hand to your mouth, you allowed the lube to drip from your mouth. Once it was all out, you guided her hand.

“Slow at first.”

You muttered to her, as her middle finger slipped into his ass. Once her first finger fully entered you motioned to her how to move her hand.

“Now I think he is loose enough for a second finger.”

Her ring finger started to slip in. She worked through the motions taught, quickly gaining some soft, weak cries.

“Now, find the prostate. It will make him feel the best.”

You put Hakuji’s head onto your lap, allowing her to fully explore on her own. His hands weakly grasped onto your uniform. Tears falling faster as more noises slip from his lips.

Quiet praises fell from Koyuki’s lips as she explored. Until his thighs came together accompanied with a loud yelp.

“You found it! Now that place will make any man feel good, but I learned that he likes it rough.”

You played with his short hair, brushing tears away every so often. Hands traveled down to play with his chest.

“Got it!” She quickly started moving again, drawing cries and moans from his lips.

This is getting you hot, pants feeling uncomfortable and tight. You moved your pants down enough to pull out your dick.

“May I?”

You looked at Koyuki

“Go ahead. You become someone important to him.”

Hakuji didn’t give a second thought, he allowed you to enter his mouth. You muffled his sounds with your dick, the vibrations becoming pleasant. He is sloppy, saliva dripped from the corners of his lips as he tries to suck you off.

“MMNNNNHHH”

He squealed through his second orgasm, noise only muffled by your cock. The vibrations shocked through you, causing you to cum down his throat.

Hakuji slowly came down. Hips rutting against nothing. Koyuki wiped her hand off with a pre-prepared towel, a satisfied smile on her face.

You pulled out. He gasped for air, trying to slow his breathing. Saliva and white dribbled down his face

“Gonna….. Die….” With his last thought said, he slipped into unconsciousness

“You did good, Lady Koyuki.” You fix your clothes as you started to fade, “ But there is nothing else I can teach.”

“Thank you” she chirped, way too happy having finger fucked her fiancé into oblivion

“See you on the other side.”

Black

“Oi… OIIIII!” Akaza flooded your senses

“Huh?”

“You disappeared for an hour and returned asleep.”

You laid on your back, head in his lap. He leaned over you, hands in your hair, gently massaging your scalp. His little vest covers you like a very tiny blanket.

“Let’s just say, you were cute as a human.” You smiled up at him

“I hope you remember that I don’t remember anything about being a human >.<“ he has such a cute pout

“Yeah.”