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thunderous-wolf · 3 months

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Drunk Dazed

Installment 2 of my series of "Thoughtz"

Note: "Thoughtz" is a compilation of

drafts of fanfic that l've had in my notes

for a while. They're unedited and most are

unfinished. Since I do not feel motivated

enough to finish them, I'm posting them

all for you to read. Enjoy~

Greyscale

Part 3 of 3

Pairing: Bangchan x fem!reader

Plot: You find yourself in a strange world...

Warnings: its supposed to be a little confusing, violence, guns and shooting, tazers, death, really bad jokes

a/n: This was a goofy project inspired by

a friend that consists of three separate

stories tied together. Just like a dream.

they don't have a clear plot and are

strictly for fun.

Please DO NOT copy, translate or steal

my works.

Part 1 // Part 2

You rushed to the edge of the stage - however, it had other plans for you. The curtains were being drawn, and at their speed, there was no way you'd beat them. You collided (gracefully) into the billowing curtains. Even though they were movable, they did not let you pass to the audience. Instead, it pushed you towards upstage.

The spotlight was no longer fixed on the table, but instead, a door. You recognized it. It was the steel door that you encountered in the beginning of this mess. Perhaps it would lead you home?

You reached out for the handle of the door. This was the third and hopefully final door of your adventure. A pensive feeling crept over you as you grabbed the handle. As expected, it was cold to the touch. You twisted it and tried to pull open the door. However, it required more strength than you thought. You tried again and were successful, except the force of the door closing was greater than yours. With this, you were thrown (quite literally) into your new surroundings.

You found yourself in a hallway. The hallway outstretched a little ways to both your left and right. It was stark white just like the door, and reeked of cleaner used to thoroughly clean something. By the pungentness of the smell you could tell they had to use the cleaner several times. Just what exactly did they need to clean so often?

In front of you was a door slightly ajar. You could hear a harsh conversation coming from within. With nothing else to do, you decided to eavesdrop.

"You lost the files?!" A commanding male voice rang out.

"I'm sorry sir, he just appeared out of nowhere and caught me off guard! I-It won't happen again - I swear!" A younger sounding voice spoke.

"You're right, it won't happen again. Because you won't get the chance to."

BANG

You gasped when you heard the gunshot sound. After hearing the thud of presumably a body hitting the ground, you didn't think before you ran. You didn't care if they heard your footsteps echoing down the hallway. As long as you were far enough away...

As you rounded the corner to the next hallway, you heard a door slam open and many footsteps ascend into the previous hallway. Ahead of you was a big red exit sign. Through the small window on the door, you saw a small balcony similar to one on an old brick apartment. Knowing it was your only chance of escape, you ran to the door and didn't hesitate to go through it.

Thick city air met your lungs as soon as you were outside. You were standing on a balcony that went in three directions stretching over an old apartment complex in what seemed like an abandoned city. There was a path to your left that went on for a little bit until it changed into a stairs that climbed up the building onto another level. Another path continued straight ahead of you across a parking lot and to another old apartment complex. The path to your right kept on going until the end of the building where it suddenly ended. It looked like something crashed into the side of the building and ripped the end of the metal balcony clean off. There was a good 50ft drop from the rail to the ground, so it would be a bad idea to fall.

Abruptly, you were reminded of the dire situation. Mindlessly, your feet began to run in whatever direction you were facing - which happened to be towards the right. There was no time to turn around, as the men from earlier would surely catch you. You took a big breath, nearing the end of the balcony, and hoped you would land on something, anything. You got ready to jump, when suddenly an arm grabbed you. You were pulled by a firm hand on the small of your back into something warm.

Opening your eyes, you see that you're pulled flush against a man's chest. Looking up, you see a familiar face once again.

"Where do you think you're going, Agent y/n?" He said in a hushed voice. His small dimpled grin drew in your focus like a magnet - which was a good thing, because if you remembered how close you were to him you would have definitely had a heart attack. Before you could respond - though, you didn't know what you'd say if you did - the door to the balcony was abruptly opened and out rushed several armed men.

From where you were, they could not see you. You were hidden behind a large pillar-like thing that jotted out two feet and hid you from view. You were standing on a small ledge that wrapped around the building. It seemed as if these buildings were old enough that the ledge could crumble, but that was lower on the list of things running through your mind.

"Where'd she go? Spread out and search for her! You. Go that way. You three check the ledge and see if she jumped. The rest of you with me to the main building! We can't let her escape!" An authoritative voice said from not too far away.

You held your breath as the footsteps got closer. They wouldn't notice you if they just looked from the edge of the rail. But if they peeked around the overhang...

"I don't see any evidence of her jumping. There's nothing for her to land on, and a fall would kill her from this height."

"Let's go back and search the area."

At that they turned around and went back towards the center balcony. The breath you'd been holding that time was finally released. You looked up at the man with you. You were still trapped in his grasp, and with his muscles, there's no way you could wriggle free without falling. He noticed you staring and smiled.

"Hey, the time for ogling is later. We need to get outta here." He said playfully. He then let you adjust over to the right of him so he could lead the way out - which happened to be continuing on to the next side of the building. Thankfully, the ledge was two feet wide so you didn't have to worry too bad about falling. "Follow me."

Still rather shaken from your previous proximity to him, you wordlessly follow his lead. He was moving quite fast for being so high up in the air, but then again, he did talk to you like you were an agent of some sort... Agent or not, you had to catch up. He had already rounding the corner of the building.

Vzzzzzzzzzz- Pk!

After carefully climbing around the corner, you see that he had shot something between a zip line and grappling hook across the empty highway and to the lowest level of the building across from us. He was hooking on a handle when a bunch of enemy recruits appeared on the other side of the building.

"There they are! Seize them and get the files at all costs!" The one in front said. At this, an onslaught of people came charging at you. This would have been easy if you actually were an agent, but obviously you're not, and without a gun you had nothing to do but stay out of your fellow agent's way. Which wasn't a problem because he was handling himself perfectly fine. He was taking on the goons like he's done it since birth, his agile movements making it look all too easy.

It was all going smoothly until you noticed a shadow coming from above you. On the rooftop was a hit man holding a very expensive looking gun that was aimed right at your partner. There was no way he'd notice as he was focused on the fight infront of him. You had to do something.

"HEY! There's a guy up there aiming a gun at you!" You yelled. But your efforts were in vain. He didn't hear you over the shouting of the goons and remained where he was. You closed your eyes and hoped he would somehow move from the bullet's path.

BOOM!

Klunk

A piece of metal falls by your feet and startles you from your terrified stance. Peeking your eyes open, your heart skips a beat when you find that your partner is still very much alive and well. You gazed back up at where the hit man was and see that he's doubled over on the edge of the building, a bullet hole in him instead of your partner. At your feet lay his gun, a little dented, but probably still working. You pick it up in hopes that you could use it to help your friend.

"Don't fire it, it has a defense mechanism. Hand it to me, quickly!" He said suddenly. You had no clue how he knew what you were doing, but you did as he asked and handed him the gun. He took it and used it to shove the next few ruffians, making them topple into each other. He then pushed a button on the gun and backed away. Immediately, the gun sent out massive electrical charges that electrocuted the pile, since they were all wearing something metal.

Smirking, your partner turned to you.

"They gotta taste of their own medicine, yeah?" He remarked more to himself than you. "That should take care of them for a little while." Then he turned to face the street. "Nice shot, but you could've been quicker!" He yelled.

"Well, I was gonna say a sniper joke, but it was a long shot and I don't think it would hit the target audience." A familiar voice responded from across the street. You looked to your partner to confirm that you weren't imagining things and he wasn't actually talking to a building. With an eye roll, he looked back at you and pointed to a window. Squinting, you could see a silhouette leaning against the window frame.

"That's Agent Chaconne. Once you get over to the other side of the street, she'll give you the chip reader."

You glanced back at the figure in the window, then at your partner- who was motioning you to get on the zip line and get a move on it. For some reason, you felt that you could trust your new ally. You reluctantly grabbed the handle of the zip line and zoomed across the desolate street.

It was kind of fun zooming above the road. Besides the fact that there are who knows how many people out there trying to kill you, this was pretty enjoyable. You were almost at the end when a bullet flew by your head, ruining the mood. You began to freak out when you realized you were a sitting duck while on the zip line. You frantically looked around to try to see what's going on. Your partners were already a step ahead of you. One was already countering the new wage of goons, while the other was shooting like no one's business, sniper shots whizzing around you.

You finally made it to the end zip point and let go of the handle. You landed by the entrance of an alleyway. You quickly ran around the corner of the nearest building to cover yourself from fire. Supposedly, Agent Chaconne was going to find you and get the chip reader. Seeing as she was quite busy currently, you didn't expect that to happen anytime soon. You crouched in your hiding spot and decided to wait for her to find you.

It was hard to hear over the constant shooting. So much so that you didn't notice someone approaching you until he was 30ft away from you. Realizing this, you got up and ran down the alley. He was faster than you though, and it wouldn't be long until he caught you. Nonetheless, you kept running.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see something moving on the metal stairs above you. You see a brief flash of light reflect off the brick walls and glance back to see what it was. The man chasing you earlier was laying face first on the ground. Agent Chaconne was standing a little ways behind him holding a fancy looking tazer gun.

"Guess he found that one shocking, eh?" She quipped. Seeing that you didn't find her joke very funny and were more terrified than anything she swiftly changed subject. "I'm sure he already told you, but I'm Agent Chaconne." She said as she pulled down her mask to show you her face. A wave of realization hit you - it was Lisha! That's why she seemed so familiar. "Here's the chip reader. Don't break it, it's the only one I brought." She extended her hand to reveal said object. You grabbed it and stuffed it in your pocket.

"What do I do with these?" You asked, motioning to the two items given to you.

"If you go down the alleyway a little ways, there should be a narrow offshoot ally to your right. It's not very long, and at the end there's a door to a passageway. Go through that door. After that, you'll be able to figure it out."

Figure it out?! What did that mean? Before you could ask, she was already telling you to go. You had one question that needed answered though. What about your male partner? Was he coming with? Lisha seemed to know what you were thinking as you looked back to the building you once stood on. He was still fighting people up there, seemingly never growing tired.

"He'll be joining us shortly. He's just-"

"HE CUT THE ROPE!" You exclaimed. The zip line that once stretched across the street was now sagging on the ground.

*sigh* "That man. Always wants to leave with a BANG." She said, chuckling to herself at some sort of inside joke. You didn't quite find it funny how he was gonna get himself killed.

"He's gonna DIE?!" You anxiously shrieked. This, she seemed to find even funnier than her previous joke.

"Pffffft! Die? No, he's too stubborn for that. Now get a move on it, before someone else finds you." She said with sudden authority. Seeing your hesitancy, she added, "Don't worry, I'll watch after him. He won't die as long as I have something to say about it."

You then reluctantly turned around and headed towards the end of the alleyway. Surely enough there was indeed a side ally. Just as you start to turn down the ally, you hear a loud boom and a bunch of old cement crumbling to the ground. Out of the corner of your eye, you see part of a building fall down. You decide to keep going, even though your heart wanted to turn back to make sure everyone's alright. You reach for the doorhandle, feeling a bit of deja vu once again. You pull open the door and hear an agitated "CHRI-" in the background. But the word was never finished before you were sucked inside the door.

You startled from your slumber and found yourself now back in your beloved house. Had that all just been a dream? It all had felt so real, the adrenaline running through your veins and the wind in your hair. Was that man all just a vision in your head too?

THE END

#stray kids #thoughtz #bang chan #bangchan #stray kids bang chan #stray kids chan imagines #skz bang chan #skz bangchan #skz #stray kids x reader #skz x reader

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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Ok first id like to share some good news: finished all my tests for the semester, and i think i only failed like 2 or 3!! More good news, more fics that ill get around to writing!! Or ill just post my unfinished drafts. I mean there's a yandere Jake (platonic dad yandere) fic and a "spider w permanant brain damage from the scanner fic" and even more just absolutely collecting dust in my drafts

New idea that I'll def finish this time tho: Humans but there unrealistically better than they are. There's no RDA, no big mining operation, no deforestation or driving natives out or dying earth, just humans being natural born explorers who are mind blown at an entire different planet with life.

And that's wild! They thought they were alone, the universe looking back on itself, explorers of a vast and endless yet lonely expanse. Then boom! Life! Life on a different planet, life so different yet similar. A life that has their own culture and languages, that's so intertwined with nature, they're capable of forming a deep connection at a moments notice! That's amazing! (Forgive me for my amazement, watching Rio and i just love the movie)

Anyway, in this au with no evil corporation only interested in money heading this operation, humans are way nicer! And weirder.

I imagine the Na'vis early experiences w humans are like what some of us think that aliens are doing (crop circles, abducting cows, just standing around naked) (and i say naked because most photos of aliens have em in no clothes. Or they're wearing a full body grey suit). I imagine that at first they don't believe humans are real because they don't show themselves often, only spotted by like a handful. Like "i saw this small pink creature by the river today! It had hair and eyes and hands and feet, and walked on it's legs!" "What the Eywa are you talking abt"

I imagine the first human they meet is a weirdo who's exceptionally brave. They walk up to a Na'vi and just start speaking in the most nonsensical Na'vi ever, that they managed to learn from observing them. They just follow them atound all day, keeps saying Na'vi phrases until whoever they're following just walks to camp and presents them and they're like "hey what is this."

Or, alternatively

Humans try staying away from them cause they're like twice their size and capable of making weapons, except for one person. This one spends their time following around a specific Na'vi and annoying them. They hum little tunes, they're spotted once and disapear behind the trees, they're daring enough to get ahold of their tools and try to study them. Then they start trying to communicate with them, little phrases yadda yadda. All while the Na'vi is going back home like "no mom, i promise i didn't loose my knife, this small pink creature stole it!"

They're like so fed up with the human and everyone around them cause they're like "what are you talking abt" so they're trying to get evidence of their existance. Eventually they do get them and present them to the tribe like "see!! I told you they were real!!!" And they're like "huh. Ok. What is this thing."

Dont have any idea how im gonna further w this but ye! Humans are way nicer and not run by a greedy corporation au

VERY EXCITING! I'm very sure you didn't fail anything. I want bOTH of those collecting dust drafts please and thank you.

No Rio and Avatar have been going hand and fucking hand lately lol. This idea is so fucking funny dude. I'm CACKLING. I absolutely adore the idea of humans being perceived as the aliens in any context and just how weird that would be, and it's not touched upon ENOUGH in Avatar because we come into the world when they have known each other. Hit us with that Grace and Mo'at developing friendship dude. I've always loved that and wanted it explored more.

#grace augustine #mo'at #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron)

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abhainnwhump · 3 months

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IMYM: Chapter 19 Rainbows Over Shadows: Dream

(Content Warnings: Death, body horror, disturbing imagery, mind control, serious Cream/Xunshine angst because I can’t leave Dream alone. To everyone who saw me accidently post the unfinished draft, no you didn't.)

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Catching him off guard, Dream felt a shudder down to his bones. He was simply walking through the Omega Timeline, on a calm quiet day, before it struck. Another Code Purple happened somewhere in the multiverse and it needed his help. He sighed, holding his hand to his face for a moment before creating a portal and dashing through. They didn’t bother telling Core because they didn’t believe there was time. Something inside him knew this one was more serious than the ones prior, more dangerous. Something changed from the period Nightmare didn’t attack at all.

Dream arrived in the Doodlesphere faster than the feeling spawned in his chest. He jumped from island to island until he spotted the signature signs of corruption. Dark clouds, purple and black liquid on the ground, cracking, and a strong negative feeling. The original portal had four sets of wings, four on each side, and they dripped with malice.

“Birdtale . . . oh, Aviar! Aviar, no!” Dream would’ve gone closer, but he couldn’t. The smog was so thick it blocked the entrance like a wall. His hand wouldn’t even phase through it. None of the AUs, none of the twenty-one AUs infected by this curse, forbid his entry. Dream shot a positive arrow at the door, but it did nothing.

The pollution entered his nonexistent lungs and he choked, but he wasn’t going to give up. Dream pressed his nails into his palm as he tried to think of a new plan. He wasn’t going to let them die. He could sense the sheer terror emitting from the inside.

“Havin’ some issues, brah?”

Dream screamed and turned around with his bow. He lowered it once he saw who it was, Fresh. He was almost twice as tall as they were, excluding the heelies and propeller. His jaw worked on a piece of bubblegum.

“Yes. No. I don’t know anymore.” Dream sighed, pointing at the portal. He could hear the screaming of innocents in the back of his mind. His bones chilled him. “I can’t go in. Innocents are dying and I have to help! Can you help me break it down?”

“I could give it a shot. Move outta da way.” Fresh swung his baseball bat at the entryway and it barely cracked. He tried again. Still nothing. He snapped his fingers and formed a Gaster Blaster, firing it to break the black.

Dream watched the corruption spread from where the blast hit. He summoned a bit of his positivity magic on it. Sparks exploded like a firecracker, but the negative shield didn’t budge. Fresh stepped back and snapped his fingers to rid the Gaster Blaster.

“What? What is going on here . . . ?” Dream narrowed his eye sockets, staring at his hand. They looked back up at the corrupted arch. Part of the entrance was still open, a blue swirling portal darkening more by the second. He had a chance. Dream readied his dual swords and made a run for it.

“Broski! What d~a heck are ya doin’? Duck!” Fresh caught Dream’s arm and pulled him away from the portal.

“Fresh? What was that for-!” Dream gasped and dropped to the ground. A bolt of teal magic shot at him. If Dream had continued his path, the lightning would have incinerated him on the spot.

From the bolt, it started another phase of corruption. Liquid malice seeped from the bottom of the door. It crept up the stone archway, turning the gray stones black. The blast of negativity sucked the air from Dream’s nonexistent lungs and he crumpled to the ground. Well, almost. It felt as so. Fresh jumped back as a tendril of negativity tried to grab him by the leg.

“Oh . . . thank you then. I’m sorry.” Dream took a breath, looking at Fresh.

The parasite blinked at the destruction and kept an arm around Dream so he wouldn't try running again. "Listen . . . I know ya not gonna be chill with dis, but ya not gonna help anyone by tryin' and failin'. You're trippin' if you think ya gonna try and go there. So come on and let's bounce."

Dream looked between Fresh and the archway. He wanted to run back in. His instincts urged him to save them, but he knew Fresh had a point. Blue's words about the danger of risking himself came back to his head. Dream's body slacked in Fresh's grip. He knew the regret would hit him later. The smartest thing to do was wait until tomorrow when the malice left.

Birdtale would still be there, he knew it would be.

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When Dream told his boyfriend about his plan with Fresh, he wanted to join. Cross insisted on acting as their bodyguard in case something went wrong. And he wanted to see what Nightmare’s plan was. The extra support took a weight off Dream’s shoulders and he accepted.

Dream teleported the three to Birdtale’s portal in the Doodlesphere. It was still dark and corrupted, but it was calm and silent now. The malice lay still and the arch was dark. One of the side wings fell off and crumbled on the ground.

Cross looked at the two and readied his daggers. “Are you dudes, ready?”

“Ready, brah.” Fresh said. Dream nodded as his response and squeezed Cross’s hand. They all walked through the portal.

Dream opened his eye sockets and stared at the AU. He gasped in horror. Fresh’s determination slightly slid off his face.

Cross’s stance tensed and he prepared himself for any possible battle. “What happened here?”

Birdtale’s beautiful scenery turned into something from a nightmare. Black clouds covered a muddy orange sky streaked with crimson and purple. The once bountiful plants withered until trees lost their leaves. The flowers lost their colors and drooped to the ground. Polluted water corrupted the streams and waterfalls, leaving chunks in the liquid. The sticky air was humid, hot and cold at the same time. And with the horrid stench of blood and rotten apples, it was a miracle they stayed conscious.

The easy-going monsters . . . changed. Their bodies were covered in black malice with eyes piercing red or violet. Their wings, if they even still had them, were torn and matted and dust-stained. Two winged monsters scratched at each other in the sky. The one on the left tore the right’s wing off. The victim screeched and sunk their teeth into the other’s neck, causing them both to fall into the abyss below. Dream took a shaky breath.

If it wasn’t for his friends’ positivity at his side, Dream would have passed out, possibly with a seizure. So much hatred . . .

Fresh touched one of the grayed trees. His glasses shifted to OUCH. The leaf crumbled to the ground. Dead, gone.

“My brother happened,” Dream said, answering Cross’s question. His voice was quiet. He’s seen several Code Purples, but none of them . . . none of them were this tragic, or destructive. And they could usually stop them before they reached this level, what could’ve made them unable to enter this AU?

Dream stood back up and closed his eye sockets. He took a deep breath and his body tingled with golden light. It was difficult to explain how his positivity-sensing powers worked. The closest comparison he could make was to heat vision. Souls with positive auras would have a yellow glow and the negative ones would glow purple. He couldn’t sense a single positive aura that wasn’t corrupted.

“This may not be the best idea but . . . I think we should split up. If anyone finds something strange or helpful, take it. I need to know what the difference is between Birdtale and the other Code Purples.” Dream stated, unsure of himself.

Cross narrowed his eye sockets. He looked around and unsheathed his daggers. He spoke in his commander voice. “I don’t trust this, but fine. I’ll take the right wing. Fresh, take the left. Dream, go directly into the town. Be careful and we’ll meet back in an hour.”

They split up. Cross dashed right and Fresh started to the left. Dream prepared himself and went down the middle, exploring the main town and mountain.

It didn’t feel like too long ago when the Star Sanses fought here and ate nice cream with Aviar and Lark. Dream looked to the sky where the flight platform lay. It was snapped down the middle. Boards hung loose and malice covered them, crawling with black, purple, red, and teal. The rest of the town didn’t fare better. Dream couldn’t tell which were fallen buildings and which were fallen monsters. Their colors and shapes all blended into one. Or some could have been monsters who had the fate of fusing with the buildings. Only their muffled wails and incoherent words were any sign they were there. Shadows shuffled behind him, along with moaning. Dream looked to his side and spotted Birdtale Toriel, dragging herself along. Her body was a mutilated mess with a disfigured melted mouth, black melted eyes, and a body torn with malice.

Dream’s soul beat faster in his chest. He regretted the decision to split up. He wanted Cross at his side, Fresh, Blue, someone. The voices in the walls surrounded him, taking over his mind.

Save us. Free us. It hurts. Let us die.

They felt like a terrible person for running, but they did. Dream ran through the village. He couldn’t take the negativity and he knew that despite all his power, there was nothing he could do. He jumped over piles of corruption, destruction, and bodies. Dream felt if he lingered too long there, he would go mad. The more distinct the voices grew, the worse he felt. He made out Papion’s distinct voice, the brother of Aviar. Where was he? He hoped he had the relief of death and was not turned into . . . one of these creatures.

Dream dashed down the left until he found a cleared space. The only malice was in pockets across the ground, the rest was dead grass. Dream looked into the sky, catching his breath. He hoped to find Cross and Fresh, he hoped they were safe. The field where he stood was the remains of a battlefield. A body lay bleeding, a head and an arm missing. The blood has long dried and developed an unpleasant odor. Dream crouched down and grabbed a stick to flip it over with. He gasped and covered his mouth at the sight. It was Lark. Their severed arm and left waist appeared as if something or someone was eating at it. Their other hand loosely held a knife. Dream recognized it as Horror’s damage.

The body was covered in less malice than the rest of the monsters, so Dream could touch it. He picked the body up, looked around, and lay it in a burnt hole. He wasn’t sure where their head was, it could have been under some rubble. He pushed nearby dirt over it with his hand. The poor child didn’t deserve this.

Dream looked over the body and listened to the bitter whistle of the wind. No, wait. That wasn’t a whistle. It sounded too alive to be the wind. Dream turned around.

The monster that crawled on the ground was a grotesque mess. Its wings stood straight up with no feathers, bones creaking and reaching into the sky. The left side of its mouth was caved in; a massive slash lay across his forehead. His goggles were cracked and lopsided, barely hanging on. Yet despite the scars, Dream saw the person underneath. And according to the response, the monster did the same.

“Help . . . me,” Aviar moaned. “It hurts . . .”

“Aviar!” Dream hurried towards his friend. He kneeled in front of him, coaxing his soul from his corrupted chest. It was pitch black, burning with so much negativity he couldn’t hold it. Dream let it go and gave it back to him. “What happened here?”

The hate-filled monster coughed up malice. “He did . . . stop, pain . . .”

Dream eye sockets pricked with tears. More than anything he wanted to heal his pain, this fate worse than death, but he didn’t know how. “I don’t understand. Who’s ‘he’? Nightmare?”

“Yes. Nightmare . . did this. He, Horror, Dust, Killer, and . . .” Aviar groaned again.

“And who? Aviar, who?”

The raven opened his mouth, but instead of words, a fountain of black sludge spewed. Dream jumped back. Aviar arched his back and growled at the back of his throat. He crawled closer, clawing at the ground. Dream kneeled back down, slow, steady, and cautious. He moved as close as he could without touching the malice. He waited, hoping to get an answer out of Aviar if he was motionless and patient.

Yet, Dream didn’t. Aviar looked like his body and mind were hanging on by the thinnest of threads. He looked at the guardian with hunger. “Too . . . too much positivity. Need it.”

Confused and concerned by his tone, Dream grabbed his sword out of instinct. “What are you talking about? What-”

Aviar lunged. Dream summoned a positivity shield as his defense senses kicked. The bird monster bounced back with a hiss. But then he started to claw at it. The screaming and wailing made it obvious it hurt, but Aviar needed the positivity. His current aura didn’t have a drop of it. Dream felt less fear and more pity. No one deserved to be put in a state like this. The most merciful thing to do was . . .

He didn’t want to, but Dream readied and aimed his short sword. It was the best option. He closed his eye sockets and stabbed the weapon through his torso. He swung Aviar around and stabbed him into the ground. Aviar screeched in a high-pitched decrescendo and his body melted into the ground. Then silence.

“Rest well, Aviar, and may you go to a better place,” Dream said, sighing as he pulled out his sword. He rested his forehead on his hand, curling his fingers until they hurt. They could’ve saved him. They could’ve saved all of them. If only he arrived a little sooner. He was always too late. He failed, he was supposed to save people and he didn't.

Dream listened as confetti popped behind him and Fresh appeared. He seemed fine, albeit with a few minor scratches. Fresh looked down at the shaken guardian. “You good, brah?”

Dream smiled to not worry him and stood up. “I’m fine.” He glanced down at the one thing left of Aviar. His pair of cracked goggles. Dream picked them up, shook off the sludge, and held them against his chest. He would find a way to avenge him. They stood up and brushed the remaining malice off their clothes. “Come on, let’s go. I . . . there’s nothing left to save. Everyone is gone.” Dream spoke with defeat in his voice, the exact opposite of what he wanted going into this.

Despite Fresh's glasses flashing to LIAR for a brief moment, they walked back. It was far more pleasant than the walk through the town, less violence, fear, and blood. Dream flipped Aviar’s goggles in his hands. He put them around his neck.

They made it to the starting point. Cross arrived first, holding a dark banner. Dream couldn’t see the design from where he stood, but Cross furrowed his brow at it. He looked up at them and rolled the banner into a cylinder. He walked, being careful not to step in the malice. “Did you guys find anything?”

Dream thought about his answer and held up Aviar’s goggles. “We did.” Their head tilted at the banner in his hand. “What is that?”

Cross held up a banner to them. It was teal with a gold outline. A crescent moon lay in the center, surrounded by four other images. A red target, ripped red fabric, a silver ax, and a pink bow. “Nightmare sometimes marked AUs with these banners if he was proud of what he's done. He usually did it with the AUs he got more power from. It's the same as I remember, but he changed part of the design. I used to have an X right here, but I don’t know why there's a bow. It means Nightmare got a new member on his team, but why a pink bow out of all things?"

“Wait.” Dream put the pieces together in his mind. “Aviar said Nightmare had a new member on his team. That must be who the bow represents. Do you have any ideas on who it might be?” He wracked his mind, but thought of no Sans that was known for a pink bow. If it was only symbolic, that would make things much harder. Dream had to prepare for whoever this new Villian Sans Squad member was. Maybe he could even convince them to leave and join his side, the same way with Cross . . .

Cross took the banner again and narrowed his eyes at it. “I don’t know. I’ll try to figure it out. I can’t remember everything and every AU Nightmare has taken interest in, but I know a few. I still have my journal from when I worked for them.”

“We’re gonna need dat,” Fresh said.

Dream was about to comment, but the sound of desperate groaning made him turn around. Three of the malice-corrupted monsters, each in varying stages of damage. They all wanted one thing, positivity. Their red, black, and purple eyes tore into Dream. The guardian held out his swords and guarded his friends, holding back his fear.

"Shed." Fresh's magic censored Cross's swear. Cross pulled his dagger. “Everyone listen, I would suggest fighting, but these are practically zombies. We're easier to attack as a group! We have to leave, now!" Cross slashed one of the ones nearby, melting off their arm. He summoned a wall of bones to block them off.

“I know. Hold on, I'll teleport us out!” Dream snapped his swords together to summon a portal. But unlike so many times prior, nothing happened. Dream snapped again. Nothing, fruitless. Dream kept snapping and he started to panic.

“Fresh! You have to make a portal. I’m sorry, my magic isn’t working!” Dream wasn’t paying attention. From the piles of malice by his feet, one of them split from the pile. It squirmed across the ground until it stopped on a rock. But luckily or not, someone else saw it first.

“Flower- FLOWER! LOOK OUT!” The air flew out of Dream as Cross pushed him to the ground. Dream fell face-first into the dirt and turned around. He stood up and ran to his boyfriend. Cross screamed as the black malice went into his eye sockets.

Cross stumbled, looking around like he was blind. His body slacked, and his eye lights turned into purple swirls. He blinked and they disappeared. They could still be seen at certain angles. He stared straight ahead, body twitching. He clutched the sides of his skull in agony as the negativity broke two sharp horns out of his skull. He looked up and around, settling on Dream. He scowled at him. Dream covered his mouth. He didn't understand why it was affecting Cross so severely compared to the others.

Dream stepped back a few steps as Cross's aura grew angry. Dream off. “Cross, it’s me, Dream-”

“Get AWAY FROM ME!” Cross cut a line down Dream's hand. Blood spilled from the spot and Dream's eye sockets were wide with shock. Cross stormed ahead, body twitching. He glared at Fresh instead. "And you, parasite-"

“Fresh,” he corrected.

“I don't care.” Cross’s voice was deeper than it should have been. He grabbed his head and screamed. He removed his dagger and stared at Fresh.

Dream held his short sword and raised it, but Fresh blocked him with his baseball. “Nah, brah. I want dis one. You lay low.” Fresh spun his baseball bat. Dream was too exhausted to argue, though his heart was pounding in worry for his boyfriend. The negativity was going to kill him.

Cross charged at him with his daggers. Fresh pushed his glasses up and disappeared in a puff of confetti. Cross looked around. A baseball bat appeared behind him and swung, he barely dodged.

Fuzzy objects surrounded Cross, Furbies. Cross looked around in confusion before the toys exploded in balls of rainbow gas and force. The force from the explosion blew Cross to the ground and covered him in colors across the rainbow. Fresh teleported in front of Cross, but the corrupted one was faster and stabbed bones into his arms. Fresh fell to the ground withs blood soaking his jacket as he pulled each one out.

The move snapped Dream out of his trance and he grabbed his swords, running to help. Cross summoned his bone attacks and shot them at Dream. His swings and slashes were slow; his nonexistent ears rang. The negative energy kept building and eating at his strength, but he had to save his love.

Cross stopped attacking and focused all of his attention on Dream. His body lurched and cracked. He was still fighting it. Dream took his chance and ran at Cross while he was distracted. He tackled him to the ground. Cross fought and screamed to push him off, but Dream didn't move. He held Cross in a hug, squeezing his eye sockets shut. His nonexistent ears rang with the stress and the screams.

Dream pressed their foreskulls together as golden magic seeped from his fingertips. “Shh, shh. It’s us. You’re in a hallucination, cookie dough. I don’t know where you are, but you’re not there. Come back to us, Cross. Come back to me. Don't let Nightmare win!

The purple in Cross's eye sockets faded. He blinked up at Dream, his look of anger turning into guilt over the blood dripping down his cheekbone. The guardian gave him a small smile as he swayed and passed out in his arms.

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Dream blinked awake to the smell of herbal tea. He lay on the couch of the Star Sanses' living room, covered with a checkered blanket. He rubbed his eye sockets as he sat up, still groggy and numb. It took a long time to recall what happened.

Birdtale . . . Nightmare’s magic corrupted Cross . . . he attacked him . . . then everything went dark. Oh stars . . .

His crown, cape, boots, and gloves were neatly folded on the nearby coffee table. Dream snapped his fingers to summon light, but nothing formed.

“Dream, you’re okay!” Blue exclaimed as he came over with a tea tray. He set it on the table and wrapped Dream in a tight hug. Dream hugged him back, even though it made his arms ache. “You were asleep for over three days! I had to force Cross to leave because he wouldn’t stop worrying about you! I know it wasn't your fault, but don't scare us like that ever again!"

"I won't," Dream promised. Blue poured himself and Dream cups of tea, blowing on it before drinking. “How did you know I was awake?” Dream asked.

“You were fidgeting and talking in your sleep. Like-” Blue’s look softened. His aura turned sad and he looked into his glass. “Like you-know-who used to.”

“What was I saying?” Dream asked in an attempt to change the subject.

“‘My fault, my fault, it’s all my fault’.” Blue said. “It’s not your fault, whatever you were referring to. You did your best, I know you did.”

Dream blushed in embarrassment and looked away. They couldn't remember what they dreamed about, but it must have been serious. At least it was only a dream and no one was hurt. “Think you. It was nothing important. What is important is how did I get here? All I remember is overusing my magic to save Cross and I passed out.”

Blue took a sip of his tea. “Cross and Fresh broke open the door and they both looked beat up. Cross was carrying you and we've all been healing you and hoping you would get better. They explained what happened in Birdtale and . . . stars, I’m so sorry about Aviar. I'm sorry about all of Birdtale.”

Dream hummed. “There’s something you should know. Nightmare has a new member on his team. I don’t know their name or even what monster they are, but they were represented with a pink bow. More like a hair ribbon really.”

“That’s a question for Core. I can’t name every alternate me out there, I don't even know most of them.” Blue looked concerned. “Something else happened when you were out. It was so weird. The creative AUs? They lost their colors. They're still there, but I think it’s because of Ink being gone, it's finally causing problems.”

"Wait, what? When did that happen . . . nevermind." Dream sighed. “We need a new Guardian of Creativity. We can’t- I can’t keep putting it off. Someone has to be able to live up to Ink’s name.” Dream tapped his fingers against his palm. They didn’t want to rush it, but they couldn’t put it off much longer. They had to do what was best for the multiverse. He looked out the window. It was an obvious choice.

Dream felt a new surge of energy and power in his chest. It must have been Sea Tea, it would explain how it healed his magic. “Do you know where Core is? I have to talk to them."

Blue blinked in confusion. “Properly in their tower in Omega Central. But you are not going anywhere until-"

Before Blue could finish his sentence, Dream had teleported off. His tea still steamed. Blue huffed. He was getting tired of Dream running off to work and helping people twenty-four-seven. It was noble and all, but he couldn't help but feel neglected and a little angry. He wasn't as strong as the others, but he was a hero too! It barely felt like they were a team anymore. It made him wonder how much longer the Star Sanses would stand without Ink.

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Dream collapsed from his power usage, but he got up. He felt bad for leaving Blue, but he had to do this. He was sure he would understand. He ran down the shiny wood hallway until they sensed Core's aura and walked into the room. Three windows lined the back, shining daylight onto a massive wood-long table. The walls had marble details and burgundy backings, along with the cool smell of polish.

As expected, Core sat at the very end of it. They studied the banner Cross found in Birdtale, thinking in silence. A list lay beside them. As soon as Dream walked in, they looked up and waved him over. "Hello, Dream. Cross told me everything and I've spent the last hour trying to figure out who's working for Nightmare. I'm about to try Lust now, one second."

Core closed their eyes and reopened them to galaxies. They didn’t blink, didn’t speak, didn’t even move for a full minute. Dream stared at the design again until the finished. He felt as if he did know who the bow was, but he couldn't place a name. When the stars faded away, Core shook their head and crossed the name on the list. “It’s not Lust. He doesn’t know anything about this. For now, let’s call this person ‘Bow’. That's what I've been calling them."

“Sure.” Dream sighed. "Core, we need to talk about the Guardian of Creativity. I know who we should choose and we can't keep putting it off.

The child looked up and blinked their empty eyes. It reminded Dream too much of Aviar's and he held back a shudder. "I know, I've been thinking the same thing. I even came up with a little plan to transfer the magic over. Let me explain." Core gave them a mischievous grin and gestured for Dream to come closer. They whispered it into the side of their skull and Dream smiled.

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“Whatcha need me for again, broskis?”

Fresh leaned against the wall as Core and Dream stared at him. This was something Core Frisk came up with a while ago according to them. Passing guardianship has never been done before. Yet they were one of the wisest souls in the multiverse, despite being a child, so Dream trusted their plan.

Core walked over to Fresh with their hands behind their back. "Dream and I have chosen you to take Ink's former role as Guardian of Creativity."

Fresh stopped leaning against the wall and stood straight up. "Really? Ya want me to do it for ya?"

"Mm hm." Core cleared their throat and spoke. “Fresh, do you accept the role? Do you swear to dedicate your life to encouraging the Creators, protect the AUs as is, and defend the Creative-Destruction balance?”

Fresh's expression was still of shock, but he nodded. “I swear to all dat and take dah role of Guardian of Creativity.”

Core looked at Dream and held out their hand. Dream took it and summoned a ball of swirling gold magic. Core followed, creating similar energy out of galaxy magic. Fresh looked between the glowing spears in confusion. This was Core’s idea. If two guardians harnessed their magic and energy, they could grant guardianship. Their magic drifted from out of their hands and merged into a stream of color.

Rainbow magic flowed from Dream and Core’s fingers. Fresh stepped back as it began to swirl around him. Dream had a tug in the pit of his soul. Core’s surprise frown told him he wasn’t alone in the feeling. He couldn’t place his finger on it, it felt like it was telling him to stop, but that didn’t make sense. Fresh was the best person to pass the torch to. Ink would choose him, Dream knew he would.

Then why did they feel so horrible?

The magic faded into sparkles, then into nothing. Core held out their hand to Fresh. “Congratulations, Fresh. You are the new Guardian of Creativity. Remember your oath, it’s your life now. The Doodlesphere needs you.”

“Sweet!” Fresh shook their hand and his glasses flashed the same word. Dream smiled and walked over. He hugged Fresh close to him. Despite the odd feeling, it felt good to have a new Guardian of Creativity. The multiverse was a little safer now. Once he shook off the surprise, Fresh hugged him back. Dream wasn’t sure if he would be interested in joining the Star Sanses, but he wouldn’t deny it. The disquieting feeling in his chest was still there.

Core stared at their hand for a moment. They waved their fingers. Dream sensed their apprehension, confusion, and concern. Without letting go of Fresh, Dream looked at Core. “Is everything okay? Did something go wrong?”

The child hummed and nodded. “The spell worked, but something doesn’t feel right. The Guardian of Creativity should have had stronger magic. I think it's because it's so weak and a new holder will return the power but . . . Fresh, speak with me if something weird happens with your new powers or you feel sick."

"Hold up." Fresh let go of Dream. "Ya mean these powers could kill me?"

"No, not quite. But not even I have ever seen something like this, so I can't be sure." Core stared into nothing, as if they were doubting themselves. Their aura confirmed it.

Dream's tone was of pure confidence, though he was more cautious inside. "Both of you, it's okay, things can only get better from here. We'll find out what's happening to the multiverse, find out who Bow is, and stop Nightmare. We will, we'll fix all of this. Believe me."

Leave it to me.

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hi friendoo. i saw your post about fics and i was wondering if you had any aftg fic recs. i remember you recommended me once "under the kitchen lights" and nothing beat that fic since...i reread it so many times...

roro u know this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks and i didn't want to post it until i was satisfied but it was just gonna rot here if i didn't post it now. i'll add to the post if i think of any more.

just linking these in the order i find them or think of them, some of them are unfinished and older

Neil never made it out of Baltimore.

Six years later, Andrew has his life together, more or less, but he's far from okay. When Bee convinces him to change the scenery and go on a trip around Europe, he knows this isn't going to fix anything.

Except, he's sitting on a train in Switzerland across a ghost who's staring at him with a familiar crystal blue gaze and no spark of recognition in his eyes

Neil has temporary amnesia, and Andrew is disconcertingly attractive. This is especially disconcerting because Neil was pretty sure he didn't swing. Nicky is endlessly pleased by the entire situation.

Andrew Doe had been on the streets since getting released from an Oakland juvenile facility six months ago. He'd made his way down the California coast, and had been living in a homeless encampment on Venice Beach for the last two months. He'd made a decent life for himself and felt relatively safe and settled--until a boy with a worn-out duffel bag and haunted eyes appeared at his corner of the beach and threw his life into chaos.

Andrew becomes a cliché and joins a travelling circus after falling for the pretty sword swallower.

A year post-canon, when they thought they were safe, Neil goes missing.

Neil dug into the bag, through the snacks, and stared. In the bottom was a bottle of red hair dye. Not natural red, like Neil's, but something more… firetruck. It was darker than that, but that was the closest word Neil could think of.

"Oh," Neil said dumbly. When he looked up, Andrew was already looking at him.

"Oh," Andrew mocked.

Andrew and Abram meet in California, only for him to be wrenched away by the Moriyamas - until he shows up at PSU four years later.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45407749

Neil desperately does not want to talk to her. It doesn’t matter how many times Andrew tells him Betsy is very good at her job and could do a lot to help him; Neil doesn’t need anyone rooting around in his brain trying to fix him, thank you very much. He knows he’s fucked in the head, but he’s been dealing with it by himself for his entire life, and he’ll keep dealing with it on his own until the day he dies.

But Andrew is exactly the problem, today, and as strong as Neil’s dislike for Betsy is, he knows that if there’s anyone who can advise him on how to approach this…issue, it’s her...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45405370

Andrew finally lets his emotions in - the good and the bad.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45297673 this one is SEXY

Yes or no?" Neil asked as he pulled away, a grin on his face.

Andrew contemplated. He felt good. He had woken up comfortably, and the presence in bed beside him hadn't set him on edge. Him and Neil had been together for years, but sometimes he still woke up and put space between them. Neil always understood, but there was a crease in his brow for the rest of the day whenever it happened. Today was a good day for Andrew. Not just okay, but good.

"Yes," Andrew decided.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42678765/chapters/107211447

The next universe over, life has gone a bit easier on Andrew. He’s gainfully employed as a nurse of all things, working beside his best friend Renee, and living in relative harmony with his brother, the recently graduated Dr. Aaron Minyard. Everything’s fine.

It’s fine that he hasn’t spoken to Kevin in person for three years. It’s fine if Aaron’s leaving him to marry his stupid doctor girlfriend.

It’s fine until the boy with the box-dyed hair stumbles into the ER and passes out at his feet, bringing a world of secrets and trouble with him.

And Neil? Neil’s looking for any port in a storm.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45106720

The Monsters come to Columbia for the summer. There is lemonade and sweet tea, video games, ice cream and Andrew in muscle tees and short shorts. Neil is having the best summer of his life.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27625013/chapters/67588202

Neil joins a band, gets laid and starts a mob war.

Andrew met a guy at a bar. Sort of. He had a one night stand with the guy he met at a bar. Sort of. Then said guy he met at a bar and had a one night stand with became a regular hook-up. Sort of.

Now the guy he met at a bar who became a regular hook-up after a one night stand keeps a toothbrush at his place.

Sort of.

Fuck.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47047513

"Andrew realized what he was seeing but he couldn’t comprehend it. He didn’t know how to help. There was no enemy to deal with – there was just Neil seizing on the floor and Andrew didn’t know what to do." _____ Neil starts having seizures and Andrew tries to help.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47005483

A hot guy moves in downstairs. Allison sees him first.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46988053

Andrew was a southern boy, through and through.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46033726

After an upbringing lacking in mundanity, Neil just wants to live a “normal” life. He’s got a home, a circle of friends, a job — why not give casual sex a shot?

Neil tries out poetry and he and Andrew are disgustingly in love.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47394898

Neil is on just a few more drugs when the Feds come to the hospital after picking him up from his father's basement, and doesn't cause enough of a ruckus to get the Foxes brought to his hospital room. Stuart takes him back to England instead.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47377012

Just falling in love.

(I've reread this fic maybe 8 times...10/10)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39298077

Neil's adventures in playing for the world's crappiest college Exy team, featuring highlights such as a meet-ugly of star players Kevin Day and Andrew Minyard, a tour of all three of Ohio's thrilling sights, copious amounts of shit-stirring, the mystery of an undead house plant, arguing about Pokémon with a guy he met online and sometimes hooks up with and definitely doesn't know in real life, forced team bonding, a date at the Mothman museum, charcuterie boards, and many more.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47515573

Someone's taken a dick pic in the arcade photobooth. Detective Andrew Minyard is on the case.

Andrew and the Idiotic, Thirsty, Ill-advised, Very Off-Limits Crush on his College Roommate's Younger Brother.

(a fav of mine. highly recommend)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20650433

Four million words, written across hundreds of journals. But one of Andrew Minyard's decoded stories outlives the rest. The story of his forbidden love, Neil Hatford.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42831054

This is the story of Neil and Andrew post “The King’s Men” and spans 12 years. It’s about their sexual journey – every baby steps, missteps, and gigantic leaps. It is also (and perhaps more importantly) the journey of how they stay committed throughout it all, made visible in the little things, and bigger, grander gestures. Most of this is a mix of canonical facts and my own take on their future. A few of the scenes include: the night following the championship game, Andrew allowing Neil to get him off, Neil getting fucked for the first time, the handcuffs scene, Andrew moving to a new city while Neil has to stay at Palmetto for his last year, Andrew bottoming, Nicky’s wedding, and Andrew and Neil’s public coming out far, far in the future, followed by a crazy Fox reunion.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47370928

Every hair on his new body stood on end as he quickly patted himself down, finding a wallet in his back pocket but nothing else until his shoe caught on the strap of a duffle bag, half buried in the sand under his bench. He yanked the bag up beside him, giving it a quick shake to loosen the sand clinging to the canvas fabric, before turning his attention to stripping the wallet bare. He decided quite quickly that his other half was an asshole. There was plenty of loose cash in his wallet, but not a single personal item of any manner. No ID. No bank card. No pictures of girlfriends or family. Not even an old receipt stuffed in the bottom. At the very least, life hadn’t disappointed him with how shitty things could get.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34885285 this one is also so sexy ur welcome

Neil and Andrew have always been inseparable since the day they first met in seventh grade - when Neil was Natalie and Andrew was no longer a Doe. They grew up side by side, sharing everything with the other - everything besides their feelings for each other. But now they’re nineteen and eighteen, and after Andrew kisses Neil, they begin exploring a side of each other they never thought they would. Well, that, and they still aren't sharing their feelings for each other too.

#Dramatically blows the dust off this ask and places it in front of u like ur a wizard and im the old wise librarian helping u on ur quest #all for the game #Aftg #Andreil

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The Broken Destiel Seals: A Semicomprehensive Unillustrated List

(So far)

I didn't complete my (self-appointed) assignment for Destiel Day, which was to compile a complete list of every time Destiel went canon (thus breaking one of the Sixty-Six Seals: when they all fall, the pale coconuts will collide), with nice gifs. To me, Destiel is "canonized" by persons/entities who officially create and distribute the show: producers, writers, actors, directors, other crew, translators, and networks.

Have, instead, this work in progress.

November 5, 2020, 15x18, “Despair”: Cas declares his love.

Then:

Nov. 11, 2020: Misha Collins at DCLOnline: “It was a long time in the making. It was really important to [Robert Berens] and really important to me. When he pitched me the storyline it gave me chills. I thought - this is awesome. This vindication and this expression of love - at the end - it makes it all worth it. I was really happy about it. You know, it’s interesting, there are some fans who are asexual who have taken solace in the fact that Cas hasn’t made this kind of declaration [before] so I feel bad that those fans might get a little bit alienated. However, I’m sure that a lot of them are also okay with this. There’s a trope in Hollywood of “kill the gays” and so Cas meeting with his demise only seconds after making this homosexual declaration of love fits into that fairly insidious trope, however, for some reason, that is, in my mind, not really as important as the declaration itself.”

Nov. 12, 2020, 15x19, “Inherit the Earth”: Lucifer, whose signature move is pretending to be a dead lover to get someone to let him in (done to Sam, Nick, and Vince Vincente), pretends to be Cas when calling Dean.

November 19, 2020, 15x20, “Carry On”: Bobby’s knowing eyebrow waggle when telling Dean that Cass "helped"--was safe in heaven.

November 25, 2020, the Latin American dub: “Te amo.” “Y yo a ti, Cas.” https://teamironmanforever.tumblr.com/post/637355024027090944/highlight-translation-of-the-spanish-dub-actor

Those are the first five seals, taking us to the end of November 2020.

But they were just the beginning.

December 6, 2020, 5x4 “The End” script: “I think the only thing we have left, me and Dean, is each other.”

December 6, 2020: confirmation that Dean was scripted to say “I love you” in the crypt scene.

December 11, 2020, 15x18 script direction: “Still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester.”

December 28, 2020, 7x1 script direction: “Dean looks down, away, quietly emotional—believe it or not, the following is a loving, heart-wrenched eulogy.”

January 8, 2021: Sky Deutschland describes Cas’s closest relationship as “Dean <3”

March 3, 2021, 15x18 German dub

March 10, 2021, 15x18 French dub

March 25, 2021: Before airing the SPN finale, Sky Deutschland shares Destiel reunion fanart. https://www.instagram.com/p/CM2hL42CQbO/

April 4, 2021: cameo with Misha reciting deleted bit from 05x04 The End gets published

April 10, 2021, Misha at Paris DarkLight Conline: The mix tape contained rock love songs.

April 18, 2021, 13x6 second draft script: Dean spread Cas’s ashes in a beautiful meadow near a windmill.

Note: from November 2020 to the beginning of May 2021, Destiel was going canon an average of once a week.

6/18/21, 15x18 Russian dub: “From our very first meeting, ever since I pulled you out of hell, I’ve been changing beside you. I learned love from you.” “Don’t even think about it, Cas.”

6/30/21, original script for 8x17, “Good-bye Stranger”: “I forgive you, Cas…I love you.”

9/4/21, Misha Collins at Memento Con 21: “Cas saw love in Dean’s eyes.”

9/9/21: the Italian dub’s “I love you” is platonic (unlike all other translations); Misha retorts with a “Ti amo” tweet.

10/15/21, DenCon 21:

April 2022, SPN Indy: Misha confirms that Jensen/Radio Company song “Watching Over Me” is about Cas

9/5/22, 13x20 “Unfinished Business” production script: “I lost Cas and it damn near broke me.”

10/23/22, Jensen Ackles at VanCon 22: “I had an answer for that in the next set up--camera set up after Castiel is taken and Dean's on the floor and puts his--I put my--my head in my hands--um--in that moment I did that not because I just lost--well because I--I-- he--because I lost Cas, but also because I didn't-- I didn't say anything--I didn't give him anything. And--what I had in my head was, I should have said 'I love you too' and hugged him."

Note: Someone in the future will earn their doctorate in psychology studying Jensen Ackles's tangled pronouns when he talks about Dean.

11/16/22, 14x10 “Prophet and Loss” blue pages: “The world loses you, and me—I—I lose you too. And that is unacceptable to me, Dean. Unacceptable. Totally.”

2/25/23, JA at JIB 2023: “Well, I mean hopefully we get to see that at some point but I'm sure it would go how we all think it would go, it would probably be a big embrace and then Dean would say ‘Can we talk about that goodbye a little bit?’"

February 2023, JIB: Jensen and Misha write a Destiel song onstage

8/23/23: News breaks that the Latin American translator “doesn’t add stuff” and while he doesn’t remember specifically, he thinks Dean’s reciprocation must have been in the script he worked from. https://www.tumblr.com/blanketforcas/726452424930410496/context-for-those-who-missed-it

Those are the roughly 28 Destiel Seals through 11/5/23.

And counting...

#destiel #spn #nov 5th #dean winchester #castiel #the destiel seals #to date #remember remember the fifth of november #to repeat:#in late 2020/early 2021 destiel was going canon an average of once a week #op

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hey!!!! I love ur blog!! please would I be able to have some enemies-to-lovers headcanons for Felix, Sylvain, dimitri and Ingrid? Post time skip. Thank you

{Hello! Uhm, so...I was going through my unfinished drafts and saw that I had begun this but never finished it. I completed Felix's but never got past! It's a l s o more of an imagine than a headcannon. Apparently younger me saw an opportunity and went ham. I don't know when i'll ever get around to sylvain/dimitri/ingrid...but I hope this little Felix offering is something you'll like!}

Prompt: Enemies to Lovers

Master List: Here

"A Lack of Feeling" {Felix x Reader}

Everyone is this man's enemy. End of story.

……

Alright, maybe not everyone but there are more on the list than not. If Felix was an NPC in an RPG, then his affection meter towards anyone he meets beyond childhood begins at -50 points. No exceptions. (at least this is what he wants people to believe)

Normally if someone spends enough time with him they can earn his good graces, you know? At the very least get him on neutral ground, it's only natural after all that time investment

This applies to most cases with Felix

"Most" being a key word here

There are three special cases: the Prince of Fargeus, his loyal pet, and one other emotionally constipated hindrance

Deep down Felix knew that he truly did not detest the first two. The situation involving them was more complicated than his mind could handle during his youth, so until he aged and saw proof of Dimitri's willpower his feelings remained sour. Throughout it all he still had a definite idea of how to view them both and could predict their moves like a book.

The third? Not so much. It seemed like the more time Felix spent observing them, the more he grew unsettled. Nothing they did let any insight to their own emotions or thoughts. All he could learn through the grape vine were blatant facts: their birthday, hometown, etc. Nothing personal. Everything felt…fake? Staged? As if their personality was being written up off the top of someone's head in a book.

Felix couldn't trust them, no matter how much the professor, Sylvain, or anyone else tried to convince him. Rather than antagonize them like he did with Dimitri, Felix chose to flat out ignore their presence.

"My name is Felix, and if you're wise then you won't ever need to use it"- he spoke upon meeting, and that was it.

What he found the most odd was that they simply ignored his hostility. Not in a way to challenge him, or in disinterest, but with acceptance. Any attempt on being friends was made by others on their behalf.

They weren't pushy, he'd give them that. He didn't feel guilty since they clearly had no interest in him either.

Until one late evening a few dawns after Edelgard's betrayal, he had found flowers on every grave within the monestary. It was a chance sight since he'd accidentally spend too long in the sauna, but walking through the Cemetery showed even the most ancient stones with offerings. With dates older than any person in the castle, they likely hadn't been visited in years.

And at the end of it all sat his one-sided enemy. The supposedly empty shell laid a bouquet on another grave and for the first time he saw them cry.

"I didn't know you had the ability to cry," He approached them cautiously and against his better judgement. He instantly regretted too.

"I didn’t know you had the ability to care," they said back, much more brash than he'd ever heard before

Felix said nothing else in response…what do you say to someone after openly despising them for months on end? Did he even want to apologize?

"I don't, but you look more suspicious than usual" he gestured to the graves surrounding them

"It's unlikely they'll be getting any visitors anytime soon…they deserve at least one last honoring,"

That night was when Felix first felt their personality, and it was scarily similar to his own

Perhaps he would have noticed it sooner if he'd tried

Perhaps the similarity is why he never did. One of him was enough

Or…was it? The drop in his chest as they began to become acquainted implied that he may have been missing out on something he'd hadn't planned to ever find

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem #fe3h x reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #fire emblem x reader #fe #fe x reader #blue lions #felix hugo fraldarius #felix fraldarius x reader #fe3h felix x reader #fe:three houses #fe3h scenarios #fe3h imagines #fire emblem scenarios #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem three houses imagines

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asimplearchivist · 1 year

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ℂℍ. 𝕀 — 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄

[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary 🗡 ⤏ cade yeager’s older sister never knows what she’ll find in their barn upon returning from her routine antiquing trips—the submission box at the driveway is often littered with junk of all kinds that they try to fix for a living. ⤏ you just never would have expected for him to take on the task of repairing a cybertronian. pairing 🗡 bayverse!optimus prime/yeager!reader word count 🗡 8.7k a/n 🗡 ⤏ i've been cleaning out my docs drafts debating on whether to upload certain unfinished works, seeing as some of them are partially complete (like this one). this was going to be a longfic that followed the events of aoe and would go on to tlk, but i lost steam for it pretty early on. there are a few more snippets that wouldn't stand well enough on their own to be posted, but i thought these three chapters would express the vibes i was attempting to convey. ⤏ this is an aoe ua where lucas didn't call the government about optimus right away, cemetery wind didn't find him immediately, and cade has an older sister by one year. the reader is ex-military and protective by nature, and not one to be trifled with - especially in regards to her family, as she would gladly sacrifice her life for theirs. she suffers from a psychosomatic limp in her right leg after sustaining a gunshot to her left shoulder while serving in afghanistan years prior. still suffering from ptsd, she's turned to exercise and bodybuilding as an outlet. she spends her time and makes money restoring antiques and furniture and occasionally collaborating with cade on his robotics. ⤏ this is kind of silly looking back on it (also not as well written, seeing as i created it back in 2017 [oh my god that was six years ago]), but i've promised myself i would try to work against my internal criticism and not cringe at something i spent a lot of time and love to make. i saw a few posts on tumblr floating around about posting old drafts and i thought i might do that with this, among others, so keep your eyes peeled for those. ⤏ let me know if you see any glaring grammatical mistakes/spelling errors i missed, but more importantly, please enjoy this gem of my past! :) 🗡 MASTERPOST 🗡 🗡 ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER 🗡

Tessa woke dreamily, a pleasantly warm haze dampening her thoughts as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. Shimmering sunlight streamed in through the window, lighting up her room and causing motes of dust floating in the air to gleam like tiny flecks of gold. She stretched slowly, enjoying the feeling of tension releasing in her muscles. She smiled when she remembered that finals were over. She was free. (Until she went to college, that is. If she went to college.)

Though with the bliss of waking up to a quiet morning, she realized that it was actually quite out of place. It was suspiciously quiet. There wasn't any shouting from the landlord trying to sell the house again, or explosions coming from the barn. It was awfully peaceful, and Tessa really didn't know how to feel about it. It was only when she closed her eyes in contemplation of dozing off again that she remembered.

They had a transformer in the barn.

"Dad," she groaned, rubbing at her face and sitting up slowly.

A week had passed since Cade Yeager had unknowingly brought home a wanted, illegal alien (a literal alien, funnily enough) in an attempt to dismantle it for salable parts. But of course - of course it had to have been her dad. It couldn't have been anyone else's, because that's just what her life was: hectic and chock-full of crazy shit. So why not add housing an Autobot to the list?

She still couldn't believe her dad had managed to talk both her and Lucas down from making a call to the government about their accidental find. She didn't know how he did it - but he'd kept haggling and nagging and pushing until they'd acquiesced, and now they had a half-destroyed thirty-foot robot living in their barn.

Tessa couldn't say that she disliked Optimus, however - on the contrary, she was rather intrigued by him. He was very benevolent and soft-spoken (only did this show after their initial scare - Lucas wouldn't step close to the 'Bot for a solid two days afterward), and his voice never failed to soothe her with its otherworldly rumble. He was quiet, though, and didn't talk much - at least around her. Her dad said that he spoke with him very frequently, usually while he was repairing or constructing a makeshift part for the injured Autobot, and that entailed them being alone.

Cade had told her, the first night after he’d convinced her and Lucas not to call in the government, that he intended to let Optimus stay there for as long as he needed - until Cade could get him back into fighting shape, at the very least. It was wrong, what the government was doing to the Autobots - hunting them down like animals - and Cade sympathized greatly. Tessa admitted that she did, too, now that she knew the government wasn't actually targeting just Decepticons, but she was scared of the repercussions that it could potentially have on her family. Her father had assured her that nothing was going to happen to them, and that helping Optimus was the best thing that they could do right then. And he was already getting better info on robotics, just by looking at the 'Bot's inner mechanisms - not to mention that the Cybertronian made the continuous effort to answer any sort of question that Cade asked him. It was benefiting them already, he'd said. Tessa had sighed softly, pushing the tray of already lukewarm dinner into her father's hands before returning to the safety of their room.

Needless to say, Tessa made sure to give them both ample space. She would rather not have another missile ricochet through the house.

Tessa yawned, stood, and trudged into her bathroom, already resigning herself to cooking breakfast (again). She figured that the typical eggs and bacon would suffice - she just sincerely hoped that her dad hadn't pulled another all-nighter. Optimus had urged the stubborn human male to rest accordingly before, so maybe he'd done the same the previous night. She'd noticed that her dad was starting to get dark circles under his eyes.

After taking a soothingly hot shower and dressing for the day, she wandered downstairs and into the kitchen. It was methodical, routine, how she went about cooking the eggs and frying the bacon to her dad’s taste. Soon the savory smells were wafting from the stove, and when she heard the dull thumps of heavy, uneven footsteps descending the staircase she breathed out a sigh of relief. Cade shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing at his eyes and tugging the hem of his shirt down over his stomach. His hair was mussed, his movements stiff, and Tessa lamented her lack of foresight in not setting up the coffee pot beforehand.

"Morning, Dad," she said, flipping the bacon as it sizzled and hissed up at her. He mumbled something that could have potentially been English, trudging over to the fridge to pop the door open and draw a glass bottle of soda from its depths. He twisted the cap off, tossing it haphazardly towards the trashcan tucked into the corner of the kitchen (and effectively missing it by a long shot) before sinking into the chair already pulled out from beneath the table. His head fell into his hand, his shoulders slumping as he mumbled under his breath.

He was tired.

"How late did you stay up last night?" she asked him, transferring the now crisp bacon over onto the plate already loaded with heavily salted and peppered eggs. She moved over to him, setting it down in front of him before shuffling back to grab him a fork from the drawer.

Cade, obviously still submerged in a half-catatonic state, made the mistake of plucking up a strip of bacon. He jolted up, hissing and cussing as he swiped his fingertips against his pajama pants. Tessa gave him a scolding look, handing him a fork.

Cade sighed, taking it. "Eleven...?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, cocking her hip and planting a fist above it.

He averted his gaze guiltily, looking entirely like the man-child he was. "...Maybe closer to two. Or three. Or was it three thirty...?"

"Dad," she groaned, tugging at her hair in frustration. "Nothing good is going to come out of this if you work yourself into the ground! Optimus doesn't need to be repaired in the span of four nights-"

"Tessa - honey, you don't understand!" he interjected, squinting against the sunlight streaming in from the window. "I've already been able to make three of my inventions work because of him! He's helping me build these things, and the sooner I can sell them, the sooner we can get some money rolling in."

The young blonde opened her mouth to argue further, but the genuine look in her father's eyes made her stop short. She hesitated, and he took the opportunity to stand and grasp her arms gently, drawing her into a tight, reassuring hug. She resisted but for a few seconds before sighing and giving in, wrapping her arms around him and breathing in the familiar scent of mechanical grease and sweat. Memories lingered in the back of her consciousness. This was her father, what embodied him. Comfort and grease.

How lovely.

"Tess, baby," he murmured into her hair, brushing his fingers through it slowly, "I promise this will turn out okay. Just give me a little time. Optimus is genuinely grateful for what we're doing for him, and he's trying to repay us in any way that he can." He squeezed her affectionately. "We'll get out of this soon. Everything will go back to normal."

"I sincerely doubt that," she mumbled into his shirt, though secretly she was soothed by his words. He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head before they both drew away from each other. Cade returned to his seat, digging into his cooling breakfast while Tessa moved over to the coffee pot to get a fresh brew going. She knew he was going to need it, if he was going to function at all that day.

"Did Lucas get those parts you need?" Tessa asked, popping the top off of the coffee maker before grimacing. She hadn't made coffee in a week, how old were these grounds? Yuck.

"Yeah. Most of them," Cade said through a mouthful of eggs. Tessa sighed, but did not scold him. "I'll have to order some. If I can fix up that old tape recorder, I've got a buyer on Ebay. Fifty bucks."

"Hmm." Tessa tossed the old filter out, disposing the forgotten bottle cap while she was at it. She opened up the cabinet, straining on her tiptoes to reach the filters and grounds. Curse her short genes.

"Optimus says that a lot of his self-regenerating systems have kicked in now that he's out of emergency stasis-lock. Whatever that means." Cade swallowed before shoving a wad of bacon into his mouth. "But he's still looking pretty rough. I think he needs a good wash."

"But won't that make him more obvious?" she asked, filling the pot up in the sink and pouring it into the tank. "Won't the government be looking for his old paintjob? Maybe we should paint him a different color or something."

"He mentioned that he changed his vehicle mode while on the run from that ambush," he said. "Combine that with all the rust he's got, I don't think he'll be easily identifiable for a while. But, still..." He polished off the soda before sighing. "I feel bad for him. He seems to be in a lot of discomfort, and I'm pretty sure he's still in pain. He's cooped up in that barn, having to crouch or sit all the time. The guy can't even step outside for fear of satellites seeing him..."

"Maybe he can go out at night," she suggested, sympathizing greatly. Texas heat sucked sometimes, and some days in the summer you couldn't even step outside for fear of suffocating on contact. "He can stretch his legs a bit without so much fear of being seen."

Cade visibly brightened. "Good idea. I didn't think of that."

Probably because you're just running on fumes, Tessa thought wryly as she flicked on the coffee pot.

"In any case," she said, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the counter. She jabbed a finger at him, giving him a firm (and faintly pleading) look. "I want you in bed before midnight tonight."

Cade grinned around his fork, his eyes glittering with faint amusement. "I'll try," he said, swallowing, "but I can't make any promises."

"I'll make Optimus lock you out of the barn," she warned, knowing full well that the thirty-foot mech would most definitely agree to it. They both knew it. "Just...try, okay? Or I'll spike your dinner with melatonin, too."

Cade shuddered, cringing. "Okay, okay, chill," he said, picking up the last strip of bacon before standing with his plate and wandering over to the sink. "I'll go to sleep at midnight."

"Before midnight," she pressed.

"Before midnight," he acquiesced.

Cade washed off the plate, chewing studiously on the bacon like a tobacco addict while Tessa stepped over to the fridge and unraveled the loaf of bread. She dropped two slices into the toaster when Cade's cell phone began to ring.

He growled softly, flicking the faucet off before fumbling with his pajama pants. "It had better not be that damn..." He drew out the phone from his pocket, squinting at the name before the blood drained from his face.

Tessa's face creased in immediate concern. "What? Who is it?"

Cade's trembling thumb slid across the screen before he lifted it to his ear. "Heeyyy, sis..."

Tessa felt her blood run cold, a thrum of nervousness welling up in her stomach. Cade cast her an anxious glance before rubbing at the back of his head. "I'm fine. Tessa's fine...wait, you found a what? That's awesome!"

His enthusiasm was short-lived, as it died just as quickly as it had come when Tessa gave him a sour, pointed look. "Uh, yeah...Tessa finished up her finals. Yeah. No, I haven't finished that...you found a part for it? Nice." He fidgeted where he stood, leaning against the counter and rubbing at his mouth. "Listen, we've, uh...I made a big buy here a few days ago...no, it wasn't...okay. I, uh..." He grimaced, his teeth bared as he ran his fingers through his hair. "How long's it going to be 'til you get here?" He paused, listening intently, before the barest iota of relief relaxed the muscles in his shoulders. "Okay. This evening? Later? All right...yeah, see you then. Love you, too. Bye."

The second he lowered the phone from his ear and ended the call, he let out a prolonged, hissing curse through his teeth. Tessa worried her lower lip between her teeth, waiting for the ball to drop. Cade sank back against the cabinetry, his head hitting the upper section with a dull thunk. "We're screwed. I completely forgot about..." He shook his head slowly. "She's coming back tonight, maybe around seven. We've got to hide Optimus somehow."

Tessa stared at him incredulously. "How? He's a thirty-foot robot!" she hissed at him. "She practically lives in the barn, and that's the only place he can hide! She'll sniff him out in minutes!"

"I know that," Cade pressed, shoving the phone back into his pocket so he could scrape his hands down his face. "But she'll kill me when she finds out-"

"What, that you accidentally bought a literal illegal alien and now you’re trying to fix him?!" she cried exasperatedly. "Of course she's going to kill you!"

"We can't tell her," he insisted. "She's ex-military. Who knows how she'll react when she finds out we've got a Cybertronian in the barn."

"We can't keep it from her," she protested. "Even if we do manage to hide him at first, she'll find him eventually. She spends as much time in there as you do, if not more - which is stupid," she muttered. "And you'll have to continue repairs on him eventually."

Cade sighed resignedly, dropping his face into his hands. "At least make spaghetti for her," he mumbled, voice muffled. "The most we can do is butter her up before we tell her. I...I need at least tonight, so I can think about how I'm going to tell her."

Tessa stared at him for a long moment, but the tense silence that threatened to fall was broken by the toaster popping. At least that was one device in the house that Cade hadn't tampered with.

"Don't worry about it," Tessa told him, trying to offer some relief to his nervousness. "I'm sure once you explain everything to her, she'll understand. Like you said, he's helping out a lot with your robotics, so it's not a completely fruitless endeavor. And, once he's fixed up and leaves, we can call the government and point them in the opposite direction. That way we'll get the money but we'll throw them off his trail."

Cade looked up at her, a slow smile tugging the corners of his mouth apart. "I love you," he cooed. "You're smart like your mother."

Tessa flushed, turning to she could both pluck her toast out of the toaster and hide the smile that split her face in two.

Read the rest of the chapter here! :)

#fisara's codices #fanfiction #transformers #bayverse #aoe #transformers: age of extinction #optimus prime #reader insert #optimus prime/reader #mine

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Who would've thought it was all because of a jacket?

WAIT OMG ROSES4KUGISAKI IS ACTUALLY POSTING SOMETHING???

Jokes aside i've been inspired by a very dear friend of mine, and decided to write this fic i've had swimming in my drafts for quite some time. Mammon does happen to be my favorite (surprising right? *literally posts him all the time 💀*) and i think he fits perfectly with this prompt. I feel that I must clarify that my deliberate space in paragraphs are to switch Povs between characters or from an outside point of view to MCs point of view. As always, i apologize if anyone is ooc, and i appreciate constructive criticism if you have any! <33

Content Warning(s): Angst, Swearing, Mammon was bullied by his brothers like usual, Mammon says some mean stuff to MC, best friends to lovers, gender neutral mc, i think that's all but please remind me if not

Word Count: 1.3k

Mammon has had his fair share of bad days. Sure, most of the time he is constantly bombarded with fans asking for autographs, the witches he is indebted to, and of course, the usual, offhanded insults courtesy of his brothers. However, he never had to deal with all three at once, and also the constant nagging of Lucifer to finish his obscene amount of unfinished tasks. And to make matters worse, you had planned to meet up with Mammon for lunch, and that was rapidly approaching. When Mammon did find you, he was overwhelmed and stressed, just trying to figure out how to solve all his problems in the short amount of time he was allotted. But when he saw the happy look adorning your face, he couldn't bring himself to ruin your time together being mopey. Or, at least he tried. Maybe it was the fact that he was having a less than favorable day. Or maybe it was that he was feeling insecure. Perhaps both, but when you finally had worked up the courage to ask him where he had gotten his infamous jacket, Mammon was filled with red-hot rage. "Whaddya mean where'd I get it??! Do ya think I'd stoop to the level of an ugly human like you?! Cmon ya must know tha' The Great Mammon is better than an ugly, annoyin human like you." He snapped, nothing but rage filling his eyes. He didn't mean it, he swears, but nothing could excuse what he said to you. Not when tears welled in your pretty eyes, or when your lip trembled and you looked at your feet sullenly. "Y'know what Mammon, Fuck you! I was just asking because, I don't know, maybe I thought that we were getting somewhere, and i admired my best friend. I always thought your jacket looked cool. Unique. The reason I asked in the first place was I figured we could match. But now?? Just fucking forget about it. And don't even think about following me either." You spat, turning on your heel and marching to your room. To him it seemed that you didn't want to see him out of anger. But to you? You were hiding your tears at the words that rolled off his tongue smooth and clear as day. He clearly didn't feel the same as you.

The words that spewed out of Mammons mouth just seconds ago did nothing but confirm for me that I was just a chore, the human he was forced to watch over. I must admit that I had hope in the beginning that there was a small chance he would reciprocate, but now that just seems silly. Did he really even think of me as his best friend as I had thought?? Of course not, why would he like you at all. He was just doing what he was ordered to do. The spite and rage filling your mind begged and pleaded with you not to cry, not to let tears spill over him, but your crushed heart and spirit powered through their pleas and hot, angry tears spilled from your eyes. As you pushed open your door frantically, as you didn't want anyone to see your tears, you wondered, what is it exactly that you did wrong??

As Mammon passed by your room, he was mulling over his thoughts, and he kept going back to what he had said to you. He doesn't blame you for feeling resentment towards him. But when you said all you had wanted to do was match him? The guilt that racked his entire body made the whole thing so much worse. How could he have said those things to you? Especially since they weren't true in the slightest. And you had seemed so angry, so imagine his surprise when he heard quiet sniffles and sobs coming from you. Mammons heart sank. He had never felt worse in his entire, long lifetime, and now he was determined to make it up to you. But first, he had to retrieve Goldie, and make a quick trip to the Human World.

After what felt like hours of crying and ranting to yourself, you finally grew tired of just sitting around. So, naturally you decided to visit Asmo for a much needed spa day. Wiping your leftover tears and packing a small bag, you disembarked on your journey to the Avatar of Lust's room. Little did you know, that was exactly what Mammon was waiting for. Quickly darting inside, he assembled his little display of items he hope would gain your forgiveness. Or, at the very least, grant him an opportunity to at least formally apologize.

When you returned feeling physically and emotionally lighter, you certainly hadn't expected the pile of items on your bed that you were fairly certain hadn't been there before. You cautiously ripped open the largest package first, and when you did your fingers grazed a fabric so familiar there was nothing else it could be. 'No...,' you thought 'he clearly expressed he didn't want to match' but there it was, an exact, but noticeably smaller, replica of Mammons jacket. You ripped open the other packages in disbelief, filled with Grimm and your favorite snacks, along with several other things you had mentioned wanting. Finally, you open the letter, throat thick with unease. You doubted he would go through all this trouble just to degrade you again, but you were still wary of what had happened earlier. But when you scanned over the letter, you couldn't bring yourself to be angry at him, despite the horrible things he had said to you. He had gone to the Human World for this. And all around the Devildom, it seemed, to retrieve the other numerous gifts he had given. Anger somewhat forgotten to the need of showing your appreciation, you bounded up from your bed and bolted to a certain Avatar of Greeds room. "Mammon you dumbass open up!" You screamed, pounding on his door. Relieved to hear your voice, he yanked open the door. You threw your arms around his neck, hugging him joyfully. "I- wha- you- We-" he spluttered, gently wrapping his arms around you as well. "You are a dick. An dumbass, jealous, irritable little dick. But I love you. Thank you for getting all those things for me." You lectured, not even realizing you had accidentally confessed in the process. Mammon however, did not miss your little slip up, his face exploding in a blush more red than Diavolos hair. "Y-ya really lo-love me?" He questioned hopefully. Now it was your turn to explode in a blush. "U-um yeah.. yeah I guess I do..." Mammons greedy heart couldn't take it anymore. He pulled you into a kiss, that you melted into. When you finally broke apart for air Mammon caressed your face gently. "I'm so sorry MC.. and I love ya too" he whispered, touching his forehead to yours. "It's alright you big dork. Just don't do it again." And smiling gleefully he tackled you into bed. And in the morning when his brothers antagonized him like usual, he just smiled giddily, grasping your hand. And even they can admit, it's been a very long time since anyone has seen the Avatar of Greed this happy. And Who would have thought it was all because of a jacket?

#this was so fun to do #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obeyme #gender neutral reader #readers gender not mentioned #angst with a happy ending #mammon x reader

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