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blue-aconite · 1 year

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it was just a kiss || j.h.s

Summary: A night at the Hard Deck takes a turn when Jake confides in Mickey about some personal matters.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, jake has feelings, no use of y/n (reader has a nickname), fanboy is the ultimate bestie, drunk rooster is a menace to society

Word Count: 2.4k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x reader

Authors Note: Based on this prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting. Thanks to @writercole @demxters & @seresinsweetie for looking this over for me!

“The girl with the bachelorette party has been eyeing you all evening.” Fanboy handed him another beer, perching onto the bar stool next to him.

Hangman looked over to where the group of girls were seated, catching the eye of the brunette that had been trying to get his attention since they arrived. The girl gestured towards the doors but he shook his head, giving her an apologetic smile.

“Dude, what are you doing? She’s hot.” Mickey slapped his arm, eyes wide as saucers.

“I’m not interested.”

Fanboy looked concerned, swivelling around on his chair. “Alright, let me get this straight. For the past month, I’ve seen countless women approach you, yet you’ve turned them all down. What’s going on?”

Jake snorted into his beer. “Nothing. I’m just not interested.”

“Can we please just have a human conversation? I know that underneath all of those protein shakes and hair products is an actual human being called Jake, and not Hangman. So, stop trying to avoid the subject.” Mickey leaned back against the wall, knocking his knee into Jake’s.

Jake stared at Fanboy for the longest time, not knowing what to say. He opened his mouth but no words came out, so he settled back against the wall as well, keeping his eyes on the floor.

The Daggers had been permanently stationed at Top Gun since the Uranium Mission, instructing and flying together. Jake tried his best to play nice, offering to drive most of them home from the bar at times and buying beers on their nights out. He had made an effort to try and interact more, trying to show interest in their lives but he didn’t think that the rest of the group, save Javy, had actually accepted him into their little makeshift family. He still felt like he wasn’t truly a part of the group, but Mickey’s concern told him that maybe he was wrong.

Fanboy shifted slightly, putting his beer away. “Jake. You can talk to me.”

“I didn’t think, uh, I mean -”

Fanboy smiled, patting his arm reassuringly. “I know. I know you think we don’t care, but we do. If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. But something is obviously bothering you. If you’re not comfortable with me, Javy might be a better option?”

Jake didn’t know what to say. He waited for the punchline, where Fanboy would laugh and mock him but it never came. Mickey was being sincere. The WSO just waited patiently, fingers drumming on the wooden bar behind them.

“You know, you remind me of my brother.” Mickey picked at his jeans, pulling at the loose strings over the knee. When Jake didn’t respond, he kept on talking.

“His name is Diego. He’s the oldest. There’s five of us, by the way. He’s just like you. Walls up so high you can barely see past them. He always used to make fun of us when we were kids. I hated it. But when I got older, I realised that he was only doing it to push us. Mom and dad put a lot of responsibility on him and he did the best he could.”

Jake listened as Mickey rambled on, the uncomfortable pit in his stomach lessening the longer Fanboy kept talking.

“I know you’re doing the best you can as well. I know that you taunt Rooster with the sole purpose of making sure he pushes his own limits. I can tell. You push us all to be better.”

He swallowed thickly, trying to make out what had transpired in the last 20 minutes. “How? How can you tell?”

Mickey grinned widely. “Like I said, you remind me of Diego,” he grabbed the bottle again, “you’re one of us Jake, even if you don’t think so.”

Jake decided to throw caution to the wind and believe what Fanboy was telling him. If it was all true, then maybe he could talk to him. Maybe he could start being a part of the group. Before he could even open his mouth, Rooster appeared out of thin air and threw an arm around his shoulder.

“HANGMAN! The lady over there is asking about you!” Bradley leaned in closer, as if he was going to share a secret. “I think she wants to fuck you.”

Fanboy snorted loudly, startling Rooster. “Fanboy, didn’t see you there! What do you think, do you think she wants to fuck him?”

A bright red flush was covering Bradley’s cheeks and his eyes were slightly unfocused and glazed over.

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Rooster, how much have you had to drink?”

Bradley was leaning onto Jake now, his head on his shoulder. “You know, you smell good. And your hair is very soft.” Rooster patted Jake’s head, smiling stupidly at his teammate.

“Okay buddy, I think we should get you home.” Bob appeared, slinging Rooster’s unoccupied arm around his shoulder, supporting most of his weight as he pulled him off of Jake. Bradley made a sound of protest as he was separated from Jake.

“No, I was gonna help Hangman get laid. There’s a lady over there, and she’s got the hots for him.” He waved in the general direction of the bar.

“He isn’t interested. So you can go home,” Fanboy laughed, pushing Bradley’s hand away as it aimed for his head.

Bob tried to get him to move, but Bradley turned in his grasp, almost losing his balance. “You’re not? But I was gonna help.” He pouted, leaning back onto Bob who grunted under the extra added weight.

Jake didn’t get the chance to answer as Bob hauled Rooster away with the help of Payback who had snuck up on them. Bradley complained the entire way, waving excitedly to Penny at the bar as his teammates practically carried him out of the door.

“I guess that’s it. You two coming with us or what?” Nat sauntered by, Javy following closely.

Jake was about to agree but Fanboy beat him to it. “In a minute. You go ahead.”

They waved goodbye and Jake itched to follow his best friend. Now it was just him and Mickey. Even though he was about to spill his guts out right before Bradshaw interrupted them, Jake hesitated.

“C’mon, let’s get some air.” Fanboy left his seat and Jake had no choice but to follow him out onto the deck. The sun was long gone, the pale moon taking its place. He could hear the waves crashing against the shore, people laughing further down the beach as they sat around a bonfire, sparkling brightly against the darkness.

“I could tell you were actually going to talk before Rooster interrupted us. Still want to?”

Jake hesitated for a moment before slumping back against the wooden rail. “Have you spoken much to the new team of mechanical engineers that arrived a couple of months ago? Like, Mercury for example,” he sighed as he nodded towards the window. Through it, across the bar, he could see Mercury sitting with her friends.

Mickey stretched out his legs in front of him. “Sure. Mercury is badass. Her team is much better than Rogers and his idiots.” Their former mechanical team had been replaced by Mercury and her co-workers at the beginning of spring. Everyone preferred the new team.

“Well, you see, uh. A couple of weeks ago, I ran into Mercury. And we’ve hung out a few times, outside of work. And I…” Jake trailed off, not knowing how to continue.

Fanboy turned to him, eyes wide. “Are you telling me the reason you’ve been turning down all these women is because you’ve got a crush on Mercury?”

Jake’s heart hammered in his chest, gut twisting slowly. “It’s not that. Well, partly. I can’t stop thinking about her, no matter how much I try to occupy myself. I miss her when I don’t see her for a couple of days and I feel like, I don’t know, all giddy and shit when she smiles.”

“It sounds like more than a crush. So why the sad face man?” Fanboy nudged his side.

“I kissed her. Well, she kissed me. We kissed. And after, she said ‘it was just a kiss’.” Jake deflated with disappointment, trying to hide just how much her response actually hurt him.

Mickey stayed quiet for a while before speaking. “Did you say you wanted something more?”

“I told her that I knew it was just a kiss but asked if it had to be just that.”

“What did she say?”

It hurt more than Jake liked to admit to revisiting what happened after their kiss. “She said that while she liked me, she knew of my reputation and had no intention of being another notch in my bedpost.”

Fanboy clicked his tongue. “And that’s why you’ve stayed away from all the women. Trying to show her that you’re serious?”

Jake hadn’t anticipated for Mickey to see right through him. The emotional turmoil of opening up like this, to have someone listen and not mock, was jarring. Jake didn’t exactly have a lot of those people in his life. But Fanboy stayed, listening patiently as Jake talked.

“Yes. Her words hurt but they’re true. I’m just trying to show her that I’m willing to change, for her. That I have changed.”

His companions' next words cut deeper than they should. “You’re in love with her. This isn’t just a crush.”

He hadn’t wanted to admit it to himself. Love wasn’t something Jake was familiar with. It scared him, to be vulnerable and open with someone. To let them see every part of him. But it was true. Over the course of a few short weeks, being in Mercury’s company had him breaking all his own rules as he realised that he did love her.

“Yes.”

“Then you should tell her. Tell her that you’ve changed, for her. Tell her that you love her.”

Jake sighed. “I can’t. She doesn’t feel the same, she made it very clear.”

Mickey slapped his arm, startling him. “Dude! Stop. You said that she said she liked you. If your past is the only thing stopping her, then you need to tell her,” he paused for a moment before lowering his voice, “and you deserve someone, Jake. You deserve love.”

He didn’t want to cry but Mickey’s words brought a wave of emotion upon him. He swiped at his face, trying to hide the tears.

All of what Mickey was saying went against everything Jake had ever been told. His father always told him he was no good and that no one would ever want anything from him. That he would never amount to anything. Never achieve anything.

“It’s okay man. I get it. You’re scared. But in the wise words of my abuela, ‘To love is to be scared. If you’re not scared, it’s not worth it’.”

Jake laughed, a watery sound before wiping his face again. “She sounds like a smart woman.” Jake took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts.

Mickey laughed as well, eyes sparkling. “She’s the best,” he looked past Jake, eyes trained on something outside Jake’s field of vision. “If you were to tell Mercury, what would you say to her?”

Jake took a moment to ponder, trying to put his feelings into words. He guessed it was too late to turn back now, Mickey had already seen parts of him he hadn’t shown anyone in years.

“I guess I would tell her how she makes me feel. That her smile brightens my day and that I want to make her laugh. That she makes me push myself to be better, both for myself and her. I’d tell her that I love her, even if it scares me. That I’ve changed and that my past doesn’t matter. She’s the only one I want.”

Fanboy clapped his hands together, smiling widely. “Good.”

“What do you mean ‘good’?” Jake turned but Mickey wasn’t looking at him. His eyes were trained behind him, shit eating grin in place on his face.

Jake turned his head, his eyes landing upon Mercury standing a few feet away, bottle dangling from her hand. He immediately choked up, hands growing clammy as he tried to find his voice. The look on her face told Jake she had heard everything.

“I’m gonna head back inside,” Mickey pushed off the chair before murmuring, “Remember what I said. You deserve love,” to Jake. He then sauntered back into the bar, saluting sloppily as he walked past Mercury.

Jake held his breath, counting to twenty as she approached him, sitting down tentatively in Fanboy’s abandoned seat. Neither of them spoke at first. Jake’s heart was beating so hard against his ribs that he thought it would break free. His palms were sweaty and he wanted to bolt, rush back inside.

“You love me?” She quietly asked, hands twisting in her lap. He desperately wanted to reach out and intertwine their hands but he wasn’t sure it would be welcomed. Mercury chose for him when she grew tired of waiting for an answer.

She reached over, clasping one of his hands between her own. “Jake. Talk to me.”

Mercury was staring at him with a gentle smile. Her face was open and inviting, making Jake feel braver. He could do this.

“Yes. I don’t know when it happened.” She laughed, squeezing his hand. “Does it matter when it happened?”

“I guess not.”

Neither of them spoke after that but there seems to be no need. All Jake focused on was the feeling of his hand between hers, the way they both seemed to breathe at the same time. It’s peaceful.

“I’m sorry that I said it was just a kiss,” Mercury murmured while tracing the veins on his hand. “I wanted to say it was more than that, but I didn’t want to get hurt.”

“Hurting you is the last thing I want. I want this. Us.” Jake squeezed her hand back, intertwining their fingers. He desperately wanted her to repeat his earlier words back to him but he didn’t want to push her either. He knew he loved Mercury. He could wait while she sorted her feelings out.

After all, he hadn’t exactly planned on telling her nor even approaching her.

“Jake?”

He hummed contentedly, the feeling of her hand in his calming him down better than any trick his therapist had ever taught him.

“If you want to, I’d like that kiss to be more than just a kiss. I want you. Truth is, I think I fell in love with you when we went hiking. I know that’s so long ago and I’m sorry for not telling you but -”

Jake cut her off, cupping her face and pressing their lips together, smiling into the kiss. She loved him. It was all he needed to know. They’d figure the rest out later. If Jake had it his way, they’d have the rest of their lives.

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igotanidea · 9 months

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Cookies: Jason Todd x reader

Christmas bingo day 18 : cookies

Her laughing was so hard and so disturbingly turning into desperate sobbing, that Jason could not help getting alarmed. So, throwing his book away and almost tripping over their cat he jumped off the couch rushing to the bedroom where his lovely, emotionally unstable girlfriend were fighting for her breath, almost spitting her lungs out rolling in the sheets and holding her belly.

"Y/n?" He stuttered, quite amused by the scene in front of his eyes though he couldn't deny certain cuteness to it. She felt comfortable enough around him to actually let her guards down and turn into happy child mode. To the point where she couldn't hear him."Y/n!" He tried again falling on his stomach on the bed causing her to jump a little form the recoil "what's so funny babe?"

"Oh Jace!" She rolled on the side to face him "I've just talked to f/n. Apparently your older brother -"

"Not my brother -" Jason muttered turning a little bit grumpy, only earning eye rolling and tongue sticking from her.

"Technicals, love. Whats important is that Dick got her into baking cookies. Tricked her with using the word nutcracker." Y/n chuckled

"She thought he was going to take her out for the ballet, didn't she?" Jason couldn't help a smirk at the story. "This does sound like Dick."

"Pun intended?" His girl smirked back knowingly

"Most definitely pun intended. So how did it end, did he burn the load or did f/n had to do the work? Wait-- don't answer that I think I already know."

"He said it was a couple bonding exercise."

"Oh really?" Jason raised an eyebrow scooting closer to her and grabbing her waist "I got some other ideas for that -"

"Yeah good thing we settled on not baking this year -" she wriggled out of his embrace, sitting on the bed cross legged and fixing her hair without a care of what Dick and f/n did.

And then it hit her, her brain shutting off from the reality.

And when she looked at Jason she knew he figured it out too.

***

There was no freaking way Jason and y/n were going to get outdone in the baking area. Never .

***

And if the oldest batman son made (sort of) cookies, it could only mean that he was going to bring them to a family feast and keep on bragging about hidden culinary talent.

No freaking way.

So acting like a two pieces of the same, well-oiled machine Jason and y/n gathered all the necessary ingredients, grabbed their matching aprons and started producing something that could, hands down, be called a masterpiece.

The recipie that never failed them was enriched with a secret ingredient called love as they laughed and bantered during the preparation.

And obviously he didn't mean to blow that flour her way and made her sneeze. And that vicious smile on his face only meant apologies. It really wasn't Jason's fault that she took this a cue to get all competitive.

"You know what?" Once she managed to wipe the white powder from her face her eyes glistened mischievously "I got an idea"

"Did you think about it a lot?"

"Well it took me longer than it takes you to finish when-"

"Shut up!" He turned red instantly getting a handful of cinnamon and rubbed it into her crystal white apron "oh, you're so clumsy princess, such a messy cook. Maybe you should just leave the professional to do the complicated work?"

Much to his surprise, instead of lunging at him (which would give him opportunity to grab her and tease her in some other ways than verbal) his words only made her take an exhale, shake her head and smile.

Uh huh. Not a good sign.

"You want to stand against me Todd? You sure about that? I don't think you realise what's coming for you, pretty boy." Her hands found a way to her hips as she stood in a power pose that could do very little to intimidate him.

"Flattery will get you nowhere princess" he leaned forward over the kitchen counter testing her nerves and patience.

"Are you that terrified you feel the urge to distract me?"

"May the best cook win" he grinned pulling her cooking hat onto her eyes blocking her view for a few seconds just to get a head start, grab the ingredients and put them out of her reach.

"That's cheating!" She protested trying to retrieve the necessary products

"I can't remember us setting the rules."

"Bully!"

"That's not what you said when- ouch!" The sudden stepping on his foot took him by surprise, giving her the chance to grab the baking powder and eggs and start running. Once she reached the pantry, she immediately locked the door.

At the moment they were at an impasse.

Y/n had the eggs and baking powder while Jason was left with flour and sugar.

Pretty much neither of them could make actual and edible cookies without cooperating.

"Come on princess don't be like that." He yanked on the door handle "you can't win you know it"

"Is that a surrender I hear in your voice?"

"You wish! I'm merely giving you a chance to walk with your head high and not shamefully defeated"

"Admit it you can't do a single thing without my input!"

"I think that's pretty obvious at this point of our relationship..." He said, his tone suddenly turning soft. "It scares me sometimes how dependant of you I am... Come on baby open up..."

"You're not playing me?" She asked from behind the door, her heart beating so loud that the blood was rushing in her ears

"Cross my heart-" he started but before he finished, she actually unlocked the door and stood in the doorframe still a little bit hesitant and careful, having learnt to watch out for him and his games.

"Hey...." She muttered diligently assessing the situation.

"Fool!" Jason yelled, grabbing her and pulling her to a kiss that seemed to last forever but still not long enough. "You didn't actually think I didn't have an ulterior motive did you?"

"You're such a dork Todd ..." She chuckled (not) trying to break free.

"Oh damn, this woman is still talking! Not on my watch."

And once their lips met again, they had the world in their grasp in the person of one another. For what they cared the rest of it could have burned.

And talking about burning -

"Our cookies are still gonna be better right?" She pulled back after a minute not really capable of getting rid of that competitiveness.

"Damn right. But the dough can wait a little bit longer." He retorted.

Preferably all night cause they were going to be busy with some other kind of sugar and sweetness.

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adoristsposts · 1 year

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Ode to a Conversation Stuck in Your Throat | Quinn Hughes

author's note; another song fuelled fic for quinny boy. based on ode to a conversation stuck in your throat by del water gap because i fell in love with it as quickly as i did with the oldest hughes brother summary; a casual hookup is enough for quinn. until he realises it isn't. word count; 0.9k warnings; slight nsfw, mention of drinking if u squint enough characters; Reader x Quinn Hughes

I do not want to fight this anymore I just want to lay back And watch you pin me to the bed

Quinn had never felt better than when he finally gave in. The two of you had taken the boat out before anyone else could ask to tag along. And now, as the sun hit your bare skin and turned you into a glowing deity, he only wanted to worship you. "Why are you staring at me like that?" You laughed. He turned red and shook his head like the dirty thoughts would fall out of it. "You checking me out, Hughes?" "Yeah." He admitted. You turned pink, "Do something about it, then."

I used to call you my best friend Way back before you were my everything Now I'm sucking your neck

They're just a friend, he had said so many times. Just a friend. A friend that he was totally obsessed with. Every thought he had was about you. It was far from fair. How was he supposed to tell people you were just a friend when you meant everything to him? He didn't voice this. Instead, he laid in bed with you. The only trace of him he could leave behind were hickeys. And he marked you with as many of them as he could. Mine. He wanted to tell the world. Mine, mine, mine. And the hickeys were the way to show it. Because you were his. Almost.

And you wrote my favorite song Now I'm fucked up and carrying on I do not know the words to it yet, oh

He was yours, too. He couldn't escape you no matter where he went. He was at the bar with his teammates. Fucked up beyond comprehension. And the song you had shown him yesterday when he had driven you home and you had asked him to come in came on. The lyrics were so familiar, but he didn't know them. You would know them. He should tell you to come here. To hear your new favourite song, to see him. He should call you. "Hi." A girl in front of him giggled. He tucked his phone back into his pocket. "Hey."

And you're not my protector I hope you know it wasn't her That kept me off your side of the bed, oh

"Brock told me you met someone the other night." You said as you handed Quinn his plate. "Oh." He replied like an idiot. He couldn't think of anything better. "I called you that night." You stated. "Oh." He said again. He wanted to cry. He hadn't even touched her that night. Hadn't wanted to tarnish his body with the feeling of her when all it ever wanted to feel was you. "So was she pretty?" "Who?" "The girl, Quinn." You laughed. Like it was so casual. Like the two of you were still friends, and you were wondering about his latest date. Prying for details so you could make sure she was the one for him. "She was fine, I guess." He told you.

You're in his living room And it may not mean much you But your plates are in his sink And your sweater's on his bed Won't you text me when you're home? My baby, spare me all the rest

Quinn wanted to throw up. He stared at the text. Over at a guy's house. He's washing the dishes. Scary! He couldn't think straight. Your dishes should be in his sink. Your shirt was still on his bedroom floor where you had left it the other day. Text me when you get home safe. He sent back.

Please just tell me That nobody else touches you like I do Oh tell me that nobody else touches you like me

You two were together again. Bodies becoming one tangled mess of limbs and love. "Tell me" He mumbled against your lips, "Tell me no one touches you like I do. Come on, baby." He coaxed. "Quinn," You moaned breathlessly, "No one. Only you."

And it hits me I don't want anybody else touching you Like I do Like I do Like me

When you were done you curled up on his chest. Wearing his Canucks shirt and a pair of his old shorts. He couldn't shake the thought that you had slept with that other guy. Couldn't stop himself from hating the idea of it. He wanted to be the only person that touched you. That got to love you. It felt unnatural that anyone else could do it if they wanted to. If you wanted them to.

Is it okay? That I don't want Anybody else touching you like I do Like I do Like me

"Be with me," Quinn whispered into your hair. You looked up at him. Your eyebrows were furrowed in confusion and he realised that maybe his declaration of love should have been more poetic. "What?" You asked. "Be with me. Like, officially." Because he couldn't come up with anything poetic. All he could do was breathe in your scent and hope you'd agree and he'd get to hold you forever. "Quinn." You said softly. For a moment he thought you'd say no. But then a smile uncurled on your lips and you kissed him. "Yes. God, yes."

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anxy76 · 4 months

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🍷Overworked

Presented to you by anxy76

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

It was a dull night, I just got back from Lord Diavolos Castle, I was required to help around for the upcoming party

I slowly put my bag down, feeling pretty tired from all the work I did, but there was one thing I had to check before heading back to sleep

Someone who's been working way too much, the random footsteps from afar could be heard

I slowly walk towards the familiar door, the one I enter almost each and every night thought for the past week I couldn't have made it due to Diavolos' requirements.

Slowly putting my ear next to door, trying to listen if there was any sound inside, a stern voice making me flinch

"I swear if it's you, Mammon, again, I'll hang you upside down!" Lucifer shouted in a clearly annoyed tone, and it could be very much heard through the door

I press the handle and open the door. Lucifer is already staring at it

"Sorry ,Lucifer, I just wanted to check on you. I haven't seen you in a while" keeping my voice as soft as possible, seeing that Lucifer was not in the mood for anything

He just stared at me, right into my eyes. The moonlight was going over his face, making Lucifers features more noticeable, but just when he was about to speak, the second oldest voice was heard

"OI human! Where have ya been all day?! Come 'ere! No more waisting time here. " Mammon grabbed my hand and pulled me out of Lucifers office just as if he no longer wanted to see me in there

"Mammon- wait! Hold on!" I tried stopping him, but there was no chance he'd actually listen to me. Sometimes, I wonder why Mammon isn't the avatar of envy. That would suit him more... when it comes to me.

He kept talking, but instead of listening, I was continuously looking back, hoping Lucifer would come and take me away from his brother and that I'd be in his embrace... but that did not happen because while staring back at the corridor, I could see the door slowly closing back.

As the both of us reached my room, I spoke in a silent yet tired voice.

"I should get some rest, uhm thanks for bringing me to my room...I need to wake up early to help Lord Diavolo out" I groan reminding myself that I indeed need to help out and it was already late.

Mammon looked at me dissapointed yet he did not give up and invited himself in my room starting up a conversation that took atleast three more hours but what can I say other than it was indeed fun, we laughed, giggled , played some games and even comforted eachothers.

Thought my mind was still set on Lucifer,quite worried actually he hadn't left his office since the last time I actually visited him...he'll I hope he's taking care of himself and not overworking.

I brush my thoughts aside, watching as Mammon slowly leaves my room waving goodbye. The moon shined brighter as the time went by, I had to at least get a bit of sleep, I had to help them out, or else Diavolo would be disappointed

My eyes slowly closed, bringing me to my slumber, helped by my blanket, a very comfortable and puffy one.... I didn't even realise I didn't change my clothes due to how tired I was, and we'll because I got distracted by the sin of greed, Mammon.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

Time passed very fast

Diavolos party was starting to look amazing. The finishing touches, making it look absolutely stunning, I was proud of myself for being able to help with so many things my eyes flickering satisfying with all of it, as I take one more look at everything.

I was incredibly happy, but I still felt like something was missing.Someone was missing

Where was he?

I haven't seen his face for the past weeks.

Should I go look for him?

All the questions rang in my head, I needed to know how he was doing.

My mind was made up. I was gonna go search for him. As I was about to go, Lord Diavolo snapped me back to the party

"Ah... yes, the finishing touches, how could I forget I still had to help..!"softly whispering to myself, at how forgetful I get when it comes to the avatar of pride...

Kinda dissapointed at the fact that I can't go see him right now. Oh, how I wish...

The faster I finish this, the quicker I'll get to him!

Or so I thought....

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

For the past hours, I've been helping, it seems as Diavolos thoughts had no stop...!

I'm so tired... After all, im just a human doing all this work.

"Diavolo... we finished everything. Isn't it time to let us go back?" I asked a bit confused since we finished the actual plan a few hours ago.

"Ah yes! But there's so many ideas so much to do!" He responded with his iconic laugh."Sorry (y/n) you can go rest. I understand you don't have the energy as us the demons."

I took a deep breath in. Finally, I can go check on him.

"Thank you!" I respond eagerly, ready to leave.

I didn't usually walk alone in the devildom. It was dangerous for... a human that's what everyone told me, i was supposed to wait for one of the brothers to walk with me towards the House of Lamentation, but I was too worried about the oldest brother, so instead of waiting I was speeding towards the house.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

Quickly making my way in rushing towards Lucifers office, I slowly knock on the door but only for it to get no response.

"Lucifer?" I ask softly, deciding to open the door as I pull it open

I'm peeking my head inside the room as I see him. His head was lying on the table, probably way too tired to get to his room.

I wonder how long he has been here for?

For how long has he been skipping meals?

"Lucifer.." I call out again his name as I comb my fingers through his hair

He started to stir a bit, and then he brought his head up to look at me

"(y/n)? why are you here? I must've fallen asleep. I have to get back to my work. Thank you for waking me."But my mind was made to at least get him to rest for a bit.

"You need to rest the work can wait," looking him directly in the eyes... his eyes looked so tired, so exhausted."You've been working for the past weeks for what I know. You deserve a break, so please let me help you."

He looked at me, debating if he should listen to me or not... but he knew I wouldn't stop until he rested.

"Alright then." he got up, looking just as exhausted, but instead of walking towards the door, he came to me. "But you're also resting with me, don't think I didn't know you've also been working more than you should of." his hands made their way around my waist , holding me close.

My cheeks turned into a soft red. "But unlike you, I got rest from time to time..!" complaining at his statement.

"Let's head to my room." pulling me towards him, not letting go of my hand as he took the lead into getting us towards his room.

At that time, I forgot I didn't change my clothes due to the hurry I was in. "I think I'll head to my room." I told him

"You're not spending the night with me?" his voice sounded dissapointed, he wanted me to stay , and who was I to decline?

"I'll just change my clothes and come right back, alright?" As I turned my head towards the direction of my room

"I can give you some spare clothes." he responded quickly, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside the room "I don't want you to leave."

I watched him as he got me the spare clothes he had already changed, and so was I about to do as well.

It took me a few minutes, but I finished, I went into the bed right next to Lucifer.

He put his hands around me and pulled me, holding me against his chest. His heartbeat was going fast yet soft like a nice melody.

His voice was soft as he said, "How I wished we'd do this again, I'm sorry I got so worked up with all the paperwork my dear (y/n)" as he held me as close as possible

"It's alright, I was just worried since you haven't been getting rest" I whispered out my thoughts "I want you to take more care of yourself."

"Anything for you my dear."

Those were the last words exchanged from the both of us as we fall into a deep slumber both of us happily in eachothers arms again after so long.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #anime and manga #dating sim #obey me shall we date brothers #house of lamentation #obey me diavolo

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casual-violinist-fangirl · 5 months

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When You're Hurting I'll Fix What I Can - 2,041 Words

A Tech-heavy fic where Omega is sick!

I always struggle writing Tech so please be kind, I've done my best...

This fic is part of my 'Kaminoans are Assholes' collection that can all be found on my masterlist. It's set in a post-Season 1 AU where Crosshair left Kamino with the Bad Batch.

As always, the link to my AO3 is here and the link to my masterlist on tumblr is here. Enjoy!

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At first it had just been a sniffle, hardly noticeable to anyone… except Hunter with his heightened senses. He raised an eyebrow as Omega wiped her runny nose on her sleeve, but said nothing of it; if she wanted their help, she’d say something to somebody. All the same, he made a point of keeping an eye on her as she went about her usual day.

As the day wore on, it became clearer that something wasn’t right. Omega’s sniffles and sneezes graduated to a rough cough that rattled through her. Echo had noticed now and handed the girl a tissue when she couldn’t stop sneezing. It had been a quiet day for the batch seeing as they were in hyperspace, and before long everyone was aware of the sniffles and coughs that were plaguing their youngest (oldest?) member.

The day drew to a close and now even Tech (who had been busy with repairing AZI all day) had noticed that the youngest member of their group was unwell. She hadn’t wanted to eat much that evening, choking back half a ration bar at Hunter’s pleas. Now she was sat in the arms of her father figure, drifting between a light sleep and picking at a loose thread on her tunic.

“How’re you feeling, ‘Megs?” Hunter asked as he gently carted his fingers through her hair, only to realise that she was fast asleep. He frowned with concern as he felt how warm her forehead was and glanced up at Crosshair, who also looked mildly concerned (which was a rare facial expression for him).

“She’s probably tired, Hunter,” the youngest of the group stated. ‘She’s been running around like an excitable loth cat for the past two days.”

Admitting that Crosshair was probably right, the sergeant carefully lifted Omega and carried her to her bunk. Tucking her in with Lula and Trooper, he pressed a light kiss to her warm brow before leaving her be and trying to get some rest himself.

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When Tech woke up for his shift on watch, he had been expecting it to be uneventful. AZI was already in the cockpit waiting for him to continue his repairs… Tech was bound to get more done seeing as his brothers and sister were all asleep.

It wasn’t until he was an hour into his shift, and that was when he heard movement coming from the cabin. Assuming it was one of his siblings going to the fresher, he didn’t think much of it; his suspicions were only confirmed when he heard the sound of the ‘fresher door open.

Only the fresher door didn’t hiss shut again, and the sound of someone retching soon filled his ears. Without thinking, Tech let out of his chair and barrelled through the door into the cabin. Hunter, for once, had not woken up (perhaps a true indicator of how worn out he was after their most recent mission), and Tech could make out the silhouettes of Crosshair and Echo resting on a bunk and a chair respectively. Wrecker could be heard snoring, which meant that it could only be one other person in the ‘fresher.

“Omega?” Tech poked his head around the doorframe, only to be met with a saddening sight. The little girl was hunched over the vac tube, retching as she lost the little she’d eaten earlier.

“Tech?” came a pathetic sounding voice as she paused and caught her breath. “I don’t feel so good.” Piecing together what he had heard and seen throughout the say, Tech wasted no time crouching next to his sister and scanning her. He had a rough idea of what the problem was, but it was best make sure.

Omega whimpered and shivered on the floor as her brother rubbed soothing circles on her back in the same way he’d seen Hunter do before.

“As I suspected,” he muttered to himself as the holo pad bleeped. “Miss Omega, it would appear that you are suffering from a fever, which is what has made you…” he trailed off as she surged forward and vomited once more.

“Please make it stop!” she cried as she sat back once more. Tech nodded and darted out of the ‘fresher only to appear moments later brandishing a medkit, a canteen and a blanket.

Once Omega was wrapped in the blanket and clutching the canteen in her shaking hands, Tech set about sorting through the medkit for something, anything that would be useful. Given that clones were designed with heightened immune systems, medicine for illness was not something the batch had needed, but Tech had made sure to stock up on some of the basics. He guessed that because Omega was genetically unaltered she would not have that same protection they did. That added to the fact that she wouldn’t have been exposed to any germs until leaving Kamino… let’s just say they were lucky she hadn’t been ill yet.

Finally finding what he was looking for, Tech produced a small carton and a bottle containing a very pink looking liquid. Omega eyed them, not sure what to make of it all.

“This is a medicine that will help to bring your fever down and soothe the cough you have,” Tech started, raising the bottle to her. “And this,” he gestured to the carton. “Is a drink that will help to re-hydrate you more sufficiently than water will.”

The little girl nodded, trusting her brother as he measured out a cap of the pink liquid from the bottle and handed it to her. Not stopping to think, she knocked it back like you would a shot, pulling a face at the taste but managing to swallow it. Tech smiled sympathetically but busied himself with shaking the canon and piercing it with a straw. Giving that to his sister as will, he sat back content that with the medicine she would likely feel a lot better in the morning.

… that was until she was sick once more, shuddering as whatever she’d just taken left her system.

When she was done, she slumped against the wall one more. Tech frowned.

“I’ll admit,” he stated as he repositioned his goggles. “That was not quite the reaction I was expecting.” The little girl sat in front of him shuddered and wrapped the blanket further around herself. “No matter,” he continued as he delved back into the medkit. “We can simply administer the medication and fluids through an intravenous drip…”

He had barely finished the sentence when Omega inhaled sharply and started trembling even more.

“No thank you,” she stammered out, shuffling so she was wedged between the vac tube and the wall. Her eyes were wide with fear, but unfocused, the fever having truly taken hold. Tech raised an eyebrow, but simply put it down to a well-known childhood fear of injections plenty of cadets experienced. “There is nothing to be worried about, Miss Omega,” he said. “It is the same medication, and you will feel better with it.”

His reasoning was to no avail as Omega’s bottom lip started trembling as her breathing quickened. “No,” she repeated, sounding more alarmed than before and looking a whole lot smaller. “Please no,” she pleaded with her brother, though Tech wasn’t sure it was him she was seeing in her fever-induced delirium. “I’m sorry I was sick. I’ll be good, but please! No needles.”

Her breathing had quickened to the point that she had started hyperventilating and Tech frowned, concerned. No needles? Why…

Suddenly it all slotted into place. Tech found himself cursing the Kaminoans, but pushed all of that to one side so that he could focus on his little sister. Leaning out of the ‘fresher, he threw a small roll of gauze at Hunter’s face to wake him up; this was not going to be a one-man job.

The gauze had the desired affect because moments later a sleep-deprived Hunter stumbled into the ‘fresher. He had been about to ask Tech what the kriff had possessed him to mess about in the middle of the night when his eyes settled on his brother gently encouraging Omega to take deep breaths. Instead of interrupting he glanced at the scene around them; the room smelt vaguely of vomit, he assumed Omega’s and he spotted various pieces of medical equipment scattered around, including the means to set up an IV.

Putting the pieces together, the sergeant crouched down next to Tech, who shuffled out of the way to make room for Omega’s father figure. He was having a better time soothing the child, and for the first time in a while Tech found himself feeling a little inadequate. He had just wanted to help his little sister. Curse those Kaminoans- of course they wouldn’t just leave Omega alone, they had to experiment on her just as they had done with the rest of the batch.

“I don’t w-want…” came the gasping voice of Omega as Hunter nodded understandingly and smoothed her hair back. She was hot to the touch, a true sign of the affects of the fever. “No tests,” she continued to garble as she hurried her face in Hunter’s neck; a look aof devastated knowing washed over the sergeant’s face.

“No tests,’ he replied in a hushed tone. He glanced up at Tech, who was still trying to look busy and give the pair some space. The pair’s eyes met and the look on his brother’s face told him what he needed to know.

Omega was ill. She needed the drip.

Tech had turned his back, trying to act as invisible as possible when someone saying his name snapped him out of his thoughts and back into reality. Omega was now sat curled up in Hunter’s lap and clinging to his blacks, but her breathing has thankfully evened out to a more calming rate.

“Pardon?” he asked, a little flustered. Hunter rolled his eyes.

“I was just saying,” he started. “That you were only trying to help Omega. That you would never hurt her.”

“I know that really,” the girl in his arms cried, still upset. “I… just really don’t like needles… the Kaminoans would never tell me what they were doing and the stuff they put in me made me sick.”

If Tech hadn’t already been angry, he definitely would have been now. Taking a deep breath, an idea popped into his head.

“Would it help if I told you exactly what I was doing as I’m doing it?” he asked cautiously, not wanting to scare her. After a moments consideration, Omega gave a small nod and Hunter helped her to shift into a more upright position. Tech prepared his equipment, explaining exactly what he was doing at every step of the way. Omega had teared up and buried her face into Hunter’s chest as the drip was set up, the older clone whispering soothing words into her hair.

“All done!” Tech declared as he tied off a small bandage that would stop the line from catching on anything. Omega removed her face from where it had been hiding and wrinkled her nose in disgust at the sight of her arm. “You did well, Miss Omega,” Tech continued as he packed his equipment away. “All that’s left for you to do now is rest. You will feel better soon.” He stood and moved out of the ‘fresher, giving Hunter the space to carry the little girl out. He placed her on his bunk and disappeared to retrieve Lula and Trooper from the gunners’ mount. Tech was about to retreat back to the cockpit when a pair of small arms wrapped around his waist.

“Thank you,” Omega mumbled as she drew back from the hug and settled on Hunter’s bunk once more. All Tech could do was smile and nod as he tried to summon the right thing to say.

“Any time, vod’ika,” he eventually replied with a final nod before he disappeared into the cockpit. He gazed into hyperspace as his shift wore on, thanking his lucky stars (not that he believed in luck) that they had managed to get to Omega when they did. They couldn’t scare away all of her demons, but they sure as hell would try their best to do so.

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cosmicalily · 8 months

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The Confessional Chronicles - Prologue

୨୧ a Cherry Song Series ୨୧ An extended series version of my fic ‘Younger’, which is part of my As Loved by The Aces series.

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How could you fall in love with somebody you’ve known your entire life? Rather, you thought, how could you not fall in love with somebody you’ve known your entire life?

Pairing: Jeongin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, (childhood) friends to lovers, fluff,

Warnings: Fighting (but it's a silly kid fight)

Series playlist: Spotify

Prologue - “Wish I could meet the younger me, please don’t forget all the pure feelings you had back then.” - "When We Were Kids" by TWICE

Yang Jeongin always had a penchant for shoving very large pieces of food in his mouth, risking oxygen, jaw functioning, and his dignity, just to eat something before his younger brother could get his hands on it. He loved playing with small kids and babies, even if at the time, he was little more than a small kid himself. He liked to talk, but not too much, and was the oldest in his year, but the youngest out of his friends. He liked your trampoline. You liked his dog.

Jeongin had never been friends with someone his own age before. He had his friends in the year above, the ones he considered older brothers. He had his little brother’s friends, the ones who begged him to play with them whenever they were over. Jeongin had lots of friends, but he wasn’t particularly close to anyone in his own year level.

Not until he met you. Or rather, you met him.

His friends had gone to summer camp, and he’d been left behind. His brother was spending a few days at his friend’s holiday house. He was bored and lonely and curious about the girl who’d moved next door only a few weeks ago.

After that first day he’d invited himself over, you’d spent almost every day of summer break with him. You took his dog for walks (although their golden retriever, Cookie, was very strong, and more often than not, the dog was walking you), played on your trampoline and on his back porch. You had never felt so close to someone in your life. It seemed everyone loved Yang Jeongin, but you felt like you loved him the most. You told him this one day, with the kind of unfaltered kid confidence that disappears during teenagehood. He didn’t laugh or joke or tease you, the way he normally did when you made remarks like that. He nodded sincerely, and assured you that you were his best friend, or in his words, his “favourite girl”. You replied that he was most definitely your favourite boy. You treasured each other's words, and you both knew it. From then on, you weren’t addressed by your name in your birthday and Christmas cards anymore. You were his favourite girl and he was your favourite boy, and your families thought it was adorable.

Of course it wasn’t all favourite girls and boys and bubble wars in the backyard. There were petty fights, and some were so bad, you weren’t sure if you’d ever be friends again afterwards. He could be clumsy and careless, and you could be sensitive and uptight. Once, you received a huge lego set as your twelfth birthday present and immediately invited him over. However, the fight over whether to follow the instructions and actually build the palace that was intended (your idea) or build a plane in the shape of a fox (his idea) lead to pieces being snatched, stolen, hidden and eventually lost, and lots of tears and shouting. He said you were being boring, you said he was being annoying. Then, you dropped the bomb.

“You’re not my favourite boy anymore, Yang Jeongin,” you shouted, then your hand flew to your mouth, realising just what you’d said.

You’d seen Jeongin cry before. When he’d fallen off his top bunk trying to do a trick, the time he sprained his ankle on your trampoline. But you’d never seen him cry like this. He was silent, his cheeks flushing pink, eyes watering. He walked out of your room, down the stairs and left. You wanted to follow him, to apologise, say you didn’t mean it. You were also very petty, and wanted to hold a grudge.

But Yang Jeongin was sweet, the sweetest boy you knew. You broke his heart into two that day, yet he was the one to slip a letter through your windowsill a few days later. A letter you still kept today, folded tightly into squares in your wallet.

I’m sorry I messed up your lego, I know it was annoying of me. I miss you and want to be best friends again. Cookie misses you too. Do you want to come for a walk with us today?

You’re still my favourite girl, even if you don’t like me anymore, I will still like you, I promise.

(But I hope I am still your favourite boy, were you just angry and maybe didn’t mean it?)

You were twelve, reading a hastily written letter from the boy next door who once shoved a whole orange into his mouth, who got dragged into a lake by his overexcited dog, who invited himself over to play on your trampoline, who tried to build a plane in the shape of a fox.

Yes, you’d known you loved Yang Jeongin before that, but as you reread the letter, then ran over to his house and hugged him, sobbing into his shoulder and promising that he was your favourite boy and that you didn’t mean it, you felt something in your chest twinge.

He got under your skin often. It irritated you.

But now, it felt like he was crawling in, making a home there.

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Fun Observations from the Weekend:

Older Brother is a total handful. Backstory: For most of his placement 2 years ago he was with another foster mom, but he spent 10 days living with me while she was out of town. I also had the other kids at the same time then and I was overwhelmed. I felt I was often frustrated and short tempered with him. Sometimes I’d just make him sit on the couch and not speak or touch anything because otherwise I’d just want to scream as he bounces off the wall and talks all the time, oh and just makes random noise if he is talking. On top of the fact that he was removed from his mom’s house and placed into foster care for months back then. So he would be fairly justified if he remembered his time at my house as being negative. But no, the two older kids have lots of great memories of being at my place. He was asking if they could stay longer and he kept saying things like “Remember how we used to do Best and Worst at dinner, let’s do that again.” And he asked how my parents were doing and insisted on calling them. And he still remembers my door code password. He was asking how often the Twins come over. I told him they come every weekend and he sadly expressed that wasn’t fair. I reminded him they only come here because their family is having some problems and he also used to live here because Mom was having problems and said it’s better he live at home when Mom is doing well, and he happily agreed. But he’d definitely like to visit more often.

When we were at the park, there was a big kid playing. All the kids had taken off their flip flops, and the big boy put one of their pair on. My kids told him to take them off but he ignored so they let him be. Then later he did it again so I walked over to ask him to stop but realised he was likely autistic based on how he wasn’t engaging with my communication, and then he grabbed my arm and tugged and honestly he was strong, it was a little scary because he clearly hurt one of the little kids without meaning to. But all my kids sort of instinctually gave him some space and everyone played nicely. He eventually took off the flip flops. And one of the Cutie Siblings came over and quietly asked me if he had autism. I said, “yeah, I think so.” And they went back to playing. Was a plus point that the Cutie Siblings have been raised to be chill.

My oldest daughter wanted very little to do with the chaos of the kids, but she let the Older Sister sleep in her room. I let the 2 of them stay up later than the rest of us and the next day I heard Older Sister bragging to her brother that she stayed up for “girl talk” with Oldest Daughter. Very cute.

Younger Sister was talking with such good diction and poise. She seems advanced, which is surprising considering she’s the youngest of 4 and not getting much attention. Doesn’t hurt that she’s got gorgeous curly long hair and a perfect kid face. Adorbs.

Younger brother still takes everything very personal, guess it’s just his personality. Overreacts when a sibling accidentally hurts him. Happily tattletales on everyone. He got poop on my bed and lied about it when gentle confronted (but that’s to be expected of course). But get this kid in the pool and he was so happy to be finally learning how to swim. He made huge progress and he’s so proud. And of course in the perfect Spider-Man adoration phase, which I’m a total sucker for.

Took them all shopping and they went home with a new outfit and pack of underwear each.

Well, that’s it. Might not have enough energy to invite them back until another 12 months have gone by. I’m exhausted and I’ve got the Twins for the rest of the year, plus their little sister will join for 1 month of it. Need to save up energy!

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gloriousporcodenial · 2 years

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Life is a Spiderweb (7)

Chapter 3 : Marcel

You looked at the young man for a minute, but you didn't want to get in a fight with him again. You sighted deeply.

"Forget it."

Sadness was starting to fill your heart, and you quickly walked past him, not sparing a glimpse in his direction, trying to get away from his sight. When you finally reached the corner of the building, you stopped.

You had been hoping so much for Porco to be kind deep down that you had started believing it. Your anger mixed with your sadness, your emotions about to spill. You wanted to cry because you were deceived, you wanted to scream because you had been stupid. You were so mad at him for not letting you try to befriend him, you were mad at yourself for thinking that you could get what you wanted. Why did you want to bond with Porco this much anyway ?

Tears of frustration escaped you eyes, you brushed them harshly in annoyance, holding in your sobs.

"Y/n, how dumb are you exactly ?" you muttered between your clenched teeth.

"Is everything allright ?"

You looked behind you, surprised to hear that deep voice, but another wave of deception washed over you when you recognised Porco's older brother. You felt even more ashamed now that you had been caught with your red, tearful eyes.

"Everything's perfect." you snapped. Marcel seemed confused, but no one had ever seen you agitated like this. You were the sweet and playful young woman that always had a smile to spare after all. He took a hesitant step toward you, looking rather embarassed.

"Does... This have to do with my brother ?"

You felt even more stupid to hear it aloud from someone else. You didn't answer, but you already knew Marcel was clever enough to read your silence as an answer. He sighted, shaking his head slowly in disappointment.

"I just walked past him. I'm sorry if he has been rude to you again... He's very hot-tempered and... I don't know what's his deal with you."

You looked back at the brune man, curious.

"You mean, I didn't make that up ?" you asked, and elaborated as you saw his intriged face. "I noticed how Porco was always around me... I even heard him complain to you on how I stopped challenging him. I thought maybe he wanted to be friends but didn't really know how to bring that up, but..."

You stopped talking, realising that you had let yourself getting carried away.

"What happened ?"

You sighted. At this point, you might as well tell Marcel, maybe he would understand things a bit more then you did. He was Porco's brother after all.

"I just said "Hi", and he snapped at me. I really thou-"

"Wait, you just greeted him ? Nothing else ?"

This time, you were the one looking confused. Marcel sighted sharply, clearly irritated. It made him look exactly like his little brother, his eyes a similar shade of gray clouded the same way, his mouth twisting in a scowl you had already seen a few minutes earlier.

"I really thought you had done something, Porco was so upset..."

Marcel looked at you, and you were a bit confused. His annoyance faded, and he seemed sorry now, but something was off about him. You couldn't exactly say what... But it made you uneasy.

"I'm sorry about his attitude. You're very kind to try to be friendly to him, but you're not quite the type of person he likes."

You thought about that a lot. You understood the words, that Marcel had told you that Porco didn't like people with your personnality, but somehow, it sounded as if the oldest Galliard had meant something different. His words had sounded quite cruel to you, but no one really likes hearing that they are hated for who they are.

The following days, you made sure to avoid Porco, but somehow, your usual cheerfulness was toned down. At the end of the day, after a week had passed, you were walking toward the dining room, exhausted, when you heard your name. You turned around, seeing Marcel smiling as he paced up.

"Hey, can I speak with you quickly ?"

You nodded silently, and saw Porco waiting further, clearly annoyed.

"Don't mind him. Look, I know you've been a bit down lately, and I'm sure it's because of Pock, but everyone kind of misses the happy Y/n that always rose the mood in a room..."

"It's nothing, I've never really been hated by others before, so it's a bit new to me !" you lied. Of course you had been loathed when you were a homeless kid waiting for the opportunity to steal a loaf of bread at the marketplace. You hated to remember the cold eyes of everyone when you walked past them in your dirty rags.

"Well, everyone else likes you. So don't let my moody little brother take your smile away from you. Life is so short, you might die anytime..." he added with a sad smile.

"Right, the recon corp's soldiers have a short lifespan !" you laughed, and Marcel chuckled with you, even if you could note a pinch of sadness in his voice. Somehow, his words had cheered you up a little.

That is more or less how the two of you became friends. Marcel would come to you on a daily basis to make sure you weren't bummed by his brother's attitude, then only to talk with you. You were getting along nicely, he was rather calm whereas you were more energetic. Marcel really looked as good as his brother, with the same square jaw and upward nose, and they had many similar expressions, but you soon found small differences. He was much more friendly, and rarely frowned. His expressions were generally softer, and his brune hair less neatly done. He was also taller then him, but he was older after all. Their personnalities turned out to be quite opposed on the other hand, Porco beeing lonesome and hot-tempered while Marcel was more sociable and placid. Their voices were very close, but you figured out that the moody blonde man had a slightly more gutural tone, and the oldest one spoke more smoothly, but that might only be due to Porco's disdain toward you. Apart from their expressions, you also noted that Marcel's irises were a slightly darker gray.

Your friendship was quickly a bother to the youngest brother. From time to time, Macel would leave him to be with you, during meals or during your training. You kept your promess anyway, and always waved from afar to Marcel when the two Galliards were together, but whenever the brune man would walk in your direction, you would cross the blonde's deadly glare.

"You shouldn't leave your brother to come to me !" you scolded as the eldest brother arrived to you.

"Ah, he doesn't really want to come, he's the one staying behind !" Marcel protested.

"You know he hates me, he'll think I'm stealing his brother !"

"You could never !" Marcel laughed. "Hungry ?"

"More like starving. Let's go !"

The two of you headed to the dining room with the rest of your comrades. During the meal, you couldn't help but notice Porco facing you, a few tables away. He was alone tonight, as Berthold and Reiner had both joigned Marcel and you. You tried to ignore him, but your eyes kept going back in his direction. You hated how lonely he seemed. You met his gaze, and he glared back, before focusing on his plate again, his scowl fading into a sad expression. He quickly finished eating and left the room.

Later in the evening, you took a moment on your own to walk in the fresh air, but overheard a conversation by the stalls. You were about to walk away, when you recognised the harsh tone of the youngest Galliard.

"What are you doing with her ?"

"With who ?" Marcel replyed with a softer voice.

"Y/n !"

Your eyes widened as you heard your name.

"I know you decided to avoid everyone, but that's your decision Pock."

"You're going to get hurt, Marcel..."

You felt a pinch in your heart as you heard sadness in the younger brother's voice.

"Right now, the only one I see hurt is you... You can't cut everyone out of your life !"

"You can't be her friend, Marcel !"

"Why, because she's not like us ? Can't you see that we're all the same, Porco ? Stop pretending that these people are the mon-"

"Because she's going to die !"

Both remained quiet for a moment. You were frozen on the spot, you knew you weren't supposed to hear this, but you were afraid to walk away and be heard. You didn't want Porco to catch you eavesdropping them.

Finally, you heard Marcel's voice, lower then usual.

"There's no right way to deal with this... I wish I hadn't let you joign the army."

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard footsteps, and you swiftly made your way inside the stables, just before a silhouette passed by, toward the barracks.

You were puzzled, what did they mean that you were not like them ? Was it because you were an orphan that grew up in the streets ? Was it because you were a woman ? Porco seemed so certain that you were going to die, and it was kind of true, you realised. You never aimed at living a long life, you joigned the army knowing that you were going toward your dead end.

Your train of thoughts was stopped as you heard a light thump against the wooden door, then a more muffled one as someone let themselves sit on the ground, sighting deeply. Your crouched in the dark, the faint moonlight revealing Porco's shadow by the entrance of the stables. The silhouette's hand slowly rose to his forehead, pushing back his slick hair the way he usually does several times a day.

"He doesn't get it..." you heard him mutter faintly.

He remained like this for a long while, and you could feel your legs becoming numb when he finally got up and left. You were suprised to see him walking with his shoulders low, as if his thoughts were weighting on him.

You struggled to sleep that night, and the next morning, Marcel noticed it.

"Hey, Y/n, are you allright ?"

You brushed it away with a laugh.

"I didn't find you yesterday evening."

"Yeah, I went for a walk. You're eating with your brother today ?"

The brune man frowned with a sight, and you couldn't help but recall last night's conversation that you overheard.

"No."

He saw your concerned gaze and smiled warmly at you, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Let's grab some food before Sasha eats all of it !"

Since that day, Marcel spent most of his time with you. You enjoyed his compagny, he was very attentive, and helped you perfect your training as much as he could, teaching you a few useful tricks. He even suggested that you joign him in the evening, before the curfew, for some extra workout, and blushed immediately as you bursted out laughing.

"N-no, Y/n, I don't mean that !"

It took you a moment to catch your breath, but when you looked back up, Marcel was gazing at you softly, his face still a bit red. You smiled at him, straightening up. Marcel lowered his eyes, saddness slowly making it's way on his face.

"It's just that..."

Because she's going to die !

"You're worried about me ?" you cut him. The brune man looked at you, startled that you had seemingly read his mind.

"I know you're already among the best, Y/n, but you want to joign the survey corp and... I would hate that anything happens to you."

You had an odd feeling, as if he wasn't exactly saying the truth, but not lying either. You stared at him for a long while, trying to read his thoughts through his gray eyes, but he looked away.

"Okay, we can do this." you finally answered, and his stiff figure relaxed as he looked back at you with a smile.

"Great ! Let's go then."

You followed him, slipping away from your comrades that were too busy talking to notice the two of you.

Marcel turned out to be a mercyless trainer. Your body was sore when you finally stopped, feeling as if a full week of workout had been rushed in two hours. You had never been sweating this much, then again, he had pushed you to your limits. You really thought that you were going to pass out a few times. All the muscular reinforcements had been exhausting, and you could still feel the sting of the stretching you had to do, but it was nothing compared to the bruises and scratches you earned while climbing the trees. You understood that being able to move around from branch to branch made sense, but training without your maneovreur gear had been a real struggle. You did fell a few times, grateful everytime that the trees weren't so high.

"I know it's painful, but you'll soon get used to it." he apologised as you both walked back to the barracks in the dusk. He at least had the clemency to let you rest a moment until you were able to catch your breath before leaving the glade.

"You're a psychopath !" you panted back at him, earning a clear laugh from your friend.

"I guess I am a bit, but if you can survive thanks to this, I will be worse."

"Oh no, please don't !"

He stared back at you, frowning threateningly as he tried to contain his smile, before you both giggled. As you arrived to the barracks, you noticed Porco by the wooden stairs of the dormitory. He turned his head your way, and you saw his face grow pale as he recognised you both, before he hastily walked away. You were a bit surprised, Porco would usually just glare at you.

Your training was over, and your were among the top ten, along the Galliard brothers. Actually, you were ranked right before Porco, and you were certain that he was going to loose it. But when you quickly glanced at him, you were puzzled to notice that he was relieved. You mentionned it to Marcel afterwards.

"Ah, well he ranked better then Reiner, I guess that satisfies him."

Your debut as a soldier of the recon corp was memorable. The colossal titan had attacked, and many of your training comrades died that day. But things became much more puzzling when Eren Jeager turned into one of the monsters himself, and by the end of the day... Humanity had snatched it's first victory in this war for survival.

You were thankful for Marcel's training. You had been dispatched with Mikasa, and could easily endure the rough day, compared to your friends that were exhausted. You wondered if you would have made it on this day without your friend's severe teaching.

In the evening, you finally found Marcel. You took a few steps his way, before you were struck by his expression. He was sitting with someone on a table, looking into the void, visibly torn apart and yet trying to hold it all in. His shoulder were low, you could almost see the crushing weight of his distress on his back.

You took another step, only to see Porco was next to him, gently rubbing his back. His eyes were as haunted as his brother's. He rose his head and met your concerned gaze, and you were shocked to see the torment in his gray irises. But his features softened when he saw you, before he lowered his head toward Marcel, whispering something. The eldest brother looked at you and sprung to his feet to run your way, and before you could react, he pulled you into a strong hug.

"I was so afraid, I didn't see you at all, I thought..."

"I'm good ! Thanks to you !"

You quickly glanced at Porco, only to see him looking at you both with deep sadness. You thought about walking to him and give him some confort, but brushed your idea away. They just both seemed so afflicted by the carnage of the day... You seemed heartless next to them, then again, Death is mercyless in the streets, you were used to see fellow orphans and poor children die around you. Moreover, all of your closest friends seemed to be alive so far.

Until Jean arrived, broken, to announce Marco's death. You felt your heart tear, your eyes watering, and for the first time, you understood why people feared Death. It's not that you stop living. It's that it snatches what's important from you.

After this day, you weren't the same. You suddenly had discovered what grief was. And for the first time, it occured to you that maybe the way you had pictured your life as a soldier had been wrong all along. You used to be indifferent about the titans, but now, fierce anger burned in you. You understood Eren a bit more now that you were truly attached to people.

You also began to understand Marce morel. He cared about you, that had been obvious, and he did everything to ensure that you would be able to survive. And you realised that you felt the same toward him, and your training comrades... If anything was to happen to any of them, you would be crushed the same way you were when you heard about Marco's death. Even if it was Porco.

You soon discovered the boring routine of a survey corp soldier. No mission outside the walls yet, and your days were basically about training to stay in shape. You returned to your routine with Marcel, but you kept noticing how Porco seemed to become more and more sad. You understood now why he had chosen to stay alone, but instead of being just lonely, he was also afflicted now. You were sorry you couldn't help him, but Marcel had already told you to keep away from him.

But he would be there when you'll return from your work with his brother, glancing sadly in your direction before ignoring you both, still eating somewhere in your vision range at every meal. When you would walk up to them in the morning to greet Marcel, he would frown at you, but his glares were becoming less then convincing. You kept blaming yourself for his sadness, persuaded that you were breaking his tight link with his brother, until one day, your perspective was upset by an incident.

You were up the outer wall, fooling around a bit too much with Connie and Sasha, when you slipped. You felt your heart skip a beat when you realised that you were falling form the wall, toward the starving titans, but you felt a strong arm grab your waist before you could even pull out your operation device. You tried to catch your breath, before glancing up to meet that familiar square jaw. You looked back down and started giggling, your rush of adrenaline dissipating. All your limbs were hanging down, you were like a clumsy cat under his arm.

"Wow, so strong ! Good thing you were here !"

"You think that's funny ? You scared me !" Marcel growled harshly, and you looked back at him, noting a small droplet fall from his face as he pulled you both back up the wall, focused on his climbing with only one hand available. Your throat tightened, was that a tear ? You realised that, for a split of seconds, the young man had thought he was going to loose you.

"I'm sorry, Marcel..." you muttered, and felt him freeze for a short moment, stiff, before reaching the top of the wall. You twisted your head his way again, but only could see his jaw. Was he really that upset to avoid looking at you warmly like he always did ?

But your heart stopped when you saw Marcel's face above you both appear by the edge on the wall. He stretched his arm out toward you and pulled you up while the other man finished climbing back on top of the wall. Your friend hugged you tightly, scolding you for being careless, but your eyes were locked on the silhouette walking away hastily.

Porco.

At first you just thought he had saved you because regardless of his feelings, you were still both part of the same army, or because his brother cared about you and he didn't want him to be sad. But you had proven to be a good soldier, and you would have had time to use your own gear to stop your fall. And what about that tear you noticed ? He stiffened when you called him by his brother's name, but instead of correcting you, he avoided looking down at you, was it because he was upset that you confused him with Marcel? Your mind was rushing, and now you were thinking about all the times you came by him with his brother. Who had Porco been glaring at all along ?

He doesn't get it...

You felt incredibly sad as you looked at his silhouette walking away from you both. You were almost certain that he had jumped after you without thinking, only directed by the viceral fear of your possible death.

"I just want you to be safe..." you heard Marcel whisper, pulling you from your concerns. He finally released his hug, only for you to see his sad smile.

"Don't scare me again like that !"

"I won't, I'm sorry !" You laughed, and he chuckled softly. You felt him relax, realising that you were still in his arms. You didn't dislike it, after all the loneliness of an orphaned childhood, it felt incredibly warm. His gaze made you feel loved, and for a moment, you just stared back at him, smiling softly as you felt grateful to have him. Someone who cared about you so much that they're ready to give you extra time, for the fun of it or to ensure you will be safe even without them, but that would still get scared to loose you if something was to happen.

You finally grabbed his neck to pull yourself up as you tiptoed to reach his face, leaving a rough kiss on his cheek, before hugging him.

"Thanks for caring about me !" you whispered in his ear, before parting away. You giggled as you saw him frozen, his eyes wide in disbelief as his cheeks and ears slowly turned a deep shade of red.

"Who wouldn't?" he said in his breath.

You smiled again, before glancing toward Porco once more. He was looking sadly at the two of you now, but was caught off when he met your eyes. You smiled softly, before walking his way, a bit hesitant. You saw him clench his teeth as you arrived in front of him.

"I just wanted to say thanks..." you tried, worried about his reaction. He adverted your stare, but his face softened a little. He shrugged before replying in a low mumble.

"It's nothin'..."

You smiled wider, before returning to your friend. You were happy to see that after all this time Porco had finally let you approach him. The hard shell he had created to try to protect himself from the grieving of his comrades was thinner.

It had been a week since you tripped, and Marcel had grown a bit odd lately. A few times, you thought he was going to tell you something, before looking away, visibly unconfortable. You also noticed that Porco was staring more then usual at the two of you, not really glaring anymore, but more concerned.

Marcel came to you that evening, and asked you a moment in private to discuss something important. He seemed quite agitated, and it made you nervous, but you followed him. You noticed his brother a bit further, glancing at the two of you, intriged, before his eyes widened. You weren't sure, but he looked almost afraid.

The brune man led you outside, between two buildings, out of sight. He looked around quickly, making sure that you were both alone, before taking a deep breath.

"Y/n... I've thought about wether to tell you or not for quite some time now..."

"Tell me what ?" you asked. He didn't reply, as if he was trying to look for the right words, and you noticed a shadow had appeared on the ground at one of the building's corner. You were about to tell your friend that someone was eavesdropping when he finally spoke :

"I like you."

You looked at him, dumbfounded, only to meet his gray eyes locked on you, his cheeks a bright pink.

"I like you too !" You replied, suddenly puzzled.

"You know that's not how I mean it..." Marcel added in a low tone, his face filling with pain. "I like you much more then I should..."

Your voice was now gone, your heart beating faster, your thoughts spinning inside your head. You adored Marcel for sure, but you knew that wasn't what he was asking. This was about a much wilder feeling, the untamed romance that people talk about. That was how he felt, and to be honest, you realised that he had been quite obvious about it, but you never really thought about it. But now he was confessing his feelings to you, and you had to say something ! How did you even feel about him ? He was handsome, gentle, you both got along very nicely, could you fall in love with him ?

"You don't have to answer just now, but... I'd like to be your boyfriend. So... If you want to try... Just tell me..."

>A: You like Marcel a lot, enough to try this with him. You say yes, hoping that his brother will be fine with it. (14)

>B : Marcel is great, but you refuse. You don't want to hurt Porco, and you feel like this would. (15)

Author's note : Don't forget to tell me your choice in the comments ! You will be tagged in the appropriate chapter once I'll publish it. Don't forget that your choices can lead to a good or bad ending, if you have any triggers let me know ! You can also tell me if you see any spelling mistakes, English isn't my native tongue. I hope you enjoyed this chapter !

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wespersdaughter · 2 years

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Lol it’s okay lovely! Okay so can I request a 📚 the movie Mulan and the “would you like to stay for dinner?” “Would you like to stay forever?” exchange with benedict bridgerton? With reader’s family?

Of course! It's one of my favourite movies and Grandma is so funny!

You were not from a remarkably big family like the Bridgertons but you had more siblings than most in the ton.

As the oldest of five you were often tasked with looking after the younger ones when your parents were busy. Then when your parents passed and you moved in with your grandmother, the task grew monumentally harder.

Especially with your youngest brother George. George was a very mischievous boy even before you lost your parents but now at the tender age of 6, he was steadily getting out of control.

One fine day, the Bridgertons came for a visit to your estate, bar Francesca who had a cold.

Your three youngest siblings immediately ran off with Gregory and Hyacinth. Eloise immediately found the books and the other "adults", Violet, Daphne and Anthony stayed with your grandmother.

Your sister, Ophelia, gestured to Benedict and hinted that you could all walk together through the gardens. At 16 Ophelia apparently knew everything there was to know about romance.

Much to your grandmama's delight, you, Ophelia and Benedict left swiftly for a 'grand tour' of the gardens. Though it was just an excuse for you to be close to Benedict.

"Lovely weather isn't it?" The man smiled, gaze pointed to the grey clouds overhead.

"Yes most certainly Mr Bridgerton. A perfect day for a promenade." Your sister giggled, as she linked arms with him.

"Ah wonderful! Now off we go, my dear."

Despite the number of times you'd walked through your family's gardens, it still felt... magical. You made note to compliment the gardeners for their excellent work.

When you arrived back at the house, Ophelia walked off to give you extra time with Benedict. You walked past the children playing, doing a mental head count as you often did. You only counted four.

"Uh, Benny you can go ahead, I just need to check something." You released his arm, walking over to them.

Sure enough, there was Gregory, Hyacinth, James and Harold. But no George.

"James, James!" You called sharply.

He turned around with a slight attitude but you were not in the mood.

"Where's George?" Something clicked in James' brain and he began to frantically look around.

"I don't know! He was just here!"

"James you were supposed to look out for him!"

Benedict must have heard your arguing, "What's wrong?"

"We've lost George!" You cried frantically, whirling around, trying to find him.

Benedict went into crisis mode, sending the other kids inside to tell the others.

He put a hand on your shoulder to soothe you, "Is there a place your brother often likes to hide or play in on days like this?"

Your eyes lit up with realisation. "The tree house."

You grabbed Bennie's hand and pulled him to a spot near the little creek in your gardens.

"George! George where are you?"

"HELP!" You both heard the cry but only Benedict could see where it came from.

"Hang on George!" He took off his overcoat and stepped into the creek.

The current wasn't very fast but the creek was deceptively deep and the closer Benedict got to your brother, the quicker you realised what danger George was in.

Benedict was in waist high water. George reached your chest when he stood at his full height.

Wading slowly, Benny reached out to George who was clinging onto a root for dear life.

"George, you know how I used to carry you on my shoulders when we played Pall Mall."

The little boy gave a loud sob of panic and nodded.

"Well, we're going to do it again, would you like that?"

George cried loudly, "But your clothes will get wet."

Poor sweet boy.

Benedict laughed softly, "No fret, Georgie boy. I'll wash them myself if it means you're safe. Now trust me."

The man grabbed the root and dipped under the water. Your brother sat directly on his shoulders and when he came back up for breath, your heart started beating again.

The walk back was much easier and when Benedict put George down, he wrapped the little boy up in his overcoat.

You hugged George to your chest, "Please be careful around this creek, little one! I was so worried."

The boy dropped his head on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you tightly. "I'm so sorry."

He was certainly getting too big for this but you picked him up, holding him on your hip.

You looked to Benedict who was watching the scene with a fond half-smile, "I don't know how to thank you!"

"I could never just have left him."

You began to walk back to where your families were waiting, by the edge of the garden. You sniffed softly, wiping a tear away. You placed George down so he could run to his siblings.

"Perhaps you would like to stay for dinner?" You turned to Benedict.

"Perhaps you should stay forever!" Your grandmother laughed.

my 500 follower celebration

#benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #baby's 500 follower celebration

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deceitful-darlings · 3 years

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i love your soulmate and yandere.I really like the brothers and the obey me diavolo, you could write about their soul mates and if they all had the same

Soulmates, a concept that had existed for as long as even the oldest angels could remember. The idea that someone was meant for you was something that brought joy to the hearts of many humans, and yet there were always those that were different, the ones who though they were broken, who despite having a mark never met their special someone. They were often told that they were simply born out of step with the soulmate, too early or too late to meet them. If only they knew it was simply the worlds that separated them. How would they react if they knew their their true soulmate was an angel, demon, or reaper? Too low level to be allowed free access to the human realm, unable to meet them. Many demons had long since given up on the idea of their soulmates, many still waited patiently, watching the millennias pass as they held onto the idea that they may be close by, only a few more decades away. Many who did find their soulmates often hid them away, snatching them back to the Devildom if given the chance, unable to hold back their demonic instincts to possess with the being that was theirs. But while the soulmate bonds were often stable and similar, that didn’t mean that there weren’t oddities within soulmate marks that went unexplained.

“Huh? Why’s your mark exactly like mine Asmo?!”

“Beel’s and mine are the same, we just didn’t think to mention it.”

They realised back when they were angels that their marks all matched, it caused chaos at the time, none of them wanting to accept even back then that they may have to share, but over time they did begrudgingly come to accept that all 6 of them had the same soulmate, Satan when he was born bearing the same mark too. The brothers rarely discussed their feelings around it anymore, long since grown past the need for them, having fallen from grace and their lives changed so greatly. In a way it felt like it was a distant dream, just a hope, that they were still so far away. But then the exchange programme happened, allowing humans into the Devildom for the first time, and to Lucifer’s surprise Diavolo had already selected one of the two by the time the papers came to him, and when he asked why the answer suprised him.

“Because they’re my soulmate, of course I had to choose them!” He studied the image closely, trying to catch the mark in its entirety, only for Diavolo to laugh. “No need to be so reserve Lucifer, I’ll show you our mark!” And when he does, he feels his heart twist, the prince doesn’t miss the change in his demeanour, not allowing him to get away from the conversation, forcing him to share the truth about the situation among his brothers about their own marks, but to his surprise, he simply laughs about the situation.

“Is that the case? Then I guess we’ll all be one big family now! Should we start preparing a schedule for when they arrive, I imagine your brothers will be excited as well!”

Of course, things are never quite that easy when his brothers are involved. When they were told that Diavolo was also part of their ‘soulmate group’ they were furious, only quieting down when Lucifer threatened to hang them from the ceiling. No matter their schemings, how often a brother would be able to steal you away from each other, the reality is they can’t go against the orders of their prince, who simply sits back and enjoys the whole thing unfold when their soulmate arrives, of course they’re not going to let them leave again after his long they’ve been waiting for them! Who needs to human realm when their soulmates are all here for them!

#yandere #yandere male #yandere obey me #obey me!#obey me #sfw #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #levi #satan #asmodeus #asmo #beelzeebub #beel #belphie #belphagor #nicklove

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animeomegas · 3 years

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Omega!Bakugou headcanons

Anon: Pssssss imma need some more omega Bakugou like now no it make him jealous too because why not

AND

Anon: hi! could you do some omega!bakugou x male alpha!reader? nsfw and sfw pls <3

nesting too pls!! idk why but I love the idea of nesting sjdjsnd, pregnant bakugou fluff would be lovely too <3

AND

Anon: Hi I was wonder if you could do omega Bakugou sfw and nsfw please 🥺

(Hey, everyone!! Bakugou is very popular in my inbox! Okay, let’s write some omega!Bakugou headcanons <3 I have another request for pregnant!Bakugou, so I’ll add that part of the middle request to another post 😊 Also, I only write for a gender neutral reader. I hope you all enjoy~)

Warnings: N-sfw under a cut, suggestive behaviour multiple times not under the cut.

Nesting:

Bakugou is not an omega who is big on nesting. He does nest and he’s very proud of his nest, but he doesn’t feel the urge to nest super often.

He doesn’t keep a permanent, all year-round nest, he’s kind of a clean freak so having to constantly clean all the blankets in his nest would drive his nuts.

He does nest during his heat and late term pregnancy, and also after periods of extreme stress, but not often outside of these times.

But if he knows his alpha likes his nests, he might build them for his alpha when they’re stressed, although he’ll claim he just felt like making it and it shouldn’t go to waste.

It’s not a very convincing lie.

His nest is not in a very popular style, mainly because Bakugou overheats so easily.

It’s a simple double mattress on a very low frame, with a couple of pillows and sheet like blankets that he normally uses as a base rather than a covering.

He has a black and red colour scheme that he thinks is the coolest thing ever, and he definitely has an All Might pillow hidden somewhere at the back that he threatens his alpha to keep a secret, it’s very cute.

He likes his nest to be in an easily defendable position, whether that be inside a large cupboard or wardrobe, or a small room with one door and a small window.

Bakugou also keeps a mini fridge by his nest, as a lot of omegas do, to store water and food, but what he has that a lot of omegas don’t, is a mini freezer too.

He keeps ice packs and ice lollies in there to help when he’s in heat because his temperature tends to get way too high.

Bakugou doesn’t like being vulnerable, so his nest is a sensitive topic for him.

It takes him quite a while to let his alpha into his nest, but he’s quicker to let them chill outside of it, holding his hand and keeping him company. He would probably let them outside his nest after courting for a year and knowing them for at least two years. When he lets them inside depends on a lot of factors, including how well they deal with him from the outside of his nest. It could be anywhere from three months to another year.

Pups:

Bakugou has always wanted some pups, but in a removed and distant kind of way. After all, becoming the No. 1 hero was far more important than any of that ‘family’ nonsense.

He only really considers pups when he’s in a very committed relationship and at a comfortable place in his career. He’s not prepared to take time off at a vulnerable career moment, after all.

Bakugou wants two children, because, while he would never admit it, he always wished he had a sibling when he was a kid, so he wants to give that to his children.

But he’s very conflicted about it.

Firstly, two pregnancy leaves would be a huge blow to his career. Prime hero years and prime ‘having children years’ are the same years, so in a way, he has to decide how to balance these two priorities. He isn’t sure he wants to risk his career with that much leave so close together (heroes can’t be in the field while pregnant at all, so it would be a huge sacrifice.)

Secondly, he’s nervous about how useless he would likely feel while pregnant. He’s a workaholic and being confined to his house and losing control over his quirk would drive him nuts.

So, he doesn’t really know what to do. He doesn’t share any of his concerns with his alpha, but he does take their wishes into account too. If his alpha really wants two children, Bakugou does keep that in mind. But he’s not a push over. If he decides that two maternity leaves are too many, then it’s too many. It’s his body and he won’t let anyone tell him otherwise.

So, with all this in mind, Bakugou is fucking thrilled when he finds out he’s having twins.

Two pups for the price of one pregnancy leave?? Sign him the hell up!

Bakugou has twin boys, both alphas, and Bakugou just cannot believe his luck that all his problems just fixed themselves.

“But I don’t want to go!” came a defiant voice from the back seat of the car. Both you and Bakugou sighed, not keen on restarting the disagreement that had plagued the household for the entire morning. It had taken twice as long as normal this morning to get the twins dressed and in the car because of this very argument.

You could see Bakugou about to open his mouth to tell him that they had to, but you held up a hand to stop him.

“Why don’t you want to go, sweetheart?” you cooed at your oldest son.

“I don’t want you and daddy to leave…” whimpered your youngest son, answering in his brother’s stead.

Bakugou winced and reached a hand into the back and squeezed each of his son’s hands in turn.

“I know.” He said simply. You could feel his guilt, even though you both knew it was the best for all of you that the twins get used to nursery so that both you and Bakugou could go back to focusing on your careers. They would be fine, you tried to convince yourself. Millions of kids do this every year and it works out fine.

The nursery came into view, and you refocused your attention onto finding a parking space in the little car park on the side of the building. You could hear your sons shifting anxiously in the back and it pulled at your heart strings. You pulled into an empty space and turned off the engine. You and Bakugou shared a single look before moving to get your children out of the car with practiced ease.

“No,” your eldest son shouted. “I’m not going to go. I’m staying here!”

You had tried to take him out of the car seat, but he had refused to cooperate. You didn’t want to pull him out in case you hurt him. Bakugou came to stand behind you, your youngest son clutching his neck desperately.

“Let me talk to him,” he spoke softly, handing the younger twin over into your arms.

“Hey,” Bakugou said softly, leaning down to peer inside the car where his eldest son stubbornly sat with his arms crossed. “It’s okay to be scared to go to nursery, you know.”

Your oldest son visibly flinched and avoided looking at Bakugou in the eyes.

“I’m not scared, daddy. I just don’t want to.”

“Uh huh,” Bakugou said, eyebrow raised.

“I’m not!” Your son exploded. When he realised that he’d just shouted at his father, the colour drained from his face and his bottom lip started to quiver. Bakugou wordlessly held out his arms and his eldest son accepted the embrace just in time to burst into heavy tears on Bakugou’s shoulder.

“It’s alright,” Bakugou hushed. “I’m not angry at you.”

In your arms, your youngest son was watching his brother cry and letting out little whimpers into your neck. You rubbed his back soothingly and whispered that everything was going to okay.

Out of the corner of your eye, you realised another parent was staring judgementally at your family. Bakugou clearly also noticed because he bared his teeth as a warning and the parent quickly moved on. You scoffed at the idiot who thought it was a good idea to antagonise an omega who was looking after a distraught pup, let alone when said omega was a top ten hero.

“W-What if they don’t l-like me?” your eldest whimpered out.

“Here,” Bakugou wiped some of the tears away with his thumb. “How about this, you tell me if anyone is mean to you and I’ll sort it out, how does that sound?”

“But…” your son hesitated. “But what will you do?”

Bakugou grinned.

“I’ll make their parents regret doing such a shitty job at parenting.”

You gasped, halfway between scandalised and amused.

“Katsuki!” you reprimanded and smacked his lightly on the shoulder.

It did seem to cheer up your sons, though, who were now giggling at your antics.

“Daddy said a bad word,” your youngest twin giggled to you.

“He did,” you pressed your lips together. “And it was very naughty of him.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and instead placed the pup in his arms on the floor, taking him by the hand. You did the same and slowly, you both made your way toward the school gate. The mood dropped, but neither of your children tried to resist.

You could see a teacher standing at the gate to escort the new students and you made your way over.

“Remember,” Bakugou said before you reached the gate, stopping you all for a moment. “We’ll be back in this many hours,” he held up three fingers. “Can you guys tell me how many this is?”

“One… two… three…” they both said together.

“That’s right! See? You guys are going to be the smartest ones in there,” Bakugou boasted, ruffling their hair.

“Careful,” you teased. “They’ll turn into you.”

“Are you saying I’m always the smartest person in the room?” Bakugou grinned back.

“No, I’m saying you always think you’re the smartest person in the room.”

“Oi!” he growled, knocking his shoulder with yours. The pups giggled again, seeming to be in higher spirits. You escorted them to the gate at the front of the playground and let the teacher introduce herself.

And with one final goodbye, your pups were off into the nursery and out of sight.

You and Bakugou walked to the car in silence, digesting what had happened and processing that your little ones were now old enough for nursery. You both slipped back into the car and began the drive home.

It was weird to think that your children were neither with you, nor at home waiting for you, but that kind of existential deep dive could wait until later.

Bakugou’s hand settled just a little bit too high on your thigh. For the moment, it was time to appreciate the novelty of an empty house.

Jealously:

I don’t think anyone would be very surprised to find out that Bakugou can get quite jealous on occasion.

In the early days of your relationship, he’s very nervous that his alpha is going to find a ‘better’ omega, an omega who is more traditional, and leave him for them. It takes a lot of bravery for him to leave himself vulnerable to being abandoned, and occasionally the insecurities seep through.

He hates the whiny, simpering omegas that plaster themselves onto the nearest alpha, and it makes him furious to see anyone doing that to you.

He has no subtlety, no brooding angst, he just threatens the other omega(s) away to their face, and then drags you somewhere private to cover you in his scent.

Later in the relationship, things change. He’s extremely confident that his alpha is his. Why would they ever leave him? He’s the best fucking omega ever!

Instead, he gets jealous if he isn’t getting enough attention because you’re spending too much time with someone else.

He doesn’t do this in a possessive way, it’s just that he doesn’t get a whole lot of free time and when his alpha spends that free time with someone else? Another omega? He’s pissed.

He gets surly and passive aggressive about it, and it’s extremely obvious.

The best way to fix it is to just give him lots of attention, he won’t behave like this is you have to leave for something important (he understands duty like the best of them), so it’s very easy to address.

Bakugou idly stirred a pot of miso soup as the radio in the kitchen blasted out whatever awful top 40 song it had picked this morning. He had only put it on to fill the silence really, which was the only thing this awful excuse for music was good for in his opinion.

He was making breakfast for the two of you as a kind of mini celebration. He had two days off in a row, the first time in a couple of months because of his crazy work schedule and he wanted to make sure he spent every moment that he could with his alpha. And so, here he was, getting up early to prepare breakfast for your both.

There was a lull in noise as the radio switched between songs, and in the few moments of silence, Bakugou could hear shuffling coming from the bathroom. He grinned. Perfect timing.

He put down the last plate and waited for you to come out, you should be here any second now.

Fiddling with your shirt one last time you swung open your bedroom door, bag on your shoulder, finally ready to leave. You were interrupted momentarily by a delicious scent in the air. Bakugou must be cooking, so you followed the smell to the kitchen and walked in to say goodbye to him, vaguely sad that you were going to be missing his food, but he was probably only making himself something to bring to work, anyway.

And then you saw the elaborate breakfast spread your heart stopped. Had you forgotten an anniversary? Bakugou looked just as shocked to see you dressed up and ready to leave. However, his shock soon melts into frustration.

“Why are you all dressed up?” he growled, the excitement that had been on his face when you walked in now gone. “You said you weren’t working today.”

“I’m not,” you said quietly, confused as to why he was so upset. “Izuku messaged me while I was getting dressed and invited me for brunch, I was just going to meet him.”

Bakugou’s face screwed up at your words. He went to open his mouth but then stopped. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was doing the breathing exercises that his therapist taught him for when he was angry. What had you done to make him this upset?

The relaxing exercises clearly weren’t working for him because he stood up from the table and stalked out of the room suddenly, shutting himself in your bedroom. You winced as the door slammed shut behind him.

Oh dear… you had made your mate so upset that he had shut himself away in your bedroom. Your stomach twisted itself into a knot. It was time for some damage control (and a quick check of the calendar to makes sure you hadn’t actually forgotten an anniversary or something.)

You shot a quick text to Midoriya, apologising for cancelling and letting him know that something had come up. He sent back a ‘don’t worry!’ message and about six smiling emojis. Well, at least he wasn’t also mad at you.

Fishing out a tray from the cupboard above the sink, you stacked it up with as much food from the table as you could, thankful that it appeared to still be warm, and carried it to your bedroom door.

“Katsuki?” you called out, knocking on the door with your foot. “I’m coming in, is that okay?”

There was silence. Well, silence was better than swearing, so you carefully slid open the door and moved towards the brooding lump on the bed.

“The fuck do you want?” he growled. “I thought you were going out to eat with Deku?”

You froze at his vicious tone. Was he jealous? Well, that was a lot easier to solve than forgetting an anniversary, at least. With a smile, you slid the tray onto the bedside table and climbed on the bed behind you mate, letting out a reassuring scent. You wrapped your arms around him, ignoring how he tensed in your embrace, and whispered into his ear.

“Why would I spend time with Midoriya when I could be spending time with you, hmm?” you whispered, purposefully blowing hot air onto his neck. You revelled in his full body shiver. “The only reason I accepted plans with Midoriya was because I thought you were going to work.” You pressed as close to him as you could and placed a single kiss right behind his ear. Bakugou melted at the affection.

“Come on now,” you continued, a coy smile on your face. “Let’s not let this delicious breakfast go to waste.”

You reached over and scooped a little bit of rice onto your fingers before holding it up to his lips. Bakugou opened his mouth with only a small grumble in complaint, and you made sure to push your fingers a little deeper inside than perhaps absolutely necessary.

“I promise I’ll make this morning’s misunderstanding up to you.”

Miscellaneous:

Bakugou’s scent is fairly sweet but still quite smoky.

When he’s upset/stressed, his scent is like burnt sugar, and when he’s very happy/excited, he smells like almost like a marshmallow roasting on a bonfire.

It’s a very pleasant scent but it does tend to divide people. Some love it, and others hate it. Bakugou doesn’t care what anyone else thinks about his scent (except his alpha, but shh, that’s a secret!)

In his family, his father is an omega and his mother is an alpha and while they are happy together, Bakugou always promised himself that he would never end up in a relationship like that. He didn’t want some alpha bossing him around like his mother bossed around his father.

Bakugou finds meek alphas (and people) annoying, but he doesn’t like super aggressive alphas either. He’s attracted to people who exist in the middle of those extremes.

Bakugou knew he was an omega from birth, and it was something he was very insecure about for a long time. It was a big part of why he turned out the way he did as a child, he was making up for something that he viewed as a weakness by being as aggressive as possible.

His mother wasn’t great at making him feel secure in his secondary gender, assuming he would like certain things and pushing him in certain directions simply because he was an omega.

His father said that he was there if Bakugou had any questions, but he let Bakugou reach out to him instead of reaching out to Bakugou, and Bakugou was too proud to make the first move.

Bakugou ends up deciding that being an omega wasn’t going to stop him becoming the No. 1 hero. He decided that he could overcome being an omega.

It wasn’t until he was an adult that he actually started to accept being an omega was a part of him that he didn’t need to overcome, but that he could instead embrace and that it didn’t make him weak to do so.

When he does become a mainstream hero, he makes sure to always tell the omega children that he meets that they can do whatever they want and still be an omega.

N-sfw under the cut

Bakugou is a switch, mostly.

Oftentimes he switches multiple times in the same session, so his alpha needs to be quite the brat tamer to keep him from getting frustrated and trying to get on top so that he can control the pace.

He has a very high sex drive, and he likes to have a partner who can match him because he way prefers sex to masturbating.

It would be hard to find someone whose chest and nipples are as sensitive as Bakugou’s, and when he’s in heat, he can definitely orgasm just from his chest being stimulated.

Bakugou is also definitely a squirter, something which he was very shocked and embarrassed to find out.

Bakugou generally prefers slightly rougher sex. He gets bored when the pace is too slow and definitely scratches and bites (and is happy to receive the same in return).

When he’s in heat, Bakugou is a bit different.

He’s not a pillow prince by any means, but he is definitely a lot more passive than he is normally.

He’s not super loud, but he definitely swears a lot, even between waves of heat when he gets grumpy that he’s too hot and sticky. That swearing is a lot less sexy though.

Bakugou’s sexual side doesn’t really come out outside of his own home. He doesn’t like flaunting anything in public and can even get uncomfortable talking about sex with his friends, especially when they tease him with personal questions. He’s definitely a private person when it comes to sex.

Although that is not to say he isn’t confident in the expression of his own sexuality, much to opposite is true. He is definitely the kind of person to order some new toy or outfit on the internet every month to surprise his alpha.

He’s sexy and he knows it, so why not?

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Oh, what’s in a name?

summary: Geralt accidentally calls Jaskier by the wrong name and Jaskier finds out that maybe that's a compliment

pairing: Geralt/Jaskier

word count: 3k

AO3

warnings: none

„Can you hand me the whetstone, Roach?”

Jaskier, already mid-motion to turn and ready to do what Geralt had asked him to, froze. Slowly, and with the biggest grin he could fit on his lips, he turned back to face Geralt again.

“What did you just say?” He could barely contain the laughter in his voice. Raising an eyebrow, he exchanged a look with Roach – well, he tried to exchange a look with Roach, but as usual, she didn’t cooperate – and let out a tiny snort.

Geralt’s brows furrowed in confusion and he gave a small grunt, before saying, “The whetstone.”

Jaskier blinked, his mouth already half-open to tease Geralt about growing old enough to forget the name of his dearest travel companion, but then he stopped himself. He squinted at Geralt, trying to find any hint on his face that he had even realised that he had called Jaskier by the wrong name, but he found none.

For a moment, he contemplated being offended by being mistaken with a horse, but then Roach trotted over to Geralt and nibbled at his hair, making the witcher look up with the softest smile as he petted her neck.

The sight of Geralt so relaxed and free with his smile, made something warm and fuzzy grow in Jaskier’s chest.

He decided not to say anything. At least for now.

Jaskier’s plans to tease Geralt about the name-thing later failed spectacularly. Not because Jaskier didn’t dare tease Geralt, of course, but because all of his attempts to subtly tease him didn’t work, and Jaskier was too proud of his finesse with words to take a more direct approach to his teasing.

He tried singing songs in which he exchanged Geralt’s name or moniker with something else, which only earned him an amused hum.

“Is calling me the White Wolf not enough anymore?” Geralt asked when Jaskier had finished his little ditty. “I thought you needed one moniker for me for memorability.”

Jaskier huffed and nearly opened his mouth to tell Geralt plainly why he had gone with the wrong moniker, but then he blinked.

“You listened to me while I told you about that?”

Geralt shrugged and turned to tend to Roach. Jaskier was nearly fully convinced that he only did it to have an excuse to avoid eye-contact.

“It’s nice talking to someone who talks back.”

Jaskier snorted. “My friend, I’d say out of the two of us, I’m the one who’s doing most of the talking.”

Geralt didn’t reply, proving Jaskier’s point.

Oh, but Jaskier had been wrong. He didn’t realise just how wrong he had been about Geralt’s penchant for taciturnity, until they had to spend more than a couple of days in town.

Had Jaskier thought Geralt didn’t like talking all that much before, he was now fully taken aback by just how little Geralt actually said. Jaskier would have thought that a town with many people – most of which were even somewhat friendly towards Geralt – would get Geralt to relax, but it only served to make him clam up and become more quiet.

That is, he was quiet, save for when he talked to Jaskier.

In comparison to how he treated everyone else, he was downright chatty with him.

After that discovery, Jaskier made a point of talking more about things that Geralt seemed to like talking about. He let him explain the importance of cleaning his swords so often, lest they rust from his touch. He let him talk for hours on end about how to take care of horses. Once Jaskier got him to open up about his family, Geralt almost didn’t stop talking about his brothers, recounting how he and Eskel had once caught a giant bumblebee or reminiscing about how Lambert had tried to set fire to the instructors’ beds when he had been a trainee.

Watching Geralt talk like that was an experience. Every word that he entrusted with Jaskier made his heart flutter and every small smile Geralt gave him as he talked, took his breath away.

“I think you’d really like them, Roach,” Geralt said to conclude his story about his brothers.

Jaskier’s lips twitched upwards, but just like the first time it had happened, Geralt didn’t seem to realise what he had just said.

Jaskier’s grin turned into a soft smile and he leaned a little against Geralt, letting their shoulders touch gently.

“If they are anything like you, I’m sure I’ll like them.”

A couple of weeks later, Jaskier had to admit to himself that he had been wrong once again. He really needed to be careful not to make being wrong into a habit. He had always prided himself in being intelligent – after all, he was a master of the seven liberal arts and years ago, he had made the most intelligent decision of befriending one Geralt of Rivia – and being wrong about things just wasn’t something he liked doing.

But when it came to Geralt, there were always new things to learn, new facets of him to discover. And that wasn’t something Jaskier minded. In fact, every time he learned something new about Geralt – every time Geralt trusted him with new information about himself – Jaskier’s chest felt like it was expanding with that happy little flutter inside.

It was enlightening to learn that Geralt rarely ever cooked with spices, not because they were too expensive, but because his senses were sharp enough to not need much of them.

It was interesting to find out that Geralt liked making up the witcher-code on the spot, whenever someone asked him to do something that he didn’t want to do.

It was endearing finding out that Geralt had named all of his horses Roach.

But it was utterly shocking, when after weeks of having gone their separate ways, Jaskier finally tracked down Geralt to find him talking to Roach.

He froze to his spot and listened enraptured as Geralt spoke to his horse as others did to their friends. As Geralt did to Jaskier.

No. No, that wasn’t it at all. Geralt wasn’t speaking to Roach as he did to Jaskier.

He spoke to Jaskier as he did to Roach.

Jaskier’s eyes went wide at the realisation. How long had Geralt been alone before Jaskier had attached himself to his side, with only Roach as company?

Jaskier thought back to all the times Geralt had looked insecure when speaking with Jaskier when they had first started travelling together, as if he didn’t know how to talk to people. As if he didn’t have much experience doing so outside of negotiating contracts or the winters that he spent with his family.

Thinking of it, Jaskier realised that he probably was the only friend besides Roach that Geralt had.

Jaskier swallowed against the lump forming in his throat and continued walking to Geralt, announcing his presence with a cheerful, “My friend! I missed you!”

Geralt whirled around to him, an unreadable expression on his face, and Jaskier’s chest twisted uncomfortably, unsure if he had maybe been a bit too enthusiastic, but then Geralt’s eyes softened and he gave Jaskier the smallest but most beautiful of smiles.

That evening, as they sat beside the crackling fire and Jaskier plucked a soft melody on his lute as background noise, Geralt talked to him again, telling him with only minimal prompting about the contracts he had completed while Jaskier had been away playing at court.

When the fire died down and Jaskier got too tired to stay awake any longer, Geralt softly nudged him towards his bedroll.

“We can continue this talk tomorrow,” Geralt said, a little hesitantly, as if he still wasn’t entirely sure if his voice was welcome.

“I’d love to.” Jaskier pulled his blanket up to his chin and smiled when Geralt’s shoulders lost the little tension that had taken hold of them with his last words. “Goodnight, Geralt.”

“Goodnight, Roach.”

Jaskier pulled the blanket a little higher to hide his smile. The last thing he thought, before sleep embraced him, was that it really wasn’t that bad being called by Roach’s name.

Now, Jaskier and Roach had never gotten along too well. He had tried to braid her mane despite Geralt warning him that she didn’t like people touching her and she had tried to bite his fingers off.

Sometimes, when Jaskier got peckish, he stole the apple slices Geralt would buy for Roach. Other times, Roach would swat at Jaskier with her tail as if he was an irritating fly, while he was in the middle of composing a song.

Safe to say, they barely did much more than tolerate each other’s presence for Geralt’s sake.

Now though, with Jaskier’s newfound knowledge about how important the mare was to Geralt, Jaskier saw her in a different light.

Oh, sure, she was still cantankerous and stubborn, but she was also Geralt’s oldest companion and friend on the Path.

So Jaskier made a point of always putting some coin aside to buy her treats whenever they got into town and composing odes to her beauty. He wasn’t sure if Roach appreciated the latter, but there was no doubt she liked the treats he got her.

It didn’t take long, until she allowed him to pet her soft muzzle and shortly after, she started following Jaskier around or approaching him happily when he came back after having split from Geralt for a while.

At first, Geralt watched this new display of affection between them warily, but all too soon, Jaskier caught him smiling when Roach nibbled at Jaskier’s hair or Jaskier went out of his way to brush her down.

One time, while Geralt had thought Jaskier was too deep in thought composing to hear him, he had whispered to Roach how happy he was that the two of them got along.

“Remember when I said you would like my brothers?” Geralt said one morning, completely out of the blue, while watching Jaskier try to catch the falling red leaves from the air.

Distracted, Jaskier missed the leaf just by a hair’s breadth. It landed on his head instead. Seemingly without thinking, Geralt brushed it off Jaskier’s head, lingering just a little too long to be a casual touch.

“Y-yeah,” Jaskier said, his heart jumping to his throat. “Of course I remember you talking about Eskel and Lambert.”

Something lit up in Geralt’s eyes. “You remember their names?”

“Naturally,” Jaskier said softly. “They are important to you.”

Geralt remained quiet for a little while, just staring at Jaskier with an unreadable expression. “They are,” he said finally. Geralt’s throat bobbed when he swallowed. “I was wondering…if maybe you would like to meet them?”

Jaskier’s brows shot up. “Are they near?”

Geralt shook his head and turned away, clearly pretending to check over Roach’s saddle.

“You could meet them if you came with me to Kaer Morhen.”

For once, Jaskier was at a loss of words. He must have stayed silent for so long that Geralt began worrying, for he turned back to him with a frown.

Before he could take his words back, Jaskier surged forward and slung his arms around him.

“I would love to come with you.”

On their way up the mountain, Jaskier needled Geralt with questions about the keep, but Geralt refused to give as much as a hint of what Jaskier had to expect from a winter with the wolves.

Jaskier considered pouting, but the twinkle in Geralt’s eyes made it impossible to even pretend to be mad at him. Not when it was clear that Geralt was going back to his taciturn ways to have the keep be a surprise for Jaskier.

And a surprise it was.

When the walls of Kaer Morhen came into view, towering over them, Jaskier lost all ability to speak. His eyes raked over the massive doors, the towers that stretched high into the sky and every part of the courtyard that he just itched to explore.

A soft noise beside him made him turn towards Geralt again. His breath caught in his throat when he met Geralt’s gaze, soft and holding more fondness than Geralt had ever allowed himself to show Jaskier while they were out there on the continent.

Geralt hadn’t lied when he had said that Jaskier would get along with his family. It didn’t take more than one night of drinking together, for Jaskier to decide that the other wolf witchers were his friends now too.

Eskel showed him his poetry collection and his eyes lit up when Jaskier promised to discuss every poem in it with Eskel.

Vesemir was happy to have someone who listened to him with enthusiasm when he talked about monsters and fighting techniques for once.

Lambert was a little harder to get to warm up to Jaskier, but after Jaskier had beaten Geralt in a round of gwent – granted, he had cheated shamelessly, but a victory was a victory – Lambert had barked out a laugh and ruffled Jaskier’s hair, proclaiming that he should come to Kaer Morhen more often.

It was mid-winter when the inevitable happened again. Jaskier had started to look forward to it, but he hadn’t realised just what it would mean if Geralt slipped up again while at Kaer Morhen.

Lambert, Geralt and Jaskier were just shovelling snow near the stables, when it happened. Well, maybe calling it ‘shovelling snow’ was a bit generous. That certainly was what they were supposed to do, but after Lambert had thrown the snow to the side with enough enthusiasm to –maybe? – accidentally hit Jaskier with it instead, it had turned into a full blown snow fight, in which Jaskier constantly shifted sides from ganging up on Lambert with Geralt and throwing his arms around Geralt in a hug to keep him in place while Lambert put snow down Geralt’s shirt.

“Stop it,” Geralt laughed and wriggled in his grip, enough to be playful, but coming nowhere close to using even half of his full strength. “Let go, or I’ll throw you into a pile of snow, Roach!”

“I’d like to see you try.” Jaskier smirked and tightened his hold. “Lambert, now!”

But Lambert was frozen mid-motion of grabbing more snow. He stared at Geralt with the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

“Roach?” He asked with a snort. “Did you just call him Roach?”

In Jaskier’s arms, Geralt stiffened. “I-“

He broke off, throwing a quick glance at Jaskier over his shoulder, before looking away again. Yet, it had been enough for Jaskier to see the look that he had come to understand as blind panic on Geralt’s face.

Before Jaskier could ask him what was wrong, Geralt shrugged him off, easily freeing himself from the hold he had so happily endured before.

“Geralt-“

But Geralt didn’t even falter in his steps. He all but fled into the stables.

Jaskier exchanged a quick look with Lambert who shrugged as if he didn’t care, but followed Geralt’s flight with his eyes and a hint of worry in his expression.

Jaskier didn’t hesitate any longer and ran after Geralt.

Geralt must have heard him enter the stables and hid, for when Jaskier’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, Geralt was nowhere to be found.

Jaskier’s steps slowed and he rubbed his fingers together nervously.

“Geralt?” He asked uncertainly. The only reply he got was the huffing from the horses.

Jaskier’s heart sank, but he set his brow in determination. In two strides, he walked over to the box with Roach, who blew a breath of hot air into his face in greeting.

“Hello there, Roach,” Jaskier began, loud enough that there was no mistaking that he fully intended Geralt to hear him, even though he knew it was unnecessary to raise his voice since Geralt would have been able to hear him even if he had whispered. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while, my dear lady. Did you know that Geralt sometimes calls me by your name?”

Roach huffed and Jaskier began stroking the white stripe on her face.

“Yes, I know,” he continued, “But I swear he doesn’t mean it as an insult to you. I for one am actually rather flattered. I’ve been called by the wrong name before, and usually it’s something that makes me feel like the other person doesn’t think I’m worth having my name remembered. Or as if they don’t respect me enough to learn it. But it’s different with Geralt.” His voice softened. “If he calls me by the name of someone who means so much to him, then that is the highest honour I can imagine. You have no idea how happy it makes me that he trusts and likes me enough to talk to me like he does to his other most faithful friend. And can I tell you a secret, dear Roach?” He got up on his tiptoes to get closer to her ear as he stage-whispered, “Geralt is really important to me too. And I really want him to know that I mean it when I say that he’s my best friend, whether he calls me by your name or mine.”

Behind him, straw rustled and the tapping of steps announced that Geralt was coming closer. Not only that, but the fact that Jaskier could hear Geralt approach, meant that Geralt put effort into not startling him. Jaskier hid his smile in Roach’s neck. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched Geralt approach slowly, as if he was unsure about every step he took.

Finally, he reached them, standing on Roach’s other side. Jaskier heard him take in a deep breath and he already readied himself to listen to Geralt talk to Roach as he had just done, but then Geralt rounded Roach and came to stand before Jaskier instead.

In his eyes, fear and fondness fought a battle, that fondness won when Jaskier reached out a hand to softly brush it against Geralt’s. With a sigh that expanded Geralt’s entire chest, Geralt intertwined their fingers.

“I-thank you,” Geralt said, looking down at their joined hands. “For understanding. For not being angry at me. I – you are important to me too. More important than anyone outside of Kaer Morhen ever was.” He lifted his head again, giving Jaskier an intense look that sent shivers up his spine. With more meaning, affection and trust than anyone had ever spoken Jaskier’s name with, Geralt said, “You are the most important person to me, Jaskier.”

Jaskier’s eyes stung and he let out a small choked noise. Without thinking, he tugged Geralt closer and flung his free arm around his shoulders, holding him as tightly as he could and burying his head in Geralt’s chest. Geralt’s hand that wasn’t holding Jaskier’s still, came up to cradle the back of his head and Geralt’s cheek pressed against the top of his head.

“Geralt.” Jaskier’s voice got muffled but the low rumble in Geralt’s chest as he hummed in acknowledgement told Jaskier that he could still understand him. “You’re my most important person too. My Geralt.”

“My Jaskier.”

Over the years, Geralt slipped up less and less. Jaskier would have been almost disappointed, if he didn’t like the way Geralt called him “my Jaskier”, or “my Buttercup” so much.

Well. Jaskier had been wrong before when it came to Geralt and as it turned out, he continued to have this terrible habit, try as he might to get rid of it. Because, when Jaskier had assumed that Geralt didn’t slip up on his and Roach’s names anymore, he had been dead wrong.

The thing was, after years of having Jaskier at his side, of being close to him and loving him with his entire being, Geralt had gotten so used to talking to Jaskier, that one day, while Jaskier was plucking away idly at his lute and Geralt was brushing down Roach, he heard the most curious thing, that made him smile wider than he had ever smiled before.

“There you go,” Geralt said as he brushed down Roach’s flank and she kept turning her head, trying to get to the treats in Geralt’s pockets. “You’ll get the treats if you’re a good horse and stay still for once, Jaskier.”

#geraskier #geralt/jaskier #geralt #jaskier #roach #fic #fanfic #witcher #witcher fic #the witcher #my writing #i posted this a while ago on ao3 and completely forgot if I had posted it here as well #fluff

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Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.

I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed

Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary

People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so 😬

Brothers+ undateables reaction

Mammon snaps:

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This is something I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isn’t by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, it’s very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.

Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didn’t know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldn’t include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point I’m just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!

•Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and that’s about it.

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For the past few months, Lord Diavolo’s pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Lucifer’s orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Levi’s was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.

“I expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,” Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look “I’m especially talking to you Mammon. Don’t try to steal anything or I’ll cut your hands off.”

“I told ya big bro, ya don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be a golden child today! Promise!” Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that might’ve followed.

“Look, there’s our table! Let’s go sit down. Lord Diavolo’s speech is going to start any minute now.”

Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he can’t help but snatch it away. And there’s obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.

“MC, look at this!” He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet ‘shit’ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.

“I understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and I’ll throw you in Cerberus’ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.”

“Lucifer, it’s not a big deal-“

“Yeah, OK,” Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didn’t quiet reach his eyes “I gotcha. Can-“

“Speaking of Cerberus,” Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him “Didn’t you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now they’re out of stock, you scummy piece of-“

The third eldest would’ve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadn’t pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasn’t going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothers’ antics from three tables down.

“I guess that’s Mammon for you,” Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table “He lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since it’s coming from me.”

“I apologised for that!” Mammon whined, referring to Levi’s accusation and choosing not to address Belphie’s insult “I was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldn’t!”

“Perhaps that wouldn’t happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,” Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier “Not like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.”

You watch as Mammon clenched his fist “Can we please just move on-“

“I can’t believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,” Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon “You’re always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we can’t go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-“

“I’m hungry-“

“Not now, Beel!”

“Cutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,” Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.

Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldn’t miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Lucifer’s case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. That’s the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.

He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. It’s important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he can’t even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isn’t an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothers’ earshot.

“Why does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? He’d probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldn’t he? It’s so fucking unfair. He won’t change no matter what so why risk MC’s safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.”

It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon would’ve laughed at their faces if it weren’t for the circumstances leading up to that point.

“What gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?” Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings “Do not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. You’ve been having a field day with me for centuries now and I’m starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and y’all are acting as if I’m out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...” He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.

“Don’t you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. You’re the ones that have put MC in danger’s way time and time again in the past few weeks, and you’re out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-you’re lucky I don’t have your fucking heads.”

He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering “MC forgave you. I didn’t. And I have no reason to. Not with how you’ve been treating me.”Once he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.

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Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this

You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug “Don’t look at me. You guys fucked up.” Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.

Lucifer:

-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them

-Maybe because he believed they weren’t being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammon’s eyes they were

-‘Harsh’ in Lucifer’s vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults

-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions

-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe he’s the root of the problem

-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected

-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all

-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature

-He would blame himself for Mammon’s outburst simply because he’s the older brother and he should’ve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this

-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then he’s there to fix it within hours, that’s how it always worked

-Except he doesn’t know how to fix this exactly

-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally

-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavolo’s Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time

-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night

-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)

-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room

-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but there’s no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet

-He’s sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammon’s voice the night before, it’s not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.

Levi:

-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth

-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Lucifer’s credit card to buy merch before being found out

-Must’ve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there

-Or maybe he didn’t think his insults were going to affect him much

-They usually don’t

-Or at least that’s the impression he’s been under for a while now

-Mammon doesn’t snap easily under pressure but Levi must’ve really hit a nerve there that night

-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it

-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home

-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame

-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of ‘how do I stop my brother from killing me?’

-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly don’t see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon

-Not even because he doesn’t want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding

-So without your help, it’s likely the two won’t be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable

-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know it’s him)

-That is a big sacrifice on Levi’s part considering how precious his merchandise is to him

-But the idea that he’s gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real

-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling

-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesn’t want to see his brothers

-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice

Satan:

-He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldn’t spot the anger within someone from a mile away

-He’s always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan it’s second nature to just know when someone’s on the brink of snapping

-It’s no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammon’s wrath spilling out before anyone else did

-But alas, he realised it too late

-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he would’ve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not

-It’s difficult to tell if he could’ve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-

-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room

-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Lucifer’s face

-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something

-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasn’t sure he could do much consoling

-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he won’t be able to escape out of too easily

-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home

-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers

-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first

-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesn’t want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again

-He might get pissy with him if he’s being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts

-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they won’t be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????

-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on

-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!

Asmo:

-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing

-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes it’s another one of those ‘Mammon’ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him

-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? He’s always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all

-Asmo’s observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothers’ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second

-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else

-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer it’s ignored

-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself

-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammon’s keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy

-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesn’t feel right to do so

-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck

-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner

-So now those two aren’t talking (it’s honestly so exhausting since they’re shoving the blame onto each other without stop)

-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise

-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isn’t healthy

-Takes Mammon’s outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasn’t said a word to any of them

-And that’s driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point

-Of course, much like Mammon’s mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting

-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and it’s really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo

Beel:

-Literally the only one here that doesn’t dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day

-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, it’s usually in good nature rather than malice

-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if that’s the case

-Beel wasn’t listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about

-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary

-That’s the first thing that put him on alert

-And then the second born’s aura was also...off putting

-Might’ve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got

-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out

-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him

-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times

-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad

-Perhaps because he didn’t step in as much as he should’ve...?

-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels it’s the only logical answer

-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where it’s affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony

-Beel knows Mammon doesn’t want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesn’t want to come out and have dinner with them

-Or he relies on you to give it to him

-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesn’t even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable

-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isn’t in the mood to hear apologies

-Again, he’s trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)

-Even if he gets ignored, he’s still going to do it

-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesn’t give in

Belphie:

-Could’ve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about

-Or at least that’s what it looked like to the average passer-by

-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table

-“OK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-“

-Don’t trust that sarcastic commentary, he’s in deep thought on the inside

-Maybe he should’ve expected this but then again, he never would’ve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive

-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl

-As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up

-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes “See what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.”

-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)

-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home

-However, he actually visits Mammon’s dreams that night

-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown

-It’s his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation

- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you don’t see that very often with Belphagour

-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it

-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he can’t do anything but give up

-He clearly won’t be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so

-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows he’s not any good at comfort or apologies)

-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie

-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it won’t be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either

-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammon’s buttons properly

Diavolo:

-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason

-He is clearly not involved but he’s under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night

-Diavolo wasn’t even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in

-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasn’t something you saw everyday

-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned

-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings

-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing it’s not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves

-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most

-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how he’s holding up because he doesn’t want to pry)

-He can’t do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space

-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and can’t get on with their student council work because of it

-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and can’t even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it won’t be pretty

-For now, he’s counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but it’s unlikely you can stop a train once it’s set in motion so just hope Mammon doesn’t come out of his room until he’s calmed down

Barbatos:

-The butler is a Time Lord so it’s probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually

-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothers’ insults for much longer anyway

-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, he’s been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence

-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he would’ve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown

-Again, he has no right to intervene

-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons

-I mean, you’re the one that’s going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isn’t the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily

-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)

-He’s had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)

-Basically, in the same position as the Prince

-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows it’s not likely to happen any time soon

-For now, he’s getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering they’re all vicious demons and all

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Al~ im mad I couldn’t add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(

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a matter of time (tasm! peter parker) - 2/5

two: right where you left me

summary: peter parker has barely gotten over losing you and getting dragged into another universe where you're still alive and kicking isn't about to help the case. thanks to an ultimatum from stephen strange, peter has just a matter of days to make you realise who he is and what you had, or he faces losing you all over again. he better get to work. (playlist + masterlist)

warnings; mentions of loss/death, swearing, no way home spoilers, this uses she/her pronouns

enjoy!!

- jazz

Peter had learnt a lot in the last few hours.

First of all - there were two other versions of him. There was the older, wiser (and blonder) Peter Parker from the same universe as Octavius and Osbourne. There was a kind of wisdom to him -- like a father of sorts. Then there was the younger Peter; he was bright and pure, but he had a lot of learning to do. It seemed like he'd done a lot of it in the last few days alone, in losing his Aunt May and grappling with the self blame that followed. All three of them could relate to that. It seemed like loss shaped the identity of Peter Parker in every universe, and that was only one of the many, odd parallels of their respective identities. They were three completely different people but they'd all followed the same path. When they were together, it was like three brothers catching up after a long time.

That entire thing in itself was a lot for Peter (your one) to deal with.

The addition of you being here as well, alive and well five years after you'd slipped right away from him, kind of outweighed everything else. It brought on feelings he couldn't quite describe. It was a mixture of relief and longing; relief, because he hadn't seen your smile in years or heard you laugh in just as long, but longing for the version of you that he'd known. You were still you in this world -- you still had the same bright smile and scratchy laugh and god forbid, told the same ridiculous jokes. It was just that you had no memory of Peter, or the time you'd spent together. His love for you existed purely and wholly but where yours should have been, was just an empty space. A vortex that echoed the same question: how can I remind you?

To eliminate confusion, you'd assigned nicknames to the three of them. The youngest Peter was Baby Parker; the oldest one was Youth Pastor Parker and in a turn of events that had almost ripped out his heart, you'd donned the last one as My Parker.

"Baby Parker, Youth Pastor Parker and...you can be My Parker, since I guess you know me so well from whatever universe you're from," had been your reasoning. And it was solid - he couldn't argue with it. He didn't want to argue with it.

Ned, M.J and Baby Parker had taken you all to the Midtown High science labs. You'd gone with them to supervise and make sure that nobody accidentally opened up anymore of the multiverse. The villains had been tiring enough but now you had two more Spidermen to deal with and you had never been closer to quitting your job at the Sanctorum and becoming a waitress. Plus, you were very much something of a scientist yourself so it made sense for you to be there. Just to...oversee. But mainly to babysit Baby Parker.

Your Peter was stood over in the corner, goggles tangled in his tufty brown hair as he worked on the formula for Kurt Connors.

From where you stood, this entire thing was just as weird for you. Not only had Peter confirmed the existence of a whole other you, but he'd known them. You hadn't known him - he was a stranger in the literal sense - but when you spoke to him, he felt familiar. Like they were conversations you'd had before, or like you'd known him in another life. The latter was exactly what it was but in this universe, you hadn't lived that life. You didn't know what went down or just how close you'd been.

"Parker," you called. "Sorry, My Parker."

The other two looked away, turning back to their respective jobs.

Peter looked over at you, brown eyes meeting yours across the room. He gave you a small smile - no signs to show he was going through the worst internal battle ever. He had to play it cool. Not that anything could have ever prepared him for any of this situation.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "Am I doing this right?"

"I know absolutely nothing about biology," you confessed. "Physics is more when I'm at."

"Oh," he furrowed his brow. "What's up, then?"

"I wanted to ask a few questions," you pulled a stool over to his table and sat opposite him.

"Oh yeah?"

"What's my fashion sense like in your universe? Because I've always imagined there's a version of me who's like...a Blair Waldorf. Wait, do you even have Gossip Girl in-"

" - you dressed the same," Peter cut you off with a smile. "You had this one pair of jeans that you really liked. They were like...ripped to absolute shit and your dad hated them, but you wore them all the time."

"I have those jeans!" you whacked his shoulder in excitement. "What about tattoos?"

"You never had tattoos before you-"

Peter faltered slightly. Shit. How was he meant to tell you that you'd fucking died before you had the chance to get any?

"Before what?" your brow furrowed. "Oh, fuck. Am I dead?"

"Yeah," he murmured. "Sorry. But yeah, you passed about five years ago."

"How?"

Me. It was because of me. You slipped and fell and I was too distracted to grab you in time.

You were just starting to talk to him - to take an interest in him, to ponder about life in his world. You might have just been moments away from asking him about how he knew you. About how close you were. If he admitted that he might as well have been the one to fucking push you, you might not have been so enthusiastic.

"They never told me," Peter lied. His dark eyes fell to the floor, still for just a moment.

You weren't much of an empath, but it wasn't hard to tell he was hurting. In fact, it had been obvious to you this whole time. From the moment he'd stumbled into the room, begging you to stop pretending you didn't know him. Only now were you realising you were the who had been the source of it all.

"How close were we?" you asked quietly.

Closer than close, Peter thought to himself. For him, it was like you were so, so intensely connected that your lives had intertwined into one. You were part of the same entity. He'd tried to come up with a scientific explanation for it but there was nothing.

"Pretty close," Peter sadly smiled. "We were together, you know?"

"Yeah, I'd figured that much," you replied. "How long for? How did we meet? Was I a good partner? Because my ex here said I talk too much and ask too many questions."

At least you were a rambler in every world.

"We dated from sophomore year to when you passed, so about five years," he explained. "And yeah, don't worry, you spoke plenty but it was-"

Amazing. You had the best ideas. You asked questions that our science teacher couldn't answer. You spoke back to everyone and you never shut the fuck up, but I loved you for it. You were my best goddamn friend.

"- really entertaining," Peter finished. "It wasn't a bad thing at all. You were really smart."

You smiled. "I'm working for my doctorate now."

"That was exactly what you were gonna do," he recalled. "Theoretical physics focusing on string theory."

"That's the one," you replied. "It's how I ended up working with Strange, actually. He has a lot of ideas about the multiverse from his sorcerer perspective and I bring the science, I guess."

"His theories must be true, because I'm here, and you're here and..." Peter trailed off, before clearing his throat recomposing himself. "You used to talk about quantum mechanics all the time. About how there are so many things happening in the universe all at once that-"

"- that it would be stupid to write off string theory when we still don't truly understand the universe?"

"Yeah, that was exactly it," he said. "Our science teachers hated you."

Whether it was magic or science, Peter was glad that the multiverse had proved itself to be true - after all, it had brought you back to him.

"That's definitely a universal thing," you joked. "Strange gets sick of my shit half the time. He's literally a scientist so I don't know what his beef is."

"Are you and him...like, you know?"

You tried to hide your audible laugh. "Oh my god, no. He's like twice my age and...just no. I'm sure there's someone out there who thinks he's great but I can barely manage working with him. And besides, I have no time for that stuff. Not right now at least when I'm literally juggling universes."

"Yeah, I get that," Peter replied. "It's complicated in this line of work."

"What about you?" you asked. "Do you have anyone?"

"No," he shook his head. "Nothing serious since..."

"....since me," you gave him a playful wink. "I must have been hard to get over, huh?"

Oh, you had no idea.

A little while later, Peter excused himself for some fresh air.

You'd spoken for a good two hours and after a while, it was like nothing had ever changed. You joked together and laughed together exactly how you used to. And, true to your nature, you asked how many people came to your funeral and how many people had cried ("that bitch was there? She hated me in high school" was his favourite take away). All perfectly natural questions; all very you questions.

Then reality would sneak in, and Peter would realise that you still had no memory of him. He'd refrained entirely from telling you about the details of your relationship - how beautiful it was, how much you'd helped him, how you were basically his life and fucking soul. He was still a stranger to you and you just...you couldn't tell a stranger those things. They were so deep and so personal, etched right into the very core of his person like tiny cave paintings.

Peter found himself on the rooftop of Midtown.

"Hey, buddy - something seems up."

It was Youth Pastor Peter, cautiously approaching. He had sensed something was off with his new friend; call it a spidey sixth sense.

"Hey," Your Peter glanced over his shoulder at him. "I'm just deep in thought, I guess."

"You and Strange's assistant - what's going on?" he gently asked. "Did you know her before?"

"There's, uh, a version of her that existed in my...home world. Is that what we call it? I dunno," he began. "We were best friends in high school, then we started dating."

The other Peter gave him a small smile. "Childhood sweethearts, huh?"

"I suppose," he replied. "I figured we'd be together forever. I mean, look at her, right? She's beautiful and funny and so smart, and even when things got tough - you know how it goes with the job - she stuck by me."

"I'm sorry, man. Breaking up must have been hard."

"We didn't break-up," your Peter murmured. "She followed me out to this rooftop one night to warn me about the guy I was fighting. I was so mad at her for throwing herself in the middle of a dangerous situation that I didn't protect her properly and she..."

He took a deep breath.

"She fell. I didn't catch her," he finished with a shaky voice. "Barely twenty-one. Her life had barely started. Our life had barely started."

That was the first time he'd ever said the words out loud. It was cathartic in a way, telling another version of him about what had happened. It wasn't like he could tell a therapist, right? Because if a doctor didn't believe that he was truly Spiderman, he'd probably be sectioned for being an absolute nut.

"Peter, you can't be responsible for catching every person in New York," the other Peter said. "We can't rescue every person ever. It feels a thousand times worst when it's someone we loved."

"Yeah, I know - thank you," he forced a smile through bleary eyes. "Seeing her again is like losing her all over again because she doesn't know I am. I feel like she's a part of me and...I'm sorry. You probably don't wanna hear this."

Other Peter smiled. "I get it more than you think. I promise."

"Some part of me keeps telling me to make her remember, but it's not really-"

"- guys! I get you wanna spider-bond or whatever the fuck this is but every goddamn villain is out there in New York right now we do not have time for chinwags!"

Both Peters turned around to face you. Speak of the devil.

"You can all meet up and have a nice Spiderman brunch after we've caught them, okay? But for now, you gotta stop with the chit-chat and start...Spider-manning."

Other Peter gave your Peter a slap on the back, before bowing down to you and jogging off the roof-top. Bastard.

Peter caught your eye, brown eyes creasing as he gave you a little smile. You looked beautiful under the moonlight - stressed and seething, but beautiful. Your glasses were resting atop your ahead, and you'd exchanged your old lab-coat for a baggy denim jacket.

"Hey," he began. "Where did you get that jacket?"

"I found it in my mum's loft a few years ago," you shrugged.

"How many years ago?" he approached you, his tone a mixture of confusion and urgency. "Exactly how many years ago?"

"I don't know...like five, maybe?" you frowned.

"What was the date?"

"I don't remember!" you help up your hands in defense. "I was home from college so it was around the summer, I guess."

Peter didn't like that one bit. Summer was when you'd passed - July 16th to be exact. He remembered it like it was yesterday. It felt like it was yesterday. It had felt like a nightmare for the last five years. It was only now that he'd seen you again did it feel like he was finally waking up.

"Why is the jacket important?" you gently asked.

"It was my Uncle Ben's, and then mine, and then yours," Peter replied. "Look."

He pulled an old flip-phone out from his pocket - you knew it wasn't his regular phone, because you'd seen him with an iPhone earlier - and showed you the wallpaper.

Sure enough, there you were. A wide smile on your face, nose squashed against Peter's cheek as he blinked under the flash. You looked happy; happier than you'd ever been in this universe - or any, for the matter. Naturally, you were wearing a denim jacket identical to the one you had on now; it was ripped at the seams in the same place and the shoulder had the same old bleach mark. You couldn't make that shit up.

And part of you didn't want to make it up. You didn't want it to be a coincidence, because every conversation you'd had with Peter in the last two hours had felt like deja vu in the best way. It was like you'd seen him in a dream years ago; one that existed only in your subconscious. With his brown eyes and slightly-lopsided smile, he felt like a dream as well.

"I barely understand the universe, let alone the multiverse but that can't be a coincidence," you said. "Not just the jacket, but the fact the version of me in your world is the same as I am here. Lucky sods, I guess, having two of me."

Peter smiled. "Oh, we are very lucky, I assure you."

"I'm gonna help you, okay?" you began. "You're basically a stranger to me but I must be a smart-ass with good taste in every universe, and if Other Me trusted you, then I do as well. And besides, you've seen me naked, right? Probably admired my butt and all that, so we're basically friends, and I like helping my friends."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that we're gonna find the string that connects us and we're gonna pull it. Unravel that shit," you grinned. "Work out whatever the connection between us is."

"Right, yeah," Peter nodded. "I'm down for that."

"Good," you said, before holding out your hand to him. "But for now, we have four bad guys to fix and I need your help."

He accepted the gesture, tangling his fingers in yours. "Of course."

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