#this was fun !!!! in conclusion: they all panic about making sure your day is the best day ever 🥺🥺🥺

[willowser]

It's my birthday, & I'm not able to celebrate this year on my actual day because of work, but curious how the boys handle reader's birthday OR, what does reader for their birthday? Like, I imagine with bkg we do something small/intimate. But him and our day? He's running himself ragged. Stray cat touya trying to be aloof but also trying so hard. Gojo knowing he can do/get literally anything (for both yalls birthdays) but that's not what he actually wants. I just want to pick your brain lol

omg !! happy happy birthday dear !!! 🥺🩷✨️🦋 how sweet that we get to celebrate it together like this !! even if you are unfortunately stuck at work 😔 i hope what you do get to do for it, eventually, is so, so wonderful !! 😌🌱🔮✨️

HOW FUN LOVE PICKING MY BRAIN LET'S SEE !!

i think — bakugou is pulling out all the stops but also trying not to seem like he is, if that makes sense ?? like in the coming days before, he's saying NOTHING about it, to the point that you're sort of wondering if he forgot 💀 you casually mention it during dinner like—

"oh, and i meant to tell you that my coworkers want to go out for my birthday this weekend, so..."

and he just kind of nods, staring at you from across the table with that look you can't read, and then he asks, "y'gonna be home on thursday though, right?"

which is the crumb of confirmation you were looking for LOL though he still doesn't say anything else about it 😒 only nods again when you tell him that you will be home 😒 and the morning of, you wake up to flowers in the kitchen 🥺 and he !! still !! doesn't say anything !! 🥺 and i feel like it's like that the whole day, him doing little, meaningful things without mentioning it 🥺 you get home and he's in nice pants and buttoning up a nice shirt 🥺 ready for you to get dressed too 🥺

and he maybe looks calm and collected and flippant but HE'S ACTUALLY BEEN STRESSED THE WHOLE WEEK COMING UP TO THIS. could not get the right flowers at two different places, almost lost the reservation to dinner because the restaurant staff are idiots, has been actually looking over what to get you as a present for EVER. STILL NOT SURE HE PICKED THE RIGHT THING 🥺 he's just really good at masking it, but he's been bending over backwards to make sure it goes as smooth as it does 🥺🥺🥺

and he finally tells you happy birthday much later that night, very quietly in your ear as you're falling asleep 😌🩷✨️ what a brat 😌

OMG TOUYA HOW FUN

another one that's trying to make it seem like he's not all that aware — and maybe he's even trying not to care, but he's thinking about you in the coming days. not constantly, but in the back of his mind, he's thinking about the weight of a single gesture, for you.

maybe it would mean too much and he doesn't wanna put that out there yet, or maybe you'll think his attempt at something is laughable, and then he'll be really pissed at himself. but he'll think about the one good birthday he can remember, with his sister and his mom and all the fun he had. the taste of it all 🥺 and — fuck it, he might as well.

maybe he buys flower from the supermarket and a bottle of champagne that was on sale, or a six pack of something, but he shows up at your place almost too late, leaning against the doorframe with a cigarette in his mouth. and he's trying to be so chill, all "hope i didn't miss the party," even though the friends you saw today have long since gone home — but his heart is beating out of his chest because he's never done this for ANYONE 🥺 whether you realize it or not, this is a big thing for him 🥺

the alcohol sucks and neither of you like it and the petals of the bouquet are already falling off by the time he works up the nerve to come see you, but you sit on the rooftop of your apartment and just, enjoy the company 🥺

at one point, he grins too sharp at you and says, "glad i got the birthday brat all to myself."

and you wag a finger at him, though you can't help but to smile because it's enough of an admission to have heat pooling in your cheeks. "just for now, kid," you tell him, sticking your tongue out when he rolls his eyes. "just for now."

and he's smiling too, despite it all. watching the flower he's twirling between his fingers because he can't look at you, not right now. not when you look at him, too.

"'s'fine," he tells you, shrugging. "i'll take whatever you're giving."

AND GOJO actually. i think he's panicking LOL AKGBDKAK

because i think he could give you anything. everything that you could want, whatever he could think to give you — but that doesn't actually help him very much in the moment LOL

he wants to do everything perfect 🥺 so he does — everything. LMAOOO you wake up literally surrounded by flowers and there's a silk robe and matching slippers and an overly sweet cup of coffee on the night stand. he bought you a puppy with a ribbon. there's a bunch of framed pictures he made for the two of you. he comes into the room and your best friend is on the phone because he face timed them so you could talk as soon as you woke up aigbruqkqkq

he's got a buffet for breakfast. he hired a chef for the day. he makes a joke about carrying you everywhere.....that you realize isn't....actually a joke and you have to fight him off LOL there are several different outfits that he knows you've been eyeing and he bought them for you to wear for the day. HE DOES EVERYTHING AND HE'S SO WORRIED IT'S NOT ENOUGH 🥺

by the end of the day, you can tell that he's like. biting his nails behind your back and he's sticking close to your side like he's going to catch you sighing, defeated about something, and when he asks,

"did you have a good birthday?"

it's so genuine, his concern, that you have to hold his face between your hands and squish his cheeks together and shake him a little bit.

"yes," you tell him, for what feels like the hundredth time, before kissing his eyelids. "i did, because i got to spend it with you."

BUT HE'S SO ???? i think he's so weird about gentle affection that he's like..........but did you really though ?? almost as if he doesn't believe it 🥺

you ask him, "do you love me?"

"...well if you have to ask, then—"

and then you have to shake him again, until he smiles. "satoru, i said, do you love me?" and he doesn't say it loudly or to the world, but he just murmurs back a quiet 'yes' that you know he means. "do you love me even though i haven't bought you a puppy or designer clothing or hired someone to make you a full course meal?"

he gets it, then, even if doesn't answer, and relaxes into you a little bit. all day long he's been wide-eyed and high energy, dragging you along from one thing to the next — but now he kind of melts, stress of the day slipping off his shoulders.

you squish his cheeks again and laugh at the face he makes, before giving him a fat kiss. "yes," you tell him again. quietly, as he had told you. "i had a great birthday."

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Imagine if Eri Reader met Unicorns (But they’re known for being incredibly dangerous and impossible to tame, as they don’t even obey the highest of ranked Gods because of their greedy and selfish nature) and yet Y/N isn’t in any kind of danger as they’re just nuzzling her and calmly eating the apples she’s feeding them (Until Buddha comes to the conclusion that the flock of Unicorns might think Reader is one of their own because of her horn and her pure soul)

As Unicorns while impossible to tame and are very dangerous, they’ll never harm those with pure souls (As they’ll protect them from evil and guide them to safety)

They all start to panic when they figure out the Flock of Unicorns basically adopted Y/N as one of their own as they’re trying to take her with them (Who’s ready to fist fight some Unicorns to get their ‘Baby Girl/Sister’ back? Other’s thought it hilarious that Unicorns believe Y/N’s one of them only to panic when the Flock is trying to take off with her on their backs’ and who’s screaming in horror that Y/N is being kidnapped and yelling ‘Not my BABY!’) I had WAAY too much fun with this

-It had been a nice day, not too hot, the sun was shining, flowers were blooming, it was a perfect day for a picnic and your family wanted to take you out after you beamed so brightly when Adam asked if you wanted to go on a picnic.

-You were in Lu Bu’s arms, hugging him as you looked around in awe, seeing the large meadow and all the trees and flowers, feeling the warm sunshine on your cheeks.

-There were blankets everywhere, as everyone had been split into groups, so everyone could have ample space, and you were the only one allowed to go to the different groups, spending time with each of them.

-It was fun to run around, rolling in the grass, getting a little dirty, it was like you were a normal kid again.

-You were throwing a ball with Loki, Apollo, Hermes, Goll, and Kojiro when Loki threw it a little too hard, sending it over your head and you smiled, being the closest, “I’ll get it!”

-They watched as you went into the bushed, waiting for you to return, but you did not and instantly they were rushing over, calling out your name, sounding the alarm.

-Despite being very protected, there were still some gods and humans who had been bold enough to try to come and steal you away, to force you to use your ability for their own gains, and when you didn’t come back, they feared the worse!

-The area was filled with your family calling out your name, rushing after you, worried about you before they all came to a skidding halt, eyes going wide.

-Before them, in a smaller meadow was you and you were being nuzzled softly by a small herd of unicorns, your hands reaching up to pet them gently.

-Your family was stunned, as unicorns never approached others willingly- only if they deemed them pure of heart, otherwise they were fierce and hostile to all others.

-To see you being treated so gently by such dangerous creatures was unnerving, as they didn’t want you to get hurt.

-Hercules hesitated as he kneeled, trying to not seem like a threat, and whispered loudly, “Y/N!” You turned, hearing the whisper and while you smiled, the unicorns’ heads all snapped to look at large group in unison- seeing the intruders.

-Your family froze, not wanting them to take off running and hurt you, and seeing them making no other moments, a few of the unicorns turned their attention back to you.

-One of the females was nuzzling against your own horn and Jack pondered out loud, “Do you think they see Y/N as a unicorn as well- due to her having a horn as well?”

-Hades nodded, trying to figure out what to do, “It is possible, but I can’t say for sure.”

-The biggest of the herd, the leader, bent his neck down to you, nuzzling softly against your cheek, making you giggle lightly before you patted his nose, “Bye-bye unicorns- I’m going home now.”

-You turned, picking up the ball that was by your feet and went to head back to your family when you felt a tug on the back of your shirt.

-You turned, seeing the herd leader holding onto you, keeping you from going to your family as you tilted your head, confused, “Huh? What’s wrong?”

-Another stepped in front of you, blocking your path as they tried to herd you away from the gods and humans, seeing you as one of their own, a baby that didn’t know better.

-You started to panic, not wanting to go away from them, “Big brothers? Papa? Mama?”

-The herd leader picked you up, making you cry out in surprise before it placed you on the back of another adult, much to everyone’s surprise.

-They then took off running.

-MY BABY!!! Immediately charging after the herd, trying to keep them in sight as he shouted, “Hold on tight Y/N! We’re coming!!” He had no idea this was going to happen when he found you with the unicorns. He had to get you back and quick! He kept chasing until you were able to grab a low hanging branch, being swept off the back of the unicorn before he quickly had you in his arms, hugging you close. The unicorns stared at him, as if to say, ‘watch your back’, but he didn’t care, you were safe back with them.

            -Hercules, Adam, Ares, Apollo, Loki, Zeus, Raiden, Shiva, Buddha, Nikola, and Qin Shi Huang

-Oh lord- he couldn’t help but face palm as half of the group gave chase, watching them chase the unicorns into the bushes, leaving with you. He knew it was pointless to give chase to a unicorn on their turf, but there was no ignoring that you had been kidnapped by surprisingly dangerous creatures. While not a threat to you, they weren’t able to care for you, and the unicorns seemed intent on keeping you away from your family. He started upstream, to meet up with the chasing group, unaware that the unicorns had split off, to confuse the chasers, before the one carrying you put you down somewhere safe, to hide you. He was surprised when you walked out of the bushes, trying to get back but you were lost. He smiled when you saw him, running towards you and he kneeled so you could leap up into his arms, hugging him close before he stood, “Let’s go home.” You nodded, smiling at him.

            -Lu Bu, Thor, Kojiro, Poseidon, Jack, Hades, Beelzebub, Leonidas, Hermes, and Odin

[heesdreamer]

omg can you do a spiderman au

FEAR OF SPIDERS

PAIRING ➩ spiderman! heeseung x reader

SUMMARY ➩ you’re pretty sure that your quiet and mysterious roommate just might be a serial killer… plus he’s weirdly afraid of spiders

WC ➩ 3k

WARNINGS ➩ none really other than descriptions of injuries and the brief mention of series killers lol

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ once again written at 4am and not proofread but im a big spider man nerd so this was fun and a perfect request for me

At this point you were pretty much convinced your roommate had to be a serial killer.

A bold assumption, you are aware, but ever since he moved in about 6 months, eagerly answering a Craigslist ad you had posted with suspiciously little amount of information on his page, you’d been attempting to understand him and his usual habits and this was the most solid conclusion you’d drawn.

Heeseung wasn’t a bad roommate necessarily, he kept in his own space and he very rarely made any messes. Honestly half the time you never even noticed somebody living with you, surprisingly light on his feet for how tall he was. He moved around the apartment silently during the rare times he was actually out of his room at the same time you were.

He was shy too you had noticed judging by the way he’d jump in shock everytime you rounded a corner abruptly or turn red and scamper off back to his man cave whenever you stared at him for a little too long. Not to mention the fact he was absolutely terrified of spiders apparently judging by the way he’d completely panic every time you screeched and announced the presence of one.

These fun fact were harmless though, so why did you think he was a serial killer?

Well the first thing you had noticed that was off about him was the fact he didn’t sleep. It took you almost 4 months to understand why he was always up before you or why he constantly had dark bags under his eyes. Your roommate simply did not sleep, maybe even during the day.

When you had told your friend Jake about this he had joked around that maybe your roommate was just a vampire. Jay, the more reasonable of your trio, had monotonely countered that guess and said that he was probably just a third shift worker and you were too nosy for your own good.

He was completely accurate in the second half of his statement, curiosity running through your veins and causing you to snoop one day while Heeseung was off doing whatever he did during sunlight hours. You’d called off from work sick, faking a pained groaned when your roommate yelled from the living room to announce the fact he was leaving and he hoped you felt better.

The second the front door was clicking shut as it closed off in the distance you had hopped out of bed, throwing your blankets to the side and racing to make sure the coast was truly clear before you began your investigation.

When you cracked open the door to Heeseung’s room after determining it safe to look, you knew you were doing something wrong and being overly invasive. Yet you couldn’t help the excitement that washed over you as you looked around his dark bedroom, somewhere you’d never even caught a glimpse inside before.

His room was spotless which surprised you considering how often he was inside of it, even eating his meals behind the closed door. There were no clothes hanging around and his bed was perfectly made like he’d never even laid on it before. He had a few posters hung up and you marveled at the bands he was seemingly interested in, wondering why he never said anything when he had heard you playing some of the same ones in the kitchen.

Despite being grateful you’d gotten some insight on who he was as a human being, nice to finally discover after all these months sleeping two doors down from a mere stranger, you were disappointed regarding the fact you’d found out absolutely nothing that would explain his weird behavior.

When you met back up with your friends a few days later to give them an update, one that they hadn’t asked for Jay begrudgingly reminded you, they had thought you were absolutely crazy. Even Jake who was originally on board with mission find-out-your-roommates-secret.

So you told then the second thing that you had noticed about the boy.

Heeseung was pretty and that’s one of the first things that drew you to him. After he had answered your ad with zero photos or information on his page other than his name, you’d requested to meet in a public place so you could make sure he wasn’t somebody crazy or trying to scam you. He eventually agreed hesitantly and two weeks later you were sat at a coffee shop as you waited for him to arrive.

The first thing you noted when he had walked in was that he was annoyingly handsome. Immediately followed by the fact he had the most gentle face you’d ever seen, big round eyes peering around the shop anxiously as he tried to spot somebody who looked similarly to your photo on your profile.

When you smiled and waved at him, calling him over to the table you were at, he had given you a small grin of relief and you immediately figured he was harmless.

So when he started to show up late at night, injured and bleeding, you thought that somebody had to be crazy to hurt a person as kind as Heeseung. At first you’d assumed he maybe had been mugged, finding bloody tissues and bandages left over in the bathroom trash one night.

It took three weeks for you to actually catch him coming home, staking out on the couch half asleep after you realized his bruises weren’t healing and more just continued to pop up. He’d staggered into the apartment around 5 in the morning, not noticing you sitting in the dark until you cleared your throat.

His eyes were immediately shooting towards yours, shocking you slightly that he was able to find you so fast considering how dark it was, and you saw his eyes widen from where his face was illuminated by the kitchen light in the distance.

“If somebody is messing with you, we need to go to the police.” Your voice was soft as you broke the tensioned silence, watching the way he tensed up at the last word you said and started to shake his head.

“I’m fine.” He mumbled back but you could hear the wince in his words and one of his hands came up to rest on his ribs.

You were getting off the couch and making your way over to him before he could disappear back into his bedroom and deal with it alone. He stiffened when you gently grabbed his hand and dragged him over to your shared bathroom, sitting him down on the toilet softly as you started to scramble and look for the first aid kit under the sink.

“You don’t have to tell me.” You shook your head as you looked and hoped he was paying attention to you. “But I took first aid in highschool and your wrap jobs are just terrible.”

He let out a little scoff of a laugh and then immediately bent over with a hiss of pain. You snapped your head up to look at him and your heart hurt when you saw the complete state of his face now that you were sat under better lighting.

His face was pretty much swollen or bruised in all areas and your stomach turned thinking about how bad the rest of his body must be. The blood from his split lip was dripping down onto his chin and shirt and you watched as he instinctively tongued at it before wincing in pain at the burning sensation.

You were standing once you found the wraps you were looking for and going back over to him, trying to ignore how cute he looked as he peered up at you from his spot on the toilet seat.

“You’ll need to take your shirt off.” You were whispering awkwardly and he froze for a second but eventually nodded.

Heeseung had been fit when you first met him but you weren’t unaware to the fact he had suddenly bulked up sometime this summer. It had confused you considering he didn’t seem like the type to work out and you couldn’t figure out for the life of you when he could possibly be making time for that, but the results were apparent as he nearly doubled in shoulder and arm width.

He started to try and pull his shirt over his head but he stopped abruptly with a low stretched out groan of pain, putting his arms back to his sides and shaking his head in denial.

You sighed and shifted closer to him, holding the hem at the bottom of his shirt with your fingertips and looking at him for permission. His eyes watched you for a second with a strange expression before he was nodding slowly, trying not to flinch away as you helped him undress and get it safely over his more intense injuries.

It was hard not to over react to the sight of his bruised chest but you didn’t want to upset him or make him less inclined to come to you for help. Heeseung’s body was pretty much a mess of colors, black and blue in most spots but some parts of his skin were tinted yellow like they were a few days old.

You glanced up at his eyes to find him already watching you, a dark expression on his face as he waited for you to say something. You imagined he figured you’d press him for answers about who had done this but you didn’t, nodding softly before moving closer to him so you could gently wrap him in the bandage.

He shivered slightly when your hands touched his skin, your fingertips brushing over him softly as you meticulously wrapped his ribs tightly in the material.

You tried to do a good job despite the fact he was still staring at you, watching you with those big eyes as you avoided meeting them. When you had finally finished he sucked in a deep breath in relief, the pressure helping the pain slightly.

He sat obediently as you continued to try and help relieve his suffering, letting you dab at the cuts on his face with a wet rag and apply ointment over them with trembling hands. When you were finished, neither one of you made a move to leave, so you sat down on the edge of the tub right beside the toilet.

Your knees knocked against his and he glanced at you, shocking you when he extended a hand in your direction. You took it gratefully, yours still shaking, and squeezed his warm skin in thanks.

It was weird for both of you to be in this situation together but it felt strangely natural and intimate. You can’t recall ever touching Heeseung like this or even hanging out with him for as long as this had been stretching on. You wondered if he was realizing the same things as he zoned out slightly.

“Why don’t you let me come with you tomorrow?” You were breaking the silence to suggest and his head whipped up to look at you with fear. “I won’t pry about wherever you go I promise but maybe they’ll leave you alone if you have company.”

He was swiftly turning on the toilet seat so he was facing you, his knee slotting in between yours as he grasped your hand with both of his and gave you a desperate look. “Y/N, look at me.”

“Under no circumstance can that happen.” He was shaking his head and squeezing your hand to properly get his point across. “And you absolutely can’t follow me, you need to promise me this.”

You watched him with a pained expression, feeling frustrated and helpless but also hearing the pure panic and sternness in his tone as he stared at you anxiously waiting for a solid response. He looked terrified at the thought of you going wherever he does and your stomach turned as you got a very bad feeling.

You were flipping your conjoined hands so yours were released and he glanced down at them in confusion but realizing you were wrapping his pinky in yours.

“I promise.” You whispered back to him.

That was the first time you had considered the possibly that Heeseung was into something very dangerous, that you had completely misjudged your soft gentle roommate and he was possibly as axe murderer or some kind of hit man.

“Maybe he’s Spider-Man.” Jake was exclaiming after you’d told them this and a few heads shot your way in the restaurant causing him to duck his head down.

Jay scoffed and rolled his eyes as he said this and you paid him no mind, the suggestion almost making less sense than his previously mentioned vampires. As far as you and the rest of the city were aware, there was only one Spider-Man in the whole world and it simply wasn’t possible that it coincidentally would be your awkward roommate.

“More realistically, he’s one of the bad guys Spider-Man beats up for a living.” You were shaking your head, knowing that statistically it made more sense.

“Why not just follow him then.” Jay was shrugging and taking a bite of his fry nonchalantly. “So what he told you not to, he might be a murderer. Why does what he says matter anyways?”

“He seemed really scared.” You were shaking your head as you sighed and leaned back in your seat. “I’m not going to die just because I’m too curious for my own good.”

“Well… we could always come with you if you’re worried.” Jake was slowly suggesting.

You glanced at him in surprise, not having thought of that for some reason. You looked over at Jay and expected to see him with a scowl, denying the idea of spying on your roommate on his only day off but he was surprisingly calm looking, shrugging his shoulders when he realized you were waiting for his opinion.

So that’s how you wound up in your current situation, ducking low inside Jake’s car with dark clothes and beanies on. You’d been preforming your amateur stake out for only two hours but there’d been no sign of Heeseung leaving your apartment building that you were currently parked in front of.

“Are you sure he’s even going to come out?” Jake was whispering from the drivers seat and you sat up to listen to him closer, elbows resting on the middle console between the two boys.

“He does every night.” You whispered back with a shrug and almost like you had summoned him, your roommate was slipping out from the lobbies from door and looking around his surrounding areas before starting to speed walk down the street.

Jake made a celebratory noise and started the car slowly, peeling off in a slow cruise around the block as you waited to see which direction Heeseung was going to turn to next. It’d been a few minutes of watching him before guilt started to settle in.

“Should we be doing this?” You sighed and rested your chin over Jay’s shoulder who was only paying half attention to the operation going on.

“Well he is kind of suspicious.” He murmured and you glanced at him from the corner of your eye as you waited for him to explain more thoroughly. “He looks over his shoulder every three seconds and he just totally ducked into that alley over there.”

Jay was right you realized as you picked your head up, not noticing you had completely lost sight of your roommate. Jake slowed to a stop behind a few cars, up the street from the alley Jay saw him disappear into and you waited to see if he would come back out or if there was maybe a secret business or club residing back there in the darkness.

It was only about 30 seconds before something was shooting out of the alley and the three of you froze, jaws dropping open almost comically as you pieced together what it was that you had just potentially saw.

“Oh no fucking way.” Jay was sitting up in his seat and showing his widest range of emotion and interest, finally seemingly invested in this situation as he leaned forward to try and look outside the front window. “Dude that was…”

“Spider-Man.” Jake was exclaiming excitedly, hollering as he gripped the steering wheel and shook it slightly, glancing back at you with a childish amount of happiness on his face.

Despite the superhero’s alarmingly large presence in the city and the feeling that he was constantly looking over everybody’s shoulder, you hadn’t actually ever seen him for yourself until he just swung his way out of the alley and off into the city skyline.

You were ignoring the two boys excitement and jumping from the car, their yells of confusion as they told you to come back bleeding off into the distance as you sprinted towards the alley. Half of you expected to see a bloody Heeseung sprawled against its wet cement floor but the other half wasn’t that surprised when you spotted nothing but his sweater and pants carefully folded and tucked away.

You could hear your friends shoes against the sidewalk before you saw them and they paused when they realized what you were approaching, grabbing the clothes in your hands and turning to look at them.

“Well fuck.”

[formula1neverleft]

Felipe Drugovich - Is There Somewhere

Pairing: Felipe Drugovich x female!reader (+ Clément Novalak x bff!reader) 

Warnings: none really, fluff, swearing 

Words: 3.6k 

Song rec: loosely based on Is there somewhere by Halsey

Author’s note: this took me so long bc I decided to play around with a different pov only to come to the conclusion that I hate it but at that point I’d already written most of it so decided to post it anyway 🤠 Gonna be writing more for Felipe so any other ideas are welcome!! Not proofread. Feedback very much appreciated!! Enjoy xx 

//

“Felipe” 

 It rolled off your tongue like you were made to say his name. Even with just that one word, Felipe knew what you wanted to say, your gaze switching between his eyes and his lips a few times. You were so close to him that Felipe was sure he’d remember every single freckle that adorned your beautiful face. 

He let his hand wander up slowly, caressing your cheek before both of you started leaning in… 

 THUD 

 A loud knock pulled Felipe right out of the dream he was having, making him shoot up in a panic. He ran his hands over his face and sighed as he tried to shake the image of you from his mind. 

Seven nights. 

This was the seventh consecutive night where you’d ended up in his dreams one way or the other. No matter how hard he tried, Felipe just couldn’t shake you. 

Whoever was at his hotel room door at this hour was growing impatient, the knocks increasing in frequency and intensity before he even had the chance to get out of bed. 

Felipe had a feeling he knew exactly who would be on the other side of the door. 

 “Felipe, mate! Pretty please open the door for your teammate?” 

 The stark contrast between hearing his name from Clem’s mouth after hearing it whispered softly by you in his dream made Felipe pauze, letting his forehead drop against the door as he took a deep breath. 

 When he finally opened the door, Clement all but fell into the room, stumbling slightly before regaining his balance. 

 “Jeez, what took you so long??” he sighed dramatically, slurring his words. 

 “Mate, you're drunk, go to your own room” Felipe answered, but he could tell from the determined look on Clem’s face that getting him out of here would be near impossible. 

 “Actually, I’m not going anywhere until we…have a little talk” Clem said as he nonchalantly plopped down on the edge of the hotel bed, patting the space next to him. The mischievous look in his eyes made Felipe’s skin crawl. 

He loved Clem like a brother, but nothing good had ever come from that look. 

 “You do know that we can talk during the day, like normal people do, right?” 

 “Oh but what would be the fun in that?” Clem replied mockingly. 

 Felipe considered his options for a few seconds, but quickly came to the conclusion that once Clem got something in that head of his, he wasn’t going to stop until got what he wanted. So he reluctantly shuffled over to the bed and sat down next to him. 

 “Marcus and I have decided that we need to stage an intervention” Clem crossed his arms in determination as the words left his mouth, “We can’t let this go on any longer” 

 “Mate, what are you talking about?” 

 “You’ve been skipping every night out with us for months now…and don’t give me the ol’ I need to focus on racing excuse, because you even stayed in after Barcelona. I mean, what kind of psycho wins the sprint and the feature race and then spends his night alone in his bloody hotel room?!” Clem was gesticulating dramatically, partly because of the alcohol, partly because it’s Clem.  

 Felipe sighed. He knew it would be about this. The boys had expressed their grievances about Barcelona for weeks on end. In the beginning of the year it was easy to come up with excuses, because it was his third year in f2 and it was now or never for him. 

Then he started winning, and now his friends are wondering why he can’t have one night of fun in between all the work. Felipe didn’t have to wonder why, he already knew the answer. It was you. 

 From the exact moment Clem wandered into the MP garage with you by his side, Felipe was in awe of you. 

Beautiful, soft-spoken, but you could make everyone in the room laugh with just a single comment. 

At first, Felipe feared you might have been there with Clement as his girlfriend, but when Clem introduced you those worries were luckily tossed to the side. You were childhood best friends, more like a sister to Clem if anything. You’d decided to follow him around a bit during your gap year, wanting to see the world and acting as MP’s free social media person, camera always present around your neck. 

Felipe initially thought his little crush would dissipate soon, until the Jeddah race when you’d come up to him while he was preparing to get in the car. 

 “Good luck out there today” you’d said with a soft smile, “I think it’s gonna go your way today” 

 “How do you know?” he had asked timidly. You just raised your shoulders nonchalantly, “just…feels like you deserve it” shooting him one last knowing look before turning on your heels and out of the garage. 

 Despite only having met you a few days ago, he felt a strange connection between the two of you, something he’d never felt before.

He won that race, and you had subsequently taken up residence in his brain. He thought about you in the car, during the debriefs, and now in his sleep too. He couldn’t escape you, even though he’d been trying hard enough. 

Since Jeddah, Felipe had done everything in his power to keep himself in check. This was his year. His championship to lose. If he allowed himself to get distracted and fail, he would never forgive himself. 

So he kept his distance from you, not allowing himself to get further than the friendly conversations in the paddock. When he knew you would go out with the boys, he stayed in, sure that the way he felt when you were around would only be intensified in a casual setting with some alcohol involved. He was doing the right thing, keeping both of you safe. You were none the wiser and he couldn’t get hurt. 

 “Hello?? Earth to Felipe” Clem was shaking him by the shoulder lightly, the look on his face a mix of disbelief and worry, “see, this is exactly what I mean, you keep disappearing, mate, and I don’t just mean physically” 

 “Clem, it’s just the championship getting to me, it’s..a lot of pressure” Felipe ran a hand through his curls, feeling just as disheveled as he probably looked after just being woken up at four in the morning,  “I don’t want to mess it up. I can’t afford to.” 

 Clem nodded, looking defeated as he pushed himself off the bed with a sigh. He seemed to have somewhat sobered up as his own fatigue caught up with him, but Felipe could tell that this discussion was far from over. 

 Right before he got to the door, Clement stopped in his tracks, seemingly debating with himself before throwing one last comment Felipe’s way. 

 “She thinks you hate her, you know” he sounded uncharacteristically serious for once. 

 Felipe perked up at once, not needing a name to know exactly who Clem was talking about . What? 

 “I’m not an expert, but I do know you, and I’m pretty fucking sure that is not the case. So just…sort your shit out. Please.”  

 Felipe sat frozen in place on the bed as the door fell shut behind Clem. 

 You thought he hated you? 

Even just the idea of it sounded so ridiculous, especially after he’d been dreaming about you less than ten minutes ago. 

Sure, he wanted to keep you at a safe distance, far enough so that his judgment wouldn’t be clouded, but this was not how far he wanted to push it. 

No, this wasn’t right, and he needed to fix it. 

Felipe paced around the room for a moment, fighting the urge to somehow find your room and explain himself. Ultimately, he decided against an impromptu confession at this hour of the night and forced himself to get back in bed. 

He made a silent promise to himself to handle the situation differently next race weekend. Maybe he could even be friends with you. Maybe. 

 When sleep finally found him again, he dreamt of you. 

 // 

 The next race weekend came and went in the blink of an eye. For an outsider, it looked like Zandvoort was shaping up to be the best weekend of Felipe’s life. It was, to an extent. 

P1 in the feature race made it so he was almost sure of the title next week in Monza. 

Despite all this, Clem’s comment still lay heavy on Felipe’s shoulders. He was determined to make you realize he wanted to be friends, which was made exponentially more difficult by the fact that he didn’t want to be friends with you at all. Not just friends, that is. 

 As Felipe entered the MP driver room, drenched in champagne from the podium celebrations, Clem was already inside, scrolling away on his phone. He’d crashed out of the race at one of the restarts so he had already changed out of his suit.  

 “Congrats again, big man. That title is as good as yours” 

 Felipe thanked him, but despite Clem’s words he couldn’t shake the feeling that Clem had been distant ever since last sunday. There wasn’t a doubt in Felipe’s mind that Clem was sincerely happy for him, but clearly the discussion had affected him as well. 

 “So, where’s the party tonight?” Felipe asked as he unzipped his suit, tying it around his waist. If he wanted to make things right, tonight was the night to do it. 

 Clem looked like he’d just seen a ghost, but his signature smile followed suit. He all but jumped from his chair and slapped an arm around Felipe. 

 “Yes boy, that’s more like it! You’re buying the first round tonight”

 After Clem’s initial excitement had somewhat dimmed, he suddenly sported the same serious look he’d had in the hotel room. 

 “Y/N’s coming too, just so you know” he said. 

 Felipe nodded, “yeah, I figured she would”, he stared down at his feet. 

 “You know she’s like a sister to me, so just…don’t hurt her” Clem spoke, a hand landing on Felipe's shoulder and giving it a squeeze. 

 “I don’t..that’s literally the opposite of what I want to do. I don’t know why I’m making it so difficult” 

 “I think you got it bad for her, mate. I get it, that can be scary. Just try not to muck it all up, yeah?” 

 If somebody had told Felipe at the beginning of the year that Clem would be giving him girl advice, he would have laughed in their face, but here he was. The prospect of getting to see you in a few hours made Felipe’s chest tighten. You had been in the paddock less and less over the last couple of months, and now Felipe could see he was the reason behind your absence. 

He hoped that in a week's time, the title would be his, but more importantly, that he’d see your face when he looked down from the podium. 

 // 

 The club that Marcus and Clem had chosen was about on par with Felipe’s expectations. A dim blue light illuminated the space, people already standing in line at the bar, credit cards in hand, because it was clear you needed a good amount of alcohol to dance to the so-called music blaring from the speakers. 

Felipe was more nervous than he’d been before the race, more nervous than he’d been the entire season to be fair. His lack of partying experience made him feel out of place and fidgety as their friend group packed into the club and around one of the small tables near the bar. 

Clem hadn’t forgotten about Felipe’s promise to buy the first round, and clearly he had taken it upon himself to spread the word. After a few whoops and hollers from the boys, Felipe conceded and shuffled through the crowd towards the bar. 

He was just about to turn around and call one of the boys over to help him carry the drinks when he caught sight of you.  

You were standing at the bar, sharing a friendly conversation with a girl he recognized as Liam’s girlfriend while the bartender handed you your drinks. 

Felipe stood frozen, all plans of how he would approach you straight out the window as he took you in. You never failed to take his breath away. The excessive noise of the music and the people around him seemed to blur into the distance as he focused solely on you. 

While sipping your drink, you suddenly broke out into laughter at something the girl with you had said, reaching out to touch her arm as you doubled over. 

Felipe found himself strangely jealous of her, because he would give anything to be the one that made you laugh like that. He was sure that just the feeling of your hand on his arm would single-handedly ruin his ploy to be just friends with you. With you, he would always want more. He couldn’t trust himself. 

 He was torn out of his haze as he suddenly made eye contact with the girl in front of you. Before he could register what was happening, she leaned forward to whisper something in your ear, causing you to turn and face his direction. 

Felipe immediately shifted his gaze down towards his feet, coughing awkwardly before turning his attention back to the drinks on the bar. He wanted to slap himself for chickening out at the first sight of you, but he didn’t feel ready to face you just yet. 

Unluckily for him, you didn’t have the same idea. 

 “What is your problem?” 

 Felipe almost dropped one of the glasses he was trying desperately to fit into his arms as you appeared next to him. He spun around to face you, mind racing as he tried to remember a single word of the speech he’d rehearsed in his head all night. You didn’t look angry, just confused as your eyes bore into his, refusing to back down before he gave you an explanation for his less than normal behavior. Before he had a chance to respond, Clem appeared from between the crowd. 

 “Mate, if I’d known it was gonna take you so long I would have had more shots at the pre’s-” Clem stopped his rant directed at Felipe as he took in the scene in front of him. He quickly pieced together that he’d walked in on something he’s not supposed to be a part of, the tension palpable between his two best friends. 

 “Okay, uh, don’t mind me. I’ll just uh- carry the drinks for you, let you two get back to…”, he gestured between the two of you, “whatever this is” he flashed his signature cheeky smile before shuffling away, cleary ready to tell Marcus all about exactly why the drinks were taking so long. 

 Felipe took a deep breath, closing his eyes and attempting to collect his thoughts. The last thing he wanted to do was dig himself an even deeper hole just because he was nervous to talk to you. When he opened them, you were still staring at him, your expression softer, hopeful for an explanation.

 “Do you want to go somewhere and talk?” he asked timidly. 

 You looked taken aback by his question, but answered quickly nonetheless. 

 “Yeah, I’d like that” 

 Felipe nodded, springing into action as he pushed his way through the crowd. You followed suit but struggled to keep up with him. When Felipe noticed, he extended his hand out to you. You looked at his outstretched hand for a second, but before Felipe had even registered the implications of his offer, your warm hand enveloped his as you shuffled closer to him, allowing him to guide you swiftly towards the exit of the club. 

 He had been right, earlier, when he thought that one touch of your hand would be enough for him to crumble underneath his feelings for you. The feeling of your intertwined hands made his stomach flutter, and Felipe couldn’t bring himself to let go even after he was greeted by the cool breeze as he stepped out of the club with you in tow. 

 The silence felt heavy as Felipe continued to guide you along the street, your hand in his indicating the many words left unsaid between you and him. It was only a few minutes before you reached the beach. Finally letting your hand drop from his, Felipe stood at the edge of the sand, contemplating his next move. You decided for him, leaning down to quickly rid yourself of your shoes before jumping into the sand and walking towards the water, Felipe following your example. 

 “Y/n, I..” Felipe wanted to say so much that he didn’t even know where to start. 

 “You are really confusing, you know?” you spoke up, facing him head on, hair blowing slightly in the wind, “I never know where I stand with you. Sometimes you act like I'm invisible, other times I catch you staring at me like…” you struggled to find the right words. 

 “Like what?” 

 “Like the way you’re staring right now!” you finally replied, “I don’t know what you want from me”

Felipe understood how strange his behavior must look from your point of view. He needed to come clean about everything if he wanted to keep you in his life. 

 “I’m just overwhelmed by you. When we met at the beginning of the season I thought I could just shake it off, but then in Jeddah..you were in my head after that” 

 Your expression softens as he speaks, clearly remembering the moment before the race when you’d gone to wish him luck. Perhaps you’d felt it too, the connection between you that had been occupying Felipe’s every thought since. He could only hope so. 

“but at the same time I was finally winning, feeling like I had a real shot at the title this year. It was my last chance, my third year…my parents already are giving up so much to give me this opportunity” , Felipe hated how his accent became more prominent whenever he was nervous. It’s the reason he hates doing interviews, but this might be even worse. 

 “Truth is I was scared” he admitted, “scared of getting hurt, scared that I would mess something up with you or with the racing..so I took the easy way out and just did nothing” 

 You frowned slightly as you listened to him speak, and Felipe hated that he was the reason for your worried expression. 

 “but I dream of you. All I do is dream of you” 

 He instantly felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders at his confession.  

“You deserve to know, and I’m sorry for treating you the way I did” 

 He stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something, but you didn’t. His words had clearly rattled you, and for once it was you who was at a loss for words, the only sound breaking the silence being the waves breaking a few meters away. 

 “Y/n..please say something” Felipe pleaded softly. 

 He’d expected you to be angry, to say you need time. Maybe, if he was really lucky,  you might agree to try and be friends again. What he didn’t expect is for you to respond by kissing him. 

 You took him by surprise by leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on his lips. You lingered there as your eyes opened, whispering softly as you realized what you’d done “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of jus-” Felipe cut you off by rejoining your lips, all gentleness now gone as his hands cradled your face while you kissed. Your arms found their way to his waist, knuckled whitening from grabbing onto his shirt. 

He’d dreamt about this moment so many times, but even the best of dreams couldn’t compare to having you in real life. 

You were lost in eachother as the kiss deepened, tongues working together like you’d kissed each other a thousand times before. 

When your lips parted Felipe let his forehead rest against yours, not ready to give up having you so close to him just yet. He could stay in this moment forever if he could. 

 “One of us should probably say something” you whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. 

 “So I take it this means you forgive me right?” he asks as he reluctantly lets you take a step back.

 “Hmm, I don’t know, I’ll think about it” you replied sarcastically. 

 “Oh, very funny” Felipe reaches out to tousle your hair in response to your teasing. 

You joked and chatted with each other as you made your way back towards the club. If Felipe had his way, he would be alone with you, talking and kissing all night to make up for lost time, but he realized it was best to take things slow. 

 Once back inside, Clem immediately spotted you together. He looked a mess, hair sticking to his forehead and shirt almost completely unbuttoned for some reason, the night's drinks having their desired effect. Felipe gave you a joking look as Clem made a beeline towards the pair of you. 

 “There you guys are; I swear I was this close to calling the fu-” he stopped his tirade as his eyes landed on your intertwined hands. A knowing smile appeared on his face as he stepped closer to pat Felipe on the back. 

 “Bloody knew you had it in you mate”, before turning away in an attempt to locate the boys. 

“Oi, Marcus, you owe me fifty bucks, mate!!” he said, pointing towards his two friends. 

Felipe rolled his eyes, giving your hand a little squeeze. 

 He was sure that when he went to sleep that night, he would dream of you again. 

Only this time, waking up would be even better. 

[pendragon-of-chaos]

If requests are open can i request NNT Arthur and a vigilante (I believe is the word not sure) s/o who helps protect the town people secretly and maybe one night they randomly bump into each other on the way home and Arthur’s starts getting suspicious on what’s going on thank you and have a nice day!

I started this as a small scenario but it ended up being a little longer than the usual ones. I also thought I wouldn't be able to write something that pleased me, but I think it ended being better than what I thought. Hope you like it!

Small scenario: Arthur Pendragon with a fem!secret vigilante S/O:

"Have you heard the rumours about that one vigilante??? Who do you think they are? I wish I could talk to them some day, they seem soooo cool! Maybe I should be a vigilante too... Well, I am already a knight, but having a secret identity sounds fun too! What do you think??"

It was a sunny morning. Arthur and Y/N were enjoying a break eating some sweets, sitting on a table while talking about the latest news.

"I've heard about it. Seems like they are already quite popular within Camelot, aren't they?"

"Indeed! Specially within the knights. I've heard they are placing bets on who is the one behind that mask"

"Really? And who do they think is the responsible of all this?"

"There are different opinions, no one seems to agree with just one, so I can't really speak for them." Arthur shrugged his shoulders while taking one of the freshly baked buns on the table in front of him. "As for me, I don't agree with them either. I don't know, but my instinct says that the responsible isn't one of the knights... It's just a feeling". He took a bite and smiled at (Y/N) "If you ever have any clue you must tell me, ok?"

"Of course, I'll do my best to help you discover the secret identity of that vigilante, don't worry"

----

"His instincts sure are good" - (Y/N) sighed deeply, looking at the dark streets from the top of a poorly illuminated roof, making sure no one could see her - "I'm careful enough to not leave behind any sort of information that could uncover me and he still reaches that conclusion; guess I'll need to be even more cautious just in case..."

She looked back to the streets for a couple minutes, until a suspicious acting shadow figure entered an alley in between some houses. It emerged from time to time, looking to both sides of the street, and hiding again; until a pair of drunk men made their way past the entrance

"What a good night huh?" - The shadow appeared behind them. It looked like a big strong man by his silhouette. Not that his strength mattered versus those two people which weren't even able to mantain their balance, even less when he pulled out of his coat a bright dagger - "Now, give me all you got in your pockets if you don't want to end up worse than you already are"

Overcome by panic, the two men leaned on each other trying to not fall down, clumsily looking for their pockets and throwing everything their hands touched in them

"Y-Yeah sir, just leave us alone damn it! We didn't do anything"

"Just make sure to shut your mouth about this. You went home with no money because you spent it all on drinking, right?" Laughing, the robber walked towards them in an intimidating way - "Get out of my sight, scumb-AGH"

He turned around quickly, hand in his nape, rubbing to ease the pain of the sudden hit which came out of nowhere. In front of him, another figure covered in black stood still

"Going for the easy targets I see. Such a shame that you wasted your time waiting for them to pass by, I've seen it all". A pair of hands appeared under the cloack, ready to take care of the criminal in front of them

He wasted no time and, knife in hand, lunged towards (Y/N), who didn't move an inch. She was ready to counter attack, until a few feet away from her he appeared, behind the criminal, in less than the blink of an eye.

"I got him!"

A familiar orange-haired boy stopped the attack by skillfully positioning his sword blade near the criminal's neck in one second, and then disarmed him in the next one, sheathing his sword and laying him on the ground

"Arthur! I can-!!!" (Y/N) shut her mouth while everything happened. If she talked more than neccesary Arthur would discover her. She was also impressed with his abilities. She had seen him training but never using his skills in a real situation. The king looked back at her, still restraining his hands behind his back

"We'll take him to the castle's dungeons for the night and tomorrow morning the knights will take care of him. I'll gladly accept yor help with this task"

(Y/N) nodded in afirmation, and with a simple hand movement a pair of handcuffs appeared on the criminal's wrists.

"Much better!" - Smiling, Arthur got up from him, helping him to stand up - "Now let's head to the castle"

He looked back to were (Y/N) was standing, inviting her to come with him, but there was nobody to be seen there.

----

It was morning once again. (Y/N) was sitting at the table as she always does, having breakfast, when she heard the doors opening

"Hey hey, I've got something to tell you!"

Arthur took a sit next to her quickly, smiling excited to talk with her.

"Hmm? What is it Arthur?"

"I crossed paths yesterday night with the vigilante!"

"Oh really?" - (Y/N) put on her best confused face to not arouse any more suspicions - "How did you even manage to find them? What did exactly happen?"

"I went outside the kingdom yesterday, searching for some materials that Merlin asked me to find. It was more difficult than what I thought so I returned to Camelot late at night. While I was walking down the street I saw how a man tried to rob other two, and then the vigilante appeared to help them. But as a King I can't stand idly by when something like this happens, that's why I went to help them too! It was pretty easy, and I hoped I could talk to them after having the situation controlled, but they disappeared when I wasn't looking"

"Wow... I'm happy for you, but it sounds like in the end you didn't get to know who was behind the mask"

"I guess so, but at least now I have new clues. Listen, I think that the secret vigilante must be near our age judging by its appearance and movements, and they also know how to use magic. That reduces the number of potential people by a lot... Oh! And by their voice I think it might be a woman? But everything happened so fast, I'm not even sure. If I had a few more minutes I'm sure I could have gotten more information"

"Just a few seconds and he got all of that from me" (Y/N) thought to herself - "That's a lot considering you said everything happened fast"

"Right..." - Arthur looked directly at (Y/N) for a few seconds - "one more thing, didn't Merlin show you some time ago those magical spheres that makes you disappear if you use them?"

"...Are you insinuating that I am the vigilante?"

"Just a possibility, my instinct tells me you might know more than you tell me"

[azurethevampire]

Omg hi!

Requests are open!!

I saw that you mostly wanted platonic requests so I was wondering if I could ask for a spn one where Sam and Dean have a sibling (you can chose what their gender is or if you want it to be an oc) and basically all of them just have a really fun day because they got snowed into the bunker?

Does that makes sense? Idk if it does, I’m sorry

BUT ALSO DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO WRITE THIS AND IF YOU DO END UP DOING IT THEN TAKE YOUR TIME AND DONT WORRY ABOUT RUSHING

(Love your work 😊💕)

Here's your request, enjoy! 💕

(Divider used is made by @delishlydelightfuldividers)

Also, warning that there is a hint of the reader almost having a panic attack—they don't have one but it's hinted at

Snowy Day

"SAMMY!" 

You were just about to enter the war room of the bunker when your oldest brother's voice assaulted your eardrums. From the sound of it, Dean was yelling your second brother's name from somewhere by the bunker's usual entrance. 

"Dean, what the hell are you yelling—"

You rubbed your eyes. Then again. Nope, Dean was still there. You weren’t still sleeping and only dreaming about this scene.  

The picture you saw just didn’t make any sense. 

Dean was descending the staircase, shaking snow from his person. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think someone had just dropped your brother in a snow bank. And the last time you checked Lebanon hadn’t had snow since last year. Even then, it had been a few inches and nothing that would make anyone look like a living and walking snowman.  

Wait. 

“It’s snowing?” 

Dean sent you a glare. “What the hell does it look like? You think I’m covered with cotton and salt?!” 

Disapproving click of your tongue. “Always so rude”, you said and reached to wipe some snow Dean had missed from the back of his shirt. Judging by the fact he wasn’t wearing a coat, you didn’t think that Dean had expected there to be any snow when he stepped out of the door. Another conclusion you made from Dean’s current looks, was that there was way more than a few inches of snow outside. You frowned. “Is there a storm?” 

“It’s like a fucking Great Blizzard out there.” Dean confirmed. 

“Damn”, you said, immediately gaining a scolding look from Dean – which you ignored. “Wait. I don’t know if I need to be more concerned by the apparent storm outside or the fact that you know what Great Blizzard is.” 

Before you had time to understand your brother had moved at all, there was suddenly a very cold and wet feeling at the back of your neck. You shrieked as Dean slapped some of the snow that hadn’t melted on the floor yet, right to your neck. 

Dean laughed at your shocked and betrayed expression. “Just because I don’t spend my every bit free time nose buried in books like you and Sammy, doesn’t mean I don’t know stuff too”, he said. 

His hand returned to quickly wipe the snow off your neck before it had a chance to melt down your back. Some water drop still trickled down your back, making you shiver. 

“Is Sam still asleep?” Dean asked you and you shrugged in response. He ruffled your hair. “Well go look while I change into dry clothes.” 

“Fine.” You agreed. Guess, your revenge for the snow on the back of your neck would have to wait a bit. 

Dean was already at his room’s door when you suddenly stopped. The storm outside was as bad as the Great Blizzard of 1888? Suddenly you weren’t sure if the snow was a good thing at all. 

“Dean? Are we… are we trapped here?” 

Dean, hearing the change in your voice, was quick to come over you and pull you into a hug. “Hey, it’s alright, kiddo. We’re going to be just fine here at the bunker for another week. We live in a bunker”, he said. “This place was built to stand much worse than one blizzard. I promise; we’ll be just fine. Now go find Sammy and tell him the situation. Think you can do that for me, kid?” 

You nodded. Dean had managed to calm you down before your mind had the chance to drag you into a full blown panic attack. 

"Go to Sam. Tell him there's a snow storm. Got it", you said, when you saw the silent prompt in Dean's eyes. Always such a mother hen, your oldest brother. 

•-•-•-•-•-•

Since going outside wasn't an option - despite you wanting nothing more than to have a chance to mess around with the amount of snow ("Too dangerous right now, kid") - you Winchester siblings ended up spending some time together. 

You had a sneaking suspicion Sam and Dean seemed glued to your back for the rest of the day because they were both worried. They worried you'd work yourself into a panic attack or worse if you had the chance to think too much about the fact that you were currently trapped underground. (You were fine, as long as you didn't think about it.) 

"Hey!" You said, watching as Dean's red pawn ate your green one on the board, leaving all four of your pawns back to home base again. "Not fair, Dean! I hate this game." 

Dean chuckled and had an expression of way too much joy on his face. Then his smile faltered when Sam's yellow pawn made it to the same spot as his. 

"Sorry, man", said Sam, not sounding apologetic at all and throwing you a wink as Dean grumbled about never getting another six again. 

"Karma", you whispered ominously to your oldest brother. 

Dean narrowed his eyes, before quickly striking his fingers to your sides. You let out a scream before it was replaced by laughter and giggles. "No– hOOhno! StHOop ith!" 

Dean did stop (after a moment) to let you take your turn. (You rolled four, then he rolled five–"Damn! So close!). Dean didn't let you move back to your original spot, instead throwing an arm around your shoulder and keeping you against his side, occasionally he'd tickle your side if you came too close to his pawn on the board. 

Sam won in the end. 

From Kimble you moved on to a game of pool where they taught you how to hustle money – with strict orders that you were not doing any of that if they had anything to say about it. But really what was the point of teaching you then? 

From pool, deck of cards and poker with matches. Until you started to feel both hungry and tired. The three of you made pancakes (per your request) and made a mess of the kitchen while making them. 

Let's just say lots of flour and laughter was involved. Also Sam throwing you over his shoulder to a fireman's carry for a bit to make you stop throwing bits of flour at him. 

By the time night rolled in you decided that maybe the blizzard hadn't been a bad thing at all. You couldn't remember the last time you had had this much fun with Sam and Dean. Hell, you couldn't remember when the three of you had spend time together without it involving either a case, or talks about demons or angels. There hadn't been a smallest of hints to the family business today – and you quite enjoyed it. 

You ended the night by watching a movie. Dean complained about your choice and you stuck your tongue at him. 

"You said I get to choose so suck it up, brother." 

"Y/N's got a point, Dean. You did give the choice to them", Sam intervened, sensing that you and Dean were about to start a verbal fist fight. You'd never get around watching the movie. 

"Fine!" Dean huffed. "Let's watch this stupid movie then." 

From where you sat half lying on Sam, you poked Dean's side with your foot. "Harry Potter and Philosopher's Stone isn't stupid!" 

Dean grabbed your feet and trapped them on his lap. "Shut up, kid and watch the movie." 

Harry and Ron realized Hermione wasn't with them and went to find her despite there being a troll on the loose at Hogwarts when you opened your mouth. 

"Thanks, Sam, Dean", you said quietly. "I had fun today." 

Sam squeezed your arm gently. "I had fun too." 

"Maybe we should try to do a day like this once in a while — without blizzards", Dean said. "Family day." 

You smiled at the suggestion. The thought of it was nice, but you doubted you'd have a chance to repeat a day like this any time soon. You loved the thought of it anyway. 

[ryssherry]

fight

You and Chris having an argument when both of you having a bad day at work. 

Chris Redfield x female reader

p/s: angst with good ending, a bit fluff, Chris Redfield RE8

There was a day where you just really exhausted from your work and you grabbed a coffee after work with your team mates which majority of them are guys. You work as an architect far from your husband’s career as a captain of BSAA. You are just a normal citizen. Accidentally met Chris Redfield, fall in love and married. 

Chris was not there. He was in his mission for three months somewhere in Europe. You have used to be alone when he was away. You are very understanding despite being a normal people which some doesn’t understand their job to save the world. You had seen so many scars and heartbroken version of Chris. You had been married for almost a year and a half now and Chris trust you the most. 

But not that day. The day you swear to God how could Chris think that way of you. He saw you when he was making his way to buy you some flowers as he was back so suddenly and try to make a surprise. You were sitting at the corner of the cafe with 4 other guys at the table, laughing and smile widely just to wash a stressful day away. You dont’ see him though. Staring at you with a bit of jealousy and stunned. You forgot to tell him that you went out after work and didn’t bother to even check you phone that time.

1 hour passed and you dismissed yourself as the time was already 1910. You was unlocking your apartment grill when you saw a pair of leather shoes outside of your door. ‘Is Chris back?’ you asked yourself and fasten to unlock the door. 

The house was dark but you saw a big figure sitting at your couch from the light outside. You know its Chris. 

“Baby?” you called him out as you switched the light on. 

There he was. Sitting and just staring at the floor. Like spacing out. 

“Chris?” you approached him. He slowly turned his head to you. You can see a bouquet of white tulips beside him. Your favorite flower. But the most obvious thing in you saw was his dark eyes. He looked very tired. He was and you know it.

“You okay baby? You’re home” you kneed on the floor, placing one of your hand on his biceps and the other on his left knee, giving him a warm smile. Your eyes started to water. You missed him so much but something seems of. He did not even move.

You gave him a hug. Placing your arms around his neck. Something was definitely off since he did not even give you a hug back. 

“Is everything okay love?” you asked again and back to your knee. 

“Chris, say something” you shook him slightly. Starting to panic.

“Was it so much fun with those guys?” Chris asked coldly but it struck you to the heart. It shattered to pieces. Your face started to wrinkled. He saw you what?

“You saw me with my friends?” he nodded later.

“I was hanging out with my friends after a bad day at work. That’s all. What? Are you mad about that?” you stood up. Feeling unbelievable.

“It seems like you are better with or without me” he turned his head to the left. “Laughing and smile sweetly” he adds.

“Chris! Are you serious?” you started to rage. He was just being jealous right?

He stood up, walking to your bedroom that you share sweet and sad moments together. You followed him. “Chris, we are still haven’t done talking”. you stood behind his large figure. He took off his coat, prepared to go shower. 

“Redfield! You just came back and decide to assume shits to me? Are for real? Aren’t you supposed to ask me first before make a conclusion by yourself?!” Chris shut the bathroom door, leaving you speechless in the center of your bedroom.

“CHRIS!” 

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You was squeezing yourself in your short and pajamas on your guestroom’s bed. Crying yourself out. Why does Chris being so cruel to you? Does it has to be such a big deal need to be a topic to fight for? Did he accuse you for being unfaithful to him? 

You are loyal to him. You are sure of that. For you, Chris is a perfect person you could ever asked from God. He is matured, reliable and caring. But why does today he had to be such a jerk to say does words to you when he just came back home. Came back to you. Again, you balled your eyes out. 

You cried to the point you feel sleepy. Thank God tomorrow was weekend so your workers will not see your puffy eyes. Your body was facing the wall when you heard the bedroom door’s opened but you already about to doze off. 

You can feel Chris’s figure stand beside the bed. He sat down beside you and just staring at you black hair. One thing about you that he loves the most is your thick and black hair. He loves it and admires it so much because it was your natural hair color and it was so elegant. He remembered when the first time he saw you your hair was ruby red.in the end of it You dyed your hair just for fun that time but time flew by your hair already turned to the original color.

He caressed your hair. He felt a shit tone of guilt to you. He was also having a bad day at his base. He was back from Europe couple of days ago because the mission was a success but just a personal problems at the HQ. He immediately came home to you but to see you happy with other. He felt that he might ruining your day with his problems yet he was feeling jealous when others sees your beautiful laugh and your smile. Its wide with your red lips. Such a kissable lips for him. 

“Hey honey. I...I am... so sorry for saying those words to you. I know I break your heart. I was just.. having a bad day too I should communicate to you. I know I am wrong.” He sighed. Still stroking your hair gently. ‘Fuck, why did I do that to her? She is the love of my life’ he cursed himself.

“Honey, please forgive me.” He stopped. Taking his time.

“I have to admit... yeah, I think jealous is the best word. I feel jealous when other sees how beautiful my wife are. Goddamn it... I...I just wanted to keep you by myself.” He slumped his face on the mattress. Didn’t know or care if you heard it or not because he knows you are likely to be asleep by now. He can always confess again like how he proposed you to be his wife.

Losing you again is not a choice.

He turned his head up when he scenes a movement from you. You turned your body facing him with a half puffy eyes. You both stared each other for a seconds.

“You heard me?” he asked, almost whispering.

“You got me when you touched my hair” you smile thinly.

Chris smile slightly too. 

“I’m sorry love. Didn’t mean to break your heart” He said again. A bit clearer. He looked so helpless in his light grey colored PJ which made you though was cute. Big figured guy in a PJ. Kinda turned you on. 

“You know you can text me when you’re home so that I can go straight to you after work right?” you said. Voice a bit raspy. He bow down. 

“I’m still kinda crappy in making a surprise for you don’t I?” he smirk. You laughed. You lightly pulled his arms so he stood up and joining you on the guestroom’s bed. He laid beside you and you facing each other.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked while staring at your eyes like a puppy. 

“Yes you are Captain Redfield.” you smiled widely with a cheeky giggle. “And please don’t give me a silent treatment. I hate it so much” you uttered, low.

“Yes princess. I am sorry, I promised we will always talk it out first.” 

Both of you smiled warmly. His large hand caressed you cheek and so did your hand. 

“Now give me back my welcome home hug” you demanded with a smirk.

Chris chuckled and gave you huge and tight hug. The best hug you ever had in your life will be always with Chris. It feels like you can feel his love for you flows out of his heart and absorbed into your whole body. Hoping that the love will last. 

p/s; still shitty at making a story. hope you enjoy.

[overmorrowpine]

anyone wanna hear about how snotlout is an npd icon? no? too bad

first of all, the main signposts of npd are typically shame, defensive rage, and low self esteem that is masked by a high opinion of yourself. look at snotlout, and you'll see all of them.

first, npd typically is caused by trauma. and we've seen spitelout be abusive On Screen; key points are in the defenders of berk ("if your sword can't be sharpened anymore, it's time to get a new sword" - him telling snotlout that hookfang, his beloved dragon, should just be thrown away bc hookfang's sick), snotlout near working himself up into a panic attack during the "ceremonial axe" episode in race to the edge only for spitelout to laugh and make it seem like snotlout's overreacting when he sticks up for himself, and countless other interactions where spitelout makes him feel inferior, unsafe, or otherwise upset. like, this fucker DEFINITELY gave snotlout trauma.

edit: here look at this post someone else made it's so much more detailed than this paragraph

then, we have shame. tied into the first part, but; how many times have we seen snotlout desperately try to be good enough? countless times. every mission he wants to do well, he wants to be important, he wants validation of being told he did well, but he fucks up and gets told off instead. we see this happen over and over again, both with the riders and with his dad, where he tries his best and it's not good enough. that episode where spitelout implies that his friends are making him weak and they're just waiting to turn on him, it sends him into a horrible spiral for days. and we don't see him ever show shame, no, but like,, you really think that would fly around spitelout? no way.

then we have defensive rage. i'm not sure we see snotlout show it that much, but there's Definitely been times where it shows up. if i'm not misremembering, there's been a time where he gets mad at hiccup and then flies off angrily. but tbf, i don't really have this symptom either (i overcorrected too hard in the other direction), so whatever.

we also see him deflecting, a lot. i'd bet that all of his annoyingness is a learned "people will be mad at me no matter what i do, so might as well do something for them to be mad about". how many times have we seen him be disrespectful on purpose, make fun of the others, only for them to get mad at him? hell, he finds the wingmaidens because he provoked astrid's ire. it's all a mask, it's all him trying to project "i don't care what you think, i do what i want".

and now, low self esteem. we see him repeatedly struggle with his own importance to others. remember when hookfang was protecting...what was her name, girl hookfang? and snotlout thought he'd been replaced just like that? he was certain that he was less important than a random dragon hookfang just met. we see him push himself harder than anyone else (except maybe astrid) because he thinks he'll never be as good as them, and this is the closest he can get.

and lastly, the high opinion of himself. how many times have we seen him exaggerate his own importance? "that's right, SNOTLOUT got us out of the snow" (glacier island ep, rtte), his constant talking about how everyone must love him. he acts like he's adored because he can't bear to live in the world he does, where he thinks everyone's just waiting for an excuse to get rid of him.

in conclusion snotlout definitely has npd and also deserves better

[hughiecampbelle]

Eek! I’ve never heard of this whole ship request thing before, but it sounds super cool and super fun :) could I have one with anyone in the boys except for, like, the evil ones? Like deep, Homelander, firecracker, etc etc? Hate them sm

I’m a trans guy and I’m bisexual :) I’m actually from the Deep South, but I have heritage in Canada and Mexico. I’m also autistic so I have some sensory problems with noises and textures, and I get really panicked about needles. I am, however, unreasonably obsessed with things. Like many shows and music. (Coincidentally at the time of writing this I physically cannot stop listening to Billy Joel- he’s currently my lifeline during sensory overloads and panic attacks) I’ve also learned enough French to vaguely understand things, hold the first few seconds of a conversation, and roughly translate a lot of texts. It’s not very impressive. I know some ASL, and I use it when I go nonverbal (due to my autism). I have this funny habit of randomly changing my voice and my accent- like if I get excited or stressed out I’ll start being German, French, British, Australian, Russian, Scottish, New York, Canadian, or anything in between. Music is kind of just- my life. It’s my everything.

sorry if this ends up similar to other ship asks you get- but it’s really cool, so thanks for considering it :)

Hi my love! I ship you with: Hughie!!! He loves when you find new interests. There's always something new that's catching your attention, something new that's comforting and cool. He adores that there's so much in the world that you can fall in love with. It helps that you've become infatuated with Billy Joel. You two could listen for hours. It brings a smile to both your faces. Hughie hums along, afraid to sing and mess it all up, but you love the sound of his voice. You're constantly making niche playlists for one another, sharing them when you can't sleep. Hughie wants you to know that he took the time to listen, giving you individual feedback about each song. You love how awkward he is. He's tall and gangly and hasn't yet learned how to exist as he is. You think it's cute that he's a little clumsy, coming to his rescue with band-aids or ice, that he fumbles over his words and is constantly trying to re-explain himself. There's something charming about it, something sweet that instantly gets your attention. Your relationship is easy-going. Despite all the drama with Vought and Homelander and Compound V, you and Hughie have a really stable, easy relationship. There are no mind games, there's no questioning or defensiveness. When you're having issues, you talk it out. He'd never want to hurt you and you'd never want to hurt him. He's been through a lot lately with his dad and that awful Tek Knight party. You make it known you're there for him when he's ready to talk. You're not overly affectionate, but you do hold hands a lot. Especially after something's happened, something bad or scary, you squeeze one anothers hands, making sure the other person knows you're there. Your first date is takeout and a movie. You were supposed to go to the movies, but after the day you've had, after what you've seen and been through, you both come to the mutual conclusion that it would be better just to stay in. You barely even watch the movie, instead you spend the night talking and laughing, unpacking what's happened recently. It's so ridiculous you can't help but laugh at it. Hughie promises, for your next date, if there is a next date, that he'll take you out. You don't mind what happens as long as there is a second date, and third, and fourth. Relationship Headcanon: Hughie learns sign language for you. Or at least, he's trying to. His hands are clumsy and he often gets the signs wrong, but he's doing his best. He's better at understanding it than actually doing it. He wants to be able to better communicate with you when you become non-verbal. He wants to be able to help you, too. He never wants to speak for you, but with your permission, he shares your thoughts and ideas with the group when you can't.

Hope you like it my love!!! Xoxoxo💜💜💜

[phanfictioncatalogue]

(TW) Anxiety (5) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four

After the Storm (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan survived the car crash, but he has to relive it every night in his nightmares. Luckily, he has Phil to comfort him.

All Depths (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Sometimes anxiety makes you come to ridiculous conclusions

all was okay (ao3) - awrfdnp

Summary: Dan helps Phil through an anxiety attack in the middle of the night.

All We Seem to Do Is Talk About Sex (ao3) - truerequitedlove

Summary: In which Dan’s got a boyfriend and a tongue piercing, and Phil’s got a weed hookup and an anxiety disorder. In high school, they were labeled “bad influences on each other,” maybe that would never go away.

Anxious (ao3) - nebulous_frog

Summary: It can be hard to identify anxiety sometimes, which makes it harder to deal with. Sometimes, Phil needs a little help to pull himself out of it.

Building... Building... (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: Phil’s usually far too anxious to mess around with sex on a bad day. He knows; they’ve tried. But Phil thinks, while standing in the kitchen and still feeling the sparks on his skin where Dan had just been so tender and so doting, maybe it’s actually what he needs today.

A fic about anxious days and attention.

Change Will Come (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: Dan’s a depressed university student. Phil’s just a cute coffee shop barista who writes notes on Dan’s hot chocolates.

Chips (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan struggling with the concept that all healthy couples should fight.

Clear your mind (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: Dan is anxious about uploading and Phil offers to help clear his head.

coffee at midnight (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: A recent trauma has lead Phil to embrace a ‘try new things’ approach to his life. One of those new things is learning how to swim, and Dan is the lifeguard who’s going to teach him

Dandelions (ao3) - throughtheirsnoses (det395)

Summary: Phil returns to his small town after studying how to improve his power that lets him grow plants with his mind. Phil is anxious and struggling with the expectations put on him to grow new plant-based medicine and on top of it all, his childhood best friend, Dan, gets his heart broken and turns to Phil as a rebound. Phil panics.

distraction (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: In a few days, Dan's coming out video is going to be posted, and he needs a distraction from the anxiety.

Fun and Convenient (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil is up all night, paranoid and anxious, until Dan comes along to help.

game plan (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: In another universe, Dan posted "the June video" in 2018 as originally planned, right in the middle of the Interactive Introverts tour. But how would he and Phil have handled the gaming channel?

Good Things (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: Everything seems to overwhelm Phil these days. Not just the search for a new job. Not just the constant self-doubt and worry and trouble sleeping. Even things he likes are overwhelming, like Dan’s gentle squeeze of Phil’s shoulder before he walks back over to the lounge.

A fic about perseverance and support.

High By the Beach (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: They get high during the freedom of their Portugal vacation and for a moment there, Phil starts to worry that he and Dan aren't really alright

if you could see it, then you’d understand (ao3) - MANIAvinyl

Summary: There was a point in their relationship when Phil was stable enough for the both of them. But when his anxiety gets worse, he’s not sure how to handle anything; not his panic attacks, not Dan and his still-frequent episodes, and not all the new stresses that come with this kind of fast-paced life.

Of Racing Hearts and Weighted Blankets (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Phil wakes up with anxiety coursing through his body and finds that Dan is a pretty good weighted blanket.

overworked (ao3) - Rawritsamehh

Summary: Phil has a tendency to overwork himself, but Dan knows how to help.

show you my teeth (ao3) - CapriciousCrab

Summary: Sometimes his anxiety is a vicious thing...

Sleep (Don't Count On It) (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: In the middle of the night, Phil struggles through a panic attack.

so you don't have to be brave (ao3) - Jamez

Summary: Dan is having trouble sleeping on tour. Phil helps.

stay (ao3) - irrationalqueer

Summary: Dan’s weight is pressing him down into the mattress. It’s kind of uncomfortable because he’s not a small person, but it’s also kind of grounding.

third times the charm (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Phil doesn't get sick in Japan, Dan worries anyway.

Today forgetfulness is your smile and laugh (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: The wax of worry, rigidness and anxiety the email brewed within him is licked by the flame. Dan has forgotten the words he has written, the anxiety they stirred, and the reality he eventually will have to face, but that’s okay; he’s got his soulmate, and they’ve got each other.

What if (he's the one?) (ao3) - Archive (Curlylinguist)

Summary: It's 19th October 2009, and Dan has a whole lot of thoughts as he travels up to meet Phil for the first time.

when it feels like nothing else matter, will you put your arms around me? (ao3) - commonemergency

Summary: “Sorry.” Phil says.

His father wraps his arms around him, and the embrace feels warm. It’s an embrace that he hasn’t felt in a long time. It’s like when he was a kid and something scary happened and his father just held him like nothing could ever hurt him because his father was there protecting him.

“It’s okay.” His father quietly whispers into his hairline. “It’s okay.”

He didn’t know how to tell him all the things that he wanted to say, like: I don’t know how to stop my thoughts from spiralling out of control. What if the medicine makes it worse? What do we do if things don’t get better? How do I live in a world that doesn’t have my dad in it?

“Let’s just enjoy right now.” His father says, and he doesn’t let go of him.

Weighted Blanket (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Phil is feeling anxious.

[heartshapedbubble]

Hello hello, I'm here for the match-ups!

(for male hunter please!)

I'm 163 cm, have black hair, dark brown eyes, and I'm someone that you can call a gremlin, haha. Although people think I'm not so intimidating with my stature and my strength, I can put up a fight and would not hesitate to struggle or even kick someone's shins if need be. I do end up sometimes being a teensy bit snarky on people I dislike, which some people end up teasing me as being a rabid dog (but it's fine haha).

Aside from that, I actually enjoy drawing and writing— a lot! I'm a huge fan of doing digital pieces and drawing hairstyles, so I usually draw some to see how some of them look. I sometimes do have to look up how anatomy works though, because I don't really... Like posing all that much.

Ahem, other than that, for my personality— I'm really nice to a lot of people, even if some probably saw me at first as a recluse. I enjoy having to be there to help others when they feel down or need someone to vent or to listen to, making me the go-to therapist friend in the friend group. Other than that, I'm knowledgeable when it comes to dealing with conflict and especially with other weird things (mostly with DID/OSDD because of experience and research, anxiety and panic attacks and how to deal with it... That sort of thing) that actually helps me out a lot.

There are some drawbacks to it though, with one being that I'm a lot more stubborn and not as smart as people think. I'm not the type to go down without a fight (as evidence of my first paragraph haha), so I usually push through with my stubbornness unless I'm given a good reason not to. It has landed me in some bad situations, but I've learned my lesson ^^;

I am also honest to a fault and have a bad case of malicious compliance, though in certain issues where I can't resolve conflict, I use what I know and become a... Devil's advocate of sorts. I don't like telling others about it, though, but it's fun seeing people find out about it 🤭

I'm not sure if there's anything else I can say about myself, but I hope this suffices, haha. Anyway, I love your blog, and I hope that this entry didn't break any rules in match ups ^^ happy Valentine's day, admin!

HAPPY LATE (for me, at least) VALENTINES!! 💞💞 and tysm it means a lot <3334

i match you with...

antonio paganini! 🎻

you're short AND feisty? oh he doesn't even know what he's up against

finds it so funny when you try to kick his kneecaps with your full might nd he just scoops you up with his hair like it's nothing

in general he doesn't take your fight-iness(?) and snarkiness(??) seriously most of the time and it's hilarious to him compared how different you two are - short and fighty, tall and calm

if he's feeling extra evil he's going to wrap his hair around your ankle and hold you upside down in the air (not for too long tho he's not THAT mean) for the giggles

DRAWING HAIRSTYLES⁉️⁉️ you've got yourself the perfect muse

like imagine telling him you need to braid bits of his hair for your next piece and he just gently lays his head onto your lap and his locks of hair softly wrap around you ... heaven

anyways would pose for all of your anatomy studies, he even jokingly asks if he needs to take off his shirt (I MEANNNNNN)

generally speaking he makes up for his (sometimes) lack of physical affection by using his hair - wrapping a strand of it around your arm, waist or even fingers

he's too peaceful to even argue with you, each attempted argument will probably end with "whatever you say, amore. i know you have it figured out anyway. you're smarter than you think, lo sai che? "

sometimes he will argue with you for fun tho yk🧐 he enjoys seeing you pull conclusions and arguments out of thin air

since you often have to be a therapist of some sorts he's going to make sure that it doesn't affect you and that you can blow off some steam - feel free to vent to him too, he's a good listener and always ready to provide you with both emotional support and problem-solving ideas

doesn't like giving you life lessons and educating you whenever you mess up, he's not your dad after all and he fucked up a lot of things in his life too :/ just wants you to go with the flow and take every chance you get, if you ever need any kind of support he's gonna be there for you no matter what

[nervouswreckhere]

Behold! My brainchild! aka Moorington family backstory/prequel

Wana didn't know what to make of her brother.

At first glance, he was a typical grown-up - grey hairs and stress lines. He was even trying to grow a beard!

And yet, despite being almost a carbon copy of their father, he was fun.

He took her out of the stuffy room her mom had left her in and then spent an hour and a half summoning sparkly lights for Wana to play with.

But still - him being fun didn't mean he was an okay person. Wana had only known him for three days; she needed more time to gauge his intentions.

Wana couldn't jump to conclusions even if he had shown her the kitchen and made her hot chocolate when she asked him to. She had to be sure.

Merlok might appear nice and funny now, but he could be pretending like da- like Gareth had been.

"Wanda, are you listening?" her father asked, his voice edged with what she thought was irritation. "This concerns you as well."

Wana frowned but turned her head toward him. Looking through her curls, she took in her parents' appearances for the first time since they ushered her into the sitting room.

Her mom's hair was out of her usual braids, looking limp and lifeless without the colorful scarf woven between the locks. Her eyes were devoid of their spark; warm brown turned to cracked mud. She looked haggard and tired beyond anything the girl had seen before.

Even after the Accident, she had looked better.

Her father, on the other hand, looked unbothered. His long white beard didn't have a hair out of place, and his sharp features were stuck in a calm mask. Were it not for the flinty look in his eyes, Wana would have thought he and mom hadn't been arguing for days.

Wana hadn't known he was her real father. She always thought Gareth was her dad - but look at how that turned out.

Maybe Zagryeth being her dad would be a nice change. (Even in her head, she couldn't force the words to sound sincere.)

"Wanda, this is important."

He kept calling her that.

Wanda.

Wanh-duh. It sounded wrong - not at all like her. Too old and harsh. She was Wana Foreman, daughter of the best tailor in Dnullib. She was never Wanda, always Wan or Wana.

"'M listening," she mumbled, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. She looked Zagryeth in the eye, ignoring the growing knot in her stomach.

"For your sake and for mine, I hope you are." A furrow appeared between his brows. "And don't mumble - it is not proper."

Wana stomped down the urge to roll her eyes and scoff. Her mom might find her attitude 'adorable' and 'cute', but she didn't think her father would share the sentiment.

They didn't seem to share anything.

Ignorant of her thoughts, Zagryeth continued. "Are you aware of what happened? Why you and your mother had to come here?"

Wana frowned. "'Cause I did something bad."

For the first time since sitting down, her mom chimed in. "No, honey, you didn't. I should have been paying attention to the signs, then maybe none of this would have happened..."

The girl just looked at her from below her brows. 

She remembered the screaming, the panic. The fear, twisting her mom's soft features into something terrible. Wana didn't think knowing what would have happened could have, in any way, changed the outcome.

Maybe being a wizard allowed one to read minds because her father snorted with derision. "It would have happened either way - the only difference being the girl would have known what was happening to her - and even then, she would have been unable to do anything about it."

Zagryeth turned to face her mom, his mouth twisted and his cool eyes alight. "You should have brought her here the moment she was born. She would have been taught everything she needed to know, and every accident that might have occurred would have been dealt with immediately!"

Wana slouched, suddenly uncomfortable. She entwined her hands together, fidgeting with them as she started counting. One, two, three…

Her mother reared up, her face going slack with shock before darkening with rage. "And if she had been normal?! If she hadn't had power coursing through her veins? Then what?"

...seven, eight, nine…

When the wizard didn't answer, her mother stood up, her chair rattling from the force of her movement. Wana flinched, but neither one of her parents reacted, the girl - forgotten in the heat of the moment.

"She would have been thrown aside without a thought for her future or her feelings! And even if she had powers, what would have happened to me in this perfect scenario of yours?" Mom snarled, her hair fanning around her face like a dark halo as she got up in his face, "Would you have let me stay, or would you have stolen my child from me and left me to rot? Or would you have kept me around because of pity - the mistress and the bastard of the council member?"

Wana's eyes, which were the size of dinner plates, were glued to the arguing pair. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she tried and failed to calm down. Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…

"I would have never-!"

"I wouldn't have married you even if you asked! And you wouldn't have! There would have been gossip. Even with your position, the court wouldn't have let this one go! They would have whispered behind our backs, would have pointed fingers."

With each word, the volume of her speech increased.

"They would have criticized the color of my skin, my accent, my age. Everything. Wanda would have gotten the burn of it too! Every single moment she didn't showcase some extraordinary feat of magic, she would have been ridiculed!"

Twenty-nine, thirt- Suddenly, everything screeched to a halt.

Wana's ears rang.

Magic. Magic. Magic.

Did she have magic?

The girl thought back to the day of the Accident. Thought about the cracking sound echoing in her head as the world around her exploded. Before everything disappeared in blaze and darkness, Wana remembered the itch, the feeling that buzzed beneath her skin, expanding.

It had always been there, pleasantly filling in the silence between games. It whispered in her dreams, and it danced with her joy. Was that magic?

She didn't know. But she wanted to learn.

Her father's voice brought her back to the present. The scorn in his voice was clear and scathing against her ears. "Edme, you didn't protect her by keeping her away. You didn't do her a favor."

Her mom faltered, looking crushed; her fire extinguished with a few words. The knots in Wana's stomach returned as she saw the slump of her shoulders and the slight hitch in her breathing.

Zagryeth didn't notice those things. Now it was his turn to get into her face, his voice harsh and mocking. "She will be ridiculed. She will be teased and maybe even bullied. There is little damage control I can do seven years past the point of no return. She will suffer, and that is on you."

A sob tore through the air, breaking the stalemate between the adults. Finally remembering that they were not alone in the room, both adults turned towards their daughter.

Wana was too busy trying to muffle her sobs to notice the looks of panic and horror that passed through her parents' faces. One of her hands was pressed flush to her mouth while the other feverishly brushed the rivets of tears streaming down her cheeks.

She was a big girl - she shouldn't be crying over something as trivial as- as- Another loud sob escaped her mouth, accompanied by a new wave of tears.

Wana didn't want to be bullied or to be pointed at - she didn't want to live here, away from her friends, away from her home. (She ignored the voice in the back of her mind whispering that said friends had already been ignoring her for weeks. She pushed back the daily reminder that home wasn't home anymore.)

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms embraced her shaking figure. The familiar smell of bergamot and fresh linen tickled her nose as she burrowed her face in her mother's hair.

"I'm sorry, Wana." The girl heard her mom whisper. "We shouldn't have spoken like that in front of you."

"D-do we havta come and live here?" whimpered Wana, her sobs slowly subduing.

"I'm afraid so, starlight. But don't listen to what Za- what your father said. You won't be bullied or harassed - I will make sure of it. Your father will make sure of it. Wouldn't you, Zagryeth?"

"But of course!" the wizard exclaimed.

Leaving the safe haven that was her mother's curls, Wana raised her head and took in the tall silhouette her father cut.

Zagryeth was as stiff as a board and just as inviting. His violet hat was a bit askew, and his lips were taut with discomfort. But his eyes, his hard, cool eyes, were serious - he was serious.

He would do everything in his power to ease her path. And maybe, just maybe, she would let him.

Her mom, likely sensing a shift in her mood, loosened her embrace enough to be able to look at her. Her eyes flickered across Wana's face, her thumbs gently wiping off any residual tears. "Better?"

Wana hummed, her gaze flitting back and forth between her parents. Her mind replayed the argument between them and one point stood out to her. Uncertainty crept in as she grimaced at the thought. "You won't leave me, right? Even if I do something bad?"

"No. Never!" Kneeling before her, the woman smiled, her slightly crooked front tooth on full display. "Nothing you do, no matter how bad, could make me leave you. Nothing. Wana, remember that. Nothing."

Looking at her mom now, Wana couldn't help but remember the Accident. She recalled the way the world around her exploded. The sickening crack. The silence.

She thought of Gareth and the empty look in his eyes.

Through it all, her mom had been with her. Despite the terror in her eyes, she had held Wana close, comforting her as best as she could. She stood tall even when the neighbours talked, and the kids started avoiding her.

Now, her eyes were devoid of the fear they had once held, but the conviction in them was the same as then.

"Okay," the girl whispered. "I'll remember."

Her mom's smile widened even further, the spark in her eye reigniting. It was smaller and not as vibrant as it had been, but it was there.

Wana tore her gaze away from her and turned toward her father.

He looked uncomfortable and out of place with his sparkly purple robe and fancy staff, standing straight as a rod in the middle of the ordinary room, but the steely glint in his eyes hadn't changed.

He would be there, his eyes promised.

Wana sniffed and offered him a watery smile. Zagryeth didn't react outwardly, but the girl could have sworn the right corner of his lips twitched.

Her mom shuffled, squeezing Wana one more time before letting go. She stood, impervious to the snot covering parts of her hair and shoulder, and threw a fierce look at her father. "You will not let anything happen to her."

Zagryeth scowled. "But of course not! She is my daughter - I will let nothing happen to her."

Wana wiped her nose with her hand, giggling at his grimace. "Thanks, dad."

A strange expression appeared on his face before he smothered it into a neutral mask. "Your manners will make my job twice as hard.” He sighed, fake exasperation coloring his voice. “The sacrifices one makes for their offspring."

Her mom rolled her eyes, shooting a conspiring smile toward Wana. "Ignore him - you are perfect the way that you are."

Wana felt the remains of her nervousness fade as she watched her father puff his cheeks in indignation.

"Not if she uses her sleeves to wipe off her nose! It's unhygienic and-!" Zagryeth cut himself off as if just realizing how ridiculous he sounded.

Wana had to bite her tongue so as not to let out the laugh building in her throat. This was the first time she had ever seen her father less than serious. She didn't think Zagryeth could ever be anything but uptight.

He coughed delicately in his fist before standing up straight. "Ehem. Now with that issue settled, let us return to the original topic. Wanda's future and education."

Any trace of amusement evaporated from the girl's mind. Her full attention glued itself to the purple-clad figure, anticipation thrumming like a live wire inside her.

Her mother took the place next to her father, standing shoulder to shoulder with the wizard. A somber expression marred her face. "Wana, you have magic. And as far as I understand, you have enough of it to need to learn how to control it."

"Had I known earlier about you," Zagryeth continued, ignoring the venomous look her mom gave him, "there would have been an option to seal your magic until you were older. Then had you wished, we would have gradually removed the bindings so you could learn how to control it.

"Unfortunately, any natural block you might have had - that is on what the seal is built - was completely broken. Now, we may be able to-"

Her mom sighed, a warm but exasperated smile twisting her lips. "Zig, return to the topic; you are losing her."

Wana's mind had started wandering, but her father didn't need to know that. "'M paying attention!"

"Even if you were," Mom pointed out, "he still needs to get to the point."

"Ahem, what I was trying to say is, Wanda, you have two options." Her father's expression turned grave, with no traces of its previous animation. "We can either try and seal it - and if we succeed, understand that there will be no guarantee that we would be able to reverse it."

Wana gulped, finally comprehending the seriousness of the conversation. "So if I decide to seal my- my magic, I won't have it anymore. It will be gone?"

"Most likely... yes."

She wouldn't have magic. No more itches she couldn't scratch. No more static-filled hair.

No more life-endangering explosions.

"The other option is for me - or some other wizard if you so wish - to teach you control." Zagryeth twirled one end of his pearl-white mustache, gaze pensive. "Simple spells and some basic knowledge to establish a base you can later in life build upon. It will be hard - a life-long commitment."

He turned his gaze on Wana, his steel grey eyes - the same color as hers - pinning the girl to her seat. "Do you want time to think about it or have you already decided?"

Wana took in the look on his face, the lines around his mouth, before turning towards her mom.

She stood silent, her expression unreadable. It didn't change when Wana tilted her head, the question clear in the curve of her lips.

After a few seconds, during which her gaze flickered around the room, Wana looked down at her hands. They were rough and scrapped from all the time she spent outside playing. Most of her nails were bitten down, while the rest were broken and jagged.

The girl sighed and let go of the lip she had been nervously biting. "I want to learn."

"You do?" both her parents exclaimed, their tones differing greatly from one another.

Wana hummed, resolution sparkling in her eyes. "Yes. I do."

And she did. She was all gangly limbs and sharp edges. She wasn't beautiful like her mother, nor was she as effortlessly striking as her father.

She was awkward, a bit hot-headed, and too suspicious for her own good, but Wana liked herself. Magic included.

"I want to learn. I really do. Magic's a part of me - and I like me."

Her mom let out a shaky laugh, her eyes turning misty. "If you are sure, starlight. We will do only what you want to do."

"Within reason of course," her father hurried to add.

Wana chuckled, sure of her decision.

She would be learning magic!

"What will I be learning?" she asked, excitement filling her mind. "Will I learn the spark magic Merlok showed me? Will me and mom be staying here or would we live somewhere else? What type of-"

Her mom sniggered as her father sputtered. None of his solemnity had survived Wana’s whirlwind of moods, and the flabbergasted look on his face was truly comical.

After a few moments - during which her mom shook with silent laughter - Wana finally stopped talking, her expression expectant.

Seeing as Zagryeth wasn't going to answer anything, the woman smiled, discreetly wiping a tear out of her eye. "Let’s try again, one question at a time. Hm?"

Wana pouted but did as asked. "Will we live here? With dad?"

Her mom looked at her father, who had finally regained his composure and nodded. "I think so, yes. Anything else?"

"What magic will I be learning?" Wana questioned, vibrating slightly in her seat.

"Well, your father should-"

"Ahem." Zagryeth coughed, mask firmly in place. "You will learn the basics of all spheres - types - of magic. Afterward, if you want to continue learning, you will either be taken as an apprentice or self-study in the area you have the most interest in."

"What's your specialty? Merlok told me every wizard or witch had one. Does it have anything to do with the designs on your staff?!"

"To a point, you are correct." He waved a hand towards his staff. As if on command, the suspended metal star twirled, sparkling as it went. "I have been told I have an affinity for prophecy. Telling the future and such gimmicks. Unfortunately, I do not believe in fate and preordained paths, so I never truly developed that talent for more than a fun party trick."

"So it was a party trick!" Wana's mom exclaimed, reminding the other two they weren't alone in the room.

"Yes? Kind of?" Zagryeth stuttered, two bright red spots appearing on his cheeks. "I might have already had a drink or two before I met you."

"Or five?" her mom smirked, tilted her head, and put her hands on her hips.

"Absolutely not!" he exclaimed before wilting. "...that was after."

Wana frowned at the two adults, annoyance raging in her chest. "Can we get back to what dad's magic is? Or when I'll start learning? Or-"

"Err, yes, yes. I work with runes and magical-imbued hieroglyphs - passive magic, as we call it. As you can see-" he pointed at the many shelves adorning the room- "I have a few books and scrolls on the topic."

A few was a bit of an understatement. Three out of the four walls were covered in shelves, which, in turn, were bustling with scrolls and books. All of them looked in mint condition, even though most seemed at least a century old.

Wana had never seen so many books before in her life. Actually, she had seen more books in the house than she had seen in the entire Dnullib.

Just as she opened her mouth to ask another question, a timid knock came from the door.

Giving her what she thought was an apologetic look, her father turned to the door. "Come in."

A plump, dark-haired lady walked in. She wore a long black dress over which she wore a white apron - the same outfit the woman that first saw to Wana and her mom when they came here wore.

"Master Zagryeth," she said, curtsying slightly, "council member Trento is here to see you."

Her father startled. "It's time already? No matter." He turned toward Wana and offered her a small smile. "Why don't you write down your questions? I will try and answer them as soon as I can."

Wana returned the smile, shaky as it was, and nodded.

For a second there, she had forgotten her father was part of the wizards' council - and so was a busy man.

This had been the longest conversation Wana had held with him since she got here three days ago. The only other time she saw him at all was during meals, and even they were extremely short.

He didn't know her at all. And yet her tiny smile seemed enough to ease his way out, nodding at her mom as he did so.

Just after the door had clicked shut, her mom slumped loudly in her chair like a puppet whose strings were cut. Her shoulders shook as the emotions from today hit their peak. Wana didn't waste time going to her and hugging her hard.

Her mom squeezed her back just as strongly, rocking the girl back and forth as she did.

"We'll make it through," she said, her voice muffled in Wana's tresses. "Do you hear me, starlight? We will make it through."

"Yes, mom. We will."

And they - she would. Not without change, mind. Wana Foreman, a simple girl, would die so Wanda Moorington, witch in training, would thrive. Not a big difference in the grand scheme of things, but a difference nonetheless. It was after all, history in the making.

part 1 of hopefully more? 

i love making things tragic and this just sprung out of my head as if it was Athena itself - but i am neither Zeus nor is this a paragon of wisdom: i just find wanda neat and i want merlock to be an awesome brother

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[hard-core-super-star]

okay, it's not. take care of yourself 😔 agsjakak yeahhh but we can still talk after you take said own time. look at you, getting good at guessing the time. so bossy...🙄 lmao okay, that was the last time- I think. the clarification is: the jury likes me too much to convict me or something like that, there is literally no way to clarify more than that. that said, I'm not going to take advantage of the jury's kindness.

doesn't count!! There's no way it counts as an unfinished sentence if it means I was literally speechless 😭 stop it kwhskskwkdks I won't admit anything. I'm fine.

can I tell you maybe another time? maybe another day? or maybe in another life? this is like... a secret 🤫 I mean, yes?? I thought unfinished sentences were unfinished but they conveyed the right message- learning a new language by listening to music is so good, and definitely more enjoyable tho. I thought I could handle this “little star” thing but I really can’t, jesuswjskak also, yes, maybe? maybe, just maybe I can think of something for you. yup, pain can definitely show that we are alive, but we must be careful not to seek it just for the sake of feeling something (totally a warning for Isabella Swan and that obsession with putting herself in danger just to see Edward's ghost)

I just wanted to say that it's funny, not that I find your pain funny ksjskskak okay, I don't know how to explain it, you can send me to jail now. WAIT A MINUTE HDHSJAKA “beebo” is a reference to that toy that became the god of war in legends of tomorrow??? but the cat's side is where I really belong.

I'm almost sure that the warnings say “smut with plot” or something like that kshsjskskk if there is, that explains it. yes, you can see how much she just needs someone to give some attention to her, just like a puppy 🥹 I didn't complain and I'm sure literally no one complained about you bringing up the puppy thing again. and I blindly agree, both divinely good. (YES, IT IS- I think this time I won't be stubborn about it, this time 😑 good morning! It's no longer morning here, but still)

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thank you! i'm so glad you're finally on my side for once. yeahhhh but these messages are the highlight of my day. thank you, i'm skilled like that :) i'm both offended and impressed by your audacity rn, smh. but i guess since it's the last time, it's fine but you're on thin ice 🤨 the clarification is very much appreciated and incredibly accurate. the jury will keep this in mind.

uh, nope, they certainly count! but i'll accept them only because you admitted to being speechless. hmm, idk, i'm pretty sure you already did admit it with these reactions but go off, ig.

i'll accept another day, this secret has got me intrigued. they did but i thought i was jumping to the wrong conclusions so if you had finished them in the first place, you would have saved me some time. it's so fun! except when i attempt to sing along and realize i can't pronounce anything lmao. i've noticed lmao but i like your reactions to the nickname too much to not use it as often as possible. i have complete faith in you, i'm sure you'll come up with something that will make me react the same way you react to "little star" and all its, cute, variations. yeah, that's a good point. i think i might have sought it out a bit too much when i was younger, chasing after all the wrong people and stuff like that 😶 [yeah...i totally got that reference...]

i know, i just wanted to be a pain lmao. you're alright, you won't be sent to jail...yet. sljgajhdgj YEAH, it's also a really stupid reference to the lead singer of panic! at the disco because the day beebo showed up at my house, i got in the car and ME! by taylor swift was playing so...beebo seemed like the way to go. [and no, i still don't know why the fandom calls him beebo lmao] i want to be upset but i do understand 😔

yeah, i think they do lmao. i usually put that warning because i get very carried away lmao. she's so puppycoded for real, i just want to hug her close and give her head pats 🥹 i really hope you're right because there's no way the puppy thing won't be coming back in other fics lmao. i'm glad we agree. [lmao, too bad i can't offer any real help. aw, thank you, i appreciate it <3 it's about to not be morning anymore here either lmao]

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SUMMARY: Dagon and Belgirel lose each other and find each other in the chaos of her coronation party. TRIGGERS: NSFW mentions, panic attack, PTSD, Depression WRITTEN WITH: @offallenfeathers (Belgirel, Seir, Athena, Murmur)

DAGON & TENACITY: Dagon, Tenacity, and Seir strode into the room where Belgirel was waiting for them. Dagon was already a little tipsy and giggly. Tenacity had been helping her pre-game to keep the nerves at bay before the crowning ceremony. He knew her well enough to know what the right amount of drinks was to get her buzzed without going so overboard that she lost her ability to control her empathy manifestation. He was doing a fabulous job because she seemed to practically glide on air as she walked over to Belgirel and threw her arms around him. The train of her beautiful tulle dress swooshed behind her with the effort and her crown would’ve fallen from her head if her snakes hadn’t adjusted to accommodate for the movement. She giggled when Gears caught her. "I missed you.” She leaned in and kissed him deeply.

“Ah, young love. So beautiful. So horny,” Tenacity teased as he leaned against Seir. “You clean up good, Gears.”

BELGIREL & SEIR: Seir was glad that Tenacity was making sure that Dagon had a steady dose of alcohol to keep her feeling light. He hadn't always been one for the pageantry of ceremonies for royalty, but that might've just been because he hadn't had his best friend throughout most of it until recently. Tenacity had a way of bringing more fun into these kinds of things, not that Seir couldn't have fun on his own. Tenacity just made it better. He smiled as they led Dagon to her boyfriend.

Belgirel had been sitting at the table looking bored before he saw Dagon and lit up as he got up to meet her. He giggled with her when he caught her.  "I missed you too." He used his free hand that wasn't holding her to pet the snakes in her hair, giving a few of them some kisses too. "How are you feeling?" He asked. Obviously she was drunk, but drunkenness could easily turn against you. Besides, he imagined all the pageantry would be overwhelming for her. "We could always just go home and skip all this, get in bed under the covers, and you can tell me about your day while I rub your back," he whispered.

It was sweet to bear witness to, and it made Seir feel a little like he did before the war where the people he loved and cared for were happy. He wrapped his arm around Tenacity as he leaned against him. "Somehow I don't believe that he'd just be rubbing her back. I know I wouldn't if I took you home. Well, I might rub something, but it wouldn't be your back." He smirked.

Belgirel looked up when Tenacity spoke directly to him. "I always have." He grinned. He may not have been clothes savvy, but he knew people always thought he looked good. "Val helped with the clothes though."

DAGON & TENACITY: Ten was glad for this party. Waking up and realizing how long he'd been unconscious and how much life he'd missed out on had made him terribly upset and regretful. He had a talk with Seir and Dagon about it independently and came to the conclusion that he could either wallow in that feeling of missing out or he could start living life again. He'd chosen the latter and he didn't regret it one bit. The pageantry and attention was fun, especially since they'd all been part of the planning process. But he had even more fun in those behind the scenes moments where they were just waiting around or walking from one place to another. He liked the way Dagon and Seir's faces seemed to light up as they danced to whatever playlist he put on or the way they got so animated when they drunkenly told stories about the past. These past few months had felt heavy, but today…today things finally felt light again.

Dagon’s snakes squeaked happily at Belgirel’s touch. The few of them that he kissed turned a pink color before fainting and melting back into hair. It appeared as though he had an avid fanbase. Dagon laughed and soothed down some of her snakes. “I’m doing okay,” she promised him. “These two have been keeping me above water.” She meant that literally. Her usual instinct at these parties was to slip out and find her way to the sea. As nervous as she had been with all those people watching her, the thought of running away hadn’t crossed her mind today. But today wasn’t over yet. There was still a party downstairs. “At any normal party we could probably get away with that, but I think my absence will be noticed at this one.” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “But, we can certainly devise an escape plan if we do want to sneak out for a little bit to do some rubbing,” she giggled.

Tenacity lost it. He was a flurry of giggles both at Seir’s comments and at Dagon’s general drunkenness. “Sounds like a promise to me,” he teased Seir. He hoped that things would stay like this, but the room downstairs was a wholly different beast. They probably needed a little bit more liquid courage to battle that behemoth. He strode over to the liquor cabinet and examined it. “Val knows how to pick good outfits,” he agreed. Dagon looked Belgirel up and down in an admiring fashion as though she also agreed. “And Lucifer knows how to pick out good booze.” He plucked several bottles from the cabinet, ones marked for the living and some marked for the dead. “I’ll make us a drink for the road.”

BELGIREL & SEIR: Belgirel loved Dagon's snakes. He was glad that one of his creations was able to bring her some support even with him being dead, but they also provided a lot of insight to how Dagon felt most of the time too. She wasn't really hard to read, but it felt nice seeing it displayed in this way. They could be overdramatic at times, but he liked that. "That's good. Thanks guys." He nodded to Tenacity and Seir. Seir gave him a casual salute. "Who's to say we can't get away with it? I'm great at getting away with things. They'd have to track us down, and I've found a lot of hiding places while living here."

Seir smiled while Tenacity broke into a fit of giggles. Seir was drunk too, but not as much as Tenacity and Dagon, not yet anyways, but he was working his way up there. "Just don't forget the fact that Belphegor can hear you," he reminded Belgirel. He understood that the dead archangel wanted all the time with Dagon to himself that he could have, but it might've worried their twin if they disappeared. "I don't think you want a redo of them walking in on you two . . .rubbing . . . again." Hearing about that had been hilarious, but he didn't think Dagon wanted to experience it again. Seir followed Tenacity to the liquor cabinet and examined the bottles he had pulled, paying attention to the distinction between the alcohol for the living and the dead. There were large stickers in bold writing on the alcohol for the dead that said "NOT FOR THE LIVING, MEDICAL ATTENTION CANNOT SAVE YOU IF YOU DRINK THIS!" He was sure some people would still drink it if they weren't watched. "It's too bad we can't effectively do a taste comparison. I'm curious enough to want to know what the alcohol for the dead tastes like, but I'm not dumb enough to drink it. Was Belphegor able to taste it when you helped them make it? Or did the dead just taste to see if it was good enough?"

"It was a bit of both," Belgirel explained, straightening up, though he he didn't let go of Dagon. "Figs tried it, and a couple of us tried it with them."

DAGON & TENACITY: Tenacity inclined is head in a polite bow when Belgirel thanked him and Seir. “All in a day’s work,” he grinned. He didn’t know how Dagon managed without the two of them for all these centuries. Poor thing. Dagon didn’t doubt what Gears was saying, but she also wasn’t lying when she’d indicated she wasn’t overwhelmed to the point of needing to run away and hide yet. Her right hands had done a wonderful job at keeping those tendencies of hers at bay. For a moment, she wondered if Belgirel was trying to tell her that he was overwhelmed and wanted to run away. Maybe he’d seen the ceremony and deemed that the party would be too much for him, and he was trying to communicate that to her now. She couldn’t run from this party, not immediately anyway, without sending the wrong message. But just because she had to do these things, it didn’t mean Gears had to subject himself to it too. She could complete these pageantries on her own, show her face among the crowd for an hour or so, and then disappear to find him again.

Or maybe he just needed reassurance that despite the crowd gathered in the ballroom below, she still planned to give him her attention fully and wholly tonight. She just needed to make one general welcoming speech and then she would be at his side for the rest of the night. Her soft features scanned him, trying to read the situation. She was picking up many things but the alcohol in her system made it hard to sus out what feelings were Belgirel’s and which ones might’ve belonged to Tenacity or Seir. She determined that she would ask Gears once her right hands departed. A snake nuzzled against his neck to silently reassure him that no matter what path they chose tonight things would be okay. “Oh gods,” she snorted, a blush turning a handful of snakes pink in the process, when Seir brought up Belphegor walking in on her and Gears. “I was trying to forget about that, thanks.”

Tenacity broke into another fit of giggles. They were never gonna let Dagon forget about that but he’d gladly let her dream. He glanced at the bottle in his hands when Seir remarked that he was curious but not stupid enough to drink it. Tenacity turned to bottle in his hands and admired the glittering liquor in it. Seir might not have been stupid enough but something about the bottle was calling out to Ten. He must’ve been staring at it for too long because of one Dagon’s snakes gently bopped him on the hand to get his attention. He patted it’s head to assure her he was just thinking about it, but he wasn’t going to do it. He’d learned that these little intrusive thoughts beckoning him to test the limits of his immortality were ironically called ‘calls to the void.’ He was learning to ignore such calls. “I hope they had fun making it,” the fallen virtue grinned as he mixed together some drinks for the four of them. Fun seemed to be something Belphegor was deprived of a lot these days. Tenacity distributed the drinks to his friends and took a bottle for himself. “To the four f’s of life: family, friends, fun, and fucking.” He cheered, clanking his bottle against their glasses before the four of them all knocked back their shots.

BELGIREL & SEIR: Belgirel smiled as Dagon's snake nuzzled up to him, patting its head. He could tell that she was trying to reassure him about not being able to leave here, but he didn't really mind. He didn't think he'd have any problems with the crowd here. He'd always been a people person, and most of the people would be more focused on Dagon anyways. Tonight wasn't about him. It was about her, and he was here to support her. He laughed when Seir brought up what Belphegor had walked into. "Hey, if Figs doesn't want to see that kind of stuff, they should learn to knock." Belphegor had gotten better about that since the incident. They didn't tend to slip through the floors in private areas like bedrooms, though Belgirel and Dagon didn't always keep their intimate moments to just the bedroom. Thankfully, they hadn't had something like that happen again, mainly because Belphegor was overly cautious. They didn't want to see their twin and their best friend fucking, and everyone was glad for that.

Seir watched as Tenacity eyed the alcohol for the dead, making sure that he wasn't stupid enough to drink it either. He understood it was tempting, not so much in a suicidal way but more for curiosity's sake. So far, there was only one person who could taste the food of the living and dead. He was glad that Dagon's snakes kept Ten from going too far. "I'm sure they did since they were doing it with your help." Tenacity knew how to bring more fun to most situations, so he couldn't imagine Belphegor not having a good time with it. "I hope someone's making sure they're drinking tonight too, but they are the designated driver." Only Cupid and Belphegor could get home, so either everyone was spending the night here, or Belphegor and Cupid had to spend the rest of the night as the taxi service. They all clinked their glasses together and cheered. "Well, I guess we should get this show on the road then. I think it's about time we head out there." He held out his elbow for Tenacity.

DAGON & TENACITY: The sound of Belgirel’s laugh was like kindling to Dagon’s soul. She wanted to do nothing but hear him laugh again and again and again. “It serves them right, really,” she giggled. “I saw things I couldn’t unsee when they had Asmo’s grace.” They were horny any time they thought of Cupid and it turns out they think if Cupid very often.

“That one was my favorite,” Ten smiled. “Very educational…for them.” His smile only grew when Seir assured him that Belphegor must’ve had a lot of fun making the drinks because he’d been there to help them. That was the important thing, really. Tenacity didn’t care for the process of making alcohol so much as he cared about Belphegor having a good time doing it. He saw the small, concerned look cross Dagon’s face when traveling was brought up. Tenacity patted her hand. “We’ll make sure they don’t overwork themselves tonight. The ferry goes out twice tonight. If people miss it…” He shrugged. “Guess they’re sleeping over then.”

Dagon squeezed his hand and gave him a grateful look. She wanted Belphegor and Cupid to have a good time tonight, but she didn’t know if she’d be able to keep track of them while she was forced to mingle with the other leaders gathered here. She laughed and echoed the cheers that Tenacity came up with before knocking back her drink. It’s warmth and slight sting brought renewed color to her cheeks. “Hell be with you, gentlemen,” she winked and made the sign of the cross over them as Tenacity looped his arm under Seir’s.

“And also with you, Princess,” Tenacity beamed. He used his free hand to knock on the heavy oak doors and they opened up. Dagon watched as he and Seir disappeared down the hall. Right before the door closed again, she could hear the swell of orchestra music begin to play down below as it announced their grand arrival.

As the room fell into silence again, she turned and looked at Belgirel. Warmth filled her chest again. Valefar really did outdo herself with this outfit choice for him. Dagon had to remember to thank her. She leaned in and kissed him deeply. She swore kissing him had more of an effect on her than the alcohol. She felt dizzy and dreamy when they pulled away. “I really did miss you,” she murmured as their lips brushed against one another. “It’s a big crowd out there. Are you sure you want to do this?”

BELGIREL & SEIR: "I don't think I want to have walked into what they walked into, but I wish I could've been there when Figs first got his grace." Belgirel had missed a lot while he'd been dead, but the whole idea of Belphegor with Lust in them was such a strange concept to him. When Cupid had come into the Empty, he'd seen them openly flirting and kissing, and that was strange enough, but the idea of them being ridiculously horny was just so unimaginable to him. He could barely believe it when he'd been told the two of them had sex at all. It just sounded so bizarre that he wished he could have witnessed some of it.

Seir nodded when Tenacity said they'd make sure Belphegor didn't overwork themself. He was sure a bunch of the people who had come wanted to spend the night anyways, especially Belphegor's siblings, who he was sure wanted to use this party as an excuse to see them. They had recently worked through their death touch, and he was pretty sure they were all ready to dogpile them. Belgirel seemed relieved by that as well. Seir was happy that they could relieve the pair some of the weight off their shoulders before they left the room.

Although Belgirel was happy to see Dagon's two right hands, he was also relieved to see them leave, so he could have a little bit of time with Dagon to himself. Once they got done with the ceremony, they'd be back together, but they wouldn't be alone like this. He fell into her eyes as she leaned in for a kiss. He held her close with one hand, and used the other to play with the snakes in her hair, giving them as much affection as her. "I know. I missed you too." He glanced towards the door when she mentioned the crowd. He hadn't really seen much of it while he was waiting in here for her, but he didn't really feel intimidated by the idea of a crowd. He'd always been a people person. He thrived in crowds, and he never really had a problem with the groups in the Empty. "Me?" he laughed. "I'm not the one they're all here for. I'll be fine. It's you I'm worried about." She might've been basically running her kingdom all of her life, but that didn't mean it made it any easier to deal with crowds with the kind of depression and anxiety she felt. "But I'm sure you're going to be fine. You look stunning, and everyone already loves you. Genuinely."

DAGON: "Asmo says he's always happy to give them another donation of his grace," she laughed. She was pretty sure Asmo was serious about the offer, but she hoped Bells would never take him up on it. She was glad Asmo's grace opened the way for understanding but she was also glad to have her Belphegor back.

She let out a pleasant little noise of contentment when Belgirel's lips fell upon her. Her snakes playfully nipped at his fingers. She deepened the kiss causing him to pull forward until she was backed into a sturdy wall by the time they pulled away from each other. She trailed a few kisses down his sculpted jawline and neck when his head turned to survey the door. The demon nodded softly and moved to kiss his adam's apple when he remarked that he could handle the crowd. "I just have to make one speech," she replied as a snake gently tipped his chin in the other direction so Dagon could give this side of his beautiful jawline the attention it deserved. "And then I'll be right back at your side." She pressed a kiss to a sensitive spot just below his ear and grinned. She could feel exactly what her attention was doing to him. "But we don't have to go out there just yet. After all," she kissed that sensitive spot again. "A Princess is never late, nor early. She arrives precisely when she means to." A devious twinkle shown in her eyes. "And she really missed you."

BELGIREL: "Belphegor probably isn't as easy to convince though." He wasn't all too sure how Belphegor really felt about all the graces they had to take in. There was actually quite a lot that Belgirel didn't know about his twin, but at the moment, that didn't really weigh on him. He was too distracted by Dagon and all the attention she was giving him. Belphegor might not have lust anymore, but Belgirel sure did. He relished in every kiss Dagon gave him, and he returned it in equal measure. He picked her up, pinning her between his hips and the wall, so her legs could circle around him. While he held her, he kissed her jaw like she'd done to him. She deserved to feel what she was doing to him in ways other than empathy.  "Mmhmm," he nodded as she explained that she just had to give one speech. He was glad she was getting recognition, but he'd be more glad when she'd be done, so they could get back to doing things like this. He groaned as she kissed a particularly sensitive spot. "I missed you too." She had enthralled him. He pulled her away from the wall, spinning around to lay her down on one of the booths, so he could crawl over top of her. He pulled off his suit jacket and set it on the table. Leaning in close to her ear, he whispered, "How about we both arrive together?"

DAGON & CUPID: “Well, if they can’t get hard, they gotta make sure convincing them is,” she giggled. She actually didn’t think it would take too much convincing. They’d spent the majority of their long lives as depression demons. Sex had a way of keeping those feelings from drowning you out. For Dagon she got nothing out of casual sex. She needed and craved emotional connections like the one between herself and Gears. Everything about his touch felt electric and made her come alive. She didn’t stop kissing him as he picked her up and pressed her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer and grinding against him. She moaned softly and ran her fingers through his hair as he returned the kisses down her jawline and neck. Gently, her snakes nipped at his ear lobe. Tonight, might’ve been about recognizing her accomplishments, but hearing him moan under her touch was all the praise she needed.

Her lips found his again as he spun her away from the wall and laid her down on the booth. She groaned when he pulled away slightly to take off his suit jacket. Her snakes began reaching out and demanding that he come back. Of course, the view of him stripping away that piece of clothing was enough to placate them and they fell back into place. She wrapped her legs around him, grinding herself against him with a renewed sense of urgency as he whispered in her ear. “Yes, please,” she moaned. Her lips found their way back to his and they began to explore each other hungrily. She relished in the taste and feel of him. She moaned his name into his mouth when his fingers brushed against the thin fabric covering her breasts. Her hands traveled downward, gently teasing the hard bulge of his pants. She undid the button on his trousers and was about to pull the zipper down when she heard the creek of the door opening. Dagon glanced over Belgirel’s shoulder in time to see Cupid standing at the door.

Cupid, for her part, looked like a computer that was trying to process what she was seeing. She’d felt lust radiating from this room and fully expected to walk in on Seir and Tenacity. She was going to scare them and then shoo them out to the party so they weren’t holding things up. She hadn’t realized the pair were already at the party. When they’d made their grand entrance into the ball room, she was still ushering people into the Empty. When she was fully rebooted and realized it was in fact Belgirel and Dagon she was seeing, she squeaked and backpedaled out of the room. She slammed the door shut as if she could shut out the memory of this with it. “Sorry!” she apologized through the closed door. “The guests are ready and it looks like you guys are too,” she cringed at her own joke all the while she could hear Dagon giggling.

“We’ll be right out, Cue,” Dagon called out to her. She listened as Cupid’s footsteps disappeared down the hall. She was no doubt going straight for the drinks so she could try to block out this memory. Her appearance had squelched some of the fire. The demon pulled her boyfriend in for one more kiss. “We’ll have to pick this back up later tonight,” she replied apologetically. “I’ll make it worth your while though,” she grinned. There was enough of a twinkle in her eyes to let him know she meant every word of that.

BELGIREL: He giggled along with Dagon. Most of their intimate moments like this usually involved more giggling than he'd experienced with past partners. Sex had always been fun to him, but he found new ways to enjoy it with Dagon. His breath quickened as she grinded against him, and he whispered her name like a prayer. He moaned loudly as she teased him. He started to return the favor. His fingers glided up her inner thigh to the waistband of her undergarments. He didn't hear the door creak open as he started pulling them down. "Don't stop," he pleaded with her when she stopped trying to take off his clothes. He'd assumed she was just teasing him by holding back until he heard the door slam. Finally, he stopped to look back. He saw the shadow of feet under the door, and then Cupid's voice came through. "Well, we were," he sighed, knowing that the interruption probably threw off the whole mood for Dagon. "Do we have to be right out?" he asked her, hoping they could just get back to where they were already. He'd already gotten all riled up, and it was harder for him to come down immediately. Everyone was going to be greeted by a massive boner if he went out now. As she pulled him down for a kiss, he started a new trail of kisses down her jaw and neck. "Please?" he whispered. He was willing to give it up if she wanted him to, but it was worth one more plea to try. "Stay here with just me a little longer? A princess arrives whenever she means to, right? They can wait for us."

DAGON: She didn’t want to stop. She was just as wound up as he was. Cupid's presence threw her off her groove, but there was still a fire burning deep inside her. She needed a release. She needed him. She moaned, her toes curling and her back arching a little as he began kissing her again. She tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck so that he had more surface area to kiss. "Fuck," she groaned when he whispered his pleas. Stay with me... She was completely undone. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes." She captured his mouth again and kissed him with such hunger. Her hands returned to work as she undid the zipper on his trousers and released him. There was nothing quick about this quickie as the two of them thoroughly enjoyed each other until they were spent. She felt completely at peace as he laid atop her still trying to catch his breath. "We probably should've cast a silencing ward around the room," she giggled. She was pretty sure the entire hall on this level must've heard them. She was not known to be this voyeuristic but Belgirel's knew how to light that spark in her and he tended to that fire with great passion. She tipped his chin up and kissed him gently, softly, sleepily. He was like the puzzle piece that made her feel complete. "I love you."

BELGIREL: He smiled as she moaned. He pressed closer to her as her back arched. She wasn't trying to get away from him, and it made him giddy as she leaned into and shared the same desires as him. Neither of them wanted to stop this just for one little interruption, and as she cursed, he knew she was all his until they finished each other. Both of their hands moved quickly to undress each other now that they knew there wasn't going to be a stop to this. They only slowed down once they were undressed and they could touch and feel each other as much as they wanted to. They had done a little bit of damage to the room in the process of making love to each other, but it had calmed now. He laid down with her. They were on the floor now. The booth hadn't had as much room as he'd liked to get into the positions he favored, including the one where they could just lay together when they were done. He rested his head on her chest with his right ear listening to the steady rhthym of her heart beating and her lungs breathing. Belgirel didn't have a heartbeat anymore, but he still liked to hear hers. "That's alright. If anything, all we would've done was encourage them to have a good time too, though what I experienced was better than what anyone else could," he grinned. Pulling himself up closer to her, he brought his body down, so his head was just over her. He rested his elbows on the ground on either side of her, so he could hold her face in his hands and look her in the eyes. "Dagon Spiritus, my princess of the sixth kingdom of hell, my heart and my soul, I am desperately, passionately, and irrevocably in love with you too." He leaned down to kiss her deeply before coming up to breathe. "You ready to go get your crown?"

DAGON: She lay comfortably on the floor with him. It had been such a long time since she felt this level of desire or this content afterwards. They were exposed to the world, but nevertheless she didn’t feel bashful or nervous. She felt safe, wanted, and loved. Her fingers lazily combed through his hair as he listened to the sound of her heart beating. She wanted to stay tangled up with him forever. She giggled when he remarked that their lovemaking must’ve only encouraged others to enjoy this party as much as they were. “You are absolutely right,” she agreed. Her heart skipped a beat as he pulled himself forward. There was so much love in those beautiful eyes. She could and would get lost in them for hours if he let her. A warm and happy tear slid down her cheek as he told her just how much he loved her. She held him close and kissed him tenderly. There wasn’t a thing she wouldn’t do for him. He had her completely. Mind, body, and soul. “As long as you’re with me, yes,” she smiled. She kissed him again before willing herself to untangle from him. Even that was an effort. Her body craved his warm and tender touch. She finally managed to find spot where she’d thrown her dress. She had considerably fewer layers than he did, but she figured she could get dressed and then help him with his clothes. She slipped her dress back on with ease and turned her slender back to him. “Zip me up?” she asked. Gooseflesh peppered her skin in anticipation of his touch. By the seven kingdoms, leaving the comfort of this room, their private sanctuary, was going to be the hardest thing she’d have to do today.

BELGIREL: He loved hearing her giggling, especially when he was laying on top of her and could feel the way her laughter shook her body. It was such a contrast to what he'd experienced in the last centuries since his death. It made him forget he even was dead. It felt too impossibly good to believe that anything bad could've happened to him before when she was here with him now. "Are you okay?" he asked as he wiped the tear off of her cheek. He didn't think he'd said anything to upset her. She didn't look upset, but she might've been overwhelmed. Her kiss dissuaded that belief. No, this was good. "I don't think I'm part of the ceremony, but maybe we can tweak it, so I can sit in your lap while they crown you." Most of his siblings would probably find it funny, but it didn't inspire the best confidence for a kingdom's leader. As much as he wanted to stay by her side, he respected her duty. He pulled himself off of her and helped her up, kissing her before they separated to pick up their respective clothes. He managed to get his pants on before Dagon asked for his assistance. He stepped over to her and lightly pulled her hair away from the zipper, exposing her neck. As he pulled up the zipper, he took the opportunity to kiss the back of her neck several times. "What if I got you a new necklace," he spoke suggestively, "made entirely out of the love I could put on your neck? Let everyone out there know that you're mine, and I'm yours."

DAGON: “Yeah,” she smiled as her thumb gently traced the curve of his lips. “They’re happy tears,” she promised. She knew it could be hard to tell with depression demons. They cried when they were happy and they cried when they were sad. But in this moment, she was feeling nothing but true bliss. She chuckled when he brought up the ways he’d tweak the ceremony. “They crowned me in front of my kingdom, so we may have missed the opportunity for that.” As much as she would’ve liked that portion to take place in the Empty too, it wasn’t appropriate for her to be crowned in a foreign land. It had to take place in her own Kingdom with the people she was ruling over. That being said, Belphegor and Cupid did a great job setting up livestreams of the ceremony. Her only obligation now was to officially start the afterparty. “But there’s plenty of things we can do on that throne out there once the party’s over,” she grinned deviously. She bit her bottom lip as he zipped up her dress while trailing kisses along her neck. “Fuck,” she moaned as she turned around and captured him in another kiss. She knew she needed to be the sensible one, but how could she when he was so good at getting her riled up? She knew she could only keep the crowd downstairs waiting for so long. She pulled away a little before they got too deep into it and started again. “We can get matching ones,” she grinned, kissing him again. “After the party. Come on, get your shirt on and I’ll help you with your tie.”

BELGIREL: He kissed her thumb when she pressed it to his lips. He felt a little proud of himself for making her cry happy tears instead of sad ones for once. Given all the hardship they'd both gone through, he imagined she didn't have many moments where she cried over something good. "I know," he sighed. "I just thought that maybe we could do it again." It was nice being able to watch it happen, but it wasn't the same as being able to be there with her. Even tonight, the amount of ceremony that would happen didn't involve him going with her. They'd already talked that over, and he didn't really feel hurt by it anymore. However, that didn't stop him from just wanting to stay by her side the entire night with any excuse possible. Luckily, he was easily distracted by the proposition of all the things they could get up to at the end of the party. "I'd like to see what you have in mind." He grinned, relishing in the way she unraveled from his kisses and his touch. To her credit, she was trying to get back on track. He just knew that what she wanted was far from that crowd out there. "How about I give you one now, just for you?" He didn't sound as suggestive as he had a moment before. He was pulling a chain out of the pocket of his pants, and he clasped it around Dagon's neck. The pendant of the necklace was an imprint in clay of one of his feathers. He took a step back, admiring her and his work while he grabbed his shirt off the floor. It was a little crumpled and wrinkled, but he didn't really care. It wasn't him on display tonight.

DAGON: Her features softened. "If it's any consolation," she kissed him just below the ear, "I think there will be more important ceremonies for us in the future. One in particular..." Another tender kiss. "That will bestow you with the title of Prince and Husband." Her grin turned a little more devious and hungry when he remarked he'd like to see what she had in mind. Imagines of one of them wearing nothing but a crown and the other kneeling prayerfully filled her mind. "You'll see," she promised. "You just have to be patient for a little while longer."

She watched him pull a necklace of his own design from his pocket. Her heart thumped merrily as he helped her clasp it around her neck. Her fingers admired the craftsmanship as she admired the design in the mirror. Happy tears formed in the corners of her eyes again. She had a lot of sparkly jewels on tonight but none of them meant quite as much to her as this. "It's beautiful, baby," she kissed him tenderly and with all her love. "Thank you."

She held him for a moment longer, savoring this last bit of alone time, before pulling away to find his tie. She helped him adjust it to his liking. There were spells she could've used to take care of the wrinkles on his shirt but she liked the way he wore the look. She helped him fix his hair and handed him a wet wipe so that he could wipe some of the lipstick stains on his neck. As he did that, she located her crown and secured it back in place before touching up her hair and makeup. She attempted to adjust her dress, but it definitely did not look as impeccably put together as it had when she walked in here earlier. The signs of what they'd been up still lingered on them, but she didn't mind. She stood in front of the mirror just as he walked up behind her. For a moment, she admired the way they fit together. "You ready?" she grinned.

BELGIREL: Belgirel technically already was a prince in the Empty. Although Belphegor didn't have him doing much yet, the role was still there, but he liked the idea of being her prince in Hell too, and her husband even more so. "That is a pretty big consolation. You sure you'd want to do it?" He loved her, and he didn't think it was a trick or that he was just misunderstanding his feelings this time. He felt safe with her. He felt loved and free. He would've married her tonight if he could, but with what they'd both been through, he understood that it was better to wait. There were still some things he needed to work through before she just got stuck with him and his issues. The mystery to what she had planned was enticing and made it harder to hold back from his own horniness. "I've been told I'm not a very patient person. How soon do you think we can get this party to end, so we can get to that?" Maybe they could kick everyone out as soon as she gave her speech, so they could get to what they wanted to do.

He knew she'd be pleased with the necklace. As much as he was aware she would've been happy with a necklace made of hickeys, he knew that she also just liked what he made when he did pottery. This wasn't exactly a pot, but it still held his love for her in it. "Not as beautiful as you," he said lovingly. "You're welcome." He dreaded the feeling of losing her touch, but he soon had it again as she put his tie on him and fixed his hair. He would've let it be messy if he could. It was a symbol of what they'd been up to tonight, though he was sure more than a few people out there would be aware of what they were doing anyways, particularly Asmo and Cupid. He didn't mind her hands in his hair though. It was just another way they could be closer for a moment longer. He frowned at the wipe she gave him. He didn't really want to remove the prints of her lips, but he would do it at her request. He wiped away all except one. He deserved to be able to keep one for himself.  He put on his suit jacket while she tried to fix her dress. He wrapped his arms around her from behind once they were both done, and he gave her another kiss on the back of her neck. "I guess so. If I have to be." He would've chosen to never be ready if he could just stay in here with her. He walked with her towards the door, pausing just for a moment once they reached them to look at Dagon and make sure she was ready or if she wanted to hang back too.

DAGON: "Eventually, yes," she smiled. She'd always craved some form of comfort and stability. "But probably not for a while." There were still things they needed to figure out. He hadn't yet seen what she was like when she was fully lost to her depression and she still didn't know all the ways his trauma would manifest either. She loved him, but any number of these unknowns could turn into a deal breaker for the other person. They needed time and thankfully now that the Empty was free they had all the time in the world. Still, it didn't stop her from daydreaming that they'd get there one day. She felt she could hardly be blamed for that. She was friends with Cupid after all. "Your biggest obstacle to ending this party will be the Fae," she laughed. "The Spring and Summer Courts can keep a party going for days. I don't think Belphegor would let it go on that long though," she smiled.

She blushed and the few snakes that were still in her hair turned pink when he told her she was beautiful. She felt beautiful in his presence. She giggled as he watched her tie his tie and adjust his hair. If he kept looking at her like that there would simply be no leaving this room tonight. The way he grumbled about leaving told her he felt the same. She kissed him one more time. As they reached the door, she looped her arm under his. With her free hand, she knocked a couple times and the door opened on its own.

As the two of them stepped out of the room, orchestra music began to play down below. This was to signal the room that they were arriving. "I love you," she smiled and squeezed his hand. The two of the walked down the hall and stood at the grand staircase as the herald announced their names. From this vantage point, she and Belgirel could see exactly how many people were gathered down below. "Holy shit..." she whispered. Gods, she hoped she wouldn't trip.

As her eyes scanned the room, she saw Belphegor standing at the bottom of the steps. They were waiting for her. Her smile brightened at the sight of her friend. She decided to focus on getting down to see them. With Belgiel's hand firmly in hers, the two of them descended down the stairs.

BELGIREL & BELPHEGOR: Belgirel was glad that she sounded so confident in her answer. It was essentially how he felt too. They'd rushed pretty fast already in developing their relationship so far, but they'd known each other a long time and felt a need to make up the time they'd lost. All he really wanted was to spend time with her. As long as he got the love he needed and the love he was finally allowing himself to give, he was content with what he had. "I'll fight them off if I need to," he assured her. As much as he liked parties, he was looking forward to the time spent with Dagon more. The way she looked at him just made him feel alive and whole.

He patted her hand softly when the door opened to reassure her that he was here to support her through dealing with this large crowd. "I love you too." Lights turned to them as they made their way down the stairs. There were a lot of faces here. Belgirel knew some of them, but a lot were unfamiliar to him. Even ones he knew felt somewhat unfamiliar to him. As they approached Belphegor, his twin looked so different to him. They looked somewhat like Raphael, not so much in appearance but in maturity. They felt like an authority figure, like someone he was supposed to look up to now. It wasn't because they were the ruler of the Empty. They'd just changed internally. He was both proud of them and scared of what that meant for his relationship with them. He felt behind like he needed to catch up.

"Are you ready now?" Belphegor asked softly. They held out their hand, and Belgirel bowed backwards so Dagon could take their hand and go with them. Belphegor walked with Dagon up to the thrones on the stage, and Belgirel slipped back into the crowds to watch his girlfriend.

DAGON & CUPID: She smiled and shook her head when he remarked that he’d fight the fairies at the end of the night if they wouldn’t leave. Depending on the Fae Court, they might enjoy it. Some were as wild as the Lost Boys. She made a mental note to introduce Gears to some of the more tame ones. There would be plenty of introductions to be made tonight, both to new and old friends.

As they descended down the steps to meet Belphegor, Dagon could feel the complicated emotions bubbling inside Belgirel at the sight of his twin. While Belphegor’s progression into this final self was something gradual to everyone else, Dagon knew it all felt very sudden to Gears. He hadn’t been there to witness the shifts. It frightened him to not know Belphegor like they used to, but to be fair, Belphegor also didn’t know Belgirel. Still, she understood in a way. Maybe not fully since she’s seen them change more gradually, but she wouldn’t lie that the change was jarring even to her. This trial, that fight…it had taken quite a bit of Belphegor’s whimsy. It felt as though gone were the days when she’d get word that they slipped out of some gala to trail Aamon and War.

She beamed and nodded when they asked if she was ready. Before taking their hand, she turned to Gears and kissed him both for good luck and because she wanted all the pantheons to know he was hers and there would be no funny business. As Gears stepped back, Dagon stepped forward and took Belphegor’s hand. Music swelled and the crowd parted like the sea as the two of them began their walk toward the raised podium at the front of the room just like they’d practiced. The other pantheons all bowed politely as she and Belphegor passed. It felt like she was riding a wave in the ocean and that gave her some comfort and kept her steady.

When she and Belphegor arrived at the front, all of the Princes were already seated in their individual thrones. Dagon bowed to them before turning to her esteemed escort and beloved friend. She was supposed to give the same formal bow to them, but emotion filled her features, and she threw herself into their arms and hugged them. “You, my darling, will always be a part of this family. My family. I love you,” she whispered to them. “Thank you for being my friend.” A few tears slipped down her cheeks but she didn’t bother to hide them. She did not feel any shame for her emotions or the love that she had for her friends.

The room itself seemed to fill with tender emotions as the pantheons witnessed their embrace. Lucifer wiped a few tears from his eyes and Zatanna rested her head on Michael’s shoulder. Andy looped her arm through Gabe’s and squeezed his hand. Tenacity stood on his tiptoes and kissed Seir. Cupid was standing next to Belgirel and tears were streaming down her face too. So much platonic and familial love circled around Bells and Dagon. It was beautiful and it warmed every bit of her. Someone deserved to see this with her. Cupid held her hand out to Gears. “Do you want to see what I see?” Cupid asked Gears.

BELGIREL & BELPHEGOR: Belgirel grinned after she kissed him. He wasn't an empath, but he could interpret the message she was sending. If the hickey he'd left didn't say it, that very public kiss would. He was hers, and he was proud to belong to her. Even though she wasn't in her own kingdom, it was clear that Dagon held authority as the crowd parted for her to get through. It might've also been because Belphegor's touch carried death on it, and most people didn't want to die, nor did they know that Belphegor had gotten better control of it. The fact that Belphegor was holding Dagon's hand just fine wasn't something they realized.

Belphegor expected Dagon to give them the same bow she'd given the rest of their family like they'd already practiced, but they weren't entirely surprised by her reaction. They both tended to have different reactions in the real thing than in practice. The hug they shared with her was lighter than it used to be in the past. Although they had gotten control over their abilities, the thought of accidentally hurting their loved ones still scared them, so their touches were just lighter to be on the safe side. "I'd prefer you join mine than me join yours if that's alright," they joked. "But I love you too. And that's best friend, thank you." They were a lot more to each other than just friends for all they'd been through together.

Belgirel glanced over when Cupid spoke to him. She was an emotional mess. He hadn't ever seen auras the way she did, but he knew empathy could be overwhelming from what he'd heard from Dagon. He considered her offer for a moment. "How long will it last?" He asked, not wanting to be stuck with it all night. As pretty as it might've been, he preferred things as they were. He had a hard enough time focusing on anything but Dagon as it was. He'd be staring at her all night if he saw her aura.

DAGON & CUPID: "It will last for as long as you hold my hand," Cupid explained to Gears. She couldn't make the magic travel any further. It wasn't like her ties with Belphegor. Those were a little more permanent.

Belphegor's hug might've been light but Dagon's was bone crushing or as bone crushing as a regular angel could get in comparison to something of Bells power. She hadn't been able to hug them up until this point and she was going to savor every moment even if it knocked her out again. She chuckled when they remarked that they'd rather she become their family than the other way around. "I don't think you can separate it," she giggled. She and Andras already thought of Belphegor as their third twin. It's just how it was. She gently pulled away, still squeezing their shoulder. "The very best," she agreed. Her hand moved, gently touching their elbow and then their hand until she willed herself to let them go entirely as they stepped back.

She gently lifted the hem of her skirt and took a step toward her throne. It was stationed between Beel and Asmo, just like her kingdom. She tried not to look at the latter but she could practically feel him smirking and giggling. If she made eye contact with him, she was going to lose it too. They were about that level of mature together. Dagon stood at before her throne and faced the crowd. They bowed again now that all seven royals were together.

The music died down and faces lifted to look at her. Dagon inhaled softly to steady herself and began. "I'd like to thank all of you for coming out tonight to celebrate with us. It's not often that we get together like this. Things have happened in the recent past that have highlighted the importance of family and friends and I'd like to think we'll have more of these get togethers in the future. Tonight isn't just about celebrating a new monarch. If you know me, you'd know I'd actually prefer you didn't." Laughter swelled among the crowd. Most of them knew Dagon's escape artist ways when it came to parties.

"But, if we must recognize me, then I'd like to take a moment to recognize a few important people in my life too. I'd firstly like to recognize and thank my boyfriend, Belgirel. Thank you for always looking out for me and also for giving me something to look forward to at the end of the day. Loving you is the most rewarding feeling." She meant every word of it. "I'd also like to thank my best friends and the hosts of this party, Cupid and Belphegor Valentine," she glanced at Cupid and Bells. "Eternity would've been absolutely insufferable without you two and so would I."

"I'd like to thank my family: my twin, Andras; my sisters, Ouelette and Abaddon; my brother, Azazel; and my niece, Ruby. Thank you for being there when I need you the most. If there's ever a battle to be had, I know you guys will have my back," she grinned.

"I'd also like to thank the two most glamours stars of my Kingdom, Seir and Tenacity. You guys make coming to work fun. You make me laugh and help me see the bright side of things. I am immensely grateful to be entering this journey with you two," she smiled at them before her eyes turned to the individuals to her left and her right.

"I'll start with Asmo next, but don't get a big head about it, asshole," she laughed and the crowd laughed with her. "Thank you for looking out for me, protecting me like a big brother, and also annoying the shit out of me like a big brother. Really makes me feel like a part of the family," she smiled.

She turned her head to look at Beel. "Beelzebub," she smiled warmly. "Thank you for loving me when I needed it the most. Thank you for helping me heal when I couldn't heal on my own. And thank you for absolutely putting up with everything and the kitchen sink because I sometimes literally throw it at you when I get scared," she grimaced apologetically but the crowd laughed.

"By extension, I also want to thank Beel's right hand and daughter, Nadia Fames-Cladoselache," she turned to look at Nadia in the crowd. "If sunshine could be personified it is you, my love. You remind me every day what it is to be kind both to yourself and others. You are welcoming, and warm, and kind and you make it look effortless. When I grow up, I want to be just like you," she smiled. Nadia hadn't expected to be part of Dagon's speech and it caught her right in the emotions. She found herself crying but she blew the Demon Princess a kiss and Dagon pretended to catch it before turning to address the next Prince.

"Valefar, we haven't always been close but we've gotten closer this past year. Thank you for always trying. Thank you for not giving up on yourself, on me, or on this journey we've started. I will ride with you to any battle and I will have your back," she smiled.

Her eyes turned to Levi next. "Leviathan, we haven't been the closest but I do see you trying. You are breaking the cycle we've been forced to repeat again and again and that takes bravery and strength. I see you and I recognize your journey. I send you well wishes, kindness, and gentleness." She meant it. He deserved to feel at peace just as much as the rest of them.

Her features turned more emotional when her eyes fell upon the next Prince. "Aamon," her lip wobbled. "I'm not crying because I'm scared. The opposite actually. Thank you for making me feel brave and strong and competent. Thank you for always having my back and for talking me off of the ledge more than a couple times. Thank you for believing in me and guiding me when I needed it the most. I can't picture a day when I'll ever not need you." Her eyes said the rest. She loved him like a father.

She finally turned to look at Lucifer. "Lucifer Morningstar," she smiled. "If Asmodeus is like an annoying older brother, you're like the annoying younger brother," she grinned. "Thank you for making me laugh when I'm being too serious and thank you for trusting this kingdom and these people to me. I swear loyalty and fealty to you not because you are my King, but because you are and will always be my family." Lucifer beamed at her and bowed his head. She curtsied back before turning to address the crowd once more.

"There are innumerable others that deserve my thanks and gratitude, but I've kept you waiting long enough. So, without further ado, I'd like to extend my warm welcome to you." She executed a sigil into the air just like Nadia had instructed her to do and food appeared on everyone's table. "Please enjoy the food that's been provided to us by our lovely Kingdom of Gluttony and please enjoy the music of our Heavenly Symphony. The night will cap off with lights display but until then please eat, drink, and be merry." She took her seat on her throne just as Belphegor tapped their scythe against the ground and the dinner and music began.

BELGIREL & BELPHEGOR: Belgirel took Cupid's hand and watched as the colors lit up the room. Although Cupid and Belphegor had brought light and color into the Empty, it was extremely different seeing it like this. He felt like he hadn't seen color before now. Belphegor and Dagon seemed to radiate the most of it as they hugged, but the rest of their family became more bright and colorful as Dagon addressed them all. He beamed as Dagon addressed him specifically. Some of the guests didn't seem to care for the declaration of love, but he held onto it.

Belphegor had moved back to Cupid's side once Dagon had let go of them. They wrapped their arm around her while Dagon thanked them. Belphegor conjured a glass and raised it to Dagon. Belgirel easily spotted Dagon's siblings when she addressed them, but Ouelette strangely seemed to be missing. Belgirel didn't think that much of it though. He probably just didn't see her. Tenacity and Seir were blatantly obvious though. They also raised a glass before Seir dipped Tenacity just for show and dramatically made out with him. He was glad that Dagon felt so close to his family. He never really had to worry about her being excluded from them. If anything, she was more included with them than he was, but it was mainly because he was dead and couldn't see them as often. He felt a little uncomfortable when Dagon spoke to Beelzebub. He had some deep set insecurity when it came to the fact that Beelzebub had dated Dagon before. He knew that Dagon didn't have feelings like that for him anymore and that Beel felt the same way towards her, but it felt sometimes like maybe she would've been happier staying with him. He knew that it was an irrational thought to have, but it still weighed on him regardless. He wasn't sure why Dagon needed to specify that she wasn't crying because she was scared. Aamon wasn't a scary person, and he didn't think Dagon had ever really been scared of him as long as he'd known her.

Finally, the speech was over. As food filled the tables, the crowd started to move around more. Belgirel was glad for it. He was going to go back to Dagon, but he got caught by some people who wanted to talk to him. He didn't really mind. It was just some of the Lost Boys who wanted to catch up with him. He felt a little guilty as they spoke. They mentioned all kinds of things that he assumed he must've done with them in the past, but he couldn't remember most of it. He nodded anyways, pretending like he knew what they were talking about.

DAGON & CUPID: Cupid watched Belgirel’s face as he took in the colors. She loved showing people the world as she saw it. It was overwhelming at times, but very beautiful nevertheless. It was a kaleidoscope of colors. Dagon’s aura shone with beautiful reds and pinks when she thanked Gears in her speech. Shades of blues were familial love and those shone brightly when she addressed Cupid, Bells, and the Spiritus family. Yellows were for friendship and those came through when Dagon addressed Seir Tenacity, and the Archangels. Cupid felt Belgirel tense up when Dagon addressed Beelzebub. “Yellow is friendship,” she softly reminded Belgirel as she squeezed his hand. Both Dagon and Beel’s auras were shades of deep yellow when they acknowledged each other. It looked nothing like what her aura was when she spoke to Gears. Her aura shifted back to blue when she addressed Nadia and then Aamon. It didn’t surprise Cupid. Those bonds had always felt familial to Dagon. As Dagon wrapped up the speech, Cupid and Belgirel let go of each other’s hands. “If you ever need a pick me up, you should see what it looks like when she’s running toward you,” Cupid smiled at her friend. She’d show him another time so as to not overwhelm him.

As the food and music began, Belgirel was immediately pulled in one direction by Lost Boys who were visiting for the first time and Cuphegor were pulled in another direction by the Virtues. Dagon stayed by her throne for a moment and conversed with a few of the Demon Princes. She excused herself with the intention of going to rescue her boyfriend from his friends when she was intercepted by Nadia. The young demon asked her for a dance and Dagon obliged. She figured one dance couldn’t hurt. The two girls were laughing and spinning each other around while Nadia was telling her a tale of terror about something that had almost gone disastrously wrong in the kitchen but was averted by her quick thinking.

When the story and the music wrapped, the two girls bowed respectfully to each other. Nadia stepped backwards to find her friends and Dagon turned around to go find Belgirel, but found Cassian, High Lord of the Winter Court of Fae, behind her. He asked for a dance as well. Dagon nodded and obliged out of politeness. She had to mingle today, but she was hoping to do it with Belgirel at her side. He made talking to people easier. As Cassian regaled her with some story during the dance, she found her eyes wondering around the room, searching for Gears. She spotted him also engaging in conversations with other leaders. Guilt filled her chest. She promised him she’d be right there.

As the song ended, she excused herself from Cassian and started making her way through the crowd again. She was a decent way in, and a decent way toward Gears when she was stopped again by Morrigan, Right Hand to the High Lord of the Night Court. Dagon had helped Mor with one of her dogs once upon a time and the girls were good friends. She chatted warmly with her for a moment before excusing herself again. She’d lost sight of Gears and it took her a moment to find him again. As she tried to go to him, she was once again interrupted by another leader. It kept going on and on and on. She was beginning to wonder if she’d ever make her way back to Gears or if he’d be the carrot that was dangled before but always out of reach for the rest of the night.

BELGIREL: Belgirel hadn't even thought about the fact that the colors had meanings. He just thought they were pretty to look at. He was pretty sure it would take more than a few classes to actually remember them all, but he didn't think there would be many times where he'd really try this. He flinched when Cupid told him that yellow meant friendship. He never really liked it when people saw through him to what he was thinking about. It made him feel exposed and vulnerable. Cupid wasn't going to hurt him with what she knew, but despite knowing that, he still felt uneasy. He didn't want anyone to know that he felt intimidated by Beel and Dagon's past relationship. He felt guilty for feeling that way at all, like it was going to cause problems if he was too obvious about it. Dagon had already made it clear she didn't feel that way about Beel anymore. Cupid confirmed it with her powers, but he still felt dread when their past relationship came up. The only thing that made him feel better about it was just not talking about it, but he couldn't always do that. "Yeah, thank you," he told Cupid. He didn't want to make her feel bad just because he didn't feel better. He appreciated her trying anyway. "If she's running toward me, that's already the pick me up I'd need." He smiled thinking about it. He wanted her to do that now, but they both got dragged away in different directions.

It was okay at first. Despite not knowing a lot of what the Lost Boys were talking about, they were still his friends. Most of them hadn't really changed all that much from what few things he could remember. Some of them had gotten more into sex since his death, but he didn't consider that much of a major change, at least not compared to the changes he recognized in himself. The ways in which they viewed him seemed so different from how he saw himself now. He wasn't correcting them on it. They were having a good time, and he didn't want to ruin things for them, but he still felt like an imposter. Dagon called it masking, and he felt that almost literally, like someone might peel off his skin to reveal something else underneath. He ignored that feeling. After all, it wouldn't be long before he could get back to Dagon, and then he wouldn't feel that way anymore.

Unfortunately, things didn't work out that way. Even once the Lost Boys let him slip away, he got caught up in another conversation. He didn't know the person. They didn't seem angelic or demonic. They knew him more than he knew them, and their presence unsettled him. Appearance-wise, they seemed pretty and elegant, but their eyes felt like they stared into him. They confirmed that he was Dagon's boyfriend and also a prince to Belphegor's realm of the Empty. None of that bothered him as much as their questions about his experience in the Empty before Belphegor's new leadership. He felt wholly uncomfortable when they asked him what kind of tortures he was subjected to and if he thought they were particularly effective or not. Belgirel didn't usually run from conversations like this, but he found the quickest excuse to get away from the person. He looked for Dagon in the crowd. She was talking to someone else he didn't know.

He tried to walk over to her, but again, he got pulled into a conversation with more people. They were some younger demons who had heard stories of him from the older fallen angels, but he didn't know how to talk to them. It wasn't just their lingo that confused him but their perception of him that he didn't know how to handle. They all seemed to look at him like he was some kind of hero or legend, but he just wasn't. His skin felt like it itched, and he scratched at it relentlessly. As he moved from crowd to crowd trying to get to Dagon, it just got worse. Some people started to notice it, and it just made him more anxious. He saw an open path to the balcony, and he booked it that way, giving up his mission to get to Dagon for now. He needed to get to open air to breathe. Once he was outside he sat next to the doors where no one could see him to come find him. He promised himself he'd go back inside once he collected himself, but his skin continued to feel wrong.

ATHENA: Athena enjoyed this party more than most she'd been to, and she'd been to quite a few. She had also avoided and found reasons to leave even more parties. Some of them could just be too much, or the people were too much. Here, there was a mixture of all different kinds of groups. There were a few members of her old family, the one she'd disowned, but she didn't hate her whole family. Some of them had come to Hell with her, like Hestia who was in the kingdom of Gluttony. Others had found their own paths, like Dionysus who just set about making alcohol. It was pleasant to see most of them here and talk to them again, not that she didn't ever talk to them. The ones she liked she made time to talk to. The others she avoided. Artemis had been taking up most of the conversation with Athena. Although Artemis focused more on hunting, she didn't lack intelligence, and Athena enjoyed what she had to say. She'd been working with some of heaven's units on correcting humanity's effect on the environment, and Athena was proud of her.

Artemis didn't have Athena's full attention however. She kept her eyes on the whole of the party. She saw where the archangels were, and she knew the location of each member of group's leader. Belgirel and Dagon had most of her attention, partially because Dagon was the center focus of this party and also because the pair were important to the Prince she served. Aamon would've been beside himself if anything happened to the two, and they both looked miserable. She noticed the agitation first in Belgirel. She could see that he was trying to get to Dagon but was unsuccessful due to the obligations of being social. His family seemed to notice too. Athena didn't miss the way Sovereign Belphegor and Queen Cupid looked his way before the ground shifted subtly enough to slide the people to two sides and give Belgirel a straight path to the Balcony.

Athena elected to help the other half of the couple. She excused herself from talking to Artemis and slipped through the crowd. Dagon was dancing with another official, and Athena had no problem interrupting. "May I steal this dance?"

DAGON: Dagon was quickly becoming overstimulated. She wasn't used to parties where she was the center of attention. Even her birthday was shared with another person whom she generally let most of the attention fall on. She was also regretting wearing her hair loose. As she danced with the High Lord of the Autumn Court (who was pretending this was the first time they'd met despite the fact that they'd met several times before) her snakes flitted about. They stole food from plates and also played peek-a-boo with some of the children at the party. They hissed at people who got a little too close. Any moment now, Dagon was certain they'd start shoving and biting people in order to give her a wider berth. She would have to excuse herself after this dance so she could figure out how to best braid them or put them up, but the bathroom felt so far away.

All of these thoughts were racing through her head when Athena cut in. Her snakes squealed their delight at the sight of the familiar face. Dagon curtsied politely to the High Lord as he excused himself. Meanwhile, her snakes engaged Athena in some form of girl talk as they admired her shoes and bracelets. One of them nudged the necklace on Dagon’s neck as if to show Athena the craftsmanship. Dagon laughed and gently brushed the snake away. “I’m sorry. They’re a little unruly today,” she apologized as she and the Goddess took up the next dance. One of Dagon’s snakes nudged her urgently against the ear. “Whaaaat?” Dagon asked it. The demon just wanted to concentrate on not tripping over her legs, but instead she was booped on the head by the snake as if the snake was trying to tell her to remember something she’d meant to ask Athena. Dagon recalled what it was. “Right now? We’re at a party.” The snake gave Dagon an apathetic look. Dagon sighed. “Well, I guess she’s right,” the Demon Princess remarked as she pushed the snake away.

“Now’s as good a time as any in case I forget. Raphael and I are starting a new program here next week,” Dagon began as Athena spun her. “We’re going to be offering group and individual therapy to the people here. We want to do it right which means we have to do data collection and trend analysis to figure out the general needs of the population, what modalities are working, and which ones aren’t effective with this population. Unfortunately, my Kingdom tends to be high needs, so I don’t have time to do data analysis. Raph’s in the same boat given how much the Guardians do. We’re hoping to outsource the analysis part of the job. We’ll collect the data and make sure that private patient information is protected.” They’d redact names and make sure none of the information was specific enough to be linked back to any one individual. “But we need someone to analyze the trends. I figured you’d be the best person for the job,” Dagon grinned. “Declan seems keen to help too. And Raph says Deck’s younger brother, Zophiel, is good at that kind of stuff too. I figured they could be your interns on this project. That is if you want to take it up.”

ATHENA: Athena smiled as Dagon's snakes squealed at her. While they had sadly tragic beginnings, she was glad that they brought her some comfort and safety. She gave the snakes her thanks as they admired her wardrobe for the night. It was a red flowing dress with folds that were reminiscent of the robes of Ancient Greece. Over top of it was a golden corset with metalwork that implied two owl wings protecting her waist. Her armor cuff bracelets showed similar metallic plumage with the feathers spreading up her arms. On her neck, a red ruby was inlaid into a golden necklace, and her hair was set into a bun with a crown of a golden olive branch. The shoes that the snakes were admiring were a pair of knee-high golden boots that spiraled around her legs. She admired what the snakes had to show her in equal measure. The snaked didn't exactly explain what the necklace was. It wasn't exactly made with expert craftsmanship. She could see certain flaws that had popped up in the clay that should've been corrected before being put in the kiln, but from her own knowledge of Dagon, she knew who would've made it for her. This was surely crafted by her new boyfriend. After being dead so long, it made sense that Belgirel would want a soothing activity like pottery and crafting. Her snakes were proud of the work, and Athena didn't think the flaws that other expert craftsmen would care about really mattered here. In this case, they weren't flaws so much as symbols of an attempt being made and from what she had heard about Belgirel, it was also an acceptance and recognition on his part that what he made didn't need to be perfect as long as it was loved by the person who received it, in which case it was perfect based on how much Dagon adored it.

"They're alright," Athena reassured her. Dagon seemed to have her mind everywhere tonight. Despite being a warrior of the mind, Athena couldn't actually read minds to know what Dagon's snakes seemed so urgent to get her to talk about. "Yes, I've heard about the program. It's a good idea." It was definitely something the people of the Empty would need if they were going to see any progress. Once Dagon brought up data analysis, she could see where the conversation was headed, and she was thrilled. "I'd love to work on that. I've been looking for a new project to start anyways. It sounds stimulating. Just let me know when I can start, and I'll reach out to Declan and Zophiel. Speaking of projects that should be taken up, Cupid and Belphegor's project of their garden turned out well. You should see it from the balcony. I can distract the others, so you can take a break out there." Her eyes glowed golden, and a second pair of them appeared, dancing around them while they disappeared to the rest of the crowd.

DAGON: Dagon beamed when Athena agreed to do the data analysis. She knew she could count on her. “Thank you,” she replied as she squeezed her friend’s hand gently. Her eyebrows quirked when Athena mentioned Cuphegor’s garden project. Dagon practically lived in the Empty for the better part of the last few months so she was well acquainted with the garden. She didn’t think there were any new projects that she hadn’t already seen. She realized fairly quickly that Athena was trying to give her a polite way out. Dagon didn’t really need to be covertly corralled out. She’d take any opportunity to escape. She grinned when Athena made an illusionary version of the two of them dancing. “Thank you, Athena. I owe you one,” the demon replied. As the Goddess spun her one last time, Dagon squeezed her hand appreciatively before letting go and disappearing passed the balcony threshold.

By the grace of the Seven Kingdoms, the balcony appeared empty. Dagon shut the door quietly and muttered a spell to lock it. She released a deep breath and slumped against the door. “Oh, to have Belphegors floor melting powers right now,” she whispered to the snakes as she rolled her shoulders. She allowed her body to relax and come down from its hyper alert state. As she took a few calming breaths, she heard something shuffling to her right. Whoever or whatever was there with her was obscured by a rose bush that decorated the balcony. Dagon focused on it and realized it was a person. They were radiating large levels of anxiousness and chest aching panic. Dagon didn’t want to startle them, so she ran her hand over the rose bush as pre-cursor before she stepped around the corner of the bush to peer over and see if they needed help. “Hi, I—” she began but stopped when she realized who it was. “Gears?” Her snakes perked up, automatically concerned. “Are you all right, love?”

BELGIREL: Belgirel felt like he was falling deep into his own head. Some of the things people had said tonight were sticking with him, playing in his head over and over. What was his torture like? Was this not an extension of his torture? Had he even left? The other words he remembered shifted into the Void's voice, and he was shaking. He couldn't remember. Was he who he said he was? He didn't know. He didn't feel like he was the same person everyone else saw, and it terrified him. He wanted to be who they saw him as. He didn't want to ruin this perception they had of him, but he could feel it itching to come out. He was itching, but no matter how much he scratched, there was just more skin underneath. It peeled and peeled, but he never got to the center. He barely perceived the sound of the doors opening and closing. The shuffling of feet and the brushing of the bush were too faint to his ears. For a moment, he didn't even see Dagon until she spoke.  "Dagon?" he asked. With anyone else, he might've tried to control himself a little more, but he was hyperventilating as if his body was accepting that he could safely freak out if she was here. "No. I can't- I couldn't do it anymore. I can't- I can't breathe." He was choking as his panic got the best of him.

DAGON: "Oh, honey..." she whispered and approached him in a few quick strides. Her snakes fussed over him. He was in bad shape and guilt bit at her chest. If she'd been with him tonight like she promised she would, maybe she could have prevented this. She rubbed his arms soothingly. "You're having a panic attack," she explained. "They're not deadly but we do need to get your body calm again." She used magic to form together some ice. She gently placed the ice onto his covered chest just above a regulatory nerve. "Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, my love," she instructed. She demonstrated the technique before taking one of his free hands and placing it over her heart so that he could use the rise and fall of her chest and the warmth it provided to ground himself. She continued to instruct him to breathe in through his nose, hold for a count of four, and then exhale through the mouth for a count of four. As his breathing slowed she quieted down and simply allowed him space to coregulate until their chests were rising and falling in time with one another.

BELGIREL: A panic attack? It felt like it was so much more than just him panicking. He felt scared, sure, but it was more than that in his eyes. Did a panic attack cut off your ability to breathe? Did it make you unable to stand or think? Did it make you feel like you needed to tear your skin off. Did it make you sweat and shake and feel like you were going to vomit like a true illness? Did it make you feel like you were dying the mortal death of a heart attack? Did it matter? Regardless of what it was, he did his best to listen to Dagon's instructions. Breathing properly wasn't easy. He tried to breathe through his nose, but he kept gasping for air through his mouth. It made him dizzy and light headed. It took a few minutes, but eventually, he started doing it right. He could feel the beating of her chest now that it was a little easier to focus. He breathed in with her and breathed out with her, soothing himself more with just her breathing the more time they spent there. He leaned his head against her chest and closed his eyes, trying to push out those other feelings, not wanting to let them overwhelm him so much. After a few minutes of sitting there, he let out a low sigh. "I'm sorry."

DAGON: It wasn't the first time that she'd caught a glimpse of the pain underneath. He didn't sleep much, but when he did he had nightmares. She'd coached him through a few of those before, but they'd never gotten to the level of a panic attack. She relaxed a little more as his breathing calmed. She held him close to her and ran her fingers through his hair as he collapsed into her. She kissed the top of his head and her snakes rubbed his back. "No, honey, I'm sorry," she apologized. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. You shouldn't have been left alone in there." They were supposed to do this as a team. She'd tried to get to him, but she wasn't swift enough. She'd do better to forgo casual politeness next time. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked now that his breathing was calmer. "We don't have to, but it might make you feel better to give that feeling a voice so we can better understand it."

BELGIREL: Dagon had always been a soothing presence. He felt content sitting with her and even more relaxed as she ran her fingers through his hair, but that didn't fully solve the problem at hand. The panic he'd felt didn't entirely go away. It was just more manageable now. So maybe he had been having a panic attack. He didn't see why Dagon needed to be sorry for it. It wasn't her fault. He shouldn't have been entirely dependent on her presence just to be able to handle a party. "I wasn't alone." If anything, it was the fact that there were so many different people was the problem, and knowing some of them didn't make things easier. He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about it. More specifically, he didn't know if he knew how to put it into words. "I feel . . . wrong. I've been working on trying to be more . . . honest about how I'm really feeling with the guys, but it's like- like I'm walking around in someone else's skin. I can't get away from that guy, that past me who doesn't exist anymore."

DAGON: "Physically, no," she agreed. He'd been alone in a more emotional way. One that left him without a buffer person to help facilitate conversations and fill in the blanks. She nodded when he replied that he felt wrong. She'd seen how uncomfortable he was in his own skin from time to time. "It's not fair to you to try to live up to that image," she soothed. "He's entirely fictional. Not in the sense that you made him up, but in the sense that we did." His death allowed them to spin this image of Belgirel that was entirely unattainable. "Maybe it's time to shed that skin." Her snakes nuzzled around him. They were supernatural beings so they didn't exactly shed but the real models of them did. "I know it's scary. For a long time, this skin has protected you from so much. But it no longer represents you and that's okay. It's okay to no longer be that person. And it's okay to not really know who or what you want to be. The beings that love you will love you no matter what form you take or how much it changes."

BELGIREL: Dagon seemed to understand what he meant when he said he felt wrong. She always seemed to understand him no matter what he said, even when he didn't fully understand it himself. "I don't know if he's fully fictional." There were probably parts of him that had been true. Everyone had so many stories of him, so he assumed some of them had to have been real. It just wasn't true anymore. "But that person died, and I'm not him anymore," if he ever even was that guy, which was part of what he was struggling coming to terms with. He felt so detached from the past version of himself that he wasn't sure if he was a continuation or some construction of the Void's design to trick everyone into thinking he was the same person they loved. What if he was a trap designed to not know what he was? What if he was a monster under this skin? But the skin- it itched, and he needed it off. "If I'm someone different, how will you know you'll still love me? What if I'm someone you don't like?"

DAGON: She'd been reading him stories of Peter Pan and those had largely taken inspiration from Gears life, but they were based on a true story in the same way modern movies were based on true stories. He seemed to recognize that in part. "It's okay to mourn that person, but you don't need to wear a form that no longer fits," she soothed. His friends were used to fluidity. Belgirel himself already had two forms that he happened to share with Belphegor. The ground work for acceptance was already there. He just needed to take the leap and trust that his friends would help him fly again. "Immortal beings are a different brand, my love. I've seen hundreds of versions of Belpegor and Cupid and others and their changes don't make them any less my friend or family.  I've been through a thousand iterations of myself too. To live as long as we do is to accept that everything around us, including ourselves and the people we love, changes. You might change, but I'm willing to ride out that change with you. I'm not afraid of it because at the end of the day I know you're a good person and that's one thing that will never change."

BELGIREL: He didn't know if he was trying to mourn that other version of himself. Was that why he was struggling and trying to hold onto it. He just felt like he needed to. Maybe he was scared. He didn't know what or who he was without that other guy either, but she was right that it didn't fit him anymore. It wasn't really just that he wanted to look different or anything. A change in form for him was like accepting both internally and externally that he was different. "But I'm not even really immortal. I'm just- I'm dead. I get to see you, and I get to act like the living, but I'm still just dead at the end of the day." That was one of the hardest things for him to accept and part of why he needed the change. He wasn't the same person as before. He had died, and with death, a change was inevitable. Both death and life seemed to come with changes, but it was a comfort to know that at least she was comfortable with those changes. "Okay, I love you." He took in a deep breath, and as he exhaled, his skin shed off. His body changed its basic structure. His hair became darker. His eyes became a darker brown. The scars were still there, and if anything they were more prevalent, like he wasn't trying to hide what he'd been through. He looked at Dagon again. "So this is okay?" He asked. It felt better. He didn't feel as trapped in his own skin.

DAGON: "Death, like life, doesn't have be stagnant," she assured him. "Not anymore." He'd been frozen for so long in nothing but a state of torture and he'd always carry that with him, but it didn't mean that he or his form needed to be stuck in that state. "Death changed you as much as life changed us and that's okay. We'll keep changing together. We'll grow together. We'll cry together. We'll make love together." Everything that she could do with him, she would. She squeezed his hand. "I love you too," she told him. She watched with twinkle and wonder as his form changed into something he was more comfortable with. There was a beauty in it. Not just in the physical sense, but in the sense that he was allowing her to see him inside and out. He was allowing himself the peace of becoming something that felt true to him. There was nothing more lovely than that. Dagon leaned in and kissed him. "Yes." Another tender kiss. "It's better than okay. It's you, inside and out."

BELGIREL: He supposed she was right to an extent. Some parts of death weren't stagnant anymore. After coming into it, Belphegor seemed to be changing it for the better constantly. They'd implemented help for the people who had been tortured. The dead had more options now on how to spend their time. There were groups, safe spaces, activities. The main problem they came across was a lack of purpose and the fact that they couldn't leave. "You don't feel stagnant being with me?" he asked. "I can't exactly go where you go or be with you for certain important events like other couples get to do." He wished he could've been there for her actual coronation, and it felt like she did more to support him than he was able to do for her. Did that not make her feel stagnant? But she seemed so certain. She was smart. She had to have considered these things already. "I want to do everything I can with you too." He just hoped it would be enough. The change in him didn't seem to deter her. He wasn't an empath, and he didn't see the auras Cupid had shown him, but he still saw the love in Dagon's eyes. She wasn't pulling away. She was pulling him closer. She'd always been accepting of him, but he was still delightfully surprised when she met his change with a kiss. His cheeks colored in pink as he relaxed against the wall. This was okay. This was good. He leaned into her kiss the second time. "It's me," he agreed. His hands moved up to hold her face. "Thank you for helping me get there."

DAGON & NADIA: "No, baby, I don't feel stagnant with you. I feel..." She tried to think of the best word to describe what se felt. "I feel whole." She smiled warmly. She felt complete. "I miss you at those events, but I know I'll get to see you afterward and that's the part I look forward to the most. I feel lucky that I get that much because before I didn't get to see you at all." He might not physically get to be there but she always carried him in her heart and mind. He was the first person she wanted to call when anything big happened.

She smiled when he remarked that he wanted to do everything with her too. "We will," she promised. The Empty was getting bigger every day. The more it expanded, the more they'd get to experience things together. She was excited to show him what it meant to let yourself feel free again. She smiled as he kissed her back and held her face. Her eyes twinkled as she admired the look of this newer, truer form. She brushed her thumb over his lips. "I knew you'd always get there," she smiled. She leaned in and kissed him again. As she pulled away, her eyes caught the sight of a giant straw goat moving through the garden.

"What the hell...?" she muttered.

 "Murmur, that was the fourth hedge you ran him through. Cupid's going to hang you upside down from a tree and I'm going to let her," Nadia scolded him.

Dagon heard them crash through another hedge as the goat stalled just below the balcony. She could see the tips of its horns from where she and Gears were perched. The demon snorted and buried her laugh in Belgirel's chest. "Well, that's definitely hell..."

BELGIREL & MURMUR: Although he knew deep down that she didn't feel held back by him, it was better to be able to hear her say it. He wanted to say the same thing back to her, but it wasn't entirely true. It wasn't because of anything she lacked. It was just the fact that he currently still felt like pieces of him were missing. She had been one of those missing pieces, but there were more. Some of them were his missing memories, which he wasn't sure if he'd ever get them all back, and the other part was basically just his life's essence. The Empty might've been named that because there used to be nothing in it, but the people here who were in a state of non-living had an emptiness inside of them. As long as they were dead, they'd remain like that, but some things and some people made it a little better. Like Dagon. "You make me forget I'm dead when I'm with you." Maybe that wasn't the same as feeling whole to her, but it was just as important to him. She had an optimistic light to it, being happy with what she had because of what she'd lost before. He was a little more greedy and more jealous. He got a taste of a good thing and saw what he missed out on. He always wanted more of her. Even as close as they were now, kissing under the starless sky of the Empty, he wanted more of her. He felt saddened when she pulled away and wasn't looking at him anymore. He turned his head to see the giant straw goat he'd built for Nadia's stealing game. He guessed it was time to move it.

"You're the one who's running it through things. You keep pushing me forward when I'm trying to turn," Murmur grumbled. "And you make it sound like getting hung upside down is a bad thing. I'd love to do it." He huffed, but they continued walking.

Belgirel smiled as Dagon laughed into him. He still barely understood what was going on with the goat, but he liked seeing her laugh. He kissed the top of her head. "Let's just stay here awhile."

DAGON & NADIA: She smiled when he remarked that she made him feel like he wasn’t dead. He’d described the sensation of what it felt like to be dead before and the emptiness that came with it. She was glad her presence filled some of that and made him forget. She trailed a few kisses down his jaw and neck before resting her head on his chest. She could still hear the last of the kids argument filtering in.

“Me?” Nadia squawked indignantly. “You’ve got the coordination of a 3 legged giraffe today. If Dagon were to spot you, she’d adopt you and rehab you. And, you know what, maybe you need it!”

Dagon giggled into Belgirel’s chest again. “I didn’t realize both me and Murmur were invited to a roast today,” she whispered. She watched as the goat moved again and the arguing continued. There was much sparkle and mirth in her eyes as she listened to the kids simply being kids until the sound of their voices disappeared. It was clear she loved them both. She nodded when Gears asked to stay here a while. She lifted her head up, kissed him, and then relaxed back into his arms. She’d stay here with him forever if she could.