(This is my first drabble for him, I've only seen the show so bear with me please.)
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He draws closer with each slow, deliberate step. The air feels void of all oxygen, as if it's seeped out and away from your lungs, leaving you attempting to hide how you can't quite draw a breath.
In truth, he's utterly terrifying. His eyes are the darkest you've ever seen, the color rivals that of the shadows surrounding him- the darkness that colors his office. His spine is straight, and the muted thud of his cane only reinforcing the terror scorching your nerves as he gets impossibly close.
His face is a mask of stoicism. There isn't a single feature that betrays how he truly feels towards you, despite the raging thoughts of worry behind his eyes.
He knew he shouldn't have let you on the job, it being out of your range of skills- more suited for stealth and thievery as opposed to the brute force the job called for. You've paid the price for a new experience, and he's paid in the insufferable feeling of worry and panic that overtook him the moment that guard got too close for comfort.
You'd been slashed at, a poor attempt from the guard to go for your heart- instead landing a scrape just below your left collarbone. Still, Kaz was furious at that particular guard- ruthlessly knocking him down with the heavy metal of his cane, the embossed crow splattered with the poor man's blood, which had since been cleaned.
Above all, he was furious with himself. He allowed the one person he cared for in any romantic semblance to be hurt- granted, your pleas to be out on the job made it hard to say no, which he never could to you.
Right now, he towered over you. His form one alike to a statue, not knowing what to say, or how to express what he felt- not knowing how to convey why he was angry. You'd been awaiting his eventual lecture with static running through your veins, numbness overtaking your hands out of nervousness and the pure strength with which you clasped them together in front of you.
After a moment, his shoulders dropped and his hand hovered over yours, unsure of how to proceed but still wanting to make an effort at comfort. You unclasped your hands and delicately took his gloved one into yours, making sure not to apply too much pressure as to not make him uncomfortable.
"You're never going on a job like that again."
"May I ask why?"
His lips pressed together, he didn't want to confess that he cared. He couldn't- it had already been far too close of a call already, with you getting hurt. How could he forgive himself if you were to be out at the hands of his enemies, once they found out about his weakness towards you? The leverage they'd have once they knew of his feelings towards you? He didn't ever want to put you at risk, but he knew you adored your freedom, and he knew you could handle yourself more than well enough. That knowledge still didn't snuff the thoughts; the what if's? The deep seated worry for you.
So for now, he simply took a deep breath and said, "Because you're far too valuable as an asset to be hurt. You will stick to jobs suited for your skillset, and that is final."
(Another repost of an *old* work, I apologize in advance. Titled "Waiting To See If He Kisses You First")
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Thomas Shelby is quite a busy man, and generally always has something else to do after one task is done. You don't always get a moment alone with him, but when you do, it's quite amazing.
Due to his nature, pda isn't in Thomas Shelby's vocabulary, but he's not unwilling to partake in it. When you're both in private, and have a moment to yourselves, however, is a different story.
In the moments that you do both have together, his full attention is on you, and he lavishes you with it. He does pay attention to you, the small details do matter to him, when it comes to you. He doesn't hesitate to initiate affection, and he's used to you immediately following his lead.
So when you both have a day alone together, only dedicated to yourselves, you both immediately take the chance.
His arms are spread wide across the back of the couch, smoke escaping his lips after the long drag he took from his cigarette, which is now held in between his fingers.
You're placed on his lap, head once resting on his chest, but now your gaze follows the lines and curves of his face.
A smile slowly takes over your face as a plan forms itself in your mind, after looking at his lips for a considerable amount of seconds.
Your hand traces up his arm and lands on the back of his neck, garnering his gaze to be placed on you.
You pull him in closer to you, as if you were going to kiss him, but stop short a couple of inches before your lips actually touch.
One of his eyebrows rose, and he closed the gap between the both of you after a moment. The kiss was slow, but purposeful. He wanted to appreciate it, and you.
His hands meet on your lower back, and he pulls away from the kiss.
"If you're going to kiss me, then follow through. Don't get shy now."
Your face got hot, and the only thing you could think of to reply with was his name.
(This is a repost of one of my older works from my personal blog, it's based on that old tik tok trend of pulling in your partner by their belt/belt loops)
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Thomas Shelby, ever the overachiever, had once again worked late into the night doing paperwork. You realized that he did run a business- and that takes up a lot of his time, attention, and effort- but it was nearing the end of the week, and he had been run into the ground for the entirety of it.
You almost felt left out or rather, unattended to. You had missed him dearly, and decided to take his mind off of his work for once.
The look of sheer determination that plagued your face after coming to this conclusion had warned the maids to step out of the way- it was nearly eleven o'clock at night anyways, their shifts were over.
You arrived at the heavy oak doors that blocked you from him, and you undoubtedly knew that he was nursing a glass of whiskey and rubbing his forehead- possibly sighing in frustration. And as much of an amazing sight that would be, you chose to spare him of his misery for any longer, and opened the doors.
The first thing you see is him, in all his glory, downing the rest of his drink and lighting a cigarette. Of course, he immediately noticed your rather dramatic entrance and was pleased to see you. Although he wouldn't show it, you did catch a glimpse of a small smile before he lit the end of his cigarette.
He sighed, shaking the match to extinguish the flame, and said, "Yes, darling? Is there something you need?"
"Mhm. That there is, and I need it immediately," you replied as you walked behind his desk, and stood in front of him. This prompted him to stand as well, and he took your hands in his.
Shaking off his hands, you slowly but surely moved your hands towards his belt- giving him time to stop you if he so wished. However, the only response you got was an eyebrow raise and a small laugh.
It was cut short, however, and promptly replaced with a far more dangerous smirk and a darker glint in his eye when you looped two fingers onto his belt and pulled him close, far into your personal space. Your other hand now rested onto the back of his neck and you used it to pull him into a kiss.
His arms, once laying at his side, now wrapped tightly around your waist and returned the favor of your kiss.
You pulled away for air after so many seconds, and his words were, "You know, sometimes you can make far more dangerous choices than I do."
"Oh?" A small, smug smile graced your face at his words.
"Mhm," was his reply as he pulled you in for another kiss.
August here! This is a little short story I wrote during English class for an exercise. There once was another version, with no past tense parts and no letter 'e', but that has been deleted bc it was horrid.
It is inspired by a moment in a game I'm playing, but I'm not putting what game it is bc the creator is on Tumblr and I'm not ready to be known by that community yet.
This is probably going to have a part two! Where you'll find out more about the stranger on the roof :3
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His hand pushes against my chest as he leans in, pressing himself closer. His silk shirt shifts against my skin and I shiver, hooking my arms around his middle. My foot moves back to brace myself, but the movement has me stumbling, pulling away and gasping as I grip his sleeves, pulling us both down. I slam down hard on my elbows, wincing at what I know will be bruises in the morning. His hands come down on each side of my head and our eyes meet, both of us shocked at the sudden fall. His pupils are blown so wide that his usually bright green eyes seem dark, and I know mine are the same. For a moment, all we do is stare, adrenaline easing and breaths slowing, but the fleeting peace doesn’t last long. He makes that stupid lopsided grin, and I can’t help but laugh, and he follows suit. Our voices are hoarse from the long nights on the road, and though we are years and thousands of miles from then, I can’t help but think of the first night I spent with him. We were both so innocent then. My voice trails off as I shift to one elbow, reaching up to twist his golden hair around my finger – it’s so much longer than it was then. His laughter fades too, then, leaning into my hand and letting his eyes flutter close. He shifts too, then, his hand coming up to cup mine, and he leans down again. My eyes close too now, but his weight is gone, and all I feel is silk settling around me. I open my eyes to see what has happened, but –
Consciousness is sudden and cold. The hotel room is still dark, the rain on the roof the only sound besides my own breathing. I pull my legs up to my chest, the silk bedsheets slipping down. I fight the burning at the corner of my eyes, knowing that if I cry, it will be noticed in the morning. I sniff, going to set my hand on the bedside table to stand, but I hear something knock to the ground. I fumble in the dark, placing what I find to be a festival mask adorned with flowering antlers back on the table, before pulling on my clothes and slipping out the room. I need air.
When I make it to the roof, I can see the moon high in the sky still, the lights from the city below blurred by the rain. I have no umbrella but neither does the lone figure standing at the edge of the roof. The hood on his black cape falls back as he turns to look at me. I am shocked for a moment by bright green eyes, the sting of the dream still far too fresh, but the light catches on dark brown hair, not golden, and I feel my breath even. He smiles, and out of reflex, I smile back. The scar down my face stretches with the motion, and sympathy flashes across his face. His hand goes where it always did, before – to a scar running across his side, one given to him by a group of bandits he met in the woods years ago. I recognize him immediately, even in the dark, even through the grime and tears on his face. But there is no recognition of me on his face, and part of me mourns, knowing now that I have lost my family for good. No matter how many adventures we may have had together, time has still worn me down until I am unrecognizable. He turns away, and though I think about leaving him there, the young mage I once was cries out in my mind, desperate for any sense of comfort from days past. And so, step by step, I walk to the edge and stand beside him. He leans against the railing, regarding me from the corner of his eye for a few moments before speaking.
A/N - I finished writing this in class :) Anyways WHOO Part 10! I'm having fun with this! My OC comes in next part, and this entire thing goes off the rails. Hope y'all have fun! This is the healing chapter, sort of.
Dancing in the castle, when the human had gotten their balance back, laughing with Satan and Diavolo as they fell. Both of their eye bags were nearly unnoticeable; a few days of canceled classes did much good for them. Lucifer watched over them with a fond smile, even though he would deny it if asked.
“Mammon. You have to move your foot back and over, or else I won’t be able to move correctly and we’ll both get tangled up.”
“It’s so awkward! This is stupid.”
“Better than just walking laps around the castle. Shut up and work with me here!”
Lucifer, dragging the rest of the brothers over, and them crying as they held the two. Beel wouldn’t let go of Belphie’s hand he was so upset; Asmo had trails of mascara down his face, but for once, didn’t seem to care. Levi just quietly set his head on their shoulder and closed his eyes.
“We missed you. It was so quiet, and hurt, and-” Asmo sniffed, burying his face in their shirt. “I hated being there. Nothing was the same without you.”
“Beel barely slept, you know. You can’t do that ever again. You gotta stay with us.” Belphie’s voice was tired, like he had barely slept as well.
The Purgatory Hall residents were… harder to win over. The brothers didn’t care what their human was, all they cared about was that they were back. Luke, at first, didn’t seem to notice anything, but Simeon and Solomon felt it as soon as they walked in. Solomon balked at the doorway; Simeon hesitated before sitting on his heels beside them. Mammon, leaned against the opposite wall, shifted and cleared his throat - a quiet warning for all of them.
“Hey.”
“Hi, Simeon.”
A silent tension hung in the air as they sat, with Luke on their lap.
“What happened? You were gone for so long, and now… Something is different.”
“It’s hard to explain. I just knew that- that I couldn’t continue to stay here as I was. Something had to change. I just did what I had to do.”
“Without telling anyone. That’s dangerous, irresponsible, and against any good magic practices.” Solomon sounded slightly angry as he approached, towering over them.
“Wait! What do you mean? What did you do?” Luke had dislodged himself from the human, eyes red but refusing to admit he had been crying.
“Well. I can now be around for as long as you can!” The human smiled at him, glancing at Solomon. “But… that’s all I really know. Barbatos is helping me figure out my next step.”
Luke nodded, looking from Simeon’s concerned grin to Solomon’s skeptical glare. It was silent in the room, so quiet that it felt like their ears were ringing. Solomon was the first to break the silence.
“You’re alright. That’s what matters here; you’re alright. And we’re all together again.” He kneeled down, pulling all four of them into a group hug that was a little too tense to be comforting..
Moving back into HOL was utter chaos. Mammon had been sleeping beside his human for long enough now that he didn’t want to stop; one look from Lucifer, though, and he gave in.
That lasted for about three nights, wherein both of them had horrible nightmares every night that woke them screaming. After this, Lucifer gave in - Mammon’s bed was big enough for two.
There were days they couldn’t go outside. Days the light in the hallways was too bright, days the feeling of standing up made them dizzy and nauseous, days that noise became unbearable. But Mammon was regaining color in his cheeks, and the human was eating semi-normally. The dynamic of the brothers did a one-eighty - they began staying in more, for starters. Beel started eating most of his meals with the human, no matter where they were; Satan brought them both notes and homework and helping them through (after, of course, he had caught up on sleep); Levi lent them games and taught them how to play, staying up when the nightmares were too much; Asmodeus made sure they both kept in good shape, their skin was clear, and was a constant pillar of support when they needed to cry. Belphie was with them the most out of all the brothers, using what magic he could to help them sleep and get over the headaches. He was quiet, and helped them with studying, and didn’t mind when the lights were off for long periods of time.
Lucifer, once done resting, had to work twice as hard.
Barbatos was gone, and Diavolo was catching up on paperwork. He needed Lucifer’s help more than ever. The pair was rarely at RAD, instead spending all their time at the castle trying to sort everything else. There was no sign of the butler for two weeks, in which Mammon and his human became inseparable, and they worked together to keep the HOL together and somewhat neat.
And then two week passed.
Lucifer called Mammon in the middle of the night, telling him to get the rest of the family and come to the castle, now. It sent the house into a panic, with Asmodeus complaining, Beel having to physically carry Belphie, Levi attempting to find his phone in the dark, and at least three piles of Satan’s books being sent flying.
By the time they got to the castle, the angels and Solomon were already there. They seemes nervous, except for Luke, who was asleep in Simeon’s arms. They gathered outside the door to Barbatos’ room, where Diavolo was. Lucifer came out a few minutes later, not knowing anything besides the fact that a very large, very intricate portal had been made, but they could not enter it.
“What do you mean, you can’t enter it?” Satan hissed, shifting on his feet nervously.
“It’s formed, and is definitely Barbatos’ magic, but it just looks like a kaleidoscope. I can’t see in, and it feels like putting my hand on a wall when I touch it.”
“Then that’s not a portal, right?” The human asked, touching Lucifer’s arm gently. He looked away from the door, staring down sadly at them.
“I don’t know. It’s nothing like I’ve ever seen. No magic, in practice or text, resembles what I saw.”
“That’s because it is older than language.” Barbatos smiled, stepping through the door with Diavolo on his heels.
A/N - Okay so this isn't going to end sad I swear. It won't end with a pretty gold ribbon but I won't end sad. Anyways, I know I literally dropped off the face of the planet. Uh,,, I can't go into detail about what happened but basically I got my entire life yanked out from under me wHOO! But I also started college and uh,,, 15 hours with 9 of them being writing intensive? Not a good choice. But I'm an English major now!! And next semester will be easier.
CW! Trauma, and MC collapses. Also, crying, bc MC was laying on the FLOOR for WAY too long.
“It’s not bad, I promise. It’s just… problematic.” Barbatos sighed, pulling back to sit on the balls of his feet. “And I suppose I’m not being entirely truthful. That has happened before, just…” He hesitates, and glances at Diavolo.
“It’s nothing. Just know, for now, do not use your pacts. They will not work correctly, and you may end up hurting the brothers if you try.” Barbatos stands up and sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. “I will have to work on a solution. Lucifer,” he looks over, and suddenly Barbatos seems much older than anyone else in this room. “I will be out of commission for the time. Keep things under control.”
Lucifer nods, and Diavolo glances between them. “Do I… get any context for this?”
“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t be able to comprehend it now. Go to sleep. Your distressingly overdue paperwork can wait.”
Diavolo cringed, nodding and choosing to take this small mercy over questioning the butler. Barbatos, satisfied with this, turns to leave. Just as he makes it to the door, he turns. “Listen. The magic that was required to change you… it is incredibly powerful. You will find its equal in no books or legends. Do not attempt to alter it.”
The door slams as he leaves, and Diavolo lets out a shaky breath.
“That was… concerning, to say the least,” Diavolo laughs, and Mammon decides that he has definitely been crying. Part of him wants to comfort the prince, but he also doesn’t know if he can get up yet.
“What is he going to do? Being out of commission… and he didn’t ask, or even wonder if there could have been another way.” Lucifer murmurs, still looking at the doors. “There has to be some other way. He shifts, rolling his shoulders as he stands and pulls Diavolo to his feet. “In any case, I can’t carry them together. I’ll get Mammon; he’ll be the strongest. And heaviest.” Diavolo nods, uncertain. “Just to a bedroom, for now. We all need sleep.”
The shuffle down the hallway was slow and painful and tense. So many questions, and soreness, and exhaustion. Apparently Mammon had been out for only a day, and Diavolo had been inconsolable. Lucifer had barely slept since the beginning of this ordeal, he just didn’t show it as much. Barbatos had been by his side the whole time, and Satan had been running around doing his best to research the magic required to pull the human out of their trance.
Mammon, halfway to the bedroom they would stay in, was able to stand on his own. Lucifer was going to help Diavolo, but by the time he even thought about it, Mammon had glued himself to the human’s free side. They were both breathing heavily, and the human’s hand had begun to spasm, even in the clasp of Mammon’s.
“I feel like Barbatos knows something and won’t tell me.” Diavolo sounded crushed, like all the air had been taken from his lungs. The group kept walking.
“We are going to talk later about your impulsiveness, Mammon,” Lucifer’s voice was low and quiet, no trace of the threat the words conveyed. “You could have never come back.” The group kept walking.
“I feel like there’s somethin’ wrong with my head.” Mammon blinked rapidly, wavering dangerously. Lucifer grabbed his arm and righted him. The group kept walking.
“I hurt.” A squeak, barely audible, sounded before the human completely collapsed. Diavolo caught them, and he carried them bridal style the rest of the way to the room.
It was comfortable and cool, with a thick comforter on each of two wide beds. Curtains billowed in the breeze the doors created, shifting across the carpeted floors. Diavolo gently placed the human in the nearest bed, pulling the covers up to their chin. They smiled at him and made a small noise in the back of their throat, but the effort seemed too much and they gave up. Diavolo smiled and turned towards Mammon.
“You have the choice to stay in the second bed, but,” Diavolo blinked slowly, rubbing his eyes. “I think they would appreciate it more if you stayed with them. Go easy on yourselves, and sleep as long as you need.” His smile fell, and his gaze shifted past Mammon and Lucifer, focused on some distant point. “I think Barbatos may take a while.”
Mammon nodded, muttering a ragged “Thanks,” before pulling himself in with his human. Their hand twitched against his chest, and they nestled into him, pulling into his warmth. They were cold, unnaturally so, and shaking even more.
The sniffling started soon after the door creaked shut, their tears dripping onto his neck and hands gripping his shirt. Mammon pulled them closer, interlocking their legs and wrapping his arms around their waist. It clicked for him that this wasn’t over; they were in pain, of course they would be, they were in that horrible place for much longer than he was. There was so much he wanted to ask them; how many times they had lived through those memories, how much they had thought of him, what they were feeling right now.
He buried his face in their neck, breathing them in and wishing that this could have been under better circumstances, that one day they could be together without pain, or sadness, or some threat hanging over their heads.
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed that on ya so suddenly,” he started, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I should’ve given ya time. I should’ve thought about all this before. I just-”
“Mams.”
“Right.”
He sighed, pulling them in. The drift off to sleep was slow and often interrupted; One of them would shift, or jerk awake, or have a nightmare, and the other would be there to comfort them. Time held no meaning - the door stayed closed, the view from the window never changed, and the only noise in the room was fabric shifting and steady breathing. For the first time since the exchange program began, the two were allowed to find solace in each other without fear or hesitation.
For the first time since they had met, they allowed themselves to love each other.
Hi! I absolutely love how you wrote my last request so i have another! Only if you want to write for it though- absolutely no pressure :) from the recent prompt list for eddie x reader: “move your blanket, i wanna lay down on your lap.” & "lying on the couch on top of eachother, one combing their fingers through the other’s hair as they watch a movie"
(If it isn't obvious I have a love for just hanging out and cuddling <3)
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OF COURSE, FRIEND. I'm so glad you enjoyed the first one so much!
I'll let you in on a huge secret (not so secret to my friends @ the 2 that follow me shut UP), but I am the biggest sucker for lazy domestic fluff. Just doing nothing together and existing together and cuddling will never get old. I'll write as many of these as you WANT lol. I did change the first prompt just slightly though, hope you don't mind!! Also very sorry I only seem to post these at midnight, I am trash and don't get motivated until bedtime.
Title: Magic Fingers
Pairing: Eddie Munson/GN!Reader
Word Count: 780
Warnings: one single swear, references to the movie 'The Fly' and VERY BRIEF blink-and-you-miss-it mentions of the gore in 'The Fly", tooth rotting fluff.
“No, no, no,” Eddie protests dramatically, dropping a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of you. Kernels fly out over the edge of the bowl as it lands. He leans away briefly to shove a videotape that you just got back from renting into the VCR, but then grabs the remote and is back at your feet, pawing at the blanket that covers you. “C’mon, move the blanket, lemme in there.”
You scrunch your nose and shake your head, pulling the plush fabric up closer to your chest and holding on for dear life. “Uh-uh,” you insist, “Steve told me this shit was scary, I need some security over here! You’re on your own, Munson.”
He scoffs and drops his body onto the couch with a light bounce, throwing his feet up onto the coffee table and fast forwarding through the previews at the beginning of the tape.
“Well, forgive me for thinking I could offer you some comfort from The Fly. I suppose you’re right, that flimsy little thing stands a much better chance at protecting you than I do.” There’s a playfulness in his voice and a smile reaching his eyes, so you know his sarcasm is nothing more than a tease.
He tosses his arm around the back of the couch, and despite your previous protests you do make your way over to him, resting a hand on his chest and leaning up to place a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. You simper your praise, “my big strong man. Of course you’ll protect me from the monster that Jeff Goldblum is sure to become.”
He beams with pride and you swear you can feel his chest puff beneath you, but soon enough he’s pressing play as the beginning credits roll. You offer to cover you both with the blanket but he waves it off with a soft, “nah.” He does, however, pull a throw pillow from the floor into his lap and pats it gently with a knowing look. “Wanna lay down? I know your head was hurting you earlier.”
You can’t stop the dopey look from taking over your face as you sigh and mumble a quiet and grateful, “love you so much.”
The movie plays and you settle comfortably into the sofa, resting your head on the pillow in Eddie's lap and wrapping the blanket tight around you. You watch in horror as Seth Brundle transforms into the fly over the course of the movie, the gore in this particular film much more than you’re used to. At the first big jump scare that gets you, you can hear Eddie breathe a soft laugh at your expense but his hand lands comfortingly in your hair anyway. He runs his fingers through it, cold metal from his rings occasionally brushing against your ear and making you squirm. His fingers soothe your nerves, scratching lightly at your scalp during tense, suspenseful build ups, and when you jump at the sudden musical stings that follow he untangles the digits from your hair to ghost along your eyebrows and cheekbones calmingly.
Your body, once wound tight from the horror on screen, relaxes into his touch.
When the credits roll, you’ve practically melted into the sofa, and when Eddie presses power on the TV remote, the sudden black screen and crackling noise it makes startles you back down to earth.
“There she is,” he teased affectionately, brushing stray hairs off of your face when you turn onto your back to look up at him. “Thought I lost you toward the end there.”
“Hmm,” you shake your head as much as possible with resistance from the pillow, “not quite.” An involuntary yawn interrupts your answer, and Eddie raises his eyebrows in rebuttal. “I made it to the end of the movie, didn’t I!? It’s not my fault you have magic fingers.”
“Ooh, magic, huh?” He taunts, tongue poking between his teeth and his eyebrows raising again, suggestively this time. He holds his hands out and waves his so-called magic fingers in front of your face. “Pretty sure it’s not just your scalp that would agree with that one.”
You roll your eyes and swat at his face, trying to physically wipe the smirk that follows right off. He catches your wrist and brings your hand to his face, chuckling softly through his nose as he presses a kiss to your palm.
“C’mon,” he breathes and taps your forehead so you can sit up. He stands, folds the blanket haphazardly, and turns out the lamp. Taking your hand and pulling you up off the couch, he kisses your forehead. “It’s late, let’s get you to bed.”
Eddie Munson's trailer is quiet. The lights are dimmed and the only sounds heard inside was the low hum of your playlist, and the deep breathing coming from the both of you.
If anyone were to walk in, they'd only see the both of you- a wondrous sight on its own- wrapped up in each other. Arms crossing over torsos and waists, legs tangled together, hands running through hair. All eyes were closed, each other both too focused on the feeling of being so close. Knowing that the other was alive, breathing, relaxed and at peace. Knowing that this type of peace only came from each other, as well as the quiet, special type of love you shared.
It was the type of love described in poems and hidden in song lyrics, one that has immediate eyes on the other if something went wrong. If the tell tale sign of one being uncomfortable displayed, the remaining half would know instantly.
It's love that has you both picking up small flowers, trinkets, rocks, crystals, cds, guitar picks, and many, many more treasured items to gift the other. All of those items which now dot your respective rooms, blending in and being well adored when looked upon fondly again.
It's instinctively reaching for Eddie's hand when you go through crowds. It's him pressing a soft kiss to your forehead when he knows that you feel a bit down. It's cuddling together whenever possible. It's sneaking in through his bedroom window at three am when you know his uncle is home so you won't disturb him by knocking on the door. It's trying out new recipes and Eddie being the taste tester, and it's helping him plan his dnd campaigns and trying to design new villains.
For now, you're both at peace and half asleep on his couch, your music switching to a softer song and it lulls the both of you into a deeper sleep.
There's no way to quite describe the look you spot in Eddie's eyes. Love? Adoration? Unbridled happiness? Content? You were sure that if you'd asked him, he would tell you.
But for now you were content to let him twirl you around the kitchen while Iron Maiden played on in the background. Maybe it's not the best music for this type of dancing, but neither of you could care, content to be in each other's arms.
"Sweetheart? Did you hear me? or were you too busy staring at me?"
"Hm? What? No, I was definitely not staring at you, Munson."
"Whatever keeps your mind at ease, sweetheart."
You stop him from spinning you around again and wrap your arms around his neck, faces inches apart. You see his eyes dart from your lips to your eyes, and back again. The tension, more akin to yearning, is palpable, but neither of you make the first move.
"Sweetheart?"
"Hm?"
"Can I kiss you?"
You don't respond with words, but rather with gently pressing your lips to his, a slight pressure but not enough to be crushing. His response is immediate, and the kiss is sweet, no hint of heat or lust, but filled instead with soft love.
You both decide to stay that way for a while, relishing in the closeness and appreciating each other.
i love that when you scroll through the blog the main thing you see is august's works and then bam! there's a small drabble for a random character that i did, it makes me laugh
Hi all! I have been offline for a bit and I think it’s about time I explained what the fuck is going on.
I’m going to college. In the fall. And because of said college’s rigorous application process I have been fucking STRESSED. Especially because I have until May 25th to do all this. And 5 days after that, I’M GOING TO THE UK!!
I’ll be there for 2 months, at every major beef cattle show in the UK!
Anyways, I will be COMPLETELY OFFLINE during this period as I will be working extremely hard to earn the money I will be being paid to work with the people I will be staying with. After, once college starts, things will still possibly be hectic. So give me some mercy please!
I’ll be sharing pics and stories on my personal account!
But this is the reason I will be offline a lot and will not be posting. Thanks for your time!
A/N - So, we are about to get the angel’s reaction as well as an explanation (or the best you’re gonna get) of MC’s... condition. Next chapter, of course. As for this one... well, you’ll see. If there’s any mistakes, you can comment or send me an ask. If you want to guess at Mammon’s condition, go right ahead and send asks. I may give hints if you’re close.
CW! Blood, just a nosebleed, and implied sleep deprivation and slight malnutrition.
When Mammon woke up, Lucifer managed to jump back in time.
Satan did not.
Mammon shot up from the position he had been placed in (haphazardly laid out on the makeshift bed Satan had been making) fast enough to slam his forehead into Satan’s nose.
Satan reeled back, shock and offense battling on his face. Mammon brought a hand up to his head, which, besides now hurting due to the sudden collision, was spinning and throbbing. “Aw, fuck… what happened? Where- what happened?” He barely opened one eye, registered that despite the fact that he didn’t have his sunglasses it was dark, and there five other bodies in the room. Lucifer and, of course, Satan, but also Barbatos and Diavolo, who were huddling around the fifth- his human.
Lucifer’s hand yanked Mammon around to face him, and Mammon now realized why everything seemed so quiet- his ears were ringing, loud enough that even Lucifer’s yelling couldn’t faze the second-born.
Mammon tilted his head at Lucifer, not sure whether or not he was yelling when telling him that he couldn’t hear. He watched Lucifer roll his eyes and let him briefly place his hands on Mammon’s ears.
“What the FUCK Mammon?” Satan’s voice, now that Mammon could hear, was nasally due to him holding his nose, which had begun bleeding quite a bit. Mammon, seeing this and realizing what he had hit, barely bit back a laugh.
“Why were you leaning over me?” Mammon asked as snarkily as he could while still exhausted and in pain.
“I was trying to cast a dream spell! Shit, that’s bleeding a lot.”
Lucifer chimed in, trying to hold back his own chuckle. “Do you want help with that?”
“Fuck you, Lucifer.”
“Suit yourself.”
“Alright! I have a headache and you two squabbling like vultures isn’t helping!” The human’s voice was rough, having not been used in weeks. Barbatos had backed off, but Diavolo (who still, if Mammon looked close enough, looked like he’d been crying) still hovered over them, worrying over the circles under their eyes, the slight waver in their stance, the shake in their hands. However, even he stayed back as they shifted to move closer to Mammon. The demon went to met them halfway but found that he was similarly unbalanced. He barely caught himself, and he instead decided he could be patient enough to wait a few more seconds for them.
They fell to their knees, nearly stepping on Mammon, and crashed into him in a way that was supposed to be an embrace but ended up as more of a tangle. He wrapped his arms around his human (though they weren’t really anymore) and held them as tight as he could. He was in an uncomfortable position, and still a bit dizzy, but he didn’t move for fear of dislodging them and finding this all was just another dream. Time, like in the space between memory, seemed unimportant. It could have been hours, and neither would have cared.
Until, of course, the library door shut behind Satan with a bang a few seconds later.
They both jumped, detaching from each other suddenly. The former human looked ragged, now that he could see them clearly, and from the look on their face they felt just as bad. He imagined that if he had a mirror, he would look just as bad.
Barbatos called their name and they looked away hesitantly. Lucifer was preoccupied (or, more likely, politely ignoring his younger brother and his ‘human’) with smoothing out a book Mammon vaguely recognized, but when he tried to reach into the past- into his memories- his head started to hurt. He figured it was a side effect of the magic, one that would wear off in a few days.
“I know you’re exhausted, but we need to check your magic levels- and not just the human magic anymore.” Barbatos pulled the book out of Lucifer’s hands as he passed, leaving him staring at his hands just long enough for Mammon to note that he was definitely zoning out.
“While the spellwork was able to determine that something was wrong, it was stumped as to what exactly was wrong. It seemed like all the magic you had was no longer just dormant- it was as if it was hiding or disappeared for good. Then, just before you woke up, both you and Mammon’s magic spiked to levels that would normally indicate a more powerful form.”
“Your demon form, Mammon, and something similar for you.” Lucifer interrupted, “but without the actual form part of it. Just the magic levels, which is unprecedented.”
“Exactly. Which is why we worry about your magic being affected as well.”
The ‘human’ raised their hand, drawing the attention of the four demons in the room to them.
“I have multiple questions. But my most pressing one is, how did Mammon get in here in the first place?”
Three heads dropped, all three guilty parties finding the floor profoundly interesting. It was Diavolo, speaking aloud for the first time, who began an explanation. “I was really tired- I was so nervous after everything went wrong, and I didn’t really sleep.” He sounded like he might start crying again. “So when he came to the door, I thought he just wanted to talk to Lucifer. So I called for him, and… I left the door open.”
Barbatos completed the tale, hesitating throughout. “I believed Mammon would help fix what had happened. And despite the outcome, whether I was right or wrong, I shouldn’t have… I should have done what I was supposed to do, instead of endangering you both.”
They nodded, accepting the explanation and unspoken apology- though it may have just been because they were too exhausted to argue. Barbatos gave a hint of a smile and kneeled next to them, drawing a phantom symbol on their palm. Mammon leaned back, nervous of the magic now that he had messed with it once. Their palm glowed, shining a bright green, then blue, then red, and finally settling on an even brighter white, before finally blinking out as Barbatos let the spell fade. His nose scrunched up in confusion.
“Well. That has certainly never happened before.”
They pulled their hand back, reeling back towards Mammon. “I’m sorry?”
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