#ANYWAY yeah! thanks for giving such good inspiration with your mc!

[ghostiidasponk]

GNSUFGHHHHH BATHYUB MERMAID AZUL HAS MY BRAIIIINNNNNNN

brainrot below the cut but HEAR ME OUT

tw: non graphic body dysmorphia, angst, VERY DARK

I will embrace

Embrace your membranes, your bones

And keep you cool

Then, I will squeeze out

Squeeze out your evil, your grim and your woe

Transform myself

Once and for all

Sink into the tub

Reborn, Reform, Twist my legs to one and mind to none.

Tell me, tell me,

What do you see In the mirror that's covered in chalky steam

Touch me, touch me, Kiss me to sleep

So I can breathe

Cut me open and give me gills

^^^ OK SO HEAR ME OUT BUT LIKE

something something MC finds Azul (merform) on the beach (NRC isnt a thing in this au LET IT HAPPEN), crying because he constantly gets bullied by mermaids/ hates himself a lot- but then MC finds him so captivating (because omg OCTOMER?1!1?1?) and decides to take Azul home and keep him in his bathtub (IM STILL WORKIMG THAT PART OUT) but Azul still ignores Yuu because he's still thinking about those mermaids, he's still thinking about the harsh words, still wants to be accepted by them

but Yuu loves Azul so much, so much that they even start changing themselves *physically* for him, looking for mermaid scales to stick to their body, twisting their two legs into one to make a mermaid tail- because maybe when they're finally a mermaid- a mermaid that recognizes Azul and accepts him for who he is, then maybe they could finally, *finally* have that taste of a love they oh so desperately longed from him.

and that's when Azul finally recognizes just how much Yuu loves him- that they're even willing to change in horrifying, self destructive ways that he sees that the more Yuu's infatuation grows for him, the more his mind spirals into madness- and Azul can't help but love Yuu because 'oh my god you're destroying youtself for me that's so sweet and concerning.'

And I know Azul would probably like,,, make a contract or something to turn Yuu into a mermaid but BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THE SONG PSLSPSLPSLSPSSL LETS PRETEND ANOYHER SCENARIO

With tweezers and nippers, Trim off my fins

And forever I'll be yours

I won't fight or make you cry

Whatever you need, Whenever you need

I'll be by your side

And then I gave you my eyes, To see all the colours

And then I gave you my ears, To hear all the sirens

And then I gave you my heart, To fill in the emptiness in your chest

And then I gave you my brain, So that you can learn to love

That's right baby, as the lyrics suggest Azul starts giving Yuu his ACTUAL body parts to get them closer and closer to being a mermaid- wanting to help Yuu reach their goal, as sick as it is

Tell me tell me, What do you see

In the water that's clinging onto my skin

Cut me cut me

Please make it deep

If I'm covered in scars, Will you look at me

Kiss me kiss me, Don't leave me be

I'm a bathtub mermaid, I cannot swim but only sing

Just pull the plug

Flush down all your memories

Into the sea

At the end of it all, Azul begs for Yuu to forget about him, to go back to living the life before they met Azul, before they started ruining themselves, before they descended into madness, when they were still happy, a self-sacrifice for a self-sacrifice.

haha anyway yeah thanks for listening to my ted talk good night folks. Very scuffed very last minute- but if you wanna sing to the song it's 'Bathtub Mermaid' by Mili :3c

this entire thing was inspired by a song interpretation I found online- I'm gonna look for the link and post it here mwehehe

[regretisstoredintheme]

Hi it's your local spawn from hell who wrote about Yandere Mickey-

Anyway, can little me request the turtaleles with pianist MC? Yeah thanks my ideas basic af leave me alone It can be a fic or hcs I don't give a fuck-

I'm just a ginger music nerd who craves content that isn't mine-

Makin my way downtown, walkin’ fa— OH?? WHATS THIS??

WHAT THE FUCK??

*SNATCHES PAPER*

“Pianocat939 asked:

Hi it's your local spawn from hell who wrote about Yandere Mickey- 

Anyway, can little me request the turtaleles with pianist MC? Yeah thanks my ideas basic af leave me alone It can be a fic or hcs I don't give a fuck-

I'm just a ginger music nerd who craves content that isn't mine-“

A/N: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE??? NONONO YOU BITCH YOURE NOT SUPPOSED TO REQUEST FROM ME ??— IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY INBOX🧍 

YES OFC ILL WRITE IT BUT WHAT??? IM OVER HERE MAKING YOU FANART AND SHIT IN THE BACK AND YOU JUST SAUNTER UP HERE LIKE “yo can I get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh raggedy cloth and others with piano” GET THE FUCK OUT /j

——-

All turtles x Pianist!Reader

—

(In honor of this occasion I only see it fit to write with your cursed ass names) 

Raggedy Cloth:

HUGE sweetheart.

Likes to sit close to the bench, his head and arms propped up on the wood - taking up as little space as possible.

He watches closely, his tail wagging gently in anticipation as your fingertips drum on the keys. His smile widens as he hears the notes, snuggling up to you. 

Sometimes he has a hard time not hugging your torso, having you there in his arms just lulls the turtle right to sleep— doesn’t matter what you’re playing. 

You could be playing the most chaotic, horrifying, heart wrenching piece of sheet music and as long as he was hugging you, he’d be fine. In fact, he’s incredibly content!

If you gently pat his head before playing, the churring that vibrates from him is rather hard to play over— but eh who are you kidding? It adds a good baseline. 

He hardly notices anytime you mess up, and if it really starts to bug you - he’s rubbing up and down your back, telling you to take a break, get a snack, anything to help you calm down. 

Danielston III:

He isn’t exactly the type to sit and watch you play. 

However, when you had expressed an interest in piano, he quietly began working on a custom-made keyboard. Purple, of course.. with accents of your favorite color. 

It has more sounds than the original, and, it’s a lot more practical. 

It did come with headphones.. however, he may or may not have messed with the jack so it could hook up to his headphones as well — with Bluetooth.

You know how he records everything? 

…yeah.

Sometimes when he’s really overstimulated, he’ll just pull up recordings of your music, the sound calming his nerves until he can get himself back together. 

When he’s understimulated? There is nothing stopping him from remixing your talent.

He DEFINITELY adds your mess - ups too, he thinks your tirades of frustration are actually really humorous.

I like to think he makes most of his ‘jammy jams’ by himself, considering how he knows what he likes, but you know.

Overall he appreciates your talent— but in secret. He’d die before letting you know how much he relies on it. 

Mikey Mouse:

Loves your playing so much!! 

Theres no better feeling then listening to you play and working on his art— he considers you an incredible artist, especially if you compose your own music. 

His mood depends on what you’re playing, it can really affect what he plans on drawing.

If you play chaotic things, he acts like he doesn’t mind at all!! And really he doesn’t, but if you look over his shoulder, you’ll notice it’s inspired him to draw his own chaotic things..  

Things you wouldn’t even wanna unleash on your own worst enemy.

Everytime you finish a song or overcome a rut you were in, he’s bombarding you with compliments. 

“That one was so cool, Y/N!”

“Where did you learn to play like that?”

“You did it! I’m so proud of you..” 

incredibly genuine too— like it’s overflowing.

I feel like this was short, but there’s not really much to say about the mikester 😭 Hes just content to be in your presence. He sees you as an artist the same as him, same level and creative ability. He loves being around you.

Tableo:

He makes sure you have a couch instead of a bench for your piano

Why? 

So he can lean against you and prop his legs up on the armrests of course!!

He’s quick to point out when you do something impressive, like a chord progression you had been practicing all day. his brows furrow as he gives you his signature smirk, “Class-ayy~” 

He often reads comics while you play, chuckling anytime you mess up. 

If you point out his laughter, there is LOADS of teasing in for you. 

“I don’t see what’s so hard!” He laughs, as you scoff, asking him to play it if it’s so easy! “Well, you can’t expect me to just do it perfectly with hands like these..” he gestures to his 6 fingers, but scoots closer to you anyway, muttering something about how “but.. if you insist~”

He’s surprisingly really good his first try! Great for someone with “hands like his”.

If you try to teach him though, he’s yawning through your whole lecture — instead staring at you and how prettily your features meshed together. 

“Leo? Did.. you hear anything I just said..?”

“Hehehehhh.. nope. ♡”

He’s.. Shameless..!

Absolutely…

Shameless.

——

A/N: PLS EXCUSE ME FOR BEING SUCH A FANBOYJFHJDHS op is just really cool ♡

[shiny-jr]

Hello! Just wanted to say I absolutely adored your Damnation AU and Isekai Impostor AU for Twst!! The way you write the characters is amazing and you've convinced me to actually start playing the game haha! I also read and enjoyed your other stories on Quotev. I want you to know that you're an amazing author, keep up the good work (ah, but please don't overdo it, I hope you take plenty of rest too)! 🫶🫶🫶

I'm not sure if it's been asked before and I just missed it, but I was wondering if it's okay if we wrote a continuation of sorts on one of the results on Damnation (specifically for Chieftain MC) and posted it on Ao3? It's given me writing brainrot ever since I read the result and I just can't stop thinking about the idea. Of course, I'll give you credit and link back to your quiz on Quotev + Tumblr.

I understand as well if you'd prefer we didn't, either way it's your story to share and I'll appreciate any response you give! Thanks again for writing Damnation and being my gateway drug dealer to Twst!! 🫶🫶🫶

Ayo? I've never been called a gateway drug dealer to twst?? That's a new one. Anyways, thank you so much, anon. I'm kinda honored that I could even get someone to remotely consider playing the game, but I hope you're enjoying it so far! And Quotev too? Wow. Haven't posted anything there in a hot minute but that's where all my old and original stuff is. Been thinking about posting there again, but we gotta see. And don't worry, I guess I'll kinda consider this time of not writing much as a break. Hopefully my motivation comes back though.

As for the second part of your ask, I don't believe I've ever been asked that. Yeah, I say sure, why not? I'm happy that it could inspire someone so much, and I'm curious to see what you can think of with it. I mentioned this in other asks, but Savanaclaw's result was actually gonna be way more different but in the end it just wasn't. I'd actually be super interested to see what you make of it! So yeah, go for it. Please tag me, because I would love to read it!

[eurydicees]

Random ask, who are your top 5 (or top 3) fav characters from Haikyuu? And why do you love them? Also, what are your top 5 fav moments from the series? Thanks if you want to answer....

oh i would LOVE to answer !!! sorry it took so long to get to this!! this was sooooo hard to do. it's not in any particular order because i can't bring myself to do a favorites list like that, as i have so much love in my body to give to the world and also haikyuu specifically. under the cut because this got long!! there ARE manga spoilers in this post!!!

top 5 characters

oikawa

yeah we all say this one coming let's be honest with ourselves here. his growth as a person genuinely makes me crazy. he's so well developed and he's truly such a fascinating character. his arc is beautifully tied in with the MCs and beautifully ended. the way it all ties together and comes together with him at the end...chef's kiss. i have a whole theory about the way it all comes back to oikawa that i have ranted about on discord but i have not posted it...oops.

bokuto

my beloved............he means so much to me. he's so special in my heart. adhd representation fr. he's so much smarter and has so much more depth than people give him credit for--which drives me crazy and i hate it--and he genuinely has such an impact on the narrative that doesn't get appreciated enough. i love him so much.

atsumu

i really don't know how to put this into words but i'm so obsessed with him. he's so important to me. it's smth about the drive and hunger to get better at what you love, the absurd confidence in yourself that is earned rather than a facade, the way he never sees another option but putting all of your heart into what you love and want to do....he means everything to me.

akaashi

i don't know if this one will come as a surprise to people, but he's fr one of my favorite characters. he's so interesting. his mindset is really interesting and i absolutely loved seeing him in the fukurodani v mujinazaka game--it's about how he recovers, how he learns to keep trying as best he can no matter if he's worth it or not or strong enough or not, how deeply he loves his team and how deeply they love him, how he learns to love them rather than try to control them. it's just like. you and those you love being the most important people in the world, the protagonist of your own story and life, but also not being afraid of losing. not being afraid of trying, even if it means you may fail. give me your 120%. i know you can. man. i don't even know. he makes me crazy.

kenma

oh man. his journey and arc makes me...i don't even know. it means so much to me. the promise to make him say something was fun or frustrating--then nekoma's loss, and him saying it was fun anyways. oh my god. crying about it tbh. his development as a character: not particularly remarkable at first sight, but cunning and smart underneath what he looks like, learning to put every piece of himself into a game, learning to have fun while playing even if he loses. man. yeah. kenma.

top 5 moments

tanaka's mediocre me monologue (chp 263)

aaaaaaaa. this idea that you may be mediocre but that doesn't mean you can't risk it all and push yourself further and be the best. it's the whole POINT of haikyuu. don't limit yourself because of your insecurities or because someone tells you that you can't do something. you don't have time to waste by giving up or doubting yourself, because there's so much you can do. this is the moment that solidified tanaka's character for me; i hadn't super loved him before this moment and then i got to this and went. oh. yeah. ok. that's really good actually.

nekoma's loss to karasuno (chp 324)

oh my god. this makes me crazy. i don't even have words for it. don't make me think about it. i'mc rying.

kiryuu's monologue (chp 334)

it's just. the idea of this top 3 ace who doesn't have enough confidence to believe in himself learning to "channel your inner narcissist." AND ITS BOKUTO WHO INSPIRES IT. CRYING. and like just this idea that well, you may not have confidence in yourself, but other people believe in you and you believe in them, so don't let them down by talking down to yourself. and like..."it takes everything i have to keep up with this man, it takes everything i have to play volleyball" and playing anyways...i'm biting things .

oikawa's volleyball is fun moment (chp 373)

oh my god ok. this moment means everything to me. it's about the burn out it's about the passion it's about the rediscovery it's about the fun it's about the love it's actually the point of everything it's what matters it's one of the best chapters in the manga, one of the best pieces of development for oikawa, one of the best pieces of development for hinata, i'm going crazy i'm so insane about this moment . i actually cried reading this for the first time. tears streaming down my face. i have a more in depth post about this moment here!!! but like genuinely as someone who experiences artistic burnout so easily and so often, the reminder that what you love is fun is so important to me. easily one of my favorite moments in any piece of writing ever.

the ending (chp 402)

i'm not gonna include the whole monologue but it makes me fuckign wild. i just. yeah. yeah. yeah. haikyuu. it means so much to me.

honorable mentions for top moments:

"if i'm here, you're invincible" don't touch me i'm crying

NISHINOYA FOOT RECIEVE

yamaguchi's failed serve and the way karasuno recovers & yamaguchi's six points & tsukki and yamaguchi's serve and block panel with the shield and spear. going insane.

"when oikawa is backed into a corner, he'll set to iwaizumi" i'm actually crawling up the walls about this

the last point in the second aoba johsai game. enough said.

tsukki's Moment TM . you all know exactly which one i'm talking about.

kenma calling yamamoto tora

"volleyball is a sport where you're always looking up".......garbled screaming at this

HINATA PERFECT RECEIVE

tsukki's "if i could stuff this now i'm sure everyone would go crazy, but i can't, so...you better be there hinata" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the last inarizaki point. the reflection in kita's eyes. the flashes of we don't need the memories. this angle, this position, it's perfect. the parallels to the last aoba johsai point. speed isn't invincible...those two understood that a little better than everyone else. oh my god. shaking.

can you tell that my favorite game is the inarizaki one. because really i should just say my favorite moment is that entire game.

kenma's "it hurts. it's painful. i don't ever want this to end." & "don't give up on me now hinata"

the kenhina knife fight. oh my god. i feel deranged with the way i talk about this panel.

"someone even better will find you" oh my god kageyama my sweetheart

[missnedge]

Excuse me, I fucking loved that Bakugoxreader oneshot, and the tinny bit of angst with, but now that I took a sip I want more, much much more, so pretty please 🥺

Can any of you two make another oneshot full of angst and heartbreak, with a happy ending with Hawks or Dabi or Aizawa.

Just me and my extreme need to cry rn.

Dabi/Reader

Hello! I woke up, read you're request and have been working on it all day, its literally almost 1:30am. Truth is I'm not all that familiar with writing or reading for any of the characters you requested, but I did some soul searching and found some good inspiration for Dabi. I'm sorry if it's not as angsty as you had in mind, once I got the idea I really got on a roll and the ideas kept flowing. Also no crying :(

Anyway! Here you go!

Summary: You stumbled upon Dabi by accident, and by one risky choice you intertwined your fates. You both loved eachothers company, but Dabi had always been vauge about his life. One day you learn why, in the worst possible way. Can you forgive him?

Tags: Injuries, wound cleaning, life threatening situations, threats, angst, feelings of betrayal, bantering, reader is sarcastic, reader is gender neutral, fluff, love confessions, kissing

Written by Edge

Personal account: @hollister-mc

~~~

It was a stormy night, and you had gotten off late from work. Thank fuck you had the sense to check the weather this morning before leaving. You would've been absolutely miserable if you had to walk in this downpour without an umbrella. 

You were almost to your apartment, about a block away when you heard it, a groan of pain coming from an alleyway. You froze on the spot as you turned to look down the dark stretch. Alarm bells started going off in your mind, nothing ever good comes from alleyways in the middle of the night. You were just asking to get mugged if you tried to involve yourself, just mind your own business and keep going. 

You turned to take another step but stopped. "Fuck…" A raspy voice hissed in pain. 

You sighed. Logically you should move on, just head back home. But for whatever reason, something in your gut told you to help. "For fucks sake." You muttered before stepping into the alley. The darkness enveloped your vision, you blinked and scanned around. A figure sat hunched against the wall, clutching their abdomen. 

You crouched down, holding the umbrella over the both of you. "Hey, you okay?" You ask. The person lifts their head, bright blue eyes meet your concerned stare. "You should get out of here." His voice was gruff, he winced and clutched his side again. You sighed and glanced around at the filthy crumpled brick walls of the dank alley. "Yeah, I know I should, but for some reason my moral compass kicked in. So let's get you to the hospital." 

He tensed and glanced away. "No. No hospitals. I'm fine, now get the hell out of here." You grit your teeth. No hospitals? If that's not a red flag then you don't know what is. Then again, he could be high on something, or maybe he committed a crime? Or perhaps he was just deathly afraid of hospitals.

You really, really should just go home. But what if he dies here in this alley cause you were too scared to do anything? Could you live with that in your conscience? 

With a huff you reach out your hand to him. "Fine, no hospitals. But at least let me help you in some way." He glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you an idiot?" 

"Yes." You deadpan, emphasizing your extended hand once again. "Now shut the hell up and take my hand before I regret being nice." 

He let out a low chuckle before reaching out and clasping his hand around yours. You ignore how rough and warm it is, hoisting him up with all of your strength. You forgo the umbrella, instead just shoving it in your bag so you'd have a free hand. 

You moved out of the alleyway, with the strange man. You glanced up at him, the street light giving you a proper look at his face. Your heart rate sped up once you saw the nasty scarring on his face. He glances at you, noticing your shocked expression. He gives you a lazy smirk. "Regretting your decision sweetheart?" 

You let out a huff and roll your eyes. "I regretted my decision the second I stepped into the alley way. Your face doesn't change anything, besides, ever heard of `don't judge a book by its cover?'" 

He let out a short chuckle as he watched your face return to its mildly annoyed look from before. 

You silently hoped, none of your neighbors saw you lugging a giant injured man into your apartment. You shut the door behind you and locked it before moving him to the couch. You toss a couple of blankets down before he sits, trying to minimize wet furniture as much as possible.

You set your bag down and slip off your slightly damp coat. You turn back towards him, he looks up at you expectantly. "I'm normally not like this on the first date but I'm gonna need you to strip." You say sarcastically. He actually lets out a full laugh this time. "Not a problem with me sweetheart. Though I'm in a lot of pain, could you do it for me?" A bark of laughter left your mouth and you tossed your coat onto the coffee table. "Sure thing mutt." You smirk at him and slide off his soaking trench coat. He snickers and tilts his head. "Mutt? Not a very loving pet name." You give him a slacked grin. "You smell like a wet dog." 

He starts to laugh but then stops. "Wait, I do?" 

You see the red splotch on his white shirt, you lift the hem up to his chest eyeing the wound. "Any other injuries besides this one?" You glance up at him, he seems uncomfortable. "Just a few scrapes and bruises." You nod and stand up. "Be right back." 

He watched you slip away into another room, he glanced down at his lower stomach. He sighs and pulls the shirt down, covering back up. He bounces his leg, listening to you rummage through a drawer in another room. He should probably just leave out your window, no need to get you caught up into the shit show that was his life. After a moment of debate with himself you came back into the room with a first aid kit. 

"Sorry, I was trying to figure out what supplies I needed, then I just said fuck it and brought the whole box." You set the box on the table and snapped it open. He watched you with a slight smile as you fumbled around with some gauze and a bottle of disinfectant. "You know what you're doing sweetheart?" 

You turn back around and crouch in front of him, lifting his shirt back up. "Medically? Or situationally? Cause if you're asking about the latter, no I don't. But I'm pretty decent with medical stuff."

He hissed slightly as you pressed a damp cloth against his wound. "You a doctor or something? A nurse?" You hum slightly and continue to gently clean his wound. "No, I watched Scrubs." 

He blinked and stared down at you in shock. You glanced up at him before a smirk creeped onto your face. "I'm fucking with you. My dad was a doctor, and I took a couple classes a couple years ago when I thought I wanted to go into the medical field."

He shook his head with a slight smile, you were so different to anyone else he's ever met. People either feared him, or didn't respect him. You? You didn't give a fuck, you were just here to help; and you were hilarious as well.

He glanced around your apartment as you placed a fresh gauze pad. "What made you decide to not not go into medicine?" 

You furrowed your brows as you started to undo some wraps. "Just decided it wasn't for me. The thought of people's lives depending on me makes me nauseous. Besides, there's other ways of helping people. Pops wasn't too happy with my decision though." You began wrapping his wound, rolling it across his scarred abdomen. Despite the discomfort of the injury he couldn't help but perk up at the mention of your father. "He didn't accept your decision?" 

You glanced up at him for a moment before sighing. "No. After my mom died he spiraled, became harsh towards me. The only reason I tried going into medicine was because that's what he wanted. After a while I got sick of it, I didn't want to follow in his footsteps. So I told him I dropped out of medical school. Didn't go well, as you could imagine." 

You finished wrapping his abdomen, before moving over to his arm where you had noticed a large cut. Scraps and bruises, yeah right. He grunted as you started to wipe off the blood. "What happened after that?" He asked.

"He kicked me out. I was 19, freshly dropped out and no job. I crashed on a lot of people's couches, alternating between my friends. Eventually I got my shit together, and I landed a solid job. I got this place, and now I'm doing classes again, this time though its at my own pace. And for the degree I want." 

You send him an apologetic look before pouring a little bit of peroxide on the cut. He groaned and clenched his fists, watching the cut fizz. "Sorry." You mumble, grabbing a clean pad. "It's fine… Sorry bout your dad, I know how it feels. My dad was a bastard too, a horrible person, and an even worse father." 

You nod sympathetically, putting a large bandage over the cut. "Yeah, shit fathers am I right?" You give him a tired smile and scan over his body for any more wounds. He lets out a breathy laugh. "You got a name, doc?" You huff at his teasing tone. "Don't call me doc, and yeah its Y/n. What's yours? Might as well acquaint myself with the man soaking my couch." 

He laughs loudly, eyes brightening as he stares down at you. "The name is Dabi."

+

That was six months ago. You might have thought you'd never see him again, but in fact it was the exact opposite. It was sporadically at first, he'd drop by to check in or because he was bored. Then after a while it became more frequent. Once a week, twice a week, and so on. Now you can't go a couple days without seeing him. 

Dabi grew on you, you weren't gonna lie. He became one of your closest friends, you talked to him about your day. Watched movies, played games, and so on. You two never went out in public, which was fine. You could tell he was self conscious about his burns, at least to some degree, even if he wouldn't admit it. You understood, people are cruel. The last thing he probably wants is to walk around in broad daylight to get gawked at. It wasn't a problem for you, you both still had fun in your apartment. You learned a lot about him, some of it felt vague, but then again from what he's talked about from his childhood you doubt he wants to reminisce about it. 

But truly, worst of all you think you might have fallen for him. It was stupid, he's just lonely like you are and wants a friend, theres no need to want more. So you just ignored it best you could, which– spoiler alert, wasn't good at all. In fact you sucked at it. Your heart felt like it was either going to stop or burst out of your chest whenever he got too close, or flirted, or when you would make eye contact for a little longer than perhaps normal friends do.

He lived quite literally rent free in your mind, whenever you were out you would see things that reminded you of him. Or you'd send him a picture of something cool you found. You'd even buy some of his favorite food when you knew he'd be dropping by that night. 

You were in deep, that was clear. But you had something nice going on, you weren't about to fuck it up with a crush.

You sighed and buttoned up your shirt, looking over yourself in the mirror. Your shift started in 30 minutes, and it took 2 minutes to get to the bus stop and then 15 minutes to get to your job. You were making good time. 

You headed out of your apartments, slinging your bag over your back as you pulled your phone out. 

A notification buzzed in and you saw a text from Dabi. 

Mutt

Hey sweetheart, I might be later than usual tonight, the guys said something about a big project today. Hope you have a good day at work ;)

You smiled softly, and typed back a quick reply. About 5 months ago Dabi said he found a new gig, a group that seemed promising. He was again, pretty vague on what they did. He said it wasn't exactly high paying but it was something that could help him achieve some goals. You were happy for him, you knew he had issues finding work and basically his life purpose. So as long as he was doing well and happy, you were happy. 

Your day dragged on like usual. Working at the bank wasn't the most thrilling, but you luckily had nice coworkers and a decent pay. Not to mention the bank you worked at was a little fancy, so at least your environment and benefits were great as well. You glanced up and checked out the small line of people behind the woman at the counter. You smile back at her after handing her an envelope of money. "Can I help you with anything else today ma'am?" You asked politely. 

"No that's a–"

"EVERYONE GET DOWN ON THE FUCKING FLOOR!" People started screaming and dropping to the ground. Your heart sped up tenfold as you reached under your counter discreetly to press the emergency button. You pressed it with a trembling finger as three people came up to to counter, you couldn't spot any weapon, but then again in this society people are their own weapons. 

A man in a black jumpsuit and mask leaded forward, his movements seemed twitchy. "Hey! This is a robbery, hand over the money yeah?!" You swallowed tightly and glanced at the other person next to him, a green lizard man grinned with what could only be described as malice. "You heard him kid, hand us the money and take us to the vault." He lifted his hand and razor sharp claws gleamed under the overhead light. You felt your hands tremble and you nodded, you walked out from the counter and led them down a hallway. Listening as two other people threatened the people on the ground, one going on about wanting to taste their blood. 

You felt like you were going to pass out. The adrenaline rushed through your veins, making your extremities tingle. You led the two robbers to the bank vault. You gestured weakly at it and tried to step away. The jumpsuit man grabbed your arm tightly. "NOT SO FAST! Haha, we need you to open the vault, yeah?" You felt a bead of sweat roll down your cheek. "H-Huh? I-I can't, I don't know the code–" 

He hunched over and screamed in frustration. "Don't piss me off kid! Just open the vault!" He turned to the side and spoke in a lower tone. "Maybe we should just kill them and blow the door?" He whips his head back, voice normal. "No, no, I can't get ahead of myself." You felt a whimper in your throat. Holy shit you were gonna die.

The lizard guy grabbed your shirt and slammed you against the wall roughly. "Open the fucking vault or I'll claw open your throat and reach down to yank out your heart? Got it?" You winced in pain. These guys were obviously idiots, what don't they get about you not having the damn code. "I'm just a fucking bank teller genius! I don't deal with the shit behind the scenes!" 

He growls and pulls back, slamming you into the wall again, raising his claws to your throat. "You little–"

"Spinner! Twice! I thought I told you morons to wait for me before you went in?" A dreadful feeling washes over you hearing that familiar deep voice. Oh god. 

"Eh? Dabi, you were taking too long and we got anxious!" The man in the suit spun around to look down the hallway. There he was, the very same guy you fell for, fcking robbing your bank with these losers. 

He tisks at the guy before looking over to you and the lizard guy whose claws were against your neck. Dabi's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. "Shit- Y/n? Spinner, fucking put them down." Spinner glances between you and Dabi, clearly confused. "Uh, you know them or something?" 

Dabi steps over and shoves Spinner away. "Are you okay? They didn't hurt you right?" He grabbed your chin and angled your face to take a look at your neck. You scowl and slap his hand away. "Your lackeys shoved me against the wall and threatened to kill me." 

He sighed and reached for you again. "I'm sorry sweetheart I'll explain everything later." You step out of his reach, sending him a glare. "Don't bother." You turn and run down the side hallway, turning around the corner to leave out the emergency exit. 

Dabi watched you go, a dull pain in his heart. He was afraid of you finding out. He never wanted you too, but some part of him knew it was inevitable. It was stupid of him think he could keep things separate, he treated you like you were his own personal getaway. Once he stepped into your apartment, suddenly his troubles vanished. You were the one good thing in his life, and he didn't deserve you. He still had to try and fix this, if not for his sake then yours. You didn't deserve this.

+

The cops eventually showed up, and of course the villains were long gone. Thankfully there were minimal injuries at the end of the day. 

You rode the bus back to your stop. You were exhausted and sore, that fucking lizard messed you up pretty badly. All you wanted to do was get home, take a hot bath and decompress. 

Once you got back to your apartment you locked the door and the window that Dabi usually came in through before taking a warm bath to ease your back pain. 

Naturally, an email got sent out from your boss saying the bank would be closed for a few days for damage repair, looks like it was a long weekend for you. You leaned back in your tub, thinking back on today's events. You honestly should be traumatized from nearly being killed, and maybe you were, but all you could think about was the gut wrenching betrayal you felt from Dabi. 

He lied to you about who he was, about everything. How much of it had been fake? Was all this just a ploy to get information out of you? He always asked about your day at work, and seemed genuinely interested in it. You originally thought it was just because he cared, but had it just been a way to learn about how the bank operated? 

You felt tears slip down your face, dripping into the steaming water. You're so stupid, you fell for a guy that was using you the whole time. You sigh angrily and wipe your face before draining the tub and stepping out. 

After getting into some comfortable clothes you head out to your kitchen. You could have sworn you still had some herbal tea shit. You just need to de-stress before you have an aneurysm or a mental breakdown; possibly both. You stood over your steaming mug, staring out into nothing when a snap of a lock made you jolt. 

Dabi pushed your window up and slid into your living room. You clench your mug tighter as he looks over to you. "Y/n… Can I explain?"

Your heart pounds in your chest. "I told you not to bother." He sighs, and walks towards the kitchen. "Please, just hear me out." 

You raise your mug to your lips, taking a small drink. Dabi stands across from you, the island counter in-between you. "Was it all a lie?" 

He frowns in confusion. "What?" You take a shaky breath and look to the side. "This whole time. Was it only to get information from me?" He starts moving around the counter. "Why would I need information from you?"

You scoff and slam your mug down. "Because I work at a fucking bank, Dabi. Is that even your real fucking name?" He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Jesus– Yes it's my name, and no I didn't use you for information." 

You step back as he rounds the corner of the counter, a flash of hurt appears on his face. "Y/n…" 

"How can I trust you Dabi?" Your voice cracks. "Because I'm still me! That hasn't changed and it won't!" 

You shake your head, feeling throbs from an oncoming headache. "You should just leave." 

"What? Y/n no, come on. Yes I work in a bad group–" You cut him off. "You work for the fucking League of Villains Dabi." He falls silent and looks down at the floor. "That's just not some random group, they've done some terrible things, like really bad shit. And you think I'm just gonna be okay with that? That– That I'm gonna be fine with someone who's a part of that in my home? Well, I'm not! And I'm not okay with you putting yourself in danger to be some stupid criminal!" Your voice cracked and you took a deep breath. "I-I can't handle that Dabi. I'm done, I'm done with the lies and–" 

"I never lied to you." 

You pause and narrow your eyes. "How do I know that? You basically did by not telling me what was going on." 

He chuckles. "That's just implying and avoiding, I never outright lied about anything." You scowl, how can he find this so lighthearted? 

"Doesn't fucking matter! I can't be sure! All your stories could just be made up, I don't know the real you!" He scoffs and crosses his arms. "That's stupid, all the stories I said are true. All of them." 

You stayed silent and turned your back to him. You crossed your arms, trying to hold back the tears in your eyes. 

"Y/n…" He spoke softly. You tensed and remained quiet. Maybe he'd get the hint and leave. "Y/n come on, look I…" He trailed off, you remained stoic. 

"I screwed up alright? But I never once lied to you." Dabi sighs and rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands. "...I've done a lot of shit in my life, stuff I'm not proud of. But this? You? I don't know, I've never… I've never felt this way before. All my life I've lived in spite, everything I've done has just been to get back at my father, but when I met you… life suddenly didn't seem so narrow anymore." 

Your shoulder slack at his words. He scratches his neck and stares at the floor. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the league. I never said anything because I didn't want you to get involved, and I didn't want you to think less of me. I'm already a piece of shit, I didn't need you to know how deep it really was. You were my escape, you make me feel normal. Like I actually have a shot at being a decent human sometimes." 

You turned around to look at him, your eyes becoming soft. Dabi stepped closer to you, grabbing your hands gently. You let out a shuttered breath. "Just promise me one thing. Please, please be careful." Dabi raised your hand, placing a soft kiss on the back. You couldn't help but blush. "I promise sweetheart." 

"And you promise the things you told me about your childhood, and your hobbies… Those were real? I know the real you?" Dabi chuckled and ran his thumb over your cheek. "Of course. In fact you're the only one who knows the real me. You're different Y/n, in the best way. When it comes to loving you it's always been different." His voice grew softer yet raspier towards the end of his sentence. Your cheeks burned with the realization of his words. 

"You love me?" Your words were breathy with shock. Dabi grew stiff, realizing his words. His eyes darted away, and for the first time since knowing him, you watched his cheeks grow red. "W-Well, uh no– yes, but… See, heh–" 

"I love you too." You cut him off with a tender voice. He visibly relaxed, and met your eyes. You giggled softly, damn were his eyes always this blue? No, they seemed brighter than normal. "You do?" He tilted his head. You smirk at him, raising a brow as you squeezed his hands reassuringly. "Of course I do mutt." 

He laughed loudly. "Oh thank fuck." You started to giggle but Dabi cut you off with a firm kiss. You held back a gasp, grabbing onto his jacket to steady yourself. Dabi tilted his head into the kiss, it felt like fire against your lips. It burned in the best way possible, and despite your near death experience, this had to be one of the best days of your life.

Maybe he was your own personal getaway too.

I had a lot of fun with this honestly, Dabi has grown on me a little bit more. Also sorry if it seems ooc, as you might be able to tell I'm not the most acquainted with his character, but I still hope you like it!

[hongism]

HI BABY LISTEN. L I S T E N.

I spent the last few days, or week idek, reading mist of Celeste. WHEN I TELL YOU, YELL AT YOU, SCREAM TO YOU, that is one of the best fic ever. You tick all the cases for this one, I’m giggling I’m so fucking into this story you have no idea. Also I’m not just saying fanfic, but fic. I’m including all the books I’ve read and there’s a lot, let me tell you (also if you have any rec I’m all ears, really, if some inspired you for mist of celest specifically even if it’s not the same setting ie space piracy)

ANYWAYS first of all, space pirates. Bam, you have my heart. The world building is perfect, original enough for it to be interesting but not specific enough for it to be confusing (or taking too much time to understand). The characters ? Darling will you marry me ? I absolutely hate when author just fill their casting up with so so much trauma that it doesn’t make sense. You did it beautifully. Each character’s trauma makes sense, the way it evolves, the way it gets intwined with other characters, mixing everything up, it’s fucking alive. As it should be. There is development and adaptation, causes and effects, consequences to actions and thoughts behind every single one of them (even the lack of thoughts is justifiable and coherent). We feel for every one of them, and we also get mad at them sometimes for the way they act or the things they say. Feeling that way for fictional characters is an impressive achievement on the author’s part imo, because you succeeded in making it real enough for them to affect us.

Now the plot. I’m so mad, it’s so good. It’s so well made with the world building ? Like you cannot take this plot and just use it in another AU. It won’t work. That’s something I really like and makes it so much more enjoyable to read, like you’re really in this universe and not another one. In this story. The pacing helps a lot. You did a marvellous job with that one. It’s not too quick and not too slow, the interim chapters are a delight too when you want the extra information. Just like a treat that you can easily skip if you’re too hungry for the meal. The way you give out informations on the characters is… i don’t have any words for that. The foreshadowing is absolutely perfect. At the beginning ? For the siren thing ? I was giggling like mad and gasping when I realised things along the way (and before our lovely mc expressed those herself).

All in all, I’m absolutely in love with this story and also I have to agree with your bio (if you’re number one, I’m number two). But yeah, thanks a lot for the free amazing story, I’ll be keeping an eye out for the updates and pls pls pls pls pls pls if you write a book share the title and all here so I can run to the nearest bookstore and buy it. I love your writing style and what comes out of your imagination.

Alright, good night or good day depending on when you’ll see this <3

oh my GOSHHHH THANK YOU??? wow holy cannoli this made me smile so much my cheeks hurt a bit now ngl thank you 😭 first off for book recs i don't have many but a few of my faves that have really influenced my writing are pretty popular so i'm sure many already know them but ender's game, six of crows, mistborn, shadow and bone, the broken earth series, lovecraft's works, lord of the flies, the iliad and the odyssey!

all your compliments to the aspects of the story that i spent the most time on constructing and fine tuning seriously thank you ;;-; ah it's always always so so nice to hear my hard work paid off especially the aspects of the trauma and dealing with that trauma, that's what makes it so hard to sit down and right bc i have to get in that mindset to handle that so carefully that it's very hard to do sometimes ;-; evoking emotion from readers is always one of my goals with my writing and i love being able to do that!!

i always worry about the plot being predictable or the pacing being either too quick or too slow or just a bore to get through in general, and i love using the interims as a playground to offer info for those who want it, and as im sure is obvious I LOVE FORESHADOWING!!! my favorite reactions are the WAIT HUH WHAT reactions those are such a delight ldkfjaweljwlkef

hehe thank you thank you i have such a love and appreciation for writers especially here on this platform where is can be such thankless work and bee @atzfilm works so hard on their stuff and puts so much time and effort into it its seriously inspiring and amazing and i love getting to be her friend and getting to experience her writing and i love love love seeing her get appreciated for that work too :3 maybe one day i'll write a full on book i can't imagine a world that i'm not doing some sort of writing in so i'm sure that eventually one day it will come to fruition!!!

i hope you have a good night or good day depending on when i'm answering this <3

[nightshadeowl]

the way you paint faces is always so well-defined and like. Real. like yeah thats a real person. i dunno if you've done jevin yet but i'd love to see your take of his mc skin /gen

the way you paint is an inspiration to us- thank you for the incredible art mate :]

Well, you see, the thing about Jevin is I have no clue how to depict him. LOL

On one hand, I like the idea of having a Hermit be visibly, unmistakably nonhuman. I like the idea of making Jevin look like a slime roughly moulded into human shape that kinda gives up every once in a while. It brings variety and character and interest, not to mention being just plain fun. On the other, my art IS very angled towards faces and expressions and making people look well-defined. I've gotten pretty good with skin, but something tells me a blob of goop with the texture of skin wouldn't go over well. It needs some work.

I'm sure I'll draw him eventually, just a bit apprehensive of how to do that for the moment.

Anyway- that is very very sweet; thank you for the kind words :] 🤍

[paleparearchive]

Today's MVP

Giotto's Sports Day 4★ story (1/3) ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

Location: stadium (evening) | Characters: Giotto, Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Raffaello, Munch, Bazille, Kuroda, El Greco, Aoi/MC

Aoi: Well done, everyone! The sports day was really exciting.

Munch: Yeah! My friends say they had a great time running with everyone!

Michelangelo: Your friends… I can't see 'em anywhere.

Munch: Huh, but they were running with you in the relay earlier, weren't they? When you fell down during the bread-eating contest, they rushed over before anyone else!

Michelangelo: W-Wait… Stop sayin' things like that.

Giotto: Haha, oh well, it's okay! It doesn't change the fact that it was fun. It's nice to compete with someone and exercise your body to the fullest once in a while, ain't it?

El Greco: Right. It feels like watching the sunrise in a clear sky.

Michelangelo: Well… Maybe it's fine, once in a while.

Bazille: It was also a nice change of pace.

Da Vinci: Being exposed to something new can really inspire you to be more creative. This feeling is very pleasant.

Aoi: (Everyone seemed satisfied. Fufu, that's good.)

Raffaello: Miss director, and everybody else as well. Well done.

Giotto: Heya. Thanks for your support 'til the end, too.

Kuroda: Nobody was cheering for you. I told you, didn't I? I only came to see the monkey juggling.

Giotto: But that juggling act wasn't so bad, was it?

Kuroda: Well, maybe. It was worth seeing in its own way. And the children seemed to have worked especially hard.

Yes, I'll give them this as a reward for their hard work.

Munch: Woow, candies!

Kuroda: For you too, Da Vinci.

Da Vinci: N-No way. I am fine.

Kuroda: Don't be shy, child. Here, take it.

Da Vinci: Ah… Okay, thank you very much…

Aoi: (I had no idea that he had prepared sweets. Kuroda-san is really kind, isn't he?)

Giotto: Ain't that nice, Da Vinci! That's the candy ya said ya like before, ain't it?

Da Vinci: Y-Yes… Well… I did not expect to receive it from Kuroda-san… I was a bit surprised.

Michelangelo: If ya like it, why don't you just say that clearly?

Da Vinci: Please do not lump me in with someone like you, who is a shut-in and simple-minded person.

Michelangelo: I'm not a shut-in. Today I also went outside…

Da Vinci: It is just for today, is it not? If you are not a shut-in, why do you not try getting outside for at least half the week?

Bazille: Sigh, here we go again…

Aoi: Hahaha… Well, it's good that they're the same as always, isn't it?

By the way... What are you guys going to do after this? I heard there's a closing ceremony.

Michelangelo: We already know the results, so do we really need to go?

Giotto: No, you're free to attend it if ya want. If you're tired, wanna go home?

Da Vinci: Although I am tired... I want to participate until the end too.

El Greco: I also want to share the time we have to greet each other all together.

Munch: Niko-chan agrees! I want to participate in the closing ceremony too!

Bazille: I agree. It's good to participate until the end anyway.

Michelangelo: I…

Da Vinci: If you miss your room, why do you not go back alone?

Michelangelo: Nobody said that. I'll participate in the closing ceremony, too.

Giotto: Aight! Well then, guess we're all in!

—

Announcer: "Everyone, thank you very much for your participation. After a close battle, it was the White Team who emerged victorious. Congratulations! Even the Red Team, who lost the competition, did a great job! A big round of applause for the Red Team!"

*clapping*

Announcer: "Well then, I've kept you waiting for a long time. I would like to announce the MVP of this competition!"

Bazille: The MVP? I didn't know there was such a thing.

Munch: Who will it beee!? Will one of us be chosen?

Giotto: Haha, everyone worked so hard, so maybe there's a chance?

Aoi: Fufu, that's right.

(All the artists and participants were so amazing that anyone could be chosen. Whose name will be called?)

Announcer: "Now, I'll announce it. The MVP of this year's competition is–"

[vsuvia]

happy valentine’s day @eerietheapprentice !!!

i was your arcana secret cupid this year~ i wrote a little fic of your apprentice eerie and julian having a cute valentines date! i really hope you enjoy, eerie is such an interesting character and it was a blast to write her and julian together!! 😋💞 lowkey i have such a soft spot for her now ahhhh

also i’m so sorry this was late, i was away all weekend and didn’t have access to my computer (to properly format and post this) until today!

MEET ME HALFWAY -- julian/apprentice (eerie) -- 1,033 words, g

The only sound in the room is the soft clinking of silverware on plates and the muted noise of the city from outside — an unusual change for a chamber containing Julian Devorak. For Valentine’s Day this year, instead of going to the Raven and getting rip-roaring drunk to protest his relationship status or the rise of consumerism or whatever excuse he could find, he was on a date. Well, calling it a date felt a little contrite, much too juvenile for what it truly was. When you defeat the devil with someone, can you call them just your girlfriend?

Things can change in the blink of an eye, but the slow sort of change that sneaks up on you is far more common. A night like this once would have felt stolen out of time, a luxury Julian had to pay for dearly in some form or another. Surprisingly, though, the lack of novelty had failed to make the evening any less special. He still got a thrill in his stomach at seeing his love waiting for him; he still felt lucky to have the hours they spent together, even though they had all the time in the world now.

The woman in question sits across from him, staring somewhere over his shoulder, her long red hair catching the candleflame in every wave. They’d fallen into silence, not out of a lack of things to say but out of a sense of comfort with each other’s presence that came after everything they’d been through. There was certainly a time when Julian would have felt compelled to fill the empty space with words, rushing and stumbling over each other, but that instinct was quiet now and he was grateful for it. It made drinking in the moment sweeter.

As it happens, Eerie is the one to break the silence, tilting her head to the side. “Penny for your thoughts.”

“They’re yours anyway, darling,” Julian responds, smiles softly at her. Though she rolls her eyes, she lets him take her hand anyway. “I truly was thinking about you.”

Her smile is slow, private, the one meant only for him. “Good things, or wicked ones?”

“The best things,” he assures.

Eerie laughs, not harsh but light and teasing. “Boring.”

“Sometimes, you make me want to be that boring,” Julian admits, turns her hand over in his, traces lifeline and love line and marriage line with no idea of their meanings or ways to figure them out. “The man who gets excited by the smallest thing from his lover... the man who lives with that lover in a house they bought themselves... the man who actually dreams of growing old and not just running out the clock.”

She’s fighting a smile off of her sharp features, and it makes her cheeks round, her nose crinkle. “Waking up and kissing the same someone’s morning-breath mouth forever?”

“I can think of no other mouth I’d rather kiss.” Julian presses his lips to the back of Eerie’s hand and earns himself another eye-roll, but the smile wins on her face and that’s enough. When he lets her hand out of his grasp, she rests it on the table; a year ago she’d have kept it underneath, a hand on the handle of a knife or ready to call her magic to arms.

Her thoughts seem to be occupied in a very similar manner, as she worries the inside of her cheek with her teeth. “I never thought I’d be able to do this.” Vaguely, she gestures between the two of them. “Find someone who I could trust, who didn’t care about my past or anything that came before.” There’s no trace of embarrassment or shame on her face; she’s not as flowery as Julian, but he can sense the weight of her feelings behind each word.

“You’re not the only one with a past, and as it is...” Julian toys with his fork, stabs a vegetable idly. “I think we both prefer to live in the present.”

In the silence that follows, he knows they’re both thinking of moments from the previous iterations of their lives that they’d prefer to stay hidden, the times neither of them remembered beyond the haze of altered memory —

hours of side-by-side work in the palace, up to their elbows in corpses. Finding Eerie, shaken and dirty and seeming so small. The smell of the smoke on the Lazaret, spiraling endlessly up into a forever-dusky sky. Pale hands scarred and bleeding from the talons of so many beasts, kept at the behest of a count who barely bothered to feed them. Blood spattered on the flagstone floor, broken by bootprints beating the same trail between cot and examination table every night.

As if she can read his mind, Eerie meets Julian’s eyes and presses her palm, smaller and warmer, to his own, with magic tingling below the surface. At the contact of their skin, he’s thrown backwards into a series of much more pleasant memories, this time ringing truer, with bolder colors and smoother motions.

A meeting in dark and winding alleys, flickering light in large dark eyes. Glowing blue petals starkly bright against ripples of wild red hair. Moonlight in the water by the docks, ever-closer touches, the tangled mangroves of the Hanged Man’s realm and voices hoarse from screaming for each other, the frozen gaze of a stone statue, all the images speeding and blurring until finally, they dissolve into a blue sky and a blue sea, calm for miles and miles.

Julian’s chest loosens; he breathes, once, twice, then steadily.

Eerie takes her hand away, drawing them both back from the memories, and puts it to his face. “Thank you.” She’s not just talking about dinner and dancing.

“And you,” Julian replies in turn. How they’ve ended up can’t be attributed only to either one of them; they both fought and clawed their way here, to peace and understanding and the chance to have moments like this. They gave so much of themselves, but what they got in return was better than what they had before. He can’t take that for granted. He’d never want to in the first place.

[hansolmates]

(un)crushed

summary; you’ve liked jungkook for the longest time, but you believe it’s time to cut the cord—literally  pairing; human!jungkook x witch!reader genre/warnings; angst, magic uni!au, a lil bit of fluff and humor, longing on both sides, pining on both sides, unmoral use of potions (im looking at u ryujin), apathy, emotional detachment, lil himbo!koo, mc is a vixx fan that’s canon w/c; 2.4k a/n; here’s my contribution to halloween—breaking hearts, mwahahahahaha!! haven’t been feeling inspired lately, hope that’ll change in the winter when the holidays come around. hope u enjoy this lil ficlet! 

“C’mon guys, I think it’s,” the poor guy, Jeon Jungkook, tries very hard to pull the word from thin air, “cute.” 

Cute. Like the way you greet your puppy, or the way you refer to a baby’s tendencies. You slump from your position behind the willow tree, the rough bark catching onto your dark pink cloak. 

“Please, she’s a complete weirdo,” Jung Hoseok continues, and this saddens you considerably because you thought the kind boy liked your company, “she’s had a crush on you for what, like two years? She’s so obvious, it’s not fun at all.” 

“Plus, she gives you all these little gifts thinking it’ll make you like her,” Kim Taehyung adds, slinging an arm over the younger one’s shoulder, “and my dude, you are a handsome guy. Yet, you got no chance with any other girl because that witch is all over you! Jennie was practically eye-fucking you at last night’s party but that witch is always in the way!”  

You clutch the notes you’ve been saving for Jungkook between your chest, letting the parchment crumple. 

“She’s a fine lab partner, one of the best. You’ll definitely get an A+ in that class, but her attention is a terrible tradeoff.” 

Jungkook finally cuts through his friends, effectively ceasing their banter. You spare a glance at him, hoping he’d come to your defense. After all, you’ve been through so much together! Maybe not emotionally—romantically, but at least academically. The two of you poured over notes in the library whenever there was a big exam. After all, many of the projects are done with lab partners. 

Looking hopefully at his large, honest brown eyes he admits, “Yeah, she’s relatively harmless. But you’re right, she can be really annoying.” 

You muffle your first sob, shoving your mitten in your pocket to prevent any more from coming. This isn’t worth your tears. You should’ve realized long ago that Jungkook found your adoration for him to be a nuisance. The gifts: snacks during labs, meticulously penned notes, euphoric elixirs, were all tokens of affection that he accepted with bashful thanks. They were all things you’ve given to your friends over the years, so you hoped some semblance of a relationship would grow from it. Jungkook seemed to receive them with joy. You figured something was going right. 

Clearly not however, because Jungkook just said that you’re annoying. A nuisance. A cute kid.  A lab partner that’s only good for an easy A. 

Fine, you never expected Jungkook to turn around anyway. You finally brush the tears of your ruddied cheeks, stomping away and letting the notes in your arms disintegrate into oblivion. 

Now comes the issue of your lingering feelings. 

“Yeji’s Hate Potion is just the fix,” you watch with horror as Ryujin opens her mini-fridge, having a seemingly endless supply of the red liquid. “I use it all the time when I fall in love with someone.” 

“That’s not healthy,” you admit bluntly, bending over to pull a vial in your hands. You can feel the anger radiate off the bottle, the ruddied liquid burning into your palm. You carefully place it in your cloak for later, but only as a last resort. “But I don’t want to hate Jungkook.” 

“Why not!” she exclaims, slamming the tiny door shut, “he likes to eat acid pops during lab. His friends suck. He’s so fucking sweaty, all the time!” Ryujin cries, pulling you to your feet with a talon-filed hand. 

You find it quite attractive when Jungkook sweats, especially when he’s playing soccer with his friends, but you figure Ryujin wouldn’t like to hear that. “Only if I really need to,” you commit to your senses, knowing a hate potion would be too far. 

“Oh boo, do it the boring way then,” she leads you to the front of the apothecary, where a long line has already formed. The tiny part-time gig is both a benefit and a curse to Ryujin, because while she has an unlimited supply of resources, it gets impossibly busy during midterms and finals. Once they see her, witches and warlocks alike scurry to her, in which she simply puts up a hand and shoos them away. 

From the counter she pulls out two candles, connected by an extra long wick. 

“Cord-cutting spell,” she shoves the large candles into your stomach, “light ‘em up and you’ll be apathetic towards him for a long, long time.” 

“This is perfect,” you gush, your nose lifting at the smell of myrrh and tonka, “I really appreciate it, Ryu.”  

“That boy doesn’t deserve you,” Ryujin’s confident reply comforts you immediately, “I wish you’d just let me turn him into a toad!” 

“Ryujin!” you laugh, slapping her shoulder. 

“What can I say,” Ryujin snatches up a customer's items, attention already taken, “little humans who mess with witches get stitches.” 

That night, you take your time with the ritual. You light white sage and cleanse yourself, reflecting on the weight that’ll soon be off your shoulders. As fun as it was to love Jeon Jungkook, it doesn’t make sense to continue if you’re a bother to him. 

You carve yours and Jungkook’s name on opposite candles, the pitch black wax staining your hands as you meticulously inject your neat handwriting on the dark cylinder. It’s cathartic, and it gives you time to be at peace with this decision. At first it worried you, knowing you’d be erasing two years of affection and dedication for the handsome human, but you couldn’t let yourself ache like this any longer. 

With a flick of your hands, the connecting wick in the middle lights. You watch as the rope burns in your room, the smell of vanilla and wood filling the air. You close your eyes and fold your hands together as you watch your emotions crumble before your eyes. 

And with this wick, I sever this quick. 

Once the little rope breaks, crackling into ash, you feel your muscles relax and your body slump forward. You sigh  in relief, feeling the tenseness evaporate from your body. 

This is new. 

No snacks, no elixirs, not even a hello. You’re dressed smartly, your navy cloak with the lace trims covering the middle of your thighs. Black thigh-highs with a bow in the center complete the look, an outfit Jungkook has noticed you like to wear more often than not. 

“Hi, Little Witch,” Jungkook says softly, not wanting to disturb whatever video Professor Song is saying to the class. 

“Hello, Jeon,” you don’t spare him a glance, in favor of reading whatever book you’re caught in. 

Also new, Jungkook muses. Normally, your face would heat and you’d hide your tiny smile whenever he called you Little Witch. At first it was just to bother you, but of course you had found it sweet and it just stayed that way. 

Today there’s no lab. Turns out that Professor Song is playing an hour long documentary on winter grown herbs. Normally when a movie plays, you’d be off the rails excited. You’d talk Jungkook’s head off, rattling whatever information the documentary has with a fever that would have those directors shaking in awe. 

Yet, there’s no hushed whisper coming from you, no tug at his sweater. You’re quietly taking notes, your hand digging into your cheek as if you’re bored. Strange, maybe you’re having an off day. 

As soon as Professor Song dismisses you, he realizes that he’s spent the whole period wondering about you, and he had no notes on the documentary. He can’t even stop to compare information because you’re already out the door, cloak swinging against your hips. 

“Hey, you know Kim Namjoon? He’s the TA for Professor Dav,” Jungkook seems to be talking a lot more these days, poking and prodding at you for something, anything. All last week and all this week you’ve only talked when you needed to, only stating instructions and answers. 

You nod, your hands trained on the silver cauldron beneath you. He’ll never get tired of watching you brew, the way your hands curl like a little fairy. Then again, he’s fascinated by witches in general, he isn’t just enamoured by your skills. It isn’t specifically your brewing, at least he thinks. 

“He’s going on a trip with his Divination section this Saturday, they’re going into the mountains to chart stars,” Jungkook continues as if normal, searching for your gaze between his hazy goggles. “They said we could each bring a friend.” 

“That’s nice.” Your voice is bland and thin, not holding any weight. It’s the definition of grey, one that makes Jungkook’s tongue dry up.

“Do... you want to go with me?” 

“No, but I appreciate the invitation.” 

“But, you love Divination!” he replies exasperatedly, looking at you as if you’ve grown three heads. He thought this would get you to crack, that this would be the magic key to unlock everything. You wouldn’t stop gushing about how much you loved that class last year, how Jungkook should take it this year. And he did, and he quite enjoyed it. He figured the two of you would have fun charting the stars. After all, don’t witches find it romantic? 

“I do,” you agree, “but I’m just not feeling it.” 

You’re not feeling much of anything, he thinks, but he bites his tongue and continues to work. 

He should be happy you’re off his back. When he told Hoseok and Taehyung that your feelings seemed to have waned, they cheered and offered to pay for all his drinks at their favorite bar. Jungkook concludes that it’s a good thing, not having to wonder whether you’d be hanging around and clinging by his side. 

That night at the bar, he even got Jennie’s number and made out with her in the booth. It was alright. 

Yet nothing compares to the way you’re making him feel right now.  You’re frustrating him. Jungkook is level-headed, and isn’t the type to complain, and yet he wants to ask you what’s wrong. He wants to ask why you wear those damn thigh high socks all the time. He wants to know why you don’t want to spend a night under the stars with him. 

He wants to know why it feels like you hate him. 

“Okay Little Witch, you’ve got me!” 

You look up from your spot under the bridge in confusion, bookmarking your journal. Your lip curls and you tilt your head to the side, frowning. Your feet are tucked into your emerald green cloak, black oxfords pushed to the side as you lean against the underpass of the grey and white bridge. 

Jungkook is mustering the last of his courage, the last of his confidence all balled up into this little moment. It’s nighttime, your favorite time of the day. Not only that, but he saw you laughing with Ryujin and Sera earlier in the cafeteria. That means you must be in a good mood. This is it, he’s figured it out. 

“I’ve got what?” you ask. 

“You’ve won me over, and I want to take you out on a date,” Jungkook pulls out two tickets from his pockets, embossed with a silver seal of authenticity. “VIXX is playing next Friday at the Starland Ballroom. I know how much you like Hakyeon, we could go out for dinner and catch the show.” 

A pregnant pause. “You, want to go on a date with me?” 

“Y-yeah,” Jungkook stammers, alarmed by your lack of reaction, “you’re really nice, and cute.” 

Jungkook watches as you seemingly talk to yourself. Maybe you’re talking to your familiar, a spirit Jungkook doesn’t know himself, as your gaze lingers in the dark shadow beyond the tunnel. He watches you mouth the words cute, over and over. You’re smiling, but not in the pleasant way you did at lunchtime. In fact, you look like you want to laugh at him. 

“I’m sorry, Jeon. But I’m just not that interested in you.” 

The rejection hurts more than he anticipates. It feels like you’ve physically stunned him. He crushes the tickets in his grip, his palms growing clammy. “Why? I thought you liked me.” 

“Yeah, I did like you,” you stuff your bag, taking your time. “I liked you a lot,” you bend down to the figure that emerges from the shadows. The black, slender feline glares at Jungkook with a green fire, its eyes glowing in the dark sky. “I’m sure Jennie likes VIXX too, you should go ask her—Yoongi, please control yourself. You’re better than that.” you run a finger between your cat’s eyes, soothing it. 

“I’m sorry, but did I do something?” Jungkook asks, quietly panicking as he watches you walk away from him. 

“No,” you reply honestly, albeit tonelessly, “I did.” 

“Only emotionless around you, sounds like a dry noodle, empty gaze?” Namjoon ticks everything off in his head, mentally calculating the variables, “yeah. It sounds like a cord-cutting spell.” 

“A cord-cutting spell?” Jungkook asks, feeling quite dumb in Namjoon’s wall-to-wall library. 

He didn’t feel like turning to his friends for this, feeling like they’ve caused enough damage. They’ve clouded him, convinced him that your attention was unwarranted. Whatever transpired is his fault, he needs to fix this mess and get you back to your normal self. 

“Yeah, lots of young women use it when they want to cut their romantic ties to someone,” Namjoon shrugs, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “must’ve thought it would’ve been her only way to get over you.” 

Get over him? You wanted to get over Jungkook? 

“So, how do I break it?” 

“What do you mean, how do you break it? Jungkook, you’re human.” 

“Then, can you break it? There’s gotta be a way!” 

Namjoon rounds the corner of his desk, sitting right in front of Jungkook. A smart kid, although he can be a little dense, he has a good heart. Settling a heavy hand on his shoulder, he shakes his head. “No one can break the spell but her, Jungkook. Besides, why would you interfere? It was her decision to stop liking you.” 

Jungkook looks past Namjoon, to the open window overlooking the campus terrace. You’re sitting on a picnic blanket, Yoongi on your lap while you’re animatedly telling your friends a story with your hands. Your legs are folded beneath your thighs, little white bows peeking from the edges of your cloak. Jeong Jaehyun from the lab has his arm around your shoulder, your hips pressed against each other. You're smiling with your whole face, and Jungkook is aching because it feels like forever since you’ve looked at him like that. 

He’s being unfair, and selfish. He wants you. 

[gay-salt-amber]

Good morning from where I am! I have a request and 3 headcanon to give you:

As a thanks for your headcanons I have a headcanon to gift you (and 3 coupons for fanart/headcanons/writing prompts of your choosing),

Every Next Gen.'s bedroom has colors everywhere. Even the ones who might fall in a gothic/emo phase. All thanks to the parents pride flags and their own as well as their parents' dorms and their's. In the poly house holds it's chaos with colors since it'd be even MORE colors of LGBT and dorms pride.

Second headcanon would be they all love the song Villain by PattyCake Productions and I can see if either A) NRC becomes Co-Ed, or B) They do a girls school and a boys school mix up one day they'd sing this song or a song inspired by it during the VDC performances, Vil honestly crying when seeing his kids performing their all with their friends

Third headcanon is when they're a bit older (like 10 or 13 depending on when they were born/adopted) the parents would show them their overblots through pictures by MC (which they were mildly annoyed they had pictures of), and they were nervous hardcore when it came to this until-

"Whoa! Dad, You look so cool!"

"Snake hair?? Wicked!"

"But look at my dad, he has coral growing on him and he looks so pretty!"

"If we're talking pretty look at my daddy!"

They all sighed somewhat relieved when their kids began going all fan gushing over them. Riddle even took some pride when Leona's kid said he looked like a bad ass from a horror game. ^^

And request; I've been listening to Heartbreak Honeymoon by Mad Tsai so here's the prompt. . . One of them gets their heart broken, wither it's a break up or rejection or a friend asking a crush out depending, what would the families and the friend gang's reaction be to comforting / knowing this?

This one got me thinking! I really like the 3rd headcanon it has a lot of potential for a comic like thing or a fanfic, they'd both work very well! But they are all fantastic u-u Anyway onto your request

Jamil x Kalim

This was the only time Jamil has seen Kalim actually pissed. Like "I am gonna commit a murder" pissed and Kalim was more pissed then Jamil which just hammered that point home

When their kid first told them about the break up/rejection Kalim did one of those laughs you do when your mad at something, he tried to understand both sides but turns out the other person was shitty sooo yeah that persons gonna be shitting enough bricks to build a city when Jamikali is done with them

I swear Kalim will be going off on the partner, Jamil would let out a sigh and go, "Lets just go get lunch, he's gonna be at this for a while." Then they leave and when they come back Kalim has this guy backed into a corner

Lots of pampering afterwards

The asshole prolly also has to deal with Najma wanting to kick their ass (Not any of Kalim's family tho I feel like they cut ties with them for the most part)

They don't have any personal experience with break-ups tho, Kalim did get a lot of love confessions over the years but hes always just said, "Y'know, that's sweet but... Jamil is... Jamil." And Jamil just never had interest in anyone else

They try their best tho :D

------------------------

Ruggie x Leona

So y'know how midwestern-ers do that knee slap when they're about to leave a place?

Leona does that, stands up and goes, "Ruggie! Be prepared to bail me out of jail!" then walks out the door with Ruggie trying to catch up

Not to stop him, no no! That'd be idiotic! No, Ruggie is gonna join him

Ruggie actually has some experience helping with breakups since he had to help some people with that back in the slums cuz they thought he was their therapist at that point

Leona on the other hand doesn't, he gives his kid(s) an awkward pat on the back says, "Don't worry your partner was an asshole" and goes on his way. Not because he doesn't care cuz he does! He just doesn't have any god damn way knowledge on how to show it

Since Leoruggie adopted multiple kids (like 3) the kids siblings are also there to comfort and fight the person who DARED to hurt their sibling

Leona will also buy a bunch of ice cream in his kids favorite flavor and leave a note on the container like, "Here's some comfort food-Leona p.s. Ruggie, if you want any of the ice-cream, there's another container behind it for you, this ones for *kid name*."

Overall I would say they know what they're doing :D

----------

Vil x Rook

Rook will prolly see the kid crying, get a bottle of wine with 3 wine glasses and go, "I know you're underage but, if you round *age* it could be equal to *drinking age* so you'll be fine, we're turning on bad romance movies and relaxing, mon bel enfant."

They go have a spa day the next day. Hair, nails, facials, the whole nine yards

Vil's idea of getting back at an ex is being so beautiful that they'll be blinded away and regret that they'll NEVER get you back

Somehow word gets out to uncle Epel and he is NOT happy about it and goes to do some ass kicking

I feel like they'd be the type of parents with the partners number also in their phone incase anything happened and after the break-up Vil straight up blocks them but Rook keeps the number, changes the nickname to "trou du cul 😊" and pesters them every now and then

Vil calls up the model agency he works at and asks if they can have the kid do some photos with their kids new partner (lets just assume they get another one) and put them all over just so the ex can see them

I'd be careful if I were you if you'd even think of breaking Rookvil's kids heart cuz Rook is a very good hunter and Vil has popularity to cancel you everywhere and also h e e l s

------

Riddle x Floyd x Cater

We all know how Floyd can have a lot of mood swings so uh, good luck to that partner

Riddle had to really consider what to say since the one time this conversation happened with his mother she just turned away and said, "I told you so" But Riddle knew that wasn't right

Cater helps him... Then goes to help Floyd murder that ex

Riddle actually stays behind from this murder party and helps comfort them, rubbing the kids back while they cry, telling them its ok, putting on movies, etc.

Cater and Floyd come back with Chinese food and ice cream

Cater cancels the ex on Magicam

Floyd takes them to karaoke at the lounge (They opened up a non NRC location after college) to let their kid sing out their feelings, its a nice bonding experience

A lot of Fallout Boy is sung that night

I feel like the kid would hide in their room for like half a day and Riddle would drag you out saying, "Kid, I love you and I am not letting you live in your room for the week. We're doing self care today."

Cater will buy a shirt that says, "Bad Bitch" on it

Riddle would just be standing there, head in hands and not being sure if he should scold Cater or laugh

I feel like they would have a little trail and error but at the end of the day they're all doing their best :D

--------------

They're not much, just lil snippets but I like them anyway :D I hope you do too!-Amber

[shroudcore]

Speak now, or forever hold your peace. (Finale)

Summary: The ghosts may have left, but the wedding they officiated is not something to be easily forgotten. Will unsaid feelings remain hidden? Idia thinks so, after seeing you with your admirers. 

Idia x GN!reader. Reader is MC, or takes the role of MC in this story.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Warnings: none

After that 3-star difficulty sidequest, it was finally time for the ghosts to leave. They were filing out through a shimmering silver portal to the Land of the Dead, which you joked about jumping into “for the meme”. Idia was quick to discourage it. The joke would’ve been funny at any other time than right now. 

Each ghost made sure to give the newlyweds their congratulations. Each congratulation made Idia want to take off into the night, never to be seen again. It was beyond embarrassing. Unbearable. Way past his limit of social interaction capability. Things were getting way too much to handle for his now-empty Energy bar. 

While Idia longed for the comfort and isolation of his dorm room, you were the one who thanked the well-wishers and said the goodbyes—from a safe distance, of course. 

“When we return, I want you to meet our baby!” Eliza announced before she stepped into the portal. You and Idia shared a look. As if reading each other’s minds, you checked your schoolmates’ faces for their reactions—which did not disappoint. Different ways of saying “Don’t come back!” filled the hall, in varying degrees of anger and vulgarity. Before she disappeared for good, Eliza huffed and stuck her nose up in the air—an expression that tonight’s failed suitors knew all too well. 

At her departure, the portal shrunk into a mere speck until it completely disappeared. Then came the loudest cheers of the night serving as Victory fanfare. It was all over! But before he went, Idia hoped to say goodbye and take a look at you in your suit one last time. Or maybe even ask you to hang out tomorrow, depending on his current Courage level. 

While he silently rehearsed his thank-yous and good-byes, he wondered if you knew that you were still holding his hand. He decided not to mention it. 

Unfortunately, his brief moment of (weak) celebration was cut short when he noticed that the now-mobile Groom Rejects were approaching. They might as well have red bars floating over their heads to warn him of danger. He froze, contemplating whether to: 

> Bear it and stay with you just until he was prepared to say goodbye (+10 relationship points -20 comfort LV)

> Just run off on his own without saying anything, ignoring your calls. (-10 relationship points +10 comfort LV)

For now, he decided to stick with Option 1. Just a little bit longer. 

“That was amazing!” Deuce exclaimed, rushing over to give you a high-five. You laughed and  met other high-fives, low-fives, fist bumps, and head pats that came your way with that lovely smile of yours. 

Suddenly, Ace rips you away from him. Suddenly, you weren’t holding hands anymore. The loud first-year put his arm around you and Idia couldn’t help but notice how easy and natural it looked. Meanwhile, there he was: someone who needed to rehearse his goodbyes. 

Clearly, there was a huge level difference here and Idia was the one disadvantaged. 

“Our hero!” Ace yelled, inspiring more cheers. The distance between you and Idia grew as your wave of admirers and friends swept you farther and farther away. He was an outsider once again, stuck watching the fun from the sidelines. Their eyes sparkled. Their mouths smiled. Their loud voices laughed and praised you and laughed with you again. 

They loved you. And Idia was no different. 

Everyone’s Friend and the Weird Shut-in. Was there hope?

“Brother, I’m so glad you’re safe!” Ortho’s voice cut through his stream of thoughts. Immediately, he feels the weight on his shoulders lighten. 

He watched as his brother, his beacon of hope, made his way around your fan club until he eventually reached his spot. Ortho wouldn’t care if he looked like a loser, standing there awkwardly at the side all alone. Finally, he was saved. 

My savior! “Ortho! Thank you, thank you…” 

“No injuries… tense muscles… an increase in cortisol production,” Ortho muttered, frowning. “Are you okay?” 

“No…” 

Ortho nods. “We’ll return to the dorm, then. But before that, we should thank the Prefect.”

“Oh… right.” Idia looked over to you, still surrounded by your “fans” like the SSR character you were. You listened to Azul, who prattled on and on about something that was oh-so-interesting that you couldn’t take your eyes off him. And Vil judged your suit’s design, reaching out to fix something near your neck. You cracked up at something Floyd said. You posed and smiled beside Cater as he took a selfie with you. 

His mind raced as it continuously spotted the students on his list and everything they did. What was so interesting about Azul? What was so funny about Floyd? Did you like Vil’s hardworking, confident attitude? Did you think Cater had a way with words? 

He looked away. 

“Ortho, I’m going back to my room,” he said with a heavy heart, admitting Defeat. He was underleveled, had zero energy, and zero SP (social points). He’ll see you… some other time. After his cry-sesh, maybe. 

“Huh? Don’t you want to talk to the Prefect first?” 

“I’ll just… DM them later,” he lied. In truth, all he wanted was to drown himself in a video game while he gorged on candy and tried not to think about you. Ortho’s eyes narrowed, but followed him as he sneakily left the hall anyway. 

You’d understand, right?

Once he and Ortho were out, he looked back at the hall doors, hating himself for being too shy and cowardly to make a move. He imagined charging back into the room, wedging himself in between your friends, grabbing your arm, and pulling you away. Then he’ll kabedon you and—

Who was he kidding? He can’t do that, and you probably wouldn’t like that. 

“It was terrible, brother. Nobody wanted to help!” Ortho said, and Idia thinks he didn’t need to be reminded that nobody liked him. 

“When the Prefect and I reached Diasomnia, we expected them to reject us too…” he mused. “But Malleus Draconia agreed to help us! Can you believe it?”

“Wait… Malleus-shi?” 

Ortho nodded enthusiastically. “Yes… because the Prefect talked to him… and then he cast a charm on them to help us ward off those ghosts! It was really nice of him.”

“I see…” Idia knew that you and Malleus were friends. But to actually help you and him? Maybe your relationship with the Diasomnia dorm leader ran deeper than he thought. Why else would he go through that trouble? 

“The Prefect volunteered without needing to be asked, you know,” said Ortho, who he now noticed was observing him carefully. Idia tried to ignore the way his brother’s eyes lingered on him as they walked (floated in Ortho’s case). 

“...I’m so glad their plan worked!”

Wait, what?

“Volunteered? Their plan?” All this time, he thought you’d been forced to do this by the Headmaster! You did always rant about Crowley promising you different sorts of rewards if you did jobs here and there. But… you got yourself into this mess… all for him? 

Idia looked at the hand you held just moments ago and dared not hope again. Maybe you would have done this for anyone else in his place. Maybe you treated everyone the same, and it just so happened that he was the one kidnapped by a ghost bride. 

Still, he felt bad for not doing as Ortho said earlier. It was too late to turn back, however, as Idia and Ortho finally reached the Hall of Mirrors. 

“Finally… I’m so tired,” said Idia, meaning it in all ways. But as he put one leg forward to enter the door to Ignihyde, he heard someone’s voice, along with the scuffle of shoes against the floor coming closer and closer to where he and Ortho stood. 

“Idia, wait up!”

Oh no. It’s you. Enter now! Enter now!

But no matter what his head told him to do, he remained rooted to his spot. He stood still despite his pounding heart, that elevator-like feeling in his stomach, and the blaring alarms in his head. 

Object of affection at 5m…

Ortho was probably seeing his vitals going haywire and giving him that look again. He turned to look at his brother… only to not find him there. 

Help… oh no…

2m… 

“Hey,” you gasped out, catching your breath. “When I turned around, you were gone…”

Yeah, same. Just like Ortho… 

No one said a word for a while. The silence was only filled by your heavy breathing as it slowly evened. Inwardly facepalming at himself, he decided to take the chance to tell you everything he should’ve said before he left. 

But before he could open his mouth and apologize for leaving, (gods know he had too many things to apologize for after tonight), he was taken into a warm embrace. 

OHMYGODSOHMYGODSOHMYGODSOKAYLET’SCALMDOWN

“I thought I was too late.” you mumbled into his suit. 

At that moment, without anyone else around, nothing else mattered but the safety of your arms. And damn, how good it felt to be embraced. Did anyone else get these hugs from you? Idia didn’t think so. He hesitantly lifted his arms up and hugged back. 

Looking up at the domed castle ceiling, he wondered what he did to deserve something this good. 

It’s okay. I can have this. He allows himself to melt into your arms, head drooping down to rest against your neck. 

“G-good thing you weren’t,” he finally whispered back, freezing as he heard you sob against his chest. Oh no, oh no, what do you do when your love interest is crying? Quick, quick, pull up the archive of romantic scenes from your memory. 

“Hey, hey, I-I’m okay, you see?” he said, patting your back awkwardly. You let go after releasing another sob to wipe your eyes with your sleeve. 

“Sorry I got your suit wet,” you said softly, turning your face away. “I’m really, really sorry about what happened there too.”

“About what?”

“The whole wedding thing...” You took a quick look at him but immediately dropped your gaze to the ground. 

Idia blushed. “I-It’s okay! D-don’t worry about it… I-” 

Come on, say more! Ugh… I hate myself. 

You pulled at our vest and slipped something out of it—an envelope. “I… wanted to tell you everything through a letter.”

Tell me what?

“But… Eliza came and took you before I could give it to you.” You avoided his eyes as your fingers tightened around the white envelope. Idia’s breath hitched, expecting you to crumple it. But to his relief, your fingers relaxed. Then, as if it took all your courage, you handed it to him with a slightly shaky hand. 

“It's old-fashioned, I know but yeah... just read it!” 

In the hall’s silence, he could hear your breaths quicken once again. 

“Th-That’s all I came here for. Goodbye!” 

Before he knew it, you were running off. Your arm waved frantically from a distance as every step carried you farther, farther away. He lifted his arm to wave back but you never saw it. You were gone and all he had left was the letter. 

His curiosity made him impatient. With fast and purposeful steps, he sprinted on the way to his room. What did he feel? Excitement? Dread? An unpleasant mix of both? His room, feeling farther than usual, was the only safe place he could experience whatever it was.

After a lot of walking and almost slipping over someone’s spilled soda (he cursed the shoes those ghosts made him wear. His very own would never fail him like that), he found himself in front of the doors, which slid open, revealing Ortho already inside. 

“You left me there!” Idia huffed. 

“Couples need alone time, brother,” replied his brother, innocently blinking.

“Wh-wha… we’re not a couple!” 

“Hmm? I could’ve sworn the signs were all there...”

A blushing Idia threw off the silly coat those ghosts made him wear and threw it over his desk chair. He sat on the bed, fingers racing to open the envelope. Ortho watched with great interest as two sheets of paper covered in your handwriting slipped out.  

Unfolding the first page, Idia took a deep breath and began reading:

Hey Player 1!

Sorry I couldn’t make it tonight last night. Maybe you can show me your new manga tomorrow? I know how excited you are about it.  I’m writing this while Grim’s asleep. He’ll never let me hear the end of it otherwise. 

I figured that this would be the best way to communicate my thoughts and feelings. This way, you won’t feel pressured to respond immediately. You can open and read it whenever you’re ready, in the safety of your room. I know it’s old-fashioned. But to me, a handwritten letter feels more personal—like I’m giving you a piece of myself. So here’s that piece of myself. Please, handle it with care. 

Beware. I’m about to get sentimental and mushy and cheesy and everything you cringe at! I hope you read on, anyway. 

First of all, I want you to know how much I admire you. Right from before we were friends, I was impressed by your intelligence and knowledge with technology. I’ve seen nothing like it back home. I always wondered why you hide yourself and those talents away. My curiosity drove me to want to get to know you. I’m glad I did. 

You were closed off. To you, I was just another normie. Do you remember? Your dismissal annoyed me, so I challenged you to a 1v1 match. I thought I was good, but you crushed me. I guess that’s where it started: our friendship… and something else. Soon, I found more and more reasons to admire you. Honestly, I find more with each passing day. 

I should have known, right from when songs started to make me think of you, that I was falling. I started to see you as, well, more than a friend. Your quick mind, your expressive hair, your soothing voice, your precious grin… your voice when you talk about things you love, your love of cats, and your candy, and your cold hands… Okay, I think you get the point.  But if you have time, I could go on forever. 

There’s something different in your eyes when you truly care. You say you’re bad at being sentimental and feel-y, but that’s okay! We express love differently. I see your love pour out in the way you perfect every detail on Ortho’s modifications, anyway. I’m sure he knows how much you love him. 

I want you to know how special you are to me. You’re so amazing, Idia. I wish you knew that. I want you to know that. 

I know it’s hopeless. You’re the young master to a noble house. I’m just… me. A homeless, magicless foreigner with nothing to my name. Nothing to offer but my feelings (and my superb gaming skills of course). I’m not asking nor expecting to be your special someone. But hey, I can be a top-tier teammate. A worthwhile BG opponent. A movie buddy. And most importantly—a friend. 

Our time together has always been a highlight of my difficult stay in NRC. The times we hung out in your room were my refuge from the outside world’s demands. Somewhere I was untouchable and safe from harm. Safe from demeaning remarks. Even if you never get back to this letter and decide you never want to see me again, I will always treasure the matches we played, the movies we watched, the candy we shared, and the memes we laughed over.

That’s all of it, really. Please don’t sleep too late. Watch your sugar intake. Listen to Ortho. Take care of yourself. 

Oh, and enjoy your new manga. 

Your best raid teammate, 

Player 2

Wide amber yellow eyes glistened as they repeatedly flitted over the words. A shaky thumb caressed the smudged ink from where a fallen teardrop marked the paper. Burning different shades at once, fire-hair slowly released itself from the tie it was forced into. Now free, it swathed Idia’s back in warmth like it should.

“Th-This can’t be real!” he sputters as he waved your letter around like he was fanning a bonfire. In a way, he was. 

However, Idia knew his hair wasn’t the only thing that kept him warm. He stared at the letter and it stared back. But no matter how many times he blinked, the words remained the same. You felt the same. 

“What have I done to unlock this route?” Idia clutched the letter to his chest, but noticed he was wrinkling it. “Nooo!” He quickly smoothed it over again. 

“They… they like-like me!” Saying it out loud made it more real. It was a fact! It was true all this time! Thinking of everything you did tonight: rescuing him like a true hero, running after him because you couldn’t keep your feelings secret for much longer… he couldn’t stop himself from swooning. 

“Like-like… did you mean love?”

“L-love?” Idia exclaimed. He suddenly felt dizzy, so he fell back onto his bed and talked to the ceiling. “It’s too early for that word!” 

But he knew the effect which that word had on him didn’t go unnoticed by Ortho. Well, at least he knew now that Idia wasn’t suffering from an illness. Can love be considered an illness? Idia recalls a documentary that said it was. Back then, he ate that up. Love made people do crazy things, after all. 

But ‘illness’ wasn’t an apt word to describe this dizzying happiness surging through him, was it? It was way too wonderful for a word like that.

“I’m so glad the Prefect finally confessed!” Ortho bounced happily, reflecting his brother’s joy. “I knew they would do it soon!” 

Mouth hanging open, Idia looked at his brother. “Wait… you knew?”

“I’ve known for a while,” Ortho giggled. “Vitals can’t keep secrets!” 

***

Contrary to plan, Idia didn’t touch his video games, nor gorge on candy, nor cry himself to sleep. Instead, he replayed the night’s events in his head over and over like a song he couldn’t get enough of. It had been two hours and thirty-five minutes since he read your letter. Two hours and thirty-five minutes since his world was turned upside down. In his reflection on the dark screen of his off tablet, he almost looked different. He saw someone who was admired. Wanted. Loved. 

Was that what you saw whenever you looked at him?

Ortho told him what the next move was: asking you out. He was scared. You might have changed his view of himself a bit, but that didn’t mean he was suddenly ready to go the distance and conquer the world, or whatever those overenthusiastic extroverts say. The night was still too much, and maybe he still needed those three weeks of being a complete hermit. 

Okay. Maybe with your help, I'll get there little by little. 

Perhaps you could watch a movie in his room... Would you be okay with that? You always hung out with him in there. But what if you wanted to do something outside? Eh, maybe it all didn’t matter, as long as you were together. 

When he put on his headphones, he knew which song to choose right away. There was one forgotten song in his music library that he couldn’t bring himself to delete. A love song. It wasn’t a bad one, because Idia would never keep a bad song in his music library. It’s just that the lyrics  were too happy—its singer so blissfully in love that it amplified the loneliness that had always been there.

Now playing: “Immortal Flowers” — SERPINA

This time, it’ll be different. Tonight, he puts it on repeat. He listens to it with a head for once clear of uncertainties. Instead, he thinks of fluffy otome scenarios. 

That date idea would have to wait. For now, he’ll imagine and dream of you, with your warm smile and open arms—skin basking in the glow of blue fire light. 

THE END. 

~

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

There you have it! Thank you for reading. I had fun writing this 4-part series. Would love to hear some feedback! 

Btw, the title of the song Idia listens to at the end comes from “Conversations with Persephone” by Nikita Gill. “What Hades gave me was a crown made for the immortal flowers in my bones.” 

[diavolosthots]

How do ya think the brother would react to like a nurse/medical practitioner Mc?? 👉🏼👈🏼 if ya don’t mind. Like say Mammon r Beel got a super deep cut (probably from messing around while makin food r fighting) an like in an attempt to freak out Mc they show it to them but all Mc does give em light stitches and a lil lollipop. Thank uuu 💞💞

I kind of tweezed this a bit so everyone had a different injury lol sorry if this strayed too far away from the original. ALSO FUN FACT: lucifers was inspired by real life events that happened to me in like 3rd grade :)

Warning: mentions of blood, stitches, and broken bones 

THE BROTHERS with a nurse MC helping them with their boo-boos

Lucifer: 

To say he feels absolutely ridiculous right now is an understatement. His pen rolled off the desk and he tried to catch it before it hit the ground; however, he caught it in such a way that the pen actually pierced his skin and got stuck inside his hand. Moral of the story? Don’t try to catch a pen full force. Anyway, he’s now sitting in his chair, frowning, while you dab away at his bleeding hand and put some antibiotics on it. “MC, I’m fine.” he’s really not, that shit hurts like hell, but he’s putting on the tough boi actTM for you. He’s just thankful that you’re using regular bandaids and not something childish. He’ll keep it on, too, surprisingly, at least until the bleeding stops, but he won’t stop working. 

Mammon:

Oh boy this was funny. Well, not for him, but definitely for you. He stole money from Levi, again, and as he ran away from the third-born, he managed to, somehow, trip and fall down the stairs, ending in a broken foot. He’s been big baby ever since, but honestly, you enjoyed it. Were you worried for him? Yeah, of course. But now he has a cast and you keep drawing silly faces on it when you check up on him and it’s fun to watch him try to walk away from you with a broken foot. Really fun, actually. 

Leviathan:

Oh boy, here we go. Levi literally thought this was the end of it. The end of him. He slept wrong and his neck muscles kind of froze up to the point where he couldn’t move his head without pain. Nothing that won’t fix itself but this is your time to shine and get onto him for always falling asleep in that damn gaming chair! The tub isn’t even that uncomfortable, so he can at least sleep in that! But it’s okay because as stiff as he was anyway when you massaged his neck better and gave him a kiss for his little boo-boo, at least you got some nice alone time out of it. Even if you’re not *technically* certified for this, he still makes you do it. 

Satan: 

Are you serious right now? It was nothing like… bad, but he got all 4 of his fingers while turning the pages in his books and not only is there blood on some pages now, he also has 4 bandaids and a smug eating grin staring back at him. You kissed each of his fingers though, but he’s scared to admit that he actually likes the attention, like… it’s just… nice to be cared for you know? He won’t admit it because it’s still embarrassing that he cut 4 of his fingers but… at least he’s got cat themed band aids on now. 

Asmodeus:

Okay, truthfully, this isn’t really that bad and your skills aren’t really needed here, but to Asmo it was the end of the world. So, there he was, plugging his eyebrows, when all of a sudden, he noticed that he was plugging way too much and now his left eyebrow is thinner than his right one. No big deal right? Just fix the other one to match the left. NOPE! No can do, because that one is ugly. Now, how are you helping in this? Ah, you got a few tricks up your sleeves concerning drawing your eyebrows. You did a damn good job too and now he’s calling you his hero. Just take it, I would. 

Beelzebub:

It was bound to happen sooner or later. Even though Mammon is the Avatar of Greed, Beel can get quite greedy too when it comes to food and he just couldn’t finish cutting his steak before he bit in. Sadly, he was also too eager to notice that he wasn’t cutting his steak at all, but his arm, and now he has a pretty deep wound with blood pouring from it that he’s half hissing, half crying about. “HOW did you not notice?!” “I don’t know MC, it hurts…!” You can see the tears in his eyes and you feel so bad. Good for you, it’s nothing that a few stitches, some antibiotics, and a care-bear band aid won’t fix. He seems pretty happy with the band aid, too. 

Belphegor:

Honestly, no one knows how this happened. Somehow, someway, Belphegor managed to not only hit his head in the middle of the night, no. He also managed to split his eyebrow and tear out half his finger nail. The best part? He didn’t notice ANYTHING until someone pointed it out and now you’re cleaning up his finger nail and wrapping it up while he jokes about his new emo look. “It’s not funny Belphie!” He doesn’t even feel it so he doesn’t understand why it’s not funny. Why is it not funny? He could go back to sleep right now and he probably will never notice it again. 

[writingfandomfeels]

Tadashi Hamada - Drunk Karaoke

A/N: I wrote this yearssssss ago after first falling for Tadashi Hamada and being inspired by this clip of his voice actor Daniel Henney singing on YouTube for a different role. I hope you can listen to the audio and enjoy imagining Tadashi serenading you in this story <3 “No.” Tadashi breathed, staring at his phone. 

“What?” You asked, approaching him. 

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no! This can’t be happening!!!” 

“What is it?” You repeated yourself. 

“I only got 65% on the last assignment! I don’t understand, I worked so hard!!!” He huffed. 

You searched yourself for some way to encourage him. “There’s other assignments right? I’m sure you’ll do better on them. Maybe just check with the professor on what you were getting wrong and see if you can make up for it?” 

“No, not in this class, she’s very strict. Absolutely no makeups, she’s warned us. I could still check why though so at least I’ll know… ” 

“Why don’t you come out with us tonight?” Fred offered, suddenly appearing in the back of the emptying nerd lab. “Yeah, you won’t be able to hear back from that teacher tonight anyways and you got nothing else to do. Have a little fun for a night. Wasabi is DDing” 

You looked to Tadashi, curious his response. Your boyfriend wasn’t much of a bar goer but he did go with his friends on occasion, usually as the designated driver though. 

He sighed. “Yeah, okay, might cheer me up after all this.” 

You crowded around the bar, each taking turns ordering. Except Fred. He took 3 shots and ran off to dance. Wasabi got a diet coke since he's the designated driver and Honey ordered a martini. Everyone looked surprised when Tadashi got ready to order too. 

He shrugged at their expressions. "It's been a long terrible day that I really just want to forget."

"Well if you're in the mood for forgetting..." Gogo paused and ordered some complicated drink then slid it to him. "It's my own little concoction. Strongest stuff I've ever had."

Tadashi eyed it hesitantly.

"I...don't know Gogo," Honey said looking at Tadashi. "You don't have to drink anything if you don't want to." She reminded him.

He shrugged. "Why not. What have I got to lose." He said and began drinking Gogo’s concoction.

"Hey! Look! It's karaoke night!" Wasabi said turning his attention to the stage opposite the bar.

Honey gasped. "Tadashi! You should sing!!"

You looked at him shocked and impressed. "You sing?!!"

He shook his head. "Only in the shower or when I don’t notice I’m doing it. I'm not nearly drunk enough for karaoke."

"Well then! That can be arranged!" You laughed and ordered him a shot.

He chuckled. "I would have never thought you the type to get someone drunk and take advantage of them." He teased.

"What can I say," you shrugged, "I love singers”

"Oh, do you?" He asked watching, interested.

You smiled at him coyly and he quickly took the shot. Not long later, he's making dumb jokes and like a hyper little kid. 

He giggled as he stared at you. 

"What?" You smirk.

"There's two’a you." He giggled more. "This is so awesome. I love having two’a you. But wait which one is the real you ‘cause I don'wanna acciden’ally kiss someone who's not my girlfriend." His eyes grew big as he slurred. "Whoa, yeah, that would be bad....but two of you!!!" He exclaimed excitedly again.

You laughed with Honey and Gogo at him.

"So does that mean you're drunk enough to sing for me now?" You asked.

"Sing?! OHH YEAHHHHH I WAS GONNA SIIIING FOR YOUUU, okay okay just....just wait here...." He said and got up from the bar stool, stumbling a bit. "Just stay here..." He held his hands up, "I'll I'll be right back...okay?"

"Okay, I'll be here." You smiled.

"Okay." He said and started to leave but then ran back to kiss you, catching you off guard, and then ran back to the stage. 

Gogo chuckled at your surprised look. "Yeah, he gets a bit clingy when he's drunk."

"A bit clingy?!" Honey said as if what Gogo said was a terrible exaggeration.

Gogo chuckled again. "Okay, a lot clingy! Once he wouldn't let Honey go to the bathroom alone." 

"He kept saying I was his best friend and not to go but I was like ‘Tadashi I really have to pee! And what about Fred he's your best friend too?’ Thankfully that got him distracted enough to tackle Fred with hugs instead of me." Honey explained. 

You laughed at the story with the girls.

"Next up! Ta-" the MC paused and looked at Tadashi who was just off stage "dude, I can't read your handwriting… what does it say?"

Tadashi just grabbed the mic from him instead.

"Heeeelloooooooooo Sanfransokyooooo! It is I, Tadashi Hamada, here to serenade you.....buuuuuuuut mostly just my girlfriend ‘cause she's a dork waffle and got me drunk so I would sing to her." He slurred. "But it's okay ‘cause she's really cute. Okay! This is a song! Called...ahh....umm....a thing, I dunno......anyways I umm OH! Oh it's starting!!! Everyone it's starting, shhhhh! Wasabi it's starting, look, shhhhh!!!"

You and the group laughed at him and Honey got out her phone to video it. Frankly, you were quite impressed with his talent. 

When he had finished, the whole bar applauded like mad. "Thank you!!!" He shouted and dropped the mic. He picked up his baseball cap that had fallen while he was head banging, then jumped off stage. 

You got up off your barstool to meet him. "You were amazing!!!!" You shouted over the new music playing. You reached your arms out to hug him but he pulled you into a sloppy kiss instead.

"Let's dance." He grinned and pulled you deeper into the crowd. 

Moments later, you bumped into Honey again.

"IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU GUYS EVERYWHERE!!!" She yelled over the music. "YOU GOTTA COME SEE FRED!!!!" She dragged you off behind her and soon you come within view of a mechanical bull that Fred was totally rocking. 

Having a few drinks in yourself, you decide you want to try it too after Fred. Tadashi didn’t realize this at first though, so got upset when he saw you getting on it. 

"WhAdder youuu doing?!!" He scolded. 

You shrugged. "Giving it a try."

"No no no no no!!" He said, running over and trying to carry you away from it. "I don't want you to get hurt!"

"But Fred didn't get hurt." You pointed out.

"But Fred is a idiot so even if he did I woulden’ be too worried. But you’re too pridddyyy t’ fall an’ break your face. Fred can break his face if he wants though." He slurred and pulled at your hand. "C'mon let’s do something else.” The drunken boy looked around the bar for something else to do. 

“LOOK DARTS I LOVE DARTS DON’T YOU LOVE DARTS?!" he said excitedly and pulled the darts from the board then backed up. "I'm sooooooooo good at darts, just watch me," he said, giving you a charming crooked grin and a wink. 

He threw the first dart and it hit the edge of the board. The second hit about 2 inches from the target, and the third....hit your forehead.

"Aaahhhhh!!!" You grabbed at your temple before looking down to see the bright red blood on your hands.

"OH NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" He rushed over to you. "I'm SO sorry Y/N!!!!!" He apologized, looking at the cut and hugging you. "We gotta get Baymax! Baymax!! BAYMAX!!!" he began calling and wandering a little. "OW! BAYMAX! OW! BAYMAX! ACTIVATE!!"

You held your stinging temple and ran after him, grabbing his arm with your non-bloody hand. "Hun, Baymax is at home." You pointed out. 

"Oh" He paused, looking worriedly at the dripping blood. "Well let's go find him then!!!" He said, determinedly scooping you up into his arms and heading to the doors. 

Once outside he wandered up and down the street almost whacking your head on a light post. "Umm..." he hiccupped, "where are we??"

You laughed. "How bout we get Wasabi to drive us instead?"

He nodded, setting you down and going back inside with you to find your friend. 

***

“Aghh, my head…” Tadashi groaned the next morning. 

You rolled over in bed to face him. “Yeah, I know that feeling.” 

He looked at the bandaid plastered to your forehead. “Did I do that?” He moved his hand up to his head, groaning again. “Everything is so hazy.” 

“It’s okay, it wasn’t that bad.” You reassured. 

He turned over to pick up his phone, checking the time to see how late the two of you had slept in. In doing so though he noticed an email notification. 

“Oh my gosh. I can’t believe it.” He breathed. 

“What?” You asked curiously. 

“My professor… she’s actually going to let me make up my grade!” 

“That’s amazing!!!” You cheered. 

He looked at the time again. “Not if I don’t make it to meet her!” 

Tadashi jumped out of bed, instantly regretting the fast movement. 

You cringed as you watched him place a hand to his mouth, willing himself not to vomit. 

Hurriedly he changed out of his pyjamas and into the first clothes he could find. 

“Good luck!” You called after him as he rushed away.

[obeyme-kaidii-writes]

Belonging

Mammon x gn!MC

Words - 4606

Content warnings - lots of angst, insecure MC, Mammon is an ass at first ‘cause he’s a tsundere

Prompt/inspiration - self indulgent comfort piece

Summary - That one time when Mammon’s tsundere tendencies broke your heart.

AO3

You had been so stupid. So foolish. So naive.

When you first met Mammon, he took your breath away. You had never seen someone just so...beautiful. It was an honest to goodness love at first sight moment, something that you didn’t even believe possible until then. Yeah he seemed a little harsh, but you convinced yourself it was just because he was shy and easily embarrassed. As soon as he got to know you better, you were sure he’d calm down a bit and open up to you.

It was slow going though. Just when you had started thinking you had finally managed to become friends with him, something would happen that would send you back to square one again. For every step forward you took, you would inevitably take 3 steps back.

But after a while, things did eventually seem to be going your way. He’d come over for movie nights. You were allowed to hang out in his room. He no longer stuttered out excuses when he would walk you to and from RAD. You had started to feel comfortable. Like maybe everything in your shitty life up until now might have actually been worth it because finally, FINALLY you had someone who genuinely enjoyed being around you.

Until today, that is, when you were not-so-gently reminded of your place.

The night began like any other Friday evening - a movie night with Mammon, Beel, and Levi. Everyone had gathered in Mammon’s room, snacks were plentiful, and you were getting to sit next to Mammon. As the movie progressed, you casually adjusted your position so that you could hold his hand. But as soon as your palm touched his and he realized what you were doing, he pulled back and yelled at you.

“What the hell are ya doing?!”

If it wasn’t for the look on his face, you would have sworn he was embarrassed. Instead, there was no doubt in your mind just how disgusted he was at the idea of you touching him. You didn’t notice when the movie was paused. Or when the lights were turned on. All you could see were his eyes boring into yours. Looking like he wanted to vomit on the spot at the very idea of having ever been close to you.

“Umm...I...just…” you stumbled over your words, unsure what to say. What could you even say? He knew you had tried to hold his hand. And that’s all there was to it. You made a move, the wrong one, and he rejected you.

“Sorry...I’ll umm...just go…” was all you managed to finally get out, as you made a mad dash to your room. Your cheeks were burning with shame, and tears pricking at your eyes.

How could you have been so arrogant? Thinking someone could actually be interested in a person like you. This wasn’t your home. These weren’t your friends. They weren’t your family. You didn’t belong here. You didn’t belong anywhere. You had let yourself get comfortable, indulging your delusions and fantasies and ignoring all the many warning signs that you weren’t actually wanted here.

Even though Mammon was your official Guardian, the rest of the brothers still did their part to make sure you survived your year in one piece. And you had mistaken this courtesy as actual kindness. If anyone had been nice to you, it was out of obligation or pity. You were so desperate to believe you had finally found a place of your own that you let yourself be tricked into thinking demons would actually care about you.

You should have known better. It’s not like you hadn’t had this experience before. People who tolerated you and then at the first available opportunity cut you from their lives. You knew there was something wrong with you, there had to be, for as many times as this had happened. But since no one stuck around very long at all, you honestly had no idea what that might be. If someone would have just told you, you would have fixed it.

By the time you had made it to the safety of your room, your tears had already started to fall in large, heavy drops. You didn’t make a sound. You were too numb to even sob. You just laid down on your bed, facing the wall, and cried. If you could even call it crying. It was more like tears just poured from your eyes. You didn’t even know it was possible to cry that many tears, yet here you were - soaking your pillow, unable to stop the flow.

At some point, you had managed to get your breathing under control. And then, even your tears dried up. You turned to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling and trying to figure out where you should go from here. You still had to make it through the rest of the year, and you had to find some way of doing that peacefully. Maybe if you talked to Lucifer he would assign you a different Guardian? You didn’t really want a different Guardian though, but you doubted you would be able to emotionally handle spending any more time with Mammon. Especially since every time you closed your eyes you could still see that look on his face.

After weighing your options you decided the only thing for you to do really was to put on a happy face. You’d be polite to anyone that talked to you, but you were going to be smart this time. You were going to keep your distance. Not just from Mammon, but from everyone else too.

There was no point in giving yourself the chance to believe you actually could make any friends here. Doubtless it would end up the same way. So you were going to do the minimum - go to RAD, come back to your room, and stay in your room until it was time to leave for RAD again, only leaving with the exception of meal times. No more movie nights, or gaming tournaments, or shopping trips, or restaurant tours. You were just going to keep to yourself and...survive.

————

Breakfast the following morning was oddly quiet. Beel, Mammon, and Levi kept exchanging looks, but you pretended you didn’t notice and just focused on your meal. You had found a comfortable sense of numbness since the previous night, and had now more or less come to terms with the fact you weren’t wanted here and had gotten carried away.

Lucifer had needed to head out a bit earlier to attend a before school meeting with Lord Diavolo, so you asked if you could walk with him instead. He raised an eyebrow at your unexpected request, but thankfully didn’t ask any additional questions. Of all the brothers he was actually the one you were most comfortable with at the moment. Probably because you never had any doubts about the fact he wasn’t overly fond of you.

When classes had ended for the day, you realized that you would need to walk home with Mammon. But after a full day of perfecting your “nice” smile, and mastering how to behave “politely” without taking things personally, you felt better prepared to handle it than you had that morning. Mammon seemed nervous, blushing and fidgeting most of the way. Any other day, you would have asked him what was wrong, but now you were committed to keeping your distance so you ignored him.

Once you arrived back at the House of Lamentation, however, he finally started talking to you before you had a chance to hide away in your room again.

“Uhh...about last night...I…”

“It’s fine, Mammon,” you said, smiling your best, bright smile, “I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.”

“That’s...I was jus’ surprised is all…”

“Then I’m sorry for surprising you.”

“So umm...do you wanna...try again...maybe…?”

For the briefest moment, your smile faltered. You were quick to correct it, but of course Mammon noticed that split second of hesitation before you answered.

“No thank you. It was nice of you to offer though. But I don’t think I’ll be going to movie night anymore, so you really don’t have to worry about me.”

“Huh? That’s not what I was...this wasn’t about the movie…!”

You gave Mammon another perfect, reassuring smile before leaving him in the entryway, flustered beyond belief at what just happened. He could understand that you might not have known what he was asking right away, but to say you didn’t want to go to movie night at all? That seemed like a bit of an overreaction. Not to mention the fact that the entire conversation just seemed...weird. You were smiling too much for one thing, and he really didn’t like it. He enjoyed making you smile, but this just wasn’t right.

And he couldn’t just let that go.

No sooner had you sat down at the table in your room to begin on your assignments, than the door was flung open as Mammon barged in. You stared at him, stunned, unable to grasp why he had followed you to your room. When he saw you looking at him, he once again got flustered, but was quick to recover this time - he was on a mission.

“Look I know I yelled at ya and all, but that ain’t a reason to skip movie night. Who's gonna feed Beel? Or make sure Levi doesn’t put on those weird anime movies with the tentacles and shit?”

“I’m sure you’ll manage. You had to have worked things out somehow before I arrived. You don’t need to try to include me,” you replied, turning your back to Mammon so you could focus on your work.

“Movie night was your idea! Ya can’t just quit!”

“I said it’s fine,” you could feel your frustration building in your chest. You had wanted to do this peacefully, but Mammon was so stubborn, more stubborn than you had anticipated given his reaction to you yesterday.

“It ain’t fine!”

“Leave it alone, Mammon,” you snapped, stopping what you were doing as you tried to calm yourself down again. You weren’t going to let him get to you. He’d wear himself out and lose interest eventually. You just needed to be patient until he realized he didn’t have to entertain you anymore.

“How can I leave it alone? I’ve said worse stuff to ya before and you haven’t acted like this.”

“I know when I’m not wanted. It’s fine.”

You weren’t about to open up and confide in him all your worries and fears. Even if he was asking out of politeness, you knew he wouldn’t really want to hear about that stuff anyways. He barely tolerated your physical presence, there wasn’t any way he’d want to be burdened with your emotional baggage too.

Mammon was silent for a while after that. He didn’t know what to say, or how to explain. He knew he had fucked up. Badly. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you next to him. He did. More than he’d care to admit. Which was actually part of the problem. He didn’t want to admit he cared. Because admitting he cared would mean you could reject him. If you weren’t aware of his feelings, then you would just be stuck with him, and that was good enough for him. It had to be.

At least it had been up until now. Now, Mammon feared if he didn’t say something, anything, he’d lose any chance at ever talking to you again.

“...I wanted ya there…” he finally whispered, so quietly you almost didn’t hear it.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yeah I do!” he said, much louder than he had spoken before. Couldn’t you tell he was trying to say that he liked you? That he enjoyed your company? Did you really have to argue with him about it?

“...whatever,” you said with a sigh as you began to open your school books.

“Hey! Listen to me will ya!? I’m trying to say I like you!”

You flinched at Mammon’s sudden declaration.

“And you expect me to believe that?” you replied, your tone laced with venom. You knew what was coming next - his inevitable backpedaling that he always did. Where he made excuses and belittled you and made sure to crush any hope you may have had that he actually liked you in any capacity because the idea of anyone thinking he actually had a soft spot for you was apparently absolutely appalling.

“Why wouldn’t you?! You should feel honored and…!”

“Why wouldn’t I?? Seriously?? You’re asking me that?”

You turned in your seat to glare at Mammon, angry tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. Did he seriously think so little of you that he just expected you to believe whatever you told him?

“I dunno Mammon, maybe it’s because ever since I got here you made a point to remind me what a burden I am and how much trouble I cause. Maybe it’s because you constantly dump me on your brothers to avoid your responsibilities. Maybe it’s because every time I try to be nice to you, you push me away and make me feel stupid for even trying. But hey, what do I know? I’m just the dumb human, right?”

By now your tears had started to fall, but you couldn’t even be bothered to dry them. You finally had the chance to get everything off your chest that had been building since you were dragged down to the Devildom and you didn’t feel like stopping anytime soon. Your rational thoughts had long since flown, and all that was left was your extremely hurt, angry, emotional self that was bound and determined to make sure Mammon knew just how much pain he had caused you.

Mammon, for his part, was completely dumbfounded. Personally, he thought he had been doing alright trying to get to know you. He wasn’t used to people actually being nice to him for one thing, so he was always so suspicious whenever you were.

But what he hadn’t realized though, was how genuine all your advances had been, and how much he had hurt you in trying to protect himself.

“I-I-I…”

“I’m not the sort of person anyone likes. I know that. So whatever joke it is you’re trying to pull, just stop it already!”

“I ain’t messin’ around!”

“What are you not understanding here??” you yelled, slamming your hands down on your desk as you stood up to face Mammon, “I don’t connect with people. I’m never the one that gets picked. So just stop it ok?! I don’t know what Lucifer threatened you with…”

“He didn’t threaten me with anything!”

“Oh please, like you actually want to spend any time with me.”

“Of course I do! That’s what I’ve been tryin’ to tell ya!”

“...you don’t mean that. No one ever means that.” You crossed your arms, hugging yourself tightly, averting your gaze. Your anger had started to fade and all that was left was an overwhelming sense of sadness.

“Why do ya keep saying that?”

“Because it’s true. It’s just what happens. Whatever it is that lets people make friends, I don’t have it. I always think I do, but it never works out. So why would this time be any different? I just...I can’t do this again.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because I love you!” you shouted, having finally reached the end of your patience with Mammon’s endless questions. This wasn’t how you had wanted to tell him. But you didn’t know what else to say at this point because nothing else seemed to be getting through to him.

Cautiously, Mammon took a step forward. Then another. Until he was standing right in front of you. You kept your eyes trained on the ground, refusing to look up. You didn’t want to see the look on his face. Not after you had just confessed to him. It had been bad enough when he yelled at you for holding his hand, and you were sure seeing him now would kill you.

But, Mammon didn’t force the issue. Instead, he slowly reached out for your hands, carefully twining your fingers together as he lowered his head to rest it against yours.

“...do ya mean that?”

“Of course I do,” you mumbled, “But it doesn’t matter. It never matters. I’m not good at this stuff.” You rubbed your fingers over Mammon’s hands, playing with his rings as you tried to distract yourself from the conversation you were having. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you were so nervous you couldn’t stand it. It almost didn’t seem real to you, to have him standing so close to you, willingly touching you. Perhaps that’s why you weren’t shying away from being honest about your feelings and why you were letting yourself touch him like you were. If it was all only a dream, it didn’t matter anyways.

“It matters to me...I like ya too. A whole lot. And...I’m sorry for makin’ ya feel anything different. It’s just…” Mammon hesitated. This was the most honest he had been with another being in centuries, and his instincts to pull away and run were still strong. But you had been honest with him, and after all the hurt he caused you, it was probably the absolute least he could do.

“It’s just...I know how it feels. Ta not be wanted. And I uh...didn’t trust ya at first. I thought...you would be like my brothers and were just mocking me…”

That last sentence made your heart ache and you lifted your head slowly to look at Mammon. His eyes were closed now, but you could see the tears gathering at the corners and the dampness of his lashes. It was clear to you then that these were his true feelings, and not something he was sharing easily. Without a word, you released his hands, slipping your arms around his waist to pull him into a hug. He flinched at the sudden contact, but didn’t waste any time returning the gesture, wrapping his arms around you and hiding his face in your shoulder.

“I’d never do that,” you replied.

“Well yeah, I know that now.”

“I think you’re amazing, you know? I always have fun with you. And I like spending time with you. When you’re not acting like I’m the plague,” you teased, turning your head slightly to catch a glimpse of Mammon’s face and the faintest hint of a smile that tugged at his lips.

“S’rry. I think yer pretty amazing too. You put up with me an’ my brothers for starters.”

You laughed softly at his reply, feeling his arms tighten around you as he hugged you closer.

“Do you umm...wanna watch a movie…?” Mammon asked, hopeful that you’d take him up on the offer so he’d have a good reason for staying with you a little longer.

“Yeah, we can do that. I didn’t get to finish the movie from the other night.”

You pulled away from Mammon to grab your laptop from beside your bed, before climbing into it and making yourself comfortable. When you looked up, Mammon was still standing awkwardly in the middle of the floor, blushing furiously.

“Oh. Do you not want to sit here? Sorry! We can��” you started to ramble, terrified you had made him uncomfortable again and already messed up everything that you had just seemed to fix.

“No! It’s uh...not that...umm…” Mammon said, moving to sit on the edge of your bed, “Do you umm...wanna try...ya know...holding hands…?”

You blinked a few times as you processed Mammon’s request, staring at his outstretched hand that he was offering to you. Was this what he had been trying to ask you about after school…?

“I mean! It’s fine if ya don’t want to!”

“Wait!” you grabbed his hand quickly, before he had the opportunity to pull it back, “I’d like that. A lot,” you said, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment, “Can I ask you something?” Mammon nodded as he scooted back onto the bed so that he could sit next to you, “Is this umm, what you were trying to ask me about earlier? When we first got back?”

“Yeah,” now sitting comfortably beside you, he adjusted his grip on your hand, lacing your fingers together and allowing you to snuggle up next to him and rest your head on his shoulder. He was nervous at having you so close, but at the same time, he didn’t think he had ever felt more relaxed. There was a certain comfort in knowing that you felt the same way towards him and weren’t going to chase him off for wanting to be near you. He still had a long way to go in the “open and honest” department, but at least with you he didn’t have to hide his feelings any longer.

As the movie played, Mammon found himself struggling to concentrate. You had said a lot of things earlier when you had been so upset that he hadn’t been sure what you meant, or how he was supposed to respond. One thought in particular kept echoing in his mind that he really felt like he needed to address - that you didn’t feel wanted.

“Hey, do you umm, think we could talk?” he finally asked. You paused the movie and closed your laptop, nervous to hear what he had to say.

“Sure,” you replied meekly and Mammon gave your hand what he hoped would be a reassuring squeeze.

“I guess I just want to make sure you know that I want ya around. I know I can be a bit of an idiot at times and don’t always think things through...but that’s how I feel. And I know my brothers feel the same too.”

“Thank you. For telling me.” You could feel your throat tightening and you knew you were probably close to tears again, as if you hadn’t already cried enough today.

“And I’m gonna prove it to ya, you know? The Great Mammon’s gonna show ya just how special you are.”

A small smile spread across your face as you snuggled closer to Mammon. He nudged you gently with his elbow, which only made your smile broaden, and you nudged him in return, causing him to laugh. It didn’t take long for a full on tickle fight to erupt, which only stopped when Mammon had managed to successfully pin you to the mattress. Realizing the position he was in made Mammon’s face flush, but he didn’t move, and you simply looped your arms around his neck holding him in place with a hug. He carefully lowered his body so he could wrap you up in a hug of his own, as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

You had been so certain earlier that you’d never get a chance to have a moment like this with him. And part of you feared if you were to let him go, he’d leave for good. But no matter how tightly you held him, Mammon held you just as tight. He too had been waiting for this for a long time and wasn’t about to let you go any sooner than necessary.

—————

The following morning, Mammon was already gone by the time you woke up. The realization stung, but you tried to focus on the positives and pushed those thoughts aside, determined not to let yourself jump to the worst case scenario before you had even eaten your breakfast. You quickly got yourself ready, and made your way downstairs, taking your usual seat at the table. Mammon had yet to make an appearance, so you focused on your food, anxiously waiting for him to join you.

When you heard the dining room doors open, you quickly snapped your head up, smiling as Mammon made his way into the room. He locked eyes with you, grinning, but as soon as he noticed that his brothers were also watching him, he averted his gaze and your heart shattered.

Of course, you thought, how could you have forgotten? Just because he admitted to liking you in private didn’t actually mean he would treat you any differently. The thought made your stomach churn, and you had to fight the urge to dash from the room, choosing instead to return your attention to the food on your plate. This was going to be so much worse now that you knew he was aware of your feelings, you thought, blinking back tears.

Shit.

Mammon had reflexively looked away from you for the briefest of moments when he had become aware of his brothers staring. But almost immediately he had stopped himself and looked back at you to offer you a smile. It hadn’t been quick enough though, and he only caught sight of your face as it fell and you attempted to hide your disappointment. He really hadn’t meant to hurt you. Especially not so soon after the two of you had finally opened up to each other.

And now what was he supposed to do?

Well, there really was only one thing he could think of - Make ‘em jealous.

Taking a deep breath, Mammon walked to his seat, nudging his chair over until it was right next to yours, before finally sitting down. You looked up at him, stunned and confused, and he flashed you his usual cocky grin, which only made your heart leap in your throat. Just what was going on? you wondered.

“Ooo Mammon, you’re sitting awfully close today,” Asmodeus teased.

“What’s it to ya, Asmo? Ya jealous?” Mammon, quipped back as he started serving himself some breakfast. He could feel you staring as you struggled to wrap your head around what was happening, and he smirked, shooting you a sideways glance.

“It’s just not fair that you keep hogging them all to yourself. The rest of us should get a chance to sit next to them too.”

“Enough. It’s too early in the morning for this sort of nonsense,” said Lucifer, sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know, dear brother, you’re going to get horrible wrinkles if you don’t get more rest,” replied Asmo, shifting his attention to Lucifer.

Mammon turned to look at you, not at all surprised to see that you were still staring at him in shock. He looked down at your lap, and you followed his gaze as he opened his right hand, palm up, and offered it to you. You stared at it for a few moments, before finally sliding your hand into his. You looked up at him again, only to find that his cheeks were now a very deep shade of red, one that spread all the way to the tips of his ears. He was clearly not prepared for how...different...it was going to feel to hold your hand when surrounded by his brothers, and you couldn’t help but smile at him.

He was quick to turn his attention to his breakfast, and you did the same, occasionally sneaking glances at Mammon as you ate. Mammon could feel your eyes on him, and while mildly embarrassing, also made him ridiculously happy. Up until yesterday he had been so afraid of making a move in your direction, he hadn’t even stopped to think of the possibility of you actually accepting him. And now that he was holding your hand, he was determined to never let it go.

[devildomimagines]

Hi! If that's okay could i request the brothers or the undateables (Luke included but platonic) with a MC who has a pet parrot? Their parrot is super cuddly and is on their shoulder or near them 24/7 and everyone think he's adorable but he's actually a spoiled little shit who will not hesitate to screech if he's not being held and paid attention to (he also does that annoying thing where parrots throw things off the table and when you put It on the table again they throw it again just to piss you off-) like, even if MC payes 0,01 seconds of attention to them he's screeching bsosh-

Anyways, look at the gremlin who inspired this request

He's a bastard birb but i love him anyway😫💞 (fun fact i stopped cuddling him to type and this dude started chewing on my phone case-)

Awww! How cute!!! I wish I could draw too because the idea of MC with a bird buddy is so fricking adorable!

Thank you for requesting and for your patience while I worked on this. Also thanks for the picture of your bird because I love him! 10/10 would spoil.

Belphegor

He squinted at the parrot, the screeching was interrupting his nap.

“MC,” he whined, “get it to stop.”

“Sorry, he’s just so clingy, I stopped petting him for just a second.”

Belphie pouted as your concentration moved from rubbing his back to playing with the bird.

He pulled at your sleeve and placed it on his head, “You have two hands.”

You sighed, how would you ever get anything done like this? 

Beelzebub

At first, he mainly only sees the parrot as something similar to chicken.

Once you explain that it’s a friend, not food, Beel was worried that he’d hurt the small creature so he just tended to avoid it altogether.

He’d watch quietly as you played or took general care of the cage.

One time, he happened to be eating a banana and your parrot hopped over to him asking, “Treat?”

Beel’s eyes opened wide and looked over at you, his face asking if it was ok?

“Yeah! He loves bananas!” You confirmed and watched as Beel sweetly offered his banana to the bird to take a nibble.

Asmodeus

Unfortunately the first experience Asmo had with your parrot was when it pooped on him. He was not a fan.

The next unfortunate misunderstanding was when the parrot chased him, naturally he ran, not wanting to be pooped on again and that only added to the chase.

“Asmo, you have to stop running, he thinks you’re playing!”

“But MC! He’ll do unspeakable things to me!” Asmo was close to tears.

“Ok, ok, come here,” You opened your arms and he dived towards you. Swiftly you caught Asmo in a hug and the parrot swooped in and landed on your shoulder.

The pair came face to face as Asmo peeked a look, “Pretty boy!” the parrot squawked. When Asmo’s face softened, you didn’t have the heart to tell him that was something you told your pet and not something the parrot was noting of Asmo.

Satan

Originally intrigued by the little guy.

He was somewhat familiar with the behaviors of cats but he didn’t know much about birds

You’re excited to share all the tricks and phrases you’ve taught your bird buddy as Satan takes notes.

Satan has a lot of questions and you answer the best you can but you’re no expert so you promise to get a bird book for him.

With a scratch of his chin, he asks, “And why is he so attached to you?”

You laugh, “I’m assuming it’s because he loves me but it’s probably because I’m the one who gives him treats.”

Leviathan

He didn’t have a strong feeling towards the bird one way or the other at first.

When the bird picks up the intro tune to one of his animes, his interest starts to grow.

He thought it was cute and happened to catch it on video one day. When he posted it online, it blew up.

Levi tried to teach your parrot other tunes but lost interest when there wasn’t an immediate turn around.

The first time he saw the happy dancing of your parrot, his interest was back lol.

He can be caught bopping along with your parrot if there was ever a time they were left alone together.

Mammon

I feel like he would dislike the bird (mainly for drawing your attention away from him) but the bird actually really likes playing with him.

Mammon always has something interesting to the bird whether it’s his feather keychain or his glasses or some shiny trinket.

Your parrot likes tapping the side of Mammon’s glasses to get his attention.

He’s pretty good at handling the bird and when asked he admits to taking care of a crow without Lucifer’s knowledge so that stays between the two of you.

He definitely talks to the parrot like any other being, “Oy!” He points an accusatory finger at your parrot, “Knock it off with the nipping!” and thus the parrot takes a nibble at his finger.

Although he talks a big game, he secretly loves that you two can be bird parents together.

Lucifer

His pride takes a hit that he, the right-hand to the crown prince of Devildom, has to compete for your attention with a parrot.

Oh the withering looks he gives as your pet screeches for your care.

He does know a thing or two about wing care though. XD

He also knows exactly the right spots for scritches near and on the wings and your parrot is putty in his hands, that boosts his previously wounded pride just a bit.

I think he would secretly spoil your parrot as an extension of spoiling you. 

Deep down he’s a big softie for animals so extra toys and treats find their way into the house.

Luke

Luke liked the bird initially until it screeched at him.

From then on he was kind of scared even if he wouldn’t admit it. 

It’d take a lot of coaxing to get him to pet your parrot but I think you could convince him eventually.

He enjoys how you gush about all the things your pet can do and so he starts to warm back up.

Slowly he gets back to being comfortable and the next time there is an unexpected screech, he’s better prepared.

He starts watching parrot videos online and looking up treats he could make that were safe for parrots.

Solomon

I feel like he knows some things about birds but isn’t particularly fond of animals in general, not that he hates them but doesn’t really get the hype.

You with a parrot on your shoulder is pretty cute though.

Solomon smiles as you play with the parrot, the two of you bouncing. He’ll sneak a picture, just for him.

If you ask him, he’ll play along too.

Through watching you care for your bird, he’ll start to understand the bond between pets and their owners.

Eventually does get interested in the diet of your pet but you assure many times that it’s being taken care of and that he doesn’t need to concern himself with it on top of his studies.

Simeon

Secretly loves birds but he couldn’t keep one as a pet in the celestial realm.

Absolutely beams the first time your parrot hops over to him to investigate.

Giggles when his hair gets pulled for attention but lovingly pets the tiny bird head.

Even with his limited technological knowledge, he takes a lot of pictures. He wants to be able to remember this time when he goes back.

He would absolutely relish the opportunity to take care of your parrot if there was ever a need and I’d trust him to do a good job. 

Offers to help take care of anything related to the bird for you definitely not to act like it’s his pet for a short amount of time.

Barbatos

He’s hard to impress but appreciates the refreshing sight of you smiling at your pet.

Barbatos is pretty knowledgeable so he knows what foods are ok to give to your parrot so he always has them on hand when you come around.

He smiles at you as your attention is on scolding the bird for biting at Barbatos. He wasn’t hurt, but he appreciates your concern.

You get a chuckle out of him when he catches you and the parrot in a game of chase.

Once the bird warms up to Barbatos, he chirps at Barbatos to get the treats he’s learned Barbatos usually has.

May make a toy for the bird, and even if your pet is typically picky about toys, he loves this handmade one.

Diavolo

He’s obsessed. He loves animals and he loves you so it’s all heart eyes for him.

He has Barbatos prepare treats for you and your parrot when you come to visit.

Adores your demonstration of tricks and claps at the end.

He asks if he can hold or pet your bird and of course you say yes. Your parrot’s reaction was to bite at the unknown fingers and Diavolo just laughs.

“He’s spunky, I like it!” 

For sure gets toys to try out for each time you visit and whether your parrot plays with the toys or not, he just enjoys the time spent with you two.