#But seeing it still brings joy because mc is sweet

[buttercupshands]

Started playing another Hoyoverse game and one character reminded me of another doctor...

[devildom-moss]

Stolen Moments with the other dateables

(Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon x gn!mc)

(suggestive)

Diavolo

Diavolo doesn’t have to sneak around trying to get you alone with him very often. However, because he hates to displease Lucifer and because he wants to give you space, he tries not to be selfish. It’s so easy for him to summon you to the castle privately and just as easy for him to invite you to come alone in front of everyone. At the castle, the only person he has to worry about is Barbatos, and in most cases, Barbatos will leave the two of you alone once he’s certain that you’ve both been appropriately accommodated. (However, if Barbatos invited you over and Diavolo tries to steal you away, there will be issues – horrific aura filling the room, magically appearing stacks of documents for Diavolo to complete, and pickles accidentally making their way to the dinner table kind of issues.) Diavolo feels blessed to get you alone, but the thought that he eventually has to let you go looms over him. Because of this, he wants to touch you as much as you’ll let him. He’s especially fond of taking you back to his room and getting you in bed, even if you’re just watching something together. He wants your scent to stain his bed sheets, so that once he lets go of you, something of you still lingers with him.

Secret invites are another good excuse for Diavolo to get you alone in a way. Even with Barbatos and Lucifer keeping an eye on him, Diavolo can always find a few spare minutes to secretly send you a text asking you out. Some events he invites you to require him to bring a date, and he’s delighted to use that as an opportunity to ask you out. Exclusive parties and events can be an especially good tactic to get you away from the House of Lamentation or Purgatory Hall. Diavolo has mixed feelings about bringing you to fancy parties, though, because he has to put his position above his desire to show you a good time. Still, the fact that you can experience something new (some of those themed parties he attends can get wild for something so high-class) and that he gets to show everyone else that you belong to him – at least for the night – makes it worth it. If he gets the chance to spend the entire night with you because of those parties by getting a hotel room or returning to the castle after the event, that’s even better.  

Barbatos

Like Diavolo, Barbatos will just request your presence at the castle, and if he’s trying to be particularly greedy or sneaky, he’ll ask you to come straight to his room. He doesn’t have much free time, and that can mean long stretches of time without getting you to himself. As much as he may try to hide it, he gets pent up to the point of desperately, urgently needing you. Often, he will entice you with offers of sweets or a new blend of tea – any excuse he can come up with. However, sometimes he just wants to know that you would come to visit for no other reason than just seeing him. No one will question his motives if he sends you a message asking you to visit or requests a bit of your time at the castle in passing or after a meeting. Barbatos is so proper that few would expect how quickly he can escalate intimacy once he has you behind closed doors.

During parties or casual meetings, Barbatos likes to steal you away by asking for help in the kitchen. The only real risk of interruptions in the kitchen would be Luke or Simeon (and maybe random staff at the castle who know how to keep their mouths shut – even Little D. no. 2 knows better). Those are pretty good odds. He might take the opportunity to show off his skills and cook/bake with you, or he might just use it as an excuse to be alone. Barbatos enjoys cooking with you, especially when he is able to teach you something new. It makes him feel like the luckiest man in all three realms when you successfully complete a dish together; if you smile at him or kiss him in response to your success, he’ll survive off of that joy all week. When he just wants to be alone with you, sometimes he has food waiting in the kitchen that he wants you to try before anyone else, and other times, he just wants to get his hands on you away from everyone’s watchful eyes.

Simeon

Simeon figured out that the easiest way to get you alone is to ask for your help with mundane tasks. Does he need to go to the store to pick up ingredients for dinner? Does he have a library book to return? Does he need to do research on a specific Devildom plant for a class? He’ll ask you to come along with him. He knows that the people most likely to cling to your side (Mammon, Levi, Asmo, and Belphie) are the least likely to want to do something boring like that. All of those obstacles – excluding Asmo – will probably tell him to go alone, but they can’t do much if you agree to help him. That isn’t to say that he doesn’t occasionally have to deal with a tag-a-long, but it’s a pretty effective system overall. Moreover, he enjoys asking you to help him with mundane tasks because it gives him a taste of what it might be like to live with you. He cherishes those moments where he feels like you are such an integral part of his life that you bleed into the most mundane parts. Simeon also gets mischievous pleasure out of being seen around the Devildom with you, knowing that it’s possible for rumors to reach their way back to everyone else who wants you.

Additionally, Simeon often disguises quality dates as a simple task. When he asks you to go shopping with him, he might also invite you to go to a park or to check out a festival or new restaurant while you’re already out. If you helped him locate a book he needed at the library, he might invite you to dinner or take you to a café as a thank you. If you help him carry something home, he’ll invite you to stay for a while. Simeon has a way of keeping you much longer than intended – sometimes even inviting you to stay the night at Purgatory Hall because you were both so busy and didn’t realize how late it was. It’s devious of him, but he rarely gets called out on it, and when he does, he feigns innocence.

Solomon

Solomon uses his status as your teacher to steal you away, and he isn’t even subtle about it, sometimes. (“MC, I have an extra special lesson that I’d like to invite my favorite and only apprentice to participate in.” Sir, if you want to get laid, just say it.) That said, he actually does take the time to teach you most of the time, and if he tries to get handsy, he usually has the sense and self-control to wait until after the lesson. Study sessions with him often occur in his room because that’s where most of his personal materials are, and the comfortable, private setting can be beneficial to both of you (like that time you accidentally turned Solomon into a catboy in a maid outfit. Satan would have loved to see that, though). It just also happens to be a perfect setting for his lessons to get off-track. Solomon loves being such a crucial part of your learning experience, and he takes pride in that, but it also turns him on a bit, too – the fact that you rely on him and trust him so much. That can come out in the form of the rewards he offers you when you do a good job.

Another way that Solomon will steal you away hides under the guise of “human world stuff.” Not only does he invite you to visit the human world with him whenever he’s granted the opportunity, but he will also just drag you out of the room and in response to anyone’s protests, he’ll just tell them, “it’s human world stuff.” That is the truth maybe 10% of the time. It’s usually just an excuse for him to pull you into an abandoned classroom because he can’t keep his hands to himself for a minute longer or to drag you out into the town on a date. He’s even used that excuse on Luke, Simeon, and Raphael at Purgatory Hall so he can pull you into his room. One time, he didn’t even wait until his door was closed to put his lips on you. Initially, he didn’t tell you what was going on, but at this point, you know that 9 times out of 10 “human world stuff” is code for Solomon needing attention.

(the demon brothers version) | (Raphael and Mephistopheles) | (Thirteen)

[florencetypemaniacs]

How would each Ro's react if the Mc tackled them into a pile of leaves? (Crushing and dating stage)

💛 Marcel

Crushing Stage

Marcel would frown for a moment, then laugh as he finally realized what had happened. 

"You have my attention now, that is for sure!" Marcel chuckled, putting some leaves on your head, his heart hammering in his chest as he saw your eyes crinkle. 

You were gorgeous. 

Marcel wished he had the courage to kiss you right then, but instead he focused on the sweet noise that was your laugh as he helped you up. 

Dating Stage

Marcel laughed. "I think you're falling for me." He said, pulling you closer. 

You were his. 

He was yours. 

And he couldn't be happier. 

Marcel put you on his chest, kissing the top of your head. "Can we just stay here for a moment?" He whispered as you both lay in the leaf bed. 

🧡 Margaret

Crushing Stage

Margaret blushed a bright shade of red. You were so close to her, the leaves cushioning her fall, but she still felt dizzy being so close to you. 

"Oh! Hi!" Margaret stuttered, her nerves kicking in, and she got off the ground. "I...uh...your..." Margaret started to back up, away from your confused expression, her face only getting more red by the minute. 

"I'll see you later!" She squeaked, rushing away from you. 

Dating Stage

Margaret would giggle. "Hi!" She smiled as she looked into your eyes, her nerves settling because it was you. 

You could always calm her down, even when she felt like she was going to drown in anxiety.

"You want to get up or....?" She giggled again, her forehead touching your own. 

❤️ Owen

Crushing Stage

Owen looked at you with a raised eyebrow, taking in his surroundings.

Were they in danger? Were you tackling him out of the way of something? 

But when he saw the smile on your face, he understood, he relaxed, you weren't in danger. You were safe with him. 

He erased that last thought from his mind; there was no use thinking about that, especially when you were so close that you could see his internal battle. 

"You have quite the tackle, lass/duck/lad." He said it in a gruff voice, not able to hide his amusement. 

Dating Stage

Owen looked around, nervous. If there was a threat that you were getting him out of the way of, pulling you closer to him and flipping you over so that you were out of the way of any fire, He was on top of you, making sure not to hurt you with his weight. 

Until he realized what you had actually done and laughed, looking down at you. "Hell...lass/duck/lad. You want to give me a heart attack. Good tackle, though." He kissed your nose and got up. 

💙 Rosemary

Crushing Stage

Rosemary's breath caught not from her back hitting the ground but from staring into your eyes. 

Her chest heaved out, and she let out a surprised shierk, hoping that the sly smile on her face covered up her heartbeat rasing in her chest somehow. 

"Yes, dollface/angelface/handsome?" Her voice was a purr. "Is there something you need?" 

Dating Stage

Rosemary just watched you, her heart busting with joy as she let out a genuine laugh.

You were here for her. The real her. Not the courtesan of lust but from Rosemary Brown, and she couldn't stop smiling. 

Pulling you close and kissing your nose.

"You are perfect." She whispered, her voice sincere. 

🩵 Tai

Crushing Stage

Tai felt his face heat up. You were so close to him, and he felt the need to bring you closer to him, to feel your lips on his, but he stopped himself. 

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying out for football and need a dumby to practice on? Well, let me tell you something right now,  Oleander. " Tai started to rant as he got up, his ears still pink as he walked away, grumbling about you for the next few hours. 

Dating Stage

Tai's ears heat up. "Idiot." He mumbled, but there was no real anger behind the words but instead affection. 

He brought you closer and kissed you. "Come on, let's get you inside before your quirky behavior spreads, and I have kids coming to my office because they hurt themselves by tackling their friends."

💚 Zane

Crushing Stage

Zane's eyes widened. "What in the seven hells are you doing?" He hissed, ignoring how his skin heated up. 

He rolled his eyes and got up, feeling as though he was on fire, his stomach feeling weird. He needed to get out of there. 

"Don't do that again, little lion, unless you want me to do the same thing with you." The thought of you close to him again sent a shiver down his spine as he grinned. 

Dating Stage

Zane didn't waste any time before he had you pinned down on the ground, kissing you. 

"Mmmm.... I didn't know you liked doing it outside... I'll keep that in mind." He said, kissing your neck. 

Scaring some neighbor kids in the process. 

[snowbellewells]

Fandom Birthday Rec List for @jrob64

Happy Birthday, dear Joni! Happy Birthday to You!!!

Okay, when I set out to make this list of my favorites of your works, I had a couple in mind right off the top of my head, and thought "This is a no-brainer! It'll be easy!" You would think I'd have known better after the massive list I created when Krystal asked for our favorite fics overall a couple years ago and I ended up making a Sweet 16 style bracket to even narrow mine down. Needless to say, I ended up with a solid dozen stories on my paper, instead of the five or six I needed, and discovered a few hidden gems from way back before I knew you that I hadn't even read!! However, my very, VERY favorite has never wavered and is still exactly the same - you'll see! ;)

Anyway, I am so glad I found your wonderful writings, have gotten to know you in person, text with you, travel with you, and become genuinely good friends. Your are a blessing in my life, and I hope this gift brings a bit of a smile to your face as I try to celebrate the joy you've shared with us all in creating further adventures for our pirate and princess. Happy Birthday!!!

**Top 6 Favorite @jrob64 Fics (in descending order)**

#6 - "One Thrill Ride Leads to Another" (my own birthday fic! ;p )

This five part (six, with the epilogue) story is pure fun and chemistry and sweetness overload. I adore it more than I can really say, and am beyond flattered that a handsome sight and chance comment of mine helped to birth the original idea. And no, it isn't even just because this one include an alive and happy Graham as supporting character and a hilariously hot secondary Red Huntsman plot line -- though it certainly doesn't hurt!! ;) My rambling can't really do this one justice, so if anyone reading this has missed it, I beg of you: Check it out for yourself! It's a perfect summer treat!

#5 - "Silly Songs With Killian" (Modern AU one shot - adorable!)

Okay, I realize that I am using a valuable spot on this list for a fluffy little one shot, but it's just that much fun and has that much heartwarming power. I dare you to get the image of Killian playing VeggieTales on the guitar for a wildly enthusiastic audience of one small boy who is madly excited by the effort out of your head! You won't be able to - it's gonna stick with you and make you smile every time it floats back in!! If you've had a bad day and need a pick me up, this is your fic right here!

#4 - "Taking on Mrs. Jones" (hilariously hot silver fox one shot)

This is another more comic/lighthearted one shot, but I just can't resist it. In fact, I re-read it in making certain of my list, and I love it all the more. This one features a slightly older, professor Killian (one of my serious weaknesses) and a married version of CS. Plus, when he gets an overly flirtatious new co-worker who makes him uncomfortable - Emma comes perfectly to the defense of her man and teaches that girl a lesson.

#3 - "Ghosted" (a WIP supernatural modern AU MC for @cssns24)

This story is still in progress, but it has very quickly jumped the list to become one of Joni's best, best offerings (in my humble opinion)! I love the unusual and intriguing plot and can't wait to see how it will turn out. The inclusion of Will and Belle as secondary characters (and a secondary love story) is wonderful👩🏻‍🍳 *chef's kiss!* And a ghostly version of Liam absolutely tugs on my heart. Definitely check this one out if you haven't yet.

#2 - "Always in my Heart" (5 Part Modern AU, so feelsy and angsty and deep)

This one moved me to tears in the process, way more than once. I loved the long lost friends reunited aspect of this story, right from the start. I loved the sense of adopted family Emma has with David and MM, and most especially Ruth. (I always loved David's mom in canon, and the chance to see a lot more of her in this fic, and to see what this version of her means to Emma was priceless, even if heart wrenching too.)

#1 - "Sowing Seeds of Trust" (and its extra chapter "Marco's Legacy")

This story was the first one of yours I discovered, Joni, and I was completely captured! It was wrapped around my heart from the very first chapter. I loved the vulnerability and need, but also strength and resilience, in this version of Emma. I loved Killian's support, understanding and love in how he reached out to her. I love the friendships with David, MM, Ruby, and of course MARCO!! (He steals the whole show here, honestly!) The faith and restoration and perfect "happy beginning" after trials in this story are original, unique, and unforgettable. It's always going to be my favorite, I think, as it lead me to your writing to begin with, and it touched me deeply.

*Honorable mentions - if anyone is curious - also not to be missed:

"Snowstorm Confessions"

"Lonely No More"

"Faultline"/"Seismic Waves" (Liam x Elsa)

"Where Her Heart Belongs"/"Her Heart's Home"

"For the Sake of Henry"

Hope you enjoy your little list - and an absolutely wonderful day!!! Very Best Birthday Wishes to You!!!

[paigenoelchas-blog]

part 5: 482 days

Part 4: Three Weeks

It has been 482 days since the attack.

482 days since I made the devastating choice to run away.

482 days since we lost Hope.

We have been healing, she and I. It has been hard for me to let go of the guilt that I bear. She tells me that I am not to blame, but I know if I had been there, things would have ended differently and I could have saved both her and the baby. That thought will be with me until my last breath, but I can not keep it at the front of my mind. I can not let this thought control me. We both need each other. Our love is all that is helping us deal with all of this.

She has sad days, ones that keep her from speaking, ones in which the tears fill her eyes and drown the spark in her eyes. I hold her close in these moments. We sit in silence grieving together and loving each other in deeper ways than we ever thought we would have to before we had the unthinkable happened.

Those dark days come more infrequently and the joy in her eyes that couldn't push through the cloud of grief shows up on a regular basis. The sad always lingers there, behind our eyes, buried in our hearts, but our world is returning to a semblance of normality, not that we will ever be the same. We have both changed in countless ways.

But life and our love goes on. We have to go to work and have vacations and laugh when we can because Hope deserves that. We have to laugh and live for all of the times that she doesn't get to. It would be a dishonor to her memory to continue every day under the shadow of grief. Her memories need wings and ways to spread.

Our pain has made us depend more on each other. It has changed our love, but not weakened it. I need MC like I need the air or water. Without her, the darkness would overtake me. She is the best thing in this world.

I visit Hope's grave often. It is a beautiful place and brings solace to my soul. MC comes sometimes. It is hard for her to see the beauty there, hard for her to imagine the cold ground cradling Hope's body the way that her body used to. She remembers her in other ways, in other places.

MC's body has healed after many months of pain and therapy. Today, she is in the garden, watering the vegetables, and picking some tomatoes and basil for dinner. I watch her from across the yard and notice a smile cross her face. It is the most beautiful sight. I will never take it for granted again.

I need to hold her and soak in this moment, so I quickly make my way across the yard and wrap my arms around her waist, holding her tightly. "What are you thinking about, Love?" I whisper in her ear.

She leans into me soaking up the sun and the moment of repose. It takes her a minute to answer. "I was just thinking about the air as it blows through my hair and the delicious smell that it brings. I was thinking about the sun, warm on my skin, and of the sound of the birds whistling their tune. I was thinking about you and how much I love you and how lucky we are, despite..."

I interrupt her, wanting to stay in that happy place and not think about the bad, "We are lucky." I respond, nuzzling her neck.

"Jake, I cannot separate my happiness from her. She made me a mom and I still cherish the time that we had together before. I think about how she would be toddling around, sucking on cherry tomatoes, and terrorizing the cat. I can almost hear her laugh. I miss her less when I carry her with me in these moments." She looks into my eyes, trying to prove that her words are true, trying to make me understand her heart.

I nod and let the silence rest between us. Holding her tight against my chest, she places her hand over my heart. Mine moves to her stomach where it habitually lay before and after the loss.

"Should we have lunch?" I ask her, leaning back from her embrace. Softly, I brush some hair off of her sweet face. She nods and takes my hand in hers. Our fingers interlace as we begin to walk inside.

"I have another reason for the smile," she adds with twinkling eyes as we continue our walk up the driveway. I whistle for our dog. Tinsel, who has been busy chasing the chickens.

"Oh yeah? I love any reason that causes you to smile." I kiss her cheek.

The dog runs up next to MC and she bends to pat his head. "Even if it may require hard manual labor?" She teases.

"Of course. I would do anything for you, my love." I stop walking and lock eyes with her. I squeeze her hand and bring it to my face placing kisses there. "What is the other reason?" I am curious now.

"Well, it seems as though we may have to dig the baby things out of the garage." I meet her eyes as I try to comprehend the truth. When I see the happiness that had for a while been so far gone fill her eyes, I gather her meaning and scoop her up in my arms, spinning her around. The spin doesn't last long because I realize that she is carrying a miracle in her belly and gently place her back down on the ground, worrying about her and the baby's safety. My hand lands on her stomach and I bend down to place a kiss there. Then, I meet her in a kiss as tears of joy fall down both of our faces.

Eventually, we regain our composure. "I hope it is a girl," I say.

"Me too. I want to tell her all about her big sister." She adds.

"We both will," I promise and pick my bride up in my arms, carrying her into the house filled with love and dreams. She plasters kisses on my face as I navigate the steps leading us onto the patio. I think about all of the things that I had dreamed of for our first daughter. I vow to fulfill all of those things with this child knowing that Hope will be with us. That she will live on that way somehow.

Hope will always be our first child, the product of our union. She will be the one who taught us a new kind of love, one that is deep and fearless and full. She will always be the one that taught us how powerful love can be and though we never got to hold her, she will always have a grip on our hearts.

As we enter the house, I hear MC laugh with abandon. It is the loveliest of all sounds. It has taken time and a lot of hard work for that joy to return to her heart. We are surviving, but it is more than that. We are moving on without leaving a thing behind.

She will never, I will never be able to forget that day, nor will I ever begin to get over the part I played in this loss, but I feel hope returning to our lives in ways that I never imagined. We will never stop missing our baby. We will never be the same as we had been, but we are learning to find ways to overcome the sorrow and ways to be joyful in the here and now.

I am going to feed MC, make her take a nap with me, and then dust off some of the dreams in my heart as I dust off the crib that rests in our garage.

I watch her across the room. She twirls in her dress, flitting about the kitchen. I pull out the chair for her and instruct her to sit. She is allowing me to dote on her. I will frustrate her in time, but I am grateful for the chance to spoil her today. I will make sure that she is healthy and safe and never left alone and defenseless. She and the baby that she carries are my utmost priority.

We eat lunch and chatter about the baby and what we need to do for its arrival. She is due in five months and that time will fly by. We have to make the most of every moment. "What color shall we paint the room this time?" MC ponders in an upbeat tone. I know why the color and the feel of the room can not be the same as it was before. We will not rob Hope of her existence, nor replace her with someone else. This baby is not a replacement, but to drop her in the room we had planned for Hope feels that way.

I ponder her question and though the color doesn't matter to me, I do want to participate in planning for this new edition to our family. Suddenly the answer strikes, "What color is a dream fulfilled?" I answer softly. "That is the color we should paint the room." I watch MC as she pauses. Her eyes focus on me. I know that she catches the full meaning of my words as a broad smile makes its journey across her face. Our future is bright and full of many good things, full of many dreams coming true.

This is something that neither of us would have expected 482 days ago when the world came crashing down around us. Grief crowded out every other feeling and action, but the heart is resilient, and though it has been misshapen in grief, ours are healing into new entities that are full of love and hope and joy. Despite the setbacks and the pain, we will have a fulfilling and happy life. We can carry Hope in our hearts and find all of the love we still share for this new child.

No matter the number of hours or minutes or days, we will dream and I will do everything in my power to make those dreams come true. We will make them come true together. I can't wait to see what the future holds, As she naps with her head on my lap, I see a look of peace on her face. It's one that I haven't seen in a while. I place my hand on her belly, close to the baby. She interlaces our fingers, leaving them there, I know that this is the second chance we have been waiting for and I will do everything in my power to fulfill this dream for MC and for Hope. I can't wait to see what lies ahead and have a reason to stop looking back at what should have been.

With her in my arms and our baby in her belly, I can only look ahead and for the first time in 482 days, dream of a bright big world filled with laughter and love. I can dream of a future absent of fear and maybe someday one without regret and guilt, one filled with minutes and months, weeks and years that we refuse to take for granted.

end

[bunni-bun]

Hi :)

Please tell me/us more about your BamBam stage experience because that sounds like a whole lot of fun! 😁

hi friend!! absolutely cuz it's still such a wild moment, all these years later 😆

back in 2017, GOT7 had a fanmeet tour, Flight Log: Turbulence and Miami was the first stop in the US. my friends and i worked really hard to make it the best stop since Miami never gets anyone, honestly.

anyway! when everyone walked in to go to their seats, we all got a raffle ticket since this was a fanmeet, not a concert, and the boys play some games throughout the fanmeet. i really didn't think anything of my ticket and just put it in my pocket and went to my seat (lol).

they had a guess the song game, which was the fan game, so the MC had all of the boys pick a ticket and read the number out. They would only read the ticket number 3 times before moving on to a different person. Bambam chose my ticket and the first time he read the number, no one did anything and i didn't have my ticket out. So he read it a second time and i took my ticket out, purely out of suspicion cuz there was no way it was me, and he read my number one last time before i registered that it was, in fact, me and i screamed bloody murder so they knew they had the right person 😆 the MC jumped and was like "oh, we found her!" since i was sitting a bit in the back.

cue everyone in my row cheering and pushing me forward to get to the stage. Bambam was on the other end of the stage so Jackson helped me up from his end and he's really sweet (also short lmao). but i was stunned when i got to Bambam and he's pretty tall since i only reach his shoulders (his jacket was gorgeous and i focused on that a lot to keep from dying lmaoooo).

once all the fans were on stage, each member did a short little introduction of their fan. when they got to Bambam and I, he did his thing by asking what's my name, how old am i, where am i from. what i didn't register at all cuz i was in shock was that at the end he asked "so do you have a boyfriend?" and i shook my head no cuz i didn't and he said "well now you do" and both the crowd and i lost it. my soul ascended straight to the pearly gates cuz he was smooth as hell for that one 😂

we didn't do great at the game since i was still very new to GOT7 and kpop in general but we had so much fun! he was super nice to me and was really reassuring cuz i was nervous and he hugged me a bunch of times and thanked me for being sweet. he was absolutely ethereal and so funny and just genuinely a silly sweetheart. he made himself my bias for life 😆💚

someone actually managed to get a video of the whole fan game, if you wanna see this moment! i straight up blacked out the minute i screamed in my seat and all of my friends afterwards were like "DUDE ARE YOU ALIVE??!?!?!" and i was like "No, my soul ascended lmao who am i?". it was fantastic and still brings me so much joy. i love GOT7.

here's the video, if you wanna see it! it's not great quality but it's still a wonderful moment💚

[klutzyroses]

Hi! I love the thought you put into your work, may I request a hc of the suitors ( preferably with Jean or Sebastian) with a mc that sings or has been in choir for years? If not, no worries! Thank you!

Thank you, I appreciate that!❤

Choir S/O

When they have an s/o who is in the choir?

Suitors: Mozart, Jean, Comte, Sebastian

Mozart

The pianist was a little surprised to find you sang. And even more surprised when he found out what a talent you had for it.

Once he heard your mesmeric voice, he never wanted to stop listening.

He is both impressed and alittle offended he is only learning this now.

Thus, it can be expected that in his spare time, he will write a few pieces with you and your beautiful voice in mind and he will never admit that his heart flutters just a bit when he hears you sing them to perfection.

It would become a common thing to see you work alongside him as he plays whilst you sings. You would make quite the pair indeed.

Jean

When Jean first heard you sing, he thought the angels above were singing.

He would actually freeze in his place as he listens, not daring to move or speak for fear of breaking this heavenly moment.

He wouldn't even bring up that he hears you at first, until he very tentatively asks you if you could sing to him one day. He was only asking because he was on edge as of late and he wanted to relive the floating sensation of your rhythmic lullaby in him.

And he wasn't disappointed. It was like being rocked back and forth in a cradle of musical notes. It puts him completely at ease to hear your soft voice fill the air in a soothing sonata.

He is quite convinced that you are an angel. You have to be, how else would you sing like that...?

Comte

The moment he heard your soothing voice, he fell in even deeper in love.

He could listen to you all day, without getting tired of being carried away by your sweet melody.

Even to hear you hum will capture his attention, his heart swelling with the comfort and serenity that only his cherie could provide him.

If you were ever interested in making a career of it, he would, without a doubt, support you 100%. No matter how ambitious you are, he will help you reach your goals.

After all, his amour deserves to shine, doesn't she?

Sebastian

He hadn't guessed you were a singer. Very impressive, Y/N.

He would secretly watch you when you sing, under the impression you are alone and he makes sure to not make his presence known until he feels ready to stop you.

You were often to be found singing all on your own, a songstress at a concert without an audience, yet still a mesmerizing sight to behold and a joy to listen to.

He would slip in a compliment about it when you're both alone, when you least expect it. If only to see your bright red cheeks, but he genuinely admires your voice and is always eager to hear you.

🌸

[writer-akihiko]

Hello! Can I ask a headcanon between dorm leaders with S/o that somehow getting hypnotized by their stalker (ex: like the sea witch hypnotize prince erik). I want to see how they gonna save her. Thank you~ Have a nice day/night!

Dorm Leaders + Hypnotised!MC

I took inspo from your sea witch and Prince Erik example, so there's the notion of a marriage proposal between you and the dorm leader

Warning: Yandere tones, Poisoning, Mentions of Torture but not explicit

One day, on the day of your awaited date, your lover stood there and wondered why you were late. He had prepared everything for this day because today, he held a box containing a singular ring, as you had described it as the way most people in your world proposed marriage.

What he didn't expect was for his lover to look at him with utter fear as he opened your room door...

Malleus Draconia

He didn't comprehend that you were hypnotised, since he was focused on the fact that you were crying at him in fear, muttering about a monster arriving

He doesn't know what to do, he gets on his knees, begging you to look at him

He's quick to get angry at your reluctance, forcing you to look up at him

It was then he noticed a difference of your eye colour. It was a shade duller than its original colour... Which he gathered were traces of hypnotism magic

His anger vanished, reserving it for the caster of the spell

It didn't take him long to dissipate the magic. He was a powerful magician after all

However, his methods rendered you tired and sleepy. He caught you, holding your much smaller body against his own as his eyes softened at your sleeping form

"Lilia, call for Vice Dorm Leader Viper," He said, cradling you against his chest. He pressed his lips on your forehead, wishing well dreams to you. "The caster is one of his students. No doubt, the caster learned from Viper to get to YN..."

"Bring him to me alive. He'll burn for his crimes."

Riddle Rosehearts

He's immediately angry at the situation, which doesn't help your fear

Trey snaps him out of his rage, but it was futile once you yelled "Stay away from me!" To Riddle. He'd be lying if his heart didn't break a little

You were in hysterics, and Riddle had no choice but to use his magic on you. Even if wasn't sealing away any magic, it would restrain you enough for him to inspect you

Riddle's magic prowess wasn't enough to identify the exact magic, but he told Trey to take notes of anyone could use controlling magic

Seeing that you weren't hostile around Ace and Deuce, you were left in their care

On the other hand... Cater and Trey found the caster. With Riddle's unique magic, it broke the spell

Riddle was more than angry at the caster, but your safety was first. He had to deal with the caster in a more... secretive way

"YN, oh YN..." He held you close, although he kept you in the hug since he didn't want you to see his tears. "You're back..."

"The person who did this to you will face punishment for breaking my rules..."

Kalim Al-Asim

He panics at first, but then he turns to Jamil, begging him to take a look at you since something was clearly wrong with you

When you called him scary and a monster, he was in denial, muttering about how you were sick, and just needed rest

He wasn't rational about it, trying to figure out why you were sick through normal medicine but it wasn't working

He was desperate, causing you to run away from him. Under your hypnotism, you ended up in the arms of your stalker

Jamil was quick to report your disappearance, and Kalim did not wait for a single second to rescue you

Kalim's connections made it easy to find a person that was able to undo the spell on you, although you had to undergo intense recovery as well

Kalim rubbed your tired hand, marvelling at the fact that you accepted his proposal. It was a desperate one, not as he imagined but happy tears fell at your sentiment. "YN... you don't have to apologise for the mean things you said. I know it's not you..."

"The culprit will be punished severely! He harmed the future bride of the Al-Asim family after all!"

Azul Ashengrotto

He knew it was the influence of magic when Jade reported the oddity to him. He knew, and yet...

It hurt. It hurt when you said those hurtful words to him. In his heart, he forgave you but he was focused on saving his future wife

Times like this, he was glad he chose to invest in those magical orbs that spied on you in secret

Floyd was a winning key. The caster was no match for him, although Floyd had to be lightly told off to not immediately kill on-site

Once the caster was brought, it was a matter of getting the teachers to remove the spell. Azul, for as much as he wanted to do it himself, wanted you to be safe. It was better to be safe than sorry

Oh, the joy he had having to punish the caster since the student was also part of the Octavinelle dorm...

You were well-rested, although you were still comforting your soon-to-be husband Azul as he still cries over your well-being. "YN... You're safe and that's all that matters..."

"That student is already suffering at the hands of the twins anyway... So don't concern yourself with him."

Idia Shroud

Initially, Idia thought you stood him up. If it weren't for Ortho, he wouldn't have searched for you

He wished he didn't, because the words you said stung. He kept his tears in though. It wasn't your fault nor the right time

He knew what was going on. He didn't have the latest technology spying on you for nothing

He had ignored those devices since he was so nervous about his proposal, but he wished he hadn't

Even though Idia wasn't the strongest magic user, he knew his way around magicians, particularly his influence around the other stronger students like Malleus

The spell was removed, and you were safe. Idia ignored any further punishments to the caster, since it was a later problem...

Idia held his breath as you got up, steadying yourself from your recovery. "YN... I'm sorry that I wasn't fast enough... Thank you for trusting me..."

"Oh? The caster? He's burning in the River Styx. Where people like him belong..."

Leona Kingscholar

He never planned this to happen! The one thing he puts effort into and it's ruined by some lowlife!

He doesn't care about the insults you say. It filters out. He's used to it. Somehow... your insults linger a little longer than the ones from others...

He doesn't deal with you. He needs to find the person who did this and he needs to find them NOW

If it means turning them to sand, so be it. He wanted you back, no. He needed you back

With Jack's sense of smell, it doesn't take long for him to command the entire beastmen gang under him to find the caster

The caster ends up in his claws, primed for him to rip him to shreds... The spell reversal was quick, and Leona held you close to him. It was tempting to slip the ring he got onto your finger...

He kept the ring next to you, as well as a photo of you both. Once you woke up, he'd say all he meant to say that night. "YN... I'm gonna have to leave your side for a while."

"There's prey I have to hunt."

Vil Schoenheit

He felt like screaming and pulling his hair out when he found you in such a state. No... No, he, as a queen, must keep his composure

He turned away before any of those hurtful words reached his ears. He couldn't bear it if he heard such things from you

He called for Rook immediately, trusting his abilities to trace back your doings before the spell took place

Vil, on the other hand, took up his magic pen to conjure up a poison much more lethal than the one he submitted to become the dorm leader...

Epel, he had to admit, had the intimidation that caused the caster to reverse his spell. Vil spent time pampering you, even when you were recovering... It was as if he was your Prince curing you from the evil curse of the apple...

He brushed away your hair, pouring you a new cup of tea. You were quite weary after the whole ordeal, but you couldn't stop looking at the twinkling ring on your finger. "I'm glad it suits your taste, my sweet potato..."

"If I'm not mistaken, that rotten stalker should be rotting... on the outside too, with that new poison I made..."

[isngh8n]

you're my best pair — sunghoon.

pairings : idol mc!sunghoon x non-idol gf!reader

genre : smut, suggestive

warnings : grinding, dry humping, minors strictly dni

word count : 1.0k

a/n : hi, i'm back i guess ? something came up that affected me deeply and i'm so sorry for disappearing all of a sudden :( btw, i decided to write this to celebrate one month ever since sunghoon's mc debut !! anyways, as usual, this is not proofread, if you see typographical and grammatical errors, don't mind them.

sunghoon was chosen as the new mc for music bank and you are very much happy about it. he always hoped for a big opportunity like this, especially after experiencing being special mcs for music shows during their promotions, he wanted to feel the excitement it brings.

"i want to experience being a full-time mc, so i could improve more and grow with the environment of this industry," what he said is still clear in your mind as well as his bright, genuine smile. so when he got the announcement, you both celebrated and wished him the best.

it was all laughs and smiles, not until the day came. you were too focused to sunghoon, cheering him during his preparations for their comeback and him being an mc, to notice that he's actually paired with another girl idol for a year. with this said, you couldn't help it but be insecure, praning and jealous. because who wouldn't get jealous and insecure over jang wonyoung?

the responses about the pair, some were even shipping them, didn't help what you're feeling at all. 'what if he finds her pretty and cute', 'what if he gets attached and might actually like her', 'i'm no match to her' kind of thoughts kept running in your mind.

right when music bank has started with the show introducing both of them, you seem to forget your doubts for a moment as sunghoon appeared in the tv, you silently complimented him and clapped out of joy. but that happiness came off when a certain part of their performance comes in, both of them looking and facing each other.

"they look great together, music bank is on a huge advantage here."

"right? what a pretty pair." the staffs behind her mumbled, and that's when reality hit you again.

doubts and jealousy came rushing in your veins. you were happy, really, but you just don't have any energy to show a smile on your face while watching after hearing those comments.

an hour later, the show already finished and sunghoon came in the dressing room where you are waiting. your eyes met and he looked relieved when he saw you, you gave him a subtle smile and went inside the small room for resting and sat on the couch, waiting for him to finish the small talks and short pictorials.

after a few minutes, sunghoon came in. his tired expression saying it all, sitting right beside you, expecting you to talk, but he only received silence.

"y/n, is there a problem?" he worriedly asked.

"no, hoon, nothing. you did amazing, i swear! it's just that everyone is saying you both look great together and i guess my insecurities got into me." you smiled tightly.

sunghoon looked at you, his eyes spoke for him before he got to actually let those words out. "look, love, all of this is just a job to me, okay? i will never look at anyone the way i look at you. and who the fuck are those people to talk like that? i am the best when i'm with you, you understand?" your heart swelled at the sincerity, your thoughts were immediately wiped off as you nodded and gave him a hug.

"you feel better now?" he asked.

"mhmm, thank you, hoonie." sunghoon pulled you closer, making you sit on his lap. your legs on his sides, he stares at you with full of admiration. "i love you, y/n."

you chuckled at his sudden sweet lines but you know this is how he reassures you and you're grateful for that, "i love you too, hoon." he smiled and leaned in, his soft, plump lips connecting with yours.

sunghoon kissed you passionately, pulling you as close as possible. your arms found its way around his neck as you fix your position on his lap without breaking the kiss until sunghoon let out a moan. you pulled away with confused eyes, "did i hurt you?"

he shaked his head. "no, babe, uhm… it's just…" before he could finish, you feel something hard poking your inner thigh and that's when you realized why.

you looked at him, the temperature in the small private room suddenly got hot. you wasted no time and kisses him fervently, intentionally grinding hard on him, making him moan into your mouth as you enter your tongue, exploring the parts untouched before.

his hands gripped your hips, trying to make you move on top of him which you did, each other releasing lewd sounds as you suck on his tongue, tasting a bit of mint and strawberries. the growing wet patch on your panties clings uncomfortable to your folds as you continously grind over his clothed erection.

soon later, you moved down to his neck, tracing his sharp jaw line with wet, open-mouthed kisses until you reached his long, pretty defined neck, leaving a few bites under and near his adam's apple. you continued to grind against him, the tip of his cock teasing your clothed core making you leave small whimpers near his ear.

however, sunghoon doesn't feel contented, he grips your waist as he starts humping against you, the thin fabric of his pants making it easier for you to feel him. your arms around him held him tighter as your head falls to his shoulder, moaning for the immense amount of pleasure you're feeling right now. sunghoon humps you fast enough to get you a growing knot in your stomach, despite the clothing barrier.

"h-hoon… i'm c-close, fuck!" you warned him.

"me too," he grunts.

with that said, sunghoon lifted your hips up a bit as he slid down the couch enough to change your positions. he wraps his arms around your waist as his hips continuously rut against yours, thrusting hard enough, making you both cum on your clothes. you decided to grind on him, riding both of your high. you collapsed in his arms, both of you trying to catch your breaths.

"we made a mess," you both chuckled as you feel uncomfortable with your panties clinging on your folds, and sunghoon having a visible wet stain on his pants.

"i love you so much, y/n, i hope you always know that you're my best pair." he pecked your lips before standing up to get something for the both of you to be cleaned.

m.list

[violettduchess]

Dear Anon-

I accidentally deleted your ask but luckily I DID take a screenshot. I haven't really thought about taking requests because I know with real life, it would take me some time to get to it but your caring for your friend and asking for something to help her feel better was really sweet. So I did it!

I hope you both like it!

Keywords: first kiss

Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian / MC

Word Count: 1236

Its hard to categorize this. I'd say it veers towards spicy angst.

The night is angry. The sky flares with white hot lightning, raging against the light of the moon, now imprisoned by black clouds. Thunder booms, rattling the earth, and the wind whips through the trees, strangling thinner branches and ripping leaves off by the stems, scattering them like drops of blood.

But you aren’t afraid. Storms have always meant an appreciation of being safe and warm indoors, of curling up with a book and candlelight and allowing the sounds and words to carry you somewhere far away, to travel out of the moment on the winds and be somewhere else.

A glance at the clock tells you the rest of the palace should be asleep. It’s close to two in the morning, an hour folded deep within night’s arms. You slide out of bed, forgoing slippers or shoes for the sake of quiet. Yes, the storm is raging but who knows if it would be enough to cover the sound of footsteps, however cautious you may be.

There is no question where you are headed. The carpet is soft underfoot, the corridors dark but you know the way. You could do it blindfolded. Shadows accompany you as you make your way to the library.

The heavy wooden door opens silently. You step in and feel the way peace sinks into you, relaxing your shoulders and the tension in your neck. You are where you belong, surrounded by the things that bring you joy. You are safe.

The book from earlier that day is right where you left it. You know Chevalier hasn’t been here or he would have put it back. Or chastised you. Likely both. You pick it up and along with the silver chamberstick, head for the cushioned velvet window seat. You curl up, leaning against the sliver of wall, only glass and lattice between you and the wild winds, the howling and snarling storm.

You reach up, pressing your hand against the cold glass. Your book lays forgotten in your lap. You haven’t even lit the chamberstick. Your eyes close, your hand pressing harder. The storm feels like it’s calling to you. Promising you something. Digging into the trenches of your heart, trying to unearth hidden secrets. Speaking to your very soul. 

So enrapt are you, that you don’t notice the library door open or the man who steps inside, closing it behind his back in one fluid movement. You don’t notice the way he pauses when he sees you or the way he then remains perfectly still, observing before making his way purposefully over, his footfall breaking your reverie.

As if in slow motion you turn your head away from the window and are met with the sight of Prince Gilbert von Obsidian standing right in front of the window seat. Gone is the heavy black cloak, the opulent cane. He is however still swathed in black, as if the shadows themselves have wrapped themselves around him, lovingly.

Startled, you jump up from the window seat, a reflex. You don’t want him towering over you like that. But standing does nothing but bring you even closer to him, close enough to see how dark his eye looks in the night-soaked library, dark as Shiraz wine. 

You’ve never been this close to him before. Your gaze has always been drawn to him, no matter whether in a ballroom or a dining hall but you’ve avoided being close to him. A few polite exchanges is all….

Exchanges, if you’re honest, that have replayed themselves over and over in your mind, in the dark, in your dreams. 

He tilts his head, skin pale as cream, hair dark as smoke. 

“What a late hour for you to be up and hopping about.” His voice is silk ribbons and velvet and a blade’s edge. You could wrap it around your wrists and throat, drape yourself in it, hurt yourself with it.

You refuse to move, squaring your shoulders. His eye drops to the bare skin of your neck, your arms. Outside the wind howls.

“The same could be said of you.” No titles, no formality. The hour, the storm, the intimacy of the dark have stripped them away, burned you down to your essence, bare to him.

He breathes in and his eye closes for a moment. When he opens it again, he looks intrigued.

“Most everyone here in Rhodolite stinks of roses. But not you. You’re….different.” His gaze runs over your face, almost palpable. You feel the way he takes in the lines of your jaw, the curve of your lips, the way your lashes frame your eyes. In front of him you feel diaphanous, every thin layer of yourself easily discernible to that eye.

A loud crack of thunder shakes the palace.

You jump and his hands come up instinctively, fingers curling around your upper arm. His touch is cool.

His lips lift in an amused smile. “Afraid of the storm, Häschen?”

You turn your head to look at the window again, at the rain lashing against it, the dark, distant shapes bending to its will. Your heart thunders in time as you turn back to face him.

“Afraid of it?” You shake your head, loose hair brushing against your cheek, his hands. “I’m not afraid of it, Gilbert. I savor it.”

That word hangs from your lips, ripples through the space between you. He draws in a short breath, as if stung. His grip on your arms tightens…and then his mouth is on yours. Hungry. As if he wants to taste what you just said, swallow it for himself. You find your fingers curling into the soft black of his clothing, unafraid of the tornado of want that his kiss unleashes inside you, smashing through all your doubt and concern and questions. You meet his hunger with your own, body pressing up against his, unable to stop yourself. Irresistible. Lightening and copper.

Only another crash of thunder, wild enough to rattle glass, is enough to shatter the unexpected haze of want. You both break contact at the same time. There is no satisfied smirk on his kiss-bruised lips. No knowing arch of brow. There is only surprise and hunger and need. Your arms ache with the desire to reach out and pull him back, to taste him again. You aren’t aware of how hard you’re breathing, your lungs struggling to find room for the oxygen it needs and the fire inside you burning it all away.

Gilbert von Obsidian lifts his hand, then lowers it, his fingers curling into a tight fist. He is the first to compose himself, ever a master of control, except for just now, with you. Inside he’s as rattled as the window panes.

It’s too dangerous. All of it. Your secret role as Belle, your duty to Rhodolite. You can’t do this. You can’t. You can’t.

This jumpstarts your sense of place and time and purpose. Your muttered apology is lost to the sound of rain as you rush past him, ignoring the brush of his hand on your waist, the call of your name. You run, through the dark, until you are back in the safety of your room.

Panting, you lean your back against the door.

Outside the storm wails, ever onward.

Inside, your heart is its own tempest, howling in frustration and fear and fervor.

What have you done?

[moemoemammon]

(Two things, 1. This is my first time requesting so I'm sorry if this is not the thing to do it, and 2. Sorry if somethings is misspelled or grammatically incorrect, eng is not my first language:p)

May I request some of the bros, specially Mammon, Luci and Satan, with a MC who's similar to Lucifer in some aspects (like, some of their manners are the same as his and sometimes they're little bit too strict) and after a while they discover that its bc MC is also an older sibling. And (only if you want) meeting their younger sibling, please 🙏

Btw love your works ♡♡♡

Lucifer Number 2~

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

It doesn't occur to Lucifer how similar the two of you are, but the first thing he realizes is how pleasant conversations with you can be. You both share common interests, your tastes suit his own, and you seem to be the only competent person in this house.

You're the responsible type, and he likes it. He'll sometimes find you scolding his brothers for their behavior too, and as amusing of a sight as that may be, he doesn't want you to be burdened with their idiocy.

AND you're the eldest sibling in your household? Cheers to that. You too know the weight of being the responsible oldest, and the role one must take to ensure their siblings grow up well. You too know that you'd rather your siblings have things easier than you did.

But there's one thing he finds annoying... You can NEVER speak your feelings, and act as if it’d kill you to do so. He can respect secrecy when it's appropriate, but Lucifer would like to know what's on your mind. Not only that, but you can be HORRIBLY headstrong. There's nothing that can stray you away from what you've already decided.

"MC, I request that you take a few days off from school to do as you please. I've already spoken with Diavolo and your professors, and you've been given an excuse. I know you'll study anyway, so I've dropped off your assignments in your room. But... you should rest. It isn't good for you to be pushing yourself so hard. Hm? You're calling me a hypocrite?"

Mammon

As if one Lucifer wasn't enough. Now there's TWO of em?! Why's his luck gotta be so lousy!

Definitely the first to realize how much like Lucifer you are, and was SHOOK. Seriously, what gives?! What horrors exist in the human world that could've made you like THAT..?

Ever since you showed up, it's been impossible to get away with anything! He can't sneak out of the house because you're always there somehow, you tattle on him when you catch him leaving anyone's room, and you won't even let him copy your homework! What gives?!

Avoids you like the plague. You're no fun! There's only rare moments when you're kinda okay, and he likes those the best. The times when you're kinda sensitive and you'll drop the high and mighty act. But then you're back to being a pest!

"For the billionth time, I ain't got time to study! There's money to be made, and a guy like me ain't gonna waste a second lookin' at a dumb book when I could be- H-Huh?! You're gonna call Lucifer?! N-now, there's no need to be so hasty, right? Oi!! I'm sorry, damn it-!"

Levi

What's the deal with Lucifer number two? As comedic of a trope as that may be, Levi doesn't really care for having two nagging types in the house. Especially a human...

When you're in his room, all you do is nitpick about how he should tidy up and open a window! Don't you know that an otaku's room is his pride and joy?! It's a sacred space not to be trampled on by the opinions of a normie!!!

But still... he has to admit that even if you don't get all the stuff he's talking about, you at least try to understand it. And there are even some of his interests that you're genuinely invested in!

You might be a pain in the neck and harass him about annoying things, but he guesses he can deal with it if you'll actually sit through a TSL marathon with him...

"I-I'll lend you this manga, so make sure you read it! And when you're finished with that, I'll lend you the spin-off series by the author's brother! I know you'll like it, since you're interested in gritty stuff. Oh, and- Huh? My laundry? Y-yeah.... I'll do that.."

Satan

You are... surprisingly good company. Satan enjoys talking to you over afternoon tea, and the two of you share stories between one another.

But still, he can't shake the feeling that there's something... unpleasantly familiar about your personality. It isn't until you say something that sounds suspiciously similar to what Lucifer would say that he realizes who you remind him of. And oh, he hates it.

Tries playing pranks on you, but somehow they never go to plan. How that is is beyond him, but you never fall for anything! No matter how sweet his smile, you're always rightfully suspicious. You're annoyingly meticulous about checking your surroundings, and you're so aware of yourself that it's troublesome! Be more gullible!!

The king of petty has decided that its now his life goal to make you fall for at least one of his pranks. He doesn't care how elaborate he has to make it, or how unrewarding the payoff may be. He'll make you pay for seeing his brother in two places at once.

"MC, would you like to join me this afternoon for a book reading? Though, I'd love it if you could read this book in particular. I think you'll find it very-.... Hm? 'Isn't this the cursed book that makes you grow hair all over your body', you ask? Ahaha.... tch."

Asmo

Come now, there can't be TWO killjoys in the house! That's way too depressing!! It was funny at first to see that there's someone who can match the scary Lucifer's energy, but now it's becoming a nuisance!

You won't even go to the countless parties he's invited you to! Hell, you barely even give yourself room to mess around a little? Isn't it boring being so tightly wound? You're in luck, because the adorable Asmo-chan knows the PERFECT way to let loose~

You'll RARELY let him close to you, and that's usually when you're tired of him harassing you. Then he gets the honor of playing with your hair while you've got no energy to fight back! He'll style it wonderfully for you!

Also nags you to take better care of yourself. You're not a demon, so you have to care for your health! These late night study sessions are giving you bags under your eyes! And stop taking on so many extracurricular activities!

"Geez, MC! I didn't think you'd die from overworking, but that's the path you're headed on! You really are like Lucifer, you know? That being said, I'll do my best to make sure you relax! Shall we begin~?"

Beel

Beel may not be too bothered by Lucifer's strictness, but that doesn't mean he's immune to it. To think that even a human can be like that...

It's nice to see that you can take care of yourself, but aren't you working too hard? Your grades are good and you've got many interesting talents, but you also have to properly rest.

Has started bringing you snacks on the regular. And don't even think about skipping meals, because he won't allow it. He'll literally pick you up and bring you to the table if he has to. And if you're staying up late to study? He'll carry you to bed. Don't try to protest.

Beel is your babysitter now and there's nothing you can do about it. It's good to be responsible, but don't think about trying to take care of everyone else if you can't care for yourself. Now eat these twelve meat buns he bought for you.

"MC, let's eat lunch together. I know you were going to skip because I heard you talking to Solomon earlier, and I won't let you. Ah, don't worry about not having money, because I've already bought you some lunch. Let's eat in the courtyard."

Belphie

NO.... IT CAN'T BE... THIS HAS TO BE A NIGHTMARE....HE WANTS TO WAKE UP....

You're such a drag. You harass him to attend student council meetings, but him about his studies, and won't let him avoid a single obligation he has. What are you, his mother?

Has 100% joined forces with Satan to try to make you fall for many, many unsuccessful pranks. Are you curse proof or something? When he tried a '10 hour bed-head' spell on you, it just rebounded right to him! Then he found out that you'd borrowed a spell repelling amulet from Solomon and realized just how prepared you are...

When you aren't bothering his entire soul by trying to make him do things, you're actually nice to talk to. You're knowledgeable, you pay attention to the people around you, and you can always read a room. He likes to ask you for advice sometimes.

"Aren't you tired of being like that all the time? So... attentive, I mean. You should just take a nap some time. Or better yet, take the week off. Maybe I'll teach you how to properly relax? Then you might finally be able to take that stick out of your- ow... What're you hitting me for?"

[jade-parcels]

What if mc went into labour?? O_O

Panik! /(O_O)\

Going into labor

With Xiao, Diluc, Baizhu and Childe

(Same guys as this post)

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Xiao:

He’s freaking out more than you are

He’s been around a long time but he hasn’t exactly…watched a birth. Or been by someone’s side for a birth. It sounds horrific, it’s bloody, theres a lot of gore and crying…It’s easy to say it’s not exactly his scene

Xiao loves you and his unborn baby so much!! But he has dreaded the birth since day one. He’s scared for you, he doesn’t like seeing you with a papercut!! Now you’re going to push out a baby??

Xiao knows he can’t deliver this baby so he took you into Liyue Harbor a month before you were due just to be safe! There’s doctors there!!

He wears a calm, collected mask as you hold his hand for support but he’s sweating…sweat is literally trickling down his face as he murmurs encouragements to you, trying to avoid making eye contact with the doctor because that’s just another level of stress on his shoulders

Every time you flinch, cry out or sob, he’s there. Xiao will even get in the bed with you if you want him to, you have him wrapped around your finger “You are so brave…I am…I am so proud of you” he tells you, trembling right beside you “Just a few more pushes, okay? You’ve got this” he counts with you, breathes with you, holds you, he’s there to support YOU and be whatever you need him to be!

Once the baby is presented to you, he steps away, not wanting to hold the baby right away. He’s still shaking and his arms feel like noodles, his heart is absolutely pounding…But he feels relieved. You’re safe and the baby is healthy. He’ll kneel beside you and the baby to say a prayer of thanks to Rex Lapis for keeping his family safe :’)

Diluc:

You’re about to have the most lavish birth a person could have

Midwives, maids, candles, warm or cool cloths for your face, imported extra strength painkillers, the whole nine yards

Diluc is not messing around, he wants this to be a smooth, painless (well, as painless as it can be) experience for you. He has interviewed your midwives and staff personally and background checked every one of them

He has planned it all out with you but when the time comes, he freezes up and panics. Never in a million years would he have predicted this! He’s always been so collected in stressful situations but how can one be calm right now??

Labor takes hours and the entire time he’s stressing. The midwife will probably have to step in and send him away for go get some air cause oh my gosh, he’s stressing everyone out with his nervous Nelly behavior!!!

When he comes back and it’s time to push, he’ll help you into whatever position you want. Standing, sitting, laying down you name it, he’s there to help you in any way he can

And once the baby is in your arms…He’s a a sniffling mess! You’ve never seen him cry this way, sniffling and hiccuping with a huge grin on his face “I-I just can’t believe it” he’ll choke out “I love you so much- thank you- thank you for everything”

He’ll be shaking from leftover stress all night, constantly checking in on you and the baby. Diluc may be a bit overbearing but cut him some slack…he’s a new dad with loss/abandonment issues 0-0

Baizhu:

He is READY!!!!

You two have has a written birth plan for months now so he follows it exactly. He assists you to your shared bedroom, gets you changed out of your clothes and into a baggy nightgown for comfort. He makes you lay down so he can get all of the equipment he needs

He’ll send Qiqi away, telling her to go to Gui’s house to get him just in case he needs an extra set of hands amidst the general chaos of birth

You still have hours to go before the baby is actually born but time flies when you have someone so kind and attentive by your side. His presence is calming and he uses his vision to grant some healing to you which in this case is just pain relief

Baizhu alternates between laying with you and getting you up to walk around to get labor started

Gui will arrive and hours later, hours of sweating, pushing, crying, promises of “you’re almost there honey, just a few more minutes”…Now your baby is here

Baizhu is quick to cut the cord and wash off your bundle of joy, bringing them over to set on your chest

Now that he’s no longer in doctor mode…he’s quite speechless :’) he’s just overcome with joy. He basks in this moment and thanks the archons that he was able to be here for this :’)

Childe:

Ajax took time away from work to be present for your birth!! He took you to his family home! You’ll be supported by his loving mother and older sisters. They’ll all be present to make sure everything goes smoothly

Ajax is overjoyed! He’s so excited to meet his baby :’) he is right there to hype you up! Whenever you feel scared or nervous, he’s right there with his optimism and sweet encouragement “Sweetheart, you’ve fought a ruin hunter with a dull blade and a bucket! This will be easy as pie, I promise you”

He’ll make you do squats and walk up and down the hallway so gravity will pull the baby down so you won’t have to push as much or as hard

Ajax isnt even nervous himself. Sure, in the back of his mind he knows there’s plenty of risks but he just doesn’t believe anything bad will happen. You’re so strong, he has his family here to help, he’s here to support you the entire way!!! He’s ready to meet his baby!!

Your birth is a noisy one, youve got like 5 people in the room with you telling you to push, relax, ‘it’ll be okay’, breathe!! Ajax is right there to hold your hand and brush your hair off your sweaty face

When he sees the baby for the first time he dissolves into a sobbing mess lmao it is not pretty. He wraps his arms around you as you hold the baby, crying into your shoulder, thanking you for being so strong, so beautiful

He’s said it one hundred times but he tells you again that he’d do anything to protect his family. He’s so grateful to you for bringing your baby into the world :’)

[actualbird]

Hello!! I'd just like to say I love your blog, thank you for existing, it has brought me so much joy you have no idea!! 💕 Your comedy posts about the NXX team are some of my favourite things to exist on the internet, just aaaahhhh I love seeing them just exisiting and being cracky idiots together!! The best kind of shenanigans are team shenanigans <3 Thank you for bringing so much laughter into my life!!

Whille on the topic of team shenanigans though, I've always wondered where the NXX team members would fall on the scale between "i have a 10 step skincare routine that I follow religiously" to "facial soap?? Why do I need special soap for my face??"

I initally pegged Luke as type number 2, but Luke has spent a good chunk of his life living with MC, and she seems like the type that would insist on him actually using proper products because omg Luke that soap is meant for your body it's not the same you can't use that for everything!! So now he just keeps using the routine she recommended when they were younger because it just lowkey reminds him of her 🥺 I'm curious where the rest of the NXX boys would fall on this scale though!! You totally don't have to respond to this, I just thought it was an interesting idea! Bye for now!! 💕

awww, this ask is so sweet! thank you for your kind words, anon, im happy to make other people in this fandom happy :DDD now onto your ask bc THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER.

i dont take care of my skin at all but in the past ive chatted with a bunch of medical doctors/dermatologists (n if u take anything from this post, let it be this: all u need is wash face w/ water and sunscreen everyday even if ur indoors. thats it) so like. IT IS TIME FOR ME TO RAMBLE FOR A KILOMETRIC AMOUNT OF WORDS ABOUT SKINS OF THEMIS!!!!

nxx boys' skin......care routines

wc: 1.6k words about skin

vyn richter: supple and enraging, his skin is great and im suing him for it

vyn is fancy, vyn is prissy, vyn knows how to make MACARONS, so like obviously his skincare routine is high end as all fuckin hells. but like?? he doesnt even NEED IT TO BE!!! because his skin is naturally amazing

see, i may not know about vyn's diet (i assume it's delicious and balanced) or vyn's general physical health (he seems like a general physician's dream come true) but i do know one thing vyn richter gets a lot of: SLEEP.

sleep is like the best thing u can do for ur skin, passively. lets ur skin repair damage and thus reduces wrinkles or age spots. as marius loves to remind us every single second, vyn wakes up at 9am. prev canon content tells us that vyn sleeps at around 11pm, giving vyn's skin (skin richter...) 10 wholeass hours to take care of itself. recommended sleep hours for a person of his age is 7-9 hours. vyn adds on another hour. for the INDULGENCE OF IT ALL.

but yes, his skincare routine is the following in this order: gentle facial cleanser, toner, moisturizing lotion, sunscreen. pretty simple tbh, still on the scale of "chill" skincare routine but definitely near the line of "10 steps i will follow to my grave." important to note tho that all the products he uses are stupid fancy.

i think maybe sometimes, like after a busy or stressful day, he'll do a face mask. still fancy, but he doesnt rlly go after the ones that do too much, he likes the aromatic ones. fragrant face mask on, his antique gramophone crooning Rainy Days and Mondays by The Carpenters, and vyn is living the life.

luke pearce: skin thankfully was saved by mc, but before that it was TERRIBLE

i ONE HUNDO PERCENT agree with ur headcanon!!! it's SO SWEET HHHHH. i can imagine that once mc's skincare routine is drilled into his mind and heart (and she rlly made sure he remembered it!!! it's quite basic, not truly bare minimum, but on the chill scale of daily skincare: a gentle facial cleanser, moisturizer, and sunscreen. "that's it!!! that's all, luke!!! LUKE, STOP DODGING ME, IM JUST PUTTING ON THE DAMN SUNSCREEN!!!" these two together in the bathroom during their teen years was frigging world war 3) he really sticks to it!! and he uses the exact same products mc had used before EXACTLY for the emo reason u brought up.

luke pearce during his 8 year disappearance be like: shes watching over my......skin.....

aaron: when you say it like that, it's INCREDIBLY CREEPY

luke: SHUT UP, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!!!

and thats luke's skincare routine for basically the rest of his life. so since thats all been set up, i do wanna talk about Before The Salvation Of Luke's Skin---

---because LMAOOOO YEAAAA. bros, he was using not just normal body soap for his face. that was him on a good day. canon suggests that luke was a messy person, in his childhood. his room a mess yet he finds what he needs. that kind of philosophy is something i see bleeding into a lot of what he does. aka hes like "i mean my face doesnt get dirty, and it's still doing what a face is sposed to do, so i just wash it with just water in the shower."

mc, horrified: not even. soap?

luke: why would i need soap?

mc: "WHY WOULD YOU NEED SOAP"??????????

(im projecting on luke here lol. listen, just water is fine. ur not gonna win any awards with it but it's fine. and like, luke pearce sure as hell doesnt need more to help for him look GODDAMN BEAUTIFUL!!!!)

marius von hagen: skin so good it's infuriating, we have to steal it, IT'S TOO GOOD FOR HIM

now this is a mf knows skincare stuff from front to back. PAX has cosmetics branches but thats not why he knows imo, he knows because hes a fruity guy. and a vain one, sometimes. the point here is that he's KNOWLEDGEABLE. you cant scam this dude with subpar or overhyped skincare products. snail cream face mask? yeah ofc he knows about that [marius_von_scoffing.mp3] but youre saying this snail cream mask is the be-all-end-all of skincare? oh he KNOWSSSS UR WRONG, BUDDY!!!!!

that being said, since hes quite knowledgable he also knows skin differs from person to person. he did his research to figure out his skin type and what routine fits it best and makes him look sexy pretty hottest.

marius' skincare routine changes sometimes (theres one he does daily and one he does every 2 or 3 weeks, gotta exfoliate, duhhhh)

but his daily one is the following (after a shower): micellar water, toner, moisturizing lotion, sunscreen.

honestly, marius' biggest trouble is eyebags. he sleeps much too little and i am always gonna be stressed about that. hes stressed about it too bc he cant LOOK like hes having a hard time bc thatd mean ppl would be sincerely worried about him and marius is allergic to positive sincerity. hes got some products to protect against noticeable eyebags but hes not above using some concealer if it's a Bad Fuckin Week

additionally, marius often wears makeup for fun (gender feels) or for profit (business gatherings where theres a bunch of bright lights) so he always makes sure to prep his face for makeup and clean it all off after. regular makeup without the correct protection and aftercare is a death sentence for ur skin...

artem wing: it aint much but it's honest (skin) work (but forreal, artie, do a face mask sometime...)

artem is a guy who strikes me as a "does what has to be done" type of person with an added dash of "me? indulging? is that not what will send me to hell?" artem's idea of indulging is buying high quality whetstone to sharpen his kitchen knives with. he orders it online in advanced for his birthday and is pleased when the deliveryperson drops off the LITERAL BLOCK at artem's apartment. brick brick brick, it's fun! (whatever floats ur boat, artem)

anyway, he doesnt do anything about skincare until hes 20 years old or something in law school and good ol' mentor neil hume is like "artem, if you keep frowning and furrowing your brows like that, you're going to get wrinkles at 25" and artem is like "i dont care about...wrinkles" and neil is like jsdbfsdjkgjsd of course. but the conversation Does make artem curious enough to research about wrinkles, then about face skin, then about skincare and then hes like. IM DOING FACE SKIN THINGS ALL WRONG (I.E. I HAVE NOT BEEN DOING ANYTHING)

after that, artem does the following daily skincare routine: gentle facial cleanser particularly for dry skin (artem realizes his skin is dry, and that uh. HES DRY IN GENERAL. like have u seen how much coffee this dude drinks??? drink some water, sir??? hes toeing the line of dehydration, i know it, and his body is having trouble creating most liquids. dry skin. dry skin for artem wing), soft cream, sunscreen.

he does not enjoy...Strong Fragrances. or Intense Face Sensations. or just anything that feels like his face is going through something chemical, in the bad way. gentle products all the way, artem wing must be placed in a swaddles of softness ONLY...

bonus: nxx investigation team skincare bonding

marius and luke are the ones most open and game and HAPPY to have chill face mask friday night funtime with mc. granted, luke is gonna be like "THIS FEELS WEIRD AND COLD AND SLIMY" once mc slaps the mask onto his face. but he gets used to it pretty quickly. esp after marius teases him like "super spy can handle everything but aloe vera, huh?" and then after that marius has to dodge luke's tackle attack. friday night funtime with the boyz!!!

vyn and artem are invited to friday night funtime but theyre both hesitant. vyn because hes like "i dont look handsome when theres a face mask on my face" and artem because hes like "what if i get a bad grade at having fun on a friday night with friends. this is something both normal to fear and possible to achieve"

but i think mc has some great puppy eyes (she grew up with luke, of course she'd have great puppy eyes, im sure he TAUGHT HER) and so vyn and artem eventually get over themselves bc theyre both whipped as hell

once that happens, it's a lovely bonding disaster. marius is trying to ramble BETTER about the science of skincare vs. luke who did research because goddamnit, he's not going to let marius win so easily. artem prepared a relaxing spotify playlist and vyn takes potshots at him when a spotify ad plays and hes like "dont have premium? shame." and artem holds back on pelting the phone at vyn's clear skinned face. mc is just happy all her friends are here being dumb and having fun

all in all the nxx skinvestigation team is doing GREAT in terms of face skin. im sure random stellis citizens look at them walking around like "...he doesnt deserve his skin...i....deserve his skin..."

[theintrovertbean]

Can you pretty please do one where the mc became The Devil and the only reason they became the Devil was to protect Nadia but now Mc is kinda obsessed with Nadia and would always watch over her without her noticing and Mc decided to visit Nadia one night totally taking her by surprise. (Sometimes My imagination gets out of control it's okay if you don't wanna do it.

Anon, this is a wonderful idea. Thank you for this! I loved writing it, and I hope you will enjoy reading it.

Words: 589

The Devil Never Sleeps

A clawed, trembling hand reached out in the darkness, brushing a piece of purple hair from the Countess' face. Their Countess. Ohh, what have they become? The Devil, the embodied evil and all for her. She has a purpose, a goal, a destiny to fulfill, and a city to protect. 

From evil like them. 

The Devil bit their lip and held their breath while watching the sleeping Countess. She looked so beautiful like this, just like every other night. The devilish creature gazed at her from the side of the bed, standing there each night until the sun appeared on the horizon. 

Since their transformation, they stood in the darkness, observing the Countess from the shadows. They watched her every step and interaction she made during the day, but neither Nadia nor anyone else could see them; they remained invisible to the human eyes. If they came out of their hiding, the mortals would scream in terror, but not the Countess. Not Nadia.

She saw them when they transformed and turned into something truly monstrous, so devilishly beautiful. They did it for her; that was what they claimed. And now the Countess was safe, protected under the Devil's gaze. 

Nadia held onto a pillow, pressing it tightly against her body as she slept. The Devil couldn't help but wonder: was she thinking about them while taking the pillow into her arms? It has been so long since they touched, since Nadia held them in her arms, kissed them, and loved them. The Devil so desperately missed the joys of being a mortal. They ached for their Nadia and were dying to touch her again.

They can surely allow this much, a slight touch, a gesture of their affection. Then they laid down next to her, their hand resting on the Countess' face, sharp claws affectionately scratching her skin. Not enough to hurt or leave any marks, but enough to wake her up.

The Countess' eyes slowly opened, and the terrifying sight of horns and a wicked, devilish smile welcomed her. She almost screamed, her body instinctively jerking away, but the Devil grabbed her arm and silenced her with a finger against her lips. 

"Shh...it's just me," They whispered in a voice that was almost demonic, slowly bringing their finger away from Nadia's lips.

She looked into their eyes and saw a familiar gleam, a flash of memories, and a promise of loving each other until the end of times. "MC?" The Countess asked, the pain of losing her lover still haunting her. 

But MC was there. They were always there. "Yes, my love. It is me, your MC." They smiled at her in a way that seemed obsessive and desperate. "Do you still love me, Nadi? Tell me, am I still yours? Because I love you. Oh, I love you so much." 

This creature was not like her MC. The way they stared at Nadia and their body trembled at the mere sight of her was both sweet and frightening. Their voice was deeper and raspier, and their touch did not feel the same. Their eyes turned darker, and their smile, oh, so addictingly evil.  

And yet, they filled her soul with a strange warmth. That night, there was love and hope in her heart. Her MC was still there, deep in the body of the Devil, and their love for her never ceased to exist; it only grew. And if Nadia ever loved MC, why wouldn't she now? 

"Yes, MC. I love you. I will love you forever." 

[leoneliterary]

Crushing Stage: ROs reactions to seeing a hickey on the MC’s neck?

Ah the sweet smell of jealousy and pining in the morning. I'll admit, not familiar with the mechanics of a hickey, but fortunately other IF writers have answered this ask, so I have something to go on! Here you go!

Merikh:

You're in his study as he attempts to go over some information with you. And he would be able to do it if it wasn't for that thing on your neck.

Is that a love bite? Are you seeing someone?

"Merikh? Merikh you just stopped talking in the middle of your sentence."

You call out to him and he blinks a couple of times before scowling at you. "Oh pardon me, is this taking up your precious time?"

You give him a confused look and he knows it's irrational, but he can't help but dig in deeper.

"There are clearly things you'd rather be doing than sitting here with me, but please try to restrain yourself so we can get this done. I'm sure whoever mangled your neck can wait!" he practically shouts the last part and the silence between you two makes him wish he could suck every word he said back in.

"I have somethings to take care of elsewhere. You're free to go." he gets up abruptly, slamming the door behind him as he leaves.

Desma:

It doesn't upset her. She's just confused. That is what she names the cold stone of a feeling in her gut, confusion. That's what she's feeling when she looks at the kiss mark on your neck, because when did you start seeing someone?

I would know if you were seeing someone, right?

"Looks like someone's been fitting in some fun!"

She sits down next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and turning your head to get a better view of the mark.

"So is it someone I know?" she looks at you intently, hoping that she still sounds like a curious friend.

"Oh this?" you laugh it off and it takes everything in her to keep from biting through her tongue.

"Don't try to dodge it." she laughs but she knows her smile has slipped. She doesn't care because she has to ask. "So is it serious?"

Laverna:

You're in sitting with her, chatting away, a situation that would normally have her brimming with joy but not today. The moment is marred by the mark on your neck and she can't take her eyes off of it.

"Laverna, Laverna is everything alright?"

You call out to her and she pulls herself out of her stupor and she quickly recovers with a concerned smile.

"You have a bruise." she says, reaching out to gently touch the spot. You bring your hand up too.

"Oh this? This is—" she cuts you off before you can explain,

"—a bruise." she gives you a tight lipped smile. "Wait here, I have an ointment that will help it fade."

Sutek:

You let someone get that close to your neck.

You must trust them.

Sutek runs a hand across his scarred throat while looking at your neck from across the room with a look that's more curious than angry.

Then he feels it settle over him. You let someone get that close to you and you let them take you between their teeth. He's never hated a stranger so much.

Would you ever let him get that close?

Would he ever let you get that close?

You notice him but he sleeps out before you can say anything to him, as he thinks about the mark on your neck.

I could cover you in marks like that.

Sarai:

She sees it as soon as you enter and bristles in her seat.

"Greetings Queen Sarai," You greet her so warmly, but the sight of the mark on your neck sends a chill through her body.

She turns to her maid servant, and speaks without looking at you.

"Lalia, tell our guest that we won't be able to see them today, but that we don't doubt that they'll find something entertaining to do."

"With pleasure Queen Mother" Lalia bows deeply to Sarai before sneering at you.

"You heard her! You know where the door is!" As soon as you are ushered out Sarai crumples in her seat.

What else was I expecting?

Nari:

You can get many injuries in a fight. Hacked, slashed, and bruised. But the mark on your neck wasn't from a fight, even she knows that. You're running up to her, like you're happy to see her.

Not as happy as you must have been with that other person.

She quickly turns her back and goes the other direction. She swallows her disappointment. In a secluded area of the palace, she slumps against the cold stone wall and looks at her hands. Strong hands made for fists, not flowers. And she is reminded of words she's heard before.

Who would want to be touched by hands as hard as those?

Aretas:

"Is there someone waiting for you?"

You look at him, about to ask who he was referring to, but he's already cutting you off.

"I'm guessing from that," he says, gesturing to your neck, "that someone is waiting for you. But you should know that there are others that wait for you to return every time you leave their sight."

He looks straight at you, eyes unwavering and he knows he isn't being subtle, but when he saw your neck he needed to say something. Somewhere between cryptic and a confession is the simple truth.

Please come to me.

Heka:

The room is brimming with heat, but Heka doesn't notice. The embers in the basin glow red hot, but Heka doesn't notice. You left hours ago but he can still see it, as if you were still standing in front of him. A mark on your neck. Likely from the kiss of a lover.

Meditation doesn't bring him peace and no chants can chase away a feeling he knows he shouldn't have.

It should be me.

He knows he was no right to be the one to hold you, the one to kiss you to the point where it leaves a mark and yet here he is. Left with this inescapable anger and the ache of loneliness.

[genevievemd]

“You have to come back to me. Because I cannot do this without you.” (#13 from Love Confessions). Bring it! :)

Sleeping Beauty

Book: Open Heart: Second Year (post ch 11 au) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure) Word Count: 1172 Rating: G Category: angst Trope(s): and there was a confession

Summary: Ethan struggles to survive after Gen slips into a coma. (Part 2 of Shades of Regret)

Warnings: none

A/N: I know, the last LC I did was also 2.11/2.12 based, but here we are. Also you don’t have to read SoR to read this, it just happened to inspire this one. 

- From Love Confessiolns Prompt List. Prompt in bold -

He’s never been so consumed by grief, by regret. Like it’s eating him alive. Every sound is muffled, the sun losing its light, his entire body numb. 

Genevieve had followed her friend, and slipped into a coma, mere hours before Tobias and the others came running with a cure. One that worked, the toxin leaving her system, enough to take her out of isolation and into her own room. But unlike her paramedic friend, she hadn’t woken up yet. 

And every hour that ticked by felt like another part of him has shattered. 

Her parents arrived shortly after sunrise, staying by her bedside – along with the scalpel jockey – holding her hand, talking to her. All while Ethan sat on the outside. 

He wasn’t family, Lahela was Gen’s boyfriend now. He had no reason to be in that room. 

Despite her whispered confession from the night before; the one where she said she still wanted him. That Ethan was all she wanted. 

No one but the two of them knew that complicated and painful truth. No one knew the promise they made. 

We’ll be together. Without any regrets or fears. Promise? I promise, G. 

He tries his best to take a deep breath, keep his head above water. Focus on the hundreds of other patients and residents that needed him. Get back to the job at hand. 

But he can’t. Ethan stays glued to the chair outside Genevieve’s room, staring blankly at the chart in his hand. 

She had ruined him. Before her, he could separate his feelings from the job. Push away the what-ifs of every scenario. But he can’t now. 

Gen had opened his eyes, and his heart, to the invisible joys in life, the endless possibilities the future could hold. 

Like the one they could have had if he hadn’t stopped them in Miami, or ran off to the amazon, or forced them into a reset, or if he had kissed her under the streetlights three weeks ago like he so desperately wanted to. 

They could have had so much more time, if he had just led with his heart instead of his head. 

She leads with her heart. Her big, beautiful, compassionate heart that could fail at any moment. 

The image of having to bury her beside Danny and Bobby is enough to crack the last brick of his facade, and finally make the tears fall. 

“Doctor Ramsey?” Genevieve’s mother comes out of her room, her father and Bryce walking down the hall. No doubt in search of coffee and food. 

Ethan stands, clearing his throat and wiping the tears away. “Yes, you’re Gen’s mother.” 

“Please, call me Marie.” She smiles, almost the exact same smile that Gen wears every day. “You’re the Ethan, right?” 

“She told you about me?” 

“My sweet girl has talked about you for years. Professionally, of course.” 

For some reason, he’s almost disappointed by that. Which is maddening, because they should be nothing more than colleagues. 

“But, that changed. She didn’t tell me much, I’m sure to protect whatever it is that you two have, but I could see in her eyes how much she loves you.” 

“Your daughter is quite brilliant.” Ethan looks through the small window into Gen’s room, crestfallen. 

“Go in and spend some time without her.” Marie touches his arm, with all the gentleness of a caring mother. 

“I’m fine. We’re not…”

“You can fix that little detail when she wakes up.” She offers him one more smile before walking away and leaving him alone in front of Gen’s room. 

He quickly checks to make sure the hall is clear before entering the room. Making sure to close the door and the blinds, give them some shelter. Protection from the rumors that have already begun to spread. 

“Rookie,” Ethan sinks down into the chair beside her bed, taking her hand in his. 

It’s the first time he’s held her hand, without plastic between them, in the last twelve hours. And it brings the tears back. 

Like a tidal wave of pent-up sorrow and grief.

“I’m sure you’d be happy to know that Rafael is recovering nicely. He woke up about forty-five minutes ago.” 

He takes a breath, in time with her heart rate monitor. 

“I, on the other hand, am drowning. Which is a very unfamiliar feeling. You promised me, Rookie, you promised not to slip away like this. And I know, logically, that you have no control over how your body reacted to the toxin, but… Damn it, G. You…”

Ethan looks down at her hand, so small compared to his own. His thumb tracing patterns into her skin. 

“You have to come back to me. Because I cannot do this without you. I can’t work, sleep, function like a normal human being without you. I don’t know when, or how it happened, but…” 

He closes his eyes, forehead resting against their joined hands, teardrops staining the sheets on her bed. 

“You’re in my heart, Genevieve. Hell, I’m fairly certain you are my heart.” 

He lifts his head, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles as the door to her room opens. Ethan lets her go, turning away from the intruder to try and look appropriate, professional. 

“She’s gonna come back to us.” Bryce steps into the room completely. “Our girl’s a fighter.” 

“She is.” Ethan finally turns around, eyes landing on Gen’s face. 

“And, uh, if it brings you any sorta comfort, I won’t stop you two from being together when she does wake up.” 

His head whips in Bryce’s direction, eyes wide. “Pardon?” 

“You and Gen.” Lahela shrugs, sitting in the chair on the other side of the bed. “Dude, I knew she was still into you. In love with you, really.”

“Dude?” He raises an eyebrow, though Bryce seems to ignore him. 

“I selfishly wish that she wasn’t, you know? Cause she’s amazing, but it’s you she wants and if that’s what will make her happy, then I’ll step aside.” 

“You’re,” Ethan pauses, “surprising, Lahela.” 

“I know.” He smiles, his usual bravado returning. “Now, I’m not well versed in my fairy tales, but I think the only way Sleeping Beauty wakes up from being poisoned is by a kiss from Prince Charming. And while I may be charming, I’m not her Prince Charming.” Bryce stands from the chair, walking to the door. “Oh, and your secret is safe with me.” 

“Thank you, Bryce.” 

“Anytime, bud.” 

The door closes with a soft click, leaving Ethan alone with Genevieve once more. 

He looks at her, eyes traveling over every inch of her face, almost willing to take Bryce’s ridiculous advice. This was real life, not some silly child’s tail and he wasn’t about to kiss her without her consent. 

So he settles on waiting, watching, and hoping. Counting the minutes until she comes back to him. 

And he doesn’t have to wait for long, because she opens her hours only a few hours later. Bright green looking at him with all the love in the world. 

“Hi.” 

“Hi.”

A/N: Not gonna lie, I almost ended it with Ethan kissing her, but it felt weird. So I didn’t. She just wakes up all on her own, with Ethan there to greet her. 

I promise the next LC prompt will not be attack based, and Gen will be awake. Pinky Promise!

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