#I love thinking about the fact that him and my mc like the same kind of music

[harryzhongsexual]

If Ryan has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Ryan has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Ryan has only one fan then that is me. If Ryan has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Ryan, then I am against the world.

[purple-plum-petals]

Pleaseeee can you fo more homicipher reaction to mc who is very cheerful in every situation like shes either giggling or smiling, she's so unserious and oblivious af too.

⊱ Homicipher Characters’ Reactions to an MC Who Is Cheerful and Oblivious ⊰ || Multiple Character Headcanons

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮ Character(s): Mr. Crawling, Mr. Chopped, Mr. Machete, Mr. Hood, Mr. Scarletella (Homicipher/文字化化) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): Minor Spoilers for Homicipher (Mr. Scarletella’s Part), Minor Canon-typical Mentions of Violence. Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, Romantic or Platonic Relationship (It’s Complicated, honestly). Word Count: ~2,100 words. Request: “Pleaseeee can you fo more homicipher reaction to mc who is very cheerful in every situation like shes either giggling or smiling, she's so unserious and oblivious af too.” Author’s Note: This was such a fun request to think about since a human like this existing within the other world would pretty much be a living, walking target – like, you’d probably be dead so quickly if you were oblivious or naïve or too trusting (like me when I first played through the game and was smiling every time a hot monster man talked to me 😭). Since you didn’t specify any characters, I just picked a handful that I thought would have varying reactions to the type of reader you requested. I hope you enjoy! 

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👣: Mr. Crawling loves your cheerful and friendly personality, finding it a breath of fresh air within the other world. It draws him to you even more, like a moth to a bright flame. He likes how you sometimes just randomly giggle or laugh. He does it, too, so it’s nice to meet someone so similar to him! He definitely feels this sense of kinship with you when he notices all the similarities you two share. Mr. Crawling does everything in his power to keep you safe, wanting to protect you from everything or everyone attempting to harm you in the hopes you don’t lose that sparkle – that light within you.

👣: He’s already very protective of you, and your obliviousness to the other world and its residents makes that feeling even stronger. He is aware that your friendly and trusting nature will be taken advantage of in the world he calls his home, so he somehow manages to take a more proactive role when it comes to keeping you safe… if that was even possible (it’s ON SITE if he sees Mr. Stitch near you. Mr. Crawling knows how that particular resident acts, and he would prefer not to have him kidnap or try to eat you…). 

👣: Whenever you laugh, he also laughs – you do the same thing with him, too, so you both kind of bounce off of each other and act like the other’s personal echo. Any other resident who sees the two of you kind of thinks you have a few screws loose, watching from afar while you both just randomly laugh together without a care in the world. Honestly, Mr. Crawling thinks it’s nice to be able to laugh with someone else like this. 

👣: Overall, your personality manages to make him love you even more (if that was even possible). Mr. Crawling does everything in his power to make sure you never stop smiling, never once making you feel like you’re not supposed to laugh even if it may not be seen as appropriate in the situation. He doesn’t care that sometimes your obliviousness results in both of you finding yourselves between a rock and a hard place. He will be there by your side until the day you tell him to leave – his love for you is unconditional, and that’s just a fact no matter what kind of person you are. 

🗣️: Much like Mr. Crawling, Mr. Chopped also finds himself immensely endeared to you and your personality. He loves how happy you are all the time, and he finds his mood improving whenever you’re around, too! It’s wonderful to have someone like you around, someone who is always so cheerful and upbeat, especially considering the place you have found yourself trapped in. He appreciates it – appreciates you, as a whole – but that doesn’t mean he has no reservations about your personality… 

🗣️: His anxiety spikes whenever he thinks too much about what you were potentially getting up to whenever he wasn’t around, worried about you getting taken advantage of or giggling at the wrong question and ending up injured, or worse, dead. He really enjoys spending time with you, you’re like a ray of sunlight in such a dark place, and the thought of that being gone after having just experienced it is… quite an unpleasant thought (he doesn’t know what sunlight is, but he can vaguely remember a yellow warmth from a time long forgotten that you remind him of). If he had a body, he’d probably be ripping his beloved hair out just because of how oblivious you can be. 

🗣️: Mr. Chopped is definitely the type to just start scolding you point-blank, telling you that you need to be more careful – his beautiful hair is going to turn grey at this point with how often he worries about you! Please don’t make him worry… It’s not good for his metaphorical heart. He even lectures you about how he typically tells the difference between people he can trust (like you, Mr. Silvair, the Hairdresser) versus people he knows he can’t trust (like the Hooded Child or Mr. Stitch) in the hopes it will have you thinking about your safety more. 

🗣️: Sometimes he feels a sense of helplessness whenever he thinks about you and the fact he can’t do anything to keep you safe; it’s something he opens up about to Mr. Silvair whenever you’re not around. Mr. Chopped finds himself wishing that he had a body, even though you had assured him he was perfectly fine in your eyes without one. He just wants to help and protect you the way that others you knew were capable of doing. Whenever you sense he’s feeling down, though, your bright smile is enough to wash away his worries about your well-being, even if only for a moment. 

🔪: Doesn’t understand why you’re so chipper all the time. Honestly, I feel like Mr. Machete would find it annoying, the fact you’re always smiling or giggling at one thing or another. He’ll purposefully chuck his sword at you in the hopes that it will scare you, make you wipe that stupid smile off your face, but it never does… It falters a bit, sure, but it never fully goes away, and that just pisses him off more.  

🔪: He kind of makes it his mission to try and break you, to see how or what he can do to finally make you get angry or upset. After all, you never really fight back when he tries to start things with you, and that’s boring. He wants you to get frustrated at him, wants to see you throw a punch or try to hit him after another attempt at making your smile disappear, yet you never do. You remain smiling, and you’re oh-so blinding whenever you do, and he hates it. He hates you (or does he? He isn’t even sure himself… emotions are too complicated).

🔪: Overall, Mr. Machete has mixed feelings toward you. He can respect the strength it takes to keep a smile on your face, to remain positive and happy in a place filled to the brim with violence and death… That doesn’t mean he likes it, though, hearing your laughter whenever he does something you find endearing or if you see something you find amusing. It’s a sound that's headache-inducing, yet it also makes him want to pick you up and squeeze you (I’m a firm believer that he would have cuteness aggression). He has a love-hate relationship with you. 

🔪: Mr. Machete also finds himself fed up with your obliviousness and naïvety, especially regarding other residents. He’s getting sick and tired of you finding yourself in trouble and, when it finally sets in you’re in danger, you call to him for help. Why the hell are you calling for him? You got yourself into this mess, and you’ll figure out a way to get out of it… Well, that’s what he says, but he usually takes care of whatever resident you found yourself in a conflict with, or he tosses you effortlessly over one shoulder and absconds if he doesn’t think it’s a fight he can win (don’t ask him why he even bothers saving you – he doesn’t know the answer, either). 

🪓: Your cheerful and peppy attitude, the way you’re always smiling brightly and warmly at everyone you meet, makes Mr. Hood feel both endeared to you and worried about you. You do realize you just agreed to give that resident your heart, right? If he wasn’t here, you most certainly would have died, and that’s not exactly a thought he wants to entertain. He felt protective over you since the first moment you met, and that feeling had not died down once (even if looking after you had made him feel like he’d aged a century). 

🪓: Always places himself between you and other residents when you attempt to communicate with them, using himself as a shield just in case you accidentally agree to something absurd or laugh at the wrong thing. Mr. Hood really shifts into teaching mode after cases like these, making sure you know exactly what certain words mean and when not to laugh, smile, or blindly agree to things. Honestly, if you were oblivious and overly trusting, he would feel it was his duty to stay by your side at all times and would be worried about what would happen if he left you alone.  

🪓: However, despite the persisting feeling of worry your personality and some of your traits bring him when watching you interacting with most of the other residents, he can’t help but enjoy your presence. It’s new, and he surprisingly likes hearing the sound of your laughter. He finds your personality and behaviors to be cute, even though they bring you trouble more often than not. Most of the time, sometimes unconsciously, Mr. Hood finds himself resting his hand on the top of your head, patting it softly whenever you look up and smile at him so brightly. 

🪓: Mr. Hood, despite finding that your obliviousness and your inability to take most things seriously typically ends up with you winding up in troublesome situations that could have been easily avoided, he still wouldn’t change a single thing about you (he has no problem staining his hands with more blood to keep you safe – killing residents while protecting you at the same time is something he’s good at, after all). Your smile is just too bright, your laugh almost infectious, and all he wants to do is make sure it never fades. He feels a strange ache in his chest whenever you take his hands into yours and tug him along, laughing all the way. He doesn’t understand it, but he also doesn’t have the desire to understand it, either.  

🩸: Your personality intrigues him, and he finds himself desiring to know what you’re thinking about. What makes you so happy? How can you continue to travel through the other world, facing one traumatic event after another, with a smile constantly plastered on your face? A person like you is new to Mr. Scarletella, and he wants to be around you more. He wants to figure out how he can be the person making you smile and laugh in such a way – he wants to be able to bathe in the warmth and brightness your aura radiates. 

🩸: Mr. Scarletella doesn’t make his presence known most of the time throughout your journey, but he watches you from afar, keeping an eye on you. However, if he does need to step in to keep you from harm, he will. Your reaction to him is unlike anyone else he's met, though. Most people who saw the man with the red umbrella would scream and run the other way, terrified of the story that was intertwined with his existence, but you didn’t. Honestly, it makes him want you more – you’re new, you’re different – and he likes it… likes you. There’s something about the sound of your laughter and your happy-go-lucky nature that makes him feel alive, in a way. 

🩸: However, because of your obliviousness and naïvety, when he asks for your name and you just give it to him without a second thought… well, it makes his goal a lot easier. If I’m being 100% honest, being oblivious or overly trusting around Mr. Scarletella is not a good mix. Because he finds you interesting and different from other humans he’s seen before, he’s pleased that you’re his now – heart, body, and soul. You forget everything about yourself after, though, and he doesn’t find you as appealing as he once did (he low-key kind of regrets asking for your name). 

🩸: For feel-good purposes, though, we’ll just ignore the last point and continue with the fluff… So, overall, Mr. Scarletella would find you fascinating and would find himself wanting to be near you in any capacity, whether it be as your master or your servant, he wouldn’t care so long as he got to be with you. He honestly wonders how you’ve managed to live for as long as you have considering your general attitude towards most things, but he’s glad that you did. Being with you makes his lungs feel like they’re full of fresh air, and he gets a pleasant tingling sensation in his body whenever he hears your laughter echo through the dilapidated hallways of the other world. 

[roonotrue]

Twisted Wonderland - He Hears You Singing (About Him)

Twisted Wonderland Writings Masterpost

Heartslabyul Edition, Savanaclaw Edition

Prompt: While relaxing, and doing chores around the Ramshackle dorm for your weekend restoration of the barely standing building, your thoughts drift to love songs from your old world. You think of songs that remind you of your closest fellow NRC student and significant other, and end up singing one while you work.

Reader: GN reader - They/Them pronouns and they are referred to as 'MC/Prefect' in this one. And let's all just agree that MC is a great singer- cuz some of these songs have mad vocals that I would never dream of trying to sing myself with my incredibly average voice, and I imagine a lot of you are the same.

Included Characters: Octavinelle Edition!

Warnings: None.

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Azul Ashengrotto - "Adore You" by Harry Styles

- Why did he stop by Ramshackle? He can't remember. It was something about taste testing the new spring menu, maybe? He's not sure it matters anymore, given how enamored he is with the sound of your voice right now.

- Is frozen in the doorway like a deer caught in headlights, he hadn't even realized it was you singing (he thought it was from your phone or something on a radio) until he turned the corner and saw you.

- When you see him, he turns all kind of shades of scarlet, embarrassed at being caught staring, but he quickly composes himself.

- Immediate compliments followed quickly by an offer to sing at the Mostro Lounge sometime- you'd be paid generously of course-

- On the outside he's acting cool, but the song in question really did fluster him quite a bit, and thoughts of you singing it again just for him keep intruding in his mind, and if you look closely you can see his ears remain a pretty shade of pink the whole conversation after.

- Does truly think you would look stunning dressed up in lavish clothes, preforming on the stage of the Mostro Lounge, are you sure you don't want to? He'll throw in a free meal plus pay!

"My, my, MC, that was a lovely performance. You should put those wonderful vocals to use, I'm sure everyone would be in awe of you at the Lounge. Some may even show up just to see you- I certainly would."

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Jade Leech - "Dive" by Olivia Dean

- He's honestly quiet pleasantly surprised when he enters Ramshackle (without knocking of course) and hears your wonderful singing voice.

- A soft (dare I say genuine?) smile makes it's way to his face as he approaches the living area where you're cleaning, and stands patiently in the doorway for you to finish the song- one he's never heard before but it flows rather smoothly, much like the jazz played at the lounge.

- He finds the lyrics rather intriguing too, now what would inspire you to sing such a romantic song? A crush perhaps? The idea of you having enough of a crush on someone to sing such a song about them makes him... Well, he'll just focus on what he has right in front of him for now, and save those pesky feelings for later self-analysis.

- When you catch him he is completely shameless in his staring, as a matter of fact, his smile grows, before he gives a curious tilt of his head and motions with his hand for you to continue.

- What? Your voice was beautiful, of course he wants to hear it more. What's he doing here? Oh, well, he's come to ask if you'd like to be the first to taste test the Mostro Lounges new spring menu.

- Sure he didn't knock, but it's honestly your fault for not locking the front door- oh, the locks are broken? That can't possibly be safe. Perhaps you should stay at Octavinelle until they are fixed, that way he can hear your voice much more often.

- As a matter of fact, instead of 100 thaumarks a night for a room, he's sure he can arrange for you to sing at the Lounge every night for payment instead.

"Oh, please don't mind me, continue. Your voice is quite delightful, you should consider singing at the Lounge- though, I'm not sure I want anyone else to hear you but me..."

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Floyd Leech - "Risk" by Gracie Abrams

- oHohOHo, you're never gonna live this down PT. 3

- The moment he barges into Ramshackle in a poor mood, looking for his favorite Shrimpy to cheer him up, he freezes at the sound of you're voice.

- But not for long.

- One second, you're alone, singing as you do some chores, and the next second you're being spun around in Floyd Leech's arms as he laughs cheerfully.

- He loves your voice. Keep singing! He wants to dance with you while you do! Forget those boring chores! He's here now, so you can both have fun! You're so adorable he could squeeze you till you pop!

- You should come by the lounge sometimes and sing to him to make his shifts less boring. He's sure Azul wouldn't mind- and if he does, then you two can just leave and have your own party elsewhere!

- He will, without a doubt, demand that you sing to and for him at the most random of times, hell, he might even barge into the middle of your class in a foul mood and demand a serenade from his Shrimpy.

- If you truly won't sing to him, his mood may worsen and you won't see him for awhile while he sorts himself out, whereas if you do sing for him, he will immediately start to feel better.

- The best moment he could ask for to fix his mood, is laying beside you his head in your lap, while you sing. It helps him decompress, and feel so much better from whatever was overwhelming him or souring his mood.

"Shrimpy~! Nice set of pipes! Well, don't stop singing, let's dance together! I knew you'd be doin' something fun, you always cheer me right up!"

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Can you guys tell that Octavinelle is one of my favorite dorms? Particularly the twins? Especially Floyd, his unpredictability with his mood swings are very relatable as someone with severe untreated ADHD and bipolar tendencies. I just think he's neat guys. And fun to write. Anyway! Merry Christmas everyone, and I'll see you next post! ~ Roo

[iz-star]

About Zayne's nightmares...

The most unrealistic thing about Zayne is that he's a functional working adult that seemingly has put his life together at 27 not because he's young or a prodigy but because he's said to have nightmares since he was 12?? Like... I feel like this theme might be a bit overlooked but just think about it deeply, having constant nightmares fucks your mind like really REALLY bad, I can genuinely say this by experience and also as someone who has had trouble to have a healthy sleeping schedule since I was at highschool (like, for example, right now, I should be sleeping instead of writing this...).

There was a time I would have nightmares almost everytime I went to sleep during a really hard time in my life. Of course, the topic about those nightmares was almost always the same, not like the nightmares repeated themselves but they always revolved about the same things that I was actually working in therapy at the moment. Back then I was jobless and medicated most part of the time, I was pretty dysfunctional.

I suppose that's why when I listened to "Fragmented Dreams" for the first time it was the time I said "Yeah, this is my man". I love how he's always nagging MC about sleeping early because I know by experience that not sleeping properly can mess up with your mind pretty bad, and probably he knows it too. It truly is a showcase of love how he worries about her sleep like that and it also showcases how strong minded he is for enduring too much stress and remind kind constantly.

I love how healthy he is. I like to think that he's overcome all the stressful stuff he's gone thru bc of his discipline and healthy life style, but realistically it would take him some more to deal with all of that.

Yes, all of the guys have been through some very rough stuff and they all need therapy, but my point with Zayne comes with the fact that not having a good sleeping schedule and on top of that having constant nightmares can mess up with your perception of reality and induce you a bad depression or other mental health issues. Everytime I remember Zayne's main story branch when they're trapped in Zayne's dream and MC leaves him alone and he starts listening to Willian, Georgie and his Mom so he has to remind himself "It's not real, it's not real" I deeply feel that and I just want to hug him so bad :(

I think I'd like to see a card where they explore the consecuences of their past in their psyche more deeply. I can't help remembering this post which was one of the first posts you unlock with Zayne:

It was there when I just knew that even if he looked quiet, he had a lot to say but didn't know how to express.

Another thing I'd like to highlight about this is that actually I love the emotional maturity that Zayne displays about dealing with such issues like nightmares, traumatic experiences and literally being exposed to see people dying 24/7 while being someone that feels a lot yet says little. He's dealt with this the best way he can, no wonder why he came to be quite serious and inexpressive or sarcastic. Not allowing himself to express other emotions than seriousness or sarcasm was like keeping himself in check so he wouldn't spill everything he feels and considering how stressing is his job already, it just makes sense, but that didn't mean Zayne didn't feel because he feels too much and too deeply and worries sick about ppl and especially about MC.

Of course, bottling up his emotions wasn't the best way to deal with them but he never used any unhealthy coping mechanism neither, like alcohol, for example (My teetotaler King ❤️) etc. Yeah, his workaholism isn't exactly healthy but not something toxic to his mind and relationships, and I've always had a feeling that he's a big foodie and addicted to sweets to give himself that boost of serotonine he needs so bad.

That's why he compares MC with sweets, being her his favorite dessert, bc she's brought all that serotonine to his life naturally and has helped him let go little by little. When he opened to her about losing Dulcie, I had a feeling that Zayne always wanted someone to listen to him but he didn't know how to ask for it and ppl around him was too afraid to even dare to suggest it. I think even in one of his anecdotes, it is said that sometimes Dr Noah wanted to tell him something but at the end ended up saying nothing.

The fact that Zayne bottled up his emotions didn't mean that he wouldn't willingly share them, he wanted to but wasn't used to it. With MC, he's slowy started to let it go and enjoy life more, allowing himself to be sad in front of her, to express his fears (about losing her) or to express his childish tantrums and indulge in his softest side. That's why also she's not only his favorite dessert but also his best painkiller ❤️

And just to finish, I've always thought this quote by Kafka fits him so well:

"Remember, you should sleep more than other people, for I sleep less than most. And I can’t think of a better place to store my unused share of universal sleep than in your beloved eyes."

[wolfythewitch]

Hiui it is 8am and I'm on the zcholl bus and my broam has not shut up about them

There's a lot of discourse about the achilles portrayal in the song of achilles which I agree with for the most part because the sanitization I feel erases the suffering of women and slaves the period was built on by minimizing the raping and violent nature of war hero achilles that Homer wrote - - however, I don't think tsoa ought to be read as a stand alone; tsoa is entirely written from patroclus' pov and I think that idealisation of the man is brilliant because of how grossly codependent they were

I think I really liked one redditors take on it, being [in context of 'the silence of girls'; a breseis pov of the iliad, where in achilles participated in the culture which used her as a bed slave of war] The tsoa protector achilles which defended women who mattered to him and was endlessly devoted, and the achilles that was complacent in the ritualistic abuse of the women he enslaved by pillaging their homes are both coexisting, and possibly one and the same

I personally view the Greek cast as sort of vocaloids, they're tools by which we understand the culture of the ancients, the way we envision their interactions is just a means for our practicing the pragmatics of how we come to understand the period

Okay frankly I'm not the best person to discuss this because I've only read like half of tsoa, but there's two disagreements I have I guess, based on what I Have read

One, as much it's not meant to be a standalone or something like that (to me, it is meant to be a standalone), because of its popularity in contemporary media it is being taken as one, and many people will have Achilles and Patroclus' image forever frozen as tsoa' portrayal. God knows how many comments I've gotten on my videos treating tsoa as fact. I can't really blame the author for that, but it is what it is.

Two, the idealization of man through patroclus' eyes would hold more weight if himself was not changed for the narrative either. Patroclus was a soldier, he was a healer, and he also had his fair share of women (who he slept with). Both of them did. Violence was not shied from, and slave women were war prizes. There are these insidious little rewrites throughout the story to further the narrative of Achilles and Patroclus' only loving each other, and in turn erasing what they've done to the other women in the story. (Taking in slave women because they wanted to save them is. A choice.) Deidamia in the myths, they range from at best her and Achilles falling in love to the point of intimacy, and at worst Achilles raping her. In tsoa, Thetis forced Achilles to sleep with her. Deidamia also forced Patroclus to sleep with her. That flip in the narrative is kind of fucked up, seeing as how both in the myths and in tsoa Peleus raped Thetis.

Trying to make a statement that it is written through the idealized eyes of man, well it doesn't really work here. If anything, it feels more like an author writing with the intent of not having her MCs be morally reprehensible. So Patroclus cares when the plot demands it (saving briseis, outrage when she is taken away. Asking Achilles to save the other slave girls) and not when it doesn't affect him (talking about his mother nonchalantly, questioning why thetis hated Peleus when he also acknowledged how Peleus was involved in her rape).

[sil-writes-fiction-too]

The Fragility Of Human Life

Lucifer x GN!Reader

Genre: sickfic, angst, lots of hurt and very little comfort

CW: sickness, illness

A/N: this is a very short one and at first I really wanted it to be a fluffy, hurt/comfort sickfic but... well... it turned into full angst instead. I'm sorry ç_ç. I haven't written for Obey Me in a hot minute and this is what I came up with?? Poor Lucifer! This is my entry for Day 29 of June of Doom ( @juneofdoom ). I used the prompt "fever", more or less.

Very few things can scare a man like Lucifer. What could possibly pose a threat to the Morning Star himself? A snap of his fingers could be enough to burn anyone and anything down to ashes. He doesn't fear for his life, no. He didn't when he fought in the Celestial War and fell and he doesn't now. However... he fears for the people closest to him. His brothers, first and foremost. Any moment spent in fear has always been dedicated to them. He feels responsible to them, he must keep them safe. Even if sometimes that means being disliked. Up until now that was all he cared about, keeping his brothers safe... but then they came along.

He disliked them at first, not trusting them even for a single second and treating them like a potential threat to his family. I mean, what kind of human would just start collecting pacts with the Seven Rulers of Hell? Not an innocent one, if Solomon was of any indication. He could understand Mammon doing something so moronic as to forge a pact with the new human student... but his other brothers? Clearly this human was more cunning than they seemed. At least that's what he used to think back then. He still remembers the fear and the anger he felt when MC had meddled into his family's affairs, going up to the attic and getting involved with Belphie despite the fact he had made it very clear they were to stay out of his business. He remembers wanting to eliminate them right then and there as his family threatened to fall apart in front of his eyes.

He is very glad he didn't.

Because there are few things that scare a man like Lucifer... and there are few things that make him as happy as MC does. This one human came into his life, completely flipped it upside down, helped his family find happiness and harmony again... and stole his heart in the process. Never in a million years did he think he would ever fall in love with a mortal. If what Lilith felt was even remotely close to what he feels for them, then Lucifer is even prouder of being in the Devildom rather than the Celestial Realm. He'd do it all again if it meant being with them.

But one thing Lucifer wasn't ready for was being faced with the fragility of human life as a demon who is completely and hopelessly in love with a mortal. It is a harsh awakening every single time, whenever MC gets hurt or makes an absent-minded comment about how short life is. Such comments are now banned from the House of Lamentation. He wasn't prepared for the icy cold fear that grips at his chest every time he is faced with MC's mortality.. the same fear that squeezes his heart right now as he looks down at the trembling human curled up in his bed.

According to Solomon, MC caught a very bad case of the flu. He was quick to add that it generally is a non-threatening sickness, but the concern was more than evident on his face nonetheless and it worried Lucifer and his brothers half to death. He has to be calm and logical about this, but he can't help but still be afraid even though it is more than clear that his human is not going to die from this. It's just that... this is MC we are talking about. They are a force to be reckoned with. They faced countless threats bravely and always came out on top and with a smile on their face! They even came back from the dead once, for Hell's sake! But now they look so fragile and defenseless as their body is wracked by violent shivers.

“Lu...” comes their weak voice, immediately yanking him out of his anxiety-fueled ruminations. “My love...” he is quick to respond, sitting down beside them and gently clasping their hand in his to bring it up to his lips and press a gentle kiss to the warm skin. Their grip is so feeble... it fills him with dread despite Solomon's words.

“I'm so cold...” they chirp in a frail voice that makes it sound like they are about to cry. It absolutely breaks his heart. He doesn't waste another second and pulls the blankets all the way up until they come up under MC's chin, then he removes his heavy coat and gets into bed with them, curling up around them and wrapping them tightly in his strong arms. The way they sigh and further sink into his embrace makes relief wash over him. Even more so when their shivers seem to simmer down a little. This is fine, he will protect them no matter what, be it from other demons or from this god forsaken flu.

He knows they will be fine and back to normal in a few days, but until then he won't be able to ignore the truth of the matter. And the truth of the matter is that MC is a human, a creature much more frail than a demon. They are not blessed with immortality and, one day, he might have to finally face the fact that no matter how much he loves them... he will have to let them go. He wonders if, when that happens, he won't suddenly cease to exist as well. Because no matter the perspective he tries to take while thinking about it, he simply cannot fathom being able to live without them by his side. The beating of his heart doesn't exist without them. They are the breath that fills his lungs and the vitality that courses through his veins. With them gone... what could ever remain of him if not an empty husk?

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Nika's Open Mic Night!

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Calling all the LADS writers of Tumblr

Please read → Everyone and anyone is free to join. Write something for the prompt and tag someone who you'd like to see participate. You can do it in a reblog to this post or make your own post. Your character can be a self-insert, your MC, or an OC If you make your own post please add me in your taglist or tag it with #nikasopenmicnight I love reading you guys work. I'm going to be making an ongoing list with links to all the stories of everyone who chooses to join. There is no deadline have fun !

Okay I'll shut up now here's the prompt

the prompt: running into your main lads man (boyfriend) while you're out with your second favorite lads man (as a friend) and how they would react. [Credit: Anon]

I'll go first....Who's next?

This was supposed to be a quick trip, in and out, get what I need and leave. I should’ve gone to a different store because I knew better than to think I'd make a ‘quick trip’ to target. Dumbass. Nothing was ever a quick trip when me and Raf hung out. So here I am buying all new decor for my library at home. Rafayel stood by giving his opinion even when I didn't ask for it “How many blankets does one girl need?”

“There’s no such thing as too many blankets” I giggled as I squat down to chose a fluffy red blanket. I knew Sylus would like this no matter how much he likes to act like he doesn't care for them I see how he throws one over his lap when it’s within reach. “Thinking of me?” I jump at the sudden sound of his voice looking up to see his tall frame looming over me. It wasn’t uncommon for him to pop-up on me considering he has my location. I couldn’t help the smile that split my face in two as I looked up at him. I stood up and shoved the blanket in this direction. “What do you think?” His hand gently ran up and down the fabric, but his intense stare was fixated over my shoulder “It’s nice”

I turned to see Raf giving Sylus a just as intense stare, but instead of a frown like Sylus he had a smile on his face. His smile didn’t reach his eyes and I could practically feel the lightning cracking between them. Am I in the middle of some kind of pissing contest? Men. “Sylus stop being rude he's my friend” I poked him in his side which made him jolt, but he finally looked at me. His gaze softened slightly as our eyes locked. “Princess i’m not doing anything” He poked me in my forehead and I swatted his hand away; he knows I hate when he does that. “Don’t play dumb” I scowled at him and all he did was give me that sexy ass smirk. Sometimes I wish he was ugly …. no I don’t. Sylus put his gaze back on Rafayel and pulled me impossibly close to him by my waist. “Apologies if I'm interrupting, but we have an appointment with a tailor that we can’t miss”

Why is he lying? This is the first i’m hearing of said appointment. I struggled in his hold trying to pry his fingers from my waist, but he gave me a few small squeezes making me snort with laughter.

Raf didn’t even try to argue he threw his hands up in surrender “No worries I have paintings to finish” he grabbed his items that he tossed in the cart, gave my nose a pinch along with a quick “I’ll talk to you later” and sauntered off. The second Rafayel was out of sight I managed to wiggle my way out of Sylus' iron grip “What appointment are you talking about?”

“There isn’t one I just didn’t like the way he looks at you” He said in a matter-of-fact tone as if I was supposed to know that. “How exactly does he look at me?”

“The same way I look at you” I narrowed my eyes at him inquisitively; he returned the same look and I knew he was mocking me. “So you don’t trust me” It was more of a statement rather than a question.

“And here I thought your deductive reasoning skills were improving” he shifted his weight as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I trust you sweetie I don’t trust him he wants to be more than a friend” something was off although he seemed annoyed I could tell that it wasn’t me he was upset with. All of his tells were on full display by the way he avoided eye contact with and how his fingers absentmindedly tapped on his bicep. “Are you jealous?” I teased poking his chest repeatedly. He glowered at me as I tried and failed to stop the evil grin that spread across my face. “You’re enjoying this a little too much for my liking”

“You’re so cute when you're jealous” I reached up to pinch his cheek but as always he grabbed my wrist before I could even get close. “Enough” he’s so sick of my shit, but it’s not like he’s going anywhere. "Don't worry no one can steal me from you"

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[jazeswhbhaven]

Hello! I love your works, so I wanted to try sending in a request myself! Since I lost all of my progress on the game, I enjoy reading through your blog and seeing you go through the events. It helps me keep up with what's happening! Thank you so much!

If this hasn't been done yet, I wanted to request an MC who after a while of being with the kings and all their wild kinks, their body has basically gone through the wringer. So for the first time in like, forever, they just want to have vanilla sex. Like they enjoy all the rough stuff and all, but they need a break, just hold them and kiss them.

They don't know how to explain what they want though, especially to kings like Satan, Leviathan, Beelzebub, and Asmodeus, but they don't think their body can handle any more rough nights in bed, at least until they get some time to heal and get the feeling back in their lower half.

I'm feeling very fluffy today! But the horny has not faded away! It is a curse I tell ya, A CURSE!

Thank you for all that you do! :)

Thank you so much for waiting and sending this in, anon! I hope you're still enjoying everything my blog has to offer and there's only more where that came for instore for next year (rip to your progress i know how that feels to have that happen 😭)

Let's get to your request now, since it will be really nice to write about. Because phew, our devils be putting MC through the ringer each time they get some intimacy~

Satan: This is the one king of Hell where rough sex is...well his thing. He bruises easily, he likes to spank MC, biting, choking, being feral? That's how he's always done it. And he loved seeing the marks left behind on both him and MC. However, tonight he could sense something was off about his lover...and he had to force it out of them to explain what the trouble was. MC was wanting something more tender with tonight's intimacy. Perhaps, rough wasn't the way to go, maybe something more relaxing like cuddling and kissing while touching each other, or body worshipping? Even if it was just a simple cockwarming session, MC just wanted something tame and low energy. Satan does agree that a change in pace is nice...and he's more than capable of providing that. Because what kind of lover would he be if he didn't consider it? He opts for caressing and holding MC all night while softly grinding against them. This newfound soft intimacy works just as well as the rough fucking, and Satan enjoys it quite a lot.

Mammon: He understands right away from the last report he got from the Ai health bots that fly around his palace about MC's latest condition since their last romp fest. They needed time to rest and heal from having their insides rearranged and he knew just the thing to help with that. A relaxing spa day, a gentle massage, all from him. At the end of the day, MC is cuddling in his large arms, receiving kisses and gentle grabs on their backside. They settle for mutual masturbation while making eye contact, and they continue to rest and cuddle for the remainder of the night. Mammon doesn't always have to go all out when he has his intimate moments with MC, and this was a great example of how much control and maturity he had about it. Plus, MC always suspected Mammon to be that of the romantic type.

Beelzebub: Trying to explain the words "vanilla" and "sex" in the same sentence to Beel was like telling him to stop breathing. It just simply didn't register at first when MC brought it up, and it honestly took Bael bringing up the fact that there were still bruises from last time and they need to be treated more gentle. Beel then starts to get it, though vanilla isn't his style when it comes to sex, he's willing to try it out and help MC take a break from their normal routine (as if they had one to begin with) Surprisingly, this king is very good at toning down his kinks, boiling it down to soft kisses, and giving MC a good head session. He always likes making a meal out of them anyway, but he only stops there. No penetration for tonight. He's just going to have to be reminded constantly that they're still taking a break from rough sex until further notice.

Leviathan: He's instantly bored of the idea of "vanilla" sex. He can barely get off on the rough sex they have now. It's a true struggle with having Levi figure out what exactly is soft and toned down for his liking. For now, MC compromises with dry humping, and soft kisses all while hearing Levi complain and grumble about it. But even if he doesn't come from it, he still likes spending intimate time with MC, and will even try harder to see if he can continue having these moments with them. That at least still gives MC a break, and still gives them time to spend with Leviathan in the bedroom.

Lucifer: The king of care and knowing what MC needs for healing? You didn't have to ask him twice about that. Salves, ice packs, and healing remedies provided from Buer combined from soft words of affirmation and physical touch from Luci is just enough to get things started. Plus, it seems our fallen seraphim is really good with his hands, getting MC off with his soft touch alone. The cries of pleasure though quiet and not as loud and expressive as when they go at it for hours roughly, works for Lucifer and he appreciates it all the same. He's even fine with MC being in his embrace and them kissing here and there as they rest and listen to something in the background.

Belphegor: Vanilla sex? At first he was teasing and making fun of MC for even suggesting something like that until he realized it meant a lot less work for him to do in order to get off during sex. When he found out he didn't even have to penetrate or take off his clothes? He was sold. It turns out Belphie's really big on making out while dry humping. Even though uh with the way he's dressed most of the time, you couldn't really call it completely dry. But at least he's fine with doing this, in fact he may want to only have vanilla sex from this day onward. The less work to please you and him? The better. Plus the long sleeping sessions together was his favorite part.

Asmodeus: MC figured he'd be the most difficult to explain this too. By now they had tried almost every position Asmo could think of, almost every kink and hours of banging each other combined. But when MC brings up wanting something more vanilla, this is no issue for the usual unhinged King. He's setting up candles, aromatherapy, massaging MC's shoulders and being really gentle with them. Who knew that he could take something like thighfucking and make it absolutely romantic and intimate? He even shortens the amount of time that he's making love to MC, giving them even more of a recovery time. This is a new side to Asmo that MC likes and while they know it's temporary, at least they are enjoying it as much as possible.

[satangcrush]

Hi hi hiiiii ♡♡♡

In your solomon marrige post, you mention Diavolo would WANT to elope, but couldn't because of being prince. He would be sooo pouty about it though, like, Lucifer would probably leave their meetings with a headache from Dia complaining about it. (One of Dia's homescreen lines is him saying Lucifer told him off for talking about how beautiful MC is lmao). Idk you've just put this in my mind and I cannot stop rotating him!!

Long way of saying I love your writing, have a great day!!

“Have you ever thought of getting married?” He asks you one day, face stern with curiosity.

You bark out a laugh haphazardly after the silence settles in the air for a beat too long. You’ve thought of this question a billion times but haven’t had the guts to let it play out in your head for too long.

“Why the sudden question?”

Diavolo shoves the sleeves of his shirt up, and you can’t help but stare in dry-mouthed silence. The ink splatters on his finger catch your attention, and you move to grab a tissue to wipe it for him.

“I’ve been thinking about it.” He confesses into the air, ears tinged with a red hue.

You thought the topic had been over: blinking in surprise as you smoothed the tissue over the pad of his index finger. It was a wonder how he still managed to get messy even when he was trying to be careful. You kind of want to lick the ink off.

“You have?” 

The declaration makes your stomach flip in on itself but you quickly squash it down. You know your place well enough. Though, the small thing called hope flutters in your heart.

He nods, presence commanding in a way that makes your skin tingle. You shuffle in your seat, waiting for him to add more. He tilts his head, tired eyes crinkling at the corners with that honeyed smile; you have come to recognise was meant only for you.

“In fact, Lucifer told me to talk to you.” He admits softly, forgoing the pen in his grip to wrap his hands around yours. “He said he was tired of hearing me go on about the same thing.”

“Is that why Lucifer has been in a deplorable mood lately?” You questioned, faking an air of nonchalance as you subtly pinched the skin of his finger. He wiggles the appendage, stopping your motions instead.

“Probably.” He shrugged, a little too casually for your liking.

You hummed, a coy tune you had picked up from Luke while baking with the sweet angel. A cheery ring that probably didn’t suit the situation at hand but you were nervous, placing the other hand on your heart. The prince briefly scans your face before tugging you nearer to him.

“Do you think it’s possible to avoid Barbatos for one full day?” He whispers into the crook of your neck. You could practically feel the pout against your skin. It makes you shudder.

You cross your arms behind his neck, staring at the ink splatter that has now smudged onto your own fingers. We can, the irrational part of your brain urges you to blurt out.

“I can’t answer that.” You say instead.

The unspoken answer floats in the air for a second before Diavolo smashes it with his jolly voice. You hate it in times like this.

“Right.” He pulls back to look at you, an almost imperceptible frown pulling on his face. You soften, unlocking your fingers to cup his face gently. “A prince can only dream right?”

With great effort, you curved your lips into a smile — wobbly at the edges as you continued to knead at his face.

“The future ruler of the Devildom comes with great responsibility.” You teased but his face remained stony, eyes cloudy with thought. You both know the underlying meaning of your words. “Don’t worry too much about it.”

(Don’t forget your duty to the Devildom, Diavolo repeats in his head. A mantra drilled into him ever since he could remember. He wishes for more than what he could have. 

Wasn’t a ruler supposed to be greedy?)

“I’ll work on it.” He stirs, bringing his hands up to place them over yours. You see the glint of determination sparking in his eyes. “I’ll do it for you.”

“For us.” He repeats, leaning in until the tip of your noses are barely touching.

You’re at a loss for words, only managing to nod before he closes the distance, darting his tongue out to lick at your lips. You pull back after a few seconds, his words still heavy on your mind.

“Okay.” You mumble, turning your head as he continues to place chaste kisses at the edge of your lips. “I believe in you.”

You watch as his face lights up into a smile.

“Watch me.” He pulls you in for a hug, one that knocks the breath out of you. “I love you.”

You want to say something in return but you opt for squeezing him back in tandem. 

He already knows your heart anyway.

edit - day 11 for @om-adventcalendar

[cloudcountry]

the burdens of royalty

Genre/Tropes: Established relationship, MC and Diavolo are married.

Summary: the weight of both the devildom and the human world are on your shoulders. if it wasn't for diavolo, you would have given up a long time ago.

Author's Comments: diavolo has a very tough job. every time he said he adores mc or that one time he confessed his love to them i panicked because thats so much. its heavier than the brother's "i love you" because hes ROYALTY and its a lot of take in.

i also find myself thinking about what his affection means for mc in the long run. i mean, surely diavolo has suitors. there are obviously higher up demons like the brothers (and maddi, that one witch that pursued diavolo so aggressively it was...icky.) for diavolo to actually pursue mc, i can't imagine what would happen when those same demons figured that out. if they were to make their relationship official or even get married, mc would probably need a bodyguard 24/7 because demons are OBVIOUSLY not chill with humans (like every single brother threatening mc and especially belphegor, although his circumstances were different because they involved lilith.)

anyways i'll be quiet, i hope you enjoy C:

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It wasn’t easy being you.

Your now husband would always tell you that being him wasn’t easy, but now that you share the burden of his position, does that not also apply to you?

It came as quite a shock to the entire Devildom the day your engagement was announced—to think, the Prince of the Devildom, marrying a human! The demon aristocracy would have had your head if they weren’t so terrified of Barbatos. You were called many things (a manipulator and a cheat being among your favorites. Really, the higher ups in demon society would know too much about manipulating their way up the social ladder.) It was like they could comprehend that you just wanted to be with the man you loved, and that race and position and titles meant absolutely nothing to do with it.

If nothing else, you suppose being human was the easiest thing they could target. It shielded Diavolo from most of the backlash, at any rate. The last thing you ever wanted was for the public to lose their trust in him (and never give his ideals for the three realms a chance.) The fact that he only wanted the best for them seemed to fly right over their heads, as if Diavolo was just as untrustworthy as you, the foreign soul from another realm.

You, now their ruler, too.

But that’s exactly why you had to clench your teeth and bear it, bear the shimmering dresses and horned guests and Barbatos breathing down your neck so nobody would even think of attacking you. Snide remarks about your clothing of choice were met with “my husband picked it out, actually,” comments about how delicious your flesh smelled were ignored but met with a stern glare from your bodyguard, greetings that sounded so fake and that were obviously meant to butter you up were laughed at just as falsely.

Is this what it meant to be a royal?

“I apologize, My Liege. This ball runs til midnight. I assure you that you may retire to your chambers once this is over.” Barbatos whispers, strategically whisking you away from a group of demonesses muttering to each other and staring at you.

“Thank you.” you try to smile, but it probably seems like more of a wince than anything, “My feet are killing me. And the guests are just as bad.”

He smiles back sympathetically, and although he isn’t touching you at all, you can still feel the warmth emanating from him. Though the Avatars of Sin fear him, Barbatos has always been nothing but kind to you. You wonder if it has something to do with Diavolo, or if he really is that cruel. You suppose it doesn’t matter, whether you’re naive or not, because the fact of the matter is that you have the man Barbatos is loyal to encased in an eternal matrimonial vow. There is no way Barbatos would attempt to harm you.

“I will run you and My Lord a bath once this event is over.” he promises, and you can only sigh with relief when you notice he’s lead you outside, were the amount of people is nowhere near what it is inside, “Do you have a preference for which aromatherapy scent I use?”

“Use whichever one Diavolo chooses.” you reply, knowing he’ll be just as tired.

Barbatos laughs, a sound so full of mirth it makes you happy, too.

“I am sorry if that was out of line, My Liege. I was just amused by the coincidence. My Lord said to select whichever scent you would like.” Barbatos chuckles.

You find yourself laughing too, despite how nasty the demons around you treat you every time you hold one of these balls. It’s so sweet and considerate and just so Diavolo. You wish you could hug him right now and thank him for always trying to be a better man for you. He doesn’t seem like he will ever realize that he’s enough already, which simultaneously warms and breaks your heart.

He really thinks too highly of you. You’re not that special.

Barbatos leads you to a bench and gestures for you to sit. You do so without complaint, and before you can say anything he’s on his knees and massaging your calves. You feel yourself heating up in the face (because you still feel like he shouldn’t be doing these things for you), but you’ve learned a while ago that he takes pleasure in serving people. So you let him do his thing.

Part of your flustered state is also embarrassment, and despite your best efforts you cannot stop your eyes from darting around the gardens to check if anyone is paying attention to you. Thankfully, they all seem enraptured by an illusionist hired for the event who’s stationed in front of the grandiose fountain. He keeps making wispy demonic figures swallow running humanoid figures whole.

You’re used to this.

Another servant comes by, one by the name of Marie Anne. You know her well. Diavolo has always been very kind to her, offering her a life away from the downright cruel aristocratic family she had before. You don’t know the details, and you don’t ask. It’s not your place.

The demoness curtsies and smiles, offering you a bubbling glass of Demonus. It can’t get you drunk, but it can be refreshing. You take it and thank her. Her cheeks turn pink and she curtsies again before scurrying towards the crowd of demons watching the illusionist.

It’s funny how some demons could be so kind and others so nasty. There were many similarities that they have with humans, whether they wanted to admit it or not.

You tell Barbatos that he can stop now, and he halts his motions and stands up immediately. You’re still not used to being pampered in such a way, so you thank him. He only smiles and tells you it’s not necessary.

“I believe this is why the servants are taking a quick liking to you.” he muses, “I hardly think they would be this receptive if My Lord had married a witch or a member of the aristocracy.”

“You really think so?” you say, feeling your cheeks burn again from the praise, “I…I’m not doing anything special.”

“A simple thank you goes a long way, My Liege.” he hums, a content smile on his face as he stands beside you.

You suppose he’s right. After all, you’ve only heard (and seen, you think bitterly) terrible things about the aristocracy. They’re rude and impatient and only ever think about themselves when it comes to policies that affect the entire Devildom. If they didn’t fear Diavolo so much they surely would have attempted to overthrow him by now.

Too bad, you think smugly, staring at the insolent illusionist again as he makes a smokey human child scream at a demonic creature emerging from an equally smokey closet, He would destroy all of you if you even tried.

You feel immature for the thought only seconds later. You’re a ruler. You need to get your act together—you can’t be just as bad as them.

“My Liege, it’s almost time for the first official dance of the night.” Barbatos bows to you, swooping his hand gracefully towards the ballroom, “Would you like to reconvene with My Lord?”

“Please. I thought I would never get to see him tonight.” you groan, attempting to walk off the slight cramp in your calf as you follow Barbatos back into the fray.

The second your shoes hit the shiny flooring and make that click clack sound, there are shimmering eyes drawn to your form. They snap away as soon as they look, though, and whether it’s disgust or fear of Barbatos you don’t know. It doesn’t matter though, because finally you’ll get to see your beloved after he’s been mingling with the aristocracy all night. It isn’t hard to find him either, because amidst all the other clumps of beautiful demons you can clearly see an even bigger clump closer to the center.

You don’t even have to mumble awkward ”excuse me’s” as they all step aside for you (mostly for Barbatos though, as he’s leading the way and they’ve already made it plenty clear that they do not respect you) and before you know it, you’re standing in front of your beaming husband and a rather disgruntled Lucifer. He looks about as comfortable as you do in your formal wear, though he doesn’t show it. It’s too bad you know him well enough to see past his facade and pick up on all his little mannerisms he would never allow anyone else to see.

You spare him the teasing right now.

You try not to feel self conscious as you take your place by Diavolo’s side, a soft giggle leaving the lips of the demon you kiss goodnight every evening.

“Hello, my dear.” he whispers in your ear, stooping down to kiss your hand, “I’m pleased to see that you’re well. Have you been enjoying the festivities?”

Lie. Lie until you’re alone with him and can finally be yourself again.

“Yes, it's been lovely.” you lie through your teeth, a single drop of sweat sliding down the back of your neck as hundreds of pairs of eyes bore into you, “Barbatos has been most helpful. I’m incredibly thankful for him.”

Diavolo lights up like a little puppy dog at the mention of his butler’s name, and lets another loud laugh escape him. Despite his cheerful demeanor, you can still feel the hateful glares being directed your way. In the periphery of your vision, you can see Lucifer glaring right back at the demons behind you, and that gesture alone warms your heart. You are safe with these demons. Things will get better.

Even if better is in a few hours, when you and Diavolo will be in bed and he’ll spoon you and hold you tightly and whisper words of love and affection into your ear until you fall asleep. You discovered his habit for sleepy rambling relatively quickly after the wedding, and eventually you couldn’t sleep without it. If it wasn’t for his love, you surely never would have gotten this far with interrealm relations. If it had been anyone else, you would’ve given up.

Diavolo was the definition of shoot for the stars. He truly was an amazing demon.

“My dear.” he coos, eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiles that cheesy grin you know all too well and love far too much, “May I have this dance?”

He stretches a hand out for you to take, a symbol of how you two are bridging two realms together. Some of the people here tonight may think that’s the reason you two are doing this, that it's a diplomatic display to marry each other, but they’d be wrong. You know Diavolo isn’t the type to do something like that.

It’s like the demons in this palace tonight can’t understand that you two just love each other, and that's that.

And so you take his hand.

He sighs, a blissful sound that you know only you can produce from him, and sweeps you across the dance floor. His hand on your lower back is firm and unyielding, but it’s not possessive. Even when you were still living with the demon brothers, he never once overstepped any bounds.

Part of you wished he did.

It wasn’t just him that had wanted you two to spend time together.

You suppose that doesn’t matter anymore, not when his grip is so sure, not when his heartbeat is pounding in your ears as you rest your head against him, not when the demons and demonesses are moving out of your way. You know the respect is short lived and that they are only doing this for Diavolo, but that doesn’t stop you from enjoying it for now. Moments where a demon steps aside for a human are few and far between, but with you and Diavolo working together, you hope it will become more common.

“I love you.” you whisper to him, the words quiet enough so that only you two can hear them. You aren’t ready to declare such a vulnerable thing on your own, not when these demons have the strength to rip you apart.

And so Diavolo helps you, just as he always does.

“I love you more than anything.” he declares, his voice as loud as a blaring trumpet, a sharp contrast to your softness. You feel your face begin to burn, especially when you hear a murmur ripple through the crowd, but you cannot stop the wobbly smile on your face.

“Disgusting.”

“A human? Really? How will they rule us?”

“It would have been better if we stayed with our own kind.”

“What is Lord Diavolo doing?”

The ballroom begins to buzz and you feel yourself growing less and less sure of yourself. There are tears pricking your eyes, but you will them away. You cannot let them win.

And then, you see Diavolo’s form ripple. Wings sprout from his back and horns protrude from his head and there’s an uncharacteristically stern glare on his face as he fixes his malice at who you can only assume are the perpetrators.

You feel safe.

Maybe it’s a farce.

Maybe it’s make believe.

Maybe it’s temporary.

But Diavolo’s dream is possible, and you believe in him.

You just need to endure the burdens of royalty for him—the burdens he’s been bearing by himself for far too long.

[hellsslibrary]

Do you write twst and with a man mc? this is heaven, damn it. Is it okay to ask headcanons about householders and just their tastes in sex anyway? just regular headcanons about their sex🧕🏽👁💋

❀Headcannons about sex and preferences in it with housewardens❀

DNI: minors.

!!Warnings: praise, humiliation, worship(Vil), semi-public sex, oral sex, size difference kink, pet play, strangulation, sex toys, teasing, pulling hair, horns and tails, marking, masochism and sadism, sub/dom reader ( Vil, Malleus and Leona), overexcitement, chest play.

Riddle.

So... Switch with sub lean. Although he still loves being a dom, of course. I think that being a dominant is more comfortable for him, given his desire to be "perfect".

But in most situations he is still a sub, lol, or rather almost always. He is a virgin and I am just sure that he adheres to the idea like "My first and last sex will be with the very one partner I will be with for the rest of my days."

Soft/hard dominant or whiny sub. His mood for soft/hard just changes depending on his day, as well as his and/or your preferences (Although I suppose he prefers soft). But when he's a sub... It just happens at times when he wants comfort, affection and praise (almost always, lol)... Well, or at times when you want him to be a sub, of course.

He loves total control, no matter from your side or his. He finds something comforting in finally being the one in control or being controlled by the person he loves and trusts and who doesn't want anything bad for him.

Hence, the fact follows that he probably likes pet play. Well, really, what could be more relaxing than just being a master/pet for a loved one? However, I think he only likes an easy game of pet play. Something like leashes, collars, light commands regarding your/his animal, and so on. If you want to move the pet play to a more hard mode, he will have to be persuaded for a long time, if he agrees at all, of course.

Kink for praise... Do I even have to say such an obvious fact? He had been waiting for praise all his life, and received only reproaches. He wants you to praise him, tell him how good you feel because of his actions or words, wants to be recognized.

But also, if you have a kink for praise, then you are very lucky. Riddle more than willing to praise you if you're a good boy. He will shower you with praises, which, by the way, you love the most. That is, do you like it when your body or its individual parts are praised? Sure. Your character? Sure. Your actions or words? Uniquely.

Hm... When you go to a later (much later, lol) level of relationship and if you have a certain passion for boys in some suits or costumes, then maybe he will wear something for you, and only for you.

If you are by nature a very dominant person, but you easily give Riddle power, by the way, he appreciates it very much. But... You know, Riddle loves that dominant side of you. It's just so hot for him.

Especially, he loves it if at such a moment there is a mixture of rough pace or maybe some kind of pain game (although very minimal, this is not what Riddle likes) and praise. He loves how you fuck him roughly, but at the same time you praise him.

Although he's still a fan of gentle and slow sex, he's the prince of pillows, I suppose.

He will want to try everything with you that you want and offer at least once (something other than something very extreme and disgusting for him).

He cries a lot during sex, you can't change my mind. It's all so new to him, all these feelings, words, actions, touches... He is so happy, but it's all so unusual in a good way that he just can't stand it and these transparent droplets start pouring down his crimson cheeks.

Although he is quiet at first in bed. I suppose it all starts with a very quiet one, where you can only hear sighs, well, at most a quiet and short moan. And he ends up with loud moans and whining.

He will never agree to some kind of semi-public sex or any manifestation of it. He just hates it, he needs to keep his mask of a strict, diligent and perfect student. If someone finds out what he's like in the bedroom... no.

Although he doesn't mind a little teasing, but nothing more, buddy. :)

Kink on the difference in size... Well, really. He's literally 160cm/5'3, personally I'm almost 40cm/16 inches taller than him, he's so small, lol. Even if you are shorter than him or the same height as him, it will be very easy to awaken this kink, just say something like "your little body looks so fragile and small, Riddle..." and, fuck, he's yours.

Leona.

........ Well...... Dominant? Isn't this obvious? Although he is too lazy for this shit, so he will let you be the dominant if he does not have to do anything (although if you do order him, he will not be able to refuse).

He is just a pillow prince who will require you to do this or that, do this or that and so on.

Well, well, his ears and tail are obviously sensitive (I literally read about 8 articles on lions for the sake of this point, ahem). So pull his tail when you fuck him, he will moan like the last whore... Well, if you gently bite his ear or rub them, he will purr like a kitten. :3

Very possessive and possessive behavior (not a yandere though). It’s just that his animal nature simply won’t allow anyone to approach you. He will literally growl at anyone, even Crowley, damn it.

Which brings us to the next point - hickeys and bites, in general, marks. He fucking loves your marks on his body. It doesn't matter your teeth, lips, hands or something else. But even more, he loves HIS marks on YOUR (ahem, his, ahem) body... Just the sight of his hickeys, bites, scratches, bruises and marks on your body awakens in him his usual lion's pride.

You will take him where he wants and when he wants, this is not discussed (well, of course, public sex will not be your body only for his eyes, but semi-public - yes).

Kink for breeding. This is generally an obvious thing that many see and understand. He, excuse me, is literally an animal, especially a lion. Of course, he has something like a mating season. And in general, he is turned on by the idea that you might force him to become pregnant with your children / puppies.

He's a masochist, you won't argue with me. He loves when you take the initiative and power into your own hands (although he will never admit it, he is too proud for this). So choke him a little, slap, pinch, pull, bite and so on, he will like it.

But also, if you have any masochistic tendencies, he will gladly do the same with you. :p

He loves oral sex. Although he prefers when you do it to him, but if you ask him, he will not refuse, and on some days he may even do it himself. But I digress.

He loves your mouth, tongue and lips on his cock, the way you swallow his cock or tease him by licking his shaft all this hot.

Or rimming. He also loves your tongue in his hole when you greedily eat and lick it, which is why he squeezes your face with his hips.

He is quiet during sex, which is not surprising. The most that can be heard from him is low, hoarse groans or growls.

Although, if you can get him to cry from overexcitation or something, he will moan like a little girl.

Has a huge sex drive. He can fuck for a long, disastrously long time and not get tired of it. If you are like that too, then great, congratulations! But if not... Hehe.

He loves to tease you, no matter how. Does it rub against you in certain places, is it too active or something like that? Does he text you some perverted nonsense, send you a dirty voicemail or call, or even send you naked pictures of him? Does he walk in front of you in open clothes or without it at all? Does he twirl in front of your face certain parts of the body that you consider sexy? I could go on and on, but you get the idea.

He has sensitive nipples, by the way. He loves when you gently nibble, suck and lick his nipples. He always growls softly in response to this.

Azul.

He is a sub. What? Do you dare to argue with me? Nope. He is a submissive sub, let me dream, please. And he's also a virgin. (Maybe the contract would require him to give someone his virginity, hmm??? Give me that contract pl—)

Okay, my simp mood is over, although it will continue doubly on Malleus and Vil, so let's continue.

Surprisingly, he loves rough sex and the rougher aspects of masochism like spanking and even knife play. Has a high limit to pain, but a very low limit to falling into subspace, so be careful with that.

Kink to praise!! Drown out his self-doubt with tons of praise for him, millions of tons!! He will start crying for joy, really.

Although, also surprisingly, he has a kink of humiliation and/or insult. Something that shows or says that he is inferior to you in every sense and he is just a toy in your hands (although he must understand that you are saying this only for his and your pleasure and you are not serious).

He's... Loud. Not too loud, but I think he's the most vocal of the dorm leaders for sure. So, sometimes it's better to muffle his mouth if you don't want spectators (which he obviously doesn't want).

He is very sensitive. Therefore, he does not like teasing, he just starts to cry (from pleasure, of course, but still). So be careful with teasing or you'll bring tears to the poor little octopus. :(

Sex in the water, on the beach, in the bathroom or something like that. He's just more comfortable in his environment, so if you want to fuck the most relaxed Azul, fuck him in the water (Maybe with good luck or bad luck, depending on your fetishes, he'll even show his true form).

He is absolutely against you putting marks on him in a conspicuous place that cannot be hidden. He doesn't mind if anyone sees it. He objects if the twins see this and utter chaos ensues.

Random thought, by the way. Do you know these erotic moments during sex, when the heroes are fucking and one takes the glasses from the other, putting them on? So... Azul would have obviously liked it, he would have blushed at this, but then he would have laughed, playfully demanding the return of his glasses.

His hands are magical, in both senses of the word, obviously. Let's not talk about magic, let's just talk about handjob. Damn it, his hands will never match yours, I'm sure. His small, long and nimble fingers will know exactly what pace to work, where to tighten his grip a little, where your shaft is most sensitive and so on. (For trans boys it works exactly the same ;) ).

Definitely the most playful person before sex, I'm serious. He will be red as a newly blossomed rose, but will continue to say whatever he wants despite his own embarrassment, and then turn into a real sensitive water lily.

Semi-public sex, yes. He's a busy man, after all. His deals, shifts at the restaurant, college, twins, and so on. So sex in places where you can be seen or heard in general is a fairly frequent guest.

And another random thought. You know those moments where someone is sitting under a table giving oral sex to another person? So... If you try to do something like that to Azul, he will obviously be red as a tomato, but surprisingly he will keep almost the same voice, only occasionally stuttering and pausing.

I'm guessing his contracts might have given him a "you have to pay for everything" outlook on life (although he probably doesn't always go by that, obviously, almost never, to be exact), but for you...

For example, take him to a cafe and feed him his favorite fried tofu and you might be in for a surprise depending on your tastes. :)))

He has a fetish for sex when you're engaged or married, seriously. He finds something so hot that he can call you his husband and himself your husband (or wife, if you prefer) ... Your wedding night will clearly be one of your best lovemaking.

Kalim.

My innocent sunny, he is a virgin who is ready for anything! You will never find someone who is willing to please you more than he is.

Which brings us to the point that he is a sub. Like, really, he likes to please you, so he will gladly obey any of your orders and requests. (And will also become dominant if you wish, but he himself is unlikely to come to such a decision)

He will definitely dance these Arabic dances for you, like belly dancing. Well, eventually... Imagine him in this costume for such dances, dancing for you with his sweetest smile and the way he moves smoothly right to the beat of the music... Bellisismo.

An unambiguous kink on the difference in size. Like he's so small and fragile, just such a miracle. Even if you are the same height or size as him, or even lower... Well, hope you at least have a big ego, lol.

He just gets excited about the size difference when he sees your big body towering over him or, for example, your big hands sliding over his tanned body, he just wants to explode with excitement and love for you!

He is definitely a fan of playful and loving sex, no matter rough or gentle. I just think that fucking seriously is not for him, but he will not arrange a circus, of course. He just likes to make a joke here or there to look at your smile and hear your laugh and won't mind if you want it too.

Sex on the magic carpet... I do not know, the fan fiction that I read as a child about Aladdin and Jasmine is too entrenched in my memory, I guess. So imagine you are flying on this carpet plane, and here you are fucking on it while he is trying to grab this carpet, but remembers that he can't, otherwise you will fall or crash into something. Extreme? I agree, but it's good! (Well, if you want to die, of course)

He loves riding you. Like... He finds it funny and he's always happy to do it. He finds something very attractive in this position, squeezing your chest and your abs/stomach while he rides your cock with a satisfied smile.

He loves to kiss! And it doesn't matter where. Lips, cheeks, nose, forehead, neck, chest, stomach, legs, arms, and more intimate parts. He just loves playful kisses or passionate kisses, it's so cute that you can exchange your germs and saliva with each other!

If you have a kink for praise, then bravo, you hit the jackpot. This boy is ready to praise you for everything! He loves to compliment you, especially if he can see your smile, blush or something else.

But if you like to give praise... Then please! He also loves receiving it, as well as giving it, he will blush and giggle sweetly, saying something like "Thank you, but I'm sure you're better."

Also copes very well with getting humiliated. He will gladly accept from you some humiliating nicknames or some small humiliating things, but do not go beyond his limits too much, he is sensitive to this and there is a fine line that separates it.

I want to fuck him only in his huge sweatshirt from his school uniform, so now you too. He would whine so sweetly, his body is kind of covered, but he understands that you can see every part of him even through this jacket and... yeah.

And another strange thought (Kind of foot fetish!!! Yes, I am a vile person in some way, what you expected). You know this tradition in Islam about washing your spouse's feet, right? And so... I saw the art where Jamil washed Kalim's feet and... fuck, now I want to too. Pour this water with rose petals on his feet and wash them with water until he relaxes and giggles from a light tickling on his feet...

Vil.

Well, I do not know. I can regard him as either a power bottom or a bratty sub. No other options are given, in any case, he behaves like a complete bitch. It just depends on what you like or from his mood.

Kink for praise. Or rather worship, given that his ego is higher than the Burj Khalifa ... But he just melts from any of your compliments, and even more so worship, although he still makes that bitch face and says something like "I already I know, of course I'm the most beautiful in the world, but thank you, you ... You are beautiful too".

He is both a sadist and a masochist at the same time. It all depends on whether he is power bottom or bratty sub. But consider both options for you perverts.

His sadistic side is obvious and strong considering he is written in the image of the Evil Queen. He will treat you like the last toy and whore, enjoying your suffering and tears, while you are obliged to worship him and you are obliged to understand that even a hair on his head is not worth you.

Or maybe his masochistic side. I doubt he'd settle for something that leaves scars or bruises or anything, considering he's supposed to be perfect, but if you torture him enough and end up leaving some sort of mark, he won't object later. He enjoys more verbal or painless masochism. Get him on his knees and stand over him, saying what a pathetic whore he is for you, although everyone considers him an ideal and lightly step on his cock and you will see how the precum flows down his tip~.

He'll put on whatever you want for you (as long as it's fashionable and doesn't look hilarious, of course). I mean... Do you want to see him in a particular outfit? He will gladly put it on, so he also shows off in front of you.

He loves to sit on your lap. Even if he is heavy for you (although if you literally die under his weight, then he will sit between your legs), he will still sit on your lap. After all, every queen needs his throne, so do your part, you pathetic pervert.

He loves sensory deprivation! It doesn't matter who takes and who gives (although he obviously loves to receive)... It's just that aggravation of feeling when he is blindfolded, maybe his ears are closed and he is tied up, and you can do anything with him, and he doesn't even know what just too exciting for him...

Maybe... Someday you both record homemade porn with the calculation of Vil that, given its popularity, it will collect a lot of views, likes and so on. But in the end, this video will only be left to you both, because "I look too disheveled, and sweat is running down my body and my makeup is slightly ruined ... No, I don't want anyone to see me in in such an ugly state... Except for you." He obviously looks sexy though, damn.

He loves to hickey and bite you, I guess he's quite a possessive person, so mark his property as he always loves it. But! He won't let you put hickeys and bites on him because his skin has to be perfect, but maybe... Only in hidden places he will agree.

Fuck him on his cosmetic table. Bend him over this table, put him j on the table, it doesn't matter at all. Especially if you do it unexpectedly. He'll just yell at you, but eventually give in to the sensations and maybe even ask you to do it again in the future.

Damn, he will adore if you are stronger than him! He's already a damn strong boy, but if there's anyone out there who's stronger than him... Damn, he can already feel himself hardening. There is something hot for him that there is someone, much less his boyfriend, who can beat him in physical strength.

Sooner or later you will use one of the Vil potions in the bedroom. For example, something that enhances sensations, increases endurance, or something like that. He'll just want to try it and if you try it once you won't get away with it, he'll love it too much.

And again, a random thought in the end. Sex in front of a mirror! Well, yes, exactly that mirror "Mirror, tell me who is the most beautiful in the world." He will look at himself in the mirror with an absolutely fucked up expression and the way he desperately tries to grab onto the smooth surface of the mirror would look funny, I guess hehe.

Idia.

He is... Sub... Sorry, I can't see him as dominant at all. He is also a virgin, but with a lot of mental experience from watching hentai and reading.

So... Kink to the praise, which is obvious. Praise him, he fucking deserves it, and sexually and non-sexually, he's a good boy, so...

He is very loud, but most of the time he drowns out his moans because he thinks that someone will hear you and it would be so embarrassing for him! But you can ask him to moan for you, he will not refuse.

He has a lot of toys, I don't know why I think so, but for a man like him, I guess that's normal. And someday he will show them to you and... Let you do whatever you want with his huge collection of all sorts of different sex toys.

He is damn sensitive, every touch you make makes him burn in the literal and figurative sense. So it's very easy to overexcite him and even easier to make him cry from all these pleasant and mind-blowing sensations.

He is a pervert. Yes. And I guess he has a lot of weird kinks (I guess you kind of know what kinks I'm talking about, hehe). And he may even offer you something from his list, if he is convinced that it is somehow not disgusting to you.

Asphyxia. He loves choking, it makes him burn with excitement as soon as he feels your hand or something else squeezing his neck. He can come from this feeling alone.

You know, there are VR games with a sexual theme... And someday you will try it with him. Both of you won't feel anything, but you will both see everything and it will make him perhaps even squeal with embarrassment.

He loves to send you messages with some naked photos, sexy videos or voice messages with his moans. Even though he does it through embarrassment and throws his phone away right after, it's still his way of saying he wants something.

I have a strange urge to pull on his hair even though I'm aware that I might be left without an arm after that, but damn... I wonder how his fiery hair feels to the touch. So! Pull his hair (in some kind of fireproof gloves lol), he is moans so sexy from this...

He loves to give oral sex even if he is afraid of hurting you with his sharp teeth. It's just the feeling of his lips, mouth and throat tightening around your cock... He's ready to come from that feeling alone (although he's ready to come from just about anything).

He loves teasing in public. He will blush madly and mumble something under his breath when, for example, in a lesson you start rubbing him through his trousers or even get into his trousers and start playing with him. Or even that thing with vibrators in public, hehe ;).

Mmm, take him during one of his game matches, especially if it has voice chat. He will try so hard to be quiet and focus on the game, but your movements and touches are so exciting that he will just give up and give himself to you.

Role-playing! Do you have an idea that you would like to implement? He is all for it! And... He will also offer you some idea from some work that he has read or watched.

He has a strange fetish for your palms and fingers. And it doesn't matter what they are, small or large, smooth or calloused, and so on. He loves them anyway. The way your fingers slide over his body, rubbing his cock, fingering his ass, or the way your fingers play with his tongue... He's so whimpering, feeling and seeing it all.

And a random last thought... He draws porn or hentai or erotic drawings of you. And if you ever find that damn well-hidden sketchbook... He'll be so blushing and embarrassed! But then maybe he will offer you to make one of his drawings!

Malleus.

So... He's clearly one of the few who has any experience, even if it's just some regular vanilla sex. He's a submissive-leaning switch I guess, but he can also become a chic dominant if you so desire.

Pull his horns! They are very sensitive, especially at the obvious place where they connect to his head. He will moan so beautifully and sexually at this that you will think that you are in paradise.

It has a kink to the size difference. And you might say that Alain is crazy and talking nonsense, because Mal Mal is huge, but I'm taller than Malleus by an inch (!!!!!!!), so let's continue. He loves if you are the same height as him or slightly shorter than him or even taller. It really turns him on, like he's so huge and he probably hasn't seen anyone taller or bigger than him and voila. But if you are still some kind of very low people, you can just hang over his body, okay? This will work too.

Kink for feminization??? Like he is so strong and majestic Malleus Draconia and here he is sitting in front of you in some cute girly clothes, and you tell him that he is just beautiful, which makes him blush.

He has a huge tolerance for pain (I read somewhere that dragons have it). So if you are some kind of sadist or just love rough sex, then he is all yours, he loves that too.

Mhm... Shibari. Like imagine a shibari-style Malleus tied up with some kind of green or black ropes and gosh...

He's not the type to be embarrassed at all. Yes, he will blush, but do not be embarrassed. I guess getting him to be sexually embarrassed is something very difficult. So he's actually shameless, but within limits, of course.

Sex in hot springs. I saw an art with Malleus where he was lying in hot springs and damn, I can't get rid of the thought that I want to fuck him there. Like his chic and muscular body lying in hot water and this smirk of his when he notices how your gaze slides over his body and he kind of pretendedly innocently spreads his legs, chuckling... And... 😭.

He loves to tease you, yes. It doesn't matter, by the way, where, how and when. He just likes to push you to the limit so that you end up dragging him somewhere more secluded and taking him there.

He loves everything clichéd romantic! Like, you know, candles, rose petals, satin or silk linens and underwear on a person, muffled whispers and all that.

Mmm, tug on his tail during sex, he's about as sensitive as his horns, so he'll grab onto the sheets hard, arching his back with a wonderful and delicious moan of pleasure.

He loves if you leave hickeys and bites on him, no matter where you leave them, he loves them anyway! And, absolutely not shy, will demonstrate them.

And he himself loves to leave marks on your body from his long black nails. He loves to run his finger over your scratches from his nails and apologize for it.

He sometimes likes to have just ordinary, vanilla sex, where you enjoy each other, taking your time and praising each other, gently showing each other your love.

Somnophilia? He's the prototype of Maleficent, so... I don't know. Just the sight of your sleeping, peaceful face turns him on and if you let him do anything to you while you sleep, he will immediately jump on your cock with pleasure or he will give you oral sex, depending on his desires.

Fucking hair pulling kink. He loves it when you wrap his hair around your fist and pull it while you move roughly and abruptly in him.

He fucking loves it when you give him oral sex. Especially when you do it unexpectedly. For example, he is just reading a book and then he feels you take off his pants and start licking his cock or his ass and he will look at you in bewilderment, but then he will laugh quietly, stroking your head, allowing you to continue your business.

And the last thought in the end, as always. His tongue... Like a snake, but longer and thicker... And you can do what you want with this information. Your fingers, genitals, your own tongue and other parts of your body will be in heaven, as will you.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for bitching about fics I dislike on my blog?

as a foreword, this is kind of a non-issue and no one's ever told me to stop, but I'm curious what other people think of fandom etiquette.

the fandom: a fairly small one. 2.4k fics on ao3 small. I recognize most people posting in its tumblr tag small. if I tell you the name of the source you'd almost definitely be able to find me small.

the source: pornographic, which means everyone involved is or should be an adult. it's BL with a switch MC, but the fandom overwhelmingly prefers bottom MC/top LIs (love interests), to the point where I've had people be astonishingly rude to me because my favorite character is a bottom LI and some of my friends have been outright harassed for the same. I used to not care about sex positions in the slightest, but now when I see bottom MC fanworks I can't help but remember how poorly I was treated.

the fics: wildly and inexplicably popular, even though they are, frankly, poorly written. it's eternal bottom MC turned up to 11, complete with copious amounts of OOCness in order to turn every ship into the worst ye olde yaoi gender roles dynamic you can imagine. it's things like MC, canonically a 23yo plank of a dudeguy, being written as a big titted milf in his 40s (which is made more confusing by the fact that one of the LIs is already a big titted milf). it's also things like the MC being written as disliking sex and having to be coerced into it when one of the most charming things about him is that he's a hilarious sex pest, or writing the LIs sexually harassing the MC when they really would never do that. I've likened it to replacing the characters with OCs that share the same name and my friends have agreed with me. I'm honestly convinced that the author and his readers don't actually like any of the characters if they feel the need to change everyone so thoroughly.

why I might be an asshole: it's assholish to hate on free fanworks, and I've bitched about these fics on my public tumblr blog. the fandom is small enough that there's a non-zero chance of it getting back to the author and a reasonable chance that fans of the fics have seen my bitching. I'm probably projecting the hostility I've received onto someone who's done absolutely nothing to me, and I am absolutely just straight up jealous that their fics get better stats than mine. I may also be being an asshole to myself, because being critical of other people's fics has made my hypercritical of my own.

why I don't think I'm an asshole: I think everyone has the right to be bad at things, but I also think everyone has the right to be a little hater. I don't put the fandom tag on these posts; they stay on my blog and my blog alone, and if later on I feel like I was unfairly vitriolic I'll delete the posts. I only post on tumblr because I'm certain the author in question only uses twitter, which dramatically lowers the odds of him stumbling across my posts. the fics are so popular that it's definitely possible that their fans would see my posts, but I think it's unlikely that they'd bother looking at my blog because 99% of my posts are about one of the bottom LIs. I have never and would never leave comments on the fics themselves, and I generally try to keep the bitchy posts to a minimum; it's far from a constant thing.

tl;dr - I publicly bitch about fics that (in my opinion) are poorly written and extremely OOC, under the assumption that it's unlikely the author would ever see it. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[asofspades]

I'm making a list of my favourite Four HC

- He has a necklace made from a shard of the dark mirror to remember Shadow and a strand of his hair is dyed purple in his honour.

- I like to count Four swords and Four swords adventures as separate adventures, so he's been on 3 adventures.

- Four Swords personally would be literally Link and 3 copies of him, I like to consider this as if the clones you can make in Minish Cap just had a solid body and thinking ability but Link does go back to being the same at the end of the adventure

- Obviously I like to incorporate the FS manga to his last adventure and this time Link splits into four different beings each a main part of his personality but over the course of the adventure they sort of become their own person

- That's why I headcanon that Four isn't really link as he was before his last adventure, for me all of the colours went back together into one body but remained separate, they usually work together and that would be Four as we know him.

- Obviously I love the HC that we have seemed to collectively agree on that Four's eyes change colour depending on who's more dominant at certain points.

- I do think that sometimes not all of them are driving the wheel together and that might be because they just went through a moment that required a lot of one of the specific colours or they're in disagreement

-That leads me to the HC that Four gets migraines when the colours are not in sync, which is another one most of the fandom seems to share.

- I'm also a fan of the "dark portals scramble the colours and thus Four" collective HC

- particularly I like to think that Four is both distrustful of dark magic because of the whole Vaati resurrecting and Ganon thing, and the soldiers and his father being controlled by that magic but also it makes him sad because it reminds him of Shadow's magic

- Also, while I HC that Vio was the closest to Shadow for obvious reasons I think when they merged into Four their memories and feelings were instantly registered by each other and now the other colours also appreciate Shadow for more than just sacrificing himself for them and Hyrule.

-I like to HC that he was almost the same age as Time was in OOT for his first adventure, as a bonus I like to think his bday is on the Picori Festival day which adds an extra layer of depth to both the beginning of his first adventure and his relationship with the Minish

- Following that logic I like to HC him as being freshly 8 y.o for his first adventure, around 11 for the second and almost 14 for the 3rd, and as such I love the idea that Vio and Shadow kind of developed crushes on each other.

- On that same note, since we can see Link as a soldier in the FS manga, but obviously there's only his Grandpa in MC, I like to HC that his father was deployed somewhere far away from Hyrule for diplomatic reasons (he's the captain of the royal guard after all) and he comes back after the first adventure. He gets told about what his child did and decides him joining the Royal Guard would be a good idea

- Following the previous HC, I like to think Link is not really enthusiastic about joining the Royal Guard because my boy got raised by his very cool blacksmith Grandpa who loves him very much and he's a little blacksmith at heart. Which kind of explains why he looks a bit done about being part of the royal guard, aside from the fact that he's literally saved Hyrule on his own before. That is also the reason he's so proud to be a blacksmith but never talks about having been in the Royal Guard.

- This is a more niche HC but since Four's era is way before OOT and way after SS I like to think the legal age changes a lot and so I HC that in Four's Hyrule you're considered an adult at around 14 so he's already working an paying taxes and is of marring age by the time he joins the chain.

- That brings me to another point and it's that I HC Four to be 16 in linked universe (I think that one's also pretty much shared by the fandom) but since legally he's been an adult for 2 years he gets thrown off by people calling him "kid" despite technically being the second youngest, he's a kid in basically everyone's time but his and I find that idea hilarious.

- Another commonly shared HC, four hasn't grown or has barely grown a cm since his first adventure because he overused minish magic, I like to add a twist and since you also turn into a minish in FS I like to think he grew a tiny bit between his first and second adventures but the overuse during the 2nd one was what did him in.

- Another HC is that four can in fact use the minish magic by himself, making him one of the Links with innate magic ability. Going a step further I think both Hyrule and Time can detect some Fae magic emanating out of him due to his entrenchment with the minish and his earring and sword (after all the four sword was forged form the remains of the Picori blade), Legend can sense some light magic coming off of him (he can canonically use innate magic and is attuned to magic artifacts) and Twilight can sense something similar to Midna's magic and the twilight mirror due to the dark mirror shard necklace Four carries.

Technically Wind can use light magic just because but I like to think he senses magic but really doesn't know what he's sensing at all because nobody bothered to explain magic to him even though he uses it a lot and often.

- okay, the shield think, we know the Shield in WW and MC are quite literally the same shield. And while I support people who have the whole "wind is Four's descendant" HC, for me personally I think people just knew it belonged to a hero and the people who found it after the great flood decided to keep it and it ended up becoming a family heirloom. Particularly they just mention that it belonged to a hero, and it's the first and only time that they don't mention that hero being the Hero of Time like they do in every other instance.

- the Palace of the Four Swords is a tricky one because me personally, I like to think that Four's soul is tied to his sword not only because he forged it but because of his second and particularly his 3rd adventure. Thus, when he dies he turns into a sword spirit and in the downfall timeline the sacred realm becomes the dark world and all inside it becomes corrupt and the sword that has been resting there for eras along with it's spirit gets corrupted as well prompting the events that happen at the FS palace in ALTTP.

- personally I like to think that since the Sacred Realm gate never opens in the child timeline the sword just rests in it's palace (built out of the elemental sanctuary that became the four sword sanctuary) along with it's spirit. And for the adult timeline it just rests underwater along with the rest of the old Hyrule forever undisturbed.

I find it really tricky that the splitting of the timeline ends up affecting previous heroes in the long run but it makes sense.

-Also, because SS takes place way way before MC I like to think the story of Sky is barely known outside of the Royal Family who might know a bit just because it's tied to their very existence. However I find that I like the idea that the people of the sky do know a version of said story and are descendants of the skyloftians who never took to the surface and that's why after living on the surface for a while by themselves they decided to go back to the skies and build a city on the cloud tops. Coincidentally since the Minish did come form the sky as well they might know about those stories. I think the molemits found in the wind ruins might be a version of the mogma mits from SS and the gust jar might have been inspired by the gust bellows from SS.

- Take I like, the blue ocarina in OOT that seems to be an heirloom of the Royal Family is in fact the Ocarina of Wind from MC, timeline wise it is the earliest apparition of that ocarina. My personal HC is Four gives it to Zelda either as a parting gift before parting on a trip where he ends up dying or he simply has it on his will to give Zelda that ocarina when he dies. With time the Royal Family unknowingly or knowingly infuse it with the power of the Goddess giving it the abilities we see in OOt and then in MM but, by the time it gets found by Legend in ALTTP is has basically lost all abilities except for the one to call a bird to bring you places. Personally I like to think that in the fallen timeline since the ocarina is in Link's hands when he fails it gets lost after being used to open the sacred realm and a regular someone ends up finding it prompting the side quest you do in ALTTP to get it.

- I also think that Four's relationship with his father is a bit rocky since he left the Royal Guard to become a full time blacksmith.

Some Colour headcanons

- Red enjoys using the fire rod but he doesn't like when people mess around too much with fire in forest because it reminds him of the third adventure

- Blue hates the cold because of the time he was encased in ice during the 3rd adventure

-Green has a need to save everyone because he still feels like he failed people during his 3rd adventure

- Vio likes to act all smug about his traitor act but he actually feels very bad about having tricked and betrayed shadow and he feels guilty that Shadow sacrificed himself after having been betrayed.

- Green also blames himself for Shadow and he finds it hard to be around their father because of the whole 3rd adventure.

[zziridian]

When it comes to you they can't help but be utterly smitten from your smile to the way your hair frames your face they love you.

NOW expressing their love is a completely different story

Love languages (brothers additions)

Lucifer knows how he comes off to most he cold and unfeeling the demon lords merciless right hand man but with you he's simply Lucifer an overprotective brother who shows love through acts of service for the most part But when it comes to you words of affirmation are his go to but he wouldn't be the avatar of pride if he didn't claim you.

"My beautiful MC, you are simply exquisite"

Mammon, for as often as people call him selfish, it's simply not true or well not as true as they make it out to be. But when it comes to you, he loves to shower you in gifts. He thinks he slick, but he's not and he definitely doesn't have a mental list of all of his family and friends likes and dislike and you definitely not on the top of that list what do you take him for a simp? He is we all know it

"Hey Mc, I saw you look'n at this the other day and well I had a little extra on me so I got it for you" he pick up a few extra modeling gigs to get it

When it comes to leviathan, most people tend to assume that he simply doesn't participate in such silly normie activities. They'd all be wrong for he likes to give you gifts, and like to talk to you, But above all else he simply like to be with you it's doesn't really matter what you guys are doing he just likes to be with you.

"Hey MC, a new season of that show you love just dropped! WE HAVE TO BINGE IT"

Love is a difficult emotion for Satan, being born from wrath he never found it necessary to love not in the way others did, he did love his family and that was it for a very very long time, he was OK with that, or he thought he was then you came along. His world was flipped upside-down and truth be told he didn't want it to go back. He wants to hold on to you and be by your side. For Satan he found that cats show their love by head butting he tried that a few times but found he prefers to kiss you much more.

Together, you sat in his arms as he reads to you as the language of demons is not the easiest to read when one is not accustomed to it luckily for you Satan will read it to you with him you never have to feel out of the loop.

Asmodeus has never been afraid to love unlike his brothers he welcomes love with open arms. And why shouldn't he? People are always throwing themselves at him it be rude not to acknowledge them at least. But everything they said was enthusiastically empty platitudes. They like how he looked. Asmo knows he's hot and is proud of it. Then a human came along who was unaffected by his Beauty. He won't lie at first he was very insulted by this but the to of you talked and talked he found himself absolutely entranced by you. He thought he had to be more beautiful for you to truly fall but when you told him that you couldn't care less about how he looked that he was sweet and kind. He thought you were full of shit but you said it over and over again how he was more than his looks. He soon found himself believing your words. He was happy you took the time to know him when nobody else cared enough too.

Beel is a sweetheart. Ask anyone who knows him, and they'll agree, though they tend to undermine this fact about him. Unlike his brothers he's never been afraid to show that he loves someone with belphie he'll carry him whenever he needs to with asmo he'll carry his brother copious amount of bags from shopping with lilith he'd listen to her, it didn't matter what she wanted to talk about he'd listen when it came to you it's much the same as anyone else he cares for he'll carry this or grab this off of a high shelf. He liked to see your smile when he did anything . He tends to look out for the well-being of those he loves you are not an exception did you eat? Have you had enough water? He's a caretaker at hearts

Love used too come easily to belphie, he loved to nap, he loved his family he even loved humanity. Life soon taught him that love can hurt, love wasn't fun anymore it just hurt, he told himself that he wasn't going to love again or well anyone new or anything it'll just hurt won't it. He loves his brothers they wouldn't hurt him. For belphie love and trust go hand in hand if he trust someone he loves them and well if you trust him that must mean you love him right? He took advantage of that trust and deeply regretted it yet you still tried to talk with him, you helped him talk things out with his brothers. He would be lying if he said he didn't love you. But why would you love him. He broke your trust he doesn't deserve your love right. Wrong you told him that sure you were very pissed and yes he broke the trust you put into him. Yet you still told him that you cared you held him as he cried he loved you it was something he couldn't deny.

Lucifer- words of affirmation, acts of service

Mammon- gift giving,quality time

Levi- quality time all the way

Satan- physical touch,quality time and acts of service

Asmo - physical touch, words of affirmation

Beel- acts of service, quality time

Belphie- quality time physical touch

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC’s Lucien - Flavor Date - English Translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

It feels like all my other senses are being fully engaged and heightened by him as well.

As Lucien and I taste the same flavors, my eyes are filled with Lucien, my ears hear only his voice, my nose is enveloped by Lucien's lingering fragrance…

In my heart, there's only Lucien.

Translation under the cut!

[T/N: This date has a theme that is a kind of continuation to his car UR MQ, [On Fire MQ]; So please give it a read if you haven’t! I personally love this date because it’s sort of role reversal for them? I think Lucien truly understands her struggle here because he used to go through the same thing (losing his ability to sense the world around him to some degree) before meeting her :” So he sincerely wants to help her regain them]

[Subbed Video]

[Transcript Ver]

=[Part 1]=

Waiter: We used horseradish cheese sauce and basil pesto in this dish, resulting in sour and spicy flavors. Please enjoy the meal.

The waiter eloquently introduced us to the newly served exquisite dish. Lucien nods and takes a bite.

Lucien: Mm, the sour and spicy flavors make the ingredients themselves taste more refreshing. It's delicious.

Watching Lucien savor the dish so attentively, I also take a bite, my heart full of anticipation.

MC: Uhh…

MC: [unconsciously frowns in disappointment]…ah…

Seeing my slight frown, the waiter immediately becomes a bit nervous.

Waiter: Madam, is there something you're not satisfied with about our dish? Please feel free to share your feedback…

MC: No, no, the flavor is quite good!

I wave my hand, signaling to the waiter that he doesn't need to continue attending to us. After he leaves, I turn to Lucien and let out a long sigh.

Lucien: [chuckles] How did your face turn so sour* while eating?

MC: Ugh, it's all because of my tongue…

Last week, the flu virus spread explosively through the company, and I unfortunately became one of its victims.

By the time I finally managed to break the fever and stop coughing, I discovered I had developed a bit of an "aftereffect."

My sense of taste... has undergone a subtle change.

MC: I can clearly tell that this dish is sour, and that dish is salty, but no matter what I eat, there's no lingering flavor…

MC: Lucien, I finally understand what 'taste like cardboard’ means!

I listlessly poke at the food in front of me with my fork as I speak. Seeing me like this, Lucien can’t resist chuckling.

Lucien: [chuckles] It’s indeed painful for our gourmet Miss MC not to be able to experience the deliciousness of the food.

MC: The pain doesn't stop there.

I can't help but start counting on my fingers, listing them one by one.

MC: You have no idea how expensive and hard to book this private kitchen is!

MC: I booked a month in advance, battling countless scalpers on their app, and finally managed to snag a VIP table for two.

MC: I specifically chose today to celebrate the end of your research project…

MC: Argh, and I was even planning to take you to try out this newly opened specialty cocktail bar after this meal!

Before I can finish my grumbling, Lucien suddenly takes hold of my fingertips.

Under the warm light, his smile is gentle and clear.

Lucien: So, are you regretting the money you spent, the loss of your taste, or the fact that our date isn't going as planned?

MC: You tell me.

I hook my finger around his, pouting justifiably*.

MC: Can the clever Professor Lucien help me think of a way to turn this "tasteless" date into something more "flavorful"?

Lucien tilts his head slightly, pondering seriously for a moment.

Lucien: Then let's change our date plans. After dinner, let's do something that doesn't require a sense of taste.

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[T/N]

Fun fact, him finally reaching the end of his important research project is something that also recently happened in main story SO yeah imo main story and dateverse are indeed connected-

*: Lucien uses the word "苦瓜脸" (bitter melon face - kǔguā liǎn) to teasingly describe her facial expression😂It is a Chinese idiom used to describe someone who looks unhappy or has a sour expression. It implies that her expression resembles the bitter, wrinkled appearance of a bitter melon!

**: The phrase used here is 理直气壮 (lǐ zhí qì zhuàng) which is a Chinese idiom that describes someone confident and assertive, often due to having a strong justification for their actions or words. It literally translates to "reason is straight, spirit is strong.". MC feels wronged because the date doesn’t go as planned, so she assertively challenges Lucien to ‘turn the tasteless date into something flavorful’ and feels justified to do so~

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=[Part 2]=

After leaving the private kitchen, I hand full control of the date over to Lucien with complete peace of mind.

We stroll along the riverside path, petting kittens at pet stores, gathering flowers still damp with evening dew, and finally arriving at a used bookstore.

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MC: Lucien, is this the book you've been looking for?

Lucien: [with a surprised tone] Where?

Lucien takes the old book from my hand and flips through a few pages, his eyes light up noticeably, and a surprised smile appears on the corner of his mouth.

Lucien: [delightful gasps] It really is this one... good thing you have a keen eye; If it were up to me, I'd have definitely missed it.

MC: Heh, I have a keen sense for anything related to you.

I proudly nuzzle against his arm and then lean my head against him.

The bouquet in my arms, the faint scent of ink mingling with the fragrance of Lucien's clothes, all lingered around my nose, drawing a contented sigh from me.

Lucien: [chuckles] What's wrong?

MC: It's nothing. I just suddenly realized that although my sense of taste wasn't indulged today, all my other senses have been thoroughly delighted thanks to your arrangements.

MC: I'm really happy, so I want to cuddle up to you for a bit.

Lucien lowers his head at my words, a hint of smile playing at the corner of his lips.

Lucien: [chuckles, then whispers softly] I'm also very content and happy today, and I don't want to just ‘cuddle’ with you.

I understand the meaning behind his words and deliberately elongate the end of my tone.

MC: [interesting word choice you got there MC] Ah, it's not really appropriate in a bookstore, is it~?

MC: I'm also feeling a bit tired now. Shall we head home?

Lucien: [chuckles] That's just what I was thinking.

I carry the flowers, and Lucien carries the old book as we head home together.

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As soon as I push open the door, I notice a pile of delivery boxes stacked next to the shoe cabinet. Lucien also notices my gaze and starts to explain.

Lucien: They're all your packages.

Lucien: I happened to run into the delivery person on my way out, so I signed for them.

MC: Ah, I don't recall buying anything recently?

Lucien: Hmm… it seems MC was indeed a bit out of it from the fever a few days ago.

Lucien picks up the scissors to open packages, struggling to suppress the laughter in his voice.

Lucien: That night, weren't you a bit out of it from the fever, refusing to go to bed, and ended up watching a bunch of food live streams?

Lucien: [his tone when he imitates the notification sound asjjxjdjdkl] During that time, I heard a lot of ‘ding ding ding, payment successful’.

MC: —I remember now!

Heat rushes to my face in an instant, and I bury my face in my hands, feeling a little embarrassed

MC: …As expected, it was a combination of cravings, impulsive shopping, and a viral invasion that left me with no rationality at all.

Lucien: I actually think it was a good thing that the food livestream distracted you that night, so you didn’t feel so uncomfortable.

Lucien helps me take the snack bags out of the box, then soothingly takes my hand and leads me to the sofa to sit down.

Lucien: Besides, I'm also curious to know if these snacks are as delicious as the live streamers described them to be.

Remembering the live streamers' over-the-top expressions, I also get curious and take the initiative to tear open a bag of sandwich cookies first.

I chew and swallow with the utmost seriousness, but I can still only taste bland saltiness and sweetness.

Seeing my increasingly dejected expression, Lucien is about to offer words of comfort, but I quickly stuff the other sandwich cookie from the bag into his mouth.

Lucien: [confusedly] Um…?

I prop myself up on a pillow, lean closer to Lucien, and wink at him.

MC: Hehe, I want to watch you eat it.

MC: If you think it's delicious, then that means I think it's delicious too.

Mirroring my gesture, Lucien winks back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the cookie.

Lucien: [chuckles] So, you want me to be your ’tongue’ then?

MC: Exactly, you describe it, and I'll imagine it; that's not a bad idea either.

MC: Maybe if I keep imagining and imagining, my sense of taste will return as well.

Lucien can't help but smile, his eyes curving with amusement. He leans down and places a kiss on the corner of my lips.

Lucien: [kiss sound] I’ve noticed that a certain little foodie’s resentment towards not being able to enjoy delicious food has become as deep as a black hole.

MC: Haha, it's not that exaggerated…

Lucien: I completely understand how you feel, MC.

Lucien's sigh-like whisper overlaps with my words, swallowing my dry laughter entirely.

He doesn't say anything more, but I know he understands my current frustration and dejection.

I let out a long sigh, then bury my head in his chest affectionately, murmuring softly.

MC: I really want to get my sense of taste back soon…

Lucien: Then, how about we try making a plan to reawaken your taste buds?

MC: What?

Lucien: Taste buds are essentially signal receivers. When they malfunction, your brain also experiences cognitive errors, leading to a decreased sensitivity to taste.

Lucien: The tongue is most sensitive to sweetness first, then saltiness, followed by sourness, and finally bitterness.

MC: What about spiciness?

Lucien: Spiciness is actually a sensation of touch, not taste.

Lucien: How about we try this: starting tomorrow, you taste, and I describe. We can use synesthesia to try and awaken one flavor at a time?

MC: That might actually work. So, which flavor should we start with?

Lucien smiles, then unwraps a toffee candy, holds it between his teeth, and leans towards me.

Lucien: [chuckles, kisses, then whispers hoarsely] …Sweetness.

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=[Part 3]=

Perhaps because I'm looking forward to Lucien's ‘taste buds awakening plan’, I wake up really early without needing an alarm.

I yawn as I drag myself into the bathroom and find that Lucien is also washing up.

Lucien: Good morning. Have you decided where we'll carry out our plan later?

MC: There seems to be a highly-rated dessert shop on Floral Road. My colleagues have recommended it before. Let's go check it out.

I squeeze out some toothpaste and start brushing my teeth, continuing to chat with Lucien with my words slightly muffled.

MC: By the way, I happn to fearch for popular science articles 'bout tafe recobery before going to bed, it said… Lucien! Lucien! (By the way, I happened to look up some science on taste recovery before going to sleep, it said… Lucien! Lucien!)

Startled by my voice, Lucien immediately lifts his head from the towel.

Lucien: Hmm? What's wrong?

MC: I think I can taste a bit of toothpaste!

At this moment, I realize with a mix of delayed comprehension and crystal-clear certainty—my sense of taste seems to be gradually returning!

Lucien is momentarily stunned, then he also breaks into a chuckle.

Lucien: That's great, it seems like this afternoon we should be able to… Mmm.

The rest of his words are cut off as I pounce on him, kissing him. He widens his eyes slightly in surprise, but almost instantly, he happily accepts my lead.

I grasp his arm, and with a sense of satisfaction, I lick my lips.

MC: Did you taste it?

Lucien: Mm, it's the taste of white tea and pomelo.

MC: Right, right! Although it's faint, I can finally distinguish some of them now!

MC: I almost don't want to rinse my mouth.

Lucien's smile deepens as he hands the glass of water to me.

Lucien: Well, this classmate still needs to rinse their mouth. Otherwise, how will you be able to taste the deliciousness that's yet to come?

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Lucien: [teasingly] You look as nervous as if you're about to go to a job interview.

MC: Regaining my sense of taste is a big deal, of course I'm going to take it seriously!

I'm sitting up straight in the dessert shop, looking at Lucien with a serious expression on my face.

MC: On the other hand, does Professor Lucien have the confidence to be a good ‘tongue’ for me?

Lucien raises an eyebrow at me noncommittally, then picks up the menu.

Lucien: Hello, I'd like one macaron, one red velvet cake, one Basque cheesecake, one Napoleon pastry…

I watch Lucien expertly order a mountain of desserts, and I can't help but feel a little guilty.

MC: [worriedly] Wait a minute, can we really eat this much?

Lucien: No need to worry, if you can't finish them, just hand them over to me.

Lucien: Besides, you're still in the recovery phase of your sense of taste. Of course, you need to try as many different flavors of sweetness as possible in order to remember them well.

I nod in partial understanding. Soon, plate after plate of desserts are brought to our table.

Vibrantly colored jams, intricately patterned cream, and delicate little candies…

They are arranged across the table and dessert tower, resembling bright and vibrant gems under the afternoon sun.

Lucien picks up a cupcake and holds it near my lips.

Lucien: [chuckles] You first.

I take a bite of the cake, and the moist, soft texture instantly fills my mouth.

Lucien: How does it taste?

MC: Hmm... It seems like it's light cream with a tart fruit jam?

Lucien: [chuckles] You got most of it right.

MC: Then what's the remaining small part?

Lucien doesn't answer right away. He lightly trails his finger across the frosting on the cupcake.

The fluffy frosting rests on his finger like a tiny cloud. He lowers his eyes and sticks out his tongue, slowly and carefully licking it.

A small amount of the thick and sticky jam escapes the lingering sweep of his tongue, slowly slides down the skin of his knuckles.

Lucien's voice is neither hurried nor slow, each word enunciated with a hint of honeyed sweetness.

Lucien: [why his breathy and husky voice sounds so seductive here-] The cream melts quickly, leaving a slightly fatty, sticky coating on the tip of the tongue, but this sensation is soon overtaken by the sweet and tart flavor of the jam.

Lucien: [x2] In the end, they blend together, creating a gentle and delicate flavor.

Even though I haven't taken a second bite of the cake, Lucien's description makes me involuntarily swallow.

That's the most fundamental desire—known as appetite*.

I don't know why, but I'm suddenly thinking about that deep kiss from this morning.

Looking back, I definitely should have kissed him a few more times.

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[T/N]

Can confirm that MC kiss isn't just a peck on lips because the summary of the date phrase it like this: “顺便也尝了尝许墨嘴里牙膏的味道” (while at it, I was also tasting the toothpaste in his mouth), the text uses "嘴里" (zui li), which literally means "inside the mouth”, and add the fact that she was not just ‘visiting’, but tasting…. the kiss was rather an… intimate exploration🤪

*: the use of 食欲 (appetite; desire for food) is interesting because at first, you would think she was referring to the food (and it IS more commonly used for food), but then instead she thinks back to the kiss they shared that morning.... like, ma'am are you confusing lust with hunger again just like in the qixi AU LOL

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=[Part 4]=

Lucien: [gently] Basque cake is very thick and sticky, not quite like the filling of an egg tart. You can slowly and gently stir it with the tip of your tongue to melt it…

Lucien: The Napoleon pastry from this particular shop is generously filled with almond slices. As they blend with the flaky pastry, you can slowly distinguish their textures and flavors…

MC: The puff pastry is crumbly and buttery, while the almond slices are smooth with a slight chewiness?

Lucien: [chuckles] Well said. Would you like to try the apple pie?

MC: I'd love to!

I take a bite of the apple pie he cut for me, chew carefully, and my eyes widen in surprise.

MC: I can taste it... this apple pie is a bit tastier than the one we had last time!

Lucien: [chuckles] It seems that classmate MC is starting to develop a standard for distinguishing similar flavors?

As Lucien speaks, he takes a bite of the apple pie and nods.

Lucien: Hmm... it does seem like it. I think the difference might be that they added a bit of liquor to the filling, which gives the apples a more fermented flavor. Can you smell it?

I lean closer, my nose twitching slightly. Sure enough, amidst the rich aroma of apples and cream, I catch a faint whiff of alcohol.

MC: There really is a hint of alcohol! How did I not taste it earlier?

Lucien: [chuckles] That means it's time for you to try the next dessert and awaken your taste buds further. Here, have a macaron.

We taste various desserts, and Lucien continuously describes the different textures and aftertastes to me, guiding me to gradually recover my sense of taste.

This ‘awakening plan’ seems to be doing more than just reawakening my sense of taste. It feels like all my other senses are being fully engaged and heightened by him as well.

As Lucien and I taste the same flavors, my eyes are filled with Lucien, my ears hear only his voice, my nose is enveloped by Lucien's lingering fragrance…

In my heart, there's only Lucien.

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Lucien: [chuckles] What are you writing?

After returning home from the dessert shop, I excitedly open my computer and create a new document.

MC: Now that my sense of taste is back, I definitely need to rearrange the gourmet plans that I put on hold over the past couple of days.

MC: It's the first time I've truly felt how much having a sense of taste can enhance happiness!

MC: How about we go for a hot pot this weekend?

MC: It's also time to stimulate my tongue with some salty and spicy flavors!

MC: I know you said spiciness is a pain sensation, but hey, they are all handled by the tongue anyway…

Lucien leans back on the sofa, listening to my chatter, nodding with a warm smile beaming on his face.

Lucien: [chuckles] Only planning for next weekend? I was actually thinking about what we could eat together tomorrow.

MC: Of course, we should also plan for tomorrow! Let me see if there are any good places to eat nearby…

MC: Oh! There's this too!

I lean over and grab those bags of snacks from yesterday, the ones I couldn't taste when I ate them.

Rich cheese, tangy plums, savory dried meat... I savor each snack, one by one, and a feeling of immense happiness wells up in my heart.

MC: Sniffle sniffle… Lucien, those streamers weren't lying! It really is delicious, you should try some too!

I hold out the snacks to Lucien's lips like I did yesterday, but he doesn't open his mouth. Instead, he just looks at me and smiles.

MC: Why the smile? Do you think I'm being too greedy?

Lucien: [gently] Of course not. I just realized there was an idiom I didn't like before, but now I don't feel the same way about it anymore.

MC: Which idiom?

Lucien: "饮食男女" [yǐn shí nán nǚ - literally mean drink, eat, man, woman, it is derived from what Confucius once said, "饮食男女，人之大欲存焉 (Food and sex are the greatest/basic desires of humans) -T/N]

Lucien: Food and sex are the greatest desires of humans. These are the most basic and instinctual impulses of human beings, and there's nothing vulgar about them.

He reaches out and gently wipes the snack crumbs from the corner of my mouth.

Lucien: On the contrary, they're very endearing.

MC: Of course, being able to experience and engage the world through one's nature is a very endearing thing.

MC: And haven't you noticed that your perception of the world is becoming increasingly nuanced, vibrant, and lively?

Lucien: Are you referring to our 'taste bud awakening plan' today?

MC: Far more than that. It's also the text messages you sent me, the photos you took and gave to me, and all our trivial little chats;

MC: We're experiencing the beauty in all the small, ordinary things together. Even if it’s merely a tiny change like adding a bit of alcohol to the apple pie…

I gently nuzzle my cheek against his fingers, which he hasn't yet withdrawn, smiling with contentment and pride.

MC: It's because I'm endearing that you're becoming endearing too.

MC: We're endearing people who enjoy the basic desires of humankind.

Lucien: ….

Lucien is momentarily stunned, and then his narrow eyes suddenly lit up at my words.

His lips open and close, but in the end, no words come out. He just leans toward me slowly.

The atmosphere becomes somewhat suggestive. I realize what he's about to do and quickly cover my mouth, leaning back.

MC: Wait... Not now!

Lucien: [chuckles then asks gently] Why?

MC: I just ate jerky, dried fruits, and cookies, now my mouth tastes like a mess.... So, not now!

I twist my waist, trying to dodge him. Lucien, resigned yet amused, can only straighten back up.

Lucien: [chuckles helplessly] I'll brew you some plain tea then.

Lucien finishes brewing the tea and hands it to me. I accept it a bit awkwardly and sip slowly, regret starting to creep into my heart.

Why am I even bringing up rinsing my mouth? When I was brushing my teeth this morning, wasn't it natural to just pounce and kiss him directly?

Besides, Lucien wouldn't mind if it's me…

Now it's like this, my mouth doesn't taste bad anymore, but kissing has become this serious and stiff affair, like some kind of formal ceremony.

MC: I really…

Lucien: What?

MC: It's nothing, it's nothing. I meant... I finished my drink.

I pull Lucien's arm, then, feeling a bit uncertain, lower my head to huff a breath.

MC: It should be fresh now, right...?

MC: Lucien, why do I feel like I'm starting to doubt my sense of smell again?

Lucien: [whispers] No need to doubt.

Lucien cups my face in his hands, and his scent, like that of green tea, envelops me completely.

In the moment of our intertwined breaths, Lucien personally confirms the answer.

Lucien: [breathes then whispers huskily] Very sweet.

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[Bonus Moments - Dull Interdental Pain]

(this is just so funny I can't resist translating it LMAOO. Man really got toothache from too much sweet he ate for her sake skksks)

Lucien: Sweetness is both a kind of joy and a lingering dull pain.

MC: Have you taken some painkillers? Maybe you should go see a dentist tomorrow QAQ

Lucien replied to MC: Dentists are very scary, I don't dare go alone.

[T/N: it's read: let's go but you have to accompany me *insert pleading pink rabbit xm here*]

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[Afterwords]

HELLO LUCIEN'S COPYWRITERS???? how come you are able to write another banger even for a mere fragrant sunshine ER! There are many things that I like about this date and I'll slowly list them one by one~

Just like car UR MQ, the central theme of this date revolves around fully experiencing the world through your senses and his emotional growth.

How do I put it, but really, loving Lucien is like pulling a god down from his high altar. He begins as an indifferent observer, detached from the warmth of the human world, but with MC's guidance, he learns to immerse himself in it; What's interesting is that this date shows a kind of role reversal for them.

In both the main story and the 'date-verse,' it was Lucien who had lost his senses to fully experience the world, and MC’s presence helped him regain them and learn how to immerse himself in it. In this date, however, the opposite occurs—MC is the one who loses her senses, and Lucien helps her reawaken them.

Lucien genuinely wants to help her because he truly understands her struggle. He went through a similar experience, his senses used to be f*cked up due to the experiments he went through (as confirmed in S2 ch 33), hence hindering his ability to fully experience the world around him. And as I mentioned in his car UR MQ analysis, emotions and senses are linked, so his limited sensory engagement with the world naturally made his emotional perception and expression rather dull and detached.

With MC, Lucien slowly regains his sensory and emotional connection to the world, learning to immerse himself in it. This date is clear proof of his growth. Whether it’s him beginning to appreciate and savor food or finding beauty in the small, everyday things, his perception of the world has become vibrant and alive—no longer dull or detached.

Then there's also his emotional growth. Lucien's words that he didn’t like the idiom "饮食男女" reflect his earlier detachment from human emotions and basic desires. This dislike implied that he thought those things to be mundane or even vulgar aspects of human nature. Perhaps he even used to see himself as above them and wanted humanity to evolve beyond those desires. However, now, he sees these basic human needs in a different light. He now understands that there is nothing vulgar about these instincts—they are part of what makes life meaningful and humanity rather endearing🥺.

Lucien’s growth is a response to MC’s care and love. All of this (his emotional growth, his increasingly nuanced perception of the world) is influenced by MC.

MC: It's because I'm endearing that you're becoming endearing too.

MC: We're endearing people who enjoy the basic desires of humankind.

I like these lines because she basically mirrors Lucien’s earlier use of the idiom "饮食男女" (basic desires of humankind; food and sex). She reflects his words about how these simple, instinctual desires make people endearing. MC’s ability to embrace what makes us human rubs on Lucien, making him more "endearing" as well. I always love how they influence each other throughout the years🥹. Honestly, this date is another win for the writers!

[hiskillingjar]

Hello! I really like your writing with Strade! If you’re up to it, can you come up with a scene where Strade is uncomfortably soft and gentle, talking to mc about movies and then tricks them into watching one of his livestreams.

okay so i saw this prompt, fucking loved it and did something completely different BUT in the same vein?? yes?? no??

whatever it's my blog

2300+ words, cw for uhhhhhh murder, snuff and necrophilia yayyy

"What're we watching?" Strade asked as he settled down next to you, cracking open a tall can of beer as he did so.

"Oh…j-just a movie."

You smiled politely, and awkwardly, as you adjusted yourself on the sofa, bringing your knees up to your chest and making yourself smaller as you pressed into the corner, giving him plenty of space to sit.

It had been a few months since the fateful night in the basement, since he'd collared and claimed you like an animal, and you were still a little…jumpy, to say the least.

And he obviously liked how jumpy you were, too.

"Heh, you're still so skittish. It's cute, you know." Strade chuckled pleasantly, reaching over to place a heavy arm around your shoulder and ruffling your hair as he did so. "Like you're my new, little pet or something, and I have to get you housetrained."

"Mph," You bit your lip as he pulled you in closer (thus negating your attempt to give him room), his side against yours, now running his fingers through your hair. "I guess so."

"And I still haven't gotten tired of it~" He teased, before taking a long swig from his can, smacking his lips as he swallowed, and lightly scratching the crown of your head with grubby fingernails. "So, what are you up to tonight?"

"Oh right," You sat up (not minding the contact as much as you should have), your eyes going back to the television. "I'm, um…like I said, I'm just watching a movie, just-" You swallowed as his fingers trailed down the back of your neck, towards your collar. "A horror movie."

"A horror movie, huh?" Strade smirked once more, his gaze softening with amusement for a moment as he started watching with you. An especially grisly scene was taking place when he walked in, a pair of giggling psychopaths filming a crying, bound woman as they taunted her with a knife, though he appeared less than interested as he watched. "And you're watching it all by yourself? Not scared?"

"No, I, uh…" You stammered as his hand gently curled around your neck. "I…I'm not scared. I don't get scared from movies, especially not movies like this."

"Oh, you don't?" Strade chuckled as he squeezed your neck, his eyes wandering down your body, to your thighs pressed to your chest, soft flesh spilling around your shorts. "Hm…that's pretty interesting, buddy. Don't you think that makes you kind of disturbed? Not reacting to…something so graphic?"

"It's…It's not that graphic." You murmured, though that was counteracted by just how grim the scene was becoming, as the tip of the knife toyed with flaps of skin and muscle. "I mean, it's kind of tame, actually. I've definitely seen worse."

"Hmm…" Strade thought about that for a second, taking yet another swig of his beer before setting it aside on the side table next to the couch. "Well, the fact that you can just…sit there and watch someone be killed and dismembered without flinching does seem a little…peculiar," He gave your head a teasing shake, chuckling. "And kind of ironic, ja?"

"Hmph," You pressed your knees a little tighter against your chest as you continued to watch the movie.

You didn't want to admit that he might have had a point…especially on the irony part.

"You know…we should test this out," Strade suggested after a few quiet moments of movie-watching, grinning widely before he stood to his feet and went searching for something in the cabinet beneath the TV, his body propped up on one knee. "See if you're really not scared of movies…"

"Test what? You asked.

"Well, these American films, they're cute but they are just," He started, his eyes going up as if searching for a word, a gesture he did somewhat often. "Lacking, right? They don't really get as visceral as they could, and everything just looks so fake anyway. No wonder you're not scared!"

"I guess," You shrugged your shoulders, watching as he sorted through a stack of DVDs and VHS tapes to find what he was looking for. You didn't say it, but you silently appreciate that in spite of many of his flaws, his collection of physical media was kind of impressive. "I mean, I've seen some European movies that get kind of fucked up and they still don't scare me. So, what were you thinking?"

If he brought out A Serbian Film, you might have asked him to kill you, right then and there.

"I was thinking that I could show you something a little more…graphic. Something closer to home." He said, glancing over his shoulder with an innocent smile (or as close to innocence as Strade could get). "And we could see if you…ya know, reacted like a normal person?"

"F-Fine…" You murmured softly, almost laughing as he popped open an unmarked VHS case and slid the tape into the player. "Looks like something old anyway…doubt it'll be scary at all."

"Don't be so presumptuous, liebling," He teased, standing back to his feet and sitting down heavily beside you. "Modern movies are garbage. You'll find way better scares in something older~"

"I have no doubt," You replied cryptically, as Strade took up the remote and started the VHS player.

After an initial buzz of static, the movie started.

Though, you had a sense that this wasn't really a movie…or, at least, it wasn't a normal movie.

The screen occupied the lens of a static camera, fixed on a pair of writhing, sweaty bodies on a thick plastic bed sheet as they had rough sex, the only sound coming from the speakers being their heavy breaths and desperate groans.

Strade let out a low chuckle as he watched the scene unfold on the screen, taking up his beer can again, his eyes roaming over every detail, and his free hand reaching over to squeeze your thigh.

His gaze remained steady and unfazed despite the graphic nature of the 'movie', but you didn't get the sense that he was particularly invested with this one either.

"Are you just showing me gay porn?" You asked through a frown, your tone a little flat as the 'bottom', a pale man (you assumed) with light blonde hair and dark tattoos on his arms and ribs, let out a desperate whine, pushing his backside more firmly against his partner's hips.

"Heh, I guess I am," Strade chuckled as he adjusted his grip, his hand squeezing your thigh tighter as he leaned back indulgently into the sofa and took another slow sip of beer. He gave you a teasing grin as he spoke again. "So, it's not really doing it for you, huh?"

"I mean, I was kind of expecting a horror movie or something," You replied, as the man's partner (tan skin, no tattoos and his face wasn't visible due to the camera focusing on the 'bottom'). "Not this."

"Is that so?" Strade asked, reaching down to gently urge your ankles over his lap, pushing your bodies that much closer together. "I wouldn't assume so much yet…keep watching."

So, you did.

You kept watching for another few minutes, as the bodies pressed together and the 'bottom' let out even louder moans and groans for "mehr, mehr, bitte", all the while, Strade stroking up and down your legs, up your knees, and ending back on your thighs, spread apart in his lap.

You sat up when you heard the two men speaking together.

The German was predictable (you had no doubt that he had more patriotic tastes when it came to porn), but as the 'bottom' shifted onto his back, allowing the 'top' to assume a missionary position, your eyes instantly widened.

"Is that…"

Strade smirked knowingly at your reaction, watching your wide eyes with amusement as he continued to let his fingers wander over your legs.

"Mm...is that what?"

You looked at him dumbfounded.

"Is that…you?"

It certainly seemed that way.

He looked younger, maybe your age (so the tape had to be at least fifteen years old), his arms and jaw were a little more well-defined (and non-scarred) and his hair was longer, but…it was Strade, it had to be.

"Well," He drawled with a shit-eating smirk. "It does look an awful lot like me, doesn't it?" He laughed, leaning in to get a better look at the screen, his fingers trailing even higher, up the front of your loose shorts and…tracing between your thighs. "Damn…I look good, don't I?"

You couldn't really argue with that…he did look pretty good.

He looked like the kind of guy you would have gone insane over in high school. Dark hair, tan skin, ambiguous bisexuality and metal hoops in each of his ears.

You took in a quiet gasp as his fingers brushed over your clit, feeling the slowly gathering wetness of your cunt.

"You like what you see, huh?" He asked, leaning in a little closer and brushing his lips over your ear. "Don't blame you. Everyone did back in the day."

He slid a finger inside of you, listening intently to your little breaths of pleasure, though they were pretty minor compared to the howling gasps of the 'bottom' on screen.

"Which isn't to say that I'm not a looker now, of course," He added with another low chuckle, his free hand kneading your thigh and pulling you closer in his lap. "But I was really fighting them off back then."

Not knowing what to say, you kept watching the tape.

The Strade on screen had his partner's legs hooked up high over his broad shoulders, forcing the skinnier body into an uncomfortable position but letting the camera see everything as his thick cock slid into his tight asshole. The 'bottom' threw his head back each time Strade thrust into him, his own, pierced cock bobbing uselessly against his tattooed belly, drooling cum on his pale skin.

And you were never much of a porn watcher, but…this was getting you kind of hot.

"Are you…getting a little excited?" He asked, his smirk widening as his thumb trailed over your erect clit and your body tightened involuntarily in his lap. "Are you wishing you were in his position, hm?"

"Who…" You started, your breathing a little heavy as he easily slid a second finger inside of you. "Who is that? Y-Your partner, I mean."

"Hm?" He blinked curiously, before a slightly mean grin came to his face. "Ah, I guess you could call him that, yeah." His fingers pressed a little deeper, rubbing at your more sensitive spots as the action on screen became a little more erratic and loud. "Truth be told, I think he might have been a little more into me than I was him. But, you know…" He shrugged. "I'm not one to say no to some fun."

"Mm," You moaned softly, pressing your face into his shoulder (he was softer now, but the muscle was still there) as he kept toying with your cunt, playing with you just as well as he played with the man on the tape.

"No, no, don't look away," He ordered softly, grabbing your face with his free hand and turning it back to the video playing. "Eyes up…you'll miss the best part if you don't look."

You let out a little whine, your body growing even tighter from the order, as you continued to watch.

The Strade on-screen had moved his strong hands (as strong as they are now) up to the pale man's neck while you were trying to hide your face. You knew the gesture, you had seen it in countless videos before and were even closely familiar with it in person.

But…

"Stefan?" The speakers picked up on the breathless gasps from Strade as his hips stilled. "Stefan?"

You felt your blood run cold and your eyes widened.

"Stefan, wach auf! Stefan…?"

After a long moment, the Strade on-screen kneeled up, drew his (still hard) cock out of 'Stefan' and pushed shaking hands through his hair, staring down at the now dead body beneath him.

"Scheiße…"

You swallowed tightly, trembling in his lap.

"You…killed him?"

"Well…I guess you could say that," Strade replied after a beat of silence, a little smirk, lit by the unnatural blue light of the television screen, slowly spreading across his lips despite the grim situation. "Guess I got a little…carried away, huh?"

"He didn't…do anything wrong," You murmured, taking in a little whimper as he brought his lips down against your neck and drove his fingers even deeper inside of you.

"Mmmm, do they ever?" Strade murmured, pressing another kiss to your neck as he continued to tease your clit, still hungry despite the dulled 'mood'. "I guess you're right, though, he was just…too vulnerable y'know? Too easy…a cute sucker in the wrong place at the wrong time."

He chuckled and nipped at your neck.

"A little bit like you."

The worst part was, the video…just kept going

You felt a morbid compulsion to keep watching though, despite your blatant disgust.

In spite of how much your brain was telling you not to, your eyes were pulled up towards the screen, no matter how much you wanted to look away.

Because how could you look away?

This was the one and only time you'd ever get to see a video like this…a video showcasing the truth behind the man sitting next to you.

You watched as the Strade on-screen stood to his feet, showing off an impressive physique (it was a little less impressive these days, thank god) and a still-hard cock, and paced out of shot…to retrieve a knife.

Not a bowie knife, like he used now, but a workman's knife.

You felt your body grow tense, and Strade rested his chin on your shoulder to watch with you, still finger-fucking you while you were both distracted.

"Here comes the best part…" He mumbled airily.

You watched as he knelt on the bed again, the plastic sheets creaking under his weight, and lowered the knife down to the dead body, using the blade to open its (you grimaced as your brain refused to properly acknowledge the body as human) sternum, blood streaming from the deep cut, and…

He slid his cock into the hot, wet opening in the body, letting out a low and ravenously hungry moan as his pace picked back up and he fucked the corpse harder than he had ever before.

"Oh god-" You gagged, reaching up to cover your mouth as you pressed your face back into his shoulder. "Strade…t-that's disgusting-"

"Ahh, there we go," He laughed, pressing another bite into your throat. "We found something that scared you, didn't we?~"