#So he'd want to feel romantic attraction but literally be unable to

[do-u-know-this-autisticcharacter]

Do You Know This (non-canon) Autistic Character?

Long propaganda:

He's so single mindedly obsessed with swords and martial arts that he ascends to godhood as a martial god at only 17. and then does it 2 MORE TIMES. (autism so strong that you're the only god to be banished and then re-ascend x2)

he's such a sword nerd (affectionate) even after he's been banished. he's unable to read between the lines and realise that Hua Cheng is Very Gay for him, despite the fact that they CONTINUESLY KISS AND FEEL EACH OTHER UP. sounds like you have trouble discerning between platonic and romantic advances. not very allistic of you.

still, on the subject of romantic advances, the most successful one was unleashing him in an armory and letting him infodump about swords for hours. the author literally describes him as a sword otaku.

he's pretty perceptive, and tends to make pretty reasonable guesses about what's going on based on what he knows- and then never tells anyone. basically like: "oh I'm sorry i didn't know when it was acceptable to say that i know that you showed up in disguise earlier but i didn't want to call you out and make it awkward so i just played along until someone else brought it up" maybe the truth is blatantly obvious but figuring out when to say it is so hard :( someone come save this man from social cues before he gatekeeps another critical piece of information.

he has a passable understanding of social norms but often forgets them/ ignores them if he thinks they're dumb also there's this whole passage where he goes (paraphrasing once more) "hahaha my teacher taught me well I'm So Good at not feeling attracted to women. so good, in fact, that its never happened. i only wish he also taught me how to not find men SO HOT. it's clearly because my teacher never taught me how to avoid men's hot sexy advances." sir. sir i just saw you "practicing calligraphy" and "exchanging spiritual energy" with Hua Cheng do you want to maybe inspect this a little bit. as an autistic oblivious gay, I've been there but c'mon. you can only kiss a man so many times before your bros card is revoked.

on the subject of him being taught in class, because he was learning cultivation and martial arts from a young age, he was mostly a joy to have in class (special interest makes the heart grow fonder) until he started asking Socially Unacceptable questions. especially the why questions. i mean.

" "My child, I hope you will become a person like him," the state preceptor said, solemn and tender.

Young Xie Lian sat there poised and proper, and he said without thinking, "I don't want to become a person like him. I want to become a god."

[...]

Xie Lian still swore that he had never intended to be provocative or rebellious when he raised those questions. He was genuinely curious and looking for answers to his queries. However, when the state preceptor heard him, his face turned quite the shade." is this not the autistic experience very clear and expressive body language (which often just reads to me as stimming). he waves his hands when hes excited, he rubs his forehead, he paces and walks in circels, theres a scene of him opening and closing a door a bunch of times because he's happy.

before i leave, i would like to share some quotes "as long as the objects were placed together, Xie Lian would refuse to separate them. So whatever it was he built, he'd forbid anyone to touch it, and he always wished desperately that he could glue the fragile sheets together so that it'd never collapse. When he was even younger, if he saw his golden palace fall apart, he'd be distressed to the point of refusing food and sleep until the king and queen coaxed him from his shell."

"That youth smiled, not saying a word. Xie Lian suddenly realized the youth was actually staring at him. A moment later, it finally dawned on him that what this youth was staring at was actually the cursed shackle around his neck."

I rest my case

Anything else

Sorry about the amount of things in the source media section, he's from a chinese book so theres the english translation, the pinyin, and then the abbreviation most fans use when looking for things :D

Also sorry about the length of my propaganda i cant stop thinking about him.

[kirdoodl]

Okay please don't tell me I'm the only one that headcanons Adam as cupioromantic and cupiosexual,,,,, please

[problemswithbooks]

With the tentative and rough translations out, i have to say, yeah, Hori really doesn't get what he's actually writing and if he was trying to make Toga's entire deal a metaphor for queerness, he's ended up being quite offensive.

Like first off it seems he has Toga say she falls in love easily with boy and girls and...animals. Which, I always felt the bird thing as a kid could have negative connotations, but wrote it off as 'she was a little kid and this was before her desire for blood was wrapped up in her romantic feelings' type things. So having Hori reinstate that yes, she does still love animals to the point of blood drinking desire--a desire Hori coded as sexual/romantic is not a good look.

It also just makes me question if she could ever own a pet or if she'd end up killing it because she loved it to much and she needed to drink it's blood.

Also getting her perspective on the boy she attacked isn't great either. The translation is rough and basic so it could change, but I don't think there's any translation that could make the situation not read poorly.

In the rough translations she says something along the lines of "I didn't ask to drink his blood because I was afraid he'd hate me and think I was a decent monster."

I could see an alternative translation being "I asked for his blood and he called me a deviant monster, and I sucked his blood."

Again if Hori is trying to make a queer metaphor with Toga, this is a huge issue. Her attacking the boy was always a big problem, but if he didn't bring it up again I think a lot of casual readers would have forgotten it. But now it's front and center again and brings back bad connotations for Toga and a queer reading of her character.

Because again if we read her blood drinking as queerness, and Hori has already coded it in the past as lust while just last chapter confirming that Toga sees it as kissing in the very least we get two equally bad reads.

A) Due to fear of rejection Toga did not ask for consent and decided she'd just make sexual advances toward someone she had a crush regardless.

or B) She got rejected and told no, and then made the sexual advance anyway.

With a queer reading this only becomes worse because it pays into the really negative and even dangerous idea that same sex attracted people will go after anyone regardless of consent or the other persons orientation. It continues to perpetuate the idea that queer people are sexual predators, who target straight people or in the very least do not care about consent, or are unable to control themselves long enough to get it.

But even without a queer reading what Toga did is wrong. It sucks that people don't get her way of showing love, but consent is still needed regardless. You can't just do what you want to someone because you were to afraid to ask them out. You can't just do what you want with someone after they tell you no. Even if the boy had called her a monster that would not make it ok for Toga to, essentially sexually assault him (yes, kissing someone against their will is sexual assault, which is what Toga sees her blood drinking as).

And I think that's why Toga's character is really hard to get behind for some people--because at the end of the day she's literally just saying "I can't help but sexually assault people (and animals apparently)', and the solution to this is to give her exactly what she wants and apologize for not seeing how much pain she was in when she was actively trying to sexually assault people.

[eldritch-spouse]

with Santi and Vesper (and mayhaps Belo if you got the time) what about an aromantic obsession who isn't romance-repulsed? that just means an aromantic who—while they still struggle with romantic gestures and stuff—isn't necessarily against being in a romantic relationship. and sex isn't meaningless to them; they do consider it very intimate and you're practically vulnerable in that state, so they only want to do it with those they can completely trust and feel safe around.

they put in the effort to try and make up for their lack of romantic attraction towards their inhuman partner, which would probably lead to search results like "how to set up a romantic date?", "are candles romantic?", "best candle scents for a date", "should you leave the lights on or off for a date?", "how to properly romance an incubus/angel", "best types of romantic dates", etc., you get the point.

This is a sad pairing... For all of them.

As said before, Santi will never be content with someone who can't reciprocate his love, finding out you're aromantic is a fucking crushing blow to the incubus. He feels a part of him die right there. No matter how hard you try, he can't delude himself, you're just parroting what you think romance is all about. You don't feel it. But that's fine, he can force you too. He can fix you.

No demon enjoys dealing with angels, and realistically, even if more have began showing themselves after Belo's parents "visited", he knows chances are neigh impossible a seraphim would want to strike a deal. That's not to say he can't find seraphim-related products though. He's very hopeful one of which will force genuine infatuation into you.

Vesper doesn't notice it at first. He assumes you're still flustered and coming to terms with your new life, with Hell, with demons, with your role as Queen. But then, as the months pass and you show lackluster or strained displays of love, it slowly starts sinking in. You're not in love with him. You never were, and now that you've told him what you are, he's instantly depressed. That's just so... Unfair! His Queen, unable to love him?! What a joke. Vesper's another one you can't fool. This will eat him alive, you're literally the one person he's ever felt love for, it really is a cruel cruel joke... Vesper will drag a seraphim into the bowels of Hell even if he's scorched alive for it, but you will love him.

Belo will endure it for the most part. He doesn't see himself as an equal to you, he doesn't expect his goddess to ever love him, he doesn't deserve it- He's lowly compared to you. Or maybe that's just what the power tells himself, maybe there's a part of him that hopes you'll return his feelings one day, something he doesn't voice. Belo tries to tell himself that you being aromantic doesn't change anything anyway, but it does. He thinks he'd rather take you being a hopeless romantic who falls for everyone over this... The angel manages to bottle his selfishness most of the time, but sometimes you do something vaguely romantic and a pang of hurt settles on his chest. It grows and grows and grows and chews him up like a rabid dog- But Belo sweeps it under the rug one more time. One day that rug will rip at the seams.

[lethalitisms]

7, 14, 20

[ SEXUALITY HCS ]

20. what are your muse’s feelings towards the culture of romance and sexuality as it pertains to their identity?

[[ putting this up first because ... oh boy, this is THE one i need to answer so bad. eddie has been influenced a lot by Society in the sense of how he grew up and therefore views himself. he'd always thought his existence ( queerness aside ) was sort of just . . . bad; him being born killed his mother. so, you add the potential of being queer on top of that? yikes. it's part of why he used to be ( and kind of still is ) such a romantic, but doesn't exactly care to put that label on himself. he gets his partner(s) gifts, treats them to some poetry he made up on the spot, things like that.

he likes to be romantic, and being romantic is coming back to him currently, but he's somewhat in a 'figuring it out' phase. right now, he wouldn't label himself or his relationship, sort of. like i said, if you asked him, he'd say he's "probably bisexual" and "we're romantic to each other", but he's not ready to commit to any sort of label. he's not even sure if he wants to commit to calling the relationship he has with the symbiote as being "romantic", despite it being romantic in nature in practically every single way.

the symbiote, on the other hand, only has human culture and customs as a frame of reference for romance and sexuality in general. i'll continue to keep saying this, but klyntar culture has no sense of this whatsoever, and it does things we would consider to be romantic in part because it wants to prove to its host that it is an equal to them. it absolutely loves romance, because these are very clear and defining ways in which it can show its love towards its host. the symbiote doesn't label itself, not because it can't commit to it ( unlike eddie ) but because it literally is unable to. the labels we use don't fit the symbiote, because by its standards it's not anything at all ( if that makes any sense ). ]]

7. what attire do they feel most attractive in?

[[ i think, very obviously, eddie is always "dressed" in his symbiote. but more specifically, he loves being put in jackets, particularly leather ones. alternatively, he likes to show off his arms; he's very proud of his physique, almost annoyingly so. the symbiote prefers to see him in stuff that shows off his muscles. crop and tank tops in particular. but when eddie asks for something specific, it'll listen. you'll notice his shirts might be fitting him a bit tightly.

the symbiote is an amorphous blob that doesn't wear clothes-- it is clothes. but it lovess to hug its host as warm things. fuzzy stuff. jackets, and coats, and scarves, and long-sleeved tees. it loves being clothing in the winter months. ]]

14. how open are they, or how do they feel about sexual experimentation? elaborate if needed.

[[ yet another complicated answer. eddie is dating a symbiote, an ALIEN from SPACE, that is AMORPHOUS. in general, he's pretty okay with "experimenting" on somewhat of a vanilla level. simple stuff, like biting and pain. but you start bringing in toys, and rope, and blindfolds? now he's getting scared. he has a lot of traumatic and bad experiences with things you might connect to bdsm in general, stuff he wants to unlearn and heal through. so anything that involves a loss of control, a sense of detachment, he's gonna be really closed off to at the start. but it IS possible for him to feel more comfortable about it, with the right partner.

the symbiote is practically experimenting every single time it has sex. because sex doesn't "exist" in its culture, aside from being regarded as generally taboo ( i point you towards the direction of the arachniote, as always ). and it has a desire to experiment with things, because it wants to make its host happy. it's generally not uncomfortable with experimenting because it has no frame of reference for what is considered to be "normal" in sex, other than just sort of "feeling" what's good through its host's brain. ]]

[amerricanartwork]

Aaaand there's @ghostlycoze leaving adorable ideas in the tags again! Seriously, how do you always manage to do this? I always love seeing people show appreciation for my art, but I especially love hearing additions and even criticisms to the ideas I propose. And of everyone I've seen thus far, you seem to do it more consistently than anyone else. I just had to give some appreciation for that!

But anyway, I couldn't just not add to these as well! Here's a few more drawings and headcanons below!

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I'm gonna address the last idea first by saying I actually disagree on the idea of Moon picking Sig up. One, despite her size, I don't think she'd be strong enough to do it for more than a few seconds if she could pull it off at all, even though I do imagine her as one of the physically stronger members of the Local Group. To me, she'd operate kinda like Gourmand, having a fair amount of strength (though not much upper body strength, and she'd still only be 3rd strongest overall) but unable to sustain it for long due to being very old and very damaged.

And two, that idea actually doesn't seem to fit with how I imagine her feelings towards him. The core of Moon's romantic attraction to Sig, at least in my portrayals, is her feeling almost completely safe whenever he's around — and not just from physical threats, but from social criticism from other iterators and even her own bad habits causing her to neglect herself. Therefore, despite being taller, Moon very much looks up to Sig in an emotional sense. However, literally picking up someone seems more like something a protector would do to someone they protect, at least to me.

I plan to expand on this later, but I'll just say for now that one of the main ideas with my Lilypad is that even though Moon officially has superior status and is physically larger, Sig is very much the one who's really in charge in their relationship — yet this is actually better for Moon because it allows her to at least periodically explore her own feelings and enjoy herself without having to worry, as leader of the whole group, that her "selfishness" will hurt someone else in turn.

And that actually leads into my next thoughts, because dancing with her lover would absolutely seem like a harmful "indulgence" to Moon at first! If they ever tried to waltz, to go off the suggestion you mentioned, the main issue would be Moon feeling awkward and horribly guilty about indulging in such a strong and seemingly "selfish" desire so directly for the first time, and that would translate to her being stiff and clumsy in those initial movements. From there, Sig would have to reassure her that it's okay for her to enjoy herself for once without worries. No one's watching them, after all, and even if the others did find out he'd protect her from anything too harsh and unreasonable.

Now, despite the noticeable height difference between Sig and Moon, at least in my depictions of them I don't think it'd be major enough that they couldn't get into a comfortable waltz position. In fact, I don't think it'd impede their dancing much at all, really.

But like your other headcanon, once she relaxes enough I do agree she'd be a very lovely dancer! And to a degree, her size actually adds to her grace, presenting that alluring contrast of how she manages to twirl and glide so delicately on such small feet while also carrying so much weight. Sig would definitely adore dancing with her from then on!

I've actually wanted to do some dancing drawings with Lilypad for a few months now, but I'll save those for later. As my final notes for now, I actually want to say that, while waltzing would be enjoyable to them every now and then, I don't think Lilypad would favor waltzing the most. It'd be a good start for them as they get comfortable with dancing together, but soon I think they'd gravitate to more energetic and movement-heavy dance styles, especially as Sig manages to bring out Moon's more silly side!

On the other hand, I think Milkshake (Pebbles and Innocence), or "Trinkets" as I like to call them, would have a lasting love of the waltz! Mostly because I imagine them both to be huge romantics with a love of the finer arts and all those sappy, flowery things (albeit Pebbles much less obviously so), and so a classic waltz would undoubtedly pique that fancy of theirs.

I plan to get much deeper into their dynamic later, but to end these ideas off here's this little sketch, since I haven't given them any attention in a while! And because I saw the opportunity to throw them in here and couldn't resist it!

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Thanks again for the additions, Ghost! I'd love to see what you think of these in return! Hope you like them!

Further exploiting my Lilypad's height difference while I try to get back in the mood for drawing. And oddly enough, it's actually the first time I've drawn them sharing a kiss!

[concubuck]

Alastor/Ozzie

((They like singing neon black-lit jazzy diss tracks about other people's naive cutesy idealistic musical numbers, so as far as I'm concerned they're made for each other. Alastor is the most powerful sinner to ever arrive in Hell and he uses his power to wander aimlessly looking for live entertainment. Ozzie is the ruler of one of the rings of Hell and he spends his time running a night club. Are you seeing the parallels. Two people who hold the world in the palm of their hands and all they wanna do is watch it sing and dance. And we know Ozzie's attracted to funny little mean guys, he's dating one already. (Speaking of which, side note: Ozzie/Alastor/Fizz.)

Sexually speaking—y'all know I like doing weird experiments with Alastor's asexuality—I think there's a lot of fun potential to pairing up an asexual character with the literal embodiment of lust itself. Now, I'd be really picky about HOW that's handled. I'm bored by sitcom-level "character A has 0% libido and character B has 1000% libido and they're mad at each other! *cue the laugh track*" interactions, and I'm also bored by cutesy idealistic "he was used to nothing but lust... until he found someone who loved him WITHOUT lust... making their love different... more pure..." type plots, so like, that side of the dynamic would have to be written by somebody I trust. But in this hypothetical scenario here I'm the one who'd be writing them, and I trust my own tastes completely, so no problems there.

Overall Alastor/Ozzie isn't quite OTP level but it's well within my top 5 Alastor ships.

As far as this particular blog is concerned: this is a pairing I think could have a LOT of potential, given where my Alastor here currently is—namely, the fact that he's horny all the time, HATES it, and wants desperately to change this. Asmodeus is in the best position to help a succubus rise in social ranks, but is also the least likely to be sympathetic to a succubus who desires to no longer feel lust. He could be a powerful ally but also extremely motivated to sabotage Alastor's ambitions. On top of that, any platonic/romantic attraction he'd feel for Ozzie would be twisted up in lust and therefore dangerous: if it turned sexual (and it would turn sexual), if there's anyone who would turn Alastor's already barely-manageable libido into a full-blown 24/7 completely unmanageable addiction, it would be the king of lust. There is a significant and worrisome chance that hooking up with Ozzie could break Alastor's brain, leave him finally unable to think about anything except sex, destroy the remains of his personality, and ruin his life. ... But like. He insults his customers with jazzy musical numbers and that's very attractive. This is the kind of ship that could be very good for Alastor or EXTREMELY destructive, and both possibilities have me rubbing my hands together.

At some point I'm planning to write a fic about this AU succubus Alastor and I've been toying with the idea of Alastor/Ozzie being a main ship in it.))

[still-a-morosexual-help]

ok i've come to scream about two things:

(spoilers for season3)

1. S3 IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE INVOLVING MAMMON AND MC LIKE?? when he and mc go to buy medicine and food for everybody??? and spend the whole morning together?? its just so *chefs kiss*. i literally daydream about that day and more little moments they could have spent. i also really love how this time MC had the chance to be jealous!! i just love their relationship to bits and the bond they have. they are so close — even if you don't view the romantic attraction. i think that's my favorite thing about them because they would work so well even if their bond is solely based on friendship. it would be still as strong

2. i've read Familiar Strangers and i was smiling the whole time let me tell you. it felt so warm??? it made me feel so much better after a bad day so thank you so much. also the yearning MC had while talking to him in his angel form and Mammon also feeling a strange pull towards them?? and the pararell at the end??? FANTASTIC!!!!!!!

2.) AHHHHHHHH!!!??? THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!? I'M!? I'm so happy you liked it, thank you so much for telling me! and I have SO many feelings about angel Mammon, demon Mammon and MC! The way Mammon told MC he didn't make pacts with random humans just a couple lessons ago, but how that didn't make sense cause MC WAS a random human when they made a pact and being the fastest of the brothers he could have gotten Goldie back without making the pact. But then the reveal that Mammon and MC have met before and that though he won't remember them he'd remember their effect on him and even (as seen in the hard lessons) possibly remember slips of them in his dreams so MC was never a random human even . I'm - sorry it took me tf out

1.) !!! Season 3 is so good! They're both just absolutely domestic in it? And they're so comfortable with each other? That whole trip with Luke? That was a family trip and you can't convince me otherwise! MC being the jealous one for once was was good! They also teased each other a lot and their friendship gives me life! They even mentioned marriage like thrice in the whole season and it sent me

I genuinely can't choose a favourite season tbh BUT I think season 2 had the most content for MC & Mammon?

Season 1 had that sprinkling of enemies to friends to more and I'm an absolute sucker for that trope (I think because all my childhood cartoons had that trope?) Him wrapping their wrist when they sprained it and telling them to die next time if he's unable to save them. Then they actually die and he sobs over their body?????? How those words he said to him must have been going on repeat in his head? Mammon worrying about MC going through Barbatos' door and telling them not to even joke about dying? All of that hurts so much!?

Season 2 had them coming to terms with/expressing their feelings. Just S2 came for my life:

•The phone call

•Mammon telling MC he thought of them more than money and them telling him that both their lives would be easier if he just admitted he loved them (dlsgehsksk????????)

•Carnival date! Holding hands in the haunted house! Winning them a pulshie!

•Asmo saying Mammon looks significantly more beautiful in pictures where he's modeling and him saying the reason is that he thinks of MC when he has a shoot

•MC being called out for being soft on Mammon twice

•MC standing up for him against his brothers

•Mammon's greatest wish in the reaper's cave was MC

•The thing Mammon was thinking about at the start of Groundhog day was MC and his greatest want was for them to say they like him

•Mammon accidentally confessing to MC while wearing the truth bracelet; saying he loves them so much it drives him crazy and how if he had to list what made them perfect they'd be there for a long ass time

•MC asking him to the dance

•Him apologising to MC when he came on to them against their will while he was under a curse, them healing his injuries from when Satan kicked him off MC, them sleeping together

•Him yelling at Lucifer but backing off when Simeon says he's worrying MC

•Him yelling at Diavolo for hiding things about MC's powers from them but backing off when MC says they're scared (of the whole situation)

•Mammon telling them that losing the pact won't change anything between them (which!!!?? He puts so much emphasis on being their 'first man' and the fact that he's now secure enough in his relationship with them (either platonic or romantic) that he doesn't need to clutch on to the anymore?) and initiating a hug and MC feeling like their bond has gotten even stronger

•Mammon's treasure item being the matching chocolate Lizard keychain he got with MC in S1 (even though Satan & Lucifer got them too he still treasured it cause it was the first thing he shared with MC/it was from his first trip with MC)

•Him telling MC that they oughta hurry up and learn to summon demons and then summon him first and how after that he won't ever leave them again

All moments with Mammon are so good and I really want S4 now🥲

[asmrtist-brainrot]

What about poly hcs for Ollie, Aaron and Elliot? An odd pairing but I think they’d work out swell

Alright so, after the whole yandere things and the Imperium hurting my heart - this gonna be soft

Uh, Ollie canonically doesn't have any knowledge of the magical world but we're gonna disregard that for now!

Gender Neutral! Reader + Reader is a combination of Mentor/Smartass/Sunshine

~ Dari

Poly Office Dreams HCs

as young adults, it had mostly been both you and Elliot

the pair of you were thicker then thieves and as he says, "the definition of; will they, won't they"

honestly, with how everything was, it was only the pair of you against the world once he'd told you about his abilities and everything

you hadn't accounted for anyone else, especially as you entered the office field in search for work and a fiery want for changing the system

first encountering Aaron, your hot-tempered boss that you butt heads with often - never mind that you'd found him attractive

he was kind of an ass but you could understand what kind of position he was in, between the screaming matches and all - you try and take the load off of him by taking care of some of the new hires (even from other branches)

Oliver is one of them - you thought he was adorable

a bit of a mess and feels incredibly out of place, but you do your best to make sure he feels like he belongs

Elliot is at your side through all of this, interested in hearing about these work companions that you speak so highly of (or snark at)

naturally, the pair of you were already together when he hears them in the echoes of your dreams

... it isn't long before he figures the pair have a rather sizeable crush on not only you but each other - much to his amusement

and through his curiosity, meets them through their's

Eli is certainly amused to see his brother grow this soft spot for you

he also eventually concludes that does not mind that they're on your thoughts so much - something he tells you as such

it is a company party that brings you all together, to celebrate a promotion that would bring you to another branch - effectively making Aaron no longer your boss

Aaron and Oliver were somewhat dismayed to hear that you were bringing your boyfriend, who practically strutted in and began laying it on thick

he started flirting so heavily with Ollie who is certainly embarrassed by him being so forward, concerned initially but stopped dead when he saw you picking on Aaron

though the latter choked on air when he recognized him as the man that had been in his dreams as of late

Aaron is lowkey bristling that Elliot managed to pull you first

who was literally given whiplash when you told him that you knew he had feelings for you...

okay, yeah, he dragged you, Eli, and Ollie into his office after that and y'all had a long ass talk

later on, once y'all had figured how you wanted to go forward as a polycule

... Aaron immediately scolded Elliot for being so loose with covert rules and such not long after he'd told him

Ollie is likely the youngest of the polycule and absolutely milks it for all its worth, you and Eli coddle the fuck out of him and he lives for it - spending most of his time just whining and being fawned over

he's baby dammit

even your beloved former boss is unable to deny the soft spot he has for Ollie

lots of lovely, shared dreams and diverting nightmares

dates are mostly days in after y'all move in together, where Aaron and Ollie cook breakfast and you and Eli take care of chores

Eli registering you all as informed unempowered and watching the D.U.M.P. worker just get confused

"We know which is your brother, which of the others is your partner?"

"Yes."

"???"

board games nights as Oliver tries to explain the mechanics and rules of Scythe

all three of your boyfriends pulling you away from work or taking it off of you

sleepy snuggles on lazy weekends because Aaron refuses allow anybody to do work on your days off

You and Ollie being cheesy romantics and watching Aaron get so embarrassed, his face is practically boiling

Eli and Aaron bonding again

[zv5x]

Okay here we go - Can I req some P! Spirit hcs with his lesbian friend? Would he let them ever get a girlfriend or partner? Is it even possible for spirit to be a platonic yan ? Thank you !! (Also, side note I’m sorry if this isn’t the right way to send in a req I only really use tumblr on computer so mobile is confusing 😭)

Hi there! So sorry for this taking so long! I hope this was worth it! Feel free to stop by anytime you need anything done! You're always welcome! Your request sent in just fine btw! I didn't have any issues so I'm sure everything was done right!

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Getting Spirit as a yandere and having that love be platonic is definitely rare, let me just say that. You'd have to be quite literally unable to feel any attraction to him. He wouldn't force you knowing your sexuality won't allow for it. He's not that vile, truly. Even he has standards. Still, that doesn't mean you'll be able to really ever find a partner with him glued to your side. His species is scary enough to any human onlooker, but adding onto that, his loathing of basically all others of the human race? Blood chilling to your average person

You can try bugging Spirit about laying off a bit, but he'll just simply give you a response claiming none of your current suitors truly deserve you. They're not up to what you deserve, in his eyes. As much as it pains him to have to willingly hand you over, he'll just have to point you in the direction of someone he personally knowns to ensure you'll be getting the best care possible. Even when he has you set up, he'll still be the same Yan!Spirit, just without the romantic aspect

He's especially protective over you considering your sexuality. He heard humans were incredibly bigoted sometimes, and Spirit would hate to not be there for you when one of those close-minded assholes makes their way near you. He'd hate to have to rip anyone in half right in the middle of the street but he may have to if people don't get the message through his death glares and growls. Romantically or platonically, you're still his precious, and he's going to keep you safe no matter what. Just because you can't love him romantically doesn't mean he has to toss you away completely. He needs to be there to protect you, and he'll definitely take every possible measure and step he can to make sure that happens

Speaking of which, don't be shocked if whatever demon Spirit paired you up with has some...."Spirit-like" tendencies herself. I mean, what did you expect? That he'd just throw you into a ring of succubi and hope one of them will take care of you? No. That's not happening. He wanted someone who will take care of you just as good as he would have. Even if that means she's basically operating as another pair of eyes for Spirit, as well as a makeshift stalker. Spirit and her will be constantly gushing about you, but it's only natural they do so! It's not so often a human as cute as you graces the planet, so how can you be surprised you have a few suitors?

Don't worry though, you can rest easy at night knowing you're well protected. With two pairs of eyes staring you down through haunted mirrors and makeshift portals, nothing will ever be able to harm you ever again. Spirit can't feel anything but happy for you! He found someone who will treat you like the precious bunny you are, with no questions asked! You're getting exactly what you deserve in his eyes, (Y/N). He'd do exactly the same to you if he could, but his friend is the next best thing!

Isn't it funny how things work out? ♡

[capnportofficial]

Thinking about how people view characters and sexuality. Namely that many cishet people only start thinking a character is gay when that character fits their stereotypical ideas. Take these two characters, who shall remain unnamed for the duration of this post:

Character A is narcissistic and self-obsessed. He loves looking at himself, considers himself very attractive. He's feminine and flamboyant. He also shows some attraction to a woman, actively wanting to go out with her on at least one occasion. He wears pink and has flower accessories.

Character B doesn't show attraction towards women much, and and any he does show is just him thrown into a group of a bunch of other (mostly generic) characters because they needed one more recognizable design in there- he never shows attraction towards women by himself, only as part of a group or when acting in a play. He participated in a contest where the prize was the chance to escort a woman to a ball, but had no interest in taking her to the ball before the contest was created, and was more interested in winning the contest than winning her heart- he was the only one disappointed when the woman said they all could escort her, because he wanted to win. When a woman daydreams about marrying most of the main cast, including a man who has a girlfriend, she does not daydream about Character B. Character B has a very close relationship with his best friend, with his best friend telling him he'd "rather be with [him] than with his friends," implying this best friend considers Character B as something other than a friend, and immediately after telling Character B that he loves him. Character B, for his part, is so overwhelmed by that that he's unable to respond in kind, stuttering as he tries before eventually just going "i... i know how you feel." This is very much a romantic trope. Character B and his best friend are often portrayed as soulmates or something close to it, with magic that erases Character B's memory not removing his familiarity with his best friend, and magic meant to make Character B's best friend love only himself being unable to get rid of the best friend's love for Character B. The two are often seen co-parenting a baby, and Character B gives his best friend a valentine- being the only male character to give a valentine to another male character the same age as him. Character B also LITERALLY KISSED ANOTHER MAN. ON THE LIPS. DIRECTLY ON THE LIPS. While Character B is feminine, he's not stereotypically so. He’s more of the "annoying nerd" character, with his femininity resting more in feminine tropes (such as the damsel in distress, the fashionista, etc.) that he fits, and not in all of his behavior like the feminine and flamboyant Character A. Despite being a fashionista, his preferred style of clothing is masculine for the time.

One of these characters is known by cishets as “the gay character in the show,” and it’s not the one who kissed another man on the lips.

[eryiss]

Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]

Notes: Hi everyone. It's time for one of the most important chapters. Prepare yourself for more dreams, more unfortunate situations, and some real conversations! Hope you all enjoy. Also, there's mentioned homopobia in this chapter, so be aware before you progress.

Links: FFN, Ao3, Chapter List

Chapter Seven - Resting

Day Six: Saturday

Metalicana had often talked to Gajeel about the culture of Dragons. He has explained folklore, rites of passage, and the day to day lives of people of the time. One such aspect of his culture which had always stayed with Gajeel was the Draconic perception of a soulmate.

Minn Maðr. My Person.

Gajeel had been told that every person had a specific group of people who they were destined for. A group of people linked to them by fate. Unlike other interpretations of soulmates, the Draconic culture didn't limit their relevance to a romantic partner. They could be a lover, a friend, or an enemy. Their influence on the person's life was only rivalled by the passion they would feel for each other. A Minn Maðr was someone who brought your emotions to a boil, and made your mind explode.

Everything about Freed had brought out the intensity inside of Gajeel. First, it had been rage. Then, something new. Something unfamiliar. Something that made Gajeel take note of Freed's smile, that made him worry about the demon living in his soul, that made him able to perform a fucking unison raid!

Maybe Metalicana was right? Maybe Freed was a Minn Maðr.

But they'd only really know each other for a week. Half of that week, they'd both been unwittingly influenced by a demon that was meant to make their moods shitty. He couldn't be sure of his own feelings. He couldn't be sure of anything when it came to Freed.

He really should listen to his own damn advice and not think too much about this.

Like that was easy! His magic had merged with a stranger, and left Freed covered in piercings. Gajeel hadn't exaggerated when he said he wouldn't be able to remove them; they looked like they were merged with his skin. Sure, Freed claimed he had a weird sense of excitement at what had happened and Gajeel felt the same way at the runes now on his body, but he couldn't know how Freed was actually reacting. Unless he was pushed to his limits, Freed was a pretty closed book.

Fuck, this wasn't helping. It was three in the morning, Gajeel was thrumming with energy even after doing sit-ups and push-ups for nearly an hour, and his mind was a mess. He jumped up from the floor, rolled his shoulders back and walked to the standing mirror and assessed his new look. He couldn't help but smile.

Did the runes mean anything? Did it matter?

Metalicana had also told Gajeel about his inner dragon. It wasn't a literal thing, like Freed's demon, but it did exist. It was like a voice in his head, or a gut instinct. Gajeel had learnt that he should listen to the dragon, and right then the dragon was preening with delight at the runes. Every time he looked at the runes, it felt like he'd been wrapped up in a blanket and given a mug of tea, but also like he'd had the best, roughest fuck of his life. It wrecked his body in an indescribably amazing way.

Standing naked, he wondered what it would be like if his whole body was covered in runes. It would be like Freed's magic was coiling around him, sending an undeniable message that he and Freed were linked. That thought was too damn appealing, and he would look hot as hell.

Maybe Freed would do it. Maybe he'd let Gajeel cover him in more piercings. Gods, the thought of getting more of his iron in the man made his cock pulse with excitement.

Fuck! How the hell were his feelings for Freed such a mess so suddenly?

Sleep would solve it all. He was tired, on a magic high, and it was messing with his mind. It didn't help that he hadn't jerked off in over a week, which was probably why his thoughts were so fucking horny. He just had to sleep, get himself off in the shower tomorrow morning, and deal with the issues as they came. That's what they said they would do, and if a guy like Freed - who Gajeel expected would overthink everything - could do that, then so could he.

As he patted his slightly sweating body down with a towel and slipped on his briefs, he looked to the overflowing bookcases that occupied his room. Freed really must have a lot of books, because he definitely had a study full of them and still had wall to ceiling shelves in his spare room, and Gajeel decided at least one of them would lull him to sleep.

One book, well worn and without dust, caught his eye.

It was a gay romance novel, and Gajeel smirked a little. Not only did it basically confirm Gajeel's suspicions that Freed liked men, it also told Gajeel that Freed was into the cheesy, cliche page-turning crap that was at odds with Freed's persona. That would be fun to piss him off about; just because they might be soulmates didn't mean Freed didn't need to be knocked on his ass from time to time.

He'd look fucking cute blushing. Gajeel wanted to make him blush. Make him squirm just a little. Then kiss him and make it all better.

That was a train of thought he couldn't explore, so he walked to his bed, got under the covers and started reading the well-worn book. He tried not to think too hard about the man gently snoring on the other side of the wall, and allowed the story printed before him to fill his mind and distract him from everything happening.

——

When Gajeel eventually woke, it was to three sharp raps on his bedroom door.

It took him a moment to remember where he was, and why. The comfortable mattress and pleasant natural light slipping in from the closed curtains certainly didn't belong in his dingy, back-alley apartment. He pushed himself off the too-comfortable pillow and looked around, the smell of bacon, eggs and coffee filling his senses and making his stomach grumble a little. He blinked away the sleep and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, then walked to the door when he remembered someone had knocked on it.

When he had gotten to sleep, it had been filled with dreams about Freed. Maybe reading a romance novel before bed, because his mind had been swimming with romantic cliches that his sleeping mind put Freed and him into. He'd dreamt about going to dinner together, dancing together, living together.

He'd been given a glimpse of what a life with Freed might be like, and it seemed great.

Not all of the dreams had been good, though. In one - nestled between the good dreams - he had been trapped in Freed's runes, unable to escape. Magnolia was nothing but rubble, with the bodies of his guild-mates scattered around in the destroyed buildings. Only a handful of the wizards remained, and they were all attacking Freed, trying to kill him.

Freed had been taken over by his demon. He had no control, and Gajeel couldn't help. He was trapped, forced to watch as the demon killed and destroyed. The remaining Fairy Tail mages were doing what they could, but they couldn't stop Freed.

Gajeel knew he should have been helping, but couldn't.

He wanted to break down the damn runes, smash through them and help Freed, because he was still in there dammit! He was trapped in his demon and scared and trying to fight back and if he could just get to him then Gajeel knew he could help. But he was trapped and forced to watch, unable to do anything no matter how much he was trying to destroy the walls around him.

Just before the dream had ended, the demon looked right at him. It smiled a sadistic smile, blood dripping down it's body, Freed's clothes torn off his body. They were all that remained of Freed, and it made Gajeel sick to watch.

"He's mine," The demon growled. "And I will have him."

Before Gajeel had been able to say anything - to tell the demon that there was no way in hell he or anyone in Fairy Tail would let it take Freed's body and use it for destruction - the dream ended. There was a moment, unknowable in length, where Gajeel still slept but didn't dream, and felt as though he was going to hurl. The darkness of his subconscious felt all consuming, and was suddenly replaced by a dream of him and Freed cooking side by side. The emotional whiplash would have fucked Gajeel up, but he was so desperate to forget the horrors of his dream that he buried himself fully in the dream and Freed's charming comments as they cooked.

Rather than allowing himself to drown in the implications of all those dreams, Gajeel shook his head awake and gently patted himself in the face. It was probably Freed on the other side of the door, and he couldn't see how messed up Gajeel was. More awake now, he opened the door.

Freed was crouched down, placing a plate of food and a mug of coffee on the floor. When he looked up, he was eye level with Gajeel's crotch, and Gajeel quickly realised he was wearing briefs and nothing else. If Freed's blush was anything to go by, he had noticed it too.

The blush was cute.

Fucking emotional whiplash. How the hell was he supposed to deal with this shit?

"Shit," Freed whispered, standing up again with the food still in his hands. He really did look good with a blush. Especially with the piercings. "Sorry. I didn't mean to- I made you breakfast."

"Thanks," Gajeel said, taking the food offered. "We ain't eatin' in the kitchen again?"

"I assumed you wanted some time alone," Freed's voice was intentionally calm, but his cheeks still tinged red. "Since you've been awake before me all week, I thought that you needed some time to yourself. I didn't want to intrude so I was going to leave it here but, well, you opened the door and so… well, you saw what happened, didn't you?"

Gajeel wanted to tease him, but instead said, "I ain't avoiding you. Just slept in."

"Oh, right," Freed said, voice a little quiet. "Perhaps I should have guessed, given-"

He cut himself off, and the way his eyes quickly roamed over Gajeel's sleep worn and half naked body made the dragon slayer smirk. It was clear he'd just gotten out of bed with how much of a mess he looked, and that was the point Freed probably wanted to make, but it was much for entertaining to imagine Freed had gotten distracted by his body.

Well, maybe he had, because his eyes were lingering on the arm with his runes on it. Gajeel couldn't pass up the chance to have a little fun, so flexed his arm as he ran his hand through his hair. Freed followed the movement, and turned red again when he noticed Gajeel smirking at him.

Oh yeah, he was gonna be making Freed a lot from now on.

If they spoke after the week ended. Gajeel hadn't considered the possibility that they wouldn't.

"Well, I should leave you to your morning routine," Freed spoke up again, gazing at the door frame rather than on Gajeel. He was biting his lip, and Gajeel grinned. "I'd recommend eating before you have a shower, I don't expect it would taste good cold. Although, don't feel the need to rush, we've pushed ourselves a lot this week and we will again tomorrow, so I thought today could be a rest day."

"Sounds good," Gajeel nodded a little. "If we ain't in a rush, I can eat with ya. You ain't eaten yet, right?"

"No, I haven't," Freed answered.

Gajeel reached for one of the robes hung on the back of the door and wrapped it around him, tying it tight around his waist. He made sure not to cover too much of his chest, just in case Freed wanted to sneak a peek at any point. He pulled a hair tie from his dresser and wrapped his mane up in a high ponytail, and stepped out of the bedroom, holding his plate of food again. Freed seemed a little shocked by Gajeel's actions - hopefully by his lack of clothes, too - but quickly recovered.

They started walking down the hallway, and Gajeel was given an unhindered view of Freed's ass. He filled his pants out excellently, and Gajeel couldn't help but keep looking back. He wondered what it looked like out of the clothes. Perfect, Gajeel was sure of that.

He really should have jerked off last night.

Still, it was too late to change things now, and given that it was right in front of him, he allowed himself to indulge. It was slightly humiliating when he was too engrossed by checking Freed out that he shoulder-barged a wall because he wasn't concentrating. It was even worse when he looked at Freed to see the man smirking at him, clearly amused. Had he caught him out?

That thought made Gajeel blush a little. He couldn't find the energy to be bothered by that.

They walked to Freed's kitchen, where another portion of eggs and bacon was sitting on the small table beside a mug of coffee. Gajeel placed his own meal at the seat opposite and sat down, his inner dragon almost purring at the intimacy of Freed sitting across from him. This really was a pretty sweet situation. Freed was a damn good cook, too.

As he ate, he kept glancing towards Freed. The man was fighting back yawns in an annoyingly cute way, while eating and sipping his coffee with a straight back and perfect posture. Perhaps Freed was showing manners because he had a guest, but Gajeel hoped that was how he always ate; Gajeel liked a man with quirks,

The overhead lights glinted on Freed's piercings, and Gajeel smiled. This was a pretty nice end to a week that had started off so shittily. Breakfast with a handsome man who was decorated with his iron, with the two of them just existing together.

He could get used to this.

——

"You wanna tell me where yer taking me," Gajeel asked, with a towel over his shoulder.

The afternoon was turning to evening, and Freed was guiding Gajeel through his back yard. They were going further than they had when fighting the mimic, and towards the mountains that the property backed on to. Gajeel had no idea where he was being taken, nor did he know why he needed a towel. Freed had been oddly evasive about what was happening.

All Gajeel had wanted was a bath. He didn't have one in his en-suite, so had asked Freed if he had one in the main bathroom. Freed had told him to follow him, and Gajeel had trusted him. Now, he was simply confused as to what was happening.

"You'll see soon enough," Freed said, still not answering the question.

He didn't push the subject, and frowned a little when Freed climbed some of the rocks, and squeezed himself between two boulders. Gajeel followed him, grunting a little as he pushed the two rocks aside and followed Freed through a small passage in the rocks, which was illuminated by the runes plastered onto the walls. He saw Freed ahead, and decided to remain quiet.

Before a minute had passed, they reached a clearing in the cave, and Gajeel halted a little in shock. The cave was as large as Freed's expansive yard, and most of it was submerged in water. Crystals decorated the walls, and when he looked up Gajeel could see through the mountain to the sky. It was an underground lake, but it felt almost ethereal in nature. Gajeel looked around in wonderment, taking steps forward.

"It's not exactly a bath," Freed said, and his eyes glowed. Runes that were planted around the lake came to life, and the water began to warm. "But it's close."

"You own this?" Gajeel asked, looking around still.

"Not technically, no," Freed laughed, and the gentle sound echoed through the cave. "But the only way in is part of my property, so I see it as mine."

"Fuck," Gajeel chuckled, which also bounced around in an echo. "Yer team are idiots," Freed frowned at that, and Gajeel grinned. "Yer house is amazing, you've got a space to train, and you've basically got a hot spring in yer back yard, and they didn't wanna live here? If I were them, I'd be beggin' ya to let me stay."

Freed smiled an honest smile, if only for a second. "They don't actually know about it."

"Really?"

"I quite enjoyed having the place to myself," Freed shrugged. "If they knew about it, they'd always be here. No doubt I'd always find them sneaking around my yard trying to come here without me knowing. Or maybe they would insist on being here when I wanted some time alone."

"Why d'ya show me then?" Gajeel frowned.

"I don't know," Freed thought for a moment. "Perhaps I'm a hypocrite."

"Maybe you are, but I ain't gonna complain," Gajeel grinned.

"I'll leave you to it," Freed said, apparently feeling like he had been dismissed. Gajeel didn't like that.

"I wouldn't mind some company," Gajeel shrugged. "If you ain't planning on doing something."

Freed considered. "I would enjoy that."

"Great," Gajeel grinned.

"I should get a towel, then," Freed shrugged. "It shouldn't take long, if you'll excuse me."

Freed walked towards the corridors, and once he had turned a corner a light purple lit up the space. Gajeel was pretty sure Freed had teleported back into the house, and grinned a little. Maybe he was wrong, but he was pretty sure that Freed was enthusiastic about this. Gajeel was too.

He removed his clothes pretty quickly, placing them on a dry stone before walking to the lake. He placed a foot in - the temperature was incredible - then climbed in entirely. There seemed to be natural seating carved into the stone, and he sat with his chest under the water.

Fuck, this was good. He was gonna have to convince Freed to let him do this again.

A minute or two after Gajeel had climbed into the water, Freed returned with a towel. He was still wearing his full outfit - coat included - and Gajeel pouted a little. The pout went away when Freed unbuckled the belt of the coat and removed it. Good, he hadn't changed his mind then.

As much as he wanted to watch the man strip, he wasn't going to be that much of a creep. He kept his eyes on the rocks opposite him, even if the sound of rustling fabric was torture. His resolve didn't last long, and he glanced towards Freed only for a second.

One mystery was solved. Freed's naked ass was fucking indescribable.

He looked away before Freed turned, and kept his gaze away from the very naked man as he climbed into the water. When he let out a satisfied groan, Gajeel had to clench his fists to stop himself from reacting. Freed naked, groaning and about ten feet away from him was too much temptation for any man. Gods, he had wanted a bath to relax. This was making him more tense, and he needed to distract himself from the naked man of his desires.

"Why d'ya dress like that?" He said before his better sense told him not to. Great, he'd insulted the man. Before Freed could get pissed at him, he continued speaking. "It ain't a bad look, you pull it off. Just meant it seems kinda restrictive for fighting," What a shitty excuse. "Sorry, I didn't wanna insult ya. It's just-"

"I'm not insulted, and you're not the first person to ask," Freed chuckled, and Gajeel turned to see the man looked quite amused.

And naked. Fuck, his muscle definition was to die for. Gajeel wanted to lick it all over.

"As for why I dress like I do, the simple answer is that I like it," Freed shrugged a little, lowering himself in the water so his shoulders were covered. "You can probably guess I grew up in aristocratic circles. I didn't particularly like my life when I was part of the elite, but I did enjoy the clothes. For a while, after I ran away, I dressed more conventionally. I saw it as rebellion, you see. But eventually I decided that I liked formalwear - that the clothes I left home with were some of my most prized possessions - and that I wouldn't allow my parents to take something else from me because I wanted to spite them."

"Makes sense," Gajeel agreed. He was quiet for a moment, but spoke again. "You don't sound like yer fond of yer parents."

"I detest them," Freed said with feeling. "They're bad people, and have done many bad things," He was quiet, before looking to the surface of the water. When he spoke again, he sounded sad. "They're the reason I was possessed."

"They possessed you?" Gajeel exclaimed, shocked.

"Not intentionally. Honestly, it's rather a funny story," Freed chuckled, and Gajeel looked at him as if he had grown another head. "Perhaps funny isn't the correct term. But it was a farce."

Gajeel wasn't sure how to react, so he stayed quiet.

"When I was fifteen, I met a boy. Charming fellow, a little rough around the edges at the time, but I fell head over heels for him," Freed chuckled, looking into the middle distance. "He would sneak into my house whenever he could. We started to date, you see. I suppose we were one-another's first loves, so we couldn't get enough of each other. We tried to keep our relationship a secret, but we got sloppy about it. My parents walked in on us kissing in my bedroom, and they weren't best pleased."

"Shit," Gajeel whispered. He couldn't exactly sympathise; Metalicana had stated often that a connection mattered more than a gender when it came to finding someone to love.

"They were religious, to an extreme degree," Freed explained, still looking away. "We had a chapel in the home, so the Gods would be present with us always. Well, they saw their only son with a man and saw it as an atrocity. They were cliche, almost. They spoke to our town's priest, who convinced them I had been possessed by a demon, and that I needed an exorcism."

"And he was right?" Gajeel asked.

"No. It was all bullshit. But this is where the farce comes," Freed laughed spitefully. "You see, an exorcism is like opening a door. If a demon lives in your soul, you open the door to shove it out. The issue is that, if a demon isn't living in your soul, you've opened the door for no reason. And that open door can allow something to slip in."

"So, they tried to exorcise you, and they let yer demon get inside you?" Gajeel summarised, and Freed nodded. "Fuckers."

"I suppose they didn't know what they were doing," Freed smiled ruefully. "Not with the demon, anyway. They seemed all too happy to bind me, cut me and burn me in the name of their faith," Gajeel gaped at him, and he laughed. "Exorcisms are rather brutal."

"Bastards," Gajeel growled.

"They are," Freed agreed. "The demon seemed to think so too, if it's any consolation. It took control immediately, you see, and attacked. It killed the priest, paralysed my father from the waist down, and blinded my mother in the right eye. It would have been a lot worse if it knew how to turn my body more demonic, as it was unfamiliar with how to control a human."

"Shame it couldn't kill 'em all," Gajeel grunted, but regretted it. He shouldn't have said that, but Freed didn't seem too bothered by the words. "You fight back against it?"

"I tried, but had no idea what to do," Freed sighed.

"So it took yer body on a rampage?"

"It would have, but it was stopped," Freed explained, absently playing with the water. "At this point, I should tell you that the boy I was seeing was Laxus. He had come to my town on a mission, we had met by chance and he visited most weekends. When my parents walked in on us, he refused to leave the town because he saw their reactions. He sensed the influx of magic so ran to my house to see if I was okay. He saw the demon and I suppose his instincts took over. As I said, the demon wasn't able to control a human body very well, so Laxus managed to defeat it before it could hurt anybody else."

"Were you okay?" Gajeel asked. "After it happened, I mean?"

"It was unusual. I was completely drained of magic so I didn't wake up for weeks. Laxus brought me to Fairy Tail, so Porlyusica was tending to me. She realised that the demon needed to feed off my energy, so stripped me of all the energy I didn't need. Essentially I was kept on the brink of death for a week," Freed looked a little sad. "They considered performing another exorcism, but with the lack of energy it might have killed me. And it was an untested treatment that could make things worse, so they didn't know what to do.

"Eventually they turned to the Wizard Saints, who said runic magic might help. The rune army came, wished to take me away but Makarov wouldn't let them. They wrote runes on my soul meant to suppress the demon. Eventually I was allowed to wake up, and the demon couldn't break free of the runes. Tentatively I was allowed more of my energy, and the demon still couldn't break out. When I was allowed to use magic again, I decided to learn runes so I wouldn't have to meet with the army weekly to replenish the spell. Slowly, I got used to it, and it became part of my life. My parents found me at some point, paid me to disown me and buy my silence, and I began life at Fairy Tail. Eventually, it became normal."

"Fuck," Gajeel breathed, not sure of what else to say. That was a lot of information Freed had trusted him with. He needed to be tactful, but that wasn't his expertise. "Must've been rough."

"It was, but then it got better," Freed shrugged, skin shimmering in the moonlight. "Sorry, I've rather brought down the mood, haven't I?"

"Ain't a problem," Gajeel assured him on instinct, because Freed was hurting and he didn't like that. Freed was still looking at the surface of the water, sad. He couldn't accept that, so spoke again with forced teasing. "So, you and Sparky were together, huh? You still screwing?"

"Gods no," Freed laughed at that, and it seemed genuine. "No. When I was recovering we didn't think it wise to be anything intimate. When I was at a place where I could try something, we had created a friendship we both cherished. We're better platonic than romantic," Freed glanced to Gajeel, smiling a little. "He wasn't my type, anyway."

"What's yer type?"

"Strong willed, principled, powerful. Essentially, I want a man more exciting than my job," Freed shrugged, then looked back to Gajeel for a moment. "A man who's able to set my world on fire."

"You ever found a guy like that?" Gajeel asked, voice a little hopeful.

"I could hardly tell you, where's the fun in that?" Freed laughed, spreading his arms against the edge of the lake. He didn't look away from Gajeel this time, and he was pretty sure Freed was checking him out. "What's your type?"

"Smart, capable, a guy with a great ass wouldn't hurt," Gajeel looked shamelessly at Freed, eyeing his abs through the rippling water. If Freed wanted to drop all pretence of not finding him hot, then he'd do the same. "Maybe a man who knows how to keep me in line when I'm being a dick. But I don't want a square."

"That's rather a contradiction," Freed smirked a little, and his tongue poked out for a moment. Gajeel decided he was going to pierce that tongue one day. "It'd be awfully hard to find a man like that."

"They're rare," Gajeel agreed.

"Have you ever found a man worth your time?"

"I ain't telling you if you ain't telling me," Gajeel laughed, crossing his arms and flexing his biceps.

Freed seemed to think for a moment, and Gajeel grinned. The energy between them had changed yet again, this time charged with a sexual edge. Maybe the change from the seriousness of their conversation to this was drastic, but it was also perfect. Gajeel was sure that Freed didn't tell people about his life if he didn't trust them, so him explaining his past was an expression of their relationship. It was Freed taking Gajeel's advice, accepting the unconventional nature of their relationship rather than thinking things through. He trusted Gajeel for no real reason, but the trust was there no matter what.

This was how the week was destined to end, Gajeel realised. The tension between them at the start of the week hadn't left, it had just changed. Their antagonist side had been replaced with desire. Desire for more, for something intimate and primal.

"What if I showed you?" Freed offered.

"Showed me?" Gajeel quirked an eyebrow. "How d'ya plan on doing that."

Freed didn't speak, but he stood up. Gajeel swallowed, breathless as he looked up at Freed's naked body. He was illuminated by the moonlight, looking beautiful in his nudity. His muscles rippled, hair clinging to his back and he slowly walked towards Gajeel. He was transfixed by the man, unable to look away from the ethereal draw the man had on him.

With slow, teasing movements, Freed lowered himself again. Gajeel let out a shuddering breath when Freed straddled him, cupping his jaw gently. They stared at each other for a moment, wonderstruck.

"You sure this is what you want?" Gajeel whispered.

"Yes," Freed whispered in return, smiling so beautifully that Gajeel couldn't look away. "So very sure."

They moved towards one another at the same time. Their heads tilted and their lips pressed together in a slow, perfect kiss. Freed's lips were rougher than they looked, and the way he melted into Gajeel was incredible. His movements were slow and addictive, and Gajeel wanted more.

His inner dragon was practically purring in delight, and Gajeel could feel his magic running through the runes on his arm. This was right. This was natural. This was inevitable.

His hands laced into Freed's hair, grinning when a little tug got Freed to moan. Their bodies were pressed tight, and Gajeel felt Freed's hand on his lower back, pushing him closer. They leaned further into the kiss, as close to a single being two men could be. Gajeel's eyes had closed in pleasure as he ran a hand down Freed's spine, and cupped his bare ass.

"Gods," Freed gasped when they pulled apart. "That was… Gods."

"Fuck I wanted to do that since the moment I saw ya," Gajeel said, and he wasn't lying. He hadn't realised it was what he'd always wanted to do, but it was obvious now. "Fuck yer amazin'."

"You're beautiful," Freed responded, still breathless.

They looked at each other for a moment, grinning at one another. Freed felt just as explosively alive as Gajeel did, the dragon-slayer was sure of that. This was how they belonged, and all of the fighting and posturing and self-doubting was just a bullshit distraction because they didn't know how to deal with the overwhelming need for each other.

Freed was his Minn Maðr. His person.

"If you'd like, I bet I can teleport us both to my room without breaking a kiss," Freed offered with a mischievous smile that sent Gajeel's blood alight. Gods, this man!

"Fuck yeah!" Gajeel said, unashamedly grinning.

As runes covered their naked bodies, Gajeel felt an overwhelming sense of rightness. As they hit the mattress, he let out a small 'Gihi.'

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Gavin Yandere hcs pls? (Romantic)

Okay so, I love Gavin a lot and wowie - would a yandere incubus be terrifying. But since mine are sawft, there's slightly less to worry about...

Though uh, concerns might lie within the fact that Erik confirmed Gavin to be the strongest character that we know of in current canon.

... Hmm

Gender Neutral! Reader + Reader is Freelancer

~ Dari

Gavin + General Yandere HCs

the yandere behavior is essentially nonexistent if he doesn't have someone he's romantically attracted to, as we see in canon, he does experience it often (could make him grayaro or demiromantic)

even then, it's not so far fetched among d(a)emons to be protective of empathy daemons so this behavior isn't really at all looked at too strongly

he is also aware of this part of him, though with him and other's ability to read emotions... he actually somewhat embraces this part of him as opposed to just hiding it - at least, once you're together

(though he probably keeps most of the unsavory things he does under wraps; not like hiding it - more like leaving it alone if it’s not explicitly asked)

the protective, worshipper type

okay so let's be honest now, he holds you high above a lot of people as a whole already being as you make him all mushy and soft and he's in love with you

now that he has you, literally the most perfect creature that had ever graced his life

... he has no intention of allowing anyone to take you from him, not when you so readily gifted yourself to him

interestingly, he's not the jealous type

like Gavin loves you more than anything and will absolutely... deal with the people that make you uncomfortable

even use his magic to manipulate particular people into staying away from you when he senses their intentions aren't good

especially as he is very secure in how you feel about him and vise-versa, there is really no need to get all uppity when his love rivals are usually easily dealt with

the minute he heard everything about Kody and Vega, you'd already started to grapple at the darker parts of him and he does make it clear he is immensely unhappy with what they did to you

the only reason why he hadn't killed Vega because that malicious part of Gavin would have fed him for one, but secondly was because this was before you were officially together

also he didn't want to subject you and Caelum to the sight

not as murdery as most other yanderes mostly as he doesn't really care to kill people, only really if they've wronged you or hurt you in some way and it could possibly be better for you if they're gone

actually somewhat leery of your other friends(the not as close ones), especially if they display feelings for you - as he'd seen people only try and become friends if they had a secondary motive

it hiked on the fact that it'd upset you if anything happened to them so he'd leave them be

Damien, Lasko, and Huxley are all different stories because he actually likes them for one and in the fact that they cared a lot about you...

the idea of polyamory isn't too daunting if it's specifically them

... okay so Kody

he decidedly moved on from that because it'd made you upset and it wasn't really something he cared much about when the guy was basically getting as far from you as possible

but after y'all started dating... he could practically feel how upset you occasionally grew on the subject of bridging

and that your first experience, was through him

it burns Gavin that he is unable to bridge with you and help you associate it with something else... he'd probably talk to your friends about it a little later on

but for now, his focus is on making sure a certain wet bitch can't interfere in your life ever again

killing him would be much too easy, not to mention get him locked away

but maybe some dreamwalking should be implemented to give him a message

to plant a sense of danger every time Gavin's beloved deviant came to mind