#but because the mc is just a selfish person who would let everyone around them die as long as they got what they wanted

[cheerfulmelancholies]

Omg yes! The world is going to end in 48 hours so why are we worrying about romance right now when you're the only person who can stop it?

Another kind of diversity we need in writing is protagonists without love interests. Give me adults with full-fledged stories that don't include falling in love.

[hargreeves-duncan]

Hey, I read your last Five fics which I absolutely loved and I was wondering if I could request a (Five x Reader) or (Five x OC) in which Five betrays the MC with Lila in the subway and when they come back MC leaves him and meets someone else who she falls deeply in love with (probably married her new partner and even has children) and years later Five finds her and he tries to fix everything because he realized that whatever happened with Lila was not real love and then he witnesses MC with her new family and realizes that it could’ve been him if only he would’ve treasured her love and stayed loyal to her?

I just love angst with a happy ending for the person who was betrayed and a miserable life for the traitor.

a/n: i’m inclined to agree, bad people deserve to get what’s coming to them!! i know everyone really wanted a pt. 2 to the cheating!Five fic and that’s what this turned into so… hope you enjoy!❤️

summary: you’ve moved on, five’s still recovering from the life that could’ve been

warnings: cheating

word count: 2.2k

tags: @snixx2088

pt. 1

Five checked the address in his notepad for the hundredth time since he’d left his apartment. He looked back up at the house with its neat entryway and wide, glorious front garden. There were cream roses spiralling around the white picket fences and he wondered if you were the one who’d painted them. You'd always had a knack for fixing things up and making them shine better than they had without you, himself included. Your entire house, no, home, was beautiful - but what else did he expect? It was yours, after all.

He took a deep breath, wringing out his hands that were already sweating profusely. He hadn’t felt nerves like these in years. It had been so long since you’d last seen him and your life looked so perfect and picturesque without him in it that he felt selfish for dirtying your lawn with his presence.

Things had been difficult during the split, you couldn’t even hold his eye or be alone in the same room as him after the events of Christmas Eve. But even after everything, you’d still been straight with him, and civil too, when you told him that you were going to stay somewhere else for a while. You'd needed some time before the two of you could be close again and, of course, he’d agreed. To tell the truth, at the time he hadn’t even minded. He had Lila then. Why was there any need for you to stay around?

But after a while, she had left too. For Lila, their seven years together really only had been a fling, a spur of the moment. She went back to her husband, her family. And Diego, being softer than you were, let her, no matter what she’d done or how badly she’d hurt him. The two of them had pushed forward and eventually they’d made it to the other side. They weren’t the same couple as they had been, but they were doing better, and for them that was enough.

After that, Five had grown bitter towards you and the way you’d reacted. Why couldn’t you see things the way Diego had? Why hadn’t you taken him back and reassured him that you would fix it all, like his brother had done for Lila? That was how things were supposed to go.

He was angry at Lila for a while too, for choosing her family over the future he wanted with her. He hadn't understood how their affair was formed by circumstance, not love. He knew better now.

Looking back, a small part of him actually respected you more for turning him away. It was strong of you to choose yourself for once and he was proud of how you’d pushed through, even when he had begged and pleaded for you to take him back. 

He wouldn’t do that today, he promised himself, as he marched on and up the steps of your front porch. He brushed his hair out of his face and then he reached up, knocking on the door. He heard the soft thump of feet on the hardwood floors draw closer.

The door opened and there you stood, smiling, “Hi!” You paused as you registered who it was that stood in front of you. Shocked, you said, “Oh! You are not the mail.”

Five laughed softly, shaking his head, “Uh… I am not, no.” He silently looked over you, taking in the ways you’d changed since he last saw you. Your hair was slightly longer than it used to be, but it looked good, suited you. As did the outfit you were wearing. He didn't dare to say that out loud though.

“I… Hi, Five. What can I do for you?” You asked, stepping out onto the porch and gently closing the door behind you. He’d missed your soft-spoken voice and hearing it made a dreamy smile form on his face.

“I wanted to check on you, see how you’ve been.” He gestured to your front door, “May I…?”

You hesitated for a moment but then you sighed, nodding and smiling weakly, “Yeah, of course. Come on in.” You say, opening the door again and leading him inside. You’re walking three strides ahead of him as you ask, “Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee?”

“Uh, yeah. Coffee would be great, actually.” He says, blinking up at you in slight surprise as he steps into your home. He was expecting more resistance. The interior of your home is just as nice as the outside. It’s warm and so clearly full of the love that you’ve put into it. His eyes are drawn to the pictures on the shelf in the walkway.

There are a few of you with his siblings. He’s not surprised about that. In the wake of your divorce, it was you that they’d sided with and, even now, they were still treading lightly around Lila and him at family functions. What does surprise him are the two children that Klaus has his arms wrapped around in the family portrait at some celebration or other. They feature in several photos, dressed in pretty dresses and sporting toothy grins in almost every one.

Before he can overthink it, your voice is calling out to him, “Five?” You poke your head out of the kitchen door and he smiles resignedly. He stands up and follows you into the kitchen. He sits on one of the stools at the island.

The only sound comes from you, pouring out his coffee. You fetch yourself a water and then slide his mug towards him. He smiles gently, taking the warm beverage into his hands, “Thank you, love.”

Leaning on the counter, opposite him, your head snaps up to look at him as you laugh nervously. Catching his mistake, Five shakes his head, laughing a little himself, “Sorry. I guess it's still a force of habit.”

“It’s fine.” You say with a small smile, sipping from your own glass. The silence becomes comfortable. There was something familiar about this routine, enjoying the quiet company of one another and it settles any nerves left in Five.

Steadying his breath, his eyes search the kitchen for answers of what your life has looked like these last few years. More than a few times, he’d asked his siblings and they’d given little or sometimes even nothing to work with. He wished he still knew your ins and outs like he used to.

He finds his answers hanging up in a frame on the far wall. It’s a nice photo of you, your happiness shines out of it and watches over the room. There’s someone else in it too. Five doesn’t recognise him but by the placement of his hands, he knows what he must mean to you.

Five clears his throat, pointing to the photo with his mug, “Who’s the guy?”

You look up and feel your cheeks flame as you find the photo you had taken on your last vacation, “He’s my partner.” You say and your smile is shy as you talk about him. One mention of this guy and you’re already indescribably smile-y.

It makes Five’s stomach churn when you say, “We’ve been together for nearly five years now.”

“Oh, wow…” He says, eyebrows raising. He’s trying and failing miserably to mask his surprise and pain. It’s not as if he expected you to come running back into his arms with some crazy love confession or anything, but he didn’t think you’d have moved on either.

What hurts the most is how happy you look to be talking about your new partner, your eyes lit up with affection that used to be reserved for him, “That’s… that’s amazing, congratulations.”

You smile softly, wrapping your arms around yourself as you set your glass down, “Thank you.”

“And the kids in those photos in the hallway…?” Five says, glancing over his shoulder as if they’ll come barreling in at any second. He’s not sure he could face two girls with eyes just like yours staring back at him.

You nod, “They’re mine, yeah. They’re three. At pre-school right now, but, you know…” You answer, shrugging and smiling at the thought of your twin little girls.

After your time at The Commission, you’d been terrified of the mother you'd be. Some days it still felt like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop and for you to turn into a cruel, awful person. But, you hadn't so far and your partner was always there to soothe you when those thoughts started to creep up on you.

You were still learning that it was okay to be a mother and have had your own life before that as an assassin. Being a good killer didn’t stop you from being a good mother and you were more than capable of giving your girls the love they deserved. Everything you did was for the good of them and you were doing an amazing job at giving them a happy and completely normal life.

“Jesus, wow…” Five laughs to himself, running a hand over his face as he looks back at you. He’s speechless, hearing about the wonderful life that you’ve built yourself. He feels a deep-rooted guilt spring up in him. He never gave you that life but it was plain to see how much you craved it and how you were thriving in it.

He’d spent so long saying that maybe, one day, in between all of the chaos of your lives, you’d find time for a quiet life like this. He’d spent every waking moment pushing the future and its commitments as far away as he could, arguing that all he wanted was to focus on you whilst he had you in his arms. But he had never given you what you wanted and now you’d found it with someone else.

Swallowing down the ache in his chest, he pulled his mug closer to himself, seeking out the warmth of it on his palms to ground him, “You look really happy.”

“I am, I really am.” You say, smiling softly at him. You were happy that Five had come here today, that you could get some true closure on your time together, it felt like a lifetime ago now. Sunlight poured into the kitchen and your bracelet shimmered under its rays, a dazzling silver.

A strained smile makes its way onto Five’s face at the sight of it, yet another symbol of the fact that didn’t belong to him anymore. It hurt to admit it but silver suited you far better than gold ever did, and he’s sure that there’s a metaphor somewhere in there but he wasn't ready to face the truth behind it yet.

You take another sip of water and there’s a peaceful silence that falls over the room that gives you both the chance to absorb everything that’s passed between you in the last two decades. You look over his features and tilt your head to the side, “What about you, though? How’re you doing?”

Five could answer with what he’s really thinking - that he’s sorry for putting your dreams on the back-burner and that he didn't treasure you the way should've the first time around. He wants to tell you that if you go with him right now and give it all up that he can be the one to provide for you instead and he wants to tell you that he would be so much better than your new partner ever could - but he won’t, he promised he wouldn't.

Instead, he smiles weakly, shrugging his shoulders as he sits up, “I’m doing okay.”

You’ve said it yourself, you’re happy as you are and, unlike him, you're not hung up on the 'what ifs' and the 'could've beens'. You don't need him anymore and he's not selfish enough to risk ruining your happiness just to make some pathetic promise that you both know he won't keep.

“Yeah? That’s good. I’m glad.” You smile and the genuinity in your voice is the real kicker. You’re such a good person that you still care enough to want to know that he’s alright after everything, when he's still weighing up whether he should ruin your relationship or not.

He can’t help but question if he ever deserved you in the first place.

There’s a knock at the door and the both of you jump slightly. You laugh, “That must be the mail.” You set your glass down, padding out of the room.

He chuckles to himself, nodding, “Looks like it.” He mutters, finishing the dregs of his coffee and places the mug down on the counter as he stands up. He has to get out before he ruins your life all over again with words that you don't want to hear.

Walking back into the room with two boxes on your hip, you watch as he picks up his coat, “Oh! Please, don’t feel rushed, you don’t have to leave yet. I don’t have to go get the girls for another few hours.”

Five shakes his head, “No, it's alright. I’ll get out of your hair.” He says, walking into the hallway, “Thank you, by the way, for the coffee.”

“Of course, you’re welcome.” You say, following behind him as he walks out of the door.

He hovers on the porch and you smile kindly at him, “Just... please, don’t be a stranger, Five.”

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to."

[wanted-game-if]

Wanted Game is a cowboy fantasy with some lovecraftian horror interactive fiction game

You wake up in the middle of nowhere, the sun blistering hot

no food,

no water,

and probably the most concerning thing of all you don't remember anything not your name, not where you are and not what you look like

You are found by a gang of outlaws the leader (or who you assume the leader to be) takes you captive but then offers you a deal you can't possibly pass up but things smell fishy.. they are outlaws who are there for their selfish reasons how can you truly trust them;

especially when they all seem to know something about you even though you have a mask stuck to your face they aren’t willing to tell what they know about you

no matter how close you get or how many tricks you try

• A customizable Mc though physical customization is somwhat limited until later in the story.

• Paint/design the mask and thought out the story their will be some options that will affect your mask

• Romance 10 of the charaters 7 main ones and 3 youll just have to figure out, one of the secret romances is a poly route with Oscar, got commitment issues or just looking for fun theres a large aray of flings along the road so dont you worry

• Doom or help the jobs succeed with your choices

• Grow relationships with the rest of the gang {{and even the group of bounty hunters chasing after you and the gang}}

• When not doing jobs entertain your self with a hobby or work on your skills

Oscar || He/They || 24 || 5’3

{{ Attracted to Men & Non-binary people }}

Growing up in the gang most would probably assume Oscar is mean, greedy, selfish but if given the chance you would find a soft caring man with a love for literature almost always with a book when he is not scouting or helping his ma with sewing up clothes the gang tend to wreck

Emile || Xe/Xem || 27 || 5’10

{{ Attracted to Everyone & Anyone }}

Oscars older brother Emile is very protective of Xyrs little brother emile is known to sleep around and be a massive flirt but never actually letting anyone be anything to Xem then a pretty face Xe can fool around with. sometimes you catch Xem staring at you with a expression you don’t quite understand

Louis || He/Him || 30 || 6’2

{{ Questioning }}

A very quiet man always tending to the horses or making wood sculptures hes very quiet keeping to himself not because of anything distrustful or rude he seems to just like being alone he is always looking to help out with jobs as long as he can keep his distance with people

Boss || He/Him || 58.. || 6’0

{{ Attracted to anyone but must be close to them emotionally before he does anything sexual in nature }}

A very talkative older man with alot of elegance for a outlaw he always has plans brewing though his number one goal is keeping the gang safe. He tends to be overprotective of everyone and can be a very hotheaded man its very easy to press his buttons

Ares || he/they/she || 28 || 5’11

{{ Attracted to anyone }}

Growing up in high society Ares learnt to be a very charismatic and social fellow most people would call her a charming, gentle, kind person but if you peer close enough through their wall you will soon learn that she is not at all what she appears and she has a more nasty complex towards commoners, rich folk and especially outlaws

Clara || She/Her || 40 || 5’5

{{ Attracted to men }}

Clara a sweet older lady recently joined up with the gang temporarily to help get funds to get her home but something about her story doesn’t add up, she seems like she wouldn’t hurt a fly so many dismiss her but some ought remember she is still an outlaw no matter how sweet she seems

Adelaide || She/Her || 37 || 4’9

{{ Attracted to women and non-binary people }}

Adelaide is the best with all things traps, distractions and explosives she cant be a bit much always adding a flare to everything and talking so fast you only barely understand she isn’t very observant when it comes to body language and tone so don’t expect her you realize your emotions straight away. she is also Boss’s Niece

T} ??? || he/him || 30 || 6’0 || Poly route with Oscar

{{ Attracted anyone}}

“They are so utterly perfect for him I’m jealous of them but i also want them aswell how selfish my heart is”

S} ??? || They/Them || 29 || 5’8

{{ Attracted to women }}

“In darkness she is the one stray ray of light that kisses my face”

J} ??? || they prefer just to be called by their name || 33 || 6’5

{{Attracted to women & men}}

“Its against my job, my morals,my life so tell me why it feels so right”

||Demo:TBA || Pinterest || Art Acc || My boundaries and asks boundaries

Sorry for any misspellings or weird way i worded things

[nica-my-beloved]

This is just my impression so far on the MCs of Ikemen Series. I have seen posts about Ikemen MC not having enough spite, dumb, damsel and distress etc etc....and to some point I do agree with it. Even I made a post about MCs being overly positive. But at the same time I feel like this is done on purpose from the writers' part.

Let's just say it, the MCs are not really that relatable even though they try to make it look like that. MCs in these games are very kind-hearted for no reason, overly positive and lack basic common sense. For example, take this scene from Harry's story event:

Harry did mention to her before this that he can detect if a person is lying or not when he makes eye-contact. In the scene mentioned above, a person with common sense can easily tell that Harry lost on purpose. But for some reason Kate thought he lost because she was able deceived him. It is only later that Harry told her and Kate looked genuinely surprised. I don't think Kate is dumb. But I feel like the writers think we players are not that smart enough to distinguish between Harry's lies and truth. It makes me laugh some times.

I just honestly feel like MCs are portrayed this way so that we players could understand the game and its characters better. Like Paimon from genshin, who repeats everything in baby terms so that we could understand what we have to do (even if her screechy noise is annoying). MCs here are played by us, so when male characters has a plan that they don't reveal, MCs try to find out what their plan is so that we could understand. That's it. MCs are here just simplify the story to make us understand the character's better. They'll only ask the male characters what's needed to know right now and not anything extra. If it where a realistic MCs, she would ask more logical questions like:

Is Victor also cursed?

If Crown consists of only 'cursed' people and Victor went around to search these people, are there any 'cursed' people out there who rejected his request?

More questions on their abilities like: Can Harry still detect lies if someone closes their eye? Can Elbert trigger sad memories if a person doesn't have a sad memory? etc etc...

But we don't see Kate asking these questions.

I feel like the reason why we feel sometimes frustrated when MCs act in a certain way is because these MCs are not at all realistic. I'll never believe that someone with common sense did not try to run away after watching a murder happen. I'll never believe that someone with common sense falling into easy traps. Like this one scene from Silvio's story where, Silvio's daddy visits Rhodolite because his lost son is found and he also wants to know if Rhodolite King is dead blah blah blah...you guys know that story (I assume). Emma has to choose the next King without Silvio's dad knowing and they wait for Sariel's call. A servant comes to Emma's room to call both her and Rio. This servant itself is sus because Emma clearly states that she hasn't seen that servant before. When I read this, I immediately knew it was red flag. But even so, Emma and Rio ignores the red flag and goes with the servant and what do you know? They get kidnapped. The scene was very predictable. But it's so frustrating because, realistically speaking I think normal people would feel a little bit suspicious about the person given the situation. Maybe even question the servant. That's why I'm saying...I do feel MCs are not realistic enough. I don't think anyone is overly-kindhearted to the point that they would accept insults from the male leads and be like "I'm going to prove myself to you!". Normal people would just be like "fuck off!" and won't listen to their insults. No one is so dumb it fall into easy traps and no normal person is like "I will work hard to get to know them better." Majority of the people are way smarter and way selfish (not in a bad way though!). Many people have attitude, not everyone are kind to strangers. That's why MCs are not realistic, so there is no use in comparing MC to your personality or your intelligence. They are just tools for explaining the story in a simplified way and moving the plot forward. Because like I said, if Emma and Rio didn't go with the servant and get kidnapped, Silvio's story wouldn't move forward.

That's all. This no hate, this is just how I felt after reading quite amount of stories both in-game and on tumblr. MC's don't have much background because the writers don't really put too much thought about their personality. MCs are basically last on their lists. They just make sure that she's an adult, working woman (doing some odd jobs like a flowershop lady or something, because I've never seen a CEO MC), and they are very kind for some reason. They don't have family (except for Emma), they don't have a story, they don't have anything that impacts their personality. At least it would have been nice to see why a MC is so kind-hearted would be nice. But otome games' main selling points are the male leads. The male leads falls for MC's purity in their dark world.

[selenacosmic]

Hi! Can I request for a Mc that is an Idol(maybe kinda like Ai Hoshino) in the future and them finding out about it?(can you include Kicho and Motonari, please? And the rest is your choice) and I really love your writing!

Hello! I love this idea! Thank you for the request.

Idol MC.

Oda forces.

Nobunaga Oda.

Nobunaga knew that there was something special about you, something that captivated him. Not only him, but all of those around you, it felt like you were special. It was only when you both go to the future that he finds out why.

The concept of idol was completely new to him, and yet you fit the category perfectly. While there, he was making sure to keep any crazy fans away with his overwhelming dominant aura. It was mostly to keep you safe, and maybe a bit because of jealousy.

Mitsuhide Akechi.

Mitsuhide felt like you were a strange light making way through the darkness that was him, trying to cheering him up even though he never showed his negative emotions. And yet it felt like a light that he couldn’t quite grasp at. That was the perfect concept of an idol and you fit right into it. Despite his feelings, he wouldn’t let you see these vulnerable emotions of his, hiding it by teasing you.

In the future, he noticed how dangerous it was for you, many people also wanted to grasp at your light, even if it meant harming you. Something he wouldn’t allow to happen.

Uesugi-Takeda alliance.

Kenshin Uesugi.

Kenshin is already a very possessive person over those he loves, but that becomes more intense with you for two reasons, the first is because he loves you, and the second is because you enchant everyone around you and that makes him easily jealous.

Now, knowing how protective he could be, you thought it was a better idea to reveal to him the truth about your career in the future, rather than letting him finding out there. Maybe going back to the future where you are a beloved idol with a protective Kenshin isn’t a good idea.

Shingen Takeda.

That you are an angel, a goddess, a celestial maiden was perfectly clear to shingen, but that becomes even more clearer with how you naturally shine among others. While you were used to being praised, it felt different when it came from shingen. From him, it wasn’t obsession, it was true love and devotion.

Going to the future was inevitable, but with sasuke’s help, you were able to stay hidden, for the most part, so that Shingen could get his treatment peacefully. He could see just how many other people saw you as an angel there.

Lone forces.

Kichou.

Kichou already knew about you, about your fame in the modern era. From a distance, he couldn’t see what people really saw in admiring you, but it was when you met each other in the sengoku era that he found out.

You were precious, someone who others naturally admired, it almost made him jealous of how unreachable you were. Still, you chose to be near him, and now he would be more selfish by keeping you to himself.

Motonari Mouri.

Motonari had already heard of how the Oda princess was admired, but he managed to confirm that fact after he kidnapped you. Practically all of his crew were enchanted by you, something that, while he kept his distance, annoyed him. What was so special about you, he didn’t quite know until he got closer to you.

There wasn’t a need to go to the future to see how you managed to steal hearts. And as a pirate, Motonari knew he had a great treasure in his hands.

[belphegorbillickin]

Autistic MC with Beel & Belphie

(CW!:) Belphie is selfish and manipulative as always, it's not really a healthy relationship even if it's a loving one. Stop reading at "He's the voice" to avoid it, though Beelzebub is also there to balance it out.

The same disclaimer for the previous set of autistic MC HCs applies.

This is not a even a remotely good indicator for self-suspecting autism and plenty of these things could easily be relatable to allistics, even the most mentally healthy neurotypicals.

So of course everyone is free to enjoy and relate to it! ^_^

Beelzebub:

Get ready for the best damn hugs of your life! Whatever way you want to be hugged, Beelzebub will deliver, anytime and anywhere.  Well, unless you want to be bigger or even just the same size as the person hugging you, but Beel's devoted enough to try to find a way to shrink for a bit if that's what you really want. Plus, think about how much bigger food would be in comparison!

Speaking of food, if there's any kind of texture you don't want to eat, or any other restrictions of course, Beel is more than happy to do it for you. He'll even pretend to steal it off your plate and let himself get lectured for it if you're in a situation where someone is trying to force you to eat something. Though he does try to make sure you're getting enough nutrition himself.

Beelzebub will always ensure you have something you can eat to the best of his abilities. He wouldn't mind ordering takeout or picking something up together afterward at all. Hell, you'd probably catch him trying to go out during a massive storm for one of your snacks. He always tries to have your favorite foods on hand just in case, even if it means constantly having to replace them because he can't resist the idea of sharing something you love. Beel also understands that all of smacking and chewing can be sensory hell even for "normal people," so he'll always give you a head's up before eating so you can put your headphones on and try to eat before hanging out with you if he can. Belphie will also happily give you the food off of his plate any time you want it, but he does the same for Beelzebub and is a bit of a picky eater with a low appetite himself, so do make sure he's eating enough when Beel is distracted.

He's also a great cook and a very patient teacher that'll eat any and all failed attempts, so he'd be more than happy to try to help you improve your cooking skills if that's something you struggle with. Beel's definitely the kinda guy that'd put all the knives out of reach if you really struggle with your motor skills though, and would only let you start peeling/chopping with safety gloves on. He doesn't mind taking on all the steps that give you a lot of trouble either. Even just staying with him as he cooks, keeping him distracted, and reminding him that he can't eat it all is more than enough to keep him happy.

Beelzebub is very intrigued by the concept of chew necklaces if you use them. He may or may not have tried one of yours he saw lying around. …It didn't end well. He basically impaled it on his massive teeth on the first gentle bite. It didn't even taste like anything either. He really can't see the appeal of it at all… You'll have to explain to him that it's just for the feeling of chewing, not actually eating, to help keep you from biting things you shouldn't. When you put it that way, he really sympathizes. Beelzebub actually thinks it's really cute that you kind of have something in common like that. Needless to say, he definitely fights for your right to keep it on you when you need it.

And if anyone has a problem with you or your needs? They have a problem with Beelzebub, and anyone who has a problem with Beelzebub has a problem with his brothers. Beelzebub's been the glue holding the family together for centuries and he'll gladly be the glue holding you together if you'd let him. He's incredibly patient with stuttering and does his best to protect MC from their harmful stims. He'll actively encourage, or rather almost force you, to take it out on him instead. Go on, don't worry, you'll break your own bones before you give him so much as a tiny scratch or a bruise.

Beelzebub is very empathetic when it comes to the people he cares about, and the most emotionally intelligent brother by far. He'd prefer for you to come and try to communicate with him when you're feeling down or overwhelmed before it becomes a big deal and would try to encourage you to do so, but he's always keeping an eye out and ready to intervene. If you're the kind of person that shuts down and needs to be left alone? He'll immediately put Belphie into a headlock, prying him and anyone else away if need be. He'd do his best to help encourage healthy habits and slow but steady growth, not allowing anyone to shove you into something you're not ready for, even if that day may never come. He's also very much able to sympathize with feeling "worthless" due to not being able to do as much as other people and feeling "slow," and does his best to try to keep you from feeling the same way.

Beel's also a great listener and almost always happy to just hang out, regardless of whatever it is y'all are doing together, so he's by far the best one to go to when no one else shares your interests. Feel free to chatter on about it on his back while he does his push-ups or while y'all are doing chores together and he'll surprise you with how much of it he retains and tries to bond with you over. He'd love for you to at least come to his most important games and would try to make it as accessible as possible, but he understands that it's not always enough. Do be sure to support him in your own way though, he'd very much appreciate it! 

Belphegor:

Who needs a weighted blanket when you have Belphie? Probably most people tbh, considering blankets don't have horns or thorny tails and don't actively resist being moved around or, god forbid, being left behind. Belphie's extremely clingy and tactile by nature when he likes someone, and he doesn't handle rejection very well. Which is definitely something that's an issue when you have sensory issues and can't stand the feeling of someone's hair or breath on you, or even any kind of touch at all (even through thick clothes and blankets) most of the time.

At least he can always guarantee a good night's sleep regardless of any noises, stressors, or changes in routine; so long as you trust enough to let him use his powers on you anyway. He promises getting addicted to his magic is mostly harmless, as long as you always keep him around and never ever sleep without him again. He'll let you come running any time you need his soothing voice and powers to help calm yourself down, actively encourages you to let him free you from your physical prison as often as you'd like.

But feel free to be as blunt about your boundaries as you need to be. It's pretty much the only way he'll listen, and he's fairly used to it after spending an eternity with Beelzebub anyway. He'll learn to adapt to your limits so long as they apply to everyone.  While Belphegor may not be anywhere near as kind or empathetic as Beel is, he's still very devoted to the very few people he chooses to let in and catches on quickly. He will listen if you tell him if you need to be left alone in complete and utter silence when you start getting overstimulated, though he'll also say it doesn't count if he's just passed out in the corner (even though it very much does) at first. You don't have to worry about softening up your sentences and micromanaging your tone with either of the twins really, they're both the "actions over words" type and won't overthink it unless you are the kind of person to be passive-aggressive. Even then, he can when you're just being blunt vs intentionally hurtful, though he'll definitely use it to his advantage against his "rivals." Belphegor would probably (playfully) give you some shit for it at first, but he's just being a dick, as is his nature, and will drop it the second he notices it hurts you, (if it would), once you two become close.

Similar to Satan, Belphie also automatically explains anything he knows you won't/didn't get, though only if he feels like it's necessary and in a much more arrogant manner by default. He's actually not being condescending on purpose for once, it just comes so naturally to him that he doesn't always know how to explain things and he's already used to doing most of the critical thinking for Beelzebub. God forbid anyone else talks down to you though, he's just as protective of you as he is of Beelzebub, if not more so.  He has his blind spots, but he won't force you into anything that would cause real distress and will intervene if someone else does. Especially if that someone is Lucifer or Diavolo.

Belphie's still his lazy, bratty self, but he does put more effort into maintaining his schedule if he knows it really stresses you out, and he'll gladly take the blame for "forcing" you to sleep through any and all events you'd hate to sit through. He's the voice that's always telling you that it's okay to not even try, that it'll never be anything but stressful no matter how hard you try and that's okay to just let it go. To just let him handle everything and try to relax. "Why bother trying to explain your issues to someone who will always see it as an excuse?" and etc. It's done with mostly good intentions, as good as a demon could ever have anyway, but he is very much an enabler of the worst kind, similar to Leviathan, and could easily create a very codependent relationship where you slowly start to lose your skills and built-up tolerance until you're left more disabled than you were before. 

It's actually one of the only things the twins ever seriously fight over, as Beelzebub disagrees with his approach and knows he's just making things harder for you in the end. He's very much of the belief that loving someone means helping them become their best, most healthiest self whereas Belphie believes there's no harm in letting you become as dependent on them as possible, because they'll always be there to help you. Beelzebub still believes a bit of suffering is healthy and necessary to improve regardless, and Belphegor still believes you should be able to avoid anything that makes you even slightly uncomfortable (unless he's really set on something) even if it makes it harder to cope in the end, regardless of how many times they argue. In the end, whether or not you fall to temptation completely is your choice, even if Belphegor will do his best to convince you he knows what's best for you.

I had wanted to get this out for their birthday, but Belphie is such an ass & I know this kind of HC doesn't actually make me feel reassured unless the characters are actually in-character, but I know it's the exact opposite for what seems like most(?) people & I didn't want to advertise comfort just for it to upset everyone, but… : / I can't write pure fluff with anyone but Beelzebub anyway tbh, and it's a bit of a struggle even then. Ngl, Beelzebub, Satan, and maybe Mammon depending on the MC (if they only date him) are probably the only ones any MC could realistically ever have a halfway healthy relationship with imo. (And I'm purposely excluding Simeon and Solomon from this list.)

[louellaby]

FORGET-ME-NOT

REPLACED!MC AU

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W A R N I N G

May contain bad grammar, limited vocabulary, and OOC characters. Please mind that English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of courage for me to post due to my anxiety and paranoia.

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PROLOGUE | CHAPTER I | CHAPTER II | CHAPTER III | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER IV | CHAPTER V | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER VI | CHAPTER VII | CHAPTER VIII | CHAPTER IX | CHAPTER X | LOUE'S LETTER | EPILOGUE

C H A P T E R V I I I

「 A Surprise Waiting To Happen 」

"Are you sure about this, MC?"

"Yes... Yes, I am. I want to leave the Devildom... but... if I— if I ever want to come back, am I allowed to?"

"Of course! You're always welcome in the Devildom. This is your home, too, after all."

"Thank you... This is goodbye then...?"

"Yes... Goodbye, our dear MC."

"WHAT?! Whaddya mean MC's gone?! How could they just leave the Devildom without sayin' a word to us?!"

"Calm down, Mammon."

"How can ya say that, Lucifer?! How are ya not affected by this!?"

"Of course I am, but shouting, panicking and running around the room won't bring MC back, now would it?"

Mammon clicked his tongue in annoyance, stopping his frenzied marching and going back to sit down on his seat next to his older brother.

The whole group was gathered in the student council room, having a meeting arranged by Diavolo himself. The prince told everyone about MC's decision and wanted to discuss their current and future position in the Devildom.

"Of course they're keeping their titles! We're bringing them back here and making sure they stay forever!"

Everyone seemed to be in agreement, except for one human who looked extremely bothered by everyone's suggestion. Deciding to speak up after a bit of a hesitation, Soley raised her hand in protest. This caught everyone's attention immediately.

"Yes, Soley?" Diavolo wondered.

"Are you all sure this is what MC wants?" Everyone looked at each other, listening to what she had to say. "What if they don't want to come back? What if they wanted to leave this place because they weren't happy here anymore? Wouldn't it be selfish of us to bring them back to the place that makes them sad?"

Luke's sniffles could be heard no matter how hard he tried to keep them in. As he held onto Simeon's cape, steadying his breathing, he eyed Soley. He managed to speak up clearly despite his body's reaction to the upsetting news. "But.. this is MC's home, too... The Devildom isn't all that great without MC here..."

His guardian raised his hand and placed it on the boy's head, softly patting his hair. Once he, too, looked at Soley, he saw the fuming expression hiding behind her sad one that was directed at the little angel. He thought that maybe he was just imagining it. But if he wasn't, then he would have more problems with her than he already had.

"Oh, Luke, we can't force MC to stay somewhere they want to get away from," the human responded, hugging her arms and hanging her head. "I want MC to be here with us, too... They were my first friend here, and they made me feel like I was safe... but their happiness goes above everything else, right? MC deserves all the happiness in all three worlds."

The whole room fell silent as each and every single one of them looked to the floor, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. Except for one person.

Soley subtlety let her eyes dance from figure to figure, studying the expressions on their faces. An ocean of envy was bubbling up within her chest as she watched the boys all look sullen just because of the situation they brought upon themselves. She herself also looked down a minute later, but not because she was sad. Not at all. In fact, she was smiling. The thought of MC out of her way was bringing her joy, and she could barely contain her excitement. But because she was with the group, she knew she had to keep her act together.

Soley was in her room back at the House of Lamentation. The meeting had already ended, and they were all sent home. Soley watched as the brothers returned to their own rooms without saying a single word to one another.

As she lay in bed, she remembered something she witnessed at the ball. That night, she exited the castle for some fresh air. She was getting fed up with the brothers' attention and excessive clinginess that she had had enough and slipped away for a while when she was sure MC wasn't anywhere near them. But the moment she reached the far end of the castle's garden, she saw something that infuriated her more.

There was MC on a picnic blanket, next to the beautiful lake, holding Cassiel's hand, and a happy smile on their face. She wanted to stomp her way towards the two, but if she did, then her act would fall apart. She restrained herself from going near the two of them and eavesdropping on their conversation. Instead, she went back to the castle and planned to confront MC to see what they had to say.

'I can't believe they lied to me. I never would've thought they were capable of doing so. ...Maybe they were lying about not knowing where Solomon was before, too.'

'But it's not like I can ask them about it now since...'

The thought returned to her mind. MC was finally gone. And that brought a huge grin back to her face.

'Who knew those boys were so easy to catch? I barely had to do anything, and they already took my bait. Foolish demons.'

'Now all I have to do is make sure the thirteen of them forget who MC even is.'

Many months passed, and Soley was living well in the Devildom. After MC had left, she had to work hard to keep the bright spotlight on her. Especially since the group from Purgatory Hall still hasn't accepted her no matter how much she tried to spend time with them.

One evening, as she just got home by herself, she stomped her way through the halls of the mansion in search of the seven brothers.

'How dare they not wait for me at RAD and escort me home?! Those little—'

The young lady thought and thought until she stopped in her tracks the moment she heard whispering voices coming from the dining room. She wanted to burst through the closed doors until she heard them mention her name.

She overheard what they were talking about.

'They're planning a surprise party for me?! Those demons?! How wonderful! ...How... wonderful...'

Soley quietly leaves the scene, head filled with thoughts she never expected would come, but there they were.

'Right... My birthday is coming up soon... I should be happy that I'm finally securing a place here in the Devildom even just for a little while until I get back home, but... I just wish that— that he would be there to celebrate with me...'

'Maybe if I ask Lord Diavolo to bring him here, maybe they would do it? After all, it would be for my birthday, so they should do as I ask, right? But the brothers are planning a surprise party, so it's not like I can be straightforward and ask them to invite him too....'

'Well, I'll just have another party when I get back home. He'll definitely come to attend then. For now, it's time to celebrate.'

「 CHAPTER VII | CHAPTER IX 」

[tartarduck]

words about tot chapter 9

Gave myself a solid day to stew in my thoughts about ch9 and I just want to say that mihoyo is EVIL for timing it right before the anniversary. I don't know if I can be happy knowing Luke is suffering all alone in every conceivable universe other than his personal story/card timeline.

Point 1: How the chapter explored Luke's feelings of guilt for... Existing I guess?

I've been eagerly awaiting the reveal of Luke's survivor's guilt. The whole [wanting spirits to exist so he can at least apologise, or do SOMETHING, but knowing they don't] is such exquisite angst. I'm very happy they took the effort to write it in (though fortune tellers actually scare me in real life).

And now onto the related Point 2: Luke's feelings of guilt for literally everything else

I was reading through Luke's birthday greetings, and realised how often he calls himself greedy for literally wanting anything. God damn, SHE IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND IT'S NOT GREEDY OF YOU TO WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH HER --

That aside, it comes back to the theme of Luke Pearce's thought process, which in my brain goes a little something like this:

Good thing happens -> I do not deserve this

Bad thing happens -> It is completely my fault and no one else's

Which, might I add, vaguely reminded me of something from a lecture I forgot from my psych undergrad years. I'm worried for you, Luke. Please, Dr Yishmir, refer him to one of your colleagues for mental health.

In his personal 'route', he finally starts to come around with the idea that sometimes bad things... just happen and it's no one's fault (thank you, strategically placed rainbow in iridescent heartbeat). But in the main story? He's been feeling guilty ever since he saw MC after avoiding her for YEARS. There's no Aaron meddling with the two of them, or MC helping him clean his mess of a house to kick-start a card story. This is the man who hid in the attic after sending his confession after a YEAR of dates with MC -- the main story doesn't even give him a chance to start forgiving himself.

Basically, Luke Pearce is a mess in the main story, because everything that makes him un-messy happens by pure chance.

Point 3: Luke's black and white thinking of good and bad

One of the highlights of this chapter for me was Luke's anecdote about him faking a cold so MC would go out with her other friends and forget about him. Now, that's all well and good until he compares himself to the mum with Munchausen's syndrome, who is the closest thing we get to a 'villain' in this chapter. On top of his guilt, this whole I'm either a good or completely bad person mindset is really not doing favours for his mental health.

His anecdote also happens to be an interesting parallel to shape of you, because I remember Luke specifically wished to be forgotten in that card. He wants what's best for MC (because he thinks that he's taking everyone's love from her) but he also wants something for himself. And because he doesn't believe he's able to do both, but also because he isn't able to let go of his 'selfishness' sometimes, he thinks he's an awful person.

And now, to the last to do in my rant agenda.

Point 4: what happens in chapter 12. (Spoilers for CN server, but only about the Luke scene)

1. Ohmygod. He's going to run away. I can't see main story Luke NOT blaming himself for nearly hurting the MC. In whichever timeline, his priority is to keep her safe, and god, if he thinks he's a danger to her, the only way to keep her safe would be by disappearing again.

2. I'm going to read too much into this but MC trying to get Luke to recognise her while she's being pinned to the ground is such delectable angst. He's always worried that she'd forget about him -- whether it was the 8 years or literally just hanging out with other kids at school. But here she is, in a situation where he's essentially forgotten about her. The voice that my brain concocted up for MC was extra desperate in that scene.

Anyway, that's all I had to say about the recent main story developments in ToT. Keep the angst coming, writing staff. What a power move to send this out right before anniversary on BOTH servers. If there's anything I've taken away from this, it's that Luke stans are absolutely unhinged. Twitter circle people, I see you requesting more angst. How can we get even angstier than Luke nearly hurting MC while he's dressed in the outfit that he wears for his proposal card ??

[cariantha]

Drink Had Me

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Category: Fluff Word count: 3.3K Prompt: Ethan has too much to drink and winds up on Sawyer’s doorstep in the middle of the night. Event: I’m participating in the Song Rewrite Challenge hosted by @choicesprompts. This fic is a rewrite of Drink Had Me by Jordan Davis.

🎵Hell, I was up to nothing

🎵Just sittin' home alone

🎵Yeah, I was gonna cash it in

🎵About to put down my phone

🎵And I had a message waitin'

🎵Them boys won't let me sleep

🎵So I told 'em I would meet 'em out

🎵And just have one drink

Ethan was mentally and physically exhausted. He could feel the stress he’d been carrying deep in his bones. His muscles sighed as he sunk into the comfort of his couch and rested his head on the back cushion. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, enjoying the peace and quiet of his empty apartment. 

He tried to push aside the thoughts that had plagued him. The budget crisis. The selfish billionaire. The competition with Tobias. The situation with his mother. But mostly, it was Sawyer that occupied his mind. He worried that the constant push and pull between them was nearing a breaking point.

She had recently gone behind his back and opened Pandora’s box. She compromised the team’s mission. She called him a “goddamn diva” in front of his colleagues. Worst still, it’s what she said when helping him set up his Pictagram profile. “It’s love, Ethan. It doesn’t have to make sense. I guess you just… feel it.” The words nagged at him constantly, and not because she was probably right - like she was right about everything else - but because he felt something. Something unfamiliar. Something scary. Something he hoped was reciprocated. 

DING! That sound used to annoy him, but now it made him eager to check his phone, because there was only one person who insisted on texting him. Quickly reaching for his phone, he sighed disappointedly when he saw the message was not from Sawyer.

Ethan groaned. He had forgotten that this morning, while working out with his gym buddies, he made plans to meet them at Donahue's for drinks and a game of pool. In an attempt to rouse Rafael from his suspension-induced funk, Sawyer proposed the night out. And in all honesty, Ethan only agreed because he saw it as an opportunity to spend time with her. It was only after he committed to attend that Sawyer bothered to mention she had prior plans with Stephanie, their coma patient.   

Ethan arrived at Donohue’s thirty minutes later and swore to himself he would only stay for one drink.

“... and then she said, ‘Oh, would you prefer to be called a spoiled child or an entitled jackass?’ You should have seen your face, man.” Baz, who had wandered over earlier to say hello, couldn’t contain his laughter as he told the story of Sawyer calling Ethan a diva to everyone gathered around the pool table.  

Rolling his eyes, Ethan ordered another drink while the guys racked the pool balls for another game.

“... speaking of workouts... Raf, remember when you asked Sawyer why she liked to work out? And she said because she wants to look good naked. Dude. Best response ever,” Bryce recalled with a laugh as he shared another round of tequila shots.

Ethan gladly accepted, swallowing the cheap liquor in one gulp when the memory of Sawyer standing in front of his bedroom window came to mind. 

Every time Sawyer’s name was mentioned, which was surprisingly often, Ethan put a glass to his mouth. Better that than inadvertently slipping and revealing something he shouldn’t.

“Okay, time for a round of Fuck-Marry-Kill,” Bryce announced, earning a groan from Rafael. “Since you’re so excited to play, Raf, you can go first. JLo, Shakira, Taylor.”

“Easy. Fuck JLo. Marry Shakira. Kill Taylor,” Rafael answered. After taking a sip of beer, he turned to Elijah. “Your turn. Lara Croft, Leeloo from Fifth Element, and umm… Jamie Lee Curtis' character in Halloween.”

“Damn, man. Uhhh…” Elijah twisted up his lips as he pondered his answer. “I guess I’d fuck Croft, marry Leeloo, and go all Michael Myers on JLC.”

Raising his hand excitedly, Baz jumped in. “Oh, oh, I’ve got one for Ethan… Harper, June, and Sawyer.”

The other men snapped their heads to Ethan, bracing for the explosive impact. But to everyone’s surprise, Ethan threw back another shot and answered without hesitation. “Fuck Harper. Marry Sawyer. Kill June.” 

Reggie made the announcement for last call, and at midnight he kicked everyone out, including Ethan. The inebriated men stumbled outside to wait for their rides. Ethan decided to walk for a while, and bid them good night. He strolled down the block until he reached the rose garden near the hospital. Resting on a park bench, he dug his phone from his pocket. But instead of dialing for a ride to take him home, he called Sawyer.

🎵But the drink had me

🎵Callin' you up, talkin' all crazy

🎵Talkin' 'bout us

🎵And catchin' a ride over to your room

🎵And keepin' your roommates up past two

Sawyer’s phone lit up on her nightstand with an incoming call, but she didn’t notice. She had fallen asleep a couple hours ago.

On the other end of the line, Ethan heard her voice. “Hi there, you’ve reached Sawyer. Leave me a message.”

“Sawyer,” he sighed before continuing, “I don’t want to lose you.”

Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and stared at the phone screen. Sawyer’s contact picture smiled back at him. “I’m sorry I’ve been an asshole lately. I just… I want you so fucking bad,” he confessed. “I need you to be with me.”

He dropped his chin to his chest in defeat and growled. “But I can’t have you.”

He took a deep breath and lifted his head to look at her picture again. “I’ve been losing my goddamn patience with this situation. I don’t want to push you away anymore. It kills me to know that I’m hurting you, but I’m still afraid of what might happen if people find out about us.”

Ethan stood and held the phone at eye level as if trying to look her in the eye. “I feel like I’m on the verge of losing you, Sawyer.”

He began to pace back and forth and rambled on. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said a couple weeks ago. It really fucked me up, because I don’t think I’ve felt like this before.”

“God, Sawyer, you’re the best I’ve ever had,” he admitted, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t want anyone else.”

He closed his eyes and whispered to himself. “Sawyer, say it back. Please say it back to me. I don’t want to be alone in this feeling.”

There was a long pause while Ethan stared at his phone, hoping for some sort of reply. “Fuck it. I’m coming over.”

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It was nearly two o’clock in the morning when there was a knock on the apartment door. Sienna, who was still up baking, checked the peep hole and unlocked the door. “Dr. Ramsey! What are you doing here so late?”

His eyes were bloodshot and he smelled of whiskey and beer. The drink and exhaustion rapidly stripped away what little control of himself he had left. Ethan steadied himself with a hand on the doorframe and answered, “I need to talk to Sawyer. I need to see her. Is she here?”

Sienna invited him in. With her five-foot-nothing frame, she nervously guided the towering and swaying six-foot-four-inch sack of muscles into a seat at the kitchen table. “I’ll be right back.”

Gently knocking first, Sienna let herself into Sawyer’s room. “Sawyer? Sawyer, wake up,” she whispered loudly.

Sawyer awoke with a start, finding Sienna crouched at the side of her bed. “What’s wrong?” she panicked.

“Ummmm… Dr. Ramsey is here.”

“What?” she asked, confused.

“He said he needs to speak with you,” Sienna explained.

Sawyer threw her covers aside and stumbled out of bed wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear. She quickly checked the time on her phone, noticing the missed call and voicemail notifications from Ethan. “I swear to God, if he’s here to drag me out of bed for another diagnostics case…” she trailed off.

“I don’t think that’s why,” her friend said, leading her down the hallway.

Once her eyes adjusted to the fluorescent lighting in the kitchen, Sawyer spotted Ethan sitting at the kitchen table, his head buried in his hands. His body language reminded her of the times when he had felt pretty hopeless, like when Dolores died and when Naveen was sick. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Ethan lifted his head and let out a small sigh of relief recognizing her. “I wanted to talk to you,” he said, his voice tired and gravelly.

She followed his eyes to Sienna, who had gone back to her baking. “Let’s go to my room.”

Ethan stood and followed her down the hall. A sudden wave of dizziness washed over him and he threw himself against the wall to keep from stumbling over. Sawyer grimaced at the loud thump, hoping it didn’t wake her other roommates. She quickly tucked herself under his arm and helped him the rest of the way.

Just as her door clicked closed, Jackie poked her head into the hallway. “What the hell was that?” she called out.

Sienna came into view from the kitchen. “Sorry, Jackie, that was me. Sorry I woke you.”

“Do you ever sleep, Trinh?” Jackie yawned, shutting her door and going back to bed.

🎵The drink had me

🎵Wantin' one more

🎵Wantin' to forget what we broke up for

🎵And doin' that make up, wake up thing

🎵I just went in there to have one drink

🎵But the drink had me

Sawyer sat Ethan down on the side of her bed, then stood in front of him casually crossing her arms. “What’s going on? Did something happen? Is this about your mom?”

His head felt like a sloshing fishbowl when he shook it. Focusing on her bare feet, he attempted to ground himself.

Getting more worried, Sawyer stroked her fingers through his hair. “Hey, talk to me.”

Slowly lifting his head, Ethan’s eyes trailed up her long legs to the oversized Hopkins t-shirt she wore. “Is that my shirt?”

Glancing down at the heather gray tee, she replied with a hint of embarrassment, “Yes.”

Sawyer braced her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance when Ethan tugged her close. Standing between his knees, he hugged her tightly around the waist and rested the side of his face against her stomach.

“I miss you,” he mumbled.

A beat later his hands dropped to the back of her thighs. His fingertips lightly caressed her soft skin, eliciting goosebumps. Lifting his eyes to gauge her reaction, he slowly slid his hands higher, palming her backside and giving a gentle squeeze.

“Ethan,” she warned, gripping his forearms to prevent his hands from wandering any further.

“I want you,” he said, kissing her belly through the t-shirt she had stolen from him.

“Ethan, you’re drunk.”

“Say it back,” he whined.

“Say what back?”

“That you still want me.”

She sighed deeply. “Ethan…” When he looked at her with desperate, pleading eyes, she took a seat on his knee. “I want you too,” she repeated and cupped his cheek, “but not like this. Not a drunken mistake.”

“It’s not a mistake,” Ethan asserted. “I know what I want.”

She shook her head. “I know you, Ethan. You’ll regret it in the morning when you’re clearheaded.”

Ethan began to protest when the nausea hit. “I won’t… I–,” he paused and swallowed, “I’m going to be sick.”

Sawyer jumped off his lap and grabbed her garbage pail just in time. Ethan wretched the contents of his stomach while she soothingly rubbed his back. When he was finished, Sawyer offered him a tissue and a sip from her water bottle. She then knelt before him and removed his shoes and socks.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you ready for bed. You’re in no shape to go anywhere right now. You can stay here and sleep it off.” As she stood, she reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. “Scoot back and lie down,” she instructed. Ethan complied.

She met his hooded eyes, giving him a look of warning. “Don’t get any ideas,” she said before unbuttoning his pants. “Lift your butt.” After carefully tugging off his jeans, she neatly folded his clothes and set them atop her dresser. Returning to his side, she tucked him under the covers.

“Where are you going?” he murmured when she stepped toward the door.

“I’m just going to clean this up and grab you some aspirin,” she answered, picking up the small waste bin. “Do you need or want anything else?”

Ethan shook his head.

“I’ll be right back,” she promised with an assuring smile.

When Sawyer returned a few minutes later, Ethan’s eyes were closed and he was lightly snoring. She turned out the lights and crawled under the covers. Hugging the edge of her full-size bed, she resisted the urge to curl up next to him, and soon dozed off.

🎵Next morning came too early

🎵Heart poundin' in my head

🎵And it took me just a second

🎵To realize I know this bed

🎵And it ain't where I belong

🎵But you got my T-shirt on

🎵I blame the alcohol

🎵No, it ain't my fault

🎵The drink had me

Ethan’s head throbbed. The sound of distant, muffled voices had woken him. He cracked his eyes open, thankful for the dim surroundings. Blinking away the fog in his vision, he focused on the ceiling. There was something familiar about the dangling light fixture overhead. A single lightbulb hung from a rope cord. The gentle breeze that wafted through the window caused it to sway back and forth in a hypnotizing motion. Aware that he was not at home, Ethan’s eyes swept the small bedroom, taking in every detail. As recognition set in, his heart began to race, intensifying the pounding in his head.

Taking a deep breath through his nose, his senses were overwhelmed with the sweet smell of her. Daring to cast a quick look downward, he found Sawyer tucked into his side. Her arm was draped across his torso, her thigh across his waist, with a foot nestled between his legs. Ethan’s right arm was at her back, holding her close. His left hand gripped the back of her bent knee, as if he had been using the leverage to keep her locked in place. She was wearing his t-shirt, and he was only wearing underwear.

He reached into the black box of his mind for any remembrance, but came back empty handed. He didn’t know what to be more upset about. The eventual fallout from this reckless encounter, or the cruel twist of fate of taking Sawyer to bed again and not remembering a damn thing about it.

When her alarm rang out, Ethan silently cursed. “No, not yet.” He needed more time to figure his way out of this mess. More time holding her body against his.

Sawyer groaned in frustration as her phone sang a melodic tune of chirping birds. As she did every morning, she buried the tip of her cold nose into her pillow and inhaled. Only it wasn’t her pillow she smooshed her face into this morning. It was Ethan’s chest. His warmth and scent aroused her senses, and she was instantly awake.

Seeing that he was too, she pushed back from him and tried to cover herself with the forgotten comforter. “Shit, sorry,” she whispered, rolling away to silence her phone.

Her surprise and embarrassment confused him. “Why are you apologizing?”

She turned to face him, making sure to keep a safe distance. “I tried to keep to my side. I must have rolled over in my sleep and snuggled up to you.”

“Keep to your side? Did we not…?”

She shook her head.

Ethan looked up at the ceiling and expelled a breath.

Sensing his relief, Sawyer swiftly climbed out of bed. “I’m going to get ready for work. Your clothes are on the dresser and your phone is charging on the desk. My roommates should be leaving soon.”

“Sawyer-”

“It’s fine, Ethan,” she said, rummaging through her dresser drawers. “We can talk about it later when you feel better. Or if you prefer, not at all, because nothing happened.” Ethan rubbed the spot between his eyes. “There's some water and aspirin on the nightstand,” she pointed out before stepping into the hall and closing the door behind her.

A while later, they left the apartment and shared a ride to the hospital, successfully avoiding the topic of last night. They limited their conversation to simple questions and one-word answers, merely enough to get out the door and on their way.

“Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Sawyer said, and not waiting for reciprocation, she hurried away.

Ethan watched until she disappeared through the sliding doors of the hospital’s main entrance. He cursed at himself the entire walk to Donohue’s to retrieve his car. They may not have slept together, but he still ended up on her doorstep last night and tangled in her bed this morning. He hoped once the hangover cleared, he would remember why, so they could clear the air.

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Sawyer was slow to leave the diagnostics office when their team meeting ended the next day. The tension between her and Ethan was so thick it felt like it could be cut with a knife. She couldn’t take it anymore. She turned to study him, watching as he stacked case files, doing his best to ignore her. “This feels like the morning after Miami all over again,” she finally spoke.

Ethan stopped what he was doing, took a deep breath, and braced himself for the conversation he had been dreading. “I’m sorry for inconveniencing you the other night.”

She shook her head as if she didn’t care about that. Shifting her gaze out the window, she bit the corner of her lip before speaking again. “Do you remember calling me? Leaving a voicemail?”

Ethan swallowed hard. He had checked his phone yesterday and knew that he dialed her number, but didn’t recall leaving a message. “No. I only remember bits and pieces after leaving Donahue’s.” He took a cautious step toward her. “What... what did I say?” he asked, trying to hide his nerves.

“It doesn't matter,” she sighed, still looking out the window, “you probably didn't mean it.” She downplayed her disappointment with a quiet chuckle, “I never pegged you for a sappy drunk.”

Ethan stepped in front of her, cupping her chin to force her to look at him. “I meant it,” he said firmly.

“You just said you don’t remember–”

“I don't,” he interjected, “but if the result was me showing up at your door, and waking up with you in my arms, then whatever I said… I meant it.” Gazes locked on each other, Ethan gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. He breathed a sigh of relief when Sawyer’s lips finally turned up in a small, forgiving smile.

That smile slowly changed to a mischievous one. Ceasing the opportunity, she started to back away as she spoke. “Well in that case…" She bit her lip to keep from laughing. “I want to get married in June. A fancy church wedding and a huge reception. Oh, and let’s honeymoon in Paris! It will be so romantic.”

“Funny–”

“But you should know, I plan to keep my last name,” she continued teasing.

“You’re a brat. Get out of here,” he demanded, playfully tossing a pen in her direction as she scrambled to leave.

“Hey!” she yelped, using the door as a shield.

“Oh, and I want my shirt back!” he hollered.

Poking her head back in, she offered a deal. “If you can get me out of it, Ramsey... it’s yours. See ya!”

A/N: Ethan's drunken confession was also inspired by the song Say It Back by Nicklas Sahl.

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[rfaromance]

I'm new here so idk if you've done this before but what about hurt/comfort with Saeyoung and MC while they're in the apartment, Saeyoung ofc is being Like That. MC tries pushing at first but she's been burned/ghosted by ""friends"" more than once and has low self-esteem and eventually goes "you can just be honest with me you know. if you really don't like me I can take a hint. wouldn't be the first time. i know im not the kind of person other people like." maybe even says she wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the RFA is just being polite so they can hold parties again... and she locks herself in another room, maybe doesn't even check the messenger for the rest of the day.

And Saeyoung, as much as he's trying to be a dick so she won't miss him, just can't fucking do it. he's not going to let MC think she's the problem when he's the asshole (and whoever else has hurt her, but revenge plotting can be done later). she probably won't let him in right away but eventually they talk and maybe cuddle or smthn

"You can just be honest with me, you know."

Luciel didn't look up from his screen when MC spoke, even though the strands of letters and numbers flickering across his computer had turned into a jumbled, soupy mess hours ago. He was accustomed to working through exhaustion, fatigue, malnutrition, and dehydration, so he knew that if he kept pushing, eventually he'd break this obstacle and be working smoothly once again.

He didn't need to stop. Certainly, he didn't need to stop to listen to MC's chattering.

They'd been trying to start conversations with him multiple times since his arrival at the apartment, but he would just tighten his headphones or lean closer to his screen, to make a point. 'I'm busy,' he would convey wordlessly. 'I don't want to talk to you.'

That was a lie, of course; Luciel wanted nothing more than to be close to MC, to hear their woes, and if he could dare dream to be so selfish, to sob into their embrace. But he couldn't risk getting close to someone ever again.

Now that he knew he was a curse that damned everyone he loved to misery.

After seeing what had become of Saeran, who was his entire reason for breathing, he couldn't dare risk accepting MC's snacks, or blankets, or bandages. They'd live a far better, safer, and happier life once he finished restoring the security system and could vanish from their world forever.

"If you don't really like me... I can take a hint."

But nothing... nothing could have prepared him to hear those words leave his beloved MC's mouth.

A harsh bark of laughter came next. Luciel didn't dare look behind him, lest MC know he was listening, but the bitterness in their tone made his stomach twist. "It wouldn't be the first time," they murmured, their voice barely above a whisper. "I've learned by now... that I'm not the type of person that other people like. I'm not the type of person that anyone wants to keep around."

How was he supposed to focus on the flashing symbols on his screen, when warning signals were flashing inside his brain? Luciel could feel his body stiffen as he tried to think of a response. Was it appropriate for him to say anything? Would his words only put MC in more danger? Maybe he could just wait for them to calm down, and then surely someone from the RFA could call to distract them and put a smile on their face.

Someone from their world, a world of light and justice and charity and hope, could put a smile on their face once more and restore their confidence.

Luciel massaged his fingers for a moment, then cracked his knuckles and returned to typing. That should help MC understand that he "wasn't listening," right?

"It's okay," MC murmured. "If you don't want me around, I mean. Actually... I bet everyone else in the RFA feels the same way." Another pitiful laugh escaped their throat. "Maybe... maybe you even said in the chatroom that my location is secret because you wanted me to believe that's why nobody would visit me. I'm just some dumb, lost fool who doesn't know any of you, and I'm not at all fit to fill Rika's role. Maybe... someone begged you for an excuse... Would it be Jumin? Jaehee? A whole separate group chat?"

Every word that left MC's troubled lips cut another slice on Luciel's heart. Were they even talking to him anymore, or were they just voicing the concerns that'd been clogging their thoughts and feelings for days now?

"At least I can be useful. Even if nobody likes me... The RFA is full of good people. If I'm good for nothing else, at least I can help them have a party again. That's enough of a reason to pretend to tolerate me, isn't it?"

Whether he was meant to hear them, he knew he couldn't bear to let MC continue to believe this. Luciel could plow through work against his own pain, but the thought of hurting MC... Even he couldn't handle that adrenaline working against him.

Luciel finally turned his head (against his better judgment), but by the time he could open his mouth to speak, MC was already gone.

The bathroom door slammed behind them.

~~~~~

"Time for dinner, meow! Time for dinner, meow!"

MC nearly tripped over themselves as they got to their feet, their joints and muscles screeching in protest. Carefully they stepped over the side wall of the tub, suppressing a groan as their knees shrieked. They didn't intend to pass out sobbing in the bathtub, but crying is exhausting! One minute they were sniffling into their sleeves, and the next...

Wait, did that robot kitty say "dinner"?

MC nearly tripped again in their shock as they hurried over to the bathroom door. But as soon as they touched the handle, they hesitated. Would Seven--no, Luciel--even want to see them? Shame and guilt washed over them as they remembered what they had said this morning. Confessing that they knew everyone hated them and it wouldn't be the first time? Would he kick them out of the apartment? Would they be fired from the RFA? MC couldn't begin to imagine the conversations that had happened while they were dozing off. They could vaguely recall their phone buzzing from time to time, but half-conscious and wholly-despondent, they'd ignored every message.

"Dinner meow! Don't let it get cold meow!"

Well, if nothing else would motivate MC to face their anxiety, the rumbling in their stomach was rather persuasive. Inhaling deeply, MC turned the handle and opened the door to walk out into the main body of the apartment.

"I hope you like soup."

MC nearly jumped out of their skin at the sound of Luciel's voice. He was sitting in his usual spot on the floor, but he was pointing a finger towards the kitchen area. "The broth will be good for you, since you... It's good if you lose fluids," he finished awkwardly. Was he trying to avoid saying "cry"? Wait, did he hear them crying in the tub? "Meowy can help you spruce it up. It's a basic miso soup with some vegetables you had around the pantry."

As if on cue, Meowy pressed its head against your legs. Curiously MC followed, and the corners of their mouth twitched into a smile when they saw the tray of sauces, spices, herbs, and other garnishments by the eager robotic kitty's paws.

"I already had some. Eat as much as you want."

MC wanted to thank him, but they weren't sure if he would want to be bothered now. He'd already gone back to typing with both hands, and his headphones were firmly nestled over his ears with his hood on top of them too. "I..."

"You're important to us. All of us." He spoke up before MC could think of what to say. "Just because you don't like yourself, doesn't mean we can't like you. Got it? Don't try to change my mind."

MC had never tasted such a delicious, heartfelt bowl of soup in their life.

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Propaganda why Bojack Horseman is insufferable:

I get that him being insufferable is a big part of the show and I think that it's done very well but that still means he sucks. He has done so many shitty things to do many people throughout his life, but a lot of the time, he refuses to take proper accountability for it, either finding a way to deflect or, what I feel is more frequent, just accepting that he's a shitty person for it and wallowing in self hate instead of properly working on himself. Season 6 is thankfully a point where he properly decides to change, but he does still suck a lot beforehand, and those tendencies are still part of him, causing them to be put on display later (ie. The second Xerox of a.Xerox interview). He's just somebody who fucks people over and takes a long time to be willing to change enough to not fuck the next person in his life over

Weirdo groomer who uses his trauma (and status in Hollywood) as an excuse to be an awful person and expects to just be cool with the crap he pulls.

Yikes!!

look. i get the point is that he's fucked up & selfish & makes bad decisions, & i know later in the show there's lots more introspection and its supposed to get really deep & stuff, but i had to stop watching in the first season because i couldn't stand him being on screen

literally ruins the lives of everyone around him

Propaganda why Walter White is insufferable:

It annoys me to watch this man succeed despite majorly messing up all the time in ways that would get him caught/killed. The premise of his character is interesting enough: a very intelligent man so completely drenched in toxic masculinity and pride that he continuously sabotages himself and ends up in ethical dilemmas because he couldn't accept help. I usually like villain protagonists and complex characters who girlboss too close to the sun, but after Walter fully embraces his role as a career criminal he becomes so one-dimensional I can't seem to care about his problems anymore. (The other characters really carry the show.) Also it feels unrealistic how much everyone lets him get away with for "being smart" and that nobody hates him enough to turn him in.

everything is wrong about him. truly the most insufferable mc ive ever seen and there still are people who think he's a good role model

literally if he could've just gotten over himself for 15 seconds the whole show would've been moot. horror show of a man.

[riewritten]

"do you have a particular request aside from the ones suggested in the previous asks?"

Andnsnddmf frankly I sometimes used to construct alternative scenarios in my head regarding this fic. For example, in the last chapters, Erwin wants Mc to stay by his side and even said that her would relinquish his command for her (right? I was going to reread it but I forgot which chapter it was in) What if? Imagine the two of them run off and live peacefully in a wooden hut. Or Sarah, succumbing to Erwin's selfishness and agreeing to stay with him, but although she is happy, over time she misses her friends in the other world and slowly becomes depressed?

Absbsfgh I dreamed of these kind of what if au

Maybe you could write something from these perspectives.

"frankly I sometimes used to construct alternative scenarios in my head regarding this fic" ok wait hold up im just

and this whole time i thought im the only one in the world who did that in Dusk in the Brightest (linking for context) bc i was required to do so. AND YOU WERE EVEN GOING REREAD IT??!?!?

and omg so u wouldn't mind if i sprinkle an angst hm :) lemme say one of my what if scenarios ab that too!

to recap, you already surrendered to the commander's out-no-nowhere proposition brought by his desperation to make you stay. it's just that erwin retracted as soon as you started crying about leaving isabel alone.

under circumstances that you didn't do that hence he didn't lose the conviction of imploring your stay, he eventually would be the first person to realize how wrong he is. of course what he'd do instead is to prove (maybe drown in pressure too) that the said suggestion was never wrong to begin with.

both of you didn't have to run away together, after all — all he had to say was that he's resigning on his post. with all the contributions he had done to the regiment (and the current state of his body, too), not everyone could gather the audacity to disagree. he's an old man who just wants to finally live. someone who finally knows his limits. and you're alive — everyone at this point is aware of how erwin deems you. everyone that was too new to know had already died. with the new reform of the government, scouts retirees are given much more benefits too (not that both of you could be regarded as one, you still contribute a lot to the conversation, especially in unveiling the visions of the parallel). a residence much neater to the one your late brother had given, the leniency to visit the loveliest marie and her third child with nile, oh, the mothers around neighborhood joke around how their kids demand for your cradle more than theirs. and erwin would watch from behind as you shamefully apologize with the endeared mothers, endeared because you didn't get the cue that they were joking.

when they teasingly ask, "when will you and erwin have a child then? maybe once your hands are full, the children would crave for our cradles again!" you stopped in your tracks, aghast, and gave erwin a side eye.

he shrugged, sipped his coffee, and looked away with a small smile. for long you had known each other, it doesn't take long for you to insinuate his reply: whenever you want. he'd give it with no qualms if you ask. not even if you ask for it tonight would he budge.

you snorted in response, and as the peaceful mundanity ensued, erwin was filled in utter warmth.

but, taking into account that it was a suggestion brought by emotionality rather than the rational, any semblance of loneliness from you — of yearning for the friends you had left behind — would break him. he had so much regret as it is, how dare he pile up with another one, let alone to you? for long you had known each other, it doesn't take long for him to realize how the neighbors' question exuded a memory from you.

"isabel said that if i ever get to have a child, i'm required to introduce her as the back-up mom. she said she had no plans to have one, but she required the three of us to make our children call her back-up mom."

"really? i'm surprised isabel got that open with you with her short stay in the scouts. did she say it with levi and—" then he realized — oh hell, he would've realized either way, but it would be much bearable if he didn't do so through such a sad smile.

he fell silent and sound of chimney fire resonated. the candle at the table ruminated more of your yearning, too.

you miss them. you'd never take it against him — and you'll even reprimand him for assuming your lack of agency again — but you still miss them.

"so, when will i bear a child," when you look up to him again, the sad smile is gone. it's now one with a teasing one perhaps, "so i could give these youngsters back to their rightful mothers, hm?"

whenever you want. he'd give it with no qualms if you ask. he never thought of a possibility that this answer would ever change. he never imposed but he wanted it too.

but this time, he doesn't want to pile you up with further people to miss when you're gone—when you're back in your world.

"we could've had a child in the world where you came from."

"that'd still be us two whichever world. what difference would it make?"

"the back-up mom."

room fell silent again. when the chair creeked of the wooden floor, erwin thought you're calling this a day. but then you just walked to him, cupped his cheek 'til your eyes meet and kissed him quick. "she is an external variable, but it's still none but the same. the child would be weaved through our flesh either way."

erwin was the one to conclude it a day. he gave a peck on your forehead and ushered you to sleep. "fair point."

he didn't sleep that night. his office table was full of the documented researches about the history of the walls, of how the tree looked like, and hange's hypothesis that it can still be found somwhere somehow.

you were right; you two are one and the same. that's why it would make no difference if the child would live in the world where you came from.

you are going back there, back where no selfish erwin resides.

[misto713]

those are some incredibly bad-faith takes you have there.

let’s start from the first point. you say that ’not everyone with a disability needs or wants to be cured’. but have you considered why? most of those who don’t want to get rid of their disability don’t do it because they actually want to stay disabled, they do it because it’s either impossible or dangerous to try. i know this because i’m one of them. my eyesight is progressively getting worse, and i don’t want to ’fix it’ frankly because the method to do that sounds insane to me. i’m not going to let someone point lasers at me to burn a hole in my eyes, in an incredibly expensive procedure, when i’m not even certain it would actually work and stabilise my eyes. so no, i’l keep my heavy glasses and continue to squint at the world around me rather than attempt that. but if there was a magical way to just wave a hand and get perfect eyesight, i’d be the first in line to get it done. your argument applies to real-world issues, not the magical wish-fullfilment fantasy that i was talking about.

by saying that wanting to heal is eugenics, you don’t help people, you don’t prevent eugenics - you scold those who want all the people in the world to get better for having a perfectly innocent dream. as if we’re not even allowed to dream of the world getting better. and before you misunderstand again - by ’world’, i mean all the people, including the ones that (would have been) disabled, get miraculously, magically healed. that’s what fantasy is for.

or am i only allowed to dream of healing myself, and no one else? what selfish logic is that? i remember, all those years ago, when i was in the oncology ward, how much i wished that little 4 year old wouldn’t have to be there with us, how much this entire fucking world isn’t fair. but hey, the rest of us shouldn’t have been there either, and cancer shouldn’t be real. is that eugenics too for you? wanting a painful thing to disappear is eugenics? you apply the definition a bit too liberally, don’t you think?

saying that a magical dream world without disability is actually eugenics is extremely far-fetched, and an example of radical thinking, so much that it’s bordering on conspiracy theory. what I wrote was an (admitedly) childish and naive wish-fulfilment fantasy in the vein of “and then everyone was healed and lived happily ever after”, and your response to this is “so you secretly want to murder people, huh?”. it reminds me of all those bad-faith takes that “asexuals are actually secretly pedophiles”, “if you study ancient runes, you’re actually a nazi”, or “trans-women are actually secretly rapists”. you take the original idea, apply the worst possible explanation to it, take it to the illogical extreme and then blame the person who said the original idea as if they were actually the ’sinner’ who deserves to be condemned. what i said was “i want everyone to get better” and what you heard was “i want to destroy the culture of deaf people”. aren’t you taking it too far?

so tell me, why is it ok to have stories where all the hot women love mr. mediocre, or where MC is so powerful they can split mountains with a single punch, but dreaming of a world where everyone can magically change their body to be perfectly healthy is somehow evil?

i’m going to keep my fantasies and daydream stories of being able to heal myself and everyone else too. and you, please think about it a bit more - allow yourself, at least in your mind, to imagine that healing is possible. even if it’s just a dream, at least the fantasy of it should exist. i don’t want to live in a bleak world where it doesn’t.

there is a difference between a disabled person saying “in my perfect world, I wouldn’t be disabled”, and someone saying “in my perfect world, disability doesn’t exist”

the first is understandable. being disabled can be really fucking hard. pain is not fun. fatigue is not fun. meltdowns aren’t fun. relying on constant medical intervention is not always great, either. there’s nothing that says a disabled person HAS to love themselves, and it’s not inherently ableist for a disabled person to wish that they were different

the second is eugenics. that’s the long and short of it. you wish disabled people didn’t exist? well we do exist. oh but you wish they didn’t? how do you plan to achieve that, bud? it’s just straight-up eugenics

[equizona]

Hello! May i request the obey me demon brothers reactions with a tanjiro!mc? like, their family was slaughtered by a demon but they never hold a grudge?? Really understanding and kind??

Please do delete/ignore if uncomfy, and cab i be 🌼anon? :D

❝Notes❞ → I love requests like this lmao, absolutely. Here you go, hope you enjoy. <3 ALSO I'M SO SORRY YES, WELCOME TO MY BLOG 🌼 ANON!! Gosh, I love emoji anons. I'm so happy you like my writing enough for that! Welcome! <3 (My cat liked this ask, lol.)

→ Asmo has a sort of short one compared to the others, but it's short and sweet and I'm happy with it.

❝Fandoms❞ → Obey Me!

❝Characters❞ → Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

❝Scenario❞ → MC who's family was murdered by a demon, but doesn't hold a grudge.

❝Trivia❞ → Gender neutral reader (They/Them)

→ Lucifer

He knows better than anyone how you never seem to hold a grudge, since he and majority of his other brothers have tried to murder you before and you aren't upset at all..

But when he finds out?

He doesn't understand. Not at all. He holds a deep hatred for his father since he killed Lilith, and you're..

Just fine? Being around the very creatures who murdered everyone you loved? Your parents, your siblings?

He doesn't get it. A part of him wants you to hate his kind, because it would make you seem more..

He isn't sure. He doesn't get it, but it's admirable. He wishes his father had been as kind as you were, Lilith might have been alive if he was.

Lucifer makes the decision that he and his brothers will be your new family they ready were and nothing will happen to them or you,

That way you always have someone to turn to.

→ Mammon

Mammon knows you're really sweet. Out of everyone, he was the first one who truly got to know you.

He didn't know it went this far though.

Personally, Mammon doesn't bear the hatred Lucifer has for their father. Of course, Mammon isn't exactly happy with the man either, but..

Nothing? At all?

Mammon feels uncomfortable when it comes to angels. He's cool with the young angels, but the older ones like Simeon makes him sort of awkward.

Even if they didn't actually fight against Lilith or Lucifer.

He doesn't get how you're totally fine being around demons constantly. Not when they killed your family.

His family is all he has. He imagines he would be much like Belphie if he ever lost all of them, loathing everyone he could place even a slimmer of guilt on.

Mammon tells you he'll always be there, and nothing will happen to him.

Whenever he sees you sad, or staring nongingly at something with a sense of nostalgia around you, he'll gather whoever is available of his brothers and do something together with you.

You're not alone anymore.

→ Leviathan

Leviathan isn't entirely sure how he should react to something like that..

He was never the best with people, let alone comforting them. How is he supposed to react when he finds out you've gone through something so horrible..?

He can't help but realize that it happened not too long ago, and that you're seemingly doing alright.

He does what he wished someone did for him when he fell and had to deal with the grief of Lilith and believing none of his brothers wanted him alive.

He brings you into a hug, turns on something that one doesn't require brain effort to listen to and tells you that you can do whatever you want, he'll listen. Whether you want to be silent, talk about it or just cry. He's there.

→ Satan

Satan has always been a little confused about his brothers. Unlike them, he doesn't know the feeling of losing a loved one. But at the same time, he does?

He carries a small part of Lucifer's grief over Lilith with him, and he doesn't quite understand it, since he never knew Lilith.

He can't relate to you. Not in the way his brothers can, he never lost anyone important to him.

As selfish as he thinks it must be, he prays he'll never have to go through the type of pain his brothers and you have gone through.

He doesn't know how to comfort you. He doesn't think you seem like you need comfort either.

He just.. hands you some cups and plates, tells you that you can throw them at a wall and break them. It might make you feel better.

He offers you to throw them at him. A demon killed your family, so you must want to make demons suffer, right?

...No?

Satan, as unsure as he is, finds he wants to be as strong as you are.

He doesn't know how to help, but he tells you if you know how he can help he'll do it in a heartbeat.

He hopes it's enough for now.

→ Asmodeus

Asmodeus is understanding about the whole situation. He's one of the only two of them that understand emotions to any degree.

He asks you if you hate demons and want to go home.

You answer no, to both of them. You tell him it feels like home here with him and the others.

For a second Asmodeus understands what pure, unconditional love is, and decides he'll return that type of love to you.

→ Beelzebub

Beelsebub is yet another one who doesn't quite know how he should react. He ends up just bringing you into a hug.

He was never the best with words.

Beelzebub admires you, he always has, but he does so even more now. He watched Belphie develop a hatred for one of his previous favorite things,

And he's happy you didn't become like that. He's also really happy you don't hate him.

He'll help you hunt down whoever killed your family if you want him to.

He offers you food whenever he sees you're sad, and is always the first to join in when Mammon wants to do activities together to cheer you up.

You're his family, he hopes he can be yours too.

→ Belphegor

Out of everyone, Belphegor is the one who understands you the least.

After Lilith got killed, Belphegor blamed everyone who could hold even a glimmer of guilt in her death. He projected his hate towards humans a lot especially.

It was how he coped with his feelings.

He doesn't understand you at all.

He doesn't understand how you don't hate the Devildom, the Celestial realm, the human realm, angels, demons,

Him.

A part of him truly wants you to hate him and demons. Because maybe then you would make a little more sense to him.

He wonders if you were happy he killed you. He wonders if you wished you had stayed dead so you could be with your friends.

He wondered if you blamed yourself too.

[thecraftymagician]

How do you think the main 6 would propose to MC? Who would want to be proposed to? Who would rather not get married and who loves the idea of marriage?

I have thought long and hard about this tbh haha I think this will be broken up into 2 posts; this one answering all the questions except how they’d propose so it’s not a mega-wall of text. I hope that’s okay! In other words, Welcome to my TED Talk.

Warnings: Mild Spoilers for all routes

M6 on Getting Married:

(sorta working top to bottom)

Portia🧡

Growing up Portia was read/told all kinds of fairytales and adventure stories. She watched Mazelinka with Lilinka and always dreamed she’d find a love like that. She knew it was just bound to happen at some point, a true hopeless romantic. After you’re adventures together she honestly couldn’t believe her luck to have you in her life much less to return her feelings. Of course she doesn’t instantly obsess over needing to marry you, she has plenty sense and wants to spend time with you above all else but occasionally she does day dream. Not just of getting married but what comes after. For her it’s more so when than if. The only if is if you haven’t proposed first and she just can’t help herself from the plans she’s hatched. She doesn’t mind who proposes to who because either way you’re agreeing with each other to be partners in crime for life! That’s all she could ever want.

Julian🖤

Much like Portia, he grew up around the grannies and the families and couples that would come to the salt springs for vacation. He remembered his parents fondly and thought of love as embarking on adventures together the same way. During his travels he had a fair share of relationships, all one sided or too shallow; all leaving him broken hearted. After the plague and the murder he pushed any thought of love away from himself. His whole life had been nothing but trouble and pain for those he’d loved, how could he expect someone to promise to stick my him with that fact? That was of course until he met you. During the whirlwind you spent together he learned to let himself dream again. He’s still a bit cautious about marriage but he knows he wants to be with you through where ever else life takes you. With all these feeling stirring up inside, of course he wants to propose to you with a monologue expressing just how much you mean to him. But he won’t be upset if you beat him to the chase, he’ll just be uncontrollably sobbing through it and for days following.

Asra💜

After losing his parents Asra really went into ‘go with the flow and see where life takes you’ mode in almost every aspect. While they did think about love it wasn’t a priority for them. They remembered their parents and knew what they had was special and wanted to find it someday but that was the keyword; someday. Only when they met you the first time at the masquerade did they start to feel something true. Sure he’d flirt here and there and sometimes have a fling but he found himself wanting to know everything about you. As time went on he only realized when he was in too deep. After loosing you to the plague he realized that was his worst fear. They fought to bring you back and he had to hide his feelings to help you. He couldn’t believe it after you started to show your feelings for him once again. From the moment you reunited romantically that was it. Asra doesn’t care too much about marriage as long as the two of you are together. He does love the idea and of course if you do as well he’ll propose when he feels the time is right.. unless you beat him to it. Either way, he doesn’t mind.

Lucio❤

He defiantly hasn’t been the best person by a long shot. Most of his life was spent in selfish endeavors endangering and hurting most of your friends. After your time together he begins to feel remorse for everything he’s done. He doesn’t let it show but he does worry about being able to repent and get forgiveness from everyone. He wants to do better, be better for you especially but sometimes slips up or downright doesn’t know how. He pretends he’s fine by playing up his ego but it’s only one side of him. After what happened with Nadia, he’s afraid to make the same mistakes; diving in too quickly and hurting each other. He’s not too ecstatic about going through it again but if he does this time he wants to put in the work. He wants to be worthy of your love and compassion. Deep down he knows you’re not just a trophy he can win for doing good. When he feels like he can be just that he’ll propose to you with all the grandiose he can muster. You can propose, he’ll just feel bad that he didn’t get to treat you.

Nadia💖

There are reasons that Nadia doesn’t regret marrying Lucio. She enjoys being the Countess and above all loves her friends that she’s made since. If it weren’t for that she’d never do it again. She weary about marriage now like Lucio but is much more cautious. Together they were extremely toxic and there was barely anything positive about their relationship. Alot of it had to do with status and the stress of being Count and Countess. While she was left heartbroken most of the time in the past, she knows you’re different and won’t do anything on purpose to hurt her. Socially it’s better to be married but she doesn’t want you to have to suffer to be at her side. Outside of those fears, she finds the idea of being married to you heavenly. So if marriage is something you want then.. it’s worth giving another shot. She’d rather be proposed to because well, it’s romantic and sweet but for the same reason she wouldn’t mind proposing to you. It just might be delayed on account of taking the time to plan for you.

Muriel💚

Love is still somewhat new to Muriel. Sure he knows he loves you and loves other things but he’s never really been in a relationship before. He’s still learning as you go. While he still doesn’t say it quite often, he loves having you around. He loves waking up to you in his arms, how you get along with Inanna, how you take care of both of them. Having you close just feels right. He always thought he was better off alone but you showed him otherwise. That being said Muriel gets the concept of marriage but doesn’t really see the point if you’re already together. To him it’s more or less the same thing as how you are now. (...it takes a second for that to sink in before you’re both blushing like crazy.) He doesn’t like the idea of a grand party for something like that. He likes the idea of sharing it with friends but.. how embarrassing. After doing research about Kokhuri marriage customs, he starts to like the idea a bit more. Still he’ll be a bit shy to propose but won’t mind if you do it for him. Of course he’ll be embarrassed but you’re worth it.

[sokkawordbender]

Hey,

I don't think the criticism towards yona is misogynistic. That is because the story is first of all revolving around a FEMALE as MC. Any action made by that character will raise all sorts of positive and negative feedback. It doesn't necessarily mean that the criticism is misogynistic. I can understand why u may think that to be the case.

As u said, she puts others before her and thats what makes her selfless, but that's exactly what makes her selfish as well. If she is putting others before herself, she is also making decisions for others(not all the time, like jaeha joining the group etc etc they joined by free will etc.etc) and thinking that, it would be best for them. And by all means I'm saying that she means with the best intent in her heart. And even though she did say that they will find another way that is not what most fandom see. I don't think they see it is as her giving zeno options. Why is she giving options? Why does he have to see her options? any Reason? And he was NOT waiting for hiryuu.

You said yona will give choice to all in the end. That is absolute diabolical. Why she gotta give a choice? Don't everyone have it? So if she doesn't give it, they are not eligible for it? Is hiryuu's choice the only that matters even if it us giving everyone a choice. I think that is why everyone thinks this action was selfish. Why she gotta give the choice of making choice to others?

Also, calling someone selfish is not misogynistic at all. Lets say If the MC were a male, I would criticize him all the same for making a controversial decision.

Like say, take Hak as an example. The man himself is hopelessly devoted and basically yona's mad guard dog. That is some what stereotypical male lead of Shojo romance. I personally don't find these traits attractive. But it is what it is.

Lots of shonen MCs also get critique. That doesn't mean it is misandry? Right?

The story is about yona. Its call YONA of the frkn dawn. So she is the center of attention. Her actions will decide how the story goes. So people are going to talk about her actions, not an irrelevant guard's actions Duh.

Coming back to the main topic, yona was selfish to an extent. Because she said, "that is not what king hiryuu WANTS" one could speculate that as selfish. Think about it from this perspective:

If anyone said that to me in my deepest darkest and depressed moment to the point of killing my self and I cant even kms, and the person who can kill me is saying that, that is not what you want and not what your master wanted (what do you Know what I want?ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)when in fact my master(/king whatever u wanna call the position)was half the reason for my 2000 years of pain and loneliness, where the other half is his reincarnation 2000 in future, I would be driven to insanity. I would be too depressed to think about their good intentions behind it. The only important thing to me ATM would be my pain and ending it. Why they be making decision for ending or not ending my life?

That is crazy my friend, my life's continuity and ending is decided by someone else? So I can't even chose to live and end it?

Is what I would think. That is psychologically traumatizing. In these moments others making decision for me is not healthy for me to hear even though that would save my life. Therapy exist for a reason. And even if it is like u said that she is not making over anyone's head, what she's doing is not being portrayed neither perceived that way.(cuz it isn't)

Why is hiryuu's wish the only one that is important? (Though that seems to be entire notion triggering the story) What about others ? What about dragons? They suffered so much for 2000 years just waiting for a soul to reincarnate. Just watching jaeha's predecessor, kija's father and Ao made me so hurt. Their life ending scenes were too much for me.

The short life spans they were GRANTED is no less than a nuisance. Why did they have to be targeted and suffer. What about their choice? And zeno is too much in agony. Why not ask why he do what he is doing or what does he want? Ask about his pain and his wishes? Why take his choice from him (again I'm not saying that she did but it is portrayed that way) and take his decision away? Like his desperation meant nothing? Its reduced to nothing but what hiryuu wishes for? That is some level of selectivity for granting favours from heaven I'd say. Its almost as if all beings can cry and whine all they want, their wish would never be heard unless the heavens chose to spare some benevolence towards lower beings.

And now that Zeno has a way and chance that is also being overpowered by OP MC who is protected by plot armor. I'm not saying watching someone kill themselves is justifiable, but its the very thought of disregarding someone's freewill and saying that the decision MC has made is for the best of all. And saying we will figure another way out. If there was another way, wouldn't he have done it. I think the dialogue' we will find another way' was to placate zeno and distract him from self harm. I don't think she had another way. It was not really her offering him choice. Why is Zeno being criticized for not accepting her OFFER??????? REALLY NOW.

I think he has given up hope. And her trying to reach him is not getting through but that DOES NOT entail that he is rejecting it and doing some not friendly thing. Lol

You need to understand that it's not about the act that is being committed but the thought behind it. Zeno could be doing anything, let's saying killing all of mankind.

I'm just saying its not really the battle of gender and being misogynistic or misandrist, its about all people in general. They have their choice by them selves. They don't need it to be offered from someone else. They are not the said person's slave. They don't need an offer, rather a need to be heard. And given the fragile condition of Zeno's mentality how can one expect him to understand that??? Give my man some break.

Trust me I've seen real misogynistic fandoms calling some FMC weird things just because she is a female. Like some do with An Lili. Yona is not the target of these people.

And I know, yona had best interest in mind for her friends, wouldn't want them dead. But still I think u got the point. Its all about being heard. She is kind hearted how her father raised her and very forgiving. And that is not a flaw. Yes folks forgiveness is real, in real world too. I've see seen people forgive terrible crimes, some higher galaxy level tolerance they have.

Ofc, yona is self sacrificing. I like that about her, but she is not people mover, I don't know how to explain it, but its not the same. The one who know how to make people work for them and get the job done kinda leader. She takes the work upon herself which makes the power of decision to be landed on her. Therefore, bringing upon the WRATH of criticism as well upon her.

The story literally raises the question about fate vs freewill you know like Macbeth. Was it fate that dragons continued to live and met our MC yona, or was it freewill of hiryuu? Like soowoon said, did he really have no other choice? Was it meant to be? He is very self aware character hehe.

In the end, its just a story. And we are all being fed by the amazing narrative that we are having this convo about different perspective of the characters.

Bye~

yona isn‘t selfish at all. she‘s literally self-sacrificial to a fault. zeno taking away the dragon‘s agency and deciding that yona needs to kill him shows how desperate he is. yona isn‘t deciding anything over his head, she literally tells him 'we will find another way together' giving him another path forward, but zeno can‘t even see the choice she offers, because he has been waiting for the crimson dragon‘s return and believes his salvation comes in form of a sword through his heart. if you wait thousands of years for one singular blow, you won‘t be able to hear beyond your heart pounding in your ears.

yona isn‘t selfish. she isn‘t deciding over anyone‘s head. that‘s literally what zeno does. kija didn‘t want to leave yona and hak, sinha didn‘t want to leave yoon, and jaeha didn‘t even want to be a dragon at all.

i think, in the end, yona will give all of them a choice.