#but its bby luci

[lukielstuff]

comfort.

[ittybittyluci]

I don’t think anyone fully comprehends how much I need them to be besties. Like. I need Angel to platonically scoop his short little king on a regular basis.

It’ll probably never happen,

But a girl can dream.

[timingmatters]

“Im glad you werent with him” TO LUCY!???? BUCK NOO!!!

Im sorry im a taylor defender after that betrayal and him never correcting her belief that it was a random drunk woman at the bar AND NOT HIS COWORKER???? For all i know Taylor can personally destroy Buck’s reputation and steal all his credit cards and she’s still gonna be valid in my eyes😭

[livwritesstuff]

happy halloween bbys :) speaking of babies i felt like writing steddie w/ a little one again so here have this

On the morning of Halloween ‘01, Steve wakes up before Eddie, as he tends to.

He typically wakes up with their three month old, Moe – feeds her breakfast, gets her dressed for the day, soaks up all the time he can get with their girl before he has to head off to work.

Today is special though, seeing as it’s Halloween.

Steve and Eddie had agreed to not do anything big for Halloween this year while Moe is still so little – no trick-or-treating, that is. Steve had suggested getting a sitter for the evening so the two of them can go to that bar they like that does a whole Halloween night every year, but Eddie, like Steve, isn’t all that inclined to do anything that doesn’t also include Moe, so instead they’ll be ordering takeout from their favorite place in Chinatown and watching a horror movie after Moe goes to bed.

Eddie is fine with keeping things low-key this year, mostly because he knows that Steve knows they'll be going all out with all the subsequent Halloweens in their future. What Eddie doesn’t know is that while Steve had been running errands the other day, he just so happened to pass by the baby section of a clothing store, which had their Halloween selection on full display and Steve hadn’t been able to help himself.

Moe is all kinds of smiley this morning while Steve goes through the motions of their morning routine, getting in his fix of baby-snuggles before heading downstairs and feeding her breakfast while he starts up the coffee machine (for Eddie more than for himself – he thought having a brand new baby in the house might be the final straw that tipped him over to coffee drinker status, but he’s still perfectly fine with a cup of tea). She's still all smiles as Steve gets her dressed in the little outfit he’d hidden away from Eddie after he bought it last week – a puffy, quilted yellow onesie with big black stripes and felt antennae on the hood, tiny little white wings on the back, and a felted stinger on the bum. It’s not really a costume – not the way Eddie would define Halloween Costume, anyway, but it’s close enough, and anyways Eddie has always been a sucker for seeing their kid dressed up all cute. It’s a guaranteed home run in Steve’s opinion.

Like he usually does, Steve brings Moe into his and Eddie’s bedroom to wake him up.

“Morning,” Steve says cheerfully as he plops Moe onto Eddie’s chest. Eddie gives a sleepy grumble before his eyes crack open. It only takes him half a second to realize that Moe’s not exactly wearing her normal attire, and then Eddie’s got a big, bleary grin on his face as he takes the whole thing in.

“Are you my little bug, Lucy-Moe?” Eddie says as she scoops her into his arms and plants kisses all over her chubby cheeks until she's got a big drool-y smile on her face and she's making those little sounds that Steve is pretty sure means her first laugh is on its way. Eddie looked up at Steve with something like wonder on his face, "You said no costume."

"Uh, no. I said no trick-or-treating," Steve replied. Eddie leveled an eyebrow at him, so he said, "C'mon, man. It's her first Halloween."

"God, I love you so much Steve Harrington."

[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Obey Me! Diavolo & Barbatos with a Goth MC! : basically my thoughts on what their reactions would be, how they would handle having a goth partner, ext.

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Welcome! to another part of this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

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Goth MC! who does the make up, the white foundation the "crazy" eyeliner, the black/grey or dark color eyeshadow and blush. Classic black or red lipstick with matching nail polish on the Mc's fingers. The saggy looking hair that matches the make up, oh so well. Goth MC! Who has the unkept look, but at second glance you can tell their well kept. At least to some extent. The Mc has raggy, ripped looking outfit but upon closer inspection its clear the outfit is perfectly kept up with. Goth MC! Who has an over extent looking outfit, looking like rags on rags, and the Mc has a dead looking apperance appearing to have risen from the grave. Almost the perfect example of a goth baddie. How will they react?

Diavolo

When Goth Mc crashlands in the Devildom, Diavolo is Fascinated! He may not understand why their dressed Goth but he still thinks Goth Mc looks adorable! Diavolo would ask all kinds of questions. "Why do you choose to dress like that? Is it a human custom? Goth?? Whats that? Tell me everything!!" This is all assuming he doesn't already know what goth is lol. Diavolo is just an excited puppy eager to learn anything about humans. So please entertain him with Goth culture or just tell him dark stories. Maybe even talk about music and how complicated that can be. He'll be amazed! "There's a whole sub-culture for Goth? Thats wonderful! You must tell me all about it!!" With those puppy dog eyes and that grin of his, Goth Mc would have no choice but to talk nonestop about goth things until Diavolo's curiousity subsides. If it ever does.

Diavolo can listen to Goth Mc for hours. Even when Mc leave Diavolo will be thinking about what Mc had been telling him. Instead of doing his paperwork he would daydream or think of more questions related to Goth culture just so he could ask Goth Mc. Barbs and Luci are banging their heads against the wall, so much unfinished paperwork. Poor bbys.

Dating Diavolo is super supportive. Diavolo loves Goth Mc's look! Humans somewhat looked down on the Goth apperance? Diavolo will make a Devildom where its the complete opposite! He wants Mc to be happy and safe in Devildom. I mean honestly, whos going to say anything to Goth Mc when the Demon Prince is standing next to them anyways? A psychopath? "No harm or hate shall come to you when hes besides you, Mc!" Diavolo will happily parade Goth Mc around formal events, arms linked proudly showing the Devildom that he's with them.

Speaking of formal events, Diavolo expects Goth Mc to dress gothic when attending an event. "You should feel comfortable being you, Mc. The Devildom is a Safespace for you." Or he'll make it one. Diavolo will gladly provide Mc with formal gothic attire if Mc doesn't have/can't afford any. He just wants to see his cute little human all dolled up! It fills Mc's gothic desires so win, win situation.

Diavolo is the Demon Prince so he is going to give Mc amazing gifts, and he'll do it all the time. No occasion needed! Diavolo may give Mc some extravagant goth item. Or maybe he'll bring Mc along to the grand opening of something spooky like. Diavolo doesn't care what it is if Goth Mc wants it he'll give it to them. As long as its reasonable. Diavolo may one day be becoming king, but Goth Mc is his ruler.

Barbatos

Barbatos can see the future so like he probably saw Goth Mc coming before they actually arrived in the Devildom. But even if he didnt,the most of a reaction Mc would see is an intrigued eyebrow raise. Barbatos is very good at keeping his composure. Nobody can know his thoughts or see how hes feeling hy his reaction.

I feel like Barbatos would enjoy the goth aesthetic. Similar to what i said with Satan's reaction, Barbs enjoys that the goth look appears to be an artistic outlit. Barbs also makes clothes so i feel like he would appreciate the Goth attire in general. Taking inspiration from it at some points.

Dating with Barbatos is pleasant. Barbs isn't always free. Hes a busy man babysitting taking care of the Demon Prince. However Barbs always makes it up to Mc. It can be small acts or even small presents just subtle ways of trying to apologize for not always being free. Barbs knows Goth Mc's favorite everything, as a butler its his job to be observant and know everything about those he looks after. So Goth Mc can expect their favorites with him.

Barbs will gladly sit and have tea with Goth MC as they teach him of Goth culture or talk about something dark. Mc's telling him about this gruesome horror movie they watched recently? He's nodding along and sipping his tea with a fond smile. He'll occasionally ask a question or add something into the conversation. "The suspense is killing me, do tell me what happens next my dear." Said straight faced, but he really is intrested!

Barbs doesnt find Goth Mc's appearance or interests offputting. Everyones fond of their own things, and he finds Mc to be very unique. Barbs is a high respected demon with a lot of power. I doubt anyone would say anything bad to Mc with him around, but if they did he would handle it very professionally. He would give them a snarky passive aggressive remark. He cant do anything crazy without "shaming" Lord Diavolo so he just handles it calmly and professionally. The poor sap that said whatever to Mc was never seen again tho. Mystery what happened lol.

Barbatos defiently gives Goth MC amazing gifts. He has connections everywhere, if he sees something goth or something that makes him think of Mc, he'll get it for them. Mc will also recieve outfits he made for them, obviously it matches their goth aesthetic. Barbs maybe a busy man but he's always thinking of Mc. He gives them gifts all the time, small or large with no reason other than- "I saw it and I immediately thought of you, my dear. I may not be allowed to be with you always, but you're forever on my mind." Barbs is unbashful and will gladly spoil Goth Mc, with compliments or presents and any other ways he can. He just wants his little human to understand he cares.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! Next up will be: Solomon, Simeon, & Luke(platonic) Stay tuned! Stay safe! & EAT YOU'RE VEGGIES! ‹𝟹

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[ladylooch]

The Spiral [Lio Meier] - Part 1

A/N: I have been working on this for weeks. But this past weekend this was the only WIP I worked on. I ate, slept and drank Lio Meier’s downfall. It dominated every waking hour. But I am really proud of this one. Whew! I was in the writing trenches bbys! But here it is, in all its glory. The time when everything in Lio’s life blows up.

I have some very specific warnings below. This is a deep one, layered, and may be difficult to read for some. Please consume your content carefully 😘

Warnings: Childhood trauma (mental/psychological), a lot of mentions and insinuations of abortion, VERY angsty, drinking/ drunk Lio.

Word Count:4.1k

Crackles and pops of the bonfire embers are highlighted by the inky Swiss night surrounding the Meier and Hischier families on a cool summer evening.

“Maybe like thirty seconds left.” Timo murmurs to Lio as he turns over the marshmallow hanging from the fire stick.

“LuLu and I are going to eat these in the tree house.” Lio announces, leaning back into his dad’s chest.

“Okay.” Timo chuckles, squeezing his son tight to him for a hug. “What do you think now? Is it done?”

“It’s gonna fall.”

“Yeah, we should pull it out.” Timo agrees. “Can you get the graham crackers and chocolate?” Lio does. Together, they work the marshmallow off onto the awaiting ingredients. Lio loves summer in Switzerland. He eats his whole body weight in s’mores with Swiss chocolate. His mama is right. American chocolate is not the same. 

“No Reeses cups today?” Timo asks. 

“No.” Lio says, pressing the crackers together, careful not to break them. 

“Mmm, who are you? Mama usually can’t keep Reeses stocked for you.” Timo chuckles. 

“That’s only in Jersey.” Lio says, bringing the s’more up to his lips. He bites into the gooey and delectable treat. He grins at his dad, having no idea his face is already covered in chocolate. “Best one yet.” 

“Good. Enjoy, buddy. Livy, come here and daddy will make a s’more with you.” Lio books it off to the back corner of their spacious yard in Switzerland, where his best friend and cousin, Lucie Hischier, awaits for him.

“You take too long.” Lucie quips, annoyed. 

“Your marshmallow is burned to a crisp.” Lio scoffs in response

“I like it!” She grins holding up her sticky fingers. She already ate one of the two she made. They both giggle as Lio sits down next to her. They eat in content silence. From their spot in the tree house, they can see down to their whole family mingling together around the warm fire.  Mack and Livy are with Timo making s’mores the long way like Lio did. “When we grow up, are we gonna live by each other?” Lucie wonders. 

“Yeah, LuLu. Maybe by then you’ll have patience.” Lucie may be Uncle Nico’s daughter, but she is nothing like him. Lio thinks if Lucie played hockey, she would spend most of her time in the penalty box. 

“I have patience.” She squints. “Maybe we will live here full time.” If Lio’s mama had it her way, they already would. Lio shrugs. He likes both places they live, but it would be nice to see their grandparents more. “I wanna grow up and have lots of babies after I get married.”

“Yeah. Like our parents.”

“Well, like my parents” Lucie shrugs. Lio licks the bit of marshmallow clinging to his fingers. 

“My parents are married?”

“Yeah, but your parents had you before they got married…” Lucie tilts her head at him.

“Well that’s cause they couldn’t wait to get married to have me.” Lio says matter of fact. “They wanted me first cause they didn’t want to have a baby during the season.” 

Lucie anxiously bites her lip, glancing again at where their parents are sitting by the bonfire. 

“That’s not what I heard.” Little Lucie doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal. So she says “I heard my dad tell my mom that Auntie Em only moved to Jersey because of you. That she didn’t want to leave her life in Switzerland and he isn’t sure they would have ever gotten married or been together without you.” 

Lio stares blankly back at Lucie. His little blue eyes lift beyond his smaller cousin where she munches innocently away on her s’more. His eyes crawl up the wood boards to where they had carved their initials inside on the first day they were allowed up here. From there, he moves to his parents laughing together at the bonfire. His mom is holding Livy’s s’more as she takes cautions bites. They never told him that. Lucie must be wrong.

“No, I don’t think that is what happened. You heard wrong.” Lio tries. His voice sounds small and far away to him because his heartbeat is pounding so hard through his head.

“I guess Uncle Timo had told daddy he didn’t want any kids.” Lucie didn’t hear her dad say the full sentence- Uncle Timo didn’t want kids without Emma. So her innocent repeat paints a different picture. “Guess he had to change his mind.” 

Lio Meier is only 10 years old, but the whole world shifts under him from that moment forward.

- - - 

A decade and a half later, Lio Meier slumps low on the couch in his parent’s living room in Switzerland. His right hand rubs at the splitting headache in the center of his forehead, while his left holds a glass of expensive whiskey from his dad’s collection. If his parents are going to sit him down for an intervention, he is not doing it sober. He brings the glass to his lips, sucking down a big gulp as his mom and dad walk into the room. They’re already on their good cop, bad cop shit. Lio sniffs, rolling his eyes as they sit down in front of him.

Emma purses her lips at her son’s obvious contempt at being called home. But what she is hearing around town is concerning. Rumors swirl in their little mountain village that he has… followed in the family footsteps? Maybe? That some nice, Swiss girl he went to school with has wound up pregnant after a night with him. Apparently, when the girl told Lio, he tossed a few bills of cash at her and told her to take care of it. Emma isn’t quite sure how things came to be this way with Lio. She hopes to find out in this conversation.

Timo sits next to his wife, fingers clasped together, silent as he stares at his son. Lio is unrecognizable today, really since he returned home from his last season. Him and Emma knew something happened in Jersey. Lio didn’t elaborate and Lucie was vague to Emma when she asked. The other concern is this being a reaction to his lack of success so far in his professional career. A Stanley Cup seems lightyears away for the franchise again. 

“We just gonna stare at each other all day?” Lio turns his hands up in annoyance at them.

“Lio.” Timo warns. 

“What? You two called me here and now you’re holding me hostage in silence.”

“Honestly, I’m trying to find the right words to say to you.” Emma begins, shaking her head. “I’m hearing things.” She finally settles on. “And I’d like to hear from you if they are true.”

“Depends on what you heard.” Lio reaches for the whiskey glass again. Timo’s laser blue eyes watch him gulp down the brown liquid. 

“Why don’t you put that back down.” Lio pauses with the glass on his lips. His dad stares him down. Timo wasn’t asking; he was telling. Lio puts the glass back on the coaster with a loud ping.

“I heard… someone in this town may be pregnant with your baby.”

“Maybe she was. I don’t know.” Lio waves it off with a flick of his fingers. He puts those same fingers back on his splitting headache. 

“What do you mean maybe and I don’t know?” Timo asks. “Those seem like things you should be pretty fucking sure about.”

“Her and I talked a few days ago. I gave her money to take care of it. It’s handled. You aren’t grandparents.” Emma’s spine snaps to attention. 

“What?”

“I told her-“

“I heard what you said.” Emma seethes, getting visibly angry. “So your approach was to tell her to take care of it? Instead of taking ownership of your choices?”

“Look, I’m not having a kid. I know you two made the choice to ruin your lives by having me, but I’m not following in your idiotic footsteps.”

“Excuse me?” Timo scoffs at his son incredulously. “You’re going to judge our choices right now?” He doesn’t see the way his wife is retreating in on herself. It has been over 15 years since Emma last felt judged about getting pregnant with Lio. But her son is now facing a similar situation and his contempt towards her stings. Small tears fill her brown eyes as she watches Lio and Timo jaw back and forth. Timo gets louder. Lio sits up in the chair. Soon, they’re both standing. This is not how she saw this conversation going.

“We are so disappointed in you right now.” Timo shakes his head, exhaling heavily. His cheeks are tight, lips pursed angrily. Emma stands, dashing between the men, one hand on each of their chests. 

“Disappointed?” Lio spits, lip curling in disgust. “She was trying to ruin my life by getting pregnant. All she wanted was my money and to take away the best years of my career like mom did to you, by turning you into the family man you didn’t want to be. I had to protect myself and I would do it again in an instant.”

Shock stills the living room. Timo forgets his son completely. His hands go to Emma, wincing as she retreats from his touch. 

“I never said that.” Timo says immediately to his wife. “Those are his words, not mine, baby.” Timo turns, snarling back at Lio. “Where do you get off?”

“Me!? You made a mistake having me!” Lio screams at his dad. “It’s why you lied to me about it for so long! So I fixed that for us by not doing it all over again!” Angry tears wreak havoc in Lio’s blue eyes. Timo’s face collapses into a twisted frown at the obvious, intense pain on his son’s face.

“Lee…” Timo trails off. 

“I know all about it. I’ve known since I was ten years old that you two didn’t actually want me. You didn’t plan for me or pray for me or wish for me. I was a mistake.” Every moment Timo and Emma uttered their little white lie runs through each of their minds. They never wanted Lio to feel unwanted. They didn’t think the fudging of the truth was hurtful or would cause any damage. But they also didn’t realize their son had known the truth since he was ten years old. Each lie for the last 15 years has chipped away at Lio. Now, being in the same circumstances as his parents, he has reached his boiling point in their living room.

“No. Lio-” Emma starts, voice shuddering with her emotions.

“You shouldn’t of had me.” Lio looks directly at Emma. “You should have pulled the plug when you had a chance and lived your life here the way you wanted to. You ruined everyone’s lives. You choose to have me and dad felt obligated to take care of us.”

“You don’t get to speak down to me about choices that gave you life because your recklessness is trying to make you accountable.” Emma’s previously silent rage explodes through the room as she steps around Timo. “Get out of my house.” She jabs her pointer finger into Lio’s sternum.

“Fuck you guys.” Lio spits out at them. 

Timo leans forward to go after their son for his disgusting display of disrespect. But Emma’s shocked whimper stops any more forward progress. The house shakes at the timber of Lio slamming door.

“We wanted him.” Emma whispers to Timo, big tears raining down from her brown eyes. “We never lied about that. He thinks…” She puts her hand over her mouth and begins to sob.

Timo doesn’t say it, but he knows what Emma would say if she could speak.

Lio believes his parents love him out of obligation. 

And he has for the last 15 years.

- - -

After the fall out with his parents, Lio heads into town and grabs a post-shift beer with Liv, who obviously has not heard from their parents about what is up. Quickly, Liv leaves to head back to her and Luca’s place for an at-home date night.

“We are going to paint headshots of each other.” Liv giggles, knowing Luca is a shit painter. She can’t wait to see how wonderfully bad it is. Lio would rather burn his eyebrows off than do dopey shit like that with a girl. 

Lio sticks around town, ignoring the looks and whispers that follow him. He’s had people talking about him in some way or another his whole life. He not going to start giving a shit about it now. 

One beer turns into 6, which turns into 3 shots of whiskey too, until he is drunk enough to relax from the confrontation with his parents. He wanders his way back towards home, stopping at Lucie and Connor’s lake house to check in on his favorite little girl. Stella Wood sleeps on her dad’s chest in the living room where he is continuing to watch mindless, toddler TV. 

“The show getting good?” Lio quips.

“Fuck no. But the remote is tucked into the cushion and I can’t get it without waking her up. She’s been a Tasmanian Devil today.” Lucie snorts in the kitchen where she is wiping the stone counter off. “And if I wake her up, hot stuff in the kitchen is going to be very unhappy with me.”

“You were the one who gave her cotton candy.” Lucie calls.

“Yeah, that was a bad idea. You were right, baby.” Connor looks at Lio. “Fun though.” Lio chuckles, collapsing into the big reclining chair across from them.

“You want a beer?” Lucie asks, walking in with three beer bottles. 

“Yeah.” Lio sighs, happy to have the coldness in his grip. He pops the top, taking two big glugs. Lucie goes to sit between Connor’s thighs curling her legs up to her chest as she takes a sip of beer.

“So… what’s new?” Lucie asks with insinuation. Lio looks away from where he is stroking his thumb over the raised words of his bottle. Their eyes connect and he knows Lucie has heard the same rumors his parents have. Probably from her parents. 

“Same shit, different day.” Lio takes another pull from the bottle. Lucie, ever the mom now, holds her calm presence. “Had a little fun last month that caught up with me.” He widens his eyes, thinking again of the conversation with Isabella a few days ago. His stomach had dropped from his body and he choked on his beer. He thought they were going to have a drink and head back to his place. Not have a bombshell explode his whole life in three words. 

“What are you going to do?” Lucie asks.

“Nothing. She did something about it.”

“Oh.” Lucie takes another sip of her beer. A slight crinkle appears in her forehead.

“Yeah and apparently now I’m not welcome at my parents’ house.”

“Really?” Connor asks as he smooths over Stella’s wild, brown curls.

“Yeah… things got a little heated today and they didn’t like what I had to say. Apparently holding a mirror up is not appreciated in this family.” Lio takes another sip. “Like, I get they made whatever decision they did with me, but I didn’t ask to be born, and they shouldn’t get pissed at me for not wanting to continue in their bastard child tradition.” Lucie flinches at the harshness of his comment. She’s never liked that word, especially not now after having their child before her and Connor were married.

“What mirror?” Lucie inquires.

“Just that my dad didn’t want kids and was forced into it when my mom got pregnant with me. Or that my mom wanted to stay in Switzerland and couldn’t because of her choice to have me. My dad’s career was never the same after I was born, so that decision cost them a lot career and money wise. This was a mistake I could fix so I did. They could be more grateful for preventing a rinse and repeat.”

The room is silent for a moment as Lio’s words fall between all of them. The TV is the only disruption. Lio tilts his beer bottle back, hoping the liquid will wash down the awkward air in the room.

“You are a fucking moron. Your parents are doing really well and your family is great, Lee. Happy and healthy.” Connor shakes his head. Lio’s out-there way of thinking about being domestic in any situation is once again rearing it’s ugly head. No wonder he lost Savannah. She’s better off without this version of Lio anyway.

“LuLu gets it.” Lio motions to his cousin.

“No, Lee…. I don’t think I do.” Lucie straightens. “Because from what you’re telling me, I’ve also ruined an NHL player’s life, and stole his best years from him, by getting pregnant with his baby for the money.”

“Luc.” Lio chuckles, shaking his head. “It’s not like you were playing baby roulette with just anyone. Connor was already a millionaire.” Lucie instantly looks taken aback, which confuses Lio because the three of them have definitely joked about this before.

“Oh, so that’s what all the girls in your life have in common? We’re all just gold-digging whores? The girl you knocked up who you told to take care of it? And your mama who wrecked your dad’s life by choosing to have you? And me who found the most expensive rookie in the league to knock me up?” Technically Lio was that year, but that is neither here nor there. Lio is frustrated by the way Lucie is stuffing words into his mouth. 

“At least the one that stuck wasn’t Marco’s. But I’m sure you would of taken care of that one. Not enough commas in his bank account.”

“Alright. Time out.” Connor shakes his head, recognizing how drunk Lio is. Things are about to turn ugly and he doesn’t want to have to time his catch of Lucie’s hand when it inevitably winds up to slap her cousin.

“That is so fucked up, Lio.” Lucie snaps, putting her beer down on the end table with a slam.

“No what is fucked up is that you didn’t take my advice after you two broke up.” He gestures between Lucie and Connor.

“Oh my god.” Lucie gasps, covering her mouth with her hand. The room goes still as tears fill her big brown eyes. She winces, like she is realizing something she never has before. “When I came to stay with you, you told me you would take care of everything. That if Connor and I couldn’t work it out, you and I would figure it out. All this time, I thought that meant you would take care of us. We would be our own family….” Her eyebrows furrow. “But you hoped I wouldn’t pick this at all.”

“Wait, what?” Connor asks, turning to his wife. He looks across the room at Lio who’s eyes are widening.

Of course Connor knows it was Lucie’s choice, always her choice. It was early in her pregnancy when the infamous hit happened. Lucie could have… made a different choice. Connor thinks about how safe it felt for her to be with Lio during that time. Then a cold shiver rolls down his spine, wondering if Lio was really in Lucie’s ear telling her not to go through with it. Did he give her money? Offer to drive her to the clinic? Promise to never tell Connor what happened? It was a miscarriage, Con. I’m so sorry. Connor’s blue eyes darken with storm clouds as his daughter stirs slightly against his chest. What lengths would Lio have gone to cover up their mistake like he is trying to do with his right now?

“Did you tell Lucie to get rid of our daughter?” Connor’s voice is tight as he asks the words he has to. Lio flinches.

“What?”

“Did you tell Lucie to not have Stell?” Connor repeats louder, more firm. Lucie glances nervously between the two men. Connor laughs in disbelief at Lio’s panicked face.

“I told Lucie I would support whatever choice she wanted to make… that she didn’t have to do this if she didn’t want to. She was really scared.” Lio points to Lucie generally like she isn’t in the room. She is hearing his words from a completely different perspective than three years ago. “I know that sounds bad now because Stell is here and we love her, but at the time, Lucie needed to hear that she had options.”

“Yeah and the option you proposed to her was to end her pregnancy.”

“It was mentioned, yes. But there was also adoption or raising Stell alone or… this. What you two have now.”

“Alone!?” Connor stutters out. “So, what if she wanted to raise Stell without me?”

“As I said, I was supportive of whatever Lucie wanted to do.” Connor inhales sharply. 

“You need to leave, Lio.” Connor stands, passing their whole world over to his wife on the couch. He smooths Stella’s hair down as she cuddles into Lucie’s shoulder. Connor feels his knees almost give out in pain. What would life be like without Stell? Without her soft kisses and baby giggles and huge hugs when he comes home from the road. How could Lio have supported a life for Stell without Connor? Or a life without her ever existing to begin with? 

“I just wanted to support her! Why is that bad?” Lio’s heart is in his throat now, as Connor slowly steps forward.

“What would be good about Lucie wanting to raise Stella without me? You were going to be daddy to my kid? You are right about one thing tonight, you’d be a shit fucking dad, Lio.”

“I…” Lio never thought about any of these scenarios in depth. He really just wanted to show up for Lucie. And Lucie chose Connor so quickly it didn’t seem to matter.

“Would you have told me?”

“W-what?” Lio puts his beer down, moving to sit up straighter. He swallows nervously.

“Would you, my best friend, have told me I had a daughter?” Lio is silent. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know if he would have. Lucie was so scared and had held so tightly to his shirt those two weeks she had lived with him. He would have protected her, but that doesn’t feel like the right answer to reiterate now. Lio looks at Lucie, needing her to step in and say something. Her eyes are lined with betrayed tears, looking at him like she isn’t sure who he even is. Why have people been looking at him like this lately? What the fuck is going on?

“Luc…?”

“You’re a fucking coward, Lio. Anyone who thinks our daughter shouldn’t be here doesn’t get the privilege of being in our lives. Get out. You are no longer welcome here.” Lio tries to speak.

“Get. The fuck. Out!” Connor bellows, hands tightened into fists at his sides. Stell startles. She wakes up, immediately sensing the tension in the room and begins to cry. Connor turns away from Lio, rushing back to his wife and daughter. 

“It’s okay, Stell. You’re okay. Mommy and daddy are here.” Connor gathers her back from Lucie. He turns back to Lio. “I’m not fucking asking you again.” 

Lio stands, leaving his half full beer bottle. He rips the front door open and leaves the second home he’s been kicked out that day.

- - -

The next morning, a ping wakes Lio. He wants it all to be a bad dream, but the raw realness of what happened yesterday mars his body with physical aches and pains, including a hell of a hangover. He groans as he grabs his phone, pulling it to his face. He squints, seeing a new text awaiting him from an unsaved number.

Hi Lio, It’s Isabella. I went to the clinic and they told me I’m not pregnant. It was a false positive. Guess we dodged a bullet.

Lio stares at the text, watching his cursor blink in anticipation of him responding. He doesn’t.

Dodged a bullet? Then why does it feel like he is still bleeding out.

Continue reading: Part 2

[lisannastraussisanangel]

Damn all these Lucy and Erza posts throw me way back to like, 2014 XD

I always remember this throwaway line Lucy had in the GMG arc (tbh my least fav because of how dirty Lucy was done), where she says Erza’s always climbing into bed with her…

Any headcanons on that aspect? 👀

2014 was peak Erlu times! My girls need more scenes in 100 yq! I can think of a few headcanons ;)

Erza is a hardcore cuddler and Lucy is her safe person.

Erza knows she can be soft with Lucy with zero judgement so Erza's guard is completely down with her

It's actually really hard for Erza to sleep through the night. She is a really light sleeper and wakes up multiple times a night just in case she is attacked

The only time she can get a full nights sleep is when she slips into Lucy's bed. Lucy makes her feel protected

Also it's a bragging right to actually be allowed in Lucy's bed. Imagine how many times Gray and Natsu have gotten kicked in the fact and then Erza just waltzes up like "its cuddle time, bby"

[wolfjustdraws]

absolutely awesome lnco and bts photos that i want to reshare with yall cause yall deserve to enjoy them too

and my commentary too of course cause yall aint never getting rid of that

BEST MEME TO COME OUT OF THIS SERIES SO FAR COME ON YALL WHERE ARE THE MEMES USE THE PIC

closest we’ll ever get to seeing the ot3 bbys cuddling after a case 

look at them and tell me they arent one adorable polycule, i DARE u

yasssss queen cheer for us 

new fave reaction pic, needs to be a whatsapp sticker

closest thing we’ll ever get to seeing lockwood on vacay

also are those PURPLE SOCKS?!

the boi aint got no sock chill

'never forget to massage ur eyes before u leave for work’

totally canon moment of the bbys hiding from the rain on a job, the fuck u mean this is a bts pic? aint no such thing its CANON

*inTENSE BBY GIRL EXCITEMENT*

how dARE YALL

the face u make when ur told u burnt down a client’s house but u still sealed the source so u technically did ur job right

girl aint got no idea what the fUCK is going on

dick measuring contests bby, dont worry ur pretty head with it

when u hear u now owe 60000000000∞ money

MANIFEST IT 

RENEWAL

MANIFEST IT

hi

bye

dont talk to her she angy

load of bullshit bby boi thats what

the siblings are fightinggggg

what the ever hell

WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO HANDS IN THE AIR CHEATEHS PREPARE TO BE FUCKED BY THE LONG DICK OF THE LAW

why

why does cameron look like jim carrie in this photo

alexa activate my ‘charm lucy into never leaving me’ smile

THATS ALL HE IS

A GLORIFIED HOUSEWIFE

and we love him for it

come at me, bitch

i just love how the skull sits over her shoulder in most interviews, is that an intentional thing?

*insert that weird laugh that sounds in like the very 1 second of spice girl’s wannabe here*

george about to commit a crime

AYO WHERE MY BOYS HAVING A SPA DAY FANFICS AT

look at the way he looks at them, if thats not what being in love with a pair of idiots looks like then who the fuck knows what is

[tricornonthecob]

Its only like 7:30pm why am I so sweepy

LK 121: Cindaquil Sluttington

(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)

I'll Make A Man Out Of You, but Colonial.

I am both distressed and creeped out.

*uncomfortable flashbacks to creepy 8th grade geography teacher*

Mrs. Adams gonna choke a bitch if he makes a pass at her adopted daughter.

Lucy Knox coming in as backup.

Who fucking let this guy play interference.

I need you all to know I am having a very visceral reaction to this and its not just the ginger beer and cider.

lol fucken DENIED.

Mrs. Adams is practically eyerolling, she knows whats up.

Dustin Hoffman putting his whole fucking pussy into this role.

Man you really don't need to eavesdrop on Arnold, he just yells his business if you wait patiently enough.

Mrs. Adams. Is not having it. I love her in this episode stg.

Her facial expressions are all of us rn, Eggs Bennie please get ur hands off the 15-year-old 19-year-old.

Is this guy really doing a victory lap. Nobody believes you're banging John Adams' wife, Bennie.

What, is this creepy-ass dude checking her out, too? Someone tell me Chris Hansen is in this house.

...I can only hope that you're in on the sting operation, too, Mrs. Adams, or else this is a pretty bad lapse in judgement.

literally me rn shit now I know how my mom felt when I was dating a 21 year old in high school

Oh dear. Oh bby. Oh you sweet summer child. Turning it into a work outing will not stop an old creeper from creeping. I know from experience. Mrs. Adams please chaperone for the love of all that is holy.

Again with the interference did Eggs Bennie hire this fucknut.

lol okay but these frames and the voice talent's annoyed sigh give me life lol. Squirrely interference man is jonesing for Mrs. Knox action.

I am. Grossed out. By this scene. And why is he gripping Mrs. Adams' arm so fucking hard.

I have never been so relieved to have a scene switch in my life.

Girl what are you doing with those fingers.

Honestly I have the same expression watching this stepford-ass family, too. Wow I really do not like this ep.

lololol you don't gotta be a bitch about it, James.

For some reason that made me think of Atmosphere.

[caandlle]

just a soft nalu moment

The pressure on his chest confuses Natsu as he wakes until his eyes blearily open, the sight of golden hair greeting him. Natsu’s fingers curl into grooves of soft skin and curves, arms around Lucy, who sighs a little in her sleep and presses closer. The two of them had always been physically close - it came with the trade - and skin was just that, skin.

This type of comfort was something he’d never had. Never wanted to, didn’t mind not having. He’d been sprawled across Gray, dead asleep and snoring, bunked with Erza on jobs, and practically everyone in Fairy Tail - but with Lucy, it was different. Comforting in the way their legs tangled under the covers, the feel of her breathing against him lulling him into security, her skin pressed against his. 

“Natsu...?” Lucy mumbles, in the midst of stirring. Her eyes flutter open, a yawn bubbling to her lips. 

He runs his fingers through her hair, the other hand clutched at her waist protectively. “Mornin’ Luce. You’ve got drool on your chin.”

“Wha - Natsu! I don’t drool!”

[nova-shadowtail]

Burn The Letters Like You Burned My Heart

Wow! Two long stories in one night! You’re on a roll Jay! I know. I know. I probably shouldn’t post 2 in a row but I CAN’T JUST IGNORE THE INSPIRATION.

This one is based off a song. Most of my fics come from song inspiration so...

This one is based off of this song: https://youtu.be/gYqaUybOUqI

A lot of you probably know that song. Again, just like last time, I changed some of the lyrics and some of this story might be ooc but idc.

I hope you enjoy :)

He told you he went on vacation to take photos before the big end of the year party. He told you he would only be gone a few weeks. He told you to trust him. And you did.

5 months. He had been gone for 5 months before you finally started to doubt he was on vacation. You glanced at Lucy playing in the backyard and back at the letter in your hand. Something was wrong.

In yesterday’s letter, he told you he was in London taking pictures of the monuments. Today he said he was already in France. It didn’t add up. He couldn’t have gotten there that fast. And he never switches places that quickly.

You tried to convince yourself that he was just taking a lot of pictures and finding new ideas. That’s why he’s taking so long. But no matter how many times you told yourself everything was fine, the uneasy feeling never left.

You finally gave in and asked Saeyoung to check on him when your daughter ran up to you and asked when Daddy would be home.

She had come up to you after chasing butterflied in the backyard and looked at you with teary eyes.

“What’s wrong princess?” You asked her, “Are you hurt?”

She shook  her head as a tear fell down her face, “I miss Daddy. When is he coming home? Is he okay?”

Your heart broke. V had been gone for so kong that even Lucy was starting to realize something was off.

You lifted her up onto your lap and hugged her, “I miss him too. I don’t know when he’s coming back, baby. I’m sorry.”

That night, after you put Lucy to bed, you called Saeyoung and asked him to locate V. He assured you that V was probably just really busy and promised he’d find him.

You thanked him and went to bed. You clutched one of his letters to your chest and cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning you woke up to texts from Saeyoung.

Saeyoung: I’m so sorry MC

Saeyoung: I wish this was fake

Saeyoung: I wish this wasn’t him but….it is

Saeyoung sent a video

You opened it and saw it was a security feed. You watched as Rika came into view, sitting at a table with a book and looking around like she was waiting for something. Or someone.

You watched as V came into view and sat down next to Rika, putting his arm around her and kidding her forehead. Tears ran down your face as you watched them talk. And laugh. And flirt.

You thanked Saeyoung for finding him and opened up Vs contact. You had to get him home right now.

MC: V! Lucy is sick and she’s been coughing up blood and idk what to do. Please come home. I’m scared something’s really wrong.

V: Take her to the hospital. I’m really busy.

MC: Please V. She’s been asking for you. I know you’ve been super busy taking pictures but please. Do it for Lucy. Come home for her. We need you.

V: Alright. I’ll be home tonight.

You smiled sadly and went to go wake Lucy up for school.

You put Lucy to bed early that night, promising you’d do something fun in the morning, and grabbed all of Vs letters to bring to the living room.

You quietly sat down in front of the fire and lit it, watching as the flame danced. You picked up the first letter and held it above the fire, watching it burn slowly. You did that to the next letter. And the next. And the next. Until you heard the door open and close.

You didn’t even have to look. You knew it was V.

“I saved every letter you wrote me,” You explained, putting another letter in the fire, “From the moment I saw you I knew you were mine. You said you were mine.”

You looked at him and at that moment he knew you knew he was seeing Rika behind your back. You stood up and smiled sadly at him.

“I thought you were mine.”

Tears pooled in his eyes and he quietly set his suitcase down. You threw your phone at him and he caught it. Looking at it, he saw the security feed of him talking to Rika. His arm around her. He looked at you and opened his mouth but you snatched the phone away and spoke before he could.

“Do you know what Saeyoung said when we found out what you’ve done?” You asked.

He looked at you with fear and worry and sorrow in his beautiful mint eyes.

“He said… “You’ve married an Icarus. He’s flown too close to the sun.”” You picked up another letter and dropped it into the fire.

Tears fell down Vs face as he watched you slowly burn the letters. He looked at the coffee table and saw the torn pictures of the two of you and more tears fell down his face.

He tried to walk towards you. To explain. To hug you. To comfort you. But you held up a hand and stopped him.

“Don’t take another step in my direction. I can’t be trusted around you,” You crossed your arms over your chest and turned away from him, “Don’t think you can talk your way into my arms.”

He tried to say something, but no words came as he watched you shove more letters into the fire. Along with some torn pictures of the two of you.

“I’m burning the letters you wrote me,” You gestured to him, “You can stand over there if you want. I don’t know who you are. I have so much to learn.”

You grabbed a letter and read a paragraph of it before ripping it in half and throwing it into the fire, “I’m rereading your letters and watching them burn.”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart and the anger threatening to spill over, “You told them the things that she did you to. You told the whole world how you forgave her and by clearing her name you have ruined our lives.”

You walked over to him and he took a small step back at the sheer anger radiating off of you. You put your hands on his shoulders and shoved him against the wall, sticking your finger in his face.

“Heaven forbid someone whisper “he’s part of some scheme.” Your enemy whispers so you have to scream!” You lowered your finger and stepped away from him.

“I know about whispers,” You said, turning away from him again, “I see how you look at that woman.”

He reached out his hand and grabbed your shoulder, trying to turn you around. But before he could you whipped around and grabbed his wrist. Tighter than he thought you could.

“Don’t.” You growled, backing away, “I’m not naive. I have seen her around you.”

He brought his hand away from you like he’d been burned and cradled it against his chest as he watched you sob.

“Don’t think I don’t see how you fall for her charms.” Your words were bitter and cold.

V took a deep breath and tried to walk forward and say something but you turned away from him and walked back towards the fire, which was now bigger than originally and full of ashes.

“I’m erasing myself from the narrative,” you said, grabbing your phone and throwing it to him yet again, “Let the entire RFA know how MC reacted when you broke her heart.”

He looked at the screen and saw the chatroom exploding with angry texts screaming at V for cheating on you. They were all pissed, even Seven and Jumin.

“And when the time comes...explain to Lucy the pain and embarrassment you put her mother through,” Your words weren’t cold anymore. But they were hot and fiery like the very thing destroying his letters. He flinched when you mentioned Lucy and you smirked in satisfaction.

“She is your legacy,” You spat, “We are your legacy.”

You took your phone back and brushed passed him, walking down the hall towards your room.

“If you thought you were mine…” You trailed off.

He rushed after you, trying to grab you before you locked yourself away. He wanted to explain, to fix what he had broken. He didn’t want you to leave like this. He was about to wrap his arms around you when you spun and gripped his wrists again. This time it hurt. Almost as bad as the pain in his heart.

“Don’t,” You whispered, “It’s over.”

And then you were gone. You rushed into the master bedroom and locked the door behind you. You jumped onto the bed and cried your eyes out.

V stood where you left him. Wrists red and heart aching. He slowly walked towards the bedroom door and placed his hand against it. He tried to apologize, to say something, but he couldn’t.

He placed his forehead against the wood and said, “I love you.”

The only thing he could say. And he didn’t even think you heard it, but you did, and it broke your heart even more. You knew he wasn’t trying to hurt you. You knew he loved you. But this had to be done.

He sighed when he didn’t get a response and walked into Lucy’s room. Tears pooled in his eyes as he looked at his daughter. He quietly walked to her bedside and kissed her forehead.

“I love you, princess.” He said softly.

He left the room, shutting the door behind him. He walked back to the living room and saw the rest of the letters and pictures on the coffee table. He carefully picked them up and neatly stacked them before turning towards the door. He took one last look around the house before grabbing his suitcase and leaving.

+

1 week later Saeyoung was standing outside your front door, demanding ou answer him. You hadn’t been on the messenger since the night V came home and after 2 days you had sent Lucy to go stay with Saeyoung. Everyone was worried about you but Saeyoung was the only one who would actually go talk to you.

So here he was. He’d asked Saeran and Zen to watch after Lucy for a bit while he came to talk to you. He wiped away his tears before carefully knocking on the door.

“MC, please, I know you’re in there,” He said, loud enough for you to hear.

You heard the crack in his voice and stood up from the couch, walking to the front door. Instead of opening it, you just sat down on the floor and placed your back against it.

“Everyone’s asking where you’ve been,” He said, tears falling down his face.

“Jumin said to have patience, and I’m trying to, I’m right out here for you, just let me in.” He placed his hand on the doorknob and tried to open it, but it was still locked.

“I know you’re hurt because of what V did, but please let us help you. It’s going to be okay.”

You sighed and stood up, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders more as you unlocked the door.

Saeyoung heard the soft click of the lock and immediately opened the door. He came face to face with you, in a long nightgown and a blanket around your shoulders. You looked like you had been crying for days and you’re hair was all tangled and greasy.

“MC…” Saeyoung whispered and brought you into his arms.

You hugged him tightly and, for the 100th time in the past week, started sobbing. Saeyoung used one arm to shut the door before picking you up and walking to the couch.

He sat you in his lap and hugged you tightly. The letters and pictures were still on the table. Some pictures were taped together and some of the letters were a little burned as if you changed your mind.

“I miss him,” You cried into Saeyoungs chest.

“I know,” He whispered, he kissed the top of your head and rested his cheek there, “Has he tried to contact you?”

You nodded, “He’s spammed me with texts and calls. I’m too scared to answer.”

Saeyoung made a noise and asked you where your phone was. You told him and he grabbed it quickly before coming back and holding you again.

“We’ll look together okay?” He smiled slightly at you and you nodded, taking the phone from him.

You took a deep breath and opened the messages.

V: Love, I’m sorry.

V: I promise it wasn’t what it looked like.

V: I would never cheat on you.

V: The doctors told me she was struggling a lot and I thought that if she saw me it would help her.

V: Please believe me.

V: I love you, MC

V: I always have. You’re my one and only. My one true love.

V: I regret ever seeing her. I regret lying to you and Lucy. I regret not being back when I promised.

V: I miss you, MC.

V: Please answer

V: Yoosung said you haven’t been on the messenger in a few days. Are you okay?

V: What am I saying, of course you’re not…

V: Are you alive at least? And safe?

V: Please answer me

V: At least see these texts

V: Please

You took a deep breath and tried to stop the tears from falling again. He was so worried about you. And, even though you shouldn’t after what he did, you believed him when he said he would never cheat. That he was just trying to help. You knew he was a good person who wanted to help people. You understood.

“Well?” Saeyoung asked.

Your only answer was a text sent to V.

MC: V… I’m sorry I worried you. I’m alive. And safe.

V answered instantly.

V: Thank god. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t….

MC: Sorry for worrying you

V: It’s alright. Is Lucy okay?

You bit your lip and looked at Saeyoung.

“Lucy is fine. I promise I’ve been taking good care of her. She’s been asking for you but I told her you’re just taking a little trip.”

“Thank you Saeyoung,” You whispered.

MC: She’s staying with Saeyoung right now but he said she’s fine.

Saeyoung stopped you before you hit send, “Should you tell him that she’s with me?”

You sighed, “It’s fine.”

You hit send.

V: Why’s she with Saeyoung? Are you okay? Did something happen?

MC: I didn’t want her to see me like this.

V: Oh...I’m sorry. I’m glad she’s alright.

MC: She’s fine…

V: I’m so sorry for everything

MC: I know. I accept your apology.

V: Really?

MC: Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I know you’d never cheat on me. I should’ve known there was more to the story.

V: It’s not your fault. I should’ve been honest with you about what I was doing

V: So...are we okay now?

MC: Yes…

V: Good

MC: Do you wanna come over?

V: Of course. I’ll be there in an hour.

You looked at Saeyoung and he smiled at you. You smiled back and hugged him, “Thank you.”

He hugged you tightly, “Anytime, MC.”

Saeyoung left a few minutes later. He told you to shower and text after you and V talked and he would bring Lucy back. You thanked him again before going to shower.

You dried your hair and tried to make it look like you’ve been fine. You were in the middle of figuring out how to hide the bags under your eyes when there was a knock at the door.

You took a deep breath and opened the door. V was there, looking the same as always. He smiled at you and you smiled back. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his neck. He hugged you back, doing the same.

“I’m so sorry,” He said, voice thick with tears.

“I’m sorry too,” You cried into his chest.

Let’s just say things were perfectly fine after that. Lucy was happy to see her dad again and V swore to never lie to you about anything ever again. You logged back onto the RFA that dad and told everyone you and V made up, and they were super supportive. After V explained everything everyone was super happy and things went back to normal.

Sorry if the ending seemed sloppy. My friend wanted a happy end and I wanted to finish it quickly cause I wanna go to bed

PS: Read the tags lolol

[sammrz320]

Can we please just take a moment and admire how BEAUTIFUL this commission is? You're obviously lying if you're saying this isn't melting your heart.

The thing I love about Lucina being Morgan's mother compared to all the other characters in Awakening is the fact that after falling in love with her dorky yet handsome tactician Robin, she's not only given a child, but the possibility that she does indeed save Chrom, alters her doomed future, and lives a happy life with Robin after the war.

As usual, be sure to give @meldy-arts a commission if you haven't already. Shes a kind and gentle soul, and she'd really love it if you could show her some support!

[ladylooch]

Bbys, I need your input!

So we know that we have these things as WIPS for the AUs:

Mexico (Lucie and Connor)

THE angst ( Liv and Luca)

Fertility Journey (Lio and Sav)

** not including Mack and David here because its a long series.

Drop a note in my inbox and tell me if you prefer:

All stories lines are posted at once, so we have all three story lines going on the blog at the same time. (example: Part 1 of fertility, then part 1 of Mexico, then part 2 of Liv and Luca angst, continuously until all parts are posted.)

OR post one completely, then move onto the next, and then the next. (example: post all of Lio and Sav, then all of Mexico, then the rest of Liv and Luca angst)

This is going to help me with: creating a posting schedule for the summer AND for factoring how many requests I can take for other content 🥰 TYIA!

[lindaeastman]

no offense but zelda spellman's gf ranking goes lilith and then me, everyone else comes last xoxo

[vintagemintcakes]

❤MUH BABBI❤

[symphonicmetal101]

RANKED

Worst to Best: Storytelling

Based on: emotion, immersion, staying on topic, interest/dtamatics

11. Beel: not very good at telling stories, as he finds the main point, illustrates it as quickly as possible in the most monotone voice ever. In some ways its nice but sometimes you want a little drama. "I scored the final touchdown and won the game :)" and then move on to monchin his sandwich.

10. Belphie: Better at emoting than his twin, but too lazy to add any sort of flair, resulting in the same sort of barebones "story" as Beel's.

9. Lucifer: would be good at storytelling if he didnt always find something to be sad or salty about while hes telling it. His stories always end up being bittersweet, as theyre all about his past.

8. Diavolo: though being a royal has its perks, a strict father makes it difficult to have childhood stories that dont come with sneaking around and/or disappointment. Stories that happen now are either somewhat mundane for most people, like "I got to have fast food for the first time! :D" (but I love him so I would listen to his story anyways, dw bby boi). Other stories are hard to follow, as he bounces from subject to subject excitedly, so you might have to remind him what the original story was gonna be bc of the tangent he went off on.

7. Mammon: has a lot of interesting stories both from his past and more recent endeavours. Very enthused to share them, but also gets side tracked easily, starting one story that accidentally ends in a totally different one.

6. Barbatos: has a ton of hot gossip that makes for good conversation, but anything from his past does not make for too much of a happy story. Doesnt really remember his childhood, nor does he want to. If you can get him to talk about what he likes to do, he is able to tell some very interesting and engaging stories about himself. (Also didnt Barb say he used to dance/alluded to working at The Fall at one point? Thats one hell of a story in itself. If it wasnt Barb it was Luci, idk)

5. Simeon: as an author, he knows how to set a scene, a mood, stick to a plot line *once its been established*. Hes a pretty good story teller, with a lot of ebb and flow to his voice. He is able to catch and keep your interest quickly, but sometimes as he tells stories he gets another idea for the way it "should" have gone, and sometimes that takes away from his focus in the moment, so the story will be dry and boring for a minute before he gets back into it properly.

4. Levi: once you get him going, its hard to get him to stop, and who would want him to? He uses various hand gestures as he gets more and more into the story hes telling, whether its one of his own from times at sea or a retelling of something hes watched/read/played. As long as you reassure him that youre interested in what hes saying as he goes by asking questions and listening, hes happy to go on and on. If its some sort of water trick, he will absolutely dive into Henrys tank, demonstrate it, and hop back out/lean over the edge of the tank to continue the story without missing a beat. (Also, goldfish grow to the size of their tank so WHY the fuck does Henry 2.0 need such a big tank??? Levi??? You planning to ride a giant ass goldfish into your next battle? Or is Henry 2.0 secretly Lotans next giant treat- bc goldfish are so fatty it would be fucking junk food for your sea serpant- but like why the hell do you need a giant goldfish? Is the fish holding you hostage? Threatening you? "Give me big tank or else blub blub motherfucker " ????? Anyways)

3. Asmo: also has hot gossip, but he mixes it into his stories well, and he has plenty from parties hes been to, to Solomons embarrassing moments, to anything hes seen on social media- hes full of stories. He also has a mind like a trap, so if you want him to tell a story again, he can do it almost word for word but with the same energy from the first time. Very engaging and fun to listen too.

2. Satan: has read enough books to recount many from heart. He enjoys doing different voices and often does it subconsciously; if you point it out he'll get flustered and be hesitant to do it again, actively trying not to until he gets pulled into the story again. His enthusiasm makes it very engaging, and he knows how to make the mood right for the scene hes telling.

1. Solomon: yeah ok I had to make the bastard the best at something, and here it is. Having been alive in the human realm for centuries, in contact with demons and angels alike, and a magic user, he has *plenty* of stories to tell and knows exactly how to tell them in order to leave you wanting more. With certain stories he will use magic to animate the story in front of you as he speaks. (Kinda like that scene with Elsa in Frozen 2 when shes singing Into the Unknown). He loves to leave his stories with cliffhangers or tell them so that they sound questionable enough youre not sure if he made it up or if it actually happened. Is almost always down to tell you a story.