#he and Faust should hold hands

[zopfee]

"youre not you when you're hungry"

the summerween trickster

for my darling @tortellinibeanieweenie :]

[fanfictionstuff]

Can I request a jealous Mephisto x reader? Whenever he is being a bit possessive when another guy talk to reader^^

Hello! I hope this is okay :)

 You’re heading towards Mephisto’s office when someone calls out to you. “______, how are you?”  A young man around your age grins brightly at you, a new teacher employed by True Cross Academy. You wrack your brain, trying to remember the man’s name. “Tanaka-sensei.” You nod kindly to him, unable to remember the given name he had requested you call him by.

“Please, call me Kenzo. You’re not one of my students.”

“Right, Kenzo. I’m good, how are you?”

“Great! I was wondering if you have some time this evening?”

Time for what? “I’m actually heading to the headmaster’s office to drop off some important documents.”

Kenzo’s eyes drop to the rather thick envelope in your hands. “I can wait for you.” He offers, assuming it’d be a quick drop-off. “Maybe we could see a movie? I heard there’s a new movie that’s just come out tonight.” 

A voice from down the hall interrupts, causing you to glance towards the demon king, who smiles despite his clenched teeth. “_____, Tanaka-sensei,” he says, emphasizing your given name. “You know, workplace romance is frowned upon,” he declares theatrically, shaking his head in feigned disapproval.

“Sir Faust! Good evening. It’s not like that. I hoped we could watch a movie together as friends.” Tanaka looks at you anxiously, hoping you’ll support him. Neither of you wants to put your careers at risk, right? As a new teacher, he cannot afford any negative marks on his record. 

The faux grin drops, “Is that so?”

“Sir Faust, I have some important paperwork for you.” You raise the file, trying to divert his focus from the poor man beside you. Of course, it doesn’t work in your, nor his, favor.

“Sir Faust?” Mephisto raises a brow at you; honestly, you could slap the demon king at this moment. “Since when do you call me Sir Faust?” 

Kenzo watches in confusion. Do you have a relationship with the headmaster?

Mephisto turns his attention back to the new teacher. "I must say, your boldness in pursuing my dear ______ is quite commendable. However, I must warn you, treading in these waters may lead to unexpected depths."

Kenzo stutters, surprised by Mephisto's remarks. "I-I apologize if I offended you, Sir Faust. I was only suggesting a friendly outing.” He swallows nervously, aware of the implicit threat in Mephisto's caution. “I meant no harm," he stutters, stepping back.

Mephisto's smile widens, revealing a hint of his sharp canines. "No harm done... for now." He casually waves his hand, sending Kenzo practically scurrying away, anxious to escape the headmaster's unsettling presence.

As Kenzo rounds the corner, you face Mephisto, a look of exasperation on your face as you move closer to him. "Mephisto, you didn't need to scare him like that. Kenzo is just a nice guy looking to make friends," you scold.  

Mephisto chuckles quietly, sending chills down your spine as he looks at you with an amused glint in his forest green eyes. "My dear _______, you need to realize that not everyone approaches you with genuine motives. I just had to remind our enthusiastic new teacher about the boundaries he should respect." 

You let out a sigh, knowing Mephisto's words hold some truth; yet, his possessiveness still annoys you. "I can manage on my own, you know," you reply, arms crossed over your chest. 

"Of course, my love," Mephisto replies smoothly, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. "But a little reminder now and then never hurts." 

Before you can reply, Mephisto moves in closer, his captivating gaze fixed on yours. "Shall we continue our discussion in a more private setting, my dear?" he proposes, his tone suggestive.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Can you do one where the M6 realizes how much they love the Mc? Like they actually realize how much they love and care for Mc. Like let’s say Mc is the most gorgeous, strong ,caring, person they have ever met. And when I mean strong I mean Mc is the powerful magician people say they are , and when I mean caring I mean Mc spoiling the M6 rotten, like gift giving, showing them so much affection and The M6 just realize how much they are in love with the Mc. (You can add some stuff if you want)

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 realizing how much they love MC

Referencing this post by the devs

Julian: "preen and spoil them to the point of being a public embarrassment" - you heard him. he's tripping over his own feet to pull out your chair, taking five minutes to help you into your coat and fuss with the buttons, suggesting the most expensive menu items

Asra: "stare at them and stop acknowledging anyone or anything else" - yeah, they are zoned out. he's got disney princess stars in his eyes, looking at you like you hung the moon, fully unaware of the fact that he's been helping Faust into a snake sweater for twenty minutes

Nadia: "feed them champagne grapes and engage them in conversation so she can watch them try to talk with their mouth full" - in short, she's so overwhelmed by her emotions that she takes her cuteness aggression out on you by giving you an impossible task

Muriel: "follow them at a respectable distance" - not in a stalkery way, don't worry. he just thinks you're delightful and he worries about cramping your style, so he trails behind you when you're out, quietly memorizing the way you look at things and savoring your presence

Portia: "constant cuddly contact" - did you know that she likes cuddles, MC? she likes cuddles. and she will use any excuse she can cook up - you look like you just tripped, MC, you should link arms. your hands look cold, she'll hold them. you should pet Pepi with her

Lucio: "belt out an aria at the sight of them" - look, this man doesn't love a long list of people, so you can bet when he finds someone he does want to love, he's going to do it loudly. without hesitation. oh, and his voice isn't designed for opera, so you'll need to brace for it

[nom-nommmm1]

Hi!!! I really like your writing!

I just wanted to throw this idea out there of fem!y/n and dead going to a fair or something. They are having fun together and maybe it leads into smut? Eh just wanted to throw that out there. Thanks!

FAIR - PELLE/DEAD

Masterlist + taglist !!

Ty anon for the request, I had a little scare for a sec bc I thought I deleted your request 😭 but anyways thank you for your support. It means a lot to me that you enjoy what I write <3

Content warning !!: sweet!pelle x fem!reader, unprotected p in v, car sex, friends to lovers

the doorbell rang. I get up off the couch, grabbing my phone. I open the door coming face to face with Pelle. “Hey Pelle whats u-“ I ask before he cuts me off. “Hey y/n, me, euro and the guys wanted to know if you’d go to the fair with us” he says quickly, a pinky blush forming on his face. “Oh yea sure…can I get dressed?” I ask, pointing to my silky pajamas. Pelle looks at my pajama’s and then back at me, his blush deepening. “Oh! Yes- I’m so sorry!” He chuckles, closing the door.

“We’ll be waiting outside for you!” He yells before walking back to his car. I chuckle walking back to my room, picking out my outfit. I walk down the stairs, getting my purse next to the front door as euro honks the horn, irritated. “I’m coming!” I holler to him as I lock the door, making my way to their car. I step up to their car window trying to open the door but it’s locked. Euro rolls down the window. “Ah-ah, you’re riding with Pelle, we got too many people in this car” he says pointing to Pelles car.

Pelle slouches in his seat, his blush a bright pink. I sigh walking to his car. Why does this kid not like me? I reach the passenger seat window, opening the door and taking a seat. “So what music you got in here?” I ask looking at his CDs piled on his center console. “Oh..just some random stuff, you can pick what we listen to on our way” he says handing me the CDs. “Awesome” I smile, taking a cd, putting it into the player. The corners of Pelles lips curl as he puts the car in drive.

Euronymous takes the lead in driving to the fair, we follow him closely. “Good choice” Pelle says turning the radio up a tad. ”Thanks” I say looking at him for a moment without him noticing, taking in his big brown eyes. I smile leaning back in my seat. The AC blasts, I shiver. “You cold?” Pelle asks glancing every now and then. “Yea, could you turn the air down a touch?” I ask holding myself. “Totally” he says turning the air down. “Thank you” I say. Pelle nods, keeping his eyes on the road.

We pull up to the fair, trying to find a place to park. Both cars park next to each other. Pelle and I get out, going to the others. “So what should we do first?” Faust asks looking around the place. Everyone shrugs their shoulders but Euro sees a ride he wants to go on. “What about the tornado?” He asks looking to the group. No one objects. Oh fuck. Euro looks around on last time. “Alright let’s go” he says heading straight to the ride to try and be the first on.

We all get on the ride, I hold onto the handle bars tightly, scared of falling. I ride starts up, spinning slowly, but it speeds up gradually. After about five minutes we are up in the air spinning. “Holy fuck!” I scream still holding onto the bars while everyone else has their hand up in the air, laughing at my fear. The ride slows down, going to the ground. The workers unbuckle us and I make a run to the exit, still dizzy.

“Never again” I say panting as everyone else is still laughing. “So who’s gonna stay with y/n if they’re not going on rides?” Hellhamer asked. Pelle raised his hand. “I’d be fine to do it, I’m not too interested in riding rides anyways” he said grabbing my arm gently. “Cmon let’s go sit down” he said leading me to a bench. We both sat on opposite sides of the bench, looking around the fair in silence for a moment or two.

“Are you sure you didn’t want to hang out with them? You totally can if you want to, I can just Uber home” I said quickly but Pelle just chuckled. “You worry too much, I would never leave you here alone, I can ride rides next time. Don’t worry” he smiled, making eye contact with me. I blushed, nodding. Music from the game stands started to get louder and I couldn’t help but look. Pelle noticed me looking at one particular game stand and spoke up.

“You wanna check out some of their games?” He asked taking me out of my trance. “Sure!” I exclaim excitedly, taking Pelles hand and practically running to a stand. Pelle blushed, rubbing the soft skin of my knuckle before I let go. After a few tries of one game I won a my melody plush and a beach ball. Pelle leads me to another stand where he wins a huge teddy bear. I chuckle looking at the big bear in his arms.

He struggles to carry the bear as he takes his hand in mine. “You wanna take this stuff to the car?” He asks out of breath from keeping the bear up. “For sure” I laugh as we walk to the car. We make it to the car, popping the trunk and stuffing the plushies. We are breathless from tussling with the huge bear, Pelle opens the front doors, we both sit. “God I’ve never seen fairs give out this big of bears” he says still painting. “I know right” I say laughing.

We both take a minute to catch our breath before Pelle says something. “Did you have fun?” He asks looking to me. “I had I a lot of fun with you Pelle” I say, Pelles lips curl into a big smile as he hears that. “I’m glad” he says inching a little closer to me. I follow his lead, scooting in closer to him. Pelle looks into my eyes, his dilate as he puts his hands on my jaw. “You want to do this?” He asks, his thumb rubbing my lip.

I nod, leaning into Pelles lips, kissing him. Pelle kisses me back roughly, bitting my lips any chance he gets. He groans pulling away from me. I look at him confused until he climbs into the back seat. I smirk. He grabs my face again, kissing me roughly. With his other hand he scoops me up and puts me in his lap in the back seat. I groan into his lips, feeling the tent in his pants right on my leg.

Pelle moves his hands down to my ass, grabbing and squeezing wherever he could reach. I blush feeling his hands all over me. He smiles, pulling my shirt up. Slowly taking it off me before taking off his own shirt. He looks at my figure with admiration, taking in every part of me. After a few moments of silence he takes my lips again.

I smile feeling his tongue collide with mine. He takes me off of his lap, slipping out of his pants and boxers. Giving his cock a few pumps before looking at me, I smirk pulling my panties down a little. Pelle blushes, taking my hand, and pulling them all the way down for me. I chuckle as I hover over his lap. “You sure you’re ready?” He asks nervously. “I’m more than ready,” I say looking into Pelle's eyes, slowly taking in his cock, mouth agape full of moans and groans before fully plopping down on his length.

Pelle moans, slapping my ass roughly. I squirm, a small yelp falling from my lips. Pelle bites his lip as I squirm, feeling my movement sending shivers down his spine. His hands come up to my hips, forcing me to stay still. We sit like that for a minute before Pelle starts to move me up and down slowly. I moan feeling his length go in and out of me and a slow pace. Pelle looks up at me, staring at me with lust.

He speeds up his pace. As I’m about to moan Pelle kisses me, keeping me from being loud. “You have to be a little quieter” he says in my lips. I nod, kissing him back. He speeds up again, this time he goes painfully fast on me. The sound of the CD can be heard at max volume throughout the car. Pelle moans into my lips, his forehead starting to collect sweat.

He pulls me on and off of his cock at lightning speed, I practically scream, cumming on his cock. Shortly after Pelle cums. We stay like this, trying to catch our breath. Pelle kisses me, taking me off of his cock. He puts his jacket around me, holding me in his arms. “Do you want to go home or would you maybe…wanna go back to mine?” He asks, his cheeks turning red. We just had sex and this kid is still nervous around me. I laugh.

“I think we should go back to your place” I say. Pelle smirks before putting his boxers and pants back on. “Let’s go then” he says climbing back into the driver seat.

Jk guys I had time today 😽

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╰┈➤@pilllover @mxqlss @roseroseluvrr @bkaulitzz @adellaonly @m3tal-chick

[lyranova]

Hi can you write a college au + coffee shop au fic of delinquent Nacht x f!reader where the dynamic is NOT bad boy x good girl but bad boy x dense girl. Where both of them are college students and reader works part time as a barista. Please include Morgen and Yami as side characters.

Hiya anon, I apologize for the wait! Of course I can, and I did my best to work in Morgen and Yami as side characters. Also this isn’t really as fluffy as most other fics, this is more…neutral I guess? But I still hope you enjoy~!

Taglist: @loosesodamarble

Word Count: 1,315

Warnings: None

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You watched as your newest co-worker, Nacht Faust, struggled with the coffee maker. He cursed and glared as it made a very unsettling hiss, and you couldn’t help but shake your head.

This guy…why on earth did he lie and say he had experience when he clearly did not?!

As you watched him continue to struggle, you couldn’t help but recall the day he had come up to you at school and asked if your parent’s coffee shop still needed another employee. You had told him that they did, and all he did was nod in response and walk away.

It had been really weird; but then again Nacht had always been weird ever since you two were kids, so it wasn’t really a surprise. But after he came up to you the next day and announced that you two were co-workers now as well as classmates you had been surprised!

You sighed and shook your head, you couldn’t believe that your parents had agreed to hire one of the most well known delinquents in town. But at the same time, you knew that your parents had a soft spot for him…

And so did you.

“ Good morning you two!” Morgen Faust greeted happily as he walked into the shop.

“ I wouldn’t say their morning is ‘good’ if that sound is any indication.” Yami Sukehiro, the other delinquent in town and Nacht’s friend, said as he winced at the awful hissing sound.

“ And I wouldn’t say your morning will be good if you don’t shut up.” Nacht muttered in irritation as he glanced at his chuckling friend.

You rolled your eyes before quickly greeting Morgen, ignoring Yami, and walking over to Nacht.

“ Here,” You began as you walked up behind him. “ You gotta do it like this.” You instructed as you reached around, grabbed his hands, and began to show him how the coffee machine worked.

“ I’ve got it,” He muttered, his voice quiet but as he turned away you swore you saw his cheeks were now bright pink.

You tilted your head, why was his face red? Did he maybe get too warm working with the coffee machine?

“ You sure?” You asked, and when he gave you a nod you released his hands and stepped away from him, walked out from behind the counter, and walked towards Morgen and Yami.

“ I take it that training isn’t going well?” Morgen asked you with a nervous laugh, and you shook your head.

“ Nope, not at all,” You sighed as more cursing and a loud crash could be heard from Nacht.

“ It could be worse,” Yami began as he leaned back in his seat. “ He could’ve burnt down the coffee shop already.”

“ Don’t say that, or he just might!” You exclaimed in panic, an image of the coffee shop burning down flashing in your mind. Yami laughed while Morgen just shook his head.

“ To be honest, I really don’t understand why he applied here,” You admitted after a moment. “ I mean, I know he needed a job…but why did he apply here of all places?”

“ Hm, I wonder,” Morgen hummed mysteriously, his eyes telling you he knew exactly why his twin had applied there.

But lucky you didn’t have to wait very long to hear the reason.

“ He applied here because he likes you, you idiot,” Yami explained as he crossed his arms.

You stared at the pair for a moment, your eyes blinking rapidly as you tried to process what he had just said, but then you laughed.

“ That’s a good one Yami, you should make jokes like that more often!” You laughed as you patted his shoulder.

Morgen and Yami exchanged a look.

“ He…isn’t joking,” Morgen admitted hesitantly, his eyes now holding a serious look in them. “ That was the sole reason he applied here.”

“ That punk wanted to find an excuse to spend more time with you outside of school,” Yami added.

“ You…really didn’t know?” Morgen asked softly, and you shook your head slowly.

That didn’t make sense; Nacht, your childhood friend, liked you?! There was no way that was true…

But as you began to put all the pieces together, everything made sense. He would act hot and cold with you, he would say and do things that felt a little out of character for him, and whenever you got too close or held his hands like you did a moment ago his face would turn red and he would look nervous.

He liked you…

“ Why?” You muttered in confusion, you brows furrowing.

“ Why what?” Morgen and Yami asked in equal confusion.

“ Why does he like me? Out of all people?” You asked them in disbelief, and Yami shrugged.

“ I dunno, why don’t you go ask him?” Yami suggested, with Morgen nodding in agreement.

But you just stood there; your mind going a mile a minute as you tried to decide what to do, when suddenly another loud crash rang out through the coffee shop as a couple of mugs broke.

“ I…I-I need to get back to work,” You muttered as you walked away from your friends and went back behind the counter.

And for the rest of the day your mind was completely filled with nothing but Nacht and this new revelation.

“ You okay? You’ve been acting weird since this morning.” Nacht asked as the two of you stood outside the now closed coffee shop. He always walked you home after work, claiming that it was dangerous for you to walk home by yourself late at night.

You had laughed, saying that you could handle yourself, and he agreed but said that it didn’t hurt to have someone watching your back just in case.

But now that entire memory looked completely different than it had before…

“ Yeah, I’m fine.” You told him softly as you finished locking the shop and turned around to face the street.

Nacht’s eyes narrowed, not believing you for a second, and just as he was about to tell you so you spoke up.

“ Do you like me?”

He felt his heart stop dead in his chest at your question, and as he slowly turned to face you he noticed you were still staring out at the street.

“ Where did you hear that from?”

“ Yami and Morgen.”

“ Tsk, those two...” He muttered in irritation as he also turned to face the street. When he got back to the dorms he was definitely going to give them an earful, especially Yami!

The air quickly became thick and awkward as you and Nacht stood there, but eventually he sighed.

“ Yeah, I like you,” He admitted softly, his gaze drifting towards the ground.

You hummed.

“ Do…you also like me?” He asked you hesitantly, his voice even softer than before. The tone sounded nervous, and slightly afraid.

“ I don’t know,” You admitted softly as your gaze also drifted towards the ground. “ Everything feels…different now between us.”

Nacht nodded slowly.

“ A good different, or a bad different?” He asked as he looked over at you, trying to gauge your emotions through your expressions, but you weren’t giving anything away.

“ I think…it’s a good different,” You admitted softly, your brows furrowing in thought. Nacht let out a soft breath he hadn’t realized that he was holding.

It wasn’t a direct confirmation, but it wasn’t an outright rejection either.

“ I think we’ll have to spend more time together for me to figure it out,” You told him as you finally looked up and turned to face him. “ Is that alright?”

Nacht’s eyes widened and his brows raised in surprise, but he quickly composed himself and he looked away shyly.

“ I think I can work you into my schedule,” He said with a small grin.

“ Great! So should we have dinner tomorrow after work?”

Nacht turned to face you again, his grin widening, and his head nodding in agreement.

“ I think I can make that work.”

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[bambooshootssoup]

"Got a Date? "

-General Dating HCS-

Asta, Yuno, Nacht, William X Reader

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CW! : there's probably a spoiler or two?, it's just fluff and nothing else, Nacht being Nacht, some language mistakes

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- Asta-

- he's very good at finding places for dating? (One of his attempts to propose sister Lily)

- he could and will makes a whole rundown to make sure you could enjoy your dates with him

- "I should buy a flower, wait, there's a lot of flowers there- urgh..... Should I buy her a gift? But what does she like?.... Big sis Vanessa!!!!! Help meeeeeee!!!!!! "

- hold hands all the way (yeahhh!!!!!)

- the sweetest person that you could ever ask for

- he'll probably take you to the field full of flowers and make you run around with him or make a lot of flower crowns

- "here's a very pretty crown for my queen!! It's only made from flowers now.... But when I become a wizard king, I promise I'll give you a real one, okay? "

- Yuno Grinberryall -

- first, he has to figure out how to go on a date with you without having Bell, his Sylph to curse at your existence all day long

- protective hand holding (he literally grip your hand instead of holding it, but gently)

- dates are most likely spent at a Teashop or library, with him cannot get his eyes off you, he just blankly stares at you

- "is there anything you want to order? I could order it for you.... Oh, you got some cream on your cheek, let me wipe it for you"

- on rare occasions, he takes you to the Demon's skull on his village and just stargazing

- " Anything for you, my love"

- Nacht Faust -

- Stay at Home date are the best option if he has to choose, being a spy never be easy and always tiring, and he doesn't have much energy to go anywhere anymore

- at your home preferably (his house are too eerie to become a good place to date)

- a very good cook, he always helps you to prepare food, with a little help from his little devils (it ain't much but it honest work)

- and for the rest of the day, Cuddles and a lil bit of chatter, he would talk about his day and how he hates everyone (except you)

- "everyone is good for nothing... Hm? Does that include you? Don't be silly, at least your hugs are comforting compared to their endless babbling"

- William Vangeance -

- He's tired (2) , all of that office work could make him explode and you're always wondering how he keeps himself intact

- He could never say no to Picnic dates tho, he loves your homemade foods (even if you couldn't make something edible, like me-) , and what makes it better is that he could spend his day lay his head on your lap

- it's so relaxing and stress-relieving, the most comfortable place in the whole world if he has to be honest

- but there are times when he takes you to a fancy places, and literally treats you like a queen, he goes "anything for you, my queen" Mode

- " I wish I could do more for you, but those paperworks doesn't seem like it's going to let me go anytime soon, I'm very sorry that I always make you understand my circumstances "

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Thanks for reading ^^ and have a nice day~

[ghostfrog28]

Yuurivoice Characters And Listeners As Incorrect Quotes!

I already did this with Escaped Audios (sort of, it was mostly DennysVerse) but for these, the way the listeners respond will mostly be based off of my OCs for them (which I will make posts about eventually) PS, this is mostly Boo and Alphonse lol

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Alphonse: [Grabs Boo's ass while they're gettin groceries out of the car]

Boo: Excuse me thats my ass

Alphonse: That's our ass. We're married, bitch

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Finn: If I were a gardener, I'd put our tulips together.

Sunflower: Aww, babe. That's so sweet.

Alphonse: If I were a gardener, you'd be my hoe.

Boo: ... thanks

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Lucien: *stroking Angel’s hair* you're so tiny.

Angel: *sleepily* I could beat the shit out of you.

Lucien: *lovingly* | know.

Or

Alphonse: *stroking Boo’s hair* you're so tiny.

Boo: *sleepily* I could beat the shit out of you.

Alphonse: *lovingly* | know.

(It’s funny cuz my OC for Boo is 6’0, meanwhile, my OC for Angel is 5’3)

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Charlie: My boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?

Boo: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Angel: Tackle him.

Star: Dump him.

Rook: Kick him in the shin.

Casper: NO TO ALL OF THOSE. JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN.

(my Casper OC is 6’4 lol)

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Boo, making chicken and dumpling soup, dropping a dumpling on the floor: This is sadder than the time I almost died in College

Alphonse or Seth, choking on his coffee: Excuse me?

(rewrote this one a little bit)

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Boo: I can’t eat this, its far too hot

Alphonse: You're far too hot yet I still manage

Room: Um-

Auron: WE'RE ON A DOUBLE DATE, I'M RIGHT HERE

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Boo: oh fuck me

Seth: yes please

Boo: what?

Seth: what?

Alphonse from the other room: HE SAID YES PLEASE!

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Alphonse: BOO! WHERE'S MY-

Sugarboo: By the door

Seth: Sugar! Do you know where the-

Sugarboo: In the kitchen

Charlie: Hey Sal (OC name), have you seen my stack of-

Sugarboo: On Seth's nightstand

Sugarboo: Independent my ass. You guys would fall apart without me

(Sal is my OC for Sugarboo)

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Charlie: bro-

Casper: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Charlie: ...

Casper: My tongue was down your throat just a second ago, and now you're calling me bro??

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Seth: What exactly do you think of me?

Sugarboo: Somewhere between "fuck you" and "I'd fuck you."

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Alphonse: I don't think | can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.

Boo: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is.

Alphonse: What- no!

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Star: When Faust was born, the gods said, "He's too perfect for this world."

Auron: Please. When he was born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

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Boo: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Alphonse: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so l can feel whole again.

Boo: O-oh. Well... Wait. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Alphonse: Is it working?

(this one could be vise versa)

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Alphonse, at some point: You speak RUSSIAN ?? Say something !!!

Boo: Ты самый красивый мужчина в мире, любовь моя (You're the most beautiful man in the world, my love.)

Alphonse: What does it mean ?

Boo: It means don't give me orders you fucking bastard

(Another little thing, my OC for Sugarboo is half Russian and half British)

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Seth, after learning Sugarboo also speaks Russian: Does Sugar think in English or Russian?

Alphonse: Bold of you to assume Boo thinks.

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Rook: Ugh, life can be difficult sometimes.

Sal (Sugarboo): But death, on the other hand...

Rook, squirting Sal with a water sprayer: No, Sal

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Boo: I don't think Faust is very happy about you dating his brother.

Rook: What makes you say that?

Boo, reading a text aloud: Rachel (Rook). I hope this message finds you before I do.

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That’s all for now! Hope you enjoyed!

[child0feden]

KINDA I WANT TO

bård “ faust ” eithun x reader

- nsfw alphabet for faust!

oh gosh, i love this man so much! i want need him inside of me now <3

- view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: kinda i want to by nine inch nails - day of suffering by morbid angel

* 18 + content ahead, please do not read if you are a minor *

a = aftercare ( what they are like after sex )

- bård is actually pretty damn good at caring for you after sex! he will ask you right away if you are okay and if you need a drink or anything like that, if you do want a little drink then he is jumping out of your shared bed right away to grab you a glass of cold water from the kitchen and putting in some ice cubes just for extra measure

✩ there is almost always a whole lot of cuddling with him after sex too, he really likes holding you in his arms and just running his fingers across your naked hip whilst you drift off to sleep or quietly talk about your plans for the week with him

b = body part ( their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners )

- bård really loves your thighs! he loves holding them apart whilst fucking into you, making sure he is going in as deep as he possibly can… and when you wrap them around his head when he eats you out? oh my gosh, he is just so obsessed with that constricting feeling of your thighs holding his head in place between your legs and damn near smothering him in your cunt, that is one way he would like love to die

✩ it is not exactly a body part but he is pretty proud of his height! his height makes him seem stronger and scarier than he actually is, something that often comes in very handy whenever someone gets weird with you around him… and whilst he may be scrawny, his height helps him out a little bit when it comes to strength so he really likes to just pick you up in his arms and carry you off somewhere to make out

c = cum ( anything to do with cum )

- bård absolutely loves to cum on you! quite literally anywhere on you, it does not really matter to him so long as he sees him cum painting your previously unmarked skin… but if he had to choose a specific place, it would be on your face or on your ass! he just thinks that you look even more beautiful than usual with little salted droplets of his cum dripping down your perfect face

✩ he goes so crazy when you swallow a load of his cum too though, usually you can only swallow when you are sucking him off somewhere you kind of should not be like in the bathroom of a bar whilst some unknown band is playing up on the old stage… only really swallowing just so he does not pull out of your mouth and shoot his cum all over your face, which would be sure to make a real mess of you, but when you do swallow he is guaranteed to have an insanely tight grip on your hair and let out loud moans that are muffled by his own hand as he attempts to mute his pleasure to the ears of anyone who could be passing by

d = dirty secret ( a dirty secret of theirs )

- bård definitely wants to share you with his emperor band members! not even specifically in a fivesome though, he would not mind just watching you fuck them! he is actually kind of obsessed with the idea of either a fivesome, just having his cock inside of you along with three of his closest friends or the cucking, just watching you take his closest friends cocks whilst he sits somewhere in the room holding deep eye contact with you as you tell him how good you feel, how good his friends are making you feel

✩ little does he know you have the same exact idea and you both probably bring it up to each other on the same night whilst drunk and having far more confidence than usual thanks to the liquid courage in your systems

e = experience ( how experienced are they? do they know what they are doing? )

- i can see bård being a complete virgin when he met you… he is not exactly shy or anything like that, he just comes from a small town, he was kind of quiet and he never really went out of his way to talk to girls so he did not ever have the chance to do anything sexual with someone before you

✩ at first he did not tell you that he was a virgin, he thought it was pretty embarrassing… he eventually blurted it out whilst drunk and obviously, you did not find it embarrassing at all! you brought it up to him the next morning when he was sober and took his virginity that same day, making sure it was slightly more romantic than anything casual and forgettable

f = favourite position ( this goes without saying )

- bårds favourite position is doggy style!

✩ with his height, it is just the easiest and most comfortable position for him… plus he gets to hold your thighs so comfortably in his hands, using them for a kind of leverage to make stronger thrusts into you and cum on your ass when he pulls out… it is also super helpful that if you ever need to stop moaning so loudly for whatever reason, like øystein calling and asking where the hell he is because his shift at helvete started over an hour ago now, bård can just shove your face further into the pillow beneath your head to muffle your moans whilst he takes the phone call! not to mention he absolutely loves holding your throat from behind, he loves tilting your head backwards and leaning down to shove his tongue into your mouth for an overly sloppy kiss

g = goofy ( are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? )

- i think it really depends! when you guys are half drunk, just a little bit tipsy after some drinks with friends, bård is definitely much more giggly than usual and he laughs at very small things like his long hair getting in the way of his eyes and even just the sight of his corpse paint being smudged all over your nude tits is enough to make him burst out into a fit of breathy giggles

✩ but when bård is completely sober, he is not as humorous! he only laughs if you do, and you only really laugh if he bumps his head on the wall or something due to his height and eagerness

h = hair ( how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? )

- i can see him not really caring for himself that much, i mean he shaves a little but not a major amount! he shaves down below just enough to be hygienic

✩ but if you ever mentioned wanting him to shave more due to you disliking the feeling of his pubes whilst sucking him off or even fucking, then he would definitely shave them for you

i = intimacy ( how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect )

- i would say that bård can be pretty romantic when he really wants to be! usually he is much more romantic than usual after he has taken you on a little shopping spree or to see a band you have been wanting to see as a date

✩ he wants you to show him all of the new clothes you bought and put on a little fashion show for him whilst he sits on the couch and you do! when it comes to the last outfit, he pulls you down to the couch and lays you under him, telling you that he thinks you look amazing as usual but “ the clothes would look better on the floor ” which causes you to sigh because oh wow that is incredibly corny but oh wow he is really trying and the slight blush on his face as he says it is so adorable

j = jack off ( masturbation headcanon )

- like any young man, bård used to jack off quite a bit before he met you and fell in love with you! usually he would just get off to really average porno tapes and graphic magazines but after he met you, after the two of you entered a relationship and after he found out how just good real sex feels and how much he can do that he never once saw in the porno tapes? yeah, he is just so over them… nothing comes close to what the two of you do together, no one comes close to your beauty and the things that you do to him nor the things that you make him feel

✩ he very rarely masturbates when he starts dating you and those few rare times that he does? it is to one of your own custom porno tapes that the two of you made together, with each other and for each other

k = kink ( one or more of their kinks )

- i expand on some of his kinks quite a bit in kinky business but i will put the simple kinks without the expansions here too

✩ bård is most definitely into some careful knifeplay, filming and frequent threesomes

l = location ( favorite places to do the do )

- bårds personal favourite locations to have sex would be your couch, your shared bed and his little resting spot towards the back in helvete… usually he will put on a loud black metal vinyl just so that øystein and whoever else may be in the basement does not hear you two when you fail to muffle your moans of pleasure

✩ but one time you did ride him to hell and back whilst he sat at his drums and he swears to everything he has that he came faster than he ever has in his whole entire life! he wishes you could ride him at his drums more often but it is not all that practical

m = motivation ( what turns them on, gets them going )

- it is not all that hard to arouse bård, not at all! you could blow a sweet little kiss over to him or throw a cheeky wink in his direction and boom he has acquired a notable tent in his leather pants

✩ but one thing that bård really likes is when you come along with him to his band practices, sit comfortably on his lap as he plays the drums and hold his cool can of coke for him! whenever he rests his hand down on your thigh, you put your own hand over his and drag his fingers further up and under the fabric of your skirt as his eyes dart to make contact with yours… yeah, he has fingered you whilst you sat on his lap at those drums more than you would ever like to admit

n = no ( something they would not do, turn offs )

- bård would never ever agree to hurt you, it is just not in him to actually hurt someone he really truly loves and cares for so much!

✩ sure, he may be into knifeplay and he may be into holding his knife up to your neck as he fucks you from behind but he always holds his own thumb just under the sharp blade to make sure it does not have even a slight chance of actually cutting you at all

o = oral ( preference in giving or receiving, skill )

- bård really loves eating you out and would always choose that option over himself getting sucked off by you! he just absolutely loves how you taste on his tongue and how your thighs constrict around his head, he gives the flesh of your thighs so many little kisses as you come down from your high all whilst his soft lips are still soaking wet with a mixture of your cum and juices

✩ but he would never lie and say that he does not also absolutely love getting sucked off by you too! he swears your warm and welcoming mouth just makes him feel like he has drifted away and gone to heaven, or i guess hell

p = pace ( are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? )

- bård is quite a fast fucker for sure, he makes super fast thrusts into you and it is always a guarantee that you will hear the wooden headboard of your shared bed banging against the painted wall of your bedroom and obviously deepening the existing hole caused by the frequent banging of the headboard

✩ he may be fast but he goes so incredibly deep inside of you too, if you are in missionary then he is making damn sure that his stomach is coming right down and making contact with yours every time he thrusts into you, skin to skin, the two of you are bound to be pressed together both inside and out

q = quickie ( their opinions on quickies, how often )

- bård is kind of both hot and a little cold when it comes to having quickies with you… he thinks they are fine and they definitely get the job done when he desperately needs a release but you guys do not have them all that often

✩ i feel like he just feels that they are kind of boring because he does not get to see your beautiful body fully naked and laid back on a soft sheet, he does not get to see you be completely comfortable and usually they are pretty uncomfortable for him too! so you usually just stick to sucking him off as he just sticks to eating you out as a form of quickies instead of full on sex

r = risk ( are they game to experiment? do they take risks? )

- the most risk you guys ever really regularly take is oral in the bathrooms of bars and sex in his resting spot at helvete…

✩ it is not that he is particularly scared of being caught in the act or repercussions or really anything like that, it is just not often that something comes to his mind that would be risky for the two of you to do together! but if you ever thought of something risky you would like to try with him, he probably definitely would not say no to it

s = stamina ( how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? )

- this scrawny man goes absolutely crazy when it comes to having stamina! bård could go for ten rounds or more if you really wanted him to, i mean, there is a high chance that he might not even have any cum left in him by the sixth round but he would still keep on going just for you!

✩ but usually, you guys only ever really go for two or three rounds! though they are often quite long and definitely tiring rounds

t = toys ( do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves? )

- i mean… it is the early 90s… did that many sex toys even exist? and were they even really that easily accessible? i do not really think they did but you know, just for the sake of fantasy let me say that they did!

✩ you probably own a wand or a little rabbit vibrator that bård likes to use on you from time to time! the first time you ever squirted when he was using one on you, he was so beyond awestruck at the sight of your cunt gushing all over his hand and the coloured plastic that he was holding against you… his chocolate eyes going wide as saucers and sliding up to meet yours as he started frantically asking you about why you had never told him you could do that! i write quite a bit more about this in supersoaker too

u = unfair ( how much they like to tease )

- bård is actually not a huge tease himself nor does he really enjoy being teased, he will let you tease him for a couple of minutes before getting almost bored of it and taking you off to bed to fuck your brains out! your teasing makes him both desperate to fuck you and just makes him bored of your little smart ass act of pretending to not know exactly what you are doing to him

✩ the only way he really “ teases ” you is by rubbing his hands down your hips and you do not even think he really knows that he is turning you on quite a bit by doing that to you, and often times he does not! most of the time, he does not have any idea how the feeling of his calloused hands stroking up and down your hips cause a jolt of arousal to shoot through your body like lighting, he does not have any idea how the feeling of his cold fingers slipping under your shirt and causing goosebumps to rise on your skin as they make contact cause your thighs to clench together as you imagine them being inside of you

v = volume ( how loud they are, what sounds they make )

- bård is so very loud! he could not be quiet even if he tried his absolute best

✩ he lets out a big mess of deep and guttural moans, long curses in his native tongue and strangled groans! he was definitely pretty embarrassed by his volume when the two of you first started dating and having sex together but he got much less embarrassed about them when you told him just how hot you think his moans are

w = wild card ( a random headcanon for the person )

- bård has a pair of silly little cartoon character boxers that he still wears on the regular…

✩ he was actually wearing them the very day that you took his virginity and he was so horrifically embarrassed by them that he literally went to leave when you pulled down his leather pants saw them! it took him about five minutes for him to stop blushing beet red and relax from his embarrassment even after you had comforted him about them and told him that they were actually pretty damn cute, that he was pretty damn cute

x = x-ray ( lets see what is going on under those clothes )

- bård is pretty big, maybe not peter steele big but he is certainly big enough! his cock is about 6.5 inches when hard, it is not super girthy but it has a slight curve over to the left which more than makes up for that because of just how good that little curve feels deep inside of you

✩ i am telling you, these scrawny dudes have some pretty big cocks, you guys just have to trust me on this, i beg of you

y = yearning ( how high is their sex drive? )

- after you first took his virginity, his sex drive went through the roof! bård wanted to feel your warm walls wrapped around him damn near three times a day because he just could not believe that this is what he had been missing out on, he could not fathom how it was possible for you to feel so beyond good! he swears that your cunt has some pleasure magic infused or something like that

✩ but after like, a month or so, his sex drive definitely starts to calm down quite a bit and now you two usually have sex like five times a week, maybe more if something comes up

z = zzz ( how quickly they fall asleep afterwards )

- bård only manages to fall asleep once he knows that you are perfectly okay and have everything you could possibly need!

✩ a lot of the time, the two of you will take a warm shower or a bubble bath together after having sex! as soon as you are changed into some comfortable bed wear and cuddled up together in your shared bed, you both fall into a deep sleep within minutes <3

[yanderepuck]

Kinktober Day 30

AND WE'RE BACK FOR A FOURTH TIME. It's that lovely time of the year where I write mediocre smut with no plot for a whole month. So sit your ass down and take a few minutes to read some smut.

As always, kinktober is held by our local Napoleon simp, @xxsycamore

If you'd like to read the last three years, go here

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Somno | Aftercare

It was still early in the evening but you were already feeling exhausted. So exhausted that you could barely keep your eyes open. It's not like you did anything differently today. Why are you so tired?

"You look exhausted," Charles says from across the table, noticing how your eyes keep fluttering.

"I feel like I'm going to pass out. I don't know why though," you run a hand through your hair and let out a deep breath.

"Are you not feeling well? Did you not sleep enough last night," he tries to reach over the table to feel your forehead.

"No no. I'm fine," you get him to sit back down.

"Go to bed and rest, I'll help with clean up," Faust suggests.

Vlad gives Faust a weird look. "I don't think I've ever heard you offer to help."

"Don't expect me to do dishes."

It used to be just Charles who did all the cleaning. But once you started living there you have been helping him with chores.

"Now go to bed. I don't need you exhausting yourself."

He urges you to go to bed so you do. Heading up to his room you aren't sure how you didn't collapse while walking.

"Ugh. What's wrong with me."

You get there and start to change but only get as far as taking your outer clothes off before you flip down on the bed, thinking this is good enough.

The moment your head hits the pillow you are out. You didn't even get the chance to cover yourself with the blanket.

Not long later Faust comes into his room, not even being careful of being quiet. He knows you're not waiting up.

Shutting the door he walks over next to the bed. His hand grabs your jaw and has your face looking towards him. You don't stir.

He chuckles to himself. "Maybe I used a little too much."

He lets you go and gets your underwear and bra off, dropping them into the pile of the clothes on the floor. His clothes join the pile and he gets on the bed.

"Maybe I should have warned you. Charles is going to be annoying over this," he huffs and spreads your legs open. "But you not knowing is so much more fun," he leans down and kisses your chest.

He holds one of your boobs tightly and kisses your nipple before giving it a slight bite. A soft whimper comes through but it's clear that your body is too tired to even react.

"Just like a ragdoll."

He sits back up, getting your legs spread wide and thrusts into you, moaning. The moment he is in you he starts fucking you. He doesn't even need to wait for you to adjust. The only way you are moving is if he moves you.

His thrusts into you hard. If you were awake you would already be screaming, but you make only moans and whimpers. Your body feels too heavy to move it. You won't know until morning when you are sore that anything even happened.

Faust feels as if he's never been able to get so deep. He moves your legs so that your knees are to your chest, essentially forcing you into a breeding press.

"F-fuck you're better unconscious."

His cock is being sure to bruise your insides. Hitting your cervix over and over. He wants you to feel it tomorrow. He wants you to feel cum leaking out of you all day.

He grabs your hands and pins them above your head. It's not like you are going anywhere but pinning you down feels so much better.

He leans down and kisses your neck, biting you a few times to leave marks before finally sinking his teeth into you. Your body seems to jerk for a moment but he isn't phased.

"It's so much better when you can't move," he growls. He knows he didn't have to ask you about any of this. You want it. He knows you do. There's no purpose in asking when he already knows.

He grits his teeth as he pushes you into the mattress. He feels himself getting close but isn't slowing down.

"Ungh, f-fuck."

Even as he cums he keeps thrusting into you. At first it was fuck to get all the cum out, but now with your walls slick with his cum he doesn't want to stop again. He wants to fuck that cum so deep inside you that you are dripping your days. That at any moment you're ready to be fucked because you are still slick with his cum. So he keeps fucking you until he's the one ready to pass out.

[utapri-translations-uuuu]

Loneliness and Despair - Translation (孤独と絶望)

Please do not repost/retranslate without permission.

I have also made a version which includes the members' notes found in the script.

[Human limitations - Faust’s house, nighttime]

He is sitting in a chair in his dark, dusty room.

Faust bites his nails while clicking his tongue. A habit of his.

Faust: … How cruel life is.

He is overcome with despair.

Faust: It is far too short a time for a person to live…

Faust holds his head between his hands.

Faust: I’ve spent my life's precious time studying. I have gone to great deals to master every possible field from philosophy to jurisprudence, medicine, and theology. I spared no effort, doing anything in my power to achieve this.

He slams on the desk.

Faust: And yet! I couldn’t discover the truth of the world. None of it…

He violently sweeps the books off the desk.

The books fall off the desk with a clatter.

Faust: Professor, Doctor, scholar…? Being called by such titles means nothing. Even if you achieve a certain level of success, it becomes a responsibility and puts pressure on you. I was pushed even further into learning, and I was unable to escape from that cycle…

Looking at his trembling hands.

Faust: Learning left me nothing… As an old and decrepit man, there is nothing left for me to do. My wrinkled hands tremble weakly, and my eyes, which have lost their sparkle, reflect a hazy world.

A longing for death that comes from loneliness.

Faust: How much time do I have left…? Until I cease to exist… There is no escaping death. It comes equally to every human being.

He hugs himself and endures his loneliness.

Faust: Am I going to meet my end in solitude…? With no one to mourn my death, and no one to watch me draw my last breath.

Faust is beset with remorse.

Faust: If I had spent more time on other things, would my life have been different…?

He stares into nothing and mutters as if imagining it.

Faust: Having a warm home and a happy life with a loving partner and our children?

He smiles self-deprecatingly.

Faust: … That would be hoping for too much. I wanted at least someone who I could call a close friend with whom I could share my heart with.

He speaks while thinking back to times gone by.

Faust: Ha… I can’t find an answer to the question of what I should have done. If I had been able to do that, I probably wouldn’t be having regrets now. I keep thinking ridiculous thoughts. It’s pointless, all of it. Just near-death dreams…

His hand finds the vial of poison in the medicine cabinet.

Faust: Let’s end this already… Taking away the pain and going to sleep. Permanently…

[The suffering of successful people - Downtown, daytime]

***

Faust’s recollection

A conversation between Faust and his disciple, Wagner. On the way back from buying chemicals to make poison.

Faust: …

Wagner waves his hand in the air.

Wagner: Doctor! Doctor Faust!

Wagner runs up to Faust, who then turns to face him.

Faust: … It’s you, Wagner.

Speaking with great enthusiasm.

Wagner: Good day! You’re certainly carrying a great load… Those are all chemicals…? … Oh, I see. Are you planning to do some new experiments in pharmaceutical science?

Faust: … Yes, something like that.

Wagner holds out his hands to take the package.

Wagner: Shall I carry it for you…?

Faust smacks Wagner’s hand away.

Faust: Don’t treat me like a senior citizen!

Wagner: P-Pardon me… I apologize for overstepping. However, all of these materials seem to be very expensive. I wouldn’t ever be able to afford them. I’m really envious.

He scratches his head in embarrassment.

Wagner: Well, I still have much to learn, so even if I were able to get them, I would probably be unworthy of them…

Faust: Envious…? Material things are of no value at all.

Looking into Faust’s face.

Wagner: Is that so? With great materials and your knowledge, you are sure to discover something new, Doctor! There absolutely is value to them!

Faust quietly shakes his head.

Faust: … You still don’t get it. The knowledge gained in life is only a small part of it. Rather than mastering it, the more you know, the more desperately you want to learn more.

Wagner: What can you, someone beloved by God, say? You have exceptional talent and have achieved many successes. From my perspective, you seem to have everything you could ever want…

Faust: What really matters in life is not talent, wealth, or fame. All of those things will be of no use at the time of the Last Judgment.

Wagner: Even someone as great as you feels that way… I'm still inexperienced and haven't reached that level yet. I must work even harder!

He clasps his hand tightly, enthusiastic.

Wagner: I will do my very best to follow in your footsteps and continue your work!

Faust seems to have resigned himself.

Faust: Yes… You still have a lot of time left. That’s right, the world is full of possibilities and hope… Go ahead and pursue your dreams as you like.

Wagner: Yes, sir! But I am sure that I, an ordinary person, would not be able to accomplish that alone. However, I have a trusted confidant!

He gazes dreamily into the distance.

Wagner: I have an intimate, close friend who is pursuing the same dream as me. He saves me from despair and getting discouraged…

Faust bites his nails while clicking his tongue. A habit of his.

He’s quite annoyed.

Faust: … Close friend…?

Wagner reports happily, as if talking about his own achievements.

Wagner: Yes! He’s a genius! Not only is he clever, but he's also pure, beautiful, and flawless. He's a talented friend I'm very proud of!

Faust bites his nails while clicking his tongue. A habit of his.

Faust: How cruel life can be.

Envy towards Wagner. A desire for youth and popularity.

Faust: … You're completely different from me. There isn’t anyone who will listen to what this old man has to say, let alone be my close friend. That's just how popular I am. I don't even have anyone who will be by my side.

He gently pats Wagner on the shoulder.

Faust: It's a lonely life. Knowledge has not filled the loneliness. Wagner, don't go astray. Don't lose sight of what is truly important. This is advice from an old man.

He gazes at his clenched fist with regret.

Faust: No amount of wealth or fame can buy you eternal life. And you can't turn back time...

Faust smiles with a look of resignation.

Faust: Do you know what the ultimate dream of the masters is? Immortality… I was never able to fulfill that dream.

Wagner approaches Faust agitatedly.

Wagner: Immortality…? Eternal life…!? What are you talking about!? That means stepping into the realm of the divine!

As if reminding him to be careful not to let anyone hear him.

Wagner: You will incur God’s wrath! How blasphemous… Such dangerous thoughts… are not allowed.

Faust: You'll understand when you're older. Right now, you're young, so you have the luxury of time.

Wagner is shaken. He can’t deny it completely.

Wagner: Is… that so…?

As he expresses his genuine gratitude, he comes up with the idea of leaving him a keepsake.

Faust: Wagner. Thank you for listening to this old man’s rambling. Oh, that’s right… About the documents you wanted, feel free to take as many as you want.

Wagner: Eh! Really? Thank you very much!

Faust: … I don’t need them anymore. Come get them sometime... See you.

Wagner feels a little uncomfortable.

Wagner: Doctor Faust…? Doctor Faust…!

Faust ignores Wagner and walks away.

***

[bluewindfall]

deposition

Blue-tinted raindrops splatter against the window as he zips up his bag. Condensation climbed up the opposite side of the glass overnight, freezing into lacy strands of frost.

He pulls his coat over one shoulder, fumbling with the sling. Earlier, he could still see a crescent of the moon. He hadn’t thought it would rain, yet the sky has been blotted out by deep violet clouds. 

Someone knocks on the door to his hospital room, sliding it open. 

“Good morning. It’ll take a couple of hours to discharge you, just so you know.” 

“Oh. Thank you.” Yukio glances at his phone. He cleaned up most of his belongings last night since he was told he might be released today. Although Sir Pheles is his legal guardian, Yukio can’t imagine him coming to help. Calling the monastery this early in the morning would be bothersome, especially since he hadn’t told them he was injured on the mission to Aomori. 

The other option is to call Rin, but he’s already struggling in his classes. Pulling him away for something like this would be unreasonable. 

“Will your father be coming to pick you up?”

Yukio’s hands pause over the buttons of his coat. He swallows, lifting his head.

“Will your father come pick you up?” the woman typing at the computer repeats. 

“No,” Yukio finally manages to say. His hands clench in the heavy fabric of his winter coat as he tries to breathe through the familiar tightness in his chest. “No. I’m sorry. He won’t be. I’ll be fine on my own.”

The woman frowns. Yukio missed her name and role when she introduced herself yesterday. Inconveniently enough, her long, dark hair has covered the badge clipped to her scrubs.

“He signed your forms last night, but we haven’t been able to reach him since this morning.”

Yukio looks down at the form. Johann Faust V. The name is printed in dark ink. Of course. She must have assumed.

Rain strikes the window with a harsh cadence like hail. Outside, the sky has grown darker, laden with heavy storm clouds. It’ll be difficult to carry his belongings and an umbrella back to his dorm on his own. 

“I’ll be fine on my own,” Yukio says with a smile. “Thank you for trying to reach out to him.”

The woman nods and moves on with the remaining discharge paperwork. She must be busy, glancing at her watch repeatedly as Yukio reads and fills forms.

Yukio grips the cheap ballpoint pen carefully and signs his name beside the curled, elegant signature Sir Pheles penned as his legal guardian. Of course, he didn’t tell anyone at home he was injured. Rin has class at this time. It’d be too much of a hassle to bother any of them. 

No one will come pick him up, but he can manage on his own.

A low roll of thunder swells in the distance. He has a feeling this rain will continue for the rest of the day.

By the time he leaves the hospital, first period is over. He still needs to change, so he heads to the old male dormitory. At this point, he’s already missed several classes. Making up the work will take up time he doesn’t have. He needs to hurry before he misses all of second period too.

This broken arm is wearing on him, but it’s manageable. As he sets the bulging folder of discharge instructions aside, his phone vibrates.

This is the monastery’s number. Did Sir Pheles tell them he was being discharged? That seems unlikely. He grabs his bag, holding his phone with his shoulder as he reaches for the door. “Hello?”

“Yukio,” Nagatomo begins, somber and weary. “You should come home tonight.”

Fear climbs up Yukio’s throat. The window rattles with low tremors as a furious gust of rain splatters on the glass. Lightning cracks across the dark sky stained deep blue and grey. 

Months ago, Nagatomo called him as well, in this manner. His voice was harsher then, scarred by the touch of fire. 

Yukio. Come home as soon as you can. It’s Father Fujimoto. He’s—

Yukio clenches his jaw. “What happened?”

“Misumi-san passed away this morning.” Nagatomo draws a pained breath in and sighs. “It… was acute heart failure. With his age,” he whispers, “it couldn’t be helped.”

Misumi?

Yukio’s bag slips slowly from his grasp, slumping with a dull thump to the floor. He shuts his eyes, lowering his head. How long had it been since he spoke with Misumi? He hasn’t been home since starting school.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “Thank you for telling me.”

For a breath, neither of them speaks.

“The funeral,” Nagatomo says, “the funeral is tonight.” 

Yukio nods. “Then we’ll come back. I can let Nii-san know.”

Nagatomo hesitates. “No, I can call Rin. You shouldn’t have to…”

“It’s fine. I’ll see him during lunch.” He can barely recognize his own voice, pale with gentleness and asymmetric calm. “I’m sure he’d rather know sooner than later, and he won’t have his phone in class.”

“Yukio, if you’d rather take the day off…”

Yukio reaches down to pick up his bag. “I’ll be fine. Please don’t worry about me. I’m sure this is far more difficult for you and everyone else,” he says. “Please take good care of yourself, Nagatomo-san.”

Nagatomo sighs. “Of course. Thanks, Yukio,” he says with a tremulous breath, “for always being so reliable. You take care as well. Look out for Rin.”

The call ends abruptly.

Yukio adjusts the sling on his arm, swallowing as he takes a deep breath in and back out. As he gathers his composure, pattering rain taps the window with an impatient rhythm. 

He’ll tell Rin at lunch. It won’t be as difficult for him as it is for Nagatomo. 

He raises his umbrella and steps out into the rain. His thoughts are slow and blunt at the corners, submerged beneath still depths. If he goes back to the monastery tonight, he won’t have as much time to catch up on work. It can’t be helped, but he’s already behind. 

Yukio. Come home as soon as you can.

Home?

His breath fogs in short, scattered puffs as he stops across a bridge toward the academy. 

When his eyes throb, he rests his elbows on the rough stone ledge and takes a deep breath. Bits of moss and lichen cling in the thin cracks. He grits his teeth and shuts his eyes, waiting for the warm ache to subside. 

Wind trails through his uniform sweater, rippling across the tall bridge with a whispered promise of snow. 

What use is there in going home at this point? The one he misses is already gone. 

To read more on AO3 (:

[monstertreden]

⋮ ACT FAST,ASSISTANT! ⋮

-Reader: FEM reader (Can be either platonic or romantic) -TW: it's Faust, lol  -Character: DR. Faust (Guilty Gear, Pre-Strive events) Summary: Headcanons about Dr. Faust and the reader as his apprentice. -Word count : 978 -A/N: One of my favourite characters in GG actually, he’s so silly I love himmm

💉Oh lawd..where do I start with this man.. ­­­He’s unpredictable at his best; one moment he’s working alongside you, and the next, he nearly destroys the entire operation room by tripping and sliding across an operating table…

You could only sigh and rub your temples, turning around to organise the paperwork

"I swear, Faust, where did you—"

💉Next thing you know as soon as you turn your head around, he’s already gone. You MUST always keep an eye, or maybe two, on him and his whereabouts. God knows where the hell he flew off with that bizarre umbrella of his! It’s like watching over a grown-sized toddler with the curiosity of a... a ferret on a sugar rush!

Soon you hear the faint sound of something crashing in the distance, followed by an unfamiliar squeal “Not again… I bet somehow, he got himself stuck in a damn tree...”

Quickly exiting the lab, you found the doctor hanging upside down from a tree branch, giggling maniacally

“Ah, my dear assistant! You found me! You wouldn’t believe the view from up here! I think I might have discovered a new form of aerial medicine! Join me!"

💉Through his eccentric personality, Faust is remarkably and incredibly protective when it comes to his assistant’s safety, during their more chaotic medical missions.

Walking down a dark alley you whispered “This place gives me the creeps, eughhhh... Are you sure we should be here? Can we give this to maybe someone else??”

“Nope, nope! my dear assistant. There’s a mystery to solve here, and patients to help, which is our primary concern! But don’t worry!!—your safety is my top priority above all else!”

You two move deeper into the dark hospital, shadows playing tricks on their eyes. Suddenly, a loud crash echoes from a nearby room, and you screech, instinctively clutching Faust’s sleeve. “What was that?!”

Placinga reassuring hand on her shoulder, Faust pauses momentarily “Pfff..It’s probably just a… mischievous ghost. Or perhaps an unstable ceiling.” Despite his light-hearted comment, Faust steps in front of you and starts skipping, leading the way. “Let’s hope for the ceiling!”

💉Not only that, but he also genuinely cares about his assistant well-being. Such as asking if you had breakfast, lunch, snack time and dinner too. At times forgetful, he tries his best to remind you to drink water. After all, his assistant must always feel comfortable in her work environment!

Randomly popping up from behind a cabinet, while holding a stethoscope, Faust chimes in “Ah, my dear assistant!! Quick and unbothersome question—have you had lunch today? ”

 Startled, you looked up from your work “Lunch? Ah, eh... I… I might… have skipped it.”

(Maybe you shouldn’t have said that)

Faust gasps dramatically as he shakes your shoulders “Skipped lunch?? Unacceptable! A healthy assistant is a happy assistant! You! Must! Be! Fueled!” In a flash, he disappears into another room, and to your surprise, moments later, Faust reappears, holding a tray with a slightly chaotic assortment of food—a sandwich, a cup of yoghurt and a slice of cake. Oh my, it looked like he had just raided the breakroom.

 “Voilà! A balanced meal, carefully curated for your nutritional needs! Every bite was chosen with utmost care!... WAIT I’VE FORGOTTEN SOMETHING” He shouted, grabbing a comically large water dispenser bottle and hefting it onto the table.

“And now, hydration! You must stay properly hydrated. Here’s some clear! water!” He gestures grandly to the massive bottle before taking a seat on a  small children's chair. “Let the tea party begin! Come on, sit! Sit! These are doctor’s orders!” Insisting, he served himself some herbal tea in one of the mismatched, colourful mugs he had been collecting from his travels with her.

💉 Although he can’t always be by your side when you’re checking paperwork, he frequently leaves little whimsical doodles and encouraging notes on their patient charts for you to find. Each one is sillier than the last, full of colour and humour, guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.

In the evening of that day, you sat at your desk, surrounded by documents and medical forms,  pen scratching softly against the paper. “This is so exhausting…”

As you flip through one of your patient's charts, your eyes catch a small, vibrant doodle in the upper corner. Aww, it was a frog wearing a lab coat that wielded a stethoscope like a sword, with a speech bubble that read: ‘You’re doing toad-ally amazing!’

This made your day ,laughing quietly “Oh, Faust…”

💉 After a long day Faust surely knows when to dial it down, sharing quiet moments with his assistant over tea. Quiet interludes that soon become cherished rituals, discussing life, dreams, and their shared passion for helping others More than often, these moments helped him find clarity and calm his chaotic mind.

You both sit in comfortable silence for a while, the warmth of your tea making the world outside feel a little softer. After a long pause, you voice your thoughts “Doctor, do you… ever think about what’s next? I mean, beyond the lab, beyond all the patients?”

Faust wasted no time to reply, his usual playful demeanour replaced by thoughtful sincerity.  “Sometimes. I dream of a world where everyone feels a little lighter, a little healthier! Both physically and emotionally. And perhaps, one day, find a way to bring even more joy to those who need it.”

Your lips curve into a soft smile “That sounds like a wonderful dream, doctor... I’d like to be a part of that, if I could, of course-”

Your words trail off as you feel a gentle touch on your shoulder. His touch is surprisingly warm.

“You already are, my dear. I’m grateful for you and together, we’ll keep helping,  and keep finding those moments of quiet amidst the whirlwind. Remember, one patient, one smile and most of all, one shared cup of tea at a time.”

[girl-2004]

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐃𝐘𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐁, 𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐇

𖤐༺𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬༻𖤐

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Euronymous X Female!Reader

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Nope

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Øystein’s hair needs a touch up…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Possibly some language

𝐀/𝐧: Hi! Can’t remember if I said this but my requests are open!!

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 766 words.

Y/n and Euronymous were walking through the hair dye aisle at the grocery store, trying to find the darkest black box dye available.

“None of these look dark enough,” Euronymous said as he looked at all the boxes.

“How about this one?” Y/n suggested holding up a box which read ‘True Black hair dye’.

“What does the back say?” He asked as he continued scanning the shelves.

“Pure black dye. Leave it for an hour and a half. Wash out with lukewarm water. And then it should be good,” she read.

“Okay, get that one then,” He said.

𖤐back at Helvete𖤐

“Do you really trust your girlfriend to dye your hair?” Faust laughed as he inspected the boxes.

“I trust her with anything and everything,” Euronymous replied as Y/n walked back into the room.

“Be careful, Faust, or one day you’ll wake up with short, pink hair,” Y/n smiled sarcastically at Faust.

“You wouldn’t dare!” He gasped.

“Oh, but I would,” Y/n smiled as she pulled a pair of scissors from under the cash register.

“Okay, Edward Scissorhands, put the weapon down,” Euronymous laughed and picked up the dye box.

“Need help?” Y/n offered.

“Yes, please,” He replied.

Euronymous sat on the floor in front of the toilet while Y/n mixed the dye in the bottle.

“You will have to walk around Helvete with the wet dye in your hair, you know?” Y/n said.

“You’re funny. I’ll sit in my office,” he replied.

“What and leave Faust to the customers?” Y/n laughed, causing Faust to hold up his middle finger in her direction.

“He’ll be okay for a bit,” Euronymous shrugged.

“Okay, then. Now stay still while I put the dye on.”

As Y/n was applying the dye, she was humming along to the music that was blasting through the store. Euronymous on the other hand, was fidgeting like a chihuahua on red bull and steroids. The shop was quieter than usual today, only a few customers visiting — most just coming for a look around and then leaving.

Faust, like always, spent most of the time watching a horror movie on his tv. Y/n finished helping Euronymous with his hair and then put the plastic bag they got from the grocery store on his hair.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Euronymous freaked out.

“Making sure you don’t get hair dye everywhere because I still have some dye on my couch from last time I helped you,” Y/n replied as she tied a knot in the back, “okay, pretty princess, go to your office. Me and Faust can handle the shop.”

Euronymous did as he was told and went straight to his office, locking the door behind him. Y/n went behind the counter which Faust took as a green card to sit and watch the movie.

A few customers came into the store during the hour, some buying Burzum, some buying Metallica and others buying mainstream rock. I checked the clock one last time before going to Euronymous’s door and knocking, “It’s time to wash the dye out.”

He opened the door and went immediately to the toilet.

“Put your head over the sink, stupid,” Y/n rolled her eyes.

“How was I supposed to know?” He replied.

“Fucking educated guess in the fact that we’re washing the dye out,” she laughed.

Euronymous didn’t reply but put his head over the sink while Y/n got out the shampoo and took the bag off of Øystein’s head. She started running the taps and filled a cup up with water, pouring it over his head.

“Fuck its cold!” He almost yelped.

“Shut up or it’ll take longer than necessary,” She rolled her eyes.

Y/n continued washing his hair and washed it with the shampoo and conditioner provided in the box before giving it one last rinse, turning the tap off and wrapping his hair in a towel.

She walked Euronymous back to his office and sat him on his chair and started massaging his hair and scalp with the towel. Y/n immediately felt him relax under her touch, his usual rigid posture and ‘idgaf’ attitude changed to a serene and soothed posture. Once she was finished with her massage, she threw the damp towel on the floor and sat on Euronymous’s lap.

“You’re too good for this world, djevelen min,” he kissed her cheek and held her close.

“You make it all okay,” she kissed his lips lightly, resting her forehead on his.

“Jeg elsker deg,” he whispered.

“Jeg elsker deg også.”

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Vesuvia Weekly: Baby Fever

Taking into account everything except what's in my personal space, it's a fairly normal afternoon in the Center Marketplace. Selasi's humming a popular song as he shovels another batch of rolls into his oven, the regular shoppers are bustling between the merchant's stalls, and the steam from my cup is wafting as gracefully as ever into the bright blue sky.

Oh, shoot that's a burning hazard isn't it, patronsdangit -

"Language!"

And the cheeky greeting from the magician appearing suddenly in front of me isn't helping.

"Fudge you, I'm trying not to be a bad influence."

"You? A bad influence? On who - oh, hello."

I glance down again just in time to move my cup away from the dimpled, chubby hand grasping for its boiling contents. The one-year-old in my lap looks up at me and grins. I look back at Asra with a smile. "I don't want to be a bad influence on this one."

They're already taking a spot at the low table, putting themself and their bag between the baby and the walkway to the stairs. As responsibility-averse as he is, it doesn't stop him from lending the toddler a steady hand as they wobble out of my lap. While the other steals my pumpkin rolls -

"What's their name?"

"This is Nasha." The tot gives me a gurgling giggle, grasping at the edge of the low table while they bounce on their feet. I brush a stray dark curl out of their face. "Their parents needed an afternoon out and know I used to babysit, so they called in a favor. I hope you plan on replenishing those."

"He already ordered a second batch." Selasi approaches with a basket for the table, steam rising through the cloth from the rolls underneath. "Hello, little one. And what are you old enough to eat? May I hold you?"

The tot looks up from where they're digging through Asra's bag, Faust nudging the no-so-baby-friendly contents out of reach and dodging their grabs at her tail. They stare wide-eyed at the burly baker before lighting up the market corner with a drool-filled smile. I hoist them up by the armpits and hold them out in Selasi's direction.

"They turned one last week. Do you know how to hold them safely?"

"Oh, Selasi knows all about how to hold the small ones, yes he does." He takes the toddler on one arm, cooing and rocking them back and forth. This is a side of him I haven't seen before. "Look at how many teeth you've grown, my tiny friend! If I remember right, you're old enough to be eating honey now, aren't you? Selasi's brought you a little dish and spoon for a nice treat, if your decaying-mind-friend says it's alright."

I groan at the nickname. "Not you too - and yes, their parents said they can eat honey now. Just be careful about -"

And I'm interrupted by an excited screech from several booths away.

"Is that a baby with brainrot?! Hi baby!!"

Portia sails into view, her brother dragged behind her by the coat and away from the newly-established leech stall where he was probably about to sink half his savings. Julian stops struggling and straightens up as soon as he spots the baby on Selasi's arm. "My my my, what do we have here -"

"Awwww, can I hold them? Please?!"

Portia's curls are going to stand on end if she tries to contain herself any longer. I nod, but Selasi seems hesitant to let go of his new friend. "You should be careful, they've just eaten some -"

"Fear not! I shall rescue you, small one!"

It's like watching a train wreck in slow motion as Julian uses his long arms to reach over Portia's head, plucking Nasha from the baker's grasp and seating them on his arm. The baby looks at the newcomer in surprise and decides to introduce themself by smearing their honey-covered sticky fingers down the doctor's cheek.

"Well, aren't you a - hrck - nnghck!"

Determined to explore further, the wide-eyed tot sticks their full hand into Julian's mouth mid-sentence. What follows are a series of chokes and gags as they reach deeper, giggling at the funny noises the doctor makes as he tries his best not to bite them. Portia adds injury to insult, yanking him down close enough to take the baby by tugging at his ear.

"Hey, you little cutie, what's your name?" She cradles them on her hip, cooing sweetly at them while her brother hacks and coughs behind her.

Julian straightens with a wince. "I think they went for my uvula -"

"His what-a-wha?"

The loud question behind them makes Julian jump, Portia eye-roll, and Asra grimace. I lean to peek around my visitors at the ex-count fast approaching us. "Hey, Lucio. It's a 'uvula', the hangy-down thing at the back of your mouth."

"And this little stinker tried to grab it? HAH!" He cackles, the loud noise making Nasha begin to curl in on themself. Portia tightens her hold on them, reconsiders, and then shoves them into the arms of the large shadow that's been lurking in the background for the last five minutes.

"Don't you call them that! That's brainrot's baby!"

Lucio freezes, face blue-screening as his eyes jump wildly between me and the baby nestled in Muriel's frozen hold. Asra snorts into their hand. Julian gives me an oddly thoughtful look. "Technically speaking, he is old enough and has the anatomy to have one safely, and he does seem, ah, quite comfortable holding one ..." Portia slowly nods along, taking a long look at me.

I ignore his mumbles and her stare and address the sputtering journeyman. "Nasha isn't my baby, they're my friend's baby, and I'm taking care of them for the day." I turn to where Muriel's adjusting his hold on the one-year-old. "You good?"

Nasha looks up and meets his eyes, pinning him with a four-toothed, honey covered smile. I swear I can see him melt. "... yeah."

"Since when do you take care of babies? I thought you were a writer. Let me see it -"

I brush Lucio away as respectfully as possible. "They're not an it, they're a baby, and your arm is way too sharp to hold them with that gauntlet on it."

"As to why he takes care of babies, he used to be an au pair, if I'm remembering correctly. You must be quite fond of children."

I didn't see Nadia approach with all the ruckus, but now she's standing between Lucio and Muriel and trying to give the baby in question her signature gentle smile. She's a little too stiff to pull it off. I can see Muriel's comfort levels disappearing with the growing crowd and reach over to relieve him of his charge. Nasha curls up in my lap, visibly relieved to be held by someone they know, and nestles against my shirt with a quiet sigh.

"Kids? Nobody likes kids, they're terrible at parties - OW! That hurt, Noddy!"

Nadia's smile is genuine now as she turns back to me, visibly curious about my answer. "Well?"

I chuckle, giving the tot my tattooed arm to poke and prod so they stop trying to snatch and eat Asra's shiny blue stone necklace. "I like them." Nasha leans back in my hold, eyelids drooping and squirming sleepily as I clean the honey off their hands and mouth with a spare cloth. It's hard to hold back the smile when they snuggle further into my arms.

"I've always wanted to have kids of my own. You get to cherish this tiny person through all their ups and downs, and teach them what unconditional love looks like while they figure out who they are and come into their own. And then one day, they're able to go out into the world and build their own life, while you cheer them on and watch them flourish."

I can feel myself flushing from the impromptu sappy speech. "Not to say that everyone should want kids! They're a lot of work and time and a serious commitment so I totally get why others wouldn't want -to - uhm -"

The six misty gazes I'm met with when I look up at my visitors makes me falter. Julian and Nadia look like they've seen a miraculous revelation. Portia and Lucio are hungrily eyeing the way Nasha dozes against my neck. Asra and Muriel are watching me reflectively, lost in thought and smiling quietly at the way I tuck the toddler's blanket around them.

I back up against the wall and make a show of snapping my knees shut, curling myself protectively around my charge. "I didn't say that I wanted to start having babies now, I'm a trans man, that shi- that stuff's complicated and I don't have the money!"

"Mpreg -" Portia coughs into her elbow, and I send her an annoyed look.

"Gee, thanks for the reminder of how taboo I'll be, Portia, let's hope I don't turn into someone's personal fetish or ick."

"Hey," Lucio cuts in with a slight pout, "Why didn't we have any kids, Noddy?"

Nadia fixes him with a stone-cold stare while everyone else looks at him in horror.

"Oh, you know why."

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Heart, Exposed by an Aphrodisiac Premium

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect some inaccuracies and errors.

Mitsuki: "Then let me at least make you some tea."

Mitsuki: "I just received some medicine from an acquaintance."

After informing Galileo, I took a cup from the cupboard and poured warm tea into it, mixing the medicine from a small bottle I took out of my bag.

Mitsuki: "Um, is it okay if I also drink it?"

(Faust mentioned that it also has preventive effects.)

I wouldn't mind catching his cold if it helped him get better, but he probably wouldn't want that.

(I don't think he's really a cold person.)

Galileo: "Do as you please."

Though his words sounded indifferent, I was glad he didn't refuse.

Holding the two cups, I returned to his side.

Mitsuki: "Here, this one's for you."

We sat side by side on the sofa and sipped our tea together.

(It's not too hot, yet not too cold.)

Mitsuki: "It's my first time drinking it, but it's surprisingly easy to drink."

It didn't taste bitter at all, despite the herbs being mixed in. Even a child could easily drink it.

Galileo: "Yeah."

After savoring the tea, he placed the cup on the table and sighed.

Galileo: "It's getting hot in here."

He quietly loosened his collar, exposing his slightly sweaty neck.

Mitsuki: "He’s so sexy and beautiful..."

Mitsuki: "!!"

(Crap, did I just say that out loud!?)

Feeling uneasy, I looked at him, and he met my gaze.

Galileo: "Funny you should say that. Neither of those words are even remotely close to me."

Mitsuki: "That's not true."

Mitsuki: "Your mysterious purple eyes, your hair, and your voice—they're all beautiful."

Without understanding why, I found myself expressing my honest feelings.

(Why am I saying these things?)

Despite feeling strange about it, I couldn't stop. Moreover, the embarrassing words spilling out of my mouth made my body feel warm.

(Even my breath feels hot. I wonder why.)

(It's as if I took some kind of weird medicine.)

At that moment, I suddenly realized something.

(Come to think of it, Faust gave me an aphrodisiac before that makes it impossible to hide one's true feelings.)

I might have left it in my bag without realizing it.

Mitsuki: "Did I mistakenly put the aphrodisiac instead of the medicine?"

Galileo: "What?"

Galileo frowned when he heard my words.

I frantically searched my bag and found another bottle.

Mitsuki: "I knew it. This one's the remedy."

Galileo: "What are you talking about?"

(Ah...)

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry! I accidentally put a different medicine."

I bowed my head, realizing the gravity of what I'd done.

Galileo: "Did you just say aphrodisiac?"

Mitsuki: "Well, it's more like a medicine that makes it impossible to hide your true feelings."

When I told him honestly, his eyes widened slightly.

Galileo: "A medicine that makes it impossible to hide your true feelings?"

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry, I've done something terrible."

Mitsuki: "I always end up doing something stupid. You probably hate me now. Ah!"

Once again, I panicked and covered my mouth, realizing I had said something unnecessary.

(What should I do? I'm so embarrassed.)

Mixed emotions welled up inside me, and tears started to well up.

(I'm the one who caused all this trouble, so I shouldn't cry about it.)

I gripped my hand tightly, trying to hold back my tears.

Galileo: "When did I say that I hate you?"

Mitsuki: "Eh?"

I blinked my eyes in confusion, thinking I just heard it wrong.

Galileo: "..........."

He had the same embarrassed expression as if he had unintentionally let something slip, just like me.

Mitsuki: "But I'm always causing trouble…"

Galileo: "That's right. You keep intruding no matter how many times I warn you not to get involved, but..."

Galileo: "I've never hated you."

Galileo: "In fact, I find people like you who earnestly pursue something quite commendable."

Galileo: "Although I find you annoying, I sometimes also end up thinking about you."

Mitsuki: "!"

After he finished speaking, he furrowed his eyebrows.

Galileo: "Seems like I unintentionally said unnecessary things. This one's a nasty potion."

(But are those really Galileo's true feelings?)

I couldn't tell if my pounding heart was due to the potion or because I’d heard his true feelings.

Mitsuki: "I'm glad you think of me that way."

Mitsuki: "Um, I also feel the same about you!"

I tried to lean forward after saying that, but my unsteady body, affected by the potion, lost its balance.

We ended up getting tangled with each other, with me almost pushing him down onto the sofa.

In a reflex to steady me, he wrapped his hands around my back, and our gazes met at a close distance, his purple eyes almost drawing me in.

Mitsuki: "You're really beautiful."

(I can't stop myself now.)

As I felt the heat of his touch, I found myself thinking it would be okay to expose all my true feelings to him.

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium ╎ Epilogue

[junoiscringe]

Vesuvia Weekly: "What Nobody Else Knows"

I usually don't post any fanworks on here, but!!! I came across an abandoned asra oneshot that I was writing a while ago that fit this prompt quite well! It's quite a short drabble, but I hope it's well received :3

I let out a satisfied hum and stretched my arms into the air above me. I revelled in the feeling of the warm sunlight on my closed eyelids, before willing myself into an upright position. I had been lying across the width of the bed with my legs hanging off the edge. Asra was leaning against the bed with their head resting between my thighs, surprisingly still awake despite the lack of conversation in the last fifteen minutes. He’d usually have nodded off in a situation like this. 

A hot, slow summer afternoon. Not many people had been milling around outside and we didn’t have any readings scheduled, so Asra and I closed the shop because, according to him, ‘It’s just too hot to sit behind a counter all day!’ So we dragged our bodies up the stairs to our room and sat on our bed instead. Or at least, I did. Asra decided they preferred the floor.

“Oh, you’re awake?” He tilted his head back to look at me, a soft smile on his face.

“I wasn’t sleeping.” I replied, reaching over to brush some hair away from his forehead.

His smile shifted into his tell-tale mischievous grin. “Are you sure? You seemed pretty asleep when I called your name five minutes ago.”

“I was ignoring you.” 

They let out a short laugh before returning to whatever they were doing on the floor. “Whatever you say, my love. I promise I believe you.”

I leaned forward to look over the edge of the bed and figure out what had kept him awake longer than me (okay, so I might have dozed off a little, so what?). He was hard at work knitting yet another sweater for Faust, while she curled up in his lap watching him.

Friend! Awake!

What an absolute angel. I love her. I should-

“Sorry, but no. She’s already had treats today. Way too many, actually.” 

Meanie!

“Yeah! What she said!”

Another short, airy laugh, but no reply. It seemed he was steadfast this time.

“How did you even know what I was thinking?”

They tilted their head to the side, knocking it against my right knee before answering the way they always did. “I’ve known you for a long time.”

But this time it hits a little harder. I don’t know, finding out you died and that your best friend and mentor literally gave half his heart to bring you back to life is a pretty world altering revelation. It made me feel a little guilty for not knowing him as well as he knows me. I mean, it made perfect sense when I thought about it. He knew me for years before I died and then had to teach me how to operate like a normal human being after being brought back to life, so of course he knew me inside and out. It made perfect sense. But…

“I’m sorry I don’t remember.”

They let out a dramatic sigh in response, shoulders heaving up and down. I could practically hear the pout in his voice when he replied, “It’s not your fault. If anything, it’s-”

I placed my hand over their mouth to hold back the rest of that sentence.

“Nope!” I stuck out my pinky finger towards him before continuing. “I won’t blame myself, if you won’t blame yourself, got it?”

He smiled before linking our pinkies together in a silent promise. “Seems like you know me quite well, too.”