#he loves the mc but struggles and faces consequences

[yukiire]

the hell marine festival event and power couple card still have my heart, shoulder and neck

[softieyuume]

"Without You."

✿ Sylus x fem!reader (non mc)

✿ He finally realized what it felt losing you forever.

✿ angst. no comfort.

✿ somewhat continuation of Never Yours.

✿ rambles: ran out of diamonds and can't pull for Sylus card so im coping thru angst rn :')

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Life without you felt like hell.

Each day felt like torture for Sylus, he struggled to get through the day, constantly reminded of your absence in every single thing he does.

He found himself avoiding places that are filled with memories of you, like his collection room where you shared equal interest and fondness of said collections with him. The indoor greenhouse he had set up for you where you used to tend to your small garden with him.

And mostly, your old personal bedroom that was left untouched ever since your departure from his life.

Instead, Sylus threw himself into more work, trying to use his job as a distraction from his crippling grief. But no matter how tired he feels physically after working himself to exhaustion, he still found himself having trouble sleeping completely.

The empty space beside him in his bed was another painful reminder of what he's lost—he'd toss and turn, trying to sleep but his mind will start replaying memories of you. He'd often find himself reaching out to the other side of his bed, his hand searching for your warmth—but it was always met with a cold dreadful space.

The crushing realisation would hit him again, causing another wave of grief that made it even harder to sleep. He'd clutch a pillow, burying his face into it as he sobbed silently into the night.

His body felt weak and he looked paler compared to before, the only thing that kept him going was his determination to push through, yet the sadness in his eyes was visible to everyone around him. His appetite decreased drastically, Luke and Kieran had to force him to eat just to keep him from starving, despite fearing the consequence of Sylus's wrath. The loyal twins even resorted to asking help from her because they hoped at least she could snap some senses in him.

And unfortunately, not even Miss Hunter could fill the void you had left behind.

One night, Sylus had a particularly hard time sleeping. He toss and turned in his bed, his mind filled with images of you —your laugh, your smile, your touch, the feel of your skin against his own.

Each memory felt like a stab to his heart, causing his breathing to catch in his throat as he clutched his pillow tightly, his knuckles turning white from squeezing it too hard.

The grief was so overwhelming that he ended up hallucinating that you were still by his side and resting beside him on the bed that cold dreadful night.

Sylus slowly opened his eyes when he felt fingers lightly running through his hair, causing him to shiver a little at the familiar touch.

He slowly turned his head to look at the figure resting beside him and his heart skipped a beat at the sight.

You laid there on the bed, your hand gently running through his hair with a soft smile on your lips.

Sylus's breath caught in his throat, his heart thumped in his chest as he stared at you in disbelief.

*No.. this.. this can't be real...*

His mind was racing, he tried to reach out cautiously, his hand trembled as he slowly extended it, trying to touch your cheek to see if you were real.

As soon as his fingers made contact with your cheek, he almost gasped at your realness. You felt so warm, so smooth, so real, just like he remembered.

His eyes widened, his hand trembled even more yet he didn't pull his hand away, as if afraid that you'll disappear like a mirage if he moves.

Your smile widened, your hand moved from his hair to his hand, wrapping your hand around his own that's still on your cheek, pressing it lightly against your skin. "Hello, my love."

Sylus's heart raced even harder at the gesture, the feeling of your warm skin against his palm was like a dream come true.

His eyes searched your face, taking in every detail of you — from your warm eyes to your gentle smile—hoping that this isn't just a cruel hal—

"It's okay, Sylus...I'm here.."

Your voice was like a soothing melody that echoed in his mind, cutting his train of thoughts short, as it was the same voice that used to bring him comfort and happiness, the same voice that'd call his name gently.

Hearing it now, after thinking he'd never hear it again, made his eyes prick with tears as he swallowed hard, tightening his grip on you as his chest grew heavy.

Sylus couldn't bring himself to speak, his throat felt constricted as his heart raced, his mind struggling to process what's happening.

He pulled his hand away from your cheek, but before you could say anything, he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, as he buried his face into your neck, taking in your familiar scent and warmth.

You chuckled softly, your arms wrapping around him as you held him close, your hand gently rubbing his back in a soothing motion.

"You're clinging to me like a koala." You teased him gently.

Sylus felt like he could cry at your familiar teasing, he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, holding you tighter.

"Don't... don't leave me..." Sylus mumbled against your neck, holding you as tightly as he could, scared that you'd disappear again. His voice was strained and filled with emotion, his fingers clutched at the back of your shirt in a desperate grip.

Your smile softened, you held him tighter and stroked his hair tenderly.

"Silly.. Why would I leave you.."

Sylus took a deep shuddering breath, your words brought him a certain comfort but he still didn't want to let go, he wanted to hold onto you until this dream ends —no, he desperately prayed it wasn't a dream at all.

This was real. You were real. You were back.

Back to him.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Both just lay there in each other's embrace in silence, cherishing the feeling of being close like this again.

Sylus continued to hold you tightly, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Your scent and warmth was intoxicating, it made him feel like he's finally home.

As your hand continued to stroke his hair, Sylus was filled with a sense of calm and comfort that he hadn't felt in a long time.

The weight of his grief and exhaustion started to lessen a little as he focused on the feeling of your fingers running through his hair and the sound of your steady heartbeat.

He relaxed a little in your arms, his grip on you loosened slightly as the exhaustion started to take over.

You continued to hold him, sensing his exhaustion and tiredness.

"You should sleep, it's late." You said softly, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead, your hand still moving through his hair.

Sylus nodded against your neck, his eyelids were starting to feel heavy. The sound of your heartbeat was like a lullaby to him, making him even more sleepy.

"I love you, Sylus.. Forever and always.."

Sylus's heart thumped against his chest, the declaration of love from you made him want to stay awake with you longer. Unfortunately, fatigue soon overwhelmed him as his eyes slowly closed, the sound of your voice, the feeling of your warmth and the beat of your heart were like a soothing lullaby that made it hard to stay awake.

He tried to fight it, to hold onto you for a little longer, but the exhaustion was too strong and he soon fell into a deep slumber, believing he was held in your embrace.

When the next morning came, everything changed.

Sylus's eyes slowly opened, his mind groggy and disoriented, for a moment he was confused as to why he didn't feel the familiar warmth of you next to him.

He bolted upright in bed, his eyes wide as he looked around the room with a sinking feeling in his chest.

There was no sign of you anywhere, and the realization that it was all a dream shattered his heart all over again.

The empty sheets beside him were like a cold reminder that none of it was real. It had all been a cruel, beautiful dream that felt so true that he thought it was real.

Sylus's chest ached, a lump formed in his throat as he clutched the sheets in a tight grip.

"No....no...no..."

His eyes blurred with tears, his heart clenching painfully as he realized that he was all alone again.

*It was all a dream... She's not really here...*

The realisation hit Sylus like a punch to the gut, he felt a wave of despair wash over him as his heart ached with a deep, bone-crushing sorrow.

The room felt cold and empty without your presence, he felt so lonely and lost.

Without your smile, your voice, your warmth... Without you, everything just felt so bleak and hopeless.

You were really gone.

And there's no one to blame but himself.

[sophiethewitch1]

A Dramatic Irony

A/n: Trying to combat writer's block so I decided to do this little drabble. Spoilers for the WHB prologue, and also includes my theory that MC will turn out to be God in some form or capacity. Because why the hell else would the angels turn over to our side?

GAME IS 18+ THIS DRABBLE ISN'T, BUT EVEN THE PROLOGUE HAS ADULT CONTENT! MINORS PLEASE BE SENSIBLE!!!

“So, it was you? This whole time?” His lips graze against your throat. He’s warm, of course he is. All that holy light spilling out? He’s so warm it’s almost uncomfortable.

Everything about this is uncomfortable, really. But of course, like always, you’re at the centre of it. Of every situation, from the depths of hell to the cloudy tops of heaven.

“I’m not Him,” you grit out, your body shivering. You don’t dare move. Not with Gabriel, the man who had sworn to kill you, who had chased you over hell with armies of feathered fiends, with his teeth at your jugular.

It doesn’t matter the way he shakes just the same as you. It doesn’t matter that his fingers skim delicately - reverently - across your stomach. It doesn’t matter that those eyes that before looked at you with absolutely nothing inside, now seemed to overflow. With love, obsession.

You know, before all this, you’d been an atheist. Before an unholy angel had crawled out of your computer and a righteous demon had saved you and your best friend’s life, you had thought God couldn’t exist. That the world couldn’t be so cruel if someone like Him truly did exist. That your childhood wouldn’t be mired in tragedy, that you wouldn’t struggle to get out of bed every day. That you wouldn’t have to blink away flashes of the scent of copper and soap.

And of course, then you’d made a deal with the devil. You’d gone to hell. You’d broken countless contracts, and warred against heaven. You’d had to fight for every second of your life, and you’d done it bitterly, angrily.

Angry at this God that had disappeared, and angry at His stupid mistake of making every angel madly in love with him. Angry at how He never thought of the consequences of his actions, of how He never imagined a world He wouldn’t exist in. How just by your birth, you’d been destined to suffer. How your parents would have died no matter what, how you would always have had to walk this thorny path.

How He never seemed to consider what could happen when you created one of the strongest beings in the universe and forgot to give them a fucking moral compass.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he murmurs, ignoring your words. His too-warm body crowding in too close to yours, as your fists curl against his chest, desperately trying to push him away. It’s no use because no matter what’s in your blood, you aren’t strong enough - what is Solomon’s, and what is His.

Because, apparently, those stupid mistakes you’d cursed God for, were yours.

“I’m not Him,” you repeat, hands moving to claw at his throat. He doesn’t react beyond a small sigh of pleasure, curling into your touch like a cat in the sun. “I’m not Him. I don’t have His memories. I’m not Him.”

“I told you, didn’t I? I didn’t have any negative feelings towards you. I’m sorry, I’ll fix it. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Please, just let me stay by your side?”

It’s such a strange dichotomy. The angel who sees this as a beautiful, miraculous reunion. And you, who sees this a tragedy. One you could never escape. The angel from before, swinging his scythe at your throat, and the one who now presses plush lips against that same skin. It’s too ironic, isn’t it? It just can’t be true. It just doesn’t make any sense.

“I don’t want you by my side,” you sob, but he just shushes you, pressing kisses against your head and across your face. He licks up your tears, groaning at the taste.

It’s too cruel. You have to wonder if the old you, the one you can’t remember, ran from this.

His hands tighten around your waist. It doesn’t really matter what happened before, because you know you won’t be able to run this time.

[sxftkxssxs]

If you are free and in the mood, can you write about the M6 or just Asra, lucio, and Nadia reaction to MC donating third of what they make from working in their magic shop, like they donate it to charities or families that need money.

I can never resist adding the slightest bit of hurt to Asra's part (he makes me violently ill.)

I don't really know how I ended up having all of them giving to charities themselves but they all definitely would at one point or another.

M6 with a MC who donates to charity

Asra

He'll offer more ideas on how to donate or give to the charity of MC's choosing. He'll try to slip some goofy things in if they're donating to kids, he wants them to have fun!

They definitely kept this tradition up if MC started it before the Plague, since it was something important to them. Though, he'll always be a little teary eyed while he does it.

Once MC is able to walk and talk on their own, they'll ask them to pick charities every so often to give to. If they pick one they used to give to a lot he gets a sad look on his face they can't understand.

When they go on their trips they make sure to bring enough supplies back to donate a good amount and still have some for themselves.

Asra likes to donate to charities that focus on kids. Especially ones that include orphans.

Julian

He'll mostly tease at first.

Even though he's teasing, he gets a warm feeling in his chest seeing you be so kind to all these people.

Julian gets somber when he sees families struggling to stay together. It reminds him of having to leave Portia.

He'll absolutely want to be part of it but uh, MC, what do you expect this man to give?? He's been on the run for years!!

He likes to donate to medical related charities, but still varies often. His second most donated to is family charities.

Nadia

She loves that MC cares so much for her (and possibly, eventually, their) people so much.

She knows that the time she was asleep and with Lucio, she neglected her people. Even if she never meant or wanted to, it happened.

It warms her heart that they still cared enough to help others less fortunate.

She'd love to join! Just, tell her not to overwhelm these people. Please.

Muriel

He's honestly not thought about charities for...a long time.

Before him and MC get close he'll be on edge about it. He doesn't trust apperances.

Once he gets closer and realizes MC just wants to do it to be a good/nice person, he relaxes.

We've seen this man be so kind when he's finally allowing himself to be his own person. Apply here!

He likes to make things for charities. Blankets, Furs, etc.

Muriel would likely want to donate to charities that focus on family or orphaned children.

Portia

she is ecstatic!!

This woman has donated since she got herself into a good stable position and you cannot tell me otherwise.

She's been donating to charities that revolve around keeping families together or children. She understands the pain of losing family more than they realize.

She would want MC to donate to wherever they wanted, give as many people a chance as you can!

Pre-Upright Lucio

He's genuinely confused

They'd rather give that money away?? They could've spent that on something extravagant for him themselves!

The whole idea confuses him immensely.

Once MC starts dragging him through the magic realms and lovingly forcing him to face his own consequences, he'll start to grasp the concept much more.

Post-Upright Lucio

This is a new and improved man right here!

He'll even participate with you! if you help him decide on what all to give? He's still lost on what is best there

Surprisingly, he's the one to suggest donating to families or children.

He still holds so much guilt over his actions. He knows that he's gonna live with that the rest of his life, but at least he can do something good with his second chance, right?

[cursedonyx]

can you do a reaction of hlc reacting to mc dying in their arms?

Hogwarts Legacy Characters React to You Dying in Their Arms

You’d had so many adventures by this point that they seemed droll, but complacency can lead to fatal consequences.

⚠️Content Warning for death and body horror below the cut.⚠️

Sebastian Sallow

He wastes no time in ending the poachers that cast diffindo at you. He doesn’t even think about it as he wipes them out. Only then does he fall to his knees beside you, trying to think of a way to stop the blood pouring from your neck. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he already knows it’s too late, and even if he knew proper healing spells, they wouldn’t help you now.

He begs you not to go. He pleads with you. He tells you he loves you more than anything. That he’d do anything if only you’d hold on for just a little bit longer. He’d trade his life for yours. He’d fight gods and win. Just please, please don’t go. Don’t leave him all alone.

You don’t listen. You can’t. You’ve already gone.

Ominis Gaunt

It was supposed to be a nice, simple outing. A walk through the Highlands, utterly boring but completely safe. But Ominis has never been a lucky man. A tree falls, spearing you through the chest with a broken branch. Ominis is unscathed, but in that moment, he wishes he was not.

He holds you as you struggle for breath, blood bubbling between your lips. There’s no one around to help, and he knows it. He can’t apparate, because he can’t visualise where he needs to go. He is completely helpless. All he can do is comfort you, so that’s what he does, speaking softly, soothingly, holding you close and shushing you as your skin pales and grows cold. He tells you Nurse Blainey is on her way, and she’ll make everything better. He tells you it’s alright to go to sleep, because he’ll be there waiting for you when you wake up.

They have to send out a search party when neither of you return. They find him, two days later, still holding you and speaking softly, cupping your chilled face, damp with his own tears. He never speaks again after that.

Garreth Weasley

Garreth’s potions mishaps had always held a kind of whimsical hilarity to them. Nothing ever went seriously wrong, just small explosions or fires. When Garreth asked for your help late one evening, needing to finish an assignment for Professor Sharp, he had no idea how dire the consequences would be.

All it took was a little too much powdered erumpent horn. Barely a gram. Garreth had the sense to duck, his reflexes honed by years of mistakes, but you didn’t. You looked into the cauldron. You caught the blast full-face.

By the time the smoke clears, you’re unrecognisable; just a charred, black thing in the shape of a person. But you’re still moving, weakly stirring, reaching for something, anything to hold. Garreth takes your hand, apologising over and over, the words becoming a meaningless babble as the reality sinks in. By the time Professor Sharp has limped into the classroom, you’ve gone. Garreth drops potions the next day, and never brews again.

Leander Prewett

You promised to teach him how to fly a broom properly. He trusts you, and would rather go to you than Imelda. It takes a while before he’s confident to fly at any great height, but soon the pair of you are soaring over the castle. But then Leander looks down, and all his old insecurities strike him at once. He loses control of his broom. He panics. You swoop in to try and help, but his flailing limbs and grasping hands knock you clean off your own broom.

He tries to catch you. He tries to get his broom under control in time to dive after you. He’s two seconds too late, and the last thing you see is him flying towards you, his hand outstretched. You die on impact, and Leander only manages to avoid crashing by the smallest margin. He falls to the ground and scrambles over, trying to push the pieces of your head back together, trembling and sobbing, but it’s too late.

Poppy Sweeting

All Poppy wanted to do was see the dragon again, to check on the egg and make sure both were alright. She drags you along, convinced that because you helped, you’d both be safe. Minutes later, you’re both running for your lives, and dive into a lake to escape. But your robes get caught on some underwater branches, and you can’t fight free.

Poppy tries everything to get you out. The water is too murky to use diffindo, accio only succeeds in ripping your shirt, and there’s no point casting the bubble head charm if you’re already underwater. Your face is only inches below the surface, and Poppy lies on the bank, her eyes on yours, holding onto you, trying to pull you out, screaming for help. Even after the last bubble of air has risen from your lips, she doesn’t stop pulling.

Natsai Onai

She should have known not to go poking around where danger lurked. She should have been more careful trying to clear up the last of the ashwinder camps. She should have foreseen that Harlow would want revenge. Only this time, when an ashwinder casts a curse, it’s you that leaps into the line of fire, and it wasn’t crucio this time. It was the killing curse.

Natty disarms and knocks out the offender before wrapping her arms around you. She has to get you back to the castle, someone can help you then. She half carries, half drags your body until she just can’t walk any more. She cradles you in her lap, weeping silently, and vowing revenge.

Masterlist

[beelsari]

Okay sooo I just read the "reacting to your heat" for both Beel and Mams and damn... 👀 i cant words but it's so good!

So I wanted to request either Lucifer or Diavolo for it. I cant decide which one so pick at your leisure! 😅

Either way thanks and have a good day/night!

OM! Brothers reacting to MC’s heat

Thank you!!! I really appreciate the love!! I hope you love this one just as much as I do, I have to say I definitely was into this!

Lucifers turn!!!

I plan on doing diavolo next!

SMUT mdni

Hard dom luci x gn reader

Lucifer

Lucifer is the one who first found out you’d experience a heat. He could smell the hormones coming, suddenly realizing your fate. He called a meeting in the dining hall of HoL to explain your heat to everyone, specifically to tell his brothers to keep their distance from you and there will be consequences if they do not obey his rules. Your heat came that night, taking complete control over you. It was so much harder to handle than you expected, you didn’t know how you were going to survive without someone’s help. You needed relief so bad but you alone didn’t do the trick. For the next couple days when you left your room you could sense how tense all the brothers were. All the brothers except for Lucifer, who externally is oozing calm. All the brothers are extremely confused and bewildered at how calm Lucifer is. How is he resisting your lust and hormones so easily? They all question internally while watching him. But what they dont know is that Lucifer is struggling the hardest. He puts on a show whenever you or his brothers are around but when he’s alone you would think he’s the one in heat. He’s constantly pleasing himself, trying to get some relief from you and your hormones that are constantly haunting him. He’s never had to fight against himself this hard. He wants you so bad but he’s scared he’d hurt you.

His resolve all dissolves one night when he hears a small series of taps on his door. He quirks his head up from his desk and strides to his door. He’s opens it to see you, hair and clothes disheveled, skin bright red and sweaty, and panting on your knees right in-front of him. “Luci please I can’t handle it anymore” you plead to him. he’s façade completely crumbles when he sees you. His sweet little thing beneath him begging for him to corrupt you. He groans immediately picking you up, locking the door, and throwing you on his bed. “You have no idea how much i’ve held back, just for you to whine like a slut for my dick” he groans as he hovers over you, teasing you with his words. You’re squirming underneath him begging for him to touch you. “You’re such an obedient doll, knowing to come to me, you’re mine darling dont you ever forget that” He says with a smirk while kissing your neck starvingly. You’re mouth is parted and whimpering the whole time he kisses you, making his cock impossibly harder. Knowing he’s making you sound like this makes him feral. He picks up onto your knees and stands infront of you, his bulge pressed against your face. “Here darling, this will make it all better, open up” he whispers to you. He pulls his cock out while shoving into your mouth. He begins to facefuck you while softly stroking your hair. He’s being so rough yet so loving with you and it’d driving you wild. he pulls out suddenly and flips you over onto your stomach. “I can’t wait anymore doll, i need to ruin your sweet sex” he moans while thrusting into you. “Please i need you inside so bad Luci! “You moan so sweetly for him, making it harder for him to not completely destroy you. He wants you braindead on his cock, and with what he has planned for you, you will be. “Fuck- take it love, all this is for you” he groans while leaning down, pressing his chest against your back to give you sweet kisses and hickies along your back. He’s also whispering the dirtiest words in your ears. Lucifer knows exactly how to please you, and he’ll do it all night and all day, however long it takes to finish your heat. He has to take care of his sweet doll.

[blood-and-mud]

Live, Laugh, Love Lawrence (help)

I get these little obsessions over Lawrence every 4 month or so, so I'm here to share some random unfiltered thoughts and disappear again:

Lawrence's struggles feel exceptionally human to me. He feels like the realest person when it comes to being afraid to be preserved as a monster. (His crying fit after being called a monster is what lives in my head rent-free) He feels so human when he is afraid and nervous, it's ironic.

Even though he is a massive coward, I came to a thought that he isn't a lying type. Of course, he lies from time to time, but he seems to be painfully bad at it, and when it comes to telling the truth, he either doesn't want to admit it to the verge of a breakdown or just says as it is. Maybe it's stupidity and he's just accidentally honest, but I like this part of him.

Also, I sometimes wonder which particular situations brought him so much shame. I see shame splattered all over him. I know there were a lot of mistakes made by his own hands, but what was the first disturbing thing he did? Was it a mistake? And what happened before that? And after?... I guess I'll just keep wondering

I always considered the reason for his unstable state to be his fear of admitting to himself what he is and what he likes. He was neglected and outcasted his whole life, and I feel like he can't admit his dark desires to himself because it would mean they had a reason to. That he deserved it. What a frustrating situation, isn't it? I think his mind agrees, this is how you get sleep-deprived twitchy creeps with inability to emotionally regulate themselves.

For some reason, I think of the word "tender" when I remember Law. In some (maybe most) situations he is everything but tender, but I can't unlink this word from him.

Law would have greatly benefited from schema-therapy if he had the balls to face himself (and maybe was mortal :D)

I wonder if he ever bit himself to just see what happens (I'm sad 'cause he would have bit someone for sure if he wanted to)

I also involuntary realized he is involuntary celibates (or a certified incel). And even though I can get over the fact that stereotypes about incels being sexists aren't always true, Lawrence did worse things than just being a sexist. This thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth...

I wonder if he ever wanted to become a mortician. (He is the type of guy that makes people enforce only hiring women though)

"The Consequences of imagination is fear"&"Drown me" by Junie & TheHutFriends are MC meeting Lawrence-coded IMO

PS. it's just a random pic to a random post.

[bonny-kookoo]

Omg I’m so happy that Seven Days drabbles are welcome! Could I request things like Seven Days MC purposely pushing JK’s buttons to see what happens?

A/N: Hi hello please request for Seven I wanna write for it so bad but I can't because it gets reported please I LOVE THEM SO MUCH-

-> Masterlist

Considering that Jungkook isn't at all what you're used to when it comes to men, it's also surprising to you how your simple interest and somewhat almost childish crush on him has turned into curiosity.

And it's also become quite.. fun to play around with him a little, turning the tables around for a change.

He's not actually ever openly told you what he's into- he always just seems to adapt to whatever you seem to like, and in your own humble opinion, that's just not fair. Is he secretly a sadist? Or into stuff you definitely aren't? You want to know. You don't want him to just bend his bones around you, just so you're happy.

You want him to be happy too.

Something you've learned about him by pure observation alone, is that he literally seems to buzz whenever he can do something for you. He fully immerses himself into caring for you, even if it's just 'hey, can you maybe watch the soup on the stove while I shower?'. It's cute, in a way, how he becomes happy at every touch you offer him.

He's a cuddler, even though he tends to end up in quite frankly ridiculous positions during his sleep- and it also offered one of these 'happy-buzz' moments with him.

He'd mentioned, very fleetingly, how he seems to sleep really well next to you at night these days. How he usually wakes up with a sore throat, and neck pain- but that it's pretty much gone now. You'd told him, equally as nonchalantly, how you noticed that he tends to move into an odd position at night, which makes him snore due to his head being tilted back too far- and that you've started to wake up from it. At first, he'd clearly wanted to apologize- but then you'd said that you just turn him a little, or adjust his pillow, because you already worried about him not sleeping well otherwise.

The look on his face was priceless; eyes all round and lips slightly parted, an expression of surprised affection that seemed to even catch him off guard as he had to visibly shake himself out of it, laughing it off before he thanked you, occupying himself with poking at his food instead to gloss over the almost shy smile growing on his lips.

And it's also really fun to test his patience.

You're not sure if he's aware of your games, but even if he is, you don't really care. Seeing him look at you with his jaw clenched and lips pursed, words on his lips but never spoken, hands having to physically hold onto something as to not move, it makes you feel empowered. You're not worried about any actual consequences- because even if there were any, he'd never hurt you.

You trust him. You're not scared of him.

"Hey, can you give me that?" He asks as you struggle to open the water bottle, but you whine, turning away from it as you continue to fight with the plastic cap. "Darling come on, just let me do it for you-" He chuckles, but you get up now instead, so he can't reach it.

There it is. The first sign- his tongue playing with the silver piercings on his bottom lip.

"You're gonna hurt yourself-" He tries again, voice still soft, but you shake your head.

"I can do it." You deny, now even moving to use your teeth for help- when he gets up, walking over to you.

"Stop being a brat, let me help-" He attempts once more, but you now walk again- falling into a little jog as he grabs for your shirt, fingers barely reaching the straps of it which snap right back against your skin. "Baby..." He threatens now, voice low and challenging. But you're not intimidated.

He's yet to actually prove his dominance, after all.

He thinks you can't take it. You know that's probably what he believes- that you can't handle it, that you're fragile and weak and oh-so-delicate. But you're not. You're not sure if he's turned you into this, but in a way, you've developed almost a hunger for what he might do to you if you were to finally make his patience snap.

You've gotten close before- you're getting close right now, you're sure.

But how much does it take for him to finally put you in your place?

And how will he do it?

[rashomonss]

A HUMANS WRATH

Prologue

A/N: So this is my first story thing on here so please be nice, I’m sensitive lmao. Anyway this idea came to me one night as i was trying to fall asleep. I was wondering what it would be like if there was an MC who hated the brothers after lesson 16 and ended up treating them like crap. But if they got switched with the regular timeline MC (which is y’all). Anyways hope you enjoy! <3

Warnings: Lesson 16 spoilers, death, choking, angst?

The start of something disheartening

There are numerous different timelines in this world however most of them aren’t as great as others make them out to be, you of all people should know. You have lived through almost being killed in cold blood and hell you even watched yourself take your very last breath with your own eyes.

It was a weird feeling to describe, in front of you was yourself however not you at the same time.

You had quietly watched from the staircase as you were being held up by your neck slowly losing oxygen and struggling to free yourself from the demon's grasp.

Belphegor held you up with a single hand and watched mockingly as you had met your demise. You were connected. Everything they felt while dying you felt it too. I mean that is you. The firm grasp on your throat, the burning sensation in your lungs as you try your best to gasp for any sort of air available.

The tears prickling the corners of your eyes as your head feels like it’s about to explode. And lastly the hurt you felt in your chest, not from your lungs or even the lack of oxygen, but from the betrayal. You weren’t stupid, he was a demon after all, a very cunning one at that. You knew he could kill you, however just as you did for his brothers, you had also given him a chance, it’s only fair right?

Well if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions. Lucifer did warn you after all, but no matter what he did your curiosity continued to fuel your persistence. All of the brothers admired that about you, but could that quality be so admirable at this instant?

Bringing you back to the present you stood there watching your face contort and struggle as you clawed at the demon holding you. Why couldn’t you look away? Was this something out of a nightmare? What did you even do to deserve this? All those thoughts swirled around in your head but came to a halt. After everything that happened, at the end of the day that is you dying right there is it not?

You had finally taken your last breath. The body in front of you went limp. Your body went limp. Screaming and shouting were then followed after your body hit the floor. Whose voice was that? Mammon’s? It didn’t matter at that second, nothing mattered. Everything was spinning, the demons were spiraling, what was going on…

But before the situation could get worse low and behold the demon prince was there to save the day with his charming butler at his side. Explaining to the seven demons that you were a distant descendent of their most beloved sister. After that knowledge their demeanors changed in an instant and a part of you hoped that it wasn’t because of your lineage. However with each passing day they assured you that they had loved you for being you, not just because of your ties to their beloved sister.

In the end the incident was never brought up again and you continued your journey with your companions through your stay at the Devildom. However, did anyone ever apologize to you? Or did you just forget about the whole ordeal as a response to the trauma they had caused.

Well maybe you did, but another version of you didn’t.

As Barbatos said, there are many different outcomes to a situation in many different timelines. Yours just happened to be a favorable outcome for everyone. However another version of you in a different timeline despised the brothers.

You felt completely sick knowingly you were a descendent of their sister. To be related to such creatures was enough to make you gag. Sure you tried to enjoy your time with them previously but all that was thrown out the window the second Belphegor had killed you. You weren’t about to forgive them, not a chance. No matter how hard they tried to get close to you all of them had been pushed away and kept at an arm's length.

You weren’t about to let them deceive you again. They were demons after all so you could never be too careful. However they just didn’t know when to quit. It honestly annoyed you at how much they cared after Diavolo revealed that little secret about your history. You never believed they cared half as much as they did before that was revealed so why are they bothering now.

The demon brothers however approached the situation differently. Sure they felt great guilt for watching as Belphie killed you but there you stood a second after your last breath, completely fine, not even a single scratch on your head. And that’s when they realized they were given a second chance, a chance to make it up to you, to make things better, to ask for forgiveness. It was only a bonus to them that Diavolo had revealed that you were a descendent of Lilith.

They however were in for a rude awakening when you wanted nothing to do with any of them. That can’t be right? You should have been able to forgive them so this incident could be swept under the rug and be completely forgotten about. But no you were stubborn and they knew it, it was a quality they had also admired in you, now however it’s soon to be one they despise.

Next part

[ironunderstands]

How do you feel about the Penacony final boss?

I love it both gameplay and story wise.

I’m gonna yap about the gameplay because I actually adore HSR’s combat system so yeah. Personally, I think the weakness break = gained shield mechanic is great, as you are a) forced to use Harmony MC who is an amazing breaker and also buffs characters who like breaking which causes b) you bring characters who also like breaking things, which is a really good way to Segway into the new break effect meta we will be seeing, and allows players to get a feel for it before Boothill and Firefly really release.

Also like, the music, the design, the Bible references, Robin? Robin. Witness the will of the weak? Chucking the fucking astral express at Sunday? How Sunday literally and metaphorically attacks us with music? The boss switching faces to look more like Ena’s puppet form at the end? I love it.

Story wise, it’s an amazing way to end Penacony. Harmony vs the Order, Robin vs Sunday, Everyone vs the Family. The shot where Robin catches Sunday is like engraved into my brain. The fact that he’s the bird who can’t fly and she’s the own who can, so he plummets and she flies to save him. How only when we defeat Sunday, can he be truly free.

“People dream because one day they will wake up “ UGHHHH RAAAAAAAAAA. I can’t express why this line is just so fucking good, but I will try. In your dreams, you experience a warped version of reality. Perhaps it’s what you want to see, perhaps it’s what you don’t want to see, perhaps it’s something else entirely. In this, dreams mirror life. They prepare us to live, they give us experiences we might never have in reality, they show us possibilities we may or may not encounter. However, dreams are fleeting and you will eventually wake up. That’s why people want to dream, because they want to experience reality, every part of it, the good and the bad, even the unimaginable, just without the consequences.

So when you inevitably wake up, and the dreams are no more, the only thing that remains are the memories of those dreams. Those dear memories, which you learn from again and again and again. So you dream, again, and again, and again, because only in reality can you appreciate and learn from the dream, and only in the dream can you truly understand reality. I can’t really phrase why I adore this line, so hopefully you can at least get an idea from this.

I honestly struggle to explain why I love 2.2 (and Penacony as a whole) in general, if I were to try, I’d probably say I just really love power of friendship plots. Call it corny or stupid, you are wrong! Incorrect! People coming together to support one another and achieve a common goal is the best thing ever! I adore how so many different factions with their own goals and philosophies and motives and methods from across the universe of hsr come together to fight for their freedom. To work well, in Harmony. To prove that no matter who or what you are, your life does not and should not be defined by Order.

So yeah, it’s great, hopefully I can phrase why it’s great in the future but for now I hope this satisfies

[devildomwriter]

What Have I Done?

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Simeon walked the corridors in the dark of night towards the sound of a faint knock on the front door.

No one else was awake in Purgatory Hall, not even Solomon doing experiments. He’d gotten distracted writing, too distracted to notice how late it had become.

He worried at first it may be a demon up to no good, here to pick on the exchange students, but he was startled to open the door and find you.

You shook from the frigid air of the Devildom night, and the bright moon was blocked by clouds to make it worse.

“Hey, Simeon,” you rasped. Your throat was dry and your nose was red and leaking slightly, it was obvious to Simeon that you had been crying.

“MC, what brings you here so late at night?” He asked with a distressed look on his face as he ushered you inside where it was warm.

You stayed silent for a moment, unsure if Simeon was the right person to talk to but the kindness and worry in his eyes reassured you it was safe.

“I-I really just need to talk to you about something,” you admitted and he seemed to relax a little, glad to know you weren’t hurt and hadn’t been chased to his doorstep.

“Yes, of course,” he said and with his hand against your back guided you to the living room and handed you a blanket draped against the back of the couch for you to wrap yourself up in.

He turned to walk away, “I’ll go make us something,” he said but you grabbed the end of his cape to prevent him from leaving.

“No thank you, I just need to talk,” you said hurriedly, slight panic in your voice.

His brows furrowed in concern and he nodded and sat next to you. He took your hands in his and met your eyes, asking calmly “MC, tell me what’s happened.”

You bit your lip and looked down for a moment in guilt.

“I can tell you anything right?” You asked.

“Always, MC.” He smiled softly.

“And you won’t judge?”

He paused for a brief moment and shook his head, “I won’t. I promise.”

You let out a deep breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in all this time and without meeting his eyes confessed. “I’ve done something I think God will never forgive me for…”

His hands tightened around yours and he pulled you in closer to him as he shook his head.

“That’s not true MC, my father forgives all, no matter what it is you’ve done.”

He waited for your response and you asked somewhat coldly, “All? Even Lucifer and his brothers.”

Simeon froze, a dark look in his eyes—pained, even.

Slowly he answered “…he did. He did forgive them, but… there needed to be consequences, irreversible ones.”

You eyed him closely shocked by his response. You had honestly never thought for a moment they’d be forgiven. Simeon avoided your eyes as he stared into the distance.

“MC, they started a war, they killed our family…they wanted to commit patricide against the creator of all—the creator of them. I admit…it looks as though they were never forgiven…but I assure you even Lucifer was forgiven.” He sighed, having struggled to talk about the most painful memories in his life.

You hugged him, regretting bringing up the topic. He smiled and patted your head, running his fingers through your hair.

“Now what on earth could be bad enough that you’re comparing it to the celestial war?” He was no longer stressed to hear your answer, after all, if even Lucifer was forgiven for his attempted coup, then surely you, a sweet little lamb, would be forgiven too.

Your grip on his hand tightened and the fear showed in your eyes again, his expression sullied as he saw this and leaned in closer as you spoke very quietly.

“But even though they were forgiven… they’ll never go to heaven…” your voice trembled and he rubbed your back reassuringly.

“MC, please. Calm down, take a deep breath, and tell me what you’ve done.”

There was a long pause before you confessed to him in a shaking voice softer than a whisper.

“I’ve fallen in love with the devil’s son.”

[kingsdespair-if]

I want angst!!! How would the ROS react to the MC staggering into their shared house to be beat up? Someone Robbed the MC and left some nasty scars.

Hello, dear.

Oh my god, who hurt you, dear anon? 😂

But alright, if it's angst you want, then angst I shall deliver!

~

The door to their house stands wide open, revealing broken windows and signs of a violent struggle in every room. The Slayer lies on the ground amidst the chaos, covered in blood and bruises, their arm clearly broken, cuts scattered across their body, and their clothes torn from the intense battle.

Their breath come in heavy gasps as they struggle to avoid choking on their own blood, teetering between consciousness and unconsciousness.

~ Amisha's senses detect the scent of blood from a considerable distance, prompting her to sprint back as swiftly as possible. Unfortunately, the assailants had already vanished by the time she returned. Hastily, she enters the house and finds her beloved one lying on the floor, shattered and gravely injured. A conflict arises within Amisha, torn between pursuing those responsible for this heinous act and staying to provide assistance. But witnessing her beloved in such a vulnerable state, she could never abandon her in such a manner.

Kneeling beside her loved one, Amisha gently cradles the Slayer's head in her lap, attempting to soothe their labored breathing. She had witnessed her partner's injuries before, but never to this extent. A sharp ache pierces her heart. "It's alright, my love, I'm here with you. I'm sorry, so sorry. You'll be alright, just please don't leave me. I'll find a safe place for you, I'll fetch a healer. You'll recover, I promise… Please…" tears well up in her eyes as fear tightens its grip on her heart.

~ Veleena's trained eyes immediately detect something amiss from the unknown footprints on the doorway. Carefully stepping inside, she hides in the shadows, searching for intruders. Her steps are silent as she avoids the broken glass on the floor. When she spots the Slayer sprawled on the ground, all caution is abandoned. She falls to her knees beside them, her eyes wide with desperation. Uncertain of what to do, her voice comes out slow and low, barely a whisper.

"What happened…? Who…" Her voice trails off as her eyes scan her loved one, who is barely breathing. Her stoic face contorts with despair as she reaches for a clean cloth, gently wiping away the blood from the Slayer's face. "Shhh, I know… Rest now. I'll take care of you, I'll take care of everything."

The night is not over yet; Slayer's blood will not be the last she sees.

~ Khalid enters the house, accompanied by his guards. He doesn't care about the house or the money or the ruined expensive furniture at the moment. He can replace them all, but no amount of money can bring back his loved one. When he finds the Slayer almost unconscious, he immediately orders his guards to bring the best healer and sends others to hunt down the attackers. No one dares to mess with a Xa'aron Prince, and no one hurts his loved ones without facing consequences. He will make sure they pay for their actions with their lives. He spends the next few hours sitting motionless beside his partner, watching as they suffer in their sleep.

~ Veldon went out to purchase a few gifts for his partner and gather ingredients for a special dinner. He always enjoyed taking care of and spoiling his loved ones, so he anticipated a delightful evening as he made his way back home. However, his excitement quickly turned to panic when he noticed the open door and broken windows. Without hesitation, he dropped the bags and rushed inside the house.

His heart sank when he saw the Slayer, covered in blood. Instantly, Veldon scooped up his partner in his strong arms and carried them outside to where his horse was tethered. With great care, he managed to place the Slayer on the saddle and mounted behind them, holding them tightly against his chest. He urged the horse forward, desperately racing towards the castle in search of help.

"No, no, no, no. This is all my fault. I should have been here. I'm so sorry, my love. I have failed once again. Please, stay awake, my darling. Stay with me. Don't speak, don't sleep."

~ Kaellë, filled with fear, musters up courage and enters the house in search of the Slayer. Once she locates them, her professional healer instincts take over, pushing aside her fear and worry. She focuses solely on her task at hand, needing to be composed and efficient.

Within moments, she begins using her healing magic, mending broken bones and closing wounds. Her attention remains fixed on her work, with no distractions or deviations.

After completing her healing, she finally allows herself to release her emotions. Collapsing onto the Slayer, she clings to them tightly, sobbing and pleading.

"Why would you do something so reckless? Don't put me through this, don't fight, just run. I can't bear the thought of losing you, please, I beg you… I cannot fix everything, I cannot fix death."

~ Mauthak is furious. He sees red. He destroys the remaining furniture that the bandits hadn't already broken. With the Slayer in one hand and his great axe in the other, he storms towards the city. After ensuring the Slayer is well taken care of, he follows the attackers. He can't wait to find them and have some fun. Their heads will be on stakes. No one messes with the Master of the Orc army. No one messes with his most precious possession.

~ Secret's eyes sparkle at the sight of the Slayer's blood. Oh, how delicious. But wait, Secret is not the reason why there is blood on the Slayer's body; the Slayer is hurt, suffering. Secret would never allow anyone except themselves to taste the Slayer's blood. Oh, no.

Secret easily lifts the Slayer and gently places them on their bed. They are unsure of how to care for someone who is injured; they don't know how to heal wounds. But Secret knows how to hurt, how to hunt, how to kill. They know how to protect what is theirs and punish those who cross them.

Once Secret discovers the individuals responsible for causing harm to their soulmate, they will not be content with merely inflicting torture and death upon them. No, Secret will relentlessly pursue their entire families, decimate their entire village, and obliterate any trace of their name and existence from the world.

Following this ruthless pursuit, Secret returns home to revel in the comforting presence of their soulmate. They will diligently attend to the Slayer, gently licking and cleaning away the blood and tending to their wounds with as much care as they can.

[insurrection-if]

Are any of the ROs (and minor ROs) Yandere? Some seems like it

（；^ω^） Aha, to various degrees, some ROs may fall into (or near) that category. I'm not confident in actively applying the label on anyone other than Dearil (hence his minor route being harder to access / more forewarned than the others), due to his openness towards violence, possessiveness, and obsession in the realm of 'love'.

Mishka may be second place for the title of yandere, but I wouldn't necessarily claim that's what they are (though perhaps the archetype is applicable in the eyes of others). Mishka is very willing to go to extreme lengths for the appeasement and (in their eyes) well-being of the ones they love, and they may oftentimes find themself on the brink of acting autonomously in this manner with little fear of consequence towards their actions . . . but, in reality, they can remain somewhat harmless if firmly 'leashed' by an expressed and heartfelt want for them to not act in such a way. This is witnessable in their platonic relationship with Fyodor, their first instinct and urging always being to kill whoever is perceived as a threat to him, yet a firm rejection from Fyodor silences them into a brooding (and rigid) tolerance towards the unwanted presence. Mishka, however, while very devotional to their love is not so much obsessive, and even less so possessive (instead falling more into being dangerously protective). They talk a lot, and what they say can be very concerning to hear, but their capability to act is strongly capped by whoever holds their heart. And rather than greedily and relentlessly pinning the object of their affection down beneath the iron grip of their claim, Mishka is instead one to eternally pine and crave the affection of their heart's desire with no expectation to ever have a drop of their love be genuinely returned.

Fyodor can display associations to the yandere archetype, especially in terms of turning from sweet to deadly, but I would only ever go so far as to call him a 'soft yandere', maybe. His love can border on obsessive, reigned back and sometimes spilling over that brink, and its influence can be as harmful to him (and others) as much as it is reformative. It is no secret that he does often venerates his love to unhealthy levels. If push came to shove, he is also capable of some truly heinous acts on behalf of the MC, though it would come with a crushing sense of compounded guilt and shame once removed from the immediacy / intensity of the situation. Mm, but to call him full-on yandere . . . eh, I'm not so sure. Fyodor may loath separations with his love, but not so much so he would insistently stalk them without their knowledge (◯ロ◯) - he would more so be very clingy and drag out their departures as long as he can before anticipating their reunions with warm excitement. He would kill, harm, maim, disfigure, etc. with the simple command of a word or look from the MC (deep in their romance), but he would not do so on a whim / suspicion / urge born from jealousy or possessiveness. It's not as though Fyodor is intentionally portraying a two-faced persona to lure in the MC only to then reveal the "true depths of his perilous obsession". Fyodor knows he struggles with mental and emotional instability (for which he seeks help, currently, through his association with the CARDINALS) and tries to be honest about his state of being, though his skewed perception of himself and his actions may make him seem like a "wolf in sheep's clothing" to many. Much of his violent tendencies are a byproduct of lifelong nurture, associating it with expressions of love through service, and will wither in time with the necessary support. His borderline (if not outright) obsessiveness as well can temper itself with time, easing into something healthier and more stable (but still not losing its sense of reverence and passion) as Fyodor recovers from the influence past relationships scarred upon him. My (personal) verdict: Fyodor is dangerous, and lovesick, but not yandere. d(´￢｀)b

Other ROs such as Elouan, Sigmund, Kamiko, and Jae are capable of doing some questionable stuff for the sake of their loved ones (especially romantic partners) but they lack the depth of obsessiveness / possessiveness / mental or emotional instability to really reach yandere levels. Sigmund and Kamiko have strong levels of devotion, but not the obsession or a degree of possessiveness to warrant a yandere label. Elouan and Jae have a comparatively open attitude towards cruel or violent means in the name of their love, but not to a degree of extreme irrationality and certainly not out of a jealousy / possessiveness towards their partner.

Niccolò, Curadora, Akil, and Imka are far cries from anything yandere. (Other than, perhaps, someone initially mistaking Niccolò's open curiosity towards all there is to know about the MC as obsession.) Mutya has issues with her anger (sometimes intense enough to be considered wrath), but her emotional outbursts are by no means 'yandere'. Lempo lacks any of the jealousy, possession, violence, or obsession of a yandere as well, even if she can pose as arguably problematic in other ways. Retriever can be horribly quick to jump the gun on commitment, diving too fast and too deep into new relationships, but he doesn't have the dangerous qualities or delusions of a yandere - just different degrees of obliviousness and misguided passion. Bones is not yandere but has his own set of issues all the same, haha! ╮( ╯∀╰)╭

Thank you for the ask! (･⌄･)b

[linkbetweenlinksau]

What are each of the links relationships to their respective Zelda’s? Friends? Lovers? Strangers? Enemies? Family?

I hope you’re ready for an essay cuz that’s what you’re gonna get!

Sky: his Zelda is his lover! Idk how I’m gonna do their relationship… cuz the Sky arc that I’ve been working on is outdated and doesn’t match the new story of lbl so that’s super complicated lol. But he worries over her constantly and gets nervous when they’re apart. Separation anxiety am I right?? Groose is his best friend and they mean the world to me guys. They’re both himbos but groose is at least a smart himbo so he keeps Sky safe from doing super stupid things. He’s also really good friends with everyone in skyloft! Tho he had some rough patches with some of them after the events of skord for reasons, he’s doing fine now! And Sky is kinda awkward around strangers. He’s friendly and curious around them but compared to skyloft he’s never met them before so he says and does weird stuff, but he’s also chill so it doesn’t matter all that much. And Sky doesn’t have a family. Gaepora is an honorary father figure but overall his family is dead. So rip. His enemies are dead now but they were the only people he hated.

Minish: he and his Zelda are very very close! Best friends! Minish cares a lot about her and her well-being. Minish is good friends with all the Minish and with his Malon! Now… I’m kinda stuck on the lovers thing… cuz idk if it’s right to have Minish with someone? He’s the same size as an 8 year old and I’ve been trying to at least make his face look more 17ish, but I might make him a little bit more muscular since he’s a blacksmith and is very strong, but idk if I’d even be comfortable having him be a couple with someone else. Idk. I’ll see how you guys feel about it tho. Minish struggles with strangers, they think he’s kinda strange cuz he’s built like an 8 year old but is actually 17. He’s nice enough to them and he tries to be friendly but overall he keeps to himself. The major enemy that has affected him terribly was Vaati. He was 8 when he faced Vaati and he almost died (Hylia was the reason why he lived), and then he faced Vaati again during Four Swords (he was the first four swords guy, the one that takes place after MC). So Vaati is a bad subject for him.and then the only family that’s alive is his grandfather and while he is strict and scary, Minish loves his grandpa and they’re very close.

Time: his relationship with Zelda is complicated, cuz the Zelda in the adult timeline was someone he was super close with and was also in love with, however the Zelda in the child timeline is not the same person he loved. They barely know each other, and while the Zelda is nice, Time doesn’t know how to talk to her, plus when he told her about Ganondorf, he was more focused on finding Navi, so he didn’t stick around for that long. But he does care a lot about her, after all her influence helped him in Majoras Mask. Time doesn’t really have any friends, he never had the motivation to rekindle the friendships he had after what had happened. The only reason why he’s with Talon and Malon is cuz Talon was nice enough to take care of him when he was sick and alone. Aaaand cuz of that he fell in love with Malon and was able to accept that the timeline he is in is one he’s gonna be in for the rest of his life. He loves Malon a lot and he tells her everything, Talon doesn’t believe everything he says (but he will with my dumb crack au lol). Time is pretty intimidating around strangers but really he’s just as intimidated as they are. With enemies… the major one he’s looking out for is the FD, everyone else is either dead or suffering the consequences of their actions.

Legend: his relationship with Zelda is also pretty complicated. They are very close and have a lot in common, however, Tulip really loves Legend, but he doesn’t know how he feels since he hasn’t moved on from Marin. He’s confused around Tulip to say the least. I haven’t played enough of Legend’s games to think of anything for friends lol. Every enemy he has is dead, but he’s still upset about Ganondorf and Aghahim (idk how to spell his name bruh) since they killed his uncle. And last but not least, he has no family left, his uncle was murdered right in front of him

Hyrule: I’m taking a lot of creative liberties with him lol. He and Peony are super close and Peony has a HUGE crush on him. Hyrule respects Rose, and she is a lot older than him but she’s still a good friend to him. Hyrule is good friends with that secret Moblin, and he overall is a lovable himbo so a lot of people like him. The biggest enemies are the monsters trying to sacrifice him to Ganondorf, but luckily Ganon is dead so he doesn’t worry about him (or does he???) and he does have a living family! He just doesn’t know them or remember them! And he hasn’t met them in this au so he doesn’t know that exist! This is just a personal headcanon of mine so you can ask about his fam like… later or on my main blog.

Twilight: he and Zelda have a rooough relationship. They’re both so different from each other and Nebula comes off as cold and blunt which drives Twi crazy. They only really got along when they needed to and because Midna was a mutual friend, but overall they don’t like each other all that much. I’d say twilight has some good friendships, except he’s been isolating himself from everyone, but the resistance still talk to him and he’s still best buds with Fado, and Illia is still his best friend. For lovers, he still loves Midna and hasn’t really thought about anyone else. He kinda felt pressured to get with Illia so he doesn’t end up with her since she deserves someone who loves her the same way she loves him. Twi is pretty kind to strangers, all I can say. All his enemies are dead and the biggest enemy he’s facing rn is heartbreak. And family. Ah. I love his family more than life itself. His biological family is not alive but he was adopted by Rusl and Uli and they are such doting parents who try to help him feel better about what happened and stuff. And Colin adores him still and Rela (his new baby sister) is a baby and doesn’t know what’s going on but yeah. I love his family and Twi loves his family too. He’s just struggling with life rn so he hasn’t been with them a whole lot.

Four: ok, all the colors care a lot for Lily, Green has a crush on her however the others just see her as a really good friend. They grew up together since Four’s mom died when he was 3 months old, and the king was kind enough to let him be raised with Lily while his father was working, so they’re super close. Red has a BIG crush on Erune (from the manga), Blue is too focused on his teenage angst rn and Vio just does not care about love atm so it’s really only Green and Red with crushes lol. I suppose after lbl they’ll have their own friends except for Blue (who again is going through teenage angst rn) but ye. Green is polite and kind to strangers, Red is happy and joyful around strangers, Vio is rude but respectful enough towards strangers, and Blue is just pissed off all the time so strangers are scared of him. Their main enemy is gone now so they’re just kinda dealing with the affects of the four sword rn. And lastly family, their father. My absolute beloved. Their father is a very strict and serious man but he’s very worrisome and doting over his children (and Lily too. He kinda looked after her when he father died). They look up to him and want his approval, mostly Blue is struggling with the relationship tho (I just have a lotta thoughts on Blue ok??)

Windy: he wants to get maaaaaarrieeeeeddddd to tetra cuz he loves her so much and is such a loveable ray of sun shine around her while she looks pissed off all the time and I ADORE them. Telink is TOP tier. Windy is good friends with everyone since he’s just so sweet and mature but also very goofy and fun and strangers adore him cuz he’s polite around them. The biggest enemies rn are just dumb pirates and stuff, but Ganondorf really affected him negatively, so that’s a guy he hates. And family! I’m kinda basing his relationship with Aryll on my relationship with my older brother. Aryll looks up to him and Windy just looks out for her. His relationship with grandma is good and he adores her very much. Now for my favorite character friggin LINEBECK. He BASICALLY adopted Windy and Aryll, and Windy loves him very much cuz he’s a father figure who was able to stay, since his other father figures kept dying, but Linebeck is here to stay so he loves being around him. He’s also pretty anxious about his well-being cuz you know, father figures are always dying. Actually Windy is very happy on the surface but he’s EXTREMELY anxious about everyone’s wellbeing and feels responsible for them constantly. So oof

Spirit: he and phantom have such middle school crushes on each other and they’re very close and are best friends and they mean the world to me cuz they are so frigging cute and chaotic and yeah. I don’t think Spirit has too many friends except for Phantom, Niko and Alfonzo but they’re more like mentor figures than anything and Phantom is his Zelda but yeah. He’s kind and respectable around strangers except with his mutism it’s hard for him and others to communicate with him, and some rude people don’t have the patience for him to write everything down. He doesn’t have any major enemies and he doesn’t have any family so there’s that.

Age: he and Rune are good friends, tho they had an awkward moment since Rune had a one sided love for him, but now they’re close friends. Age is close with the champions and they’re all just vibing together, plus we can’t forget his friendship with Impa! They’re bffs! His lover is Mipha and they are engaaaaged and he loves her very much and it’s cute. Age is very proper and polite so strangers respect him enough. And then enemies are just random monsters or rogue yiga clan members and he’s mostly annoyed by them at this point. And he might have a living family, but Nintendo won’t explore him or his life so we’ll see when totk comes out with his family. If they still refuse to explore his life then I’ll just go with some headcanons. I do know that he def has a grandfather and a little sister, but it’s unknown if his father is alive, but I like to think he is.

Wild: Wild cares a lot for Poppy, it’s mostly just an instinct in him to care about and protect her even tho he doesn’t remember her all that well. Wild is kinda doing his own thing and vibing and he’s good friends with a lot people, like Beedle, Teba, Riju, Sidon, and Yunobo, so he’s not entirely friendless minus the champions that… you know… died. He doesn’t have any lovers, he would love Poppy but he can tell that there’s something there that’s keeping it from happening, that being him not being the same person he was 100 years ago, that guy being the person Poppy did Love, so he doesn’t dwell on it too much. He just vibes. Wild is fun with strangers cuz he’s sarcastic, punny, and weird and people like that fhdkdbjdbdkdb. Wild’s major enemies are yiga who are still trying to kill him and stuff, and tho they’re annoying they are still a threat to him. I’m not gonna go too much into it since totk needs to come out but yeah. And the family situation? Yeah they’re def dead by now. Kass is kind enough to invite him over for dinner from time to time tho so he greatly appreciates that.

Warriors: he and Queen Zelda are always pining after each other but they don’t actually do anything about it so they’re just super awkward and flirty and it drives everyone crazy like just KISS already. But Queen is really the only person he can comfortably open up to, and same thing with her. Around each other, they aren’t tied to any status or anything, they’re just people, friends hanging out, so they care deeply for each other. Warriors has a lot of good friends but he’s not super close with them, but he wants to be, he just doesn’t know how to. He actually used to have a stutter but with Proxi there to speak for him and with other help he’s able to talk normally, but he’s still very anxious around people. My warriors isn’t very smooth or confident he just looks pissed all the time but is socially anxious lol. He’s just like Time fr. He is good friends with Impa and Lana tho and he misses the people from different eras. His biggest enemies are dead however one major enemy that is still alive is Cia, who is really the only person he despises, but Cia doesn’t at all remember the details of what she did, so his hatred towards her is confusing for him cuz is it ok for him to hate her so much? She doesn’t remember anything and she’s good now so should he just move on? But yeaaah it’s a rough situation. And the only living family member is Linkle! His twin sister who he did not remember existing. They’re close enough, he gets annoyed with her sometimes but he still cares about her

[danmei-confessions]

throwing myself into the snake pits with this but.... mxtx is not the greatest writer to ever write. her stories can be very flat, and she struggles with any character who isnt the main couple.

ive never been able to finish any of priests works, but from what ive read of similar works by meatbun and tjq both have a more nuanced take on world building and meatbun is just a straight up better writer. i think that the fandoms (mdzs tgcf AND svsss to some extent) tend to put her on a pedestal thats (imo) slightly undeserved. Her plots arent that complex and her villains are, while with understandable motives, generally undeveloped, and their popularity and depth seems majorly subsidized by fandom.

same goes with the themes of her work, where they're either forced upon you or else subtle enough to need an essay of reasoning. not to mention her characters struggles can sometimes be a tad... alienating? i cant think of the exact word, but the mc's tend to be very wrapped up in their own problems (which is fine!) but its sometimes at the cost of seeing how theyre affecting the world around them. with wangxian and hualian especially (though my boy binghe does in svsss too, just in a more unhinged way), the ml's don't really challenge our mcs. even if they know what their partner's doing wrong, they p much unconditionally support them or at least dont pressure them into challenging their ideas. the ml's growth, if there is any, is done off screen, and any changing isn't by the protag but by outside efforts. like, wwx doesnt really change? like hes not really learning anything he didnt already know (demonic cultivation = not good) and besides jin ling he doesn't really face any personal consequences (as in, the opposition is always either a group, faceless background characters, or characters who didn't have that much of a personal connection to him pre-death)(jiang cheng doesnt count for much bc wwx avoids him like the plague, jc would rather die than talk emotions with his brother, and both of them misunderstand why the other is Like That post return)

ahhh anyway i hope this made sense! i still love these characters, but i do think ive matured enough as a person and a especially as a writer to be a little more critical of them!

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[openheartfanfics]

ETHAN RAMSEY X F!MC SMUT & NSFW

ONE SHOTS D-F

Dance with me - @perriewinklenerdie

Date Night Part Two - @lem-20 

Delicioso - @takemyopenheart Dominant Ethan speaking Spanish. That’s it. That’s the summary.

Déjà Vu - @openheartthot Ethan and Camille’s dinner plans devolve into something a bit less…sophisticated. Sequel to Layers, set during OH:SY chapter 13.

Desire - @coffeeheartaddict2  Post country club to when Casey wakes Ethan up to tell him that she has figured out what is wrong with Naveen from Casey’s perspective.  [1.15]

Desk Job - @aworldoffandoms  Ethan struggles to keep his composure when he has some unexpected company with the arrival of his girlfriend, Harper Emery, while on the job. Feat. Harper x Ethan x MC

Dinner with Chief Ramsey - @choiceskatie   Ethan gets a special visitor when he fails to come home from the hospital.

Dirty Talk - @jamespotterthefirst   Their workout session takes a steamy turn.

Distracted Art Appreciation - @queenbirbs  It takes him fifty-six days in the jungle to get over her. Or, well, so he thought.

Do It For Me - @usuallyamazinglyaverage  MC’s accidental slip-up has consequences. Kinktober: daddy kink, dirty talk, dry humping, hair pulling, begging, restraints and swallowing

Doctor’s Orders - @boneandfur “You have no idea how much i want you.”

Doctor’s Orders - @jamespotterthefirst   His knees crack when it matters the most.

Distracting - @jamespotterthefirst   Ethan is never going to meet that deadline when his wife looks that distracting.

Dreams - @the-pale-goddess   Ethan and Tiffany have sex dreams and things turn steamy.

Early morning - @perriewinklenerdie

Early Morning Sex - @daddyethanramsey 

Edenbrook’s Picture Day - @lapisreviewsstuff 

Encore - @rookie-ramsey  MC and Ethan have an evening well spent.

End this nonsense - @perriewinklenerdie

Escapade - @jamespotterthefirst 🦃 A quick getaway in a coat closet during a friend’s party.

Everybody Hurts Sometimes - @coffeeheartaddict2 📚Ⓜ [extended: series] Casey is a top intern at Edenbrook, Ethan is the lead of Diagnostics. 

Part 1: Fun In the Sun ♥ 

Everything - @lem-20  Ethan and MC spend the night at his apartment after his love confession. 3.16 missing scene

“𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅” - @aag8  5 years later everything has changed for them.

Fantasy - @xxtraord1nary  Ethan gets caught up in a steamy fantasy about Charlotte, his protégé who continues to plague his mind.

Fantasy - @lsvdw-blog  Write a fantasy one of them has about the other.

Fatherly Advice - @shewillreadyou  At the advice of Naveen, Rhyann uses her feminine wiles to persuade her fiance to join her for a charity benefit in the form of a costume party. Kinktober Day 4: Uniforms and Deep-throating. Feat. Platonic Naveen

Feel It - @togetherwearerapture

Feel Me - @perriewinklenerdie  OH3 Chapter 11 added content. Round two after Ethan’s love confession.

Fever - @ofmischiefandmedicine   After an evening full of temptation, Ethan Ramsey must face the inevitable truth – Laura Levchenko is a woman impossible to forget.

Fight - @starrystarrytrouble Ethan and MC are fighting and everyone at Edenbrook knows it.

Flight of Fancy - @takeharryandgo  Ethan reflects on the night in Miami while flying home to Boston.

Florals - @jamespotterthefirst  Ethan is a fan of that floral dress on her.

Fire & Desire - @heauxplesslydevoted After the funeral, Naomi heads to Ethan’s apartment for comfort. Let’s pretend that 30 diamond scene in chapter 12 didn’t happen, okay?

Follemente Innamorata - @helloayz  Ethan will finally tell those words to Anj

For Lost Time - @jamespotterthefirst They continue to make up for lost time after their encounter in his car. Set during the events of Book 2, Chapter 12

For The First Time - @the-writerly-night-owl  They finally took that next step in their relationship and Ethan loved every bit of it.

For The Love of Texting - @takeharryandgo  He hates texting, but he doesn’t hate it quite so much when he’s texting her. Return of the sexting.

Forbidden Fruits - @coffeeheartaddict2 It is the end of the first day for the new batch of interns and one in particular catches the eye of Ethan. [1.2]

Forever and Always - @takemyopenheart What happens now that Ethan and Luz finally get a moment to themselves in the office?

Forget You - @takeharryandgo  Meredith is finally, resolutely done with him. Well, almost.  Set shortly after book 2, ch 8.

Fourteen Hours - @writinghereandthere  Dr Ramsey and Mariana work through the aftermath of an accidental night together while on-call.

Free Pass - @justanotherrookie 🍘 Ethan, Tobias and MC threesome

Freed From Desire - @whenyourheartskipsabeat  A soundproof room.