#he might also just be hungry but he seems to be mostly curious

[ruthlesslistener]

Toast is turning out to be a fearless and exploratory sort

[bizarrelittlemew]

going down (with the ship)

[ explicit, s1e4 canon-divergent, Ed/Stede, ao3 ]

"It's September 1st, boss." "What's that, mate?" "It's September the 1st." "Dickfuck, no it's not."

Turns out it is. Dickfucking damnit.

And now Ed is lying spread out on the sofa in the captain's cabin, drinking brandy straight from the bottle and waiting for the sea to take him. At least it's some damn smooth brandy. All things considered, not the worst thing to be the last thing to taste on this Earth.

Unless—

Well. Ever since seeing him naked when they switched clothes earlier, Ed had kinda started to hope that he'd get a taste of Stede Bonnet at some point. Hadn't planned on bringing it up this early, though. He hasn't even had time to plan how he'd go about that. And he likes a good plan.

But plans have already betrayed him tonight, and if they're going down with the ship anyway, what's the harm in asking?

Now he just needs a smooth opener.

"Have you ever tried fellatio?"

Or, like, dive right in.

Stede looks up. Looks somewhere between surprised, bemused, and curious, but not horrified. That's something.

"You mean sucking dick?"

"Whuh—" Ed nearly chokes on that, like he'd like to choke on—anyway, he clears his throat. Did not expect that from this fancy man. Promising, though. "I mean, yeah. Yep. Or like, getting your dick sucked."

"Can't say I have, no. Unfortunately."

"Unfortunately?"

"Unfortunately."

They let that hang in the air for a bit, just looking at each other.

"Well... uhm. Do you wanna?" Real smooth, Teach.

Stede's lips curl into a slightly nervous but mostly excited smile.

"I guess there's no time like the present."

"Not much time at all, mate."

And the nervousness completely dissipates, replaced by sheer eagerness as Stede nearly trips over himself in his haste to get out of his arm chair, falls to the floor, walks on his knees to Ed's side, and starts unbuttoning the fall front on his breeches before Ed can catch up to what is happening.

"Wow, hey, I meant—you know what, never mind." Ed is not going to protest if Stede really wants to suck his dick, even if he imagined it the other way around, and damn, it seems that Stede really, really wants to suck his dick. He wonders if all fancy, rich lads are this hungry for cock. Maybe that's why they're like that.

Maybe not. Ed gets a feeling that Stede is different.

Different from anyone else who has ever touched Ed's dick before, too, and oh god, Stede is touching—licking his dick, sucking the head into his mouth and moaning, going at it as if Ed's cock contains the secret that might save them all if only Stede can suck it out.

Ed groans and buries his fingers into Stede's hair just as he starts bobbing his head, making up for any lack of finesse with pure enthusiasm, and okay, Ed is more than a bit bitter about this being his last night alive, because if this is Stede's baseline, Ed would've liked to be along for the ride while Stede developed his skill to its full potential.

Too bad that it will all be ending too soon—their lives, and the glorious experience of stuffing Stede's face full of his cock, because the way Stede closes his eyes and sucks around him is rapidly drawing Ed closer to the edge.

He only just manages to warn Stede before he comes, tries tugging at his hair to let him know he might want to pull off, but Stede just hums with encouragement and takes him deeper.

If this is to be his last orgasm, he might have found peace with his fate.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Ed slumps, staring up at the ceiling, then takes a swig of the bottle still in the hand he isn't using to pet Stede's head. He is just about ready for the sea to swallow him up like Stede just swallowed him down.

And yet.

Ed got a good look at Stede's equipment earlier, and he's still determined to get the close-up experience. Also, there is a sizeable bulge at the front of Stede's—Ed's—pants, and if Stede comes in his leathers, it will sort of suck to clean them up later. In case there is a 'later', if they somehow miraculously escape this.

"Alright, c'mere." Ed pats his chest.

"What?"

"Come up here, fuck my face."

"Are you—what?" Stede looks like one big question mark, but despite that, he is already climbing onto the sofa above Ed, knees on either side of his shoulders.

"C'mon, we don't have much time."

Stede opens the fall front, letting his cock spring free. Ed licks his lips.

"Maybe I can choke to death on cock before the Spanish get me."

"Let's try to avoid that, shall we?"

Ed is not sure he agrees, and shows it by grabbing Stede's hips and shoving him forward, taking in as much as he can of it in one go, which turns out to be half of it. Stede's yelp turns into a groan, and he quickly gets the picture, soon thrusting into Ed's mouth with rough abandon. He turns out to be even more of a natural at face-fucking than cock-sucking.

Yup, this is a much better last thing to taste (and fill his throat). Only surpassed by the last last thing, the taste of Stede as he coats his tongue with come. Ed doesn't even get emotional over the sweet things Stede babbles as he comes, all while stroking Ed's cheek with his thumb.

Okay, maybe he gets a little emotional. Mostly sad that he doesn't have time to do this, like, five hundred times more. At least.

As Stede sits heavily on Ed's chest, catching his breath, still mumbling something, Ed blinks and turns his head to the side. Catches sight of the thing Stede had been sitting with in the chair, the thing he dropped in his rush to get on his knees by Ed's side.

"What's that painting?"

[onepiecestarry]

A Different Kind of Pirate - Part 3

Zoro x Reader

Masterlist

A bit of a longer one since it might take me a couple days for the next part, enjoy! :)

Part 3: Jealousy

After a couple more days of sailing, you all meet with the heart pirates. Their submarine pulling up to The Sunny so they could come aboard. Each one of them walks onto The Sunny as Nami ushers them to the kitchen where you all could meet to talk about the plan. 

You had never seen the heart pirates before, you had heard about Law and his plans but it was your first time seeing him in person. And apparently, it was Law’s as well since he kept staring at you. It got to the point where you decided to just go sit down inside since you had no idea why he was staring. Oblivious to this, everyone else settles into the dining area to discuss. Luffy and Robin are next to you, while you are awkwardly across from Law. 

“When’d you get a new crew member Luffy?” Law asks the captain. 

“Oh! y/n is just catching a ride to the next island, but we are all trying to get them to stay.” He says with a big smile and laugh. 

“You know it's dangerous having someone with that big of a bounty on board, they could mess up this whole mission.” He states firmly.

“What are you talking about?” Nami asks Law, then looks at you. You sit watching with a bit of panic. Robin grabs your hand under the table and squeezes it as everyone turns to look at you. In the corner, Zoro leans against the wall with an eyebrow raised, curious about what you’ll say.

“Well, yeah, so you know how I told you about how I go island to island helping people? A lot of that was taking down dirty marines or horrible pirates, mostly marines though. So it caused my bounty to go up by a lot. But I also started with a bounty, I can explain that another time.” You say rubbing the back of your neck shyly. You never really wanted to mention this part as it doesn’t really matter to you. 

“So what is your bounty?” Frankie asks.

“675 million.” Law states. “And if someone recognizes her at Dressrosa it could mess everything up, and someone will, I mean look at her.”

“Hey, what is that supposed to mean!” You glare at Law.

“It means you are too pretty and too recognizable,” Zoro says looking at Law. “But so is everyone in this room, we all have high bounties, so y/n’s is no exception. So this shouldn’t mean she is off the mission. It means we all must find disguises.” Zoro says giving Law a look that could kill.

“Zoro’s right, we need disguises if we are going to do this.” Nami agrees.

The rest of the afternoon was spent planning the attack, eventually, everyone got hungry so Sanji quickly made dinner for both crews. Everyone then moved outside to the fire pit, as per usual. The crews decided to celebrate coming together with food, drinks, and music. You sat on the bench swing, not too close but not too far from everyone else. You observed Nami and Robin dancing together, making you giggle. Luffy playing games with Law’s secondhand man. And Zoro, against the wall drinking as he usually does. Your eyes meet and you smile, waving him over to join you, but before you can see his reaction Law steps in front of you. 

“Hey.” He says sitting next to you. 

“Hey.” You say blankly looking at the fire. 

“I wanted to apologize for earlier, I didn’t mean to offend you in any way.” He says shyly rubbing his neck.

“It's okay Law, I get where you were coming from. You just wanna keep everyone safe.” You laugh smiling at him.

“I’m glad you get it. Uh- actually, I’ve been a fan of you for a while. You do good out there and take care of people. Not many do that and I appreciate it.” 

“Thank you Law” You smile as you look at him.

You both continue to talk and share stories, he seems nice and to like you quite a bit. You start to notice him stealing glances at you when you look away, and you start to ask yourself if he’s trying to flirt with you. Before you can think about it too hard Zoro shows up.

“Your crewmate needs you, he’s in the gally.” He says firmly giving Law another deadly look. 

“Oh shit okay, I’ll talk to you later y/n,” Law says while smiling at you and getting up to go to the gally. 

As he walks away Zoro takes his spot next to you, but closer than Law was, a lot closer. 

“What did he want?” He asks with an unknown tone in his voice.

“He just apologized for earlier and told me he’s been a fan of mine for a while.” You laugh, “I didn’t expect that from him.”

“Just don’t get too close to him, I don’t trust him.” He says.

“You don’t trust anyone.” You look at him trying to hold back a giggle. “Sometimes I even wonder if you trust me yet.”

“I’m getting there.” He says looking at the fire.

You both sit in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other's company. Watching everyone sing and dance and have a good time. A little while later Zoro breaks the silence.

“Were you ever going to tell us about your bounty?” He asks, no anger in his voice, simply curiosity. 

“I don’t know, maybe. It's not really important to me so I didn’t think it would be to anyone else.” You state.

“That makes sense.” He says in almost a mumble. A few seconds of silence later he asks, “What did you mean by you started with a bounty?”

“Oh, um, well it's a long story, I’m sure it would bore you.” You say with a hint of panic in your voice. Zoro hums in response.

“Well if you ever need to get anything off your chest- Robin is over there.” He says while pointing to Robin, hiding a smile. You laugh and hit his arm.

“Yeah, thanks a lot tall, dark, and broody.” You retort.

“Hey, I am not!” He says faking being offended.

“You totally are, and I’m not saying it's a bad thing. It's hot.” You say giggling.

Before he has the chance to say anything else you drag him up, his face red from the compliment, to go get another drink with you. 

Many drinks later you are passed out on Zoro’s shoulder. He picks you up princess-style and tells Nami and Robin he is going to put you to bed. Law sees him about to take you to the crow’s nest and says.

“Hey, why don’t you take her to the girl’s quarters?” He says with a mixture of worry and anger.

“Because her room is upstairs,” Zoro says already annoyed with the heart pirate’s captain.

“What? Why?” He says shocked, “Do you share a room?”

“Yeah, what about it?” Zoro asks clearly not having any of Law’s shit. 

“That’s just weird, are you guys like… together?” He asks retreating a bit.

“No.” Zoro says staring at him blankly, “Can I go now?”

“Uh yeah yeah whatever,” Law says while walking back towards the fire.

Zoro thinks about how weird that was. He then thinks about earlier when Law was sitting with you right after you waved him over, he was going to go, he wanted to go. He wanted to be the one sitting next to you, not Law. Watching you and Law talk and laugh made him upset, but he didn’t know why, you were your own person, able to make your own decisions. So to push these feelings away Zoro got another bottle of sake. This only made him wonder if you complimented Law the same way you did to him and if you would offer him breakfast or tea the way you did with him the next day. So instead of simmering, he decided to get Law away from you. He felt like he needed to protect you, but he didn’t know why. 

As you both get into the room Zoro tries to take his shoes off while holding you standing, since you kept making a fuss of him getting dirt upstairs. You woke up from this and asked Zoro where you were.

“We’re in the room princess, go back to sleep.” He says still struggling to get his shoes off. You hum and snuggle your head into his chest closing your eyes again. Finally, when Zoro managed to get his shoes off he walked over to the bed to lay you down. Once you were in bed you say, 

“Zoro you should sleep, I can- hiccup -stay up on night watch.” You say sleepily. He laughs at your state suggesting to stay up.

“No, y/n, you had too much to drink, it's time to go to bed.” He says sweetly.

“But then you won’t sleep.” You say frustrated.

“I promise I’ll go to sleep right now.” He says smiling at you.

“You are going to have back problems. Get in the bed, I’ll even put pillows in between us.” You say sternly. He laughs and sits down.

“That's not necessary, I can sleep in my hammock.”

“No.” You say as you drag him into the bed by his arm.

Once he was in the bed you held onto his arm trying your best not to drift into sleep. Zoro starts to push your hair behind your ear to see your face more clearly.

“I’m going to regret this tomorrow,” he whispers to himself, “good thing I had too much sake.” 

You both fall asleep peacefully, trusting the crew will be okay this one night without a night watch. 

--

The next day you wake up to no one in bed next to you, you think you must have dreamed about last night. There’s no way Zoro would smile that much anyway. You get up sitting on the edge of the bed, you suddenly notice Zoro’s messily taken-off boots by the door. You then hear the bathroom door open and your head shoots to look over. You are met with a heavenly sight. Zoro, wet hair, a towel around his waist, and water droplets all over him. You blink and rub your eyes hard thinking you’re dreaming again. 

“Sorry, did I wake you?” He asks, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Uh- no no, you didn’t. I’m - uh gonna go get breakfast, I’ll see you - uh - later” You say practically running into everything on your way out the door. 

As soon as you are out the door your face gets as red as a tomato. You decide to walk downstairs and move past it, that's just what happens when you live with someone after all, right? When you get downstairs and head into the kitchen you see Law sitting at the table with Luffy eating. You join them with Sanji placing a plate in front of you.

“Are you okay y/n?” Luffy asks with his head tilted.

“Yes, I am Luffy, thank you for checking.” You laugh at the way he is sitting. Luffy is crouching on the chair stuffing his face with breakfast.

“Yeah, no prob.” Luffy says with a face full of food.

“Did you sleep well last night y/n?” Law asks looking at you.

“Yeah, I think I had too much to drink last night.” You laugh again. “How about you?”

“I was alright.” He says now disinterested in the conversation. 

As you finish your breakfast Sanji asks if you will be bringing ‘the mosshead idiot’ breakfast today. You reply yes and continue finishing your food. Once you are done you grab Zoro’s plate and head to the grove looking for him. 

Once you leave, Law asks “So are her and Zoro a thing?”

“HA, no, never in Zoro’s wildest dreams. He doesn’t deserve her.” Sanji replies. Law thinks to himself for a second. “Why, do you like her or something?” Sanji asks amused. Law hums quietly at that comment.

“Maybe something like that.” He says almost a whisper.

--

You find Zoro training where he always is, you place his plate down and head to leave.

“Wait-” he says quickly. You turn around and look at him with a curious look. “Uh- do you want to train with me?” He asks.

“Sure!” You smile. 

--

The days go by quickly while traveling with the heart pirates. You’ve trained every day with Zoro in preparation for the Dressrosa battle, even he is surprised at your raw strength. One day you even decide to have a pull-up competition, and barely lose to him (at least that's what you say). As the days go on, you notice Law observing you more, especially when you’re with Zoro. He continued his attempts at flirting and you only responded gently and kindly. But not flirting back like you do with Zoro. It's not that Law isn’t attractive, it's just that Zoro is exactly your type, and getting to know him better only makes your small crush worse. 

It was supposed to be an innocent attraction but has slowly grown into a crush. And you dread it growing each day. But you won’t stop being around him, especially now with his humor coming out. It's clear he trusts you now, and it's a long game until you both open up to each other.

--

You all are now 12 hours from docking at Dressrosa and are going over the plan one final time. You all decide to set up your costumes for the morning tomorrow. Law informs everyone of how most dress in the country and how it may not be comfortable, but it's necessary. You go to Robin and Nami’s room to pick something out and come out with a small bikini top, skirt, and shawl. 

“Are you sure this isn’t too revealing?” You ask no one in particular while looking in the hallway mirror. This happened to be when Law was walking by. 

“You look good to me.” He says with a smirk while walking by, “Goodnight girls”

You look back at Nami and Robin, all of you shocked at the confidence he just had. 

“He definitely likes you,” Robin says.

“100%” Nami says. You all giggle.

“So, are you interested in him?” Robin asks.

“Nah, I’ve got my eyes on someone else.” You say smiling, “But he is cute, I’ll admit.” Nami and Robin nod at your comment.

“Is it Zoro?” Nami asks with a smile and one eyebrow raised.

“How’d you know?” You ask feigning shock.

“Oh come on, you two are literally inseparable, and you constantly tease him,” Nami says, Robin nods in agreement at this comment. 

“Yeah yeah whatever.” You smile.

“I’m gonna go to bed now girls, thank you for the disguise.” You say hugging them goodnight.

“Goodnight!” They both say in unison.

You make tea one last time before Dressrosa, and bring your and Zoro’s mugs upstairs to your room. You set your clothes on the table for tomorrow and walk to the balcony handing Zoro his cup and sitting next to him, closer than you usually sit. You both sit in comfortable silence as you both usually do this time of night, looking at the stars.

“Seems like Traffy likes you.” He states simply, with no tone or inflection in his voice. But it's clear he's not happy about it.

“Eh, seems like it.” You say shrugging your shoulders.

“What? You don’t like him back?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Nah, not my type.” You say not looking away from the sky. Zoro laughs, well more of a scoff, but you’ll count it, at your reply. 

“My type is more tall, dark, and broody.” You say now looking at Zoro and giving him a sly smile as if you were a child that just got away with a prank. He laughs at your comment. 

“We should go to bed, tomorrow is a big day.” He says while standing, this time offering his hand to help you up. You accept and walk inside with him. You go change in the bathroom and come out to see Zoro about to get in his hammock.

“NO” You say angrily to him. “You are not sleeping in a hammock the night before a fight. Just sleep in the fucking bed idiot.” 

You throw a pillow at him and get into the bed facing away from him, but you can hear his laugh and his weight on the bed. 

“So bossy.” He says to himself.

“I heard that.” You say still facing away from him in the bed. 

“Yeah, yeah. Goodnight.” He says turning off the lamp. 

“Goodnight Zo.” You say.

You don’t see him but he smiles at this new nickname as he turns to fall asleep, excited to wake up next to you and hear it again tomorrow morning.

[candycandy00]

So I thought I’d introduce the concepts for my JJK Fairytale AU. Some of you sent in some interesting suggestions, but in the end I decided to go with the most famous fairytales that would fit. I’m already writing the first one, Gojo x Cinderella. You’ll notice some of these ideas are more developed than others. Here are the others I plan to write. 

Please vote for which one you’re most interested in! I’ll write them all but I’m curious about how much interest people have. It might affect the order I write them in. 

Geto x Little Red Riding Hood

Reader is a young woman traveling through the dangerous woods to reach a safe house. This is a kingdom ravaged by war, and she’s a medic. She has medicine and supplies that she needs to bring to a military safe house to treat some injured soldiers there, but there’s a big bad wolf (Geto) stalking her. He was an enemy soldier she saved once, now turned into a werewolf, and hungry for her in more ways than one. 

Toji x Snow White

Reader is a beautiful young woman living in a small rural village. There’s a huntsman who lives close by (Toji) who is a lot older than her, but she has a bit of a crush on him. For his part, he thinks she’s pretty but also thinks she’s too young for him (she’s like 20, he’s late 30’s). So he mostly ignores her. He’s known for being an excellent hunter and gets hired to go hunt dangerous animals in the woods. The evil queen hires him to take Snow White into the woods and kill her, but once he actually spends time with her, he might decide to just keep her. 

Choso x Rapunzel

Reader is gathering herbs in the forest and stumbles upon an old watch tower inhabited by a cute but antisocial hermit (Choso) who seems sweet and keeps talking about his brothers who are ���out” and will be back any minute. She starts visiting him regularly because she likes him, but she suspects his brothers might be dead and he just can’t face it. One day she gets attacked by a wild boar and injures her ankle. Choso finds her and takes her back to the tower. She faints and wakes up to find that he’s locked her in the top of the tower and won’t let her leave, because he’s afraid she’ll leave and never come back, just like his brothers. Choso as a classic Yandere. Reader’s only plan is to grow her hair out long enough to make a rope with it to escape. 

Higuruma x Little Mermaid

Reader is a mermaid in love with a lawyer who lives in a coastal town and specializes in shipping contracts (Higuruma). She makes a deal with the sea witch and signs the contract to get human legs in exchange for her voice, but when she formally meets Higuruma, she ends up showing him the contract. He’s flattered that she did all this for him, but (like in the original story) the new legs cause her terrible pain, every step feeling like walking on glass (seriously the original story was fucked up). Will this genius lawyer be able to find a loophole in her contract and free her? 

Sukuna x Sleeping Beauty

Reader is a princess who was cursed at birth. If she ever pricks her finger on a needle, she’ll fall into a deep sleep/coma. Her parents recently died, leaving her as the young ruler. Her first step is to hire a new captain of the guard, a mysterious and powerful man rumored to be a murderer (Sukuna). She’s instantly attracted to him, and despite her obvious flirting, he rejects her everytime, smugly saying a dainty princess like her couldn’t handle him. But when she ends up pricking her finger, Sukuna recognizes the curse, and knows that she’s still aware of everything, can still feel and hear everything. And the only way to break the curse is to fuck her. 

Nanami x Beauty and the Beast

Since multiple people mentioned wanting Reader to be the Beast, I’m going for it! That’s right, Beast Tamer Nanami! Reader was cursed by a witch to be a beast (she’s still cute though, more like a lil bunny girl lol) and her royal parents are ashamed of her so they banish her to a secluded castle. Then they hire Nanami to take care of the place (and Reader). 

[lolitakirstein]

Hey Neighbor

(Previous Chapter)

a/n this one if young megumi heavy sorry

Part 3

Fun for Megumi turned out to be more exhausting than you imagined. The afternoon was spent mostly outdoors. Hide and seek, tossing a Frisbee, and even walking down to the small lake at the end of your street to feed the ducks. Now, sitting under the tree, the sun descending Megumi seems to be slowly losing his energy. Much to your delight. You didn’t know how 2 parents were able to keep up with a child, much less how a single father like Toji could. Which made you curious…where is his mother? Is she still involved? Are she and Toji still together? You don’t remember any mention of another woman either from him, Megumi, or even when your grandmother mentioned him. It was always just Toji and Megumi. As much as you wanted to ask, you knew it wasn’t your business. You don’t really know them. But it didn’t keep you from wondering.

Now, Megs sat up next to you, lazily swishing a cat toy back and forth while Mewsy chased it, your arms casually cradling him against your side.

'`Is your grandmother not coming back?” he softly says. You’re shocked by the question. You didn’t even know he was aware of her not being there.

“No,” you choke out. “No she’s…not coming back.” you didn’t know how to answer it. How do you talk to a child about death…a child that isn’t even your own? It wasn’t your place, so you kept it as ambiguous as possible.

“Oh,” he says, almost sad. “I liked her. She made good food.”

You stroke his dark hair, smiling. “Yes, she did. You know she might have left some recipes behind. I could try to make whatever you liked?”

“Chocolate cake!” he quickly answers.

“I’m sure i can find that for you,” you laugh.

“She let me help her make it one day when I was hiding at her house while dad was gone. She let me lick the spoon but promised not to tell him,” he whispers.

Hiding? Was he serious?

“What do you mean hiding? And where had your dad gone?” you ask, casually.

“His work. He took me over to Miss. Ruth's house and told her I needed to hide out there and not to leave the house til he got back.”

You can't remember ever hearing your grandmother mention Megumi staying at her house. “Who were you hiding from?” He shrugs, “Bad guy. That’s what daddy says.”

You stay silent. Is this factual? Or just the wild imagination of a kid? How could you even approach Toji about it–about something that isn’t even your business. But bad guys? And what did your grandmother think about this?

“I’m hungry can we make dino nuggies,” megumi stands up, shaking you from your thoughts.

You both walk back into the house, using the key Toji provided to unlock the front door. The house is simple, clean, almost like no one lived there, except for the various toys scattered in the living room and a few dishes in the sink.

Once the food is cooked you both sit on the living room floor, the tv showing cartoons, a pile of crispy chicken nuggets on a plate between the two of you. You hated to admit how fun this was. You never thought of yourself as a motherly person, but you were easily becoming attached to Megumi.

Your phone pings with an incoming text

Toji: Has he driven you crazy yet?

You smile before replying

You: Plz, he’s an absolute angel.

Toji: Lol, only bc he’s got a crush.

You blush, unsure how to respond.

Toji: I’ll be home in about an hour.

After finishing dinner and sneaking Megs a cookie from the cabinet, the two of you curl up on the couch underneath a blanket. A movie plays on the tv but his eyes are slowly closing as he curls up against your side. It's a comforting weight, his little body, you can’t help but feel your heart warm, your eyes also struggling to stay open…

You feel a warm hand on your shoulder, gently nudging you.

“Hey I’m home,” a soft voice says.

You finally register where you are, shooting your eyes open. Toji is leaning over the couch, hand still resting on your shoulder and Megumi is not next to you.

“Shit! Where’s—” you start to panic. “Relax, I already took him to his room, I’m sorry I'm so late..I got…busy,” he says hesitantly.

“God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” you apologize, earning a laugh from Toji

“I told you, he’s not an angel. He will tire you out.”

“No, he was great. We had a lot of fun.” You wanted to ask about what Megumi had mentioned earlier–the hiding, the bad guy, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Not right now anyway.

“I appreciate it,” he says. “Here.” He holds out a thick stack of twenties, a currency strap around it reading 300 dollars.

“Toji! No! This is entirely too much I really didn’t mind.” you say, shocked. Not even daring to touch that much money.

“I insist.” He waves it in front of you.

“No I refuse,” You stand up, heading to the door to put on your shoes. You knew babysitting could come with good cash but never THAT much and just for an afternoon, you’d feel too guilty taking that much from him. You attempt to change the subject. “Uhm he ate dinner and fell asleep not long after you texted. I didn’t let him nap or anything…”

You look up and see toji staring at you with a slightly annoyed expression for not accepting the money. “Uhm, I guess i’ll go–”

“Wait,” toji grasps your upper arm before you can open the door. His big strong hand sends heat down your spine. “Go tell him bye, before you leave.”

“Huh?” you ask confused.

“Go tell him that you are leaving and you'll see him later,” he says, softly. Almost pleading.

“Of course I’ll see him again. Let him sleep.”

“No,” toji shakes his head, his grasp still firm on your arm. “If he wakes up and sees you're suddenly gone and didn’t tell him bye he will freak out…just—please.”

Your heart breaks at the thought of Megumi being upset. In his room, you sit on the bed, his small body curled beneath the covers. You lean over and whisper, “Hey little man, I’m going home.”

He shifts under the covers, a small whine, “no stay.”

“I gotta go feed Mewsy,” you say. “She gets really grumpy if she’s not fed.”

Megumi sits up, rubbing the sleep out of his eye before embracing you. You hug him back, now hating that you did indeed have to go. You look at toji, leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on his lip “I’ll see you later ok?”

He releases you and shakes his head before lying back down. Once you tuck him in, you pass by toji’s looming body by the doorway and walk to the front door. You pause not wanting to leave without asking your questions. Turning back around, Toji is standing behind you. How did you not hear him approaching? You jump back, a little startled at his silent approach.

“I–I should go,” you stammer but don’t move towards the door. Toji removes the stack of money from his pocket and reaches it forward, sliding it into your jacket pocket.

He’s so close you can smell his manly scent, arousal creeping into your veins.

“Thank you.” he whispers.

Before you can do something stupid, you whirl to the door and throw it open. Rushing down the steps without saying goodbye.

[genshin-scenarios]

Adopt a Wanderer: Assimilation [Part 2]

Summary: After meeting Kuni, who's isekaied into your world, you both try to settle into a new normal.

Note: This is meant to be a found-family series with Scaramouche, who you address as Kuni in this AU! Mostly meant to be interpreted as platonic.

Part 1

Your first few days with Kuni were nothing short of lively. The first morning, well – no one can blame you for having to process the situation a second time, after accepting that it wasn’t a dream after all – but you also went over a conversation about him being non-human.

See, you weren’t sure if puppets had to eat to function, or if they had any special dietary requirements (as ridiculous as it sounds, you truly didn't know) - so when you bring up the question to Kuni, he freezes for a moment before sheepishly asking you how you figured it out. In light of not wanting to seem even more suspicious in his eyes (what kind of lunatic adopts a random person from the streets anyways?) you say something about how you noticed the connective markings on his elbows when you leant him your clothes - which was true enough, seeing as you gave him a t-shirt instead of something long sleeved.

You didn’t want to dishearten him any more than he already looked from the reminder, so you give him a smile and ask if he’d like to go shopping for clothes that suit his tastes better.

“Shopping?” Kuni repeats, putting on the jacket you retrieved and his sandals. “Is there a marketplace nearby?”

“Something similar to it, yes.” You lock the door and guide him downstairs, onto the street, and towards the bus station. “We need to get you clothes that fit you properly, and it’ll be easier for you to blend in and visit places that way.”

You’ve thought about this last night, when you were getting extra blankets and pillows for him to use the living room couch as a bed. Even if he was just staying here until he could find a way home, it’d be no different from being a caged bird if you just confined him to your apartment.

You wanted to give Kuni the chance to enjoy your world a little. It’s not all sunshine and rainbows here, but if his current reaction was anything to go by you’d say that the city you lived in wasn’t too bad. It’s peaceful and free of conflict, albeit busy with workers and students and business. There are some nice cafes and affordable restaurants, the public transport is fast, and Kuni is taking in his surroundings like he’s drinking in the colors on a painting. It’s overwhelming and foreign, but his eyes are full of wonder.

When the bus doors open and he hesitates to step on, you offer him your hand as you lead the way. Everyone’s at work or school so the streets are fairly sparse compared to peak hours, and Kuni treats everything you pass by with a quiet curiosity. You mention what each thing is to answer the questions written on his face, and after you exit the clothing shop with his haul, Kuni tugs on your sleeve to ask if you should head to eat next.

You don’t oppose, making a beeline to the cafe that has a promotion on weekdays like these. “Let’s see… I’m not sure what your food preferences are, but their menu has quite a lot of things. If you’re hungry, this place should do the trick!”

Kuni stays close to your side as you navigate the mall, glancing at the other half of the bags that you insisted you could help him carry. “Actually, I asked because you seemed hungry earlier. Um, your stomach sounded, I mean - but anything’s fine! I can eat anything I think, but probably not too much.” He could go without eating too, but when you reach the cafe and sit down with the menu, the images look new and interesting enough that he’s curious about trying them all.

Embarrassment burns when you realize he heard your stomach growling earlier, but you put it off by bulldozing to the next relevant question. “Oh! In that case, why don’t we order a few things to share?” A part of you wants to spoil him for some reason - you’re aware it might also have to do with his potential future once he returns to Teyvat - but another more accurate reason was simply because of how his eyes would light up when there was something he liked; most children might enjoy the moment of sweetness and move on to the next, but with Kuni the sensation seemed to linger with fascination. “That way we can try to pinpoint what kind of food you like.”

“I liked the tea from that day,” he tried to help. “It was bitter, but the aftertaste was nice.”

“Hmm… So something more savory, maybe?” You hum to yourself, ordering a set to share and a side. Remembering how Ei’s favorite food was dango from the game, you were surprised by the way Kuni froze after he tried the pudding that came with the set - the grimace he wore was enough to make you laugh, and you try to stifle your giggling for his sake as he looked away in embarrassment. “It’s alright if you don’t like it!”

“I didn’t expect it to taste so… syrupy.”

“Maybe you’ll like herbal jelly instead, if that’s the case.” You say thoughtfully as you finish the cube of custard. “It still has syrup, but that part is optional and the jelly itself is bitter.” You pause, realizing something. “Huh, the same shop should sell tea eggs too. I’ll try getting some the next time I come back from work.”

“Speaking of… how come you were able to bring me here today?” He tilted his head with the question. “The streets seem quiet, but there are so many residential buildings.”

“I have Mondays off,” You give him a wink. “So I guess you could say your timing was impeccable, for someone that didn’t know how they got here.”

Kuni huffs, a small smile gracing his lips. “I guess so.” I must’ve been really lucky to have run into you.

As the day progresses, you bring Kuni along to buy some groceries and return home. By the end of it he’s grown to walk more comfortably through crowds of people, and even asked if you could teach him to do some of the household chores.

“I don’t want to just live here without doing anything,” Kuni explained, remembering how he’s seen families in Inazuma drying the laundry outside the house. “If you teach me, I’ll be able to earn my stay and make things easier for you.”

Was that why he chatted with the clothing store’s clerk for so long? You remember bits of their conversation being about how most clothes could be washed in a machine, but others might need to be done by hand. You were paying the bill at the time though, so you didn’t hear the entire thing.

As you fold the laundry and show him how to use the washing machine, Kuni stays true to his word and continues to learn household chores from you as the days go by. The week passes by in a flash, but you surprise yourself by how normal it feels to return home and see him there, busying himself with work or reading something from your shelf.

You learn that he tends to not watch the TV unless you’re there, thinking of it as something to do with company rather than alone - not that you were complaining, of course. It was touching how he’d wait for you to come home before watching the newest show you’re binging together, but he'd also get excited about the movies you've watched before and mentioned to him were good (he agrees with some of your opinions and is open to debate about others, but at the end of the day isn't too worked up about it).

Kuni’s also started to mess around with the newspapers that you brought at his request, so that he could learn more about the type of world this was - and also do the crossword puzzles and pick out shopping vouchers for you.

You’ve thought about teaching him to use a computer, but the chance of him coming across his own information on the web held you back - that was, until you tried googling for the game, and it seems like it disappeared into thin air.

Eh?

You’d tried doing the same search on other devices not in your home, and it seems that the erasure only occurs when Kuni is nearby. It was a convenient sort of phenomenon, but it also made you start to question your entire reality; was his presence the thing that caused this? And if so, why were you the exception that’s able to remember the truth despite being by his side?

A knock on your bedroom door pulls you back to reality, and Kuni lets you know that he’d finished prepping ingredients for dinner while you were drying your hair. Despite how he doesn’t have to eat, he indulges in trying a little of everything so that he could get better at cooking - you’ve tried to tell him that the other chores he’s done were more than enough, but he insists that it’s just another skill that would be good to learn regardless.

Unable to refute that, you agree to let him make breakfast and dinner on days where you were busy, but would usually cook with him whenever you can. The speed at which he learns is a little inhuman, but then again it makes you a little proud to know that he’s a quick learner. Everyone that’s met him so far has been enamoured or at least begrudgingly accepting of Kuni, including the neighbours (who now believe he was your cousin).

Despite how you were used to being independent, you had to admit that it was nice to have someone’s company like this - even if it was a person you’d previously thought was fictional. And as for the mystery that surrounds your situation… worrying about it won’t give answers for now, so you push away the thought in favour of enjoying the new normal of your household.

“Oh, and if you don’t hurry, I might add those spices you don’t like without you seeing.”

“What?! Don’t you dare!”

>> Part 3

[outofangband]

@last-capy-hupping asked me about Fingolfin’s view of Maedhros after his rescue and how that relates to his views on former prisoners in general and as  this is something I’ve thought a lot about as their relationship is one of my favorites and the topic of former prisoners in Beleriand is also one of my favorites I had a lot of fun with this!

much more on that in the post angband tag!

cw: mentions of ableism/stigma towards trauma survivors and general discussion of trauma and torture

Maedhros and Fingolfin had a close if strained relationship in Valinor. Fingolfin was Maedhros’s favorite uncle, being only a young adult himself when Maedhros was born and for

But acting as a mediator between Fëanor and Fingolfin was exhausting and left everyone involved resenting everyone else. When Maedhros followed his father to Foremenos, he mostly broke off contact with his other family and he did not part on particularly good terms with his uncle.

And then Mithrim. Fingolfin is desperately relieved that his eldest son has returned alive to him

Maedhros in Fingolfin’s eyes had gone from an eager and curious child to an overly serious youth to a potential ally to Fëanor who wouldn’t speak to him. And now he lies in the bed the healers have made up, on the brink of death, emaciated and scarred.

I’ve written before about how unprecedented Maedhros’s condition and circumstances are for the Noldor at this time. They have not been in Beleriand long enough to have much experience with this part of the Enemy’s doings. Few Noldor have so far been confirmed captives in Angband let alone managed to escape (or been released)

But injuries inflicted from years of intentional neglect and abuse are different and the psychological implications are even less understood.

We know that a deep suspicion of former prisoners is held by the Noldor later on but it’s just beginning now. Most of what they know come from rumors and from the memories of the older of the returned Noldor who heard from their parents whispers of the horrors of Morgoth’s work in Beleriand, the ways he twisted elves sometimes into grotesque monsters and sometimes in ways no one could see from the outside.

Their Sindarin allies in Mithrim have shared stories of those who escaped the mines of Angband, who now wander, haunted and unsettled. Of the rumors of deaths and violence and betrayal that follow them. It is because of their allies that they are able to identify the thrall brand that marks Nelyafinwë’s skin.

I know I have an entire Masterlist for this topic but I must emphasize again the sheer weight of this trauma; for decades, Maedhros has been in a position where nothing was guaranteed to him, where he had no power or say or autonomy over anything. Food, water, sleep, relief from pain, privacy, the ability to move, everything depended on the whims of his captors.

The memory of Angband lives in the blood and bones. It does not let go just because you have left its walls.

Maedhros knocks a glass of water from a healer’s hand when they pause to check his bandages before offering it. In his mind he is refusing to play the cruel games that so often come when water is offered. He is refusing to allow access to water to be controlled by his keepers again. Of course this is not understood by Nolofinwë’s host. Maedhros is believed to be irrationally distraught at best and dangerous or violent at worst.

Maedhros shouts in an unfamiliar language while half asleep. He frequently seems to refuse to communicate at all. It does not yet occur to the Nolofinwëan host that his own language might have been forbidden to him or that simple words (“I am leaving the house”, “I would like to eat sooner, I am very hungry”, “Don’t do that”) have been absolutely meaningless to the point of obscurity for him.

Fingolfin in the beginning views Maedhros with uncertainty. Uncertainty that he will survive the night, uncertainty that he will walk again, uncertainty if his reappearance is a good tiding for his host. Uncertainty if his nephew is truly still there. He openly dismisses and condemns the more hostile rumors; those who claim Maedhros is now loyal to the enemy, that he lives only through the darkest magic of Angband, that he can never be trusted. These rumors will only cause further discord among his host

But privately? I think he wonders these things himself. He has almost no experience with trauma or injuries of this kind. Certainly the Grinding Ice was unimaginably traumatic and Fingolfin both saw and aided in gruesome but necessary medical procedures. But it’s a different kind of trauma

Neither him nor anyone else truly knows what to expect

And that’s without the added tension of the old feud with Fëanor and the lingering anger over the betrayal that led to so many deaths on the ice. 

I think Fingolfin is not at all an innately callous person but he is a shrewd one. It does not escape his mind that the presence of Maedhros in his camp is a profound factor that can be used in potential negotiations with the Fëanorian host

Fingolfin would never deprive Maedhros of medical care or see him harmed or neglected or anything. Ideally to Fingolfin Maedhros need not ever know his position had any ulterior motives (certainly, Maedhros is already intensely suspicious of each kindness he receives in Mithrim as is typical of former prisoners). But if his position could be used to gain leverage with the Fëanorian host…he is glad it does not come to that. 

Fingolfin does feel compassion for Maedhros of course. He sits with him often while he’s still unable to leave his bed. He’s extremely supportive of Maedhros during his relearning walking, writing and fighting. But I think there’s an imbalance in their relationship here that Maedhros is acutely aware of and it’s not until Maedhros is able to return to living spaces of his own that he can build a stronger bond with his uncle.

Fingolfin does also question Maedhros about Angband when Maedhros agrees to submit to questions. This likely exacerbates the tension at least at first rather than bringing them closer. 

The sessions of questioning are long, exhausting and uncomfortable; fragments of practical knowledge that must be extracted from decades of horror. Maedhros is perhaps too eager to prove himself, to be of use in the fight against Morgoth and to show that he hides nothing. Fingolfin is perhaps too eager to be doing anything that gets him closer to a real plan

Later Fingolfin and Maedhros form a powerful alliance and friendship but in those first months and even years after his rescue, their relationship is tenuous. Because of Fingolfin’s questioning and Maedhros’s testimony and Fingolfin’s presence in those early days after his rescue, Fingolfin knows more context to seemingly casual references or phrases by Maedhros, knows to look further where others might not and definitely don’t want to. 

Maedhros is also at times uncomfortably conscious of just how much Fingolfin knows.

(Maedhros’s knowledge of Angband as both a horror and a weapon is something I love to talk about if anyone has any questions! or about anything!)

Also in my au where Maedhros is not rescued until the end of the war of wrath, re-embodied Fingolfin is one of his first visitors and advocates.

[kinetic-elaboration]

April 10: Notes on The Fairy Ring

Today, some notes and trivia-stuff about The Fairy Ring. During this post I will try to refrain from being bitter about this story. It deserves better than like 3 hits and negative 1 kudos lol. It does! It's a good story. I like it.

Anyway, I enjoyed writing it and I like the finished fic, so.

Here's some stuff to know abut it:

The fairy world is inspired by AI-generated images because I find them intensely creepy and wrong and I wanted the fairy realm to give that same feeling: it's not human, it's not real, it's too much, it is excess that hates emptiness or simplicity.

All of the fairies are delinquents. Lincoln's fascination with the fairy ring is like his fascination with the sky/outer space; discovering the fairies here is like discovering the Dropship in canon.

The tree is the Dropship. What it might mean in the universe of this fic that it seems to be non-native to the fairy realm is an interesting thing, potentially. But it's described the way it is to emphasize the delinquent/fairy connection more.

I originally wrote Lincoln as 18, mostly because I wasn't entirely sure where the fic might end up, but then I changed his age to 16 because I wanted to emphasize that this is a pre-canon characterization, a younger version of him. I wasn't sure if that would be obvious if he was described as being 18 because I don't know how old he's supposed to be in canon or how old people read him as.

Fairy qualities (from my original notes): vicious, greedy, gluttonous, slight in appearance, large wings, pointy ears, selfish, amoral, curious

I originally had this image of Octavia playing with this large, glowing orb, like just suspending it in the air and tossing it around like a beach ball. But it didn't really fit anymore, and it seemed sort of... not of a piece with the rest of it, especially as telekinetic-type powers weren't obviously part of the whole fairy deal. Also I had the floating glowing lights at dinner.

This is my second fairy-Octavia story and even though it's not in the same verse (Bellamy was not a fairy in Never-Contented Things!, and neither was Raven, and they both are here), I think the Octavia characterizations are kind of similar and some details are the same. I did not re-read the earlier story before writing this one.

One of the last components was deciding what would make escaping the fairy realm seem urgent to Lincoln, so I did some extremely detailed research, by which I mean, quick googling and Wikipedia-reading, and wrote in some fairy lore, with both the dancing and the wooden totem, which will stand in for the (dead) body of one victim in the human world. There is only one body, because they only want, or so far only want, one of them--Anya. But, because they are greedy and hungry and amoral, they're getting ready to stop treating their guests as guests.

[unnounblr]

Like, part of the issue is that. Hannibal is a creature of "our" world, our history, he's like a 20th century version of Dracula, based on a 20th century understanding of the world. In the books, when they give Hannibal a backstory it involved the Nazis breaking into his house and forcing him to eat his sister. And I think Rebecca Sugar confirmed WW2 didn't happen in the Steven Universe. Universe.

Now, the NBC Hannibal show is set in the 2010s, and Mads Mikkelsen isn't old enough to have met Nazis in the 1940s, but it's implied at points that some version of that backstory could have happened, maybe. Just probably not with actual german army Nazi party Nazis. But. With all the changes to Earth's history shown and implied in Steven Universe, if Hannibal Lecter existed he. Might not eat people? Maybe?

If he did though. Part of at least the NBC Hannibal's deal is that he eats people to prove he's superior to them, more civilized, that he's superhuman, and they're just animals.

"It's only cannibalism if we're equals."

And. If the Crystal Gems were part of world history, and especially if he ever found out the Diamonds exist. I feel like his dream would be to eat White Diamond somehow.

Or he'd want to fuse with her or marry her or something, or he'd hate her entirely, think she's not even worth eating, because her thing is that she's the most perfect being and she's spent millenia basically eating planets, and. Hannibal could admire that or be insulted, it could go both ways really.

But after finding out that Steven stopped her, and how. I think he'd be curious about testing the limits of Steven's empathy and forgiveness.

Hannibal usually doesn't seem to want to die, he doesn't want to be locked up, but he also doesn't want to stop killing, and. At times in the NBC show, immortality really doesn't seem to appeal to him. Except possibly a metaphorical one, where he lives on by way of his reputation.

I think at one point it seems like, in addition to the slowed heart rate, Lars doesn't get hungry and doesn't need to eat, or doesn't eat as much, and. Lion eats ice cream and cookies, which aren't, like, good for lions, are mostly empty calories even aside from the possible toxins in processed snack foods, and normally wouldn't taste good to a real lion, so. I think being resurrected by Steven would actually be a kind of hell for Lecter. Not needing to eat, and possibly having his taste buds altered.

Especially if Steven can just appear out of his hairline. It wouldn't be dignified. And having pink skin and hair would clash with his suits.

But hearing about how many people Steven has encountered where he's tried to see things from their point of view, and ended up forgiving them. And knowing that Steven doesn't want to kill people, is traumatized about possibly having to. And even if Steven killed someone, he can bring them back, stronger than before.

The appeal to Hannibal would be that he would want to know how far he could push Steven.

you're so right hen

get mad. get rageful. debate all you like because im sending them to the death arena and you can't stop me

[ramensauce2pointoh-blog]

curious questions, do the multiples of 12

12. Do you know what your plans for the future are? Do you like them?

Most of my plans at the moment are just powering through short term things I have to do to catch up on things I let slide in my mid to late-twenties. I am hoping to start saving up funds after that to look into owning a home. If I get a promotion to management where I work or If things stay on track as they are, it may be possible within five years. That's a huge if.

24. What lies do I believe anyway?

I believe that looking to the lesser of two evils will eventually fix problems. It won't at this point. It's a nice idea though.

(on a less serious note I believe Baron just meows when he is hungry, he meows for the fuck of it.)

36. What's your favorite book?

Anything that dives into gastronomy, cocktails, or wine. Right now it's Liquid Intelligence by Dave Arnold. It dives into nitty gritty details of making cocktails. Next, I might be looking into something related to wine.

48. Are you afraid of death?

This is something that changes with the times. I'm afraid of death that results in scarring or hurting someone else. I also would prefer to outlive my cat, so I know he is taken care of.

60. Early, on time or late?

Early IS on time >:(. J/k. I prefer to be early though.

72. What stresses you out more than anything else?

People that never have any sense of urgency. Sometimes things need to get done. Mostly a restaurant thing though. I'm a dirty procrastinator in a lot of ways.

84. Are you worried about someone close to you? Why?

My brother. He lives out in Pennsyltucky near my parents. While he seems to enjoy it enough, sometimes I wonder if he's okay. Living by myself definitely made me aware of how lonely it can be. I live in a city though...

96. Do you like where you grew up?

It was a fine enough place. Small town vibes in the burbs near a major city. It steered more toward rural which I honestly hated.

@staywellakell Thanks for the ask!

[kaijime]

watch your mouth

includes. osamu miya x f!reader

cw. corruption kink, virgin reader/first time, osamu wants to breed u <33, dubcon, kitchen sex? [it’s in his shop so?], fingering, pierced dick [prince albert piercing], vaginal penetration, size kink, praise kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink, slight dumbification, creampie, thigh slapping?

wc. 3k

a/n. my piece for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab, thank you for letting me join!!

osamu miya likes to think he follows a strict routine. he wakes up early, shows up for his job, works, and goes home, waiting for tomorrow to arrive and the cycle to repeat itself.

but ever since you've entered his restaurant, you've become a part of his routine.

he sits behind the kitchen counter, watching in admiration how you tend to the customers. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't staring at your ass, but it’s not a lie if he doesn't say it right?

"samu?" there's that nickname again, the one you deemed him ever since that interview for the part time job. "this customer says you forgot to give her a part of her order"

"no i didn't"

"yeah, look" you approach him with the receipt in hand, pointing to a small part of the inked writing. "see?"

he can't see. or at least he can't see the receipt. he's too focused on you, pressing up against him. he knows you're not at fault, but you couldn't be that innocent.

you couldn't be innocent enough to not know the things you were doing to him, the things you were making him feel, the urges that blossomed with every lingering look and longing touch you left on his body. you just couldn't be.

right?

yet, even when his idiotic brother dropped by his shop and shamelessly started flirting with you, you, it seemed like you didn't catch onto what he was doing.

"what's the freakiest place you've ever had sex in?" the fake blond asked, and osamu would've stopped him, if he wasn't curious to hear the answer for himself. still, he doesn't drive his full attention away from the counters he's been wiping, seemingly focused on the simple task.

you chuckled awkwardly under your breath. "that's inappropriate, tsu-"

"c'mon, tell me" he bumps his elbow against yours "can't be that bad"

"no i-... i've never uhm..." osamu can tell you're stumbling and stuttering to find an answer, so he lends you a few helping words.

"'tsumu” he calls "will ya stop harrassin' my employees?"

"'m just talkin' to her samu, no need to make a big fuss" he downs the last of his food and leaves, supposedly in a sudden rush.

it doesn't seem like it’s been hours since then, but the moon hangs low, and the crickets sing outside the window in spite of the late hour. despite the passing of time, not a single word has been said between you and your boss about the conversation you had with his brother, and every minute that passes only seems to thicken the tension between the two of you.

"shit" you mumble, mostly to yourself. you didn’t expect him to shoot up from his place, bent down searching through the lower cabinets.

"watch yer mouth" he says, an evident frown on his face, where he would once smile at you and nod in greeting.

"sorry" you reply, lip pouting slightly while you cleaned off your finger with a paper towel "just got a papercut" the blood tints the paper red and you wince at the stinging sensation.

"here" he holds out his hand to examine yours, even though you already cleaned most of it off, there's still a slight trickle of blood. he wipes it out with the towel he always hangs on his shoulder.

as he cleans your hand, he can't help but think about how it'd look so pretty wrapped around his cock. it would certainly bring more relief than his fist after all this time he's spent thinking about you while stroking himself late at night.

it’s not the first time thoughts like these cloud osamu's mind, but this time he's a little less discreet about it. he stares at your hand like he wants to devour it, and you'd be a fool not to notice it.

"samu?" you call out to his faraway mind, and he snaps out of his thoughs, loosening his grip around your hand.

"right" he mumbles, clearing his throat "sorry"

"thank you" you almost whisper, if he wasn't so close to you, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

he turns and goes back to the cabinets, thinking about what you answered earlier. you'd never what? had sex? were you that uncorrupted?

it would make sense to him, and it would help ease the pain of seeing you let his brother flirt with you like he wasn't even there, but those are all selfish reasons he wants to believe, and he's too scared to ask.

apparently not scared enough.

“what were ya talkin’ about with my brother” he asks, nonchalant as ever, making your breath hitch as you turned around hesitantly.

“we were just chatting” you say, the slightest purse on your lips that tried to relieve the nervousness of the conversation.

“sorry about that” he apologizes. “he can be annoyin’ sometimes”

“oh no, he wasn’t” you lie, clenching around the table cloth you held in your hands. even if the talk had been going smoothly, you still felt on edge after the question his brother left you thinking about. “he was really friendly”

“really?” his hands find comfort in his pockets, and if you’d looked close enough, you would’ve seen the slight smirk in his lip, one that indicates how eager he is to hear what you had to say. “then why didn’ you answer his question?”

if only you knew how much it mattered to him, to know if you were a pretty untouched virgin or not. osamu miya likes to go for girls like you, college girls who look for a quick cashgrab as a part time employee, innocent little girls who unknowingly fall for his charms and next thing you know he’s ruining them with his cock.

but you feel different, you feel delicate. like a pretty piece of porcelain he might break if he continues to toy with you under his calloused hands. yet, he can’t help but think about how perfect he finds your body. perfectly ripe and ready to be filled to the brim with his seed, the perfect age to be plump and round with a child. his child.

“does it matter?”

oh, it does, especially when he pins you against the counter and grips your cheeks between his thumb and his index finger. “samu?” you ask, displaying that innocent look on your face he’d grown to hate.

“i told ya to watch yer mouth” his hands roam down your body until they grab at the back of your thighs. “now jump”

“samu i- i’ve never done anything like-“

“i said jump” hesitant with your actions, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he settles you on the shop counter, where he takes off your pants and runs a finger over your clothes slit.

“please” you grip his wrist and beg in hopes for him to stop, but he slaps it away, pinning them behind you with his other hand. he slides your panties down your legs and plays with your clit, circling the nub with his fingertips and watching as your expression changes from one of fear to pleasure.

“please what?” his breath shudders against your neck, where he nuzzles his head and finds comfort in your scent. he slowly inserts a finger into your hole, scanning your face and searching for any signs of discomfort, despite him practically forcing you into this position.

you’re not strong enough to answer him, too lost in the way his fingers feel inside you. you’d been too afraid to do anything by yourself, but god did it feel so good when you gave yourself up to him, slightly bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers and arching your back into his frame.

he’s fond of every little expression you make, the bite of your lips, the clench of your thighs around his hand, and the tilt of your head, willingly granting him access to the skin, all for him to mark, bite and suck. all for him to claim as his.

“d’ya like it?” he asks, putting another one of his fingers to use inside your tight walls, feeling them clench and suck his fingers back inside every time he was close to taking them out.

“yes! yes! i-i... mmh!” you can’t even finish the sentence, not only because you’re sobbing and clenching around his digits uncontrollably at the foreign yet pleasurable sensation, but also because his lips suddenly enclosed yours in a hungry kiss.

he didn’t even have to put up a fight with you, pleased to find you let him do whatever he wanted with your mouth. his tongue tangles with yours in a passionate clash of lips, until he pulls away at the feeling of your hips wildly bucking against his hand, a sign of your inevitable orgasm approaching.

“feels weird ‘samu! ‘s-‘samu please!” the implication of your sensations being new to you made his cock strained against his pants, threatening the thick fabric of his jeans to snap if he grew even harder. the tight knot in your stomach finally snaps when he curls his fingers, sending you into ecstasy as your vision blocked out and you moaned uncontrollably loud.

still, after everything, osamu hasn’t forgotten where he is, and he knows his shop isn’t a decent place to lose your virginity. so he puts you down with shaky legs and slips up your panties, catching you before your trembling thighs can treason you and make you fall.

“do ya have a car here?” he says, grabbing his keys from the counter and puts a hand on your hip, guiding you over to the door which he locks before he continues to walk to his car. the dim lighting of the parking made this the perfect spot, if he were to fuck you in his car, no one would see it. but he has self control, or at least he tells himself that.

“no, my friend usually picks me up” he hums an answer and opens the passenger door to his car.

“i live a few minutes from here” he explains “wanna come over?” he asks, fully aware that he’s taking a leap of faith and you could just refuse him. but that’s not the case, and he’s more than happy to see you hesitantly get in his car and put your bag in your lap, covering yourself as much as you can since he ‘forgot’ to give you back your shorts.

the short ride to his house is awkwardly silent, and terribly torturous. his hand had found home in your thigh, and it had only sent an ache between your legs like you’d never felt before, prompting a clench from your thighs every so often.

he wasn’t lying, he only lived ten minutes away from his shop, but the distance seemed so much longer when his lingering touch would leave you high with the need for more.

“you ready?” he asks, holding the door open for you again as he waits for you to take his hand and get out of his car. he’s quick with hoisting you up and wrapping your thighs against his hips, carrying you to his doorway and leading the way to his room. there, he gently placed you on the bed and stripped off his clothing, taking off the apron he should’ve taken off at the shop, his shirt, his pants and—

“eager?” he can see the wanting look in your eyes, he’d be a fool not to notice it. his voice only startles you out of your thoughts, enough to make you stand up and take off your shirt as well, now fully exposed to him if it weren’t for the bra covering up your tits. there’s only so much he can hold back, but right now, with those pretty puppy eyes you unintentionally give him, he just can’t help it when he takes off your bra and slightly suckles at your nipple, circling his tongue around your perky nub and watching your face warm up in embarrassment.

he takes you to his bed again, this time while he plants kisses all over your neck. he’s hungry with the way he nips and bites at the skin, leaving a trail of teeth marks that would need to be covered up in the morning. in the morning, because right now, you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else other than the way he rutted against you.

his cock already seemed big when he hadn’t taken off his briefs, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he slipped them off and rubbed his tip against your clit, right?

he was huge, thick tip dripping precum, with a girth that looked too big to be real, pulsing against your pussy. he positions it against your drooling hole, using your slick to lube up his tip and feeling— metal?

you sit up, leaning against your elbows to see the prince albert piercing that runs along his tip, metal jewelry threatening to slip into your pussy, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“i-it won’t fit!” you kick and shake your thighs around him, only for him to put your ankles together and fold your legs over his shoulder, pinning you down and slipping in the pierced head of his cock. you wince and gasp at the sudden stretch, silenced by his mouth clashing against yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip, desperate to drink in all your saccharine moans.

“good girl” he praises, slipping in inch by inch of his cock into your tight virgin walls “fuck- this tight little cunt is suckin’ me in, want ma cock princess? yeah? gonna stuff ya full of me ‘til ya can’t even speak, you’ll just be a dumb baby for me”

“hurts!” your words only drive him closer to shoving himself in one smooth thrust, but he holds back, he sees how much you struggle to take barely half of him, he wants to make this good for you to. he wants to make your first time your best time, the one you’ll remember and think about if you ever fuck another man. he wants to mold your insides to fit his cock perfectly, he wants to train you to be his perfect little girl who won’t find another way to get off if she doesn’t have his cock, he wants you to depend on him to always make you feel good.

“‘s ok princess” he leans down, folding you into a mating press as he kisses your neck and slips in the last of his cock, covered in a thin layer of white sheen. “my good girl, creamin’ around me” he mumbles against your ear while he starts a slow pace into your pussy, carefully rutting his hips into you, almost afraid he would break you. “so pretty”

“please!” you sob, tears stream down your face despite his carefulness, it would break his heart, but he can feel the way your own body betrays you, clenching around him and pulling him in for more of the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls. “so big! c-can’t take it!”

“sure ya can, look” he puts a hand to your tummy, guiding you to do the same as he puts his hand over yours. there’s a small bulge, that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts in and out. “you’re takin’ it so well princess, keep yer hand right there” his other hand starts working tight circles against your clit, making you throw back your head at the sudden sensation.

“no! if you do that i-!”

“what are ya gonna do? cum? clench around my cock like yer doin’ right now every time i praise ya?” you fist the sheets to your sides, anything to relieve the aching between your legs and the tight knot that keeps forming in your stomach again.

“please don’t!” you desperately paw at his wrist, only to be slapped away and for him to increase the speed of his cock, rutting into your with more force. suddenly, the head of his piercing hits a different spot, one that left you gasping for air and arching your back against the mattress. “ah! right there- right there ‘samu!”

“yeah? you like it when i fuck ya right there?” he parrots, angling his hips at the same spot over and over, abusing it until he’s sloppily thrusting into you, on the verge of cumming and spilling all his load into you. “my pretty girl, moanin’ like a bitch in heat, all because i’m makin’ ya feel good”

“yes ‘samu! please please, please m-make me feel good! wanna cum, please!” fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you scream and beg for him, unwillingly rutting your hips against him as you cum around his cock, your high too much for your sensitive body as you whine uncontrollably when he doesn’t stop. you’re too overstimulated to say a word, gone too dumb on his cock to even realize that you’re babbling little nonsense words about how good you feel, and how much you want him.

“dumb lil’ thing” he says, giving one sharp, final thrust before he empties his load between your legs, deep inside you, careful not to move you too much in fear of his cum spilling out of your clenching hole.

he’s right, you are a dumb little thing, because as soon as he pulls out you’re desperately bucking your hips, blindly searching for him in hope he would fill up the sudden emptiness in your pussy, unintentionally spilling all his hard work between your thighs.

“no!” he grunts, slapping your thigh and grounding you to the mattress as you wince in pain, dark color blossoming at the skin where he’d placed the spank. “look what you’ve done, bad fuckin’ girl” he says, the sudden tone shift sends a tinge of fear all over your body, and you’re reduced to nothing but a kin to a stray puppy, a terrible look of guilt in your eyes, even if you don’t realize what you’ve done wrong.

“look at the mess you made” he mumbles, flipping you over and placing ass up “now i’m gonna have to fill ya up all over again”

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[dionte-goethe]

Adding on a bit here, I do consider righteous cultivation sects to be (generally) separate from the local government. (because of other danmei and wuxia and such I've read, and that I, personally, equate sects more to a religion base than a governmental base.) This isn't 1:1 though, I would say the most governmentally connected sects would probably be the Wen and the Jiang- the Wen because they're power hungry, so I think WRH's attempt to take over the cultivation world would have extended to him trying to name himself emperor eventually. So I think he likely did have some governmental position and ties to better control that region, and the Jiang because it's explicitly stated that Lotus Pier is in/beside a civilian town and they'll come to watch the disciples train and all that. (I do consider the Jin to be well connected to the non-cultivation world too, but more because they have m o n e y and I'm sure their local politicians/royalty would cater to that.)

More on regional characteristics and why Lotus Pier may have been specifically targeted under the read more...

With that being said, I do think the sects hold a lot of sway among civilians, and they do have some hand in economic and other agreements. When I was doing some research for a fanfic, I was estimating regions, trying to find cuisine, exports, that sort of thing to decide what sects would potentially use for trade agreements and ideas for favorite snacks and such. (I know I just said I consider the sects to be mostly separate from the local government, but eh. I also said I consider Yunmeng Jiang to be more connected.) I didn't research every sect, obv, because that would have been a lot, but since this is mostly talking about the Wen and the Jiang sects, Jiang was one that I looked at. And oooooh that region is rich in resources. They've got rivers, they've got crops, they've also got MINERALS AND ORES.

I did always find it curious that the Jiang Sect was the most devastated. Like, yeah, Cloud Recesses got burnt, the Nie have been having skirmishes for years, but they didn't lose as much as the Jiang. It could be the POV, but given the Lan and Nie still seemed to have elders, I'm not inclined to believe it was as devastating for them. So why? Was Yunmeng Jiang just weaker? Was it because they were taken off guard?

Personally, I think it's because the Wens went more all or nothing with Yunmeng Jiang/Lotus Pier. I would say that before the indoctrination camp, the Jiang Sect was probably pretty neutral. Which was fine enough for the Wen. But when they began ramping up the war effort/when everyone escaped the indoctrination camp, neutrality wasn't an option anymore. They needed an ally, or they needed to crush Lotus Pier before they could start using their region's resources against the Wen. What really pushed the Wen to attack Lotus Pier? I mean, yeah, WWX pissed off WC real good, but they said what they wanted- an outpost. Cloud Recesses is distanced from society, Qinghe is kinda meh when it comes to natural resources, but Yunmeng is different. They're literally open to civilians, they have food, they have raw materials for weapons, and they have waterways and transportation.

And if people say the triggering event for the Sunshot Campaign was the destruction of Yunmeng Jiang, while it could have been the destruction of an ally and the heir's decision to fight back, it could have also been an "oh no, the Wens aren't just fighting us, they've taken over an important strategic location."

And as a little bonus, since Yunmeng Jiang was more intertwined with local civilians/government, maybe there were civilian casualties too. Might not matter to a power hungry/corrupt sect, but to a righteous one, that could also be a "you've gone too far!"

TBH I do think some Jiang disciples did survive the Lotus Pier massacre, if only because they had been elsewhere when it happened/too old or too young to fight so they ran (<-which could be a fun thing to grapple with for both the potential run-aways and newly recruiting Jiang Cheng, who was sent away), but it still wasn't enough people to be called Great Sect. So I think as you say they recruited anyone they could, including some rouge cultivators and some from smaller sects that were destroyed or taken over by the Wen Sect. I don't think they tried to recruit - while the Sunshot campaign was going - a lot of people without active golden core, because they would simply have little time to train them between the battles. Some probably did manage to join the Sect like that, and these would probably grow quite close to people who taught them between the fights.

Also Jiang Cheng having to be at least one of these teachers, because they are short on the disciples but shorter in those trained in Jiang style even more so. And how after the war he must've been doing that still, on top of having the sect to run as both Leader and Head Discipline (because Wei Wuxian was going through things he chose to neither explain or acknowledge) (1/2)

(2/2) Also Jiang Cheng, who almost had to watch his brother get caught by the Wen soldiers when he went off alone in the streets, WOULD try and make his disciples work in big enough groups to protect themselves. Also also Jiang Cheng that seems to go off alone rather often.

Oh, and Jiang Cheng throwing his weight around when his disciples get into some sort of disagreement/scuffle every time, and being harsh on the other party (totally not because of finally being able to shield someone he cares for) and never satisfying the questions about the punishment (totally not because of his mother and Zidian and Wei Wuxian). Even when Jiang disciples were in the wrong. Not meaning there was no disciplinary action, just that it never went outside the sect.

Also taking in some non-cultivators that are good at other things (like Jiang Yanli!) or people who lost their golden cores but can still fight and teach (because he remembers not having a golden core and how that felt like; and maybe he realises somewhere along the way that he might've been able to live without one too; which would certainly add even more flavour to learning whose golden core really was inside him all along).

The latter headcanon is also so amazing because resurrected Wei Wuxian would have to confront how he dealt with the loss of his core and finally stop saying he is fine and reflect on his feelings about all this, including Jiang Cheng

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Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me :D I am so absolutely taken over by this subject!

This is why I'm writing these things, I love to discuss them with other peeps:)

Your message pushed me onto another path of wild speculation via the mention of the other smaller sects that JC would approach to recruit - and that pushed me into the economics of Jinaghu and their influence on the post-war lay of the landXD

Which I am putting under the cut, because it's a lot of rambling to get to a point, but that's how it is in these parts;]

Also, the map I will be using, because it's as good as any other:

From the beginning - smaller sects yes, there was probably not a shortage of them that were destroyed by the Wen passing through and by the blowback of the war happening at all. I imagine that anyone from lone survivors to whole families was displaced…

But I am unsure if inviting them in would be a good idea in JC's position, because, going back to the main point - the Jiang were decimated. I can only go by what the story tells us when it doesn't mention any extra survivors - the Wen banning other sects from night-hunts was a nifty set-up for everyone being stuck at home after all - even if, logically, some of the disciples could be in other locations… however, even if they were, these wouldn't be the meat of Yunmeng Jiang. Because…

…random tangent no 1, because this is a low-fantasy setting (thinking of Game of Thrones I am), I am structuring the Sects as Just Gentry. Maybe not kingdoms outright - because there doesn't seem to be enough land between them to cover for their economic statuses - but city-states ruled by aristocratic bloodlines with the actual political power in their hands. Thus, even if the book doesn't really go into it, I'd wager that the region of Yunmeng was run by the extended Jiang family that was living in the capital of Lotus Pier. That's where the disciples were trained - but that was most likely also where the taxes were being collected, where the trade arrangements happened, where the law was being written, higher education took place, it had the best restaurants, etc.

When the Wen destroyed Lotus Pier, they did away with the whole socio-economic and political setup of the region, which is a smart move for someone who wants to set up their own shop.

…And that circles me back to JC and recruiting - he wasn't just gathering disciples to fight, he was rebuilding a whole intricate system of governance from scratch. A system that used to be run by the extended family that he could trust - now was something he was staffing with strangers.

And, from the example of Su Minshan, we know how jumping sects was considered to be in bad taste - it stands to reason that whatever decimated sect showed up on JC's doorstep, they wouldn't want to give up their own name. Just like JC wasn't going to give up his name. These people would be looking for an alliance and revenge, and, most likely, economic help in their own rebuilding, but most of them weren't looking to join the Jiang. And if they were - what was the guarantee that they'd stay? Or that they wouldn't use JC to meet their own ends and leave him worse for it? Or simply take over due to sheer numbers? A valid fear for a clan of 1 that had to seem ripe for picking.

I think JC would be very careful about accepting disciples from existing sects as his own, and instead build alliances with them. A rogue cultivator or a promising youth looking for a place to settle were a safer bet to build the core of his new sect with. Not to say that some of these alliances wouldn't result in the smaller sects merging into the Jiang later on by osmosis, but not at the outset…

Which leads me to believe that JC would want to start taking in and training coreless youths as soon as humanly possible - just to have someone at his back who was OF Yunmeng Jiang and not just allied with them. Maybe not during the beginning of the war, but by the time Lotus Pier was reclaimed things were probably going this way. If you think about it, Jiang Cheng was a fucking powerhouse of a leader. I have no idea when he slept. Probably not at all.

Probably why he was so cranky XD

That's why I am of firm opinion that the alliance by marriage with the Jin sect was a double-edged sword JC wasn't in a position to refuse, but also wasn't in a position to wholeheartedly accept. (And everyone who thinks that JC 'sold' Yanli to JGS for all these doubloons is just plain old wrong). Because now they're family. Only family he has. And that family can slowly find their way into the important positions of his own 'kingdom', because that's how gentry/aristocracy tends to work in a setting putting that much value on bloodlines, and he doesn't have his own family to plug these positions with ahead of time.

And even if JGS wasn't super eager to marry his son to JYL and the marriage was mostly pushed by Madame Jin and Jin Zixuan - it was in JGS's best interests for Yunmeng Jiang to remain weakened and/or under his control. Because….

…tangent nr 2- economics! :D

The plot doesn't go into it, but I like to know, so I was thinking of the actual economics of the magical land of magical peopleXD I don't need them to be detailed, but just realistic enough to make some sense, and serve as a believable background. I'm not going to question the existence of potatoes or other anachronisms, but one thing I needed to answer for myself was - where is all the money coming from???

Like, for real, where is the cash coming from for all the silks, fancy furniture, houses, swords and so on. How are the gentry sects making money?

Again, the genre, like many others, waves away monetary concerns in general - aristocrats are just wealthy, commoners are poor, and Bilbo Baggins is a landlord. OK.

So, taxes. What makes sect a Great one? Land, mostly, it would seem. The amount of land they own. Which means taxes - if we consider the Gentry sects local aristocracy. That tracks, because ain't no way they'd earn that much dosh via night-hunts from a population that isn't really that large. If you look at the approximate map of the whole realm and consider how fast people are moving from one region to another (even including flying swords and donkey-travel) that ain't a lot of land/people to feed all these sects fleeting about between the 5 Majors.

So, my idea is that the small sects do support themselves mostly via night-hunting and general spiritual upkeep of their locals, but the Greats are just aristocracy and live off of taxes and trade.

And that makes me wonder how Yunmeng Jiang managed to recover their wealth in such a record time, and why was the Jin so wealthy for apparently doing so little.

I propose that Lanling Jin grew out of a port-city and made its money on sea-trade. Sea trade was always The Shit if you wanted to, dunno, gild your palace in gold or something.

Yunmeng - with its access to lakes and rivers - was another trade hub of the realm with the additional bonus of lotus, fish and all other crops a well-watered land can give you.

Qishan - being the most West-ward placed of the Great sects we know of, had to have access to - or even monopoly over - the intercontinental trade routes, or a lot of raw materials available. But at the same time, being a mountainous region, it wasn't rich in water and water-intensive crops. I think that once the material appetite of the Wen upper echelon grew, the more they needed to look towards consuming other regions to sustain it.

Annexing Yunmeng was a good strategy from that point of view - it fixed the water issue and also opened new trade routes towards the South and East via the rivers.

But then the Wen were defeated - and all that West-ward trade potential suddenly was left unattended, and JGS would be a fool to let it slip through his fingers. And the only 'large' clan placed close enough to was Yunmeng.

Stands to reason that, somehow, JC managed to wrestle some of that for his own people to refill the coffers. Gusu was too far and not a trade hub by any means, and Nie Mingjue/Huaisang seemed uninterested in reaching out for it, so the only serious competition on that front were the Jin… Which, again, JC somehow managed to outsmart there, because I do not believe for even a moment that a fierce economic battle wasn't fought as soon as the military operations ended.

[cowboyfatgum]

Hi hi hi, how are you? And how about a GN!MC who's like Al/Koko from Pokémon the Movie: Secrets of the Jungle, Or Razor from Genshin Impact? Like an MC who's parents died and was raised by Wolves or some creature, and Solomon as MC's childhood friend and the one who taught MC.. "Human Stuff"?? (Even tho he's old but let's pretend he faked being a kid for a while /hj THOSE CHILDHOOD FRIEND SOLOMON STUFF EXISTS I ALWAYS JUST THOUGHT HE HAD SOME SPELL TO TURN HIMXINTO A KID) Like the language/vocabulary and how to walk on 2 legs (bc MC was taught to walk on all 4s by the wolves/creatures), can I have this with the brothers, dateables and luke? Like their reaction on MCs past and how Solomon was the one who taught them stuff

Demon Brothers, Dateables, And Luke With An MC Who Was Raised By Wolves ❤️💛💙💚💖🧡💜❤️💙🤍🤍

Hi! Thank you for being my first obey me request! I assume that because Solomon taught MC he doesn't need headcannons? But if you did want Solomon please let me know!

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Lucifer ❤️

"Ah so that's why you get along with Cerberus so well."

Like most of his brothers he really wouldn't have a big reaction

It's not that he doesn't care

He's just got so much work to do

But on occasion he'll ask you to tell him something about your childhood ❤️

Mammon 💛

The main brother who makes a big deal out of it

He has so many questions

To the point where it keeps him up at night

So he likes to ask you questions

But not at normal times no no

At 3 in the morning, in the middle of class, just times when you're really busy

And you have to answer him

Because he won't stop nagging you about it until you do

Please I also feel like if he was in trouble with some random demons over money he'd say something like

" Y-You wanna beat ME up? Okay. But I'll have you know that my human was raised by wolves and they aren't forgiving!"💛

Leviathan 💙

He also makes a big deal about it

But not as much as mammon

When you tell him about it he'll probably call you a protag from a random anime that fits this exact situation that he knows

He'll probably make you reenact scenes from the anime, cosplay, things of that nature

He likes to listen to your stories to plot his own anime 💙

Satan 💚

Another man who doesn't make a big deal about it

He does like to study you though

I feel like he enjoys studying humans

So he wants to compare you to a book he has about people being raised by wolves

To see of the book is accurate or not 💚

Asmodeus 💖

I think he would mostly be curious on how your hair and skin was before Solomon taught you

And after he gets his answer he quickly forms a skincare routine for you because

"We have to do this before it's too late"

Late for what?

I don't know, it just seems like something he'd say in this case

But he'd also listen to your stories about your childhood when he's like painting his nails or something 💖

Beelzebub 🧡

Very curious on what you ate when you were in the wild

And how you got it

So he likes to listen to your hunting stories while you make the food your talking about in that specific story.

After listening to your stories, Beel tries to hunt himself

But after an hour he decides this isn't for him

Because he's hungry, and it takes forever to find one thing.🧡

Belphegor 💜

He likes listening to your stories before he goes to bed

Exactly like bedtime stories

It is mandatory now that you come into his room at a certain time to tell him a very interesting story about how you were raised by wolves

And if you are not there on time, be ready for a angry belphie tracking you down.💜

Diavolo ❤️

(You are allowed to yell at me if I spelled his name wrong)

Weirdly makes a big deal out of it.

Like at any chance he gets (kinda like mammon) he'll brag about how he has 2 special humans in his exchange program

Like he's trying to prove something (he might be idk)

Dia loves hearing your stories

Once he asked you to tell him one while he was working

And he got too into the story that he stopped working

Then Lucifer yelled at you because you were "distracting Lord Diavolo"❤️

Barbatos 💙

Also likes to listen to your stories while baking or working or something

Also likes to study you

Tries not to make a big deal about it 💙

How many times have I said "big deal" God I'm so annoying I'm sorry

Simeon🤍

Hella confused

How, what, when, why

So confused to the point where it keeps him up at night

So to stop his burning questions he asks you to tell him the story of how you were raised by wolves 🤍

Luke 🤍

":0 Now I'm not the only one that they'll call chiwawa anymore!"

So excited about that fact

Loves to hear your stories

He makes frequent trips to the house of lamentation just to hear them 🤍

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I hope you enjoyed the headcannons and it wasn't the same thing over and over for each character. And as always if you have any requests or questions please feel free to send an ask!

[astaroth1357]

Hello I really love your writing. I’m glad that you decided to open requests for a bit. I have a personal headcanon that the boys are a lot nicer to MC then they are to everyone else. Could you do a headcanon of the boys being out with MC and they are talking with MC happily. Then a lesser demon sees them with MC and says that the seven brothers have gone weak and they aren’t scared of them anymore. Thank you again!!! 😖 (Also the way you write Levi is great)

Aww thank you!! Levi's kind of my favorite character (if that hasn't become painfully obvious) so I try to write him well, you know? This one was a little hard for me to write because I just have a hard time imagining Asmo and Beel as something intimidating to the masses, but I tried my best! I hope you like it!

Lesser Demons Think the Brothers have "Gone Soft…"

Lucifer

If anybody had something to lose by acting sweet on a lowly human, it was Lucifer. His entire image was built on the back of power and intimidation, so really who didn't see this coming?

He knew there were whispers… Mostly in the RAD hallways. Students would see him with the MC and gossip amongst themselves… 

"Did you see them together again in the courtyard?"

"How did some random human even score a pact with him??"

"And I used to seriously look up to him, too…"

He'd always silence their chitchat with a well placed glare, but this was a symptom of something more… troubling. A decay of his social image if you will.

Perhaps it speaks to how well and truly enamored he was with the MC that this proud creature didn't just dump them the second he started looking bad, but still… a part of him really couldn't stand for this...

So maybe it was a blessing in disguise when he finally got an excuse to establish his superiority yet again!

He and the MC were walking the halls of RAD after school hours and they had just made an amusing joke at the expense of of his brothers. Unfortunately, Lucifer collided into a lesser demon student while he was laughing…

On most occasions, he would have expected someone of such station to pay him deference then offer an apology - they had just ran into Lucifer after all - but the student just scoffed at him!

Lesser Demon: "Oi! Watch where you're going, Lucifer! Or were you too busy sucking up to that human to notice?"

This… was maybe not the best response to have (if the "Oh shit" look on the MC's face was any indication) but for as annoyed as Lucifer was, he was also somewhat delighted.

Finally, he had the perfect messenger for just how cruel he could still be!

Lucifer: "MC, feel free to go home without me for now and tell my brothers to save my dinner for later…" *starts pulling out his favorite rope with a cold, but pleased, smile on his face* "I have a feeling I'll be home late tonight..."

The MC left him and his unfortunate victim to their fate and Lucifer later came home in the night with his uniform in a bad need of cleaning...

A new body decorated the RAD entrance hall the next morning - swinging from the ceiling and making an awful mess on the floor - but still alive enough give a very important message to the rest of the students:

"Lucifer hasn't changed a bit…"

Mammon

So, not even lesser demons see Mammon as some kind of high-ranking badass… 

Just to be clear, he is, but it’s hard for him to come off that way when he's begging for his next Grimm... Then enter MC into the picture and he somehow lost even MORE cred.

"There goes poor Mammon… Did you hear he got tricked into a pact?"

"Just look at him nipping at the human's heels! How pathetic is that??"

"Well that's Mammon for you… What a shit excuse for a demon."

Like Lucifer, Mammon wasn’t immune to the whispers, but unlike his brother he was able to push them mostly out of his mind. People look down on him? Yeah, what else is new?

To be honest, he didn’t really feel the need to prove anything to a bunch of lesser demon losers… But insulting his MC takes things a step too far.

He and the MC were out at the Devil's Coast, "enjoying" some of the haunted house attractions and generally having a good time…ish. 

Any time they managed to make it out of one, the MC would have to peel Mammon off their back and hold him to assure him they were back to safety (a process he seemed to like enough to repeat the horror that precedes it).

It was during one of these calm down sessions that the two were accosted by a couple of snickering lesser demons, clearly looking for a fight…

Lesser Demon 1: "Hey look! There's the 'Great' Mammon and his little master!"

Lesser Demon 2: "Guess the master fits the demon… Of course someone like Mammon couldn't even score a pact with Solomon and gets stuck with the weakling!"

Lesser Demon 1: "Well how's the babysitting going, Mams? I bet you can't wait for them to kill over, can ya?"

Lesser Demon 2: "Careful! With his luck, they'll probably get eaten by the end of next week! Haha!!"

Now… an important thing to know about Mammon is that you can fling all the mud and stones you'd like at him… but never at his MC. That's just asking for a bruising...

Mammon: *smiling like usual, but his eyes are practically burning with rage...* "Yo, MC… I'm gettin' a little hungry. Can ya go find us a snack over there? I'll meet ya in a bit…"

MC: "Mammon, are you-?"

Mammon: "Don’t worry 'bout me, babe." *takes his glasses off and flashes a fanged grin* "This is'a piece of cake."

And indeed, it wasn't difficult at all. No matter how fast those demons ran, they could never out speed Mammon and he was looking to give more than a warning…

The MC didn't know what he did while they were waiting in line, but they heard the sounds of pleading go silent before Mammon turned back up with a nice bruise on his cheek. Oh, how they fretted and dotted on him…

Meanwhile, the haunted houses just earned themselves a couple new mannequins!… when rigor sets in anyway.

Leviathan 

Levi has a… mixed reputation in the Devildom to start with. People who only know him for his titles usually expect him to be some kind of sea-hardened badass. Those who meet him are… well let's say less than impressed.

This isn't anything new to Levi. It does take a blow to his confidence sometimes but even still most people aren't dumb enough to say something to his face… most people.

Unfortunately, "most people" have been getting bolder after seeing him with MC - because Demon Lord forbid Leviathan actually look happy for a change…

He and the MC were out and about for once. There was a raffle for exclusive merch at Anidaemon and he brought them along to boost his chances. They were grinning and chatting about anime but well…

The human couldn’t hear this, but he could - sensitive demon ears and all that. There were a couple guys who were tailing him… heckling him just loud enough that he was CERTAIN they knew he could hear them...

Lesser Demon 1: "Is that seriously Leviathan hanging out with a human? Isn’t he an Admiral??"

Lesser Demon 2: "Ha! The whole family's turned into simps, are you that surprised?"

Lesser Demon 1: "Wonder what the human's giving them that's got them all brainwashed…"

Lesser Demon 2: "Well... I've got an idea." 😏

If there were ever a reason for bile to fill his throat, it was now. He might be a shut-in, but those guys were the real creeps…

To be honest, Levi isn't one for public confrontation. Even with how gross and disrespectful those demons were being, he would have let it slide if they had just left it at that… but no…

He and the MC were browsing the ani-music racks in the store when those idiots popped up again. They hovered a while until they MC suddenly left his side to go find a store clerk.

When he saw the other demons move their direction, he naturally put himself between them and the would-be harassers. It was a little telling that despite his ticked off expression, the demons just laughed in his face!

Lesser Demon 2: "Hey look, the puppy's come out to protect its owner! How cute!"

Lesser Demon 1: "I can't believe you're that predictable, Levi… Do you really think we'd be scared of you?"

Well. That settled it.

When the MC came back, they found that Levi had moved from the music racks to the merch tables near the bathrooms. They didn't think anything of it… but...

One body was paralyzed by his venom and stuffed head first in a toilet while the other getting strangled by his tail just underneath the tablecloth… Meanwhile, Levi was cheerfully rambling about the raffle like nothing was happening at all.

Maybe they should have been a little more scared of the shut-in...

Satan

This may actually be a case where the rumors have a point… The MC has made Satan "soft."

Well, if "soft" means actually in control of himself, anyway. 

Satan would probably call their effect on him both a blessing and a curse. Though he loved finally having a handle on his inner rage, it flew in the face of a lot of his public image… and people were starting to notice….

"Do you think there's something off about Satan…?"

"I saw the human step on his toes earlier and he didn't even flinch…! The old Satan would have torn them apart!!"

"He's gotten way too nice all of sudden… Wrath shouldn't be nice."

Was it a little frustrating? Certainly. Especially for someone as image conscious as him. But for as calm as he was now, Satan wasn’t any less cruel and he'd be more than happy to remind others of that fact….

His chance came when he and the MC were together having just left the local art gallery. The two were exchanging a healthy dialogue about a curious sculpture they saw on display when a latte suddenly went soaring through the air and ended up all over Satan's sweater… The culprit was plain to see, being the only other demon on the road that night.

Whether the act was intentional or not, the correct course of action would have been to apologize immediately and beg for mercy forgiveness… but all the demon did was laugh in his face…

Maybe he thought that since Satan had mellowed out and his human was right beside him that he'd be lenient… Oh no. Not gonna happen.

Satan's fist slammed into the guy's mouth with the force of a jetliner and knocked him over two benches before his back bent over a lamppost… To say it was a KO move would be an understatement.

He probably could have done a whole lot worse to the guy while he was down, but you know… the MC being there and "self-control" and what not…

The demon survived (barely) and only had to spend a few months in the hospital, if anything he got off light.

Not a soul would gloss over Satan's temper again and really he preferred it that way.

Asmodeus 

Well, to be fair not a lot of people thought that Asmo was tough to start with… but that's also his intention.

"Scary" is the opposite of "cute" and he prefers to be "cute" at all times! 😊

Buuut that doesn’t mean this scorpion is without a stinger. He CAN be quite brutal when he wants to be, you just have to push him that far and trashing his looks is a good way to start.

Asmo was out with the MC getting his hair done for the week at his favorite salon. They weren't the only people there that day, obviously. There were other customers - one being a lesser demon classmate of theirs - though neither he nor the MC thought much of him at the time...

Well… It was supposed to be a prank. Probably something the guy intended to use for social media clout. While the staff was too busy to notice, he snuck by and replaced Asmo's preferred conditioner with pink hair dye…

Asmo. Was. Furious. And honestly, the dude could have gotten away with it if he hadn't been laughing and recording the whole thing!

When Asmo's ire naturally fell onto him, he hardly looked fazed!

Lesser Demon: "Ah, please! You won't do shit to me with the human still around! You don't want to look any uglier to them do ya?"

Asmo: *freezes, but still furiously eyeing every sharp instrument within arm’s reach* "MC? Darling?"

MC: "Got it..."

Perhaps the prankster should have kept his mouth shut, because suddenly the MC needed to take a looong bathroom break…

They didn't come back out until they heard the sounds of screeching and broken glass finally die down and then they stepped back into a warzone… Broken mirrors and items seemingly flung everywhere in a fit of rage! The guy (and his phone) now nowhere to be seen…

The salon comped Asmo for the botched hair job and touch up… and then billed Lucifer for the property damage (which he got an earful about later). On the bright side though, Asmo actually looks pretty great with pink hair! Silver-linings. 🙂

Beelzebub 

… The concept of Beel "going soft" is almost an oxymoron. He IS soft, but his personality was never what made him intimidating to start with.

Behind all his kindness, Beel packs more firepower than at least 4 for his siblings combined and most people remember that fact. Hell, the guy looks like he could lift a semi and he probably would if he ever tried. 

However, that doesn’t save him from being underestimated completely... Especially when an upstart or two thinks he's too nice to actually start a fight...

He and the MC were coming back from the grocery store with the usual armfuls of sacks when the MC accidentally walked into a lesser demon on the street. Since their arms were full, several items spilled out from the bags and onto the ground…

The MC was quick to apologize to the demon and try to get down to clean the mess, but the asshole just kept walking… and Beel really didn't like that.

Beel: "Hey! Aren't you going to say, 'Sorry?'"

The lesser demon hardly looked over his shoulder to respond.

Lesser Demon: "Why should I? That's your human. Take care of them yourself."

Well it didn't take long for some of Beel's bags to hit the floor so he could lift the demon up by the back of the neck properly. When he turned the guy to face him, he made sure to bring his face reeaal close so he could hear him growl...

Beel: "Apologize. Or I'll eat you."

And like that, the asshole's mood went from "Do it yourself," to "Yessir Mr. Beelzebub, sir!" right quick!

The MC didn't have to carry a single bag another step and Beel got to keep his free hand so he could link it with theirs!... all while Beel kept mushing their new pack-mule forward like a sled dog back to the House. Thanks, Beel! 😊

Belphegor 

Kind of similar to Asmo, Belphie prefers to come off as unassuming on most days. But don't let his, "I'm a harmless sleepy boy" shtick fool you. He will cut a bitch if he's so motivated...

Thankfully for the world, he's generally not motivated. But that can be changed under the right circumstances...

Belphie and the MC were on yet another date to the botanical gardens. It's a peaceful place, though the MC can never go alone because of the frankly concerning amount of flesh-eating plants… Pretty, but also deadly, you know?

The two of them were walking to another rest spot when Belphie heard whispering from a demon behind them, seemingly on his phone…

Lesser Demon: “Yeah, I can see them right now…”

Lesser Demon: “I know right? It's so lame that these guys are in charge of us… They can't even say no to a dumb human!”

Lesser Demon: “What do you mean keep my voice down? Dude, it's fine! This is Belphegor we're talking about, the hell is he going to do if he hears me?”

… Huh.

The answer to the man's question was a simple one. Flash into his demon form for just a moment and whip out his tail... It only took a quick swipe to make him trip and fall right into the foliage. The man-eating… carnivorous… hungry… foliage….

Belphie was back to normal by the time the jerk let out his first scream and the MC almost stopped to see what had happened.

MC: "What the-oh my God!! Should we help-??”

Belphie: *puts his hands on their shoulders to keep them moving, not even glancing back* “Someone else will take care of it. Let's see the roses.”

Even when the desperate cries for help became distant, it took all Belphie had to stifle a smile…

Sometimes, you've got to love irony. 🤷‍♀️😏

[echoversit]

Questions 1

I'll probably turn this into a mini-series of questions I wish I could ask Sun and Moon and their replies. This was inspired by @bamsara 's immaculate fic Solar Lunacy (which I have been posting a lot about whoops). Word count is about 1.8k so enjoy!

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     “I’ve got a question.” You say, sagging into the desk chair the same way you do after every long shift. You’re not even halfway through yet. Sun watches you curiously from the other side of the desk, moving to sit on it, hands moving to support him as he leans back. 

     “Shoot!” he sends you a grin and you mostly send one back. His gaze seems to intensify slightly, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“How do you guys solve problems?” you ask. Sun’s eyebrows raise slightly as he starts to think, a hand coming up to his chin.

“Permanently.” He seems to interrupt his own thinking, looking surprised and then his face goes suddenly blank, before he comes back and chuckles nervously. “Ahaha, what a thing to say! I’m not sure that was quite what I meant to-”

“You know, your face goes blank when you’re talking to Moon.” you interrupt him, eyebrows raised incredulously but a smile on your face. He blinks at you, genuinely surprised. 

“Really?” You nod.

“Oh yeah…I can also tell when Moon’s talking even when it's your turn. It’s kind of obvious. But you don’t talk a lot when it’s his turn. Is it harder to talk when it’s you or do you not have alot to say..?” You take a moment to look at his reaction. His eyebrows are raised in consternation, and there’s a wide smile on his face despite the intensity of his gaze.

“Well, sunshine, I didn’t realize you knew us so well!” he said, a hand coming to frame his face charmingly, sending you a wink. “But we got off topic, how do we solve problems? I usually try to figure out exactly what the source of the problem is and work top down.”

Your eyebrows narrow in thought. “...um, could I have an example?” He nodded quickly.

“Sure! Just the other day, a whole group of children had an upset. If I tried calming down each child individually, it could take all day and the problem might not be solved. I found the one that was the most upset- one of the younger ones- and discovered that he was extra hungry since he hadn’t had breakfast and it was already lunch! I gave him some food, he stopped crying, and with a little comforting, the rest of the children stopped too, since they were only crying in reaction to his tantrum.”

You scratch your cheek absentmindedly. “That makes sense. I like that approach.”

“Well thank you!” he leans a little closer to you. “What made you ask that question? Something happen in the outside world?” You cocked your head, a different question suddenly in mind.

“Sun..do you ever wish you could leave the daycare? Or even the pizzaplex?”

Sun’s face instantly went blank for a full ten seconds. When he came back, he fully shivered back into his frame, before his eyes jolted wide as his shaky grin. “What? What a silly question, that can’t have been what you were thinking of!” 

Your eyebrows furrow in concern. “No, I’m- are you ok? You just always say ‘outside world,’ and it made me curious-”

“Yes! We’re fine!! Now, no more pesky distractions, what happened to make you curious about problem solving?” His tone is a little less warm than you’re used to, but you try to shrug it off, studying his expression and latching onto the tiny, pinprick pupils that only appear when something has not gone to plan. You hold them for a long moment, watching as his guard tenses again, before your lips press together and you sigh, giving up. His tension lessens.

“I asked because there’s some stuff going on in my project group, and I’m not sure how to fix it.”

“Hmm, is that why I see a contact named “GP Idiot DNI” show up in your phone notifications?” he said casually, and you frown at him, glancing down at your phone, tossed onto the desk carelessly, now lighting up with text messages. You groan, partially forgetting the tension still in the air. 

“Yeah. Some of my groupmates have an issue with the leader, who…” your phone buzzes again, and you silence it decisively. “will not leave me alone. I’ve kind of become the center of the problem without even attempting to get into their argument.”

Sun made a sympathetic sound. “That does sound tough. Have you tried asking what happened?”

You roll your eyes. “I did, actually. I got a couple versions. The original argument was a year ago, they don’t even fully remember what happened. Making amends is out though, both parties made that clear.”

He hummed. “Well, have you tried switching groups? If you’ve become the center of a problem that’s not even recent, remove yourself. They can fight it out amongst themselves. Or just fail the project.”

You straighten. “I guess that’s a possibility. I’ll have to email my prof. I just feel bad..it’s my only on-campus class this semester, and I’ve been trying really hard since I know the professor.”

A large hand is placed on your shoulder.  Raising your head, Sun looks down at you kindly. “If you know them, they know how hard of a worker you are. I’m sure they’ll understand.” You smile back up, pleased with your solution. Thinking about it a little, you’re pretty sure if you explain it at the next class, the prof will let you switch. There’s still enough time. You put your hand over his in a show of thanks.

“Thanks, Sun. I guess I just needed a new perspective. I don’t really have a lot of people to ask, but I’m glad I talked to you about it.” You fiddle with your other hand a little as you say it. His smile shrinks but grows considerably more genuine.

“Well I’m flattered that you thought to come to me first.” he says softly, thumb smoothing slowly over your hand exactly twice before he stood up suddenly. “Now, we need to finish cleaning up! We’ve left this awful mess for this long?”

You chuckle quietly and heave yourself out of the comfortable security chair.

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You make eye contact with the red-eyed wonder to your right as you fiddle with a broken security bot.

“Hey Moon?”

His attention on you sharpens. His eyes are always on you anyways, but you tend to attribute it to his security programming. Facial recognition and all that.

“How come you can speak when Sun’s out but he doesn’t speak when you’re out?”

He blinks once, face going neutral for a moment before he shrugs. You grimace at him, and he tugs at his cap. After you glare at him for a few more seconds, he lifts into the air slightly on the wire system, body going slightly limp as he does so- his nervous tell. You try not to break your gaze in triumph.

“-gets more time.” You blink. 

“Hmm?”

“There’s more lights on than off. I get a little bit of his turn.”

You consider this. The pizzaplex is lights on around 7AM, but opens at 8. Then, the building closes at 10:30 at night, but depending on your shift the lights can stay on until midnight. That’s only 7-8 hours for Moon versus- you double check your math- 16 or 17 for Sun? No wonder they’re so neurotic- Sun barely gets any rest and Moon gets barely any time to stretch his legs. You say the first thing that comes to mind.

“That’s not fair.” Moon floats a foot or two above the ground, still. Listening. You continue. “Management or Parts and Services need to even that out. Or make lights turn out quicker or something. You only get a few hours to be fully active and Sun has to run for most of the day? You’ve got to be restless out of your mind and Sun’s got to be fucking exhausted. I bet that’s part of why he doesn’t say much when it’s you turn.” you finish, frustrated on the animatronic’s behalf. 

Moon stares at you, eyes white. He doesn’t even manage a “language.” You take this as a confirmation of your speculation.

You hum. “I bet if I email Management about that and make a case about not overworking one side of the daycare attendant over the other they’d do something about it.” you think for a moment. “I might say something about it to Freddy too? I think he mentioned that he can make complaints to management one time.” You walk over to Moon and pat him on the arm since you can’t reach his shoulder. “Would that help a bit?” You don’t want to overstep. Moon looks at you, blinking one eye into a red glow. He smiles at you, something closer to real from Moon than you’d seen yet.

“Problem-solver. New nickname?” You laugh at the reference to your earlier conversation. “No, I’ll keep the one have, thanks.” you flash your gifted nametag and his smile sharpens in delight. You wink at him, and turn to screw the last few bolts into the security bot and watch it's eyes flash on. After setting it on it’s way, you turn back to Moon as he does what Sun did earlier and shivers slightly, eyes refocusing on you after a moment. You stand again and wipe off your knees, stretching and then checking your watch. It’s late. You look up meet Moon’s eyes head on, finding him quite a bit closer to you than a few seconds ago, watching you very closely from just a foot or two to your side, feet back on the ground. You startle slightly at the looming animatronic, but shrug it off, clearing your throat. 

“I should probably head out, I have class tomorrow..” you say, almost regretful to go, but you can’t think of any other reason to stay. Moon silently escorts you to the staff exit door onthe wire system. As you wave and open the door, he snickers seemingly to nothing, then turns back to you.

“If you are not removed from your group project idiot..remove them.” You shake your head in amusement. 

“Nope, sorry. Not happening, thank though. Goodnight, Moon.”

He stares into space for a minute, face blank and eyes black. The red glow comes back after a moment. 

“Goodnight Brat.” then, a slight crackle. His eyes flicker white briefly. Then, a much brighter voice comes out then you were used to. “Goodnight, Sunshine! See you tomorrow!”

You straighten, then grin and wave again. Moon’s eyes shift fully to white. “Goodnight Sun! Both of you have a nice night!” a silent wave accompanies you out the door. 

As you clock out and exit the building, the night’s discussions leave you thinking. An email to management was definitely in order to solve that issue- Sun and Moon would probably be a lot calmer if their schedule was evened out. They might enjoy things more, and that might help whatever was wrong with Moon...? You tuck that thought away for now. That was one problem solved, but you wouldn’t be forgetting that system reboot when you asked if they ever wanted to leave. Getting in your car, you russle through your bag and toss the heavy “Fazbear Entertainment Extended Staff Rules, Guidelines, Legal Reminders, and Permissions” book onto your dashboard and prepared yourself for a late night of McDonald’s coffee. You had some reading to do about how far your animatronic handling responsibilities can stretch.

[mindful-mateo]

"I don't think I'll test it." He wasn't overly bothered mostly because he could tell Enzo was teasing but Mateo also meant that. No point in getting more involved in that relationship than he already had with this little hook up.

"You like it too? It really is good, isn't it? Did you spend time in England?" It wouldn't be weird, a lot of people had, but Mateo was inherently curious about most things and people fell under that category. He'd already gotten to know Enzo physically so he might as well get to know him as a person too. Mateo chuckled as the siren admitted his lack of energy for food preparation. "I like to cook so sometimes I'll do it. More likely to if I'm cooking for someone else and not just me, though." He spent more time cooking himself supper than breakfast, usually.

Once they were seated, Mateo glanced over the menu. "Mostly what we were talking about. I'm pretty hungry this morning." He seemed to be getting over the awkwardness for the most part, even smirked a little. "Wonder why that is." He chuckled and decided on a full English spread, or the nearest equivalent the restaurant had, and a nice cup of tea. "What brings you to Krovs? Just the job or something else?" He knew he'd seen Enzo around before Hugo was here so was fairly certain the nephilim wasn't the reason he'd wound up at the Castle.

"Ooh, maybe, maybe, depends how I'm feeling," Enzo teased in return, giving Mateo a little grin. He honestly didn't mind either way, his angel was free to do as he pleased; Enzo knew that he was the only one Hugo loved and that was the important part.

The siren chuckled, not even remotely bothered by the fact they'd had sex the night before. Enzo was so laid back he was almost horizontal. He only hoped that Mateo would relax a little. "Ooh, a traditional English fry up, that is such a good call, man." Enzo could've quite honestly murdered a full breakfast; he was so hungry, but he knew that was also partially due to needing to feed on something that wasn't food. "I'm always far too lazy to cook one myself, so I guess I know what I'm ordering when we get there," he chuckled.

It didn't take them too long to get to the village, and once they'd reached it, Enzo led Mateo to the cute little restaurant that he enjoyed so much. Heading inside, they took a seat and the waiter gave them some menus. "What're you thinking?"