#hes so human so open so obvious with his feelings (all of them) and thats his superpower

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

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[olymphianblood]

ok guys its not funny anymore when is d&p hard lauching im starting to getting anxious /hj

[meowsgirldrawing]

Angst idea Obey Nightbringer running through my head

Part 2 here

So MC was dropped from the sky basically right? Mammon caught then and promptly asked them for payment once they woke up, like the sweet man he is-

I love the theory that MC just disappeared then from the present.

Cause I see this-

Imagine a typical morning in Devildom. The day is calm as it could be- AS IT COULD BE- and the brothers are all slowly trickling into the dinning room for breakfast. One of them is the cook today, probably Mammon, and hes making some nice meal he knows is MC's favorite.

When its served, he going along, ignoring the accusations and teases from his brothers, but as hes about to plop into his own seat, hungry for some rare human food- Lucifer stops him. All of them.

Hes looking around, a furrow in his brow, "Where's MC?"

Thats when the empty seat next to a slightly more awake Belphie and for-once-pausing-in-his-breakfast Beel gets brought to light. Usually MC picks whereever they want to sit for the meals on their own, typically being one of the first ones there. But they're obviously not around.

Lucifer sighs, then orders Mammon to go grab them. Sleepy little human, is a phrase Belphie snickers at.

For once, Mammon isnt grumbling about the order, he estactic actually! He gets to see MC's light up face at their favorite dish! Made by him!

Of course, he masks a grumble, but hes all smiles on the way to their room.

As per tradition, he marches right in, esclaiming loud and proud about his success of making a typical weirdo human dish for his hum-

His human?

He stops in his tracks. MC isnt there. Their sheets are ruffled. Their uniform is still hung high on the closet door, and their bags and everything else they grab for the day is laying about. Never been touched.

Huh.

Imagine Mammon coming back with confusion, saying how MC isnt in their room.

Imagine after his explanation, they get too antsy to finish breakfast, they just get up to search for them. They tried messaging at first. Even calling. But they quickly found their phone lying under the sheets, still on charge. The constant ringing sending them on edge.

Beel is texting Luke and Simeon, but they have no clue whats going on. No, they haven't seen MC since their last cooking class yesterday.

Diavolo gets back to Lucifer with obvious worry in his text. MC said they were going straight home after the counsel meeting, though.

Barbatos repeats the same.

Asmodeus tries to message Soloman, his hands trying not to shake as he follows Satan and Levi around the house, both calling MC's name. All 3 growing more anxious and unsettled as they get no response.

But Soloman doesnt even respond.

Mammon? The first one to discover MC's disappearance? Hes on the verge of freaking out.

He keeps up his bite in his tone "OI HUMAN! Where the hell are ya!" Hes going from room to room like the rest of the brothers "YOU BETTER FREAKING RESPOND! O-or-.." His voice starts cracking. Every second he doesnt see his human feels even worse than the last, "MC! F-FOR FUCKS SAKE- RESPOND DAMN IT!" His arms burn with the constant throwing open doors, the moving of furniture. Where the fuck are they??

Once the house has been checked once. Twice. Lucifer even checking Cerberous's lurking grounds, silently hoping to not find any remains possible. The dog's 3 heads stares at his master confused though the whole thing, watching with silent ponder over Lucifer making rounds and rounds about the lot, calling for the human that helps with his monthly cleaning and daily treat giving.

The search continues out, all 7 demon brothers joined by the worried king and his butler, the two angels, as well as a few of their other demons, and Reaper.

All day and into the night they search, all desperate to not find out the worse of worse fates of the human.

The first night is hard. Lucifer had to call of the search for the night, allow himself and his brothers to rest from running all over Devildom. Diavolo sends his well wishes as he does the same, with the plan for first thing to send out better search options.

The brothers hudle in one of the main living rooms. They cant stop talking about it all, where could they be? Does someone have them?? Are they even safe??

Theres a moment where Mammon spits out a curse, hopping back up with a growl, and claiming to go back out again.

Lucifer can see his weariness and orders him to sit back down. His younger brother snarls back a retort, hellbent on finding their human. Maybe even socking whoever has them into the ground if he finds even a single glimpse of that idea.

The agrument goes back and forth, most of the brothers watching in either fury, worriedness, dread, or all. The argument only gets stopped in its tracks when a knock comes that the entrance.

Before Lucifer or any of his brother utter a single word, Mammon is booking it to the door. He tosses it open, expecting- no- hoping on every last grim its Lamentation's only human resident coming home.

But its not that.

Soloman stands alone at the door. His arms tight behind his back, expression stretched as if his words burn his mouth.

"I know where MC is."

-this turned out longer than I wanted, but I kinda plan to write this fully and in more detail. Just beta version y'know?

[simplyreveries]

Hi hi I just seen your new post and I came running.

Feel free to deny or anything like that. This is a platonic Diasomnia with a gn reader who sees Lilia as a father figure and is around Silver's age and sees Silver, Malleus, and Sebek as brothers.

diasomnia

they're already a pretty tightknit group and family with one another, it's no different with you around. in fact, I'd say they have more of a protective nature, that's usually with someone like malleus or silver even if it isn't always obvious-- they're always looking out for you in each of their own ways. whether or not you reside in ramshackle, diasomnia is basically your home now since you're there most of the time.

lilia is his typical playful self with you, but since you're so close you him, yes you are succumbed to eating his "meals" that he so graciously goes out of his way to make for you. I guess it's the thought that counts. but the number of times he has made you treats like a birthday cake on special occasions and it being awful is too many times to count. also, its canon i think that lilia cuts his own hair and does silvers... he will 100% try to do the same to you be warned. he will want to dye it too.

he also gets genuinely proud and praises for things you've done well in... he is so supportive. but he has this attitude of already knowing that you could do it anyway. with all of his energy around you he also can be completely comforting and consoling for any of your troubles. you literally cannot hide anything from him, he knows you too well enough to have you act like something isn't bothering you and making you upset. truthfully, he is so keen and observant he probably will already know what the issue even is- but he'll gently remind you to let it out and be open with him.

malleus is more of the quieter type around you, that looks quite intimidating whenever he is lurking beside you. but he is as doting as he can be to someone like you, he holds dearly. you're one of the few people, along with the others in your little circle of family in diasomnia. he considers it to be precious and very special to him. it's funny how he doesn't seem to react any indifferently if you wanted to something as uncharacteristic for him like you make flower crowns from the courtyard and putting them on him.

as i have mentioned, yes, he does have slight tendency to be protective of you- he certainly has told you some of his... distaste for anyone in the school when it comes to anything romantic for you. and for the love of all things, it better not be someone like leona. I'd genuinely love to thing about how that would play out.

I think silver shows his care for you in ways such as teaching you how to use a sword and defense. he looks out for you like that, he does enjoy having someone to train and practice with anyway. he is slightly awkward when it comes to doing things like giving advice, but he wants to look more respectable and someone you can look up to in your eyes. It's just... he is a sheltered guy who has spent his life living with faes he has no clue how to navigate most social things too. he IS someone who will listen to you always though even if he doesn't have the words.

he trusts you a lot and always asks you to make sure you help him stay awake during the day-- if you catch him dozing off you have permission to shake or nudge him awake. if its you thats dozing off he'll mumble something about you "not getting enough sleep" but he lets you have your peace around him.

you're like the only person who can somewhat get away with teasing or messing around with him. like he'll always react upset btu you still can do it. he slightly changes his negative views and annoyances with humans, you're like this exception he's felt along with silver. he'll still grudging call you human but its not with the amount aggression he may have with others haha. like silver, he enjoys practicing the sword with you, but its more of a challenge that he enjoys having.

he also forces you to study with him if he feels that you're struggling, he tries to make it not seem like he's looking out for you. he always chastises you for always getting caught up into trouble with the other first years like ace, deuce, and grim. may or may not think they're a bad influence sometimes when it comes to what they get themselves in.

[thequietkid-moonie]

I have a request! If i can

Qin shi huang and hades ( if you can do both not separate ) with the most sweet and kind reader. Who is basically an angel and just them fighting over her.

Thats all! Thank you if you can do the request if you cant thats okay! I love your works aswell 🩷 have a nice day

In love with the same sweet and kind person

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Hades & Qin Shin Huang ] [ Records of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu no Valkyrie ]

I love when ppl tell me that they love my work! Is super reasuring and make me feel better!! ❤️ Thank u!!

Also, I love the prompts where is two characters in love with the same person, so thank you so much for requesting this!!!

Qin Shin Huang and Hades get along rather well, Qin remember Hades to his beloved brother and after a while he just start to platonically like him, while Qin since the start had treat him rather friendly and grows to admire him as a person, both grows to have a good friendship

For non of them matter if you are a god or a human, not even if you are a demigod or another kind of creature, Hades doesn't discriminate for the race and he just treat you as a equal while Qin just isn't bothered by it and just treat you like anyone else (and once you become his friend he is even more friendly and trust in you a lot)

Both of them tries to spend a lot of time with you, Hades likes your company and enjoys having you around even before developing romantic feelings, while Qin is more clingy, he is prideful and loves having little adventures so he is always draging you around to whatever he is planning to do

For both of them to develop romantic feelings for you is a slowly process but when it happens is actually pretty quickly for them to notice it

Hades is a mature and calm person, he knows himself pretty well so he almost immediatly notice the change on his feelings for you, and just like that he accept them complety with a smile. Hades will take a while before start trying to court you, being a slow start because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or rush things

In the other hand, Qin is more carefree and kinda childish but that doesn't stop him from noticing the growing feelings of love he holds for you, it take him a little while but when he does he accept it right away, he thinks you are amazing so it isn't weird to think that he is in love with you. Qin becomes pretty open with his feelings, he becomes a little more clingy and affectionate, is pretty obvious that he is interested on you but he never accept it if someone asks

Your sweet and kind personality makes Hades feel at peace, it makes him feel like nothing else in the world exist aside from the two of you when you two are together, and is something that he loves, Hades feels like if with every day it pass he just admire you and falls in love with you more and more

Qin loves your personality, your kindness brights his day and your sweetness make him feel the need to protect you from anything and everything, also it make him being more playfuly, he just can't get his hands out of you (like holding your hands, resting his hand in your back so you don't fall or even carrying you around if you let him) and he doesn't seem to be able to leave you alone neither, he just loves being around you a lot

It won't take much time before both find out the feelings of the other, Hades is the first one to notice for how obvious Qin is, and won't doubt in confront him, calling him irresponsable and irritating for how clingy he is and when Qin notice Hades' feelings he tease him about it, but even if it doesn't seem like much there it start a little war between them

Both are constantly having arguments over it, mainly just when one of them are monopolizing you and being possessive, Hades calls Qin an irresponsable and sometimes a danger for you, while Qin call him boring and overwhelming with all his worries. However they never fight in front of you, they don't want to upset you or anything

Sometimes they opt to spend time the three together and they get along pretty well, the two of them were already friends so it isn't too difficult to let aside the fights for a while and just enjoy each other company

Both of them are man of honor and knows when they lose, if you ever choose one of them the other will totally understand and respect your relationship, but that isn't going to happen until they end with all the ways they have to try to court you or that you directly tell them that you love one of them (non of them will ever force their feelings onto you, but Qin is more probably to insist a little longer). As well, non of them will let this afect your friendship and will continue being your friend (of both)

If you end up being in a relationship with someone else it would be pretty irritating for both of them but at the end they will be supportive towards you (to Hades will be easier to accept it than for Qin)

Even if you don't choose non of them they will respect your choise and let you be, keeping your relationship as a friendship (however there is a chance that they will try to flirt with you sometimes for a while)

[misc-obeyme]

i've been.. sick.. auhrgh. (its a simple cold but my body can'teven),, if you still take tiny drabble requests can I request Barb helping mc when they got a cold.. just tooth rotting fluff.. (if you dont/aren't comfortable thats fine :0b)

Oh noooo I hope you're feeling better!! Being sick is the worst...

And I am still doing drabbles, yes! So I may have written a little more than what I consider drabble length but uh... well I can't help myself when it comes to Barb, so.

Anyway, here's a bunch of fluff!

You were sick. You knew it and even though you were trying to hide it, you were sure everybody else knew it, too. You kept your sneezes as quiet as possible, burying your face in your elbow to muffle their sound. You refused to sniffle unless you absolutely had to. And you went into the bathroom to blow your nose in private. You tried everything you could to suppress the shivers that ran through your aching body, even while you kept wiping the sweat off of your forehead.

All day at RAD, you felt like despite the obvious signs, you were doing a decent job of powering through it. If anyone noticed, they didn't say anything.

Until you got home, that is.

You were surprised to find Barbatos already in your room.

He smiled at you, but there was a sternness behind it, too. "MC. You are in no condition to continue pushing yourself the way you have been. I have changed your bedsheets and washed your favorite pair of pajamas. Now I must insist that you get changed and get into bed so you can rest."

You frowned and folded your arms. "I don't need to get into bed, I'm fine," you said.

Barbatos walked over to you, removed his glove carefully, and put his hand on your forehead. You shivered a little, partly because you knew he would feel your fever and partly because his touch awakened a burst of butterflies in your stomach.

Barbatos let his hand descend to cup your cheek. "You cannot hide the evidence of your illness from me," he said. His voice was soft, the firmness of moments ago melting away into indulgence. "I know you feel that it is minor, but you will recover quicker if you rest now. If you will allow me to, I will take care of you until you are well again."

The tinge of heat that rose up in your cheeks wasn't something you could blame on your fever. You nodded.

When you were in your pajamas and snug beneath the covers, Barbatos brought you a tray of soup and tea. He sat beside your bed while you ate. On your bedside table he had already placed a supply of tissues and water.

"This is delicious," you said when you were halfway through the soup.

"It is a recipe of my own design," Barbatos said. "It incorporates all of the best nutrients a human would need to fight off a cold. The tea is also a special blend of Devildom herbs. They are safe for human consumption, of course, but they contain just enough magical properties to boost your immune system and speed your recovery."

You smiled at him. It was just like him to be so meticulous in what he served you.

"Isn't it a bad idea for you to be this close to me?" you asked. "What if I'm contagious? I don't want you to get sick, too."

"You needn't worry about me, MC," Barbatos said. "I am not capable of contracting an illness of this nature."

You didn't have the clarity of mind to question that statement further.

When you had finished eating, Barbatos cleared away the tray, then positioned himself back in his chair.

"Are you really just going to sit there all night?" you asked.

"I wish to be here should you need me," he said.

You sighed. You were feeling sleepy. The warmth of the food made you heavy and the softness of your mattress caused your body to relax. Your senses were dulled by the fever still running through you. Your eyelids were slowly descending, but you kept them open. You reached out a hand toward Barbatos and murmured his name.

Barbatos knew what you wanted without you needing to say it. You were still sitting up in bed and after removing his shoes, Barbatos sat beside you. Instead of laying back on your pillows, you rested your head on his chest. His arms enclosed you and your breathing synced with his. You fell asleep listening to the beating of his heart.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[anzynai]

Day 4 - Hide and Seek

Ortho & Reader (TWST)

a/n: hi yall day 4 is out. this was fun to write! i dont think i made it as “scary” as i wanted it to be, but i dont think its bad. ANYWAY, i picked reader because the obvious choice would be idia, but im already writing for him two other times this month so i wanted someone else, which means… u. LOL. also, things i want to mention: idia is mentioned A LOT here and thats because ortho cares about him a lot. ik hes not just like, all about idia and thats all hes there for, but i think him mentioning idia a lot just works best in this scenario. another is that this is meant to be platonic because ortho is a like,,, kinda like young asf so i dont really think he should be shipped with people. sorry this note is SO FREAKING LONG. so ill stop yapping now gn everyone

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“come out, come out, wherever you are!” ortho exclaimed in a gleeful tone, but somehow his words set your nerves aflame.

you crouched behind the tree, waiting for him to pass, and half-debating your life choices. you hadn’t played hide and seek in ages, but you felt nervous at being caught, especially when ortho said that there should be a penalty for whoever loses.

you didn’t really know what that penalty entailed, but since it was ortho, you figured why not? but now, hiding and seeing him search for you made you think you should’ve asked.

but really, who knew ortho would want there to be a penalty for the loser! it was to make things for fun, he had said.

he called your name, and you pursed your lips together, not daring to even breathe. ortho had a lot of functions that humans couldn’t do, and maybe superhearing was one of them… you really didn’t know so you would rather not take your chances.

you peeked out from behind the tree, sighing in relief when you didn’t see him anymore. does that mean you won?

“found you!” a shrill voice called from behind you.

“GAH!” you cried, scared of your wits as you lose your balance and fall forward on the ground. after a second to process, you turned slowly, looking at ortho. “aw, you found me.”

“mhm! and with three minutes to spare, which means i win!” ortho added, looking like he was having the time of his life. you smiled at that, but still…

“guess you do. so what’s my penalty?” you asked, hoping it wasn’t too extreme, like trying to convince idia to hang out with you for the whole day. you swear, it was impossible to have him talk to you for anything longer than an hour, even if it was about his interests.

“i’m gonna tickle you!”

your eyes widened at that, completely flabbergasted. of all things in the world, that was the last thing you expected.

“….tickle?!” you squeaked, awkwardly. did you hear wrong?

“yep! i think it’ll be fun!” ortho replied, not commenting on the nervousness and embarrassment you were feeling.

“fun?” you asked, but you guessed you could see where he was coming from.

“unless you don’t want to..” ortho said, pretending to be upset. you inwardly groan, he can really be so unfair sometimes, because how could you say no when he was looking so upset.

“fine, yes, i accept my penalty!” you cried, unable to take the guilt. you did feel much better though, when he began beaming.

“you will! yay!” he exclaimed, flying towards you. “maybe if i tell my brother about your tickle spots, you guys will be friends!”

“w-wait, huHUHUH?!” you cried, feeling his cold fingers begin to squeeze and knead at your torso. tell.. idia?! is this him trying to get information so you and idia could be friends?! in a way, it was sort of heartwarming to see him care for idia so much, but at the cost of your dignity? brutal. “stahahap, dohohont tehehell him!”

“why not? he’s ticklish too! you guys can have tickle fights!” ortho explained, and you can hardly believe how… open he is about exposing idia like that. and besides that, huh??

“nohohoho gahahahaha i’m tihihicklish!” you laughed, when he began to travel towards other spots.

“yes, you are reacting quite a lot when i tickle you!” ortho giggled, almost teasingly and clearly amused.

“plehehehehease!”

as he continued tickling you, he would note down spots that were more effective and spots that weren’t. the worst part was that he was saying this out loud. talk about embarrassing….

“you’re so ticklish here!” he teased, and it felt like you got even more ticklish. how was ortho so good at tickling anyway? probably from idia? he did say idia was ticklish…

a part of you realized you weren’t completely opposed to having a tickle fight with idia sometime. you didn’t have a lot of time to think about it before ortho because to tickle the spot that had always driven you crazy.

“W-WAHAHAIT! nohoho mohohohore! mehehercy!” you shouted, feeling overwhelmed very quickly and almost as quickly as you shouted it, ortho had stopped.

“that was fun, huh?” ortho smiled into his hand, as you tried to catch your breath.

“it wasn’t terrible,” you admitted. “a suitable penalty, i guess.”

“hehe, i hope we can play again sometime!” ortho said, and you could tell that you guys most definitely would. and not only that, but something told u that idia would be joining next time, whether he wanted to or not. you chuckled a bit at the thought.

“yeah, i hope so too,” you replied.

[the-togepi-man]

How do you deal with loving multiple people? I've been with my BF for almost a decade and I love him to pieces. Over COVID I made a new gay friend and started having feelings for him. We've hung out a few times and there's always this tension and pretty obvious desire between us. Still I prefer monogomy and wouldn't betray my partner like that. I talked to my partner about these feelings and he gave me a hall pass to fool around with my friend but I felt like that just made my feelings more complicated. Now my friend just recently got into a new serious relationship and I'm really happy for him but also it sortve broke my heart? I just feel like the most selfish person and I don't really have anyone to talk to about these feelings. Everyone has been understanding but I just feel like a monster all the time.

Awesome question, anon I'm going to put the tl;dr up here, then do more under the cut. I feel you, friend. There are days I still wake up and think "I don't deserve this. I don't deserve the love or kindness or patience to figure this out." "Some people search their whole lives for someone like my partner. I am spoiled and bad for loving more., wanting(?) more." But that's not true. You learn by unlearning. Love isn't something that can follow a textbook definition. Relationships are complicated and intricate and trying to put them in a category is stressful and will make you feel bad. I can speak on that from example right now. I love Sean so much that I can't imagine a world where I am not supporting and loving him and saying "thats my man." But I am also quite frankly, falling for another friend who I have been falling for for a few months now.

You learn to accept loving multiple people when you realize your human experience is yours alone to act on

I wont lie and tell you I have all of this beat. I still worry that I am the right thing for Sean (my partner.) I worry that he is one of the most amazing people I have met in my entire life and that he deserves so much more than what I provide. However... I have talked to him about it. And something he loves about me, is that I have that capacity to love. Not to mention, people are not meant to "belong" to someone. If he was unhappy or saw no future, he could have cut this off and lived a life of his own choosing. That's how relationships work. Who I am and WHAT I am bring something to his life that helps he grow and provides something that he wants to nurture and love. I am insanely proud of you for talking to your partner about your feelings. A lot of people don't make it that far. Some relationships don't survive that talk. So talking to your partner as the first step is incredibly powerful. Keep that dialogue open, allow for them to have a space where they can dip out, but also let them know how much you appreciate being able to share these feelings and work through them together.

It sounds like your partner is aware of your feelings and understands that life isn't black and white, and the norms we have established as a society. I think it might also worth be exploring why *you* think you prefer monogamy. Personally I think monogamy is all well and good, and while i wish I could just be a "one and done" kinda guy- I know that's not my heart. I have two friends who have been together forever, and they are also open. While one does fall in love, he also knows he is monogamous in that regard because he just doesn't have the time to provide for two people personally because of how busy his life is and will be. But that doesn't mean he loves anyone any less, he just has his definition of love and what he's looking for. I think in a relationship, if you show that you care and provide and put effort in to that bond, that's what counts. Sean has no doubt in his mind that I love him and still love him even when I've fallen head over heals as I have for someone while I write this. After all, love isn't a pie chart. You don't love one person 70% and another 30%. Each person is their own precious bond, so why should you have to assign them basic terms when that just doesn't do? In my heart I know my love for Sean hasn't wavered at all. So I continue to show that. My partner (and maybe partners one day) are a prize to be won every day, so I will always make sure I follow that philosophy. All this is to say, you have to create your own definition for what love is based on how you feel and what your morals are. It sounds like you're going about this in a way where you're the only one who is really in danger of getting hurt, and man, more than anything I feel you. You're not carrying that weight alone. I can't say it's easy, nor is there a right answer. If the guy I'm in love with (who isn't Sean) got in to a relationship right now, I know it would really do some serious damage to my heart. But that's what I told myself might happen, thats part of being in love and caring about someone. You want to see them happy. It could happen while single too. It's just how life goes. I talk to Sean about it all the time, and how scared I get that he might leave us- even though he's not even *with* us. I am really rambling here, but I guess I am just trying to say that, from what you've said- You're operating as a good person. You love your partner, and have love in your heart for others. You are acting with kindness, you are acting to make sure that nobody besides you feels bad. Your feelings are valid. No matter what anyone says, your feelings are valid.

The human heart isn't something that operates on logic. It follows no societal norms, it challenges your brain, and refuses to silence itself. Which is exactly why you need to listen to it, if only to help yourself understand that your world isn't black and white. You are not evil for loving more than one person.

Keep trucking, anon. Don't beat yourself up over who you are, and show yourself some kindness, as you clearly do for everyone who is involved with you

[silverlining317]

The thing about dragons

I always thought Ginny's joke about the Hungarian Horntail had something personal behind it. After all, Harry was pretty impressive on the first task.

Ginny let her mouth open slightly along with the rest of the audience in the stands. Dragons!

Dragons,she repeated to herself, tapping her forehead. It was obvious now that they had been dragons all along, and both Hermione and Harry had known about it. Ginny felt foolish for not having figured out the reason for her brother Charlie's mysterious visit to Hogwarts earlier. She also regretted failing to understand Hermione's sudden interest in the day job of a dragon trainer in Romania. Most of all, she regretted not having had the opportunity to help Harry by telling him the answer to the question that his brother always gave when asked how he managed with the most rebellious dragons: 'Conjunctivitis'.

Ron looked at her suspiciously, as if he could read her internal monologue and knew that she had not yet gotten over her feelings for Harry, despite what she had promised her brothers over and over again during the summer. But really, what did Ron care? He and Harry hadn't spoken in weeks, and Harry wouldn't be staying at the Burrow anymore. So it didn't matter if she still found herself drooling every time she saw Harry smile. Ron and his big mouth, ruining everything.

Anyway, that was in the past,  Ginny no longer drooled over him or any other man; she was following a strict improvement plan based on the rules in the September issue of Teenage Witch. Thats why she had refused to wear any Gryffindor badge or hold any sign during the first test, except for the pin under her robes.

Bagman left the tent once again, and upon hearing the whistle, Cedric followed him. The Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin stands erupted in applause, chanting "The true champion."  Ginny clenched her fists and was surprised to see that her gesture was copied by Ron.

Cedric appeared uneasy and took a hesitant step forward. He then raised his wand towards one of the rocks surrounding the Swiss shortnose dragon. Suddenly, the rock turned golden. Was he looking to create an imitation of the egg in order to replace it? The barking that followed ruled out such a hypothesis, leaving the audience just as confused.

The farmer began to run across the field, diverting the dragon's attention. Cedric took advantage of the distraction and began to try to get closer to the nest. Step by step, slowly and cautiously until his feet broke a branch on the ground, a sound imperceptible to humans but more than enough for the dragon.

Fire, burning the left side of Cedric's body. Climbing Fleur's skirt. Spitting into the air trying to catch Viktor Krum, until it was finally Harry's turn to face the largest and most fearsome of them all: the Hungarian Horntail.

The dragon's yellow eyes glared at Harry. Its scale-covered tail hit the ground once, twice, three times, in warning. To the sides, the audience was booing, but Harry didn't seem to hear the crowd. His eyes were completely focused on the dragon's wings.

Harry raised his wand and shouted, "Accio Firebolt!"— but nothing happened. The crowd began to laugh, led by Slytherin, and then the broom flew through the air straight into his right hand. Without wasting another second, Harry climbed onto it and began flying in the direction of the horntail.

"He's crazy," Ron said. But Ginny couldn't find the strength to respond. Her eyes were fixed on the broom, watching it move from side to side and up and down, trying to distract the mother from those eggs.

"THE TAIL!" Ron shouted, getting up from his seat, but it was too late. The scales had torn his robe. His brother sat down on the edge of the stands again.

"Now he is talking to her??" Ron squeezed Ginny's knee hard.

The beast stood on its hind legs and raised its black wings, but before the animal understood what was happening, Harry dived at full speed in the direction of the eggs, grabbing the golden prize just as he had seen himself catch the snitch in numerous matches.

Harry was an incredible quidditch player, the best on the broomstick, and the bravest. Ginny sighed; she was lost. No one would ever top that. A dragon! He had flown over a dragon!

"He is so incredible and fearless..." Ginny said to her brother, but Ron was already in the field running towards the tent. At least she would have more summers to drool over the image of Harry flying in her yard, recreating the confrontation with the horntail over and over again.

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-'' You know, this is precisely the reason why Romilda asked me the other day if it was true that you had a Hippogriff tattooed on your chest''- Ginny said taking a breath.

"What?" Harry stopped short for a millisecond before bursting into laughter.

The two were in one of the broom closets on the third floor enjoying the last hours of Saturday. Their ties lie on the floor next to their robes, Harry's shirt completely unbuttoned, and Ginny's skirt a few inches higher than her mother or McGonagall would approve.

"Why a hippogriff?" Harry asked, clearing his throat as if finally noticing the state of their clothing.

"I think," said Ginny, fixing her hair with her hand, "that is because of your trip to third year, but it seems to me like a waste to choose a flight across the lake during Hagrid's class as your best adventure. Anyway don't worry, I told her it was actually a Hungarian horntail. Much more masculine''

"Did you tell Romilda what?" Harry said mortified.

Ginny rested her hands on Harry's still uncovered chest again, waiting to see how the blush crept up his cheeks, she loved having that power over him after having blushed for him for so many years.

-'' I told her that you have a Hungarian horntail on your chest'' - Ginny said with a devilish smile - ''You should consider it, by the way.''

-'' And why would I get a dragon tattoo?''- Harry rested his hand on Ginny's back, bringing her even closer if that was possible.

-"I never told you?" said Ginny, "how much did it impress me that you outflew a dragon?"

-"No, I don't think so," Harry said, pretending to remember.

-"It was the most impressive thing I saw you do," Ginny added, running her hands over his chest.

-''Yes?''- Harry asked.

Ginny nodded and sealed the distance between their lips once again, undoing the two buttons that had cost Harry so much.

-"I think Sirius would have approved of a tattoo," Harry said almost breathlessly before leaning down to kiss her once more.

[hellonerf]

how do u think the allies + axis (including cana, roma, and prussia) would all separately personally torture ame ? :3c

ive noticed u r going through ame torture withdrawal so a torture ame ask u will get!!!!!

it doesn't have to be all of them but i think this is a fun question to think about whenever u r in a multishippy mood.

hiii thank you anon i will try. i've mentioned before my fav ame torchur stuff is when he's prevented from breathing and also talking, in general any way that rly rips his usual charisma and self image off. so thats my personal fav for cana because i don't know it's just funny right. like cana strangling the shit out of ame. poetic even. suited for a cana fit of rage which iii likeeee 🤒 and honestly anything works cause i luv caname and i luv ame torture so putting them together is always harmonic to me im happy ❤️ cana could drown ame or inflict blunt force trauma on ame or dismember ame and it's all good to me. see my yandere rant about how i think cana would do... or if i didn't get into that

england to ame. um. incapacitating stuff i think. it could be healing for england's psyche(?questionable). saw a (jp)comic once where ame as a child asked england if he'd still care for him if he was a human(rough machine translation) and england was like yeah and ame was like england...!!!❤️ and england pondered that he'd probably have to amputate all his limbs in that scenario(??? rough machine translation) so that's basically it. yeah. or any incapacitation works for him i think if he's like ohhh nooo i don't want to amputate my dear america thats messed up. thats kind of gross. i'll drug him up or something idontknow

rusia blunt force trauma i think. obvious reasons. in my head he's tamer here because im stupid. in general it'd feel more interrogation tactics kind of torture no? like... you know... (hits you with a pipe)(hits you with a pipe) really it's instinctual for him at this point. oohmmmggg america took more hits than usual before passing out... i think if he tortures ame too much and ame starts screaming horribly he'd be grossed out. 🤒 like that post by evilvillain i fucking forgot... (your scream is kind of shrill... almost effeminate... and it kinda grosses me out...) thats him

i ran out of thoughts for the others i'm not as invested in ame torture in them. oh maybe japan would fuck with it. yeah of course he would. slicing ame open would bring him joy i think. sharp wounds 🤧 okayyyy i'm out of thoughts i'm not fully awake rn gomenasorry okay thanks anon again. one of these days i'm going to really draw shit

[dmagedgoods]

sorry i really really really want to ramble because my GOD Raphael has me in a chokehold. my christian grandma would probably get an aneurysm if she ever learns the amount of affection i have for a fictional nasty devil man

Raphael always striked me as... i def don't have the needed english vocab for this, but, yk, nudging? hinting? suggesting rather than forthcoming? a cat seeing the rodent go into its hiding place and simply waiting near it rather than pushing its paw inside. a cat staring at it's human when they cook rather than trying to steal the food bits by itself. yk????

he nudges us in the right direction, he knows one way or another we'll do what he wants us to do and so he waits and plays around rather than straight up DEMANDING we do something. he only goes yeah yeah so and so its YOUUUR choice yes YOUR CHOICE..... its like that thing he said with Mol, what was it? "to choose the only option she has left"

and i think in a romance it would be very much the same, in situations. i imagine if he goes in for a kiss, he... well, he won't *go in* for it necessarily. he'll move in just enough for OUR mind to think of it, then patiently wait for US to make the first move, and goddamn it I'm pouncing onto him alright!!! it reminds me of a post i saw a longass time ago about how flirting is basically saying horny/affectionate stuff but also having enough deniability to say "oh,no, thats not what i meant at all". and he's literally the personalization of that.

"did... you flirt with me?" "take it as you will, little mouse, all i wanted to say is [explains in still a vaguely flirty manner lmfao]"

and that opens up, like... how would he be when he's not patient enough??? if his patience is JUST running thin he'll probably pull us closer yeah but make it not too obvious and more almost like how you pull in a dance partner. he can't let us know he NEEDS to kiss us, hmmm? and when his patience is gone for sure i can definitely imagine him just straight up grabbing us tbh. you didn't give the cat enough attention so get ready to be clawed at until you give it a VERY MUCH DESERVED treat you ungrateful human

(cat-coded raphael believers unite)

so so so sorry to drop all this text on you i--- 💀

🏃🏼🏃🏼🏃🏼🏃🏼🏃🏼

Anon, you stay right where you are! Don’t you dare and run away! [Guards, close the gates!] I'm being silly omg, don't mind me. But never apologize for coming at me with Raphael thoughts, I love this so, so much! 💕 Also I wholeheartedly agree! Raphael definitely is an observer who likes to tempt action and then see it unfold, curious for the direction it will go. The comparison to a waiting cat really fits! After all, isn’t it that much more satisfying if the food is brought to you instead of taking it yourself? 😌 "To choose the only option she has left", that’s quite classical devil behavior if you ask me. - Making the deal with him appear like the last resort. Maybe moving a few things into place here and there, but ultimately just offering a solution in desperate times of need. Omg, I wondered about this so much, anon! Because yes! True! Raphael has time and I even think it will take him a while to come to terms with his own feelings (those feelings he shouldn’t have as a devil). The “tempt then wait and see” behavior plays into this perfectly and gives him the chance to declare it a mere game he enjoys. I imagined a scene where Tav or Durge teases him and he can’t resist anymore, loses his patience, and kisses them with demanding passion. But oh, I really, really like your idea too. Maybe even more, since you are right, that’s such a him thing to do. Offering, preparing “the deal” but it’s Tav/Durge who needs to sign it by claiming those tempting lips for a kiss. Or well, why not combine it: Tav/Durge teasing him, Raphael losing his patience (we all know he struggles with self-control when confronted in well-aimed manners), but stopping himself from the last step, his fierce need so very obvious and still holding himself back, because as you write: He can’t let them know he is internally shaking with desire and yearning for them. And the way I imagine him to flirt is quite similar to this, indeed. Sometimes just teasing or some flattery, sometimes lewd like the liquor in bellybutton line, but he has this suave demeanor that always creates a bit of distance and allows his prey to take a step backward if they are not willing to go there (yet). Tav/Durge needs to be quite courageous to get that next step from him. Of course, Catphael Raphael has to make it hard for them, probably because he enjoys it but maybe also because he’s not quite sure how to deal with it all himself. His usual duality of hidden insecurities and egomaniacal pride we love him for.

[jacenotjason]

Can we just get some rambles about your AU, like nothing specific, just like little details you haven’t had the ask or idea to express artistically? I just love any little details about this AU (Howdy’s little finger beans)

AAAAA oh my god YES here’s some rambles from the depth that is this AU! Random factoids and snippets and hehehheheh

(Oh hey and checkout the AU itself!)

Hiding this under a ‘readmore’ becasue FUCK I WENT ON A RANT HAUIDA- i tried to stop i swear

OPEN THE FLOOD GATES!!

I HAVE PLAYLISTS FOR ALL THE CHARACTERS!! Ive been thinking about how to share them for awhile bc I LOVE these playlists and they help my brain rot on this AU but mm! Just wanted to get that out there im holding onto these

Something people didn’t catch was that in this animation, which is supposed to take place around the time Eddie moved into the neighborhood, he had his mail hat! But, currently, he doesn’t! That’s not because he lost it, Howdy actually stole it! Howdy immediately attempted to scam Eddie when he first arrived, stealing his hat and trying to sell it back to him, but he did not know that Eddie would not give a fuck. Howdy thought Eddie cared way more about his job then he actually does. So, Eddie’s hat is still currently decaying under Howdy’s desk.

All the characters have trauma or something depressing about them… except Julie! I’m not sure why but I just.. never came up with something reasonable for her backstory. I came up with a lot of ideas, but a lot of them seemed to cliche and controversial? Like, one of my ideas was some sort of sex working trauma, but I thought oooh of course you gave the most feminine character the sex working backstory! Another idea was eating disorder trauma, but again, ooh i gave the fem one the ED! The same thing happened with SA trauma, it all just felt so… cliche. And I felt like I would get a lot of backlash if I tried to implement this. So.. im still working on it!

^ originally Franks backstory was going to be completely SA related, but I changed that. Still not spoiling how, though.

^^ also I really liked the sex working idea! Because I think it would be interesting if thats how Eddie and her met. Not that Eddie bought sex from her, but that they like worked together and slowly became friends! Eddie kept her safe n stuff, beat the shit out of ppl that didnt pay yknow? Explored a deeper level of understanding between them

Ive been daydreaming about attempting to make my own little bootleg “play fellow exhibition” not nearly to the extent that Clown did, but just some sort of fake “restored” things! Maybe even fake interviews with those that remember the show! Ive even recorded some lines, of my own voice, of fake voice clips restored from the show. I haven’t had the confidence to post any of them just yet aa. I think my Eddie impression is IMPECCABLE though. Maybe bc I have a southern accent

^ also if this isnt obvious this AU is still a show being restored by a team, the show is just the adult parody ive created here. Ill be sure to specify if i ever post something restoration-lore-related!

The number of fingers they have is inconsistent, and that is not lore related! I am just an idiot! You might notice that sometimes they have 5, sometimes they have 4. I.. have no actual reason for this. I literally just.. forget! Im literally currently drawing a piece with Julie and Sally where they both have 5 fingers. Why?? Bc the reference I used was of two human girls so!! Just wanted to put it out there, that is not on purpose

I hide a lot of secrets in my art. Bc its fun. If you ever see something in my art thats a little too dark, feel free to up the brightness and see what you find. Does something sort of look like Morse code? Feel free to try it out! I’ll give you a hint, I have used both of these techniques to hide secrets in my art already. The Morse code one is really hard to find, though, so props to you if you find it!

I like to think that the AU’s show is like Rick and Morty. It started out this comedic, very clearly adult-humored show, but slowly the characters had lore! People started watching not for the humor but for the interesting characters. Like when Rick was revealed to have a depressing story with his wife and all that, it was the same as when ppl first found out about Frank’s strange amnesia and PTSD. Like “?? Who put lore in my funny adult comedy??” Yknow what i mean

^ i like to think there was some mind-bending moment where it was revealed Frank doesnt remember anything about his childhood and everyone watching was like :O

Originally in the show, (like season one), the characters were the way they are to make fun of those things. Confusing, but what i mean is that Poppy was a trans woman to make fun of trans people, Eddie and Frank were to make jokes about gay ppl, etc. but SIKE once the show got more seasons and got lift off they became actual characters instead of just jokes! The creators just wanted to make ppl love the show before they made the gay characters actually have personalities, so they couldn’t get cancelled prematurely! HA SUCKERS!!

FFUck okay i think i got it all out of me?? Idk feel free to ask again in like a month maybe more shit will have accumulated in my brain

[coolsosha]

Do you hate Asmo, or know someone who does?♡

Sosha, as a pro Asmo simp, will explain you, why this cute little boy deserves some love!♡♡♡

«I HATE ASMO!»

A lot of people dont really like Asmo-chan. But why? In this post Sosha will tell you more about this lusty man and will prove that this precious baby doesn't deserve so much haters. Also ASMO SUPREMACY!!!!♡♡♡

«Asmo is just a whore»

No, he is not. It's a part of his trauma. He was always just a cute little boy. Just an accessory. Just some pretty guy who is walking around Lucifer.

And only after coming to a human world parties, people started paying attention to him more thn just "a pretty boy".The more lusty Asmo gets, the more attention he receives. That's why our precious boy is often feels like some public bicycle.

However he has a looot more personality than "just a horny/pretty boy". He is not a whore and he is not sleeping with everyone who he sees in 25 millimetres.♡♡♡

«Asmo only loves himself»

Nu-huh. Even tho this boy is called narcissist, i dont really think that he is actually narcissist. At least not fully. Narcissist people love only themselves, while Asmo can truly love MC.

He is one of the affectionate of all brothers. Unlike of, for example, Satan, who doesn't actually shows his feelings often. Asmodeus is always so lovey-dovey around you. He also cares about your skin, almost same as he cares about his (i actually have a screenshot of one of his lines in season 3, something like "Mm, your skin is nice and smooth, you definitely get enough sleep tonight!"). And im also 100% sure he get MC some skincare products, but i don't remember when.

Asmo often says how much he loves MC and even if he is not, he does a lot of things to prove his love.♡♡♡

«Asmo doesn't have any type»

That one is less obvious. Asmo have an ability to see good in everything, but does that mean that he can fall for literally everyone? Not really. Asmo also have a taste. He won't fall for someone nerdy like Levi. He wouldn't fall for someone who doesn't have a taste or who is boring and home-sitting. Just because he is optimistic doesn't mean that he doesn't have a type.♡♡♡

«Asmo will cheat on u»

No. In one of the cards(Princess event one) MC complements another model from the poster. And that makes Asmo a little bit jealous and, after some spoilers, he says that he wants his precious human to look only at him. Also, i think i have a lot of horny screenshots where he tells that "i want you only to myself♡".

So, Asmo is not a open relationship type of guy. I don't think he can handle sharing his human with someone else. And, that means, that MC can also have their cute little demon only by themselves. That would be soo weird and soo not-Asmo if it wasn't like that. This loving and caring boy is not someone who would go on the side while he have his favourite human.♡♡♡

«BONUS»

I saw some posts about "Demon brothers when you are sick". And a lot of them are saying that "Well, Asmo wont take care of you, being sick is not pretty, so he is not being closer than 25 meters to you". I think thats kinda wrong. After all, Asmo is taking care of your skin and face, Surely, he won't be very happy with MC being sick, but he will definitely sit next to you and making sure that you will get your rest.♡♡♡

«WHAT ELSE?»

If you have some things about Asmodeus that makes you hate him, or, you maybe dont agree with my simp ass, when write in is the comments..messages.. uh.. idk how do you use Tumblr, i just got here. ♡♡♡

[abyssalpriest]

On the term: Veil of Ignorance (aka "the best way to go steal things is to walk out of the store like everyone else")

Lev gave me the term, or more so he used it quite a few times in front of me and I may or may not have picked up the same definition as he has in my head, but my definition still gets a job done. You may have seen me use it, and I'll explain the concept here, but it boils down to: The utilising and redirecting of the distance - ignorance - between you and other people's mind in order to "veil" or hide something true, mostly the self.

Lev hides in plain sight, uses the veil of ignorance, which is effectively "They don't know to look for me, they don't have the eyes to feel my energy, they don't have the knowledge to put two (my energy) and two (understanding of who that energy belongs to) together, therefore I can just sit among them and they won't know." The veil is that unknowing, unwillingness to learn, and overall, as I said, distance between his mind and the onlookers'. It's a philosophy behind a lot of his appearances where he just shows up and presumes - rightly - that no one is going to click that it's him. The ignorance is used to veil him like fabric would veil his face, where someone veiled can walk past family without even being recognised because ignorance shields recognition.

The concept extends outside this, it's complicated, but boils down to the fact that there's distance between your mind and others as said. Others don't feel your anxiety at being caught, they don't hear your thoughts, they don't know you're trying to hide something... But trying to hide something draws attention - hence, you use ignorance, not obvious forms of concealing, to be the concealment.

If you want to be open about your spiritual self online but don't want harassment, take advantage of the fact that they're ignorant of the importance of you declaring who you are - and find ways to invoke the ignorance. Your rare spiritual posts on a fandom blog draw attention, ignorance comes when you post about the same topic all the time but slip in those spiritual details you wanted hidden casually, and a little less explicitly than you may want. They just blur into the rest of the posting, no one knows which details are ones you dont want reacted to. And remember, your blog is one of many they follow. If someone's not informed that a post you're making is telling truths about you then they will treat it like one in a hoard of thousands of posts, something they may or may not read given it's just, to them, a post. If you want to be obviously x spiritual species but not have attention drawn, do it, and know you're veiled by the fact that no one knew to look out for you.

... And obviously extrapolate this to things outside of tumblr, e.g. your face as a customer is one of many the server sees in a day, they won't know you're anxious about having just cut your hair from long to short because you realised you're trans masc if you don't highlight your anxiety with it. Move with the crowd, move behind ignorance, they are ignorant to your reality until you let them into it. I'm just talking about posts for... a reason...

The key does boil down to the fact that you have to know that if they have the skills to know, they will know, so stay in ignorance. The idea itself is key in my work, where I don't care to announce to the world my relationship with Lev for example, but you will know if you can sense it. i can't hide it from you, but if you are at the skill level to know who we are you will be at the skill level to know its truths - basically... Ignorant people tend (tend, "ignorance" here is a neutral word, it's a quality we all have) to be aggressive when you tell them something they can't prove themselves, or when the truth is on a topic they just emotionally hate... naturally, thats human and indeed being-nature. But the amount of issues that come up when you walk into a room, like in Lev's case, and say "Im Leviathan, hi." The most insecure (speaking neutrally still, we are all insecure in some respects) people, the people with the least grip on their own ability to dissect truth from fiction, are naturally going to be the most scared and the most reactive. We all are like that in certain topics, because insecurity happens in all the areas we don't know much in, so when it comes to topics like spiritual existence, facts of who you are when you're someone powerful, and so on, the best thing you can do is not give the laypeople a reason to start sniffing out details in things that are going to scare them.

Diviners, oracles, (other) gods, professionals, people with keen clear senses, and other people with authority on matters you're veiling will be able to dig through your concealments, but they're less likely to start trouble if not through self-security and confidence in their ability to dissect the world, then certainly when they see and feel and know what you're hiding is a truth they can't fight... So the veil of ignorance not working so much on them is fine at the end of the day if you're strong enough to not have to veil completely, but you can always employ multiple types of concealment.

At the end of the day, it's just a low-energy - therefore very efficient - way of veiling and making yourself invisible. You want distance from yourself and others? You dont want everyone to see you face? Take advantage of the fact that no one is close to you and able to see you until you do the work to let them in, and work with that ignorance and make it work for you.

Why bother planning a heist to steal a cheeseburger at gunpoint from the clerk when you could just take it from the table of someone who went to the bathroom? Bad example obviously, that's nasty lmfao but stealing is the part in our society where we understand - even if we would never ever steal or agree with stealing - that "acting natural" is key to high odds of getting away with it, and the veil of ignorance is similar to that. Similar, but not quite the same, the difference being that the veil of ignorance being employed is not about changing your behaviour, its about being aware of whats around you and the ways in which people will presume you're not doing something they give a shit about paying attention to. It's being uninteresting so that people are uninterested in you. It's less like acting natural with the cheeseburger, and more like coming to a place where roads are being worked on and not acting natural IE wearing a high-vis vest you never would wear otherwise so you can take the traffic cones on to your truck and steal them. Where is the ignorance in others with regards to you? Play there, write there, be there. Put your work everywhere, dance in the day and night, but when the clouds pass over the moon thats when you pull out the moves you dont want anyone to see. You, to the audience, are just dancing, and the obscured movements under cloud cover are presumed to be... just dancing.

Do what you want, but don't drag others into it, and you'll find that the distance between you and others shows you that you werent as involved in their lives and brains as you thought. They're not scanning your posts for every instance you showed your secret kins or whatever, and the people that are doing that are going to look like they see something no one else does.

There's a variety of things used in it - a variety of different types of "ignorance". For me, people thinking I'm crazy and "just" psychotic is reworked into the veil. That's ignorance about who i am and what i can do, and means I can just straight up post "crazy"-seeming things about what i do and am and have people laugh me off. Problem solved. My demon and angel kin years? If I were still in them, I could find myself in the centre of huge arguments about how calling myself a demon or angel means i think im an authority and a this and a that when Im just minding my own business, but if they just think Im crazy? Sucks to be them, they'll never know, they're lost to this part of life because they refuse to find it. Likewise to accusations of insanity, accusations of being a novice when you actually have more skill, being incorrect and unable to see the truth, and so on can be reworked into the veil of ignorance. People's misinformed, malformed, negatively-intended, insulting, ignorant ways of viewing you are gaps between you and them and they are ways in which people will misunderstand you and stop caring about you. Make them do it on purpose.

And im not going to post here at the end about how this shouldn't be used for bad things, or you should take criticism instead of saying its ignorance, because honestly... That misreading of my post is the ignorance in question. I say one thing, you see what you want to see, thanks for the perfect example if you were going to say it. People will always have distance between their mind's projected idea of me and the real me, which means the real me can swim away under the surface while you argue with a projected reflection you think is the fish under the water.

[di-writes-stuff]

Evermore

Joel Miller x fem!Reader

Part 7

TW: Alcohol mentions, cursing, verbal arguments. Mostly just fluff and angst.

As the doors to Jacksonville open, what you see is like a foreign land.

It was…humanity?

People being people.

Mothers going on walks with their children.

Men drinking together on a porch.

There’s groups of people riding in and out on horses, together.

Working together.

Helping each other.

No robbing, killing, betrayal. Nobody is afraid of the person standing next to them. There’s comfort.

There’s trust.

It’s been so long since you’ve seen something like this. Such a blatant lack of hostility. A world that doesn’t revolve around killing or being killed. A world thats civilized.

Joel and Ellie gave you a glimmer of that. That trust, that comfort, that protection.

But seeing it on such a big scale? It hits you like a freight train.

“So, Joel, wanna introduce your friends or…”

Tommy’s voice is a bit uncomfortable. The three of you have been standing at the entrance of the town for a while now, mouths hanging slightly open as you take in the slight before you.

Joel turns to look at Tommy, introducing Ellie and explaining the situation to him before getting to you.

“And this is Y/N, my…uh, my…”

He trails off, words failing him as he tries to explain what exactly you two are.

Friends doesn’t cover it. It doesn’t begin to cover it.

But then again, it’s not like you two are anything, officially.

Doesn’t prevent his face from burning at the thought.

“This” is the word you two have been using to refer to it. Your bond. Your connection. Your…feelings. It’s just been this.

Partners feels too cold.

It really hits Joel that he has no idea what you are to him. He cares about you, of course he does.

He trusts you too.

He…

He can’t let himself admit it.

Not even in his own mind.

Those three words that haunt his thoughts whenever he looks at you lately.

Tommy has a bit of a smug smile on his face as he claps Joel on the shoulder.

He knows what the look on Joel’s face is.

It’s the same look he had when he brought a girl home for the first time.

“Don’t think too hard, ya might hurt yourself.”

You try to laugh at Tommy’s joke, but Joel refusing to name exactly what you are to him sends your mind spiraling with possibilities. You have no idea what you are to him.

You’ve never talked about it.

It’s like politics at the dinner table. The line neither of you dare to cross.

And you aren’t quite sure what he is to you either.

Joel is…he’s…

All you know is you…

Turns out you can’t admit it either.

Joel lets out a slightly uncomfortable chuckle, swiping his brothers hand away. His eyes slide over to you carefully, quickly flashing away when he finds you were already looking at him.

Ellie’s trying to very best not to laugh at the situation, the smile on her face obvious as she holds back.

Tommy continues to lead the three of you around, explaining what this place is, a commune of sorts, it seems.

As you stand in front of a bar, The Tipsy Bison, the blonde woman that nearly shot you earlier comes up to you.

“Hey. I-uh. I’m sorry about earlier. I’m Maria.”

You nod, understanding completely.

“It’s fine. Can’t be to careful.”

Introductions are made again, and Joel stops after saying your name this time around.

Tommy speaks again, sounding a little nervous when he does. “Well, Joel. This is your sister in law.”

You smile at Joel’s shocked expression.

“You’re married?” Joel asks incredulously, surprised that his little brother got married.

And if he’s being honest?

A little sad that he wasn’t there for it.

Tommy laughs at his shocked response. “Yeah man. Trust me, I didn’t think she would say yes either.”

You all laugh for a moment before Maria leads you into the bar, sitting you down at a table and bringing a few beers for the adults, and milk for Ellie.

As you sit you place your hand against the table, your fingers brushing against Joel’s.

You both forget to move them for a moment, contact has become less of a rarity between the two of you.

In fact, it’s starting to feel right whenever it happens.

You notice Tommy staring at your hands, and both you and Joel shift uncomfortably in sync.

It’s almost scary how similar you’ve become over the last couple of months.

You and Joel are like two pieces of the same whole. Yin and Yang. The halves of the moon.

Joel, he completes you entirely.

And you do the same for him.

There’s a moment of awkward silence. It’s obvious to everybody in the room that something is going on between you and Joel, painfully so.

Maria clears her throat.

“So, we’ve got a place you can stay for the night, if you want. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s got a couple rooms. Beds, too.”

Those words sound like a chorus of angels.

Beds.

Four walls and a roof.

This place might just be Heaven.

“Yes. I mean, thank you so much. That’d be great.” You quickly accept the offer, knowing Joel well enough to tell he wasn’t going to be so willing. Accepting help isn’t something that comes naturally to him.

You look over at Joel, praying he won’t disagree.

He’s about to decline before he looks at you, seeing the hopeful look on your face.

And suddenly, the word no is the last thing that he can think to say.

He nods, standing as Maria gets up to show you guys to the house. Tommy excuses himself to go do some work, and you follow his wife back onto the street.

“I’m guessing it’s been a while since you three have slept in a bed?” Maria asks.

You smile, shaking your head as you remember countless nights spent on the floor.

“You’ve got no idea.” You reply, enjoying the ease with which she talks to you. There’s not even a hint of a threat in her voice, and you can’t remember the last time you met a stranger like that.

You look up at Joel, watching as he looks around the town.

“Thank you, for letting them help us.” You speak to him quietly, and his looks down at you, a tiny smile appearing on his face when he sees you.

“It’s nothin.” He says casually, but you know better. You know there is nothing that man hates more than not being able to provide for himself. For the people who rely on him.

And letting them help him?

It feels like he’s passing him responsibilities to them.

It’s stupid, but it does. Yet, he does it anyway. And the reason why scares him a bit.

He’s doing it for you.

He’d do anything for you. There’s no point in denying it, not at this point, not when he knows just how much he cares for you. Letting himself care about you, get attached to you.

It’s the scariest thing Joel’s ever done.

Yet, he wouldn’t take it back for anything.

Not when he knows you care about him. It feels too good. Knowing he has somebody. That he has a person.

That you’re his person.

He doesn’t even realize you guys have entered the small house until you start walking up the stairs, too lost in his own thoughts. His thoughts of you.

“Here’s a room for you, Ellie. And, here’s yours.” Maria motions to a door on the left.

You and Joel go to enter the room and drop your packs off, and you freeze in the doorway.

When Maria said beds, she meant two. One for Ellie, and one for you and Joel.

You can feel your stomach drop and your face heat up as you stare at the single bed sitting in the middle of the room.

Joel’s whole body stiffens next to you when he sees the bed, knowing what it means.

Maria thought you two were…something.

Deep down in him, a thought occurs.

Aren’t you?

He pushes in down before it can grow.

“I, um, I can take the floor.” Joel speaks first, staring down at his boots as he does.

You sigh, looking at him.

“Joel, no. I can sleep on the floor, you take the bed.”

He gets ready to argue back before Maria interrupts.

“Oh. I- Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. I thought…I just assumed you two…it seemed like..I’m so sorry. Listen we can find another place.” She trails off, forcing the humored smile off her face.

You turn around, not wanting to put her to more trouble. “No, no, it’s fine. I’ll take the floor.”

Joel glares at you.

“No, I will.”

You sigh.

“You’re older. You’re getting the bed.”

Joel’s eyebrows furrow at your reasoning. He wonders for a moment just how old you think he is.

Too old for you to…

He refocuses on the conversation at hand.

“I’m not sleeping on that bed while you lay on the floor all night.”

You roll your eyes.

“I appreciate the chivalry, but you’re taking the bed.”

“No, I’m not.”

Maria escorts herself as you continue arguing, laughing a bit when she turns the corner.

If you two aren’t together yet, you will be soon.

“Joel.” You say, taking on a warning tone.

“For the love of God Y/N, if you sleep on the floor I am too.”

You throw your hands up in annoyance, looking at the bed again when Ellie pops her head in the doorway.

“You two argue like a married couple.” She comments, snickering a bit before suggesting a compromise. “Besides, why don’t you just share it, it’s a big bed.”

Both you and Joel look like a couple of schoolgirls with how red you turn.

“Ellie!” Joel says chidingly.

She just laughs, returning to her temporary room.

You stare at the bed again, careful not to look at Joel.

…She’s not wrong. It’s a big bed.

How the hell are you supposed to say this?

“I mean…listen, I’m not saying we should, but she’s got a point.”

The gravity of your suggestion hits you after you say it.

Sleeping with Joel.

Being that close to him.

You haven’t been…well, intimate, since all this started.

So the idea of sleeping in the same bed with somebody?

It’s a bigger deal than it should be.

Especially when it’s Joel.

Speaking of Joel, he hasn’t said a word.

“I-I’m sorry. I just meant, you know. It’s a big bed, and we’re both always sore, and I just thought maybe-.”

“I’ll take the left.”

Joel’s voice interrupts you, his words shutting you up.

You were almost hoping he would say no. Now you actually have to do it.

You feel anxiety build in the pit of your stomach as you think about it.

But, it’s a little exciting.

You quickly force yourself not to think like that.

You also force yourself not to watch as Joel sheds his jacket and stretches, the muscles in his back clear through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

Well.

You try not to watch.

Not very hard, though.

“Okay.”

Your fast agreement sends heat rushing through Joel’s whole body.

Deep down, he was hoping you’d suggest what you did the whole time. He feels bad about it. Almost dirty.

You’re not terribly younger than him, but still.

He feels gross.

He also feels like he’s being watched. He turns around to see you watching him like a hawk, your face painted pink with blush. The look in your eyes, and the way you avert your gaze the second he looks at you.

It tells him everything he needs to know.

A small smirk forms on his lips.

He doesn’t feel quite so bad after that.

He goes to leave, not before brushing past you in the doorway.

“Ya gonna drop off your bag?”

The question is innocent.

So. Innocent.

His tone, on the other hand?

You don’t know how he manages to make it sound like that.

It sends heat rushing to your face.

You drop your backpack on the floor wordlessly, walking out of the room. Joel trails closely behind you.

You poke your head into Ellie’s room.

“You doing okay?” You ask, trying to distract yourself from Joel.

She nods, reading what looks like a diary. You smile to yourself.

“Anything good in there?”

She snorts at your question, “Not really, just a bunch of stuff about boys. It’s pretty weird. Like, her biggest worries are grades and some guy named Kyle. He’s a douche, by the way.”

You smile, hiding how sad her reaction makes you. That girl has never known a normal life. Her whole world has been turmoil since she was born.

“Yeah, well. Most teenage girls are pretty lame. Actually, most teenagers are in general.”

She finally looks up at you, putting the book down.

“Are they all this obsessed with guys?”

You laugh and shake your head. “No, not all of them. I wasn’t, at the very least.”

You wince are your own words. You’re no better than a teenage girl now. Joel seems to consume every thought you have.

Joel, who’s leaning on the wall behind you, waiting for you.

His breath fans over your neck.

It sends shivers running down your spine.

Ellie huffs, picking up the diary again. You turn around and face Joel.

“Maria’s waiting out there.” He nods his head towards to hallway as he speaks. You begin walking that way, forcing yourself not to freeze when you feel Joel’s hand ghost over your lower back, leading you gently.

He drops his hand when you come in eyeshot of Maria, and you curse yourself for missing it’s presence.

Maria speaks evenly, not giving away that she notices the tension between you two.

“Hey. Um, I’m really sorry about the whole bed thing, again.”

Joel pipes up behind you. “It’s fine, really. Thank you again for all your help.”

He placed a special emphasis on the word really that makes your heart beat a little faster.

“Alright, if you’re sure.” She responds. “Anyway, if you guys aren’t up for it, I understand. But, there’s a little gathering at the bar tonight. Nothing big, just the adults around here. We get together, drink, swap stories, all that good stuff.”

She notices the unsure looks on both your faces.

You’re prepared to decline, and Joel nearly does before Maria speaks again.

“I know it sounds weird, but it’s nice to see people, well, being normal. Really. Just…think about it. Okay?”

You both nod slowly.

Joel’s still ready to say no.

You’re not quite so sure.

“Thank you. We’ll uh…we’ll talk about it.”

We.

Everything you and Joel do has become something you do together.

Ellie was right.

You really are like a married couple.

And you’d be a lying bastard if you said it didn’t make you a little giddy.

Maria nods and says her goodbyes before leaving.

Joel sighs loudly when she does.

“Not a chance.” He says, hoping to squash any ideas you had about convincing him.

“Oh, c’mon. Imagine having one normal night. One where your not watching your back the whole time for some clicker or robber. One where you can just relax.” You didn’t realize how much you wanted to experience that until you started vouching for it.

Joel gives you a look that you’ve come to recognize as his way of calling somebody an idiot.

“Yeah, cause being in a crowded bar, surrounded by people I don’t know is my idea of relaxing.” He answers sarcastically.

You lean over the counter you two are currently standing on opposite sides of.

“Please, Joel? It’s not like I’m gonna go alone. We don’t have to stay long, I just…listen. I wanna see it. See what Maria talked about. People acting like human beings instead of animals. You gotta understand that, at least a little?” You give him the same look from earlier.

The one he can’t bring himself to say no to.

The one that drives him crazy because your just so damn beautiful.

The one he can’t let himself look at too long.

Joel sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Fine.”

The smile that spreads across your face is one of the best things he’s ever seen.

……………………………………………………………………………………

Joel Miller feels like a fool.

A clean, trimmed, combed fool.

He blames you.

He showered. He trimmed his beard. He even cleaned up his hair a bit.

All to try and impress you.

He is a fool.

And he’s waiting to walk you to a bar.

It’s not a date. He’s had to remind himself of that quite a few times now.

But by God, it’s starting to feel like one.

You walk out of the hallway, your hair falling over your shoulders instead of your usual braid. You’ve replaced your ratty old flannel with a tighter shirt for the night. One Joel assumes Maria gave you.

It’s nothing special.

In fact, it’s not really anything at all.

That doesn’t stop Joel from staring at you the way he is.

“Hey.”

You say it so casually.

Like you don’t know his palms are sweaty and his heart is racing right now because of you.

And maybe you don’t. But to Joel, it feels impossible that your still completely oblivious.

You’re not.

You see him staring, you see everything. You even see the way the fabric of his shirt rustles every time his heart pounds in his chest.

You know.

Ellie pokes her head out of her doorway.

“Have fun on your date!” She shouts, her teasing hasn’t stopped since she found out where you two were going, and Joel’s gotten the most of it.

You just shake your head and laugh, but Joel seems a bit more annoyed.

“Not. A. Date.” He annunciates each word, and you’d guess he’s said that more than a few times tonight.

He ignores the voice in the back of his head that agrees with her.

As the two of you walk out the door it’s quiet for a while. Not uncomfortably so, you’ve both gotten used to walking together in silence.

“Thank you, for coming with me.” You laugh a bit before continuing. “I’m sure you’d rather be doing anything else.”

He looks at you, something like love glistening in his eyes.

“It’s nothin. Besides, this…it ain’t too bad.” He admits, hoping you catch his meaning. Of course he’s not looking forward to the event itself.

But you?

That part, he definitely doesn’t mind.

You smile sweetly, looking down at the ground. You reach the bar fairly quickly, and Joel holds the door open for you as you enter.

Maria was right.

It’s nice. More than nice. It’s incredible. People are mingling everywhere, laughing, drinking, chatting.

Happy.

It feels too good to be true, but here it is, right in front of you.

Even Joel has to admit, it’s refreshing.

Both of you immediately veer towards the bar, where you’re greeted by Tommy.

“Hey!” He turns to you, a smile on his face. “How the hell did you manage to drag him here.”

You laugh a little, sitting down next to Joel.

“Aw, it wasn’t too hard. Just needed a little convincing.”

Tommy quirks an eyebrow, giving his brother a knowing look.

“Huh, guess you’ve got a magic touch, then. Joel might be the most anti-social man I’ve ever met.”

Joel rolls his eyes as if he’s heard this a million times before.

“Yeah yeah, how about some drinks, hmm?” Joel asks, clearly trying to shut up his younger brother.

Tommy laughs, handing over a couple bottles of beer, and two glasses of whiskey.

“On the house. Have fun, you two.” He flashes Joel a teasing look when he tells you to have fun, causing him to groan.

You sip at the whiskey, finding that it’s a hell of a lot less potent than the shit you’ve been drinking from Joel’s flask.

Both you and Joel stick to yourselves, talking like you always do. You start to lay off the booze when you feel yourself getting a bit fuzzy, not wanting to end up with a hangover tomorrow.

“Already? Damn, your a lightweight.” Joel nudges you a bit with his shoulder, laughing when you glare at him.

“Oh shush. I’m not that bad.” You respond, sighing when Joel looks pointedly at your meager pile of empty bottle, only a few sitting next to you.

You slap his shoulder and he laughs.

God, you love his laugh.

You could get drunk off his laugh.

Joel Miller is so much more intoxicating then anything you drank tonight.

“C’mon, you’re really telling me you can’t handle one more?”

You sigh, giving in and flagging down Tommy, grabbing another beer from him and downing it quickly.

You’re definitely tipsy.

Joel is too, but he doesn’t show it as much, and he certainly takes more to get there.

The song switches to a slow dance, and you turn around, watching as people move to dance. There’s an older couple right in the middle, probably in their sixties.

The way they look at each other, it’s like they never left their honeymoon.

You don’t let yourself look at Joel, but he’s the only thing that comes to your mind when you watch them.

You’re distracted watching couples swaying to the croony old music.

Tommy comes up behind Joel, speaking quietly.

“You’re a fool if you don’t ask her.”

Joel turns around, pulling his gaze from your face.

“I can’t.” He responds. He feels pathetic, but he can’t bring himself to do it.

“You can. You just won’t.”

Joel sighs. His brother is right, and it takes a lot for him to admit that.

Tommy slides him another shot, a knowing smile on his face.

“C’mon, man.”

Joel brings the cup to his lips, downing the shot quickly, turning to you before the liquid courage dies away.

He stands, the blood in his body rushing to his feet as he does. Every sense he has feels heightened when you turn to face him.

You tilt your head, confused for a moment when he extends a hand towards you. You look down at it for a moment before looking back at him, realization crossing your face when you realize what he’s doing.

“C’mon.”

It feels like his voice is the only sound in the room when he speaks.

You smile like a giddy teen at prom, taking his hand.

“I’m not very good at this.” You warn as he leads you to the outskirts of the floor.

“I’m not either.” He says, a smile playing on his lips when he feels your arms wrap around his neck, his own slipping around your waist.

You’re not sure if it counts as dancing, more like swaying. But it sends your stomach fluttering all the same.

“Thank you.”

Your voice is soft and shy when you speak, even meeting Joel’s eyes takes effort tonight.

He just nods, his mouth dry as he holds you. He wasn’t supposed to let it get this far. He was supposed to stop caring. He was supposed to consider you a partner. Nothing more. A comrade, almost.

And now?

He’s too far gone. Lost in you. Everything about you pulls him in, your voice, your laugh, your smile.

Joel doesn’t consider himself lovable.

He never has.

But you make him doubt that. Even if it’s just for a second. On late nights spent by the fire when you spend hours talking and your eyes meet, everything stops. You make him think maybe, just maybe, you could feel the same way he does.

But it fades, it always does.

Your heart races as you lay your head on his chest, desperate for an excuse to stop looking into his eyes, the ones you always find yourself coming back to.

On the contrary, Joel thinks his heart stops when he feels you settle into his arms.

It’s been months of this.

Months of pining.

Months of anticipation.

Of waiting for something to happen that will finally cross the line you two have drawn in the sand.

Months of patience.

It’s all getting to be too much.

You hear his heart hammering in his chest and you look up, the alcohol in your system making you a bit bolder than you would usually be.

“Joel…”

His eyes snap back to you when you say his name.

Holding back from each other. It’s a task your not sure you can do anymore.

One your not sure you want to do anymore.

Your right hand slips from the back of his neck to the side of his face, the left falling to his chest.

He leans in despite himself, pulling you closer to him. He should stop this. He doesn’t know how to do this. How not to be alone.

He can’t bring himself to do it.

Your lips brush slowly, softly, tentatively.

His hand moves to cup your head, and he kisses you. Really, kisses you.

And suddenly, Joel Miller is your whole world. His body pressed firm to yours, the warmth that radiates off of him.

His smell.

His hands.

His lips.

His kiss.

It’s so careful, yet so firm. His lips move against yours like God made them just for this purpose. The taste of the liquor he was drinking overwhelms your senses, and you gasp despite yourself. You lean further into the kiss, standing on your toes to deepen it.

And Joel. He could do this forever. He could be with you forever. He wants to be with you forever. He wants you. He needs you.

Fuck.

He needs you.

He’s come to rely on you, in a way.

The one mistake he can’t afford to make. The one he swore to himself he wouldn’t make.

Joel Miller loves you.

He pulls away suddenly, fear of his own feelings flooding his brain. He moves you back, dropping his hands back to his side. The hurt look on your face shatters him, but he can’t. He can’t stay. He can’t tell you why he stopped.

He can’t explain, because explaining would require confessing.

And that.

That would be the last straw.

And so he leaves you standing in the bar, confused, hurt, and alone.

……………………………………………………………………………………

It’s been hours since you got home and showered. You’ve been laying in bed, bathed in darkness, waiting. Worrying.

You wish you weren’t.

You wish you could say to hell with him and fall asleep.

But you can’t.

You can’t because you need Joel as much as he needs you.

Because you love him.

The thought is overwhelming. It’s foreign and it’s kind of terrifying.

But nonetheless, you’re laying in bed, waiting, praying, for Joel to come home.

The door to the bedroom opens, and you hear his familiar heavy steps. You breath a sigh of relief, not turning around, not daring to utter a word.

And the bastard gets in bed.

Like he didn’t do what he just did.

You can’t help it. Anger rushes through your body as you sit up and grab the pillow, smacking him with it.

He jumps, sitting up and turning to look at you.

“What the hell are you doing?” You ask, whisper-screaming him as to not wake up Ellie. You’re grateful for the darkness when you feel tears begin to form in your eyes.

“I thought you were asleep.” He says guiltily.

Your seething at this point.

“No, Joel, you asshole! I wasn’t asleep. I was up, I’ve been up this whole damn time waiting for you to get back. Because I care. I actually care, I don’t just pretend to.” You say, tears now dripping down your face as you throw the pillow at his chest. You wipe your face furiously, hating that your hurt.

Hating that all you want is to be back in that bar. Before he left. Back to that perfect moment.

The moment you thought he might actually care. That he wasn’t as bad as everybody, including himself, made him out to be.

He catches the pillow, grimacing when he feels a wet spot, one he figures out is from your tears.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He whispers, shame coating every word he says.

You throw your hands up, getting up from the bed and pacing. “Oh, well if you’re sorry then I guess it’s all okay! I guess it doesn’t matter that you left me and didn’t say a fucking word. That you’ve acted like you cared for months all to just, what? Leave the second you get what you wanted out of me?”

He runs a hand over his face as he gets up too, trying to walk over to you when you point a finger at him.

“Get away from me.”

You’re dead serious. You want him away. Far far away, so that you can’t think about what it felt like to have him hold you.

“I never pretended to care. I do c-“ He begins, desperate to explain, but even more desperate to keep his secret.

You cut him off angrily “Oh shut up, Joel! Just shut up. You didn’t care. You still don’t care. People who care don’t do that. They don’t hurt you. They don’t fucking humiliate you. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was? Us aside, standing there, watching you storm out and leave me. It was cruel, Joel. You’re cruel.”

You’re words hurt more than he ever would have though they could. And they’re not true. He never once pretended to care about you. In fact, the only thing he ever tried to pretend was that he didn’t.

“I’m sorry-“ He began again, trying to explain.

“No Joel! Stop saying your sorry! Stop apologizing! You made a fool of me. An absolute idiot. I thought…I thought you…”

You can’t say it.

It would be weak.

It would be pathetic.

You thought he loved you. For a second, you did.

He sees right through you. He knows exactly what you thought.

And he knows it’s true.

And he’s angry.

Furious, even.

Not at you, though.

Joel is livid with himself.

“I do, Y/N! I did and I do. And I realized it. It hit me tonight like a fucking freight train. And it terrified me, because I am not a good man. I’m mean, and I’m guarded, and I’ve got blood on my hands and a lot of it. And you deserve better then me. Than what I can give you. And God I want to be that for you, I wish I could. But I don’t know how to love somebody, Y/N.”

His chest heaves after he finishes speaking, the silence deafening.

Oh.

Oh.

Love.

He just confessed.

Not directly, but with all the clarity in the world, Joel Miller told you he loved you.

Your eyes soften, and you step closer to him, almost subconsciously, everything about him drawing you in.

“We can learn.” You speak gently now, every ounce of anger drained from your voice. Being mad at him is exhausting.

You raise your hands to cup his face, leaning up and kissing his forehead with every ounce of softness you can muster.

“Come to bed.” You whisper against his skin, moving away and climbing into bed, listening as he slips under the covers next to you.

You roll over, facing him as he lays on his back. Your eyes droop, and the last thing you hear before sleep takes you is Joel’s voice.

“Thank you.”

A/N: Okay so this is super long, so if you read the whole thing thank you. I really hope you enjoyed.

-di

[faun-the-fawn77]

New Short Story Idea?

Okay so when I finish the Rengoku fic in my drafts I kinda wanna start a mini(?) story of something that has been in my mind for a bit now.

I've been reading a lot, and I mean A LOT, of fanfics centered around isekai!reader x various and now I want to do something similar! Who doesn't love a modern girl falling into a world they love? This post will be the first of two. There will be a poll below so you can vote for what it asks!

Now, onto the plot(?) of the story.

We got modern girl waking up in new world. The part of the timeline? I kinda wanna start it near where the trio are at that mansion with drum demon. I'll have them wake up in the forest nearby and wander towards the noise. She's adventurous and the way she woke up into the KNY world is maybe she went out into the forest she normally goes and its an alice in wonderland situation where she falls into a hole and after falling for so long she passes out. She has a backpack that she usually takes with her so its got essentials. I haven't really come across any fics where the reader has like their phone or anything modern with them except for their outfit. I think it would be interesting if she had her phone and of course other modern things in her pack. Maybe food from her time, water bottle, battery pack with cords, polaroid camera(?), another set of clothes, and MAYBE a few of the KNY manga. It'd be cool if the art inside the books disappeared and were just blank? OR they stay the way they are and they show Amane who describes the scenes they open up to to Kagaya? And then he and his family is kind of the only people who know that she knows the future and he trusts her to let things take its course but she obviously will save the ones that she wants... cough cough rengoku cough cough... anyway!

it'll just follow the plot but with a new character from the modern world who spouts nonsense(Gen Z slang cause it would be funny seeing their confused faces when reader/oc starts dropping words like "rizz" and "gyat"). Maybe have that language barrier as well. Make reader/oc learn japanese(she'll only know the basics at first and definitely every curse word cause thats amazing). The few manga she has with her? Lets say she has volumes 18-20. Amane chooses the 20th volume to skim through.

Now, for the characters main characteristics(?) I guess. The obvious one being her breathing style. I would have gone with my main thing and choose ice but it's kind of generic cause i've seen quite a bit of fanfics with the reader/oc having that breath style. I kinda wanted to go with a more animal-like one like Obanai. He's the only one who has a style that's animal related and it would be amazing if we could get someone else who has an animal breath style. I actually might make three posts and have this one be about the breath styles to choose from.

Yeah, we're gonna do breath styles first so I can get an image of reader/oc's personality.

Poll below:)

I was gonna go for ten but I think these 8 are the most interesting to me. Dragon is actually calling to me but thats because I've been watching a lot of Game of Thrones...I'm actually putting it off because I've heard that the "Red Wedding" is the worst thing to ever witness and while I have not been spoiled for it, the reactions I have seen from people who were watching it for the first time made me scared but also insanely curious. If it really is bad then I feel prepared but that's because I'm going with it being as bad as me watching all three Human Centipede movies at a not appropriate age to watch said movies. That was off topic, I'm sorry.

Vote away! Next post will be to choose if you want it to be an "x reader" or an OC that I can create cause I love doing that and it makes me happy and gives me a chance to pick up my Apple Pen again.

The last poll will be the love interest(s). Do we want one or all? We will see>:)