#hey look at my cupcake avatar

[atticsandwich]

out of focus, eye to eye

pairing: beelzebub / gn! reader (mc)

fluff, the slightest of tension, food + you = a happy demon

The times Beel shows his love for you, not through words, but in the little things you didn't think he would notice.

(He does.)

happy birthday beel and belphie 🥹 i only had enough brain juice to write for one twin, i'll make it up to you soon bel, i promise

—

11:59.

You didn't usually crave for something to eat at the dead of night, especially with how hearty some dinners at the House of Lamentation can be. Today was no exception; Leviathan as the designated cook of the day laid out an entire spread of dishes from an anime he's been watching recently, his dedicated effort paying off with an across-the-board commendable feast.

Really, you had no business still being hungry after everything you ate, but your growling stomach commands otherwise.

"There should still be some leftover doughnuts from yesterday..." you think to yourself as you close the door of your room. Thankfully, the kitchen's right next door, but that also means you immediately notice the tell-tale signs of a very awake, very hungry demon.

"There goes my doughnuts..." a tragedy, considering nothing is safe when the Avatar of Gluttony is in one of his midnight fridge raids.

"Hm? Oh, you're awake. Were you hungry too?" you must've been standing there for quite a while now for Beel to notice you, as he waves and motions for you to come closer.

"Sort of, yeah," you reply, walking to his side. "Got anything for me?"

Wordlessly, considering he just shoved an entire cupcake in his mouth— sorry Asmo— he points to a familiar box towards the side.

"...Doughnuts? I thought you've eaten them by now," you say, pleasantly surprised. Taking the box from the fridge, you take a seat by the demon's side. Upon opening, you notice that although it was indeed already eaten from, two of the same ones were left as is.

"Hm...? These are..."

"They're your favorite kind, so I made sure to save them for you," Beel says it so nonchalantly, immediately resuming his fridge raid, but you can't help the butterflies that start twirling in your belly, hunger almost dissipated.

Taking a bite, you finally relish in fulfilling your sudden craving. A few more and half a doughnut's left, and you realize that Beel switched to looking at you eat, a fond smile in his face. You couldn't help but fluster at the attention, averting your gaze away from his.

"...You have some crumbs around your mouth," before you could say anything in reply, he takes his thumb and wipes the side of your lip, his eyes on you the entire time. You muttered a shy 'thank you' before he takes his own thumb to his mouth, clearing off the crumbs that were on yours.

"...Mmm, I get why they're your favorite. It's really good."

—

Lunchtime at R.A.D can sometimes be a life-or-death affair, especially when the cooks decide to put their best foot forward for the day. Today was one of those days— with a today's menu spread rivalling that of Ristorante Six, you can almost feel the overflowing anticipation seconds before the bell rings.

5 seconds...

At this point, nobody's listening to the professor, but the fidgeting figures of students eager to dash out is quite a sight.

3 seconds...

Being human meant being at a disadvantage, you thought. Yes, your magical prowess is pretty prominent, but the average demon can still physically overpower any regular human.

1 second...

"Hey, did you want to eat out for lunch today?"

Beel's voice overtakes the blaring of the lunch bell, demons of all sizes rushing immediately towards the cafeteria. In the distance, you see Mammon's figure scrambling and slinking his way throught the crowd like a little snake— smart.

Yeah, there's no hope for you out there today.

"That sounds nice actually," you sigh wistfully. Maybe next time, after you get some wrestling pointers from Beel.

"Hell's Kitchen has some really good deals for lunch today, plus they have a new dish I really wanna try," you walk out the room with the demon, already daydreaming of his lunch spread.

"Don't worry. Next time, I'll carry you on my shoulders so we can run through the lunch crowd together," he must've noticed how you were staring at the cafeteria earlier. You gave him a reassuring smile, as if telling him you're fine.

"Thanks, Beel. But you're capable enough as is now, so... don't you want to try the chef specials today?"

"Well, yes, but I could always do that another time. I'd rather eat lunch with you," the earnesty in his voice gave you butterflies again, and you hope you're hiding how flustered you are now sufficiently.

"...I'd rather eat lunch with you too, Beel."

He hums happily in response, taking your arm on his own. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, and you give him a squeeze back.

—

Sorcerer training days with Solomon varied in difficulty each week; sometimes you two would simply brew a bunch of potions together, while other times he'd have you cast a variety of spells in succession, often resulting in you tiring out your magic reserves.

Unfortunately for you, today was spell day.

You almost always came home late during these kinds of days too— which meant dinner was usually done by the time you got home. You usually didn't mind, as it also meant the house was a lot more quiet, with the brothers all retreating to their rooms for their end-of-the-day routines. After grabbing a quick bite to eat, you head to your room, fully prepared to just collapse in bed.

Weird— was my room this tidy when i left this morning?, you wondered, but who were you to look a gift horse in the mouth? Your study area was organized, the room smelt like fresh linen and citrus, and your bed—

Ah.

Beel has his head laid on your mattress while seated on the floor, letting off the smallest of snores. You let out an endeared sigh, approaching the large demon, analyzing his face as he slept before you gently tapped his shoulders to try wake him up. The demon grumbles in response, eventually slowly opening his eyes. When he finally notices you, he opens them fully, before pulling you down for a hug.

"You're back," you can feel him smile in the embrace. Although tired, you try to return the hug as best you can.

"Were you the one who cleaned my room?"

"Yeah," he nods in confirmation. "You looked more tired recently, so I wanted to help out. But, uh... I think I got some crumbs on the floor from eating while I was waiting for you. Sorry..."

You laugh again, pulling the both of you up from the floor to sit on the bed.

"Thank you, Beel. That was very thoughtful of you," you give his nose a little peck, and it's adorable the way he hums happily in response, clearly content with your satisfaction (and kiss). You sometimes wonder what you did to deserve someone like Beel, but then again, if you told your younger self the life you're living now, you'd probably look at yourself crazy.

"Well, since you're already here and I woke you up, let's just sleep together," you suggest, patting on the opposite side of your bed as an invitation. It's amazing how those string of words instantly light up his face.

"Really?" he asks, although he's already walking to the other side of the bed, already accepting the invite.

Quickly changing into your sleep clothes, you dive into bed right next to him, his arms open and ready to slot you in. You fit in his hold just right, and you inhale the distinct scent of wood and vanilla— which, coupled with how one of his hand is softly stroking the back of your head, quickly lulls you into comfort, your eyes starting to droop.

"G'night Beel," you say, sleepily.

"Goodnight," he returns, before leaning down to plant a small kiss on the crown of your head, and another on your forehead.

As you finally succumb to the world of dreams, the last thing you hear a small hum and a whisper of "I love you."

Tomorrow, you'll say it back to him first thing in the morning.

—

tags: @insomniachox

[hillery]

the youtube freaks eps | pilot

one day, hillery's mom was take a care of hillery

polly (hillery's mom): here you go, hillery. your having a good job make your geeks and loved. and pls. don't forget to take care of your gangs

hillery: no problem, mom i am shame about this...i kind of like very different but....yes anyway

moonlight comes to visit

moonlight: hey there

hillery: oh?

moonlight: you got a minute?

hillery: um....can i go for the home btw?

polly (hillery's mom): sure

hillery: ok i'll see you again

polly(hillery's mom): good bye.

bugs bunny hillery leaves polly to go with a girl. meanwhile?

moonlight: hey

hillery knows that he look at her face

moonlight: do i know you?

hillery: oh yes my name is hillery. bugs bunny hillery

moonlight: wow...nice to meet you. i'm moonlight bunny love

hillery: sound good (grouling his tummy) i gets i feel hungry

moonlight: oh ok...well lets go have some snacks so later we going to the park

hillery: let's go

after they eat snacks they go to the park and play....shady and lulu saw a orange bunny and anime girl

shady: HEY THERE BRO...IT'S YOU

hillery: (gasps) oh my gosh..you scared me...

shady: sorry for dissapont...my name is shady and this is lulu

lulu: hello

hillery: wow. you guys are such a amazing...my name is hillery and this is moonlight

lulu: hi moonlight bunny love

hillery: *chuckles*

rozyclozy: hello guys

they saw rosyclozy and gacha vida

fuente: hi hillery

hillery: oh...hi rozy. hi gacha vida

fuente: hey how u doing good to see you man

hillery: oh. yes

moonlight: we can team up together like. we apartners

hillery: moonlight's right...we can be apartners

shady: oh what kind of apartners?

hillery: apartners call......"the youtube freaks"

all: (cheering)

moonlight: wait, wait, wait....one think at all....also we call..... "the shadebooms"

all: (cheering)

lulu: yay...the youtube freaks and the shadebooms.

hillery: sound good...should we back home?

meanwhile in the home of geeks and loved hotel

shady: wow...hillery this place is very helpful and very cool isn't it

hillery: thank you

moonlight: i've never being so bored about it hmm?

hillery: yes..i know you are...where the others. what about the billboard?

lulu: uuhhh.... what kind of billboard?

hillery: a rubber ducky billboard

moonlight: a rubber ducky billboard?

hillery: yes

shady: (evil laugh) i love rubber ducky billboard

hillery: everyone notice we can have a ducky billboard. WHO'S WITH ME!?

all: WE ARE! rozyclozy: we are

fuente: uhh....sort of?

hillery: oh yeah..lucky me lol

in his room. the telephone rings

hillery: hello

annouced: greetings, hillery...i know your notice your been a geeksing isn't it?

hillery: your not to talk about it

fuente: hey there. hill

hillery: hey, fuente

fuente: what you doing?

hillery: i was draw my avatar

fuente: avatar?...wow that's cool

hillery: yeah..i guess

shady: i have being starting for 18 year old

lulu: why not, shady?

shady: well...i curious my varmintz deluxe should be the clarity of the enermies...and...they just kick him into the dens

lulu: not about those...you beloved me for cupcakes right

shady: ughhh.....does this mean i can be a raccoon anime more aften?

ending

@gamerdiana @bamthebatmobile

@inspectorcosmo

[ladybaguette]

Lectures de Noël : French Books for Christmas!

Believe me when I say I searched far and wide to find some French Christmas reads, and by that I mean French novels written by French authors.

First of all, I haven’t read any of these yet, so I can’t really tell if they’re any good, I’m basically judging by the description, the theme and...well, the covers (can you blame me?) Not that I had much choice; those are pretty much the only contemporary Christmas novels I could find, not counting the translated ones (there are TONS of these if you want, but I wanted authentic French stuff).

If you happen to know any other French books (by French authors) that fall under this category please let me know! :)

Anyway, let’s cut to the chase:

Y aura t-il trop de neige à Noël ? This one is a collection of 12 short stories written by six different authors who are, as the book cover says, “the stars of French romantic comedy”.

Mon ex, sa copine, mon faux mec, et moi by Juliette Bonte, is - true to its title - about a young woman named Chloé who goes on a work trip but has to deal with her ex being there too, along with his drop-dead gorgeous fiancé with whom he cheated on Chloé. In an attempt to save herself from this awkward situation, she brings along a stranger to pose as her boyfriend.

Une bonne raison d’aimer Noël by Elsa Carat is about a young woman who dreads spending Christmas with her family, but a guest invited by her sister might just change her mind about Christmas time.

Panique sous le sapin by Valérie Bel is about a guy who gets into trouble for swapping the Christmas presents of the two women in his life. Serves him right if you ask me but hey I haven’t read the book yet :D

BONUS:

Noël, le kit de survie by Marianne Levy (which is basically a Christmas advent calendar, a blog post for every day of December up until the 25th).

I know most of these (okay all of them) fall under the category of Christmas chick-lit but that’s what I was looking for; a light, fluffy read. At least I hope so, haha!

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! Joyeux Noël à tous !

Now I’m just gonna leave this link here. Okay, bye. Happy reading! ;)

[raineydays411]

My Father's daughter pt 3

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.

a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them💕💕

You were furious.

You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.

"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.

"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.

"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."

"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."

"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"

Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"

The two men cringe at the words

"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"

Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.

"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."

and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.

"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.

"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.

You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.

"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."

You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.

Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.

"A girl needs her mother"

*punch*

"Oh petal I wanted to call"

*punch* *punch*

"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"

*BANG*

You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.

"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."

You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.

"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."

You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.

"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.

You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.

"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."

You finally speak, "Why now?"

Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."

"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"

Pepper nods," I love you."

You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."

"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.

"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"

"Y/n we just ate!"

"Like an hour ago"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.

Which didn't bother you one bit.

But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.

"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.

"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.

"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.

"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.

"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.

"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"

"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.

"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.

Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?

Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."

"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.

"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.

"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.

Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."

""And did she apologize after?"

"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."

Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"

"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."

Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.

"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.

" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."

And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"

Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.

Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.

"So...Pepper-"

"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."

"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"

"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.

Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.

"I wanna see what happens."

Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"

"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”

Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.

Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices

"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."

"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.

"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.

"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"

She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.

You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.

"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.

You open the box to see...cupcakes.

"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.

You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."

Lie.

Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."

And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.

"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.

"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.

"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.

Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.

"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.

"Damian!" Christine scolded.

"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."

Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.

"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.

You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."

Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."

"Tt"

"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.

You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.

You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.

"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"

"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.

"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.

You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."

Cassandra scowls and looks away.

Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."

Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"

You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"

The whole family froze.

You knew? There was no way.

"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."

"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”

“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.

“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”

“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.

Bruce didn’t know how to feel.

On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.

But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.

“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.

You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”

Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.

You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.

“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.

The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.

But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?

“I let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.

”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”

Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!

“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”

You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”

“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”

You snicker, earning a few glares.

“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.

The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.

“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”

You were not good at this.

“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”

Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”

Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.

“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”

“ I don’t know. Stay here” He says summoning his suit.

“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.

The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.

You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”

You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.

“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.

Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.

“Mother we cannot..”

“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.

“ Come on son.”

“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.

“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.

The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.

“Let’s go.”

They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.

“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”

You usher them in.

“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.

You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”

You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.

The room is silent.

“ She’s awesome!” Jason says with a laugh.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can you do a scenario Obey Me were MC has a accidental nip slip that she doesnt notice, but the brothers do.

For the sake of an even playing field, all 7 boys will be reacting to the same scenario: coming to wake MC up in the morning for school only for their titty to be half out.

Lucifer

His knock was polite, but stern. Three short raps, followed by a long pause, before he let himself in. “[Y/N], I have to insist you get up now. You will be late for classes.”

You groan and cruel further into yourself under the covers. Trying to hold on to your sleep, but it was already slipping away through your fingers. With a huff you uncoil yourself and come out from under the covers. “Alright. I’m up.” You announce. Awake but still dreamy eyed as you rubbed the sleep from them.

When your eyes refocus, you see Lucifer staring at you. His face it’s normal placid expression, but definitely staring. “What’s wrong?” You ask. Was your hair some sort of crazy way?

The demon smirked and walked over to you. You blush as he came close to your bed and bent over, rebuttoning your pajama top that had come open in the middle of the night and left your left side exposed. How embarrassing?!

“Perhaps I should come wake you up more often.” He said with a sultry smirk. “Or at least not on a day when you have school. Now, I must insist you get ready. Our model exchange student can’t be late for their day.” He gave you a peck on the cheek and saw his way out. You have to wonder if he was really going to ‘wake you up’ on Saturday…..

Mammon

The loud sound of your door being flung open startled you from your sleep, and practically out of bed. “Hey, hey, hey! Time to get up sleepy head!”

“Mammon!” You growl from under the covers. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I came to wake you up. Lucifer told me to make sure you’re ready for school. Even Belphie beat you downstairs. Come on. Chop chop!”

You groan and fling your covers off. Sitting up to scratch your head. Hopefully your day was more peaceful after this.

“[Y-Y-Y/N]! What the hell?!” You look over at the demon who had gone from horribly confident to horribly red & stammering in a matter of moments. “Do you always sleep like that?!”

You look down, trying to see what the big deal was, and realizing your chest was exposed. “N-No! It just came off in my sleep! Who are you to judge anyway?! You sleep naked!”

“Yeah! But not with anyone around!”

“You’re not supposed to be around!” You pick up a pillow and toss it at him, which he easily dodged, before shouting, “get out!” The demon did as he was told and scampered off, like a rabbit with his tail on fire.

He avoided you for the rest of the day. Making eye contact but fervently darting his gaze away. Mammon finally came up to you after dinner to apologize, and promised that if he had to wake you up again, he would knock first.

Levi

You were dreaming about pancakes when there was a knock at your door. Quiet, at first. Almost like someone’s knuckles barely touched the door. Then they knocked again, seeming to realize that the first few knocks were no good, knocking with confidence.

“[Y/N]-chan? Are you awake?” You open your eyes from your blanket nest to see Levi poking his head in. “It’s time for school.”

“Oh…yeah…” You yawn after that. Cutting off whatever else you were going to say after that. You shouldn’t have let Levi talk you into watching an anime marathon with him. You’d only gone to sleep a few hours ago. “What time is it?”

The demon looked down at his watch while you got out of bed, and when he looked up his face was completely red.

“[Y-Y-Y/N]! Y-Your….! Ah! I’m so sorry!!”

You blink in a start as Levi slammed the door as he ran away. You wonder what happened, but then catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Your top half exposed. You blush yourself at realizing why he had taken off, but get over the mortification quickly as you had to get ready for school.

Poor Levi couldn’t come near you for several days after that without turning beet red or becoming a stammering idiot. You have to assure him several times that it was really ok, and that your honor was intact, but he promised never to come get your up for school ever again.

Satan

There was a sharp rap at your door that awoke you from your slumber.

“[Y/N], are you awake?”

“Satan?” You question. Hearing his voice from the other side of the door. What was he doing here so early?

Seeming to sense your question, the fourth eldest brother replied in kind. “Lucifer sent me to get you. He was concerned you would be late for school since you weren’t down at breakfast yet. May I come in?”

You chuckle lightly at his polite request and tell him he could come in. Your arms stretching over your head as the door opened and the blonde walked in. “Ah good. You are awake. I was concerned that…uh….um….”

You blink curiously as Satan seemed to lose his train of thought. Unusual for him, as he was typically such a word smith, so you had to ask. “Satan? Is something wrong?”

“I ah…ahem!” The demon cleared his throat. Covering his face with his hand, hiding his blush, as he looked away. “I uh…apologize. I should have given you more time to get ready before I let myself in. Or at least properly dressed.”

Your brow furrowed and you look down to see your pajama top open and blush. Quickly closing it with an apology. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s...quite alright. I’ll uh…ahem…leave you to get ready now that I know your awake. I’ll see you at school.”

The demon, who normally walked with such purpose and confidence, seemed to stumble in his walk out of your room. Seeming to want to stay, but fighting the urge and forcing himself to leave. Apparently after he had left, he’d gotten into a fight with Mammon and threw him into a wall. You suppose that energy had to go somewhere.

Asmo

A light, delicate rapping on your door woke you up from your peaceful dream about cupcakes and French lattes. The sound was whimsical. Almost like a bird. After that, the smell of roses filled the room as the door opened and the Avatar of Lust appeared.

“Gooood morning darling~!” Asmodeus cheered as he let himself in. Practically gliding across the room and perching himself on the edge of your bed. “Wake up sleeping beauty! Classes will be starting soon, and we don’t want to be late. You need to get up, so you can get ready and look your best.”

You groan softly, but come out from under the covers as requested. He was right. It was time to get ready.

“Aaahh~! [Y/N]! You naughty thing. Tempting me this early in the morning.” You blink the last big of sleep from your gaze, and look down to see where his was trained. You yip as you realize he was staring at your exposed breast, and smacked his hand away when it inched closer.

“Asmodeus!”

The androgenous demon giggled at your scolding, but pulled his hand away in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. I was only kidding.” You have to wonder if he was only ‘kidding’ now that he got rejected. “Let’s just keep this our little secret, ok? I don’t want my brothers getting super jealous about seeing our beautiful [Y/N] in their morning glory. They’ll be banging down the door every morning to get a peek.” Asmo then winked, leaning in to steal a quick peck on your cheek, before he jumped up. “I’ll be waiting for you downstairs~! Unless you need help getting ready. I have too good hands and a lot of enthusiasm for a chore like that.”

The demon giggled brightly all the way out of the room as your tossed pillows at him like rose petals to show him the door.

Beel

The knock on your door was loud, though you could tell not intentionally. It was more a factor of the large fist knocking on it, rather than the force, of the largest of the seven brothers coming to wake you.

“[Y/N]?” You heard Beel’s voice from under your blanket nest. Smiling soft at the gentle way he’d come to wake you up. He must have a lot of experience with Belphie. “Lucifer asked me to come get you up for school. I brought you some breakfast. I didn’t want you to miss out.” You hear what you assume is a tray being sat on your desk. “Some of it didn’t make it all the way here, but most of it did! I tried to keep your favorites safe for you. Mammon wanted the last Hellfire sausage, but I got it for you.”

Your soft smile increased as you pictured the bright, sun like smile on the gentle giants face. Proud of himself for getting it and keeping himself from eating it for you. “Thanks Beel,” you tell him. Coming out from under your covers to see that smiling face in person.

You see it for a moment before his face feel. His eyes averting away from you, and his cheeks turning around as red as his carrot top. “Uh..[Y/N]…your top is kind of falling off.”

You look down and gasp, quickly covering ourself up. “I’m sorry!!”

“That’s ok.” Beel said with a soft laugh. “It happens. Plus, you’ve seen me with my shirt off all the time. It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s not exactly the same….” You mutter quietly into your blanket.

Beel just laughed jovially again, and came over to pat your head. “Come on. Your breakfast is getting cold. I’ll leave so you can eat and get ready. Do you want me to walk you to first period when you’re done?” You nodded into your blankets this time. “Ok! I’ll meet you in the lobby when you’re done.”

With another big smile, your big guy left. Letting you change and enjoy your breakfast, with Hellfire sausage.

Belphie

“Oy…[Y/N]….wake up….”

“Mhmp….Belphie?” Your eyes crack open as he gently shook you. When had he come into your room? You hadn’t heard him knock, or even the door open. Had he just let himself in? “What are you doing here?”

“Stupid Lucifer told me to come get you up for school.” He told you. “I don’t know why. I’m not good at waking people up. I’m barely awake myself.” His statement was punctuated with a long yawn.

You sleepily chuckle and sit up. “Well, you are up. So you’re doing better than me.”

His droopy eyes were looking at you, or perhaps more specifically in your direction. He seemed to be looking at something totally other than your face, and you were about to ask him what when he said, “your boob is sticking out.” Pointing for affect.

You look down to where he was pointing and squeal. Closing your pajama top tight with both hands. “Belphegor! Don’t stare!”

“Why not? It’s nothing haven’t seen before. Remember when your top came off at the beach last summer?”

“That is not something I want to remember right now! And it is not the same! Get out!”

The Sloth demon picked at his ear in annoyance of your yelling, but gave a soft ‘yeah, yeah’ as he saw himself out. Mission accomplished.

He doesn’t seem to understand why you were annoyed with him for the rest of the day, but still made an effort to apologize after a while so you would talk to him again. Only he was allowed to do the silent treatment.

[lazulirus]

for the sweet moments event, giggling while kissing with either satan or mammon? Whatever is easiest for you to write :)))

i hope the event is fun for you to write and congrats on the milestone!

You get both for that pretty Satan pfp, muach

• Satan/Mammon with (10) giggling while kissing

How to make Avatar of Wrath happy? Surprisingly, there are only two things needed: you and cats. 

Unfortunately, that mix was hard to come by. You were so often busy either with schoolwork, dealing with his brothers or finally doing your hobbies, too worn out and wishing to be alone. Cats were even harder to spend time with. After Satan tried to sneak one into the home for the nth, Lucifer had enough and made sure all cat cafes knew of Satan's ban. 

That left the demon fuming inside, losing his temper even more often; all of his brothers found it easier to just avoid him. So, when you finally found time for him, all that pent-up anger wasn't easy to get rid of. 

"I got a plan for today~" Satan looked at you from his book, and you had to remind yourself that he didn't mean to glare. "Let's go to a cat cafe!" 

"I'm banned." Fast and cold. His face got obstructed by the book even more. Honestly, when he was mad and in your presence, he really was like an annoyed cat; it was better than a cat with its claws out, though.

"I didn't mean Devildom." You take a book from his hands, ignoring his huff. "We're going to the human world." 

Satan's eyes narrow, calculating if you were honest or pulling a very bad prank. 

"Lucifer allowed us?" 

"It's better to ask for his forgiveness than permission; I asked Diavolo!" Satan stares at you, and it was hard to say if he was amazed, annoyed (that he couldn't pull off something like that), or both at once. You lean closer to his face, and before you can verbally question his behaviour, he pulls you into his embrace. 

"Sa—Satan!" His kisses tickle your face, your collarbone, that one weak spot on your neck. Despite your pleas between your giggles, Satan refuses to stop kissing you, his heart having way too much love to handle. In the end, you just have to join his game, kissing his cheek when he stops to catch his breath, stealing a kiss when he wants to say something; peppering his forehead with kisses when he starts giggling with you. 

The book slips from your hand, long forgotten, as you fix your position on top of Satan, between his legs, continuing the war of kisses; the room filled with soft, childish giggling. 

You, cats and awareness of Lucifer being pissed off - a perfect date.

No lecture from Lucifer, no fight with Satan, no argument with Leviathan was as painful as getting punished by you. Not only because you were his lover, a source of his happiness and solace most of the time, but because you knew exactly how to break him. 

"Please— Please! I'm, I'm sorry… okay?! I'm sorryyyyy-!" 

But you knew he didn't mean it, that Mammon would steal your or his brothers' stuff again when he got a chance - your merciless tickling continues. The view before you was adorable: Mammon wiggling under you, his face flushed from laughing and lack of air, his hands gripping your wrists but not forcing you to stop; he loved you too much to grab you harshly. 

"You said the same thing when you stole my book." You say, leaning closer, enough to feel his short breaths on your face. "And the same when you took Beel's cupcakes, and when—" 

Muach! 

You froze, the warmth of his lips lingering on yours. The audacity of this—! To kiss you like that, in the middle of this silly punishment! Your fingers still are by his sides but no longer tickle him, even your face was frozen with a shocked expression, the only change was the spreading blush. It was stupidly easy for Mammon to change your position - now he on top and you on his mercy. 

"What— Hey, wait! Mammon, Mammon—!" You burst into laughter, unable to even try to use the pact or at least plead with him to stop. But even if you did ask him in the sweetest way you could, he wouldn't - Mammon loved your cute expression and how your laughter filled his heart with fondness. He just couldn't stop himself from giggling as he started to pepper your face with kisses - nose, cheeks, forehead, stealing your short breaths. Mammon kissed any part of you that he could, as both of your laughter filled the room.

[endcryst4l]

fairy tale

the sequel to favorite galaxies! the song that is referenced later on and is the title is fairy tale by homemade haircuts :] (read the third part here)

After multiple pleads of Tommy, Wilbur and even Phil, Techno finally built up enough courage to ask you to come over again.

“I did it, (Y/N)’s coming over for dinner tonight.” Techno told his family when he came downstairs from his room. Phil and Wilbur cheered, Tommy began jumping up and down. Techno chuckled, “they said they were going to bring dessert as well, but needed to know whether you guys preferred vanilla or chocolate cake.” 

“Aw they don't need to do that.” Phil said before Techno cut him off, “That’s what I said as well but I wasn’t able to change their mind.”

“Chocolate?” Wilbur suggested and they all nodded, Techno off to his room again to talk with you. 

“Hey (Y/N)?” he said as he unmuted himself in the discord call. “Shit!” you yelped, “Sorry, you scared me.” Techno laughed, “Sorry, sorry. They said chocolate. They’re all really excited to see you again, especially Tommy.” “I’m really excited to see them too. How have they been doing?” you asked. Techno smiled, “good! Wilbur hasn’t stopped asking to meet you and neither has Tommy. He’s literally been asking about you multiple times a day.” You aww’ed and Techno smiled, excited to see you again. “That’s so sweet. I’m really excited to meet Wilbur and see Tommy again, he’ll love the dessert I’m bringing.” 

“What are you making?” Techno asked. “Ahhh that my dear is a secret. Now I must go to work on it.” you said and Techno huffed, making you laugh. “Hey I’ll be there tonight, okay? Don’t get too sad, bye Tech!” “I’ll try, bye (Y/N).” 

You smiled to yourself as you stood up to make chocolate cupcakes with galaxy frosting. 

After finishing piping the cupcakes, you smiled. They looked pretty good, you couldn’t wait to see Tommy’s reaction to them.

~

Your hand reached to knock on the door when it suddenly opened to reveal Techno with Tommy in his arms. “(Y/N)!” the toddler yelled excitedly as he reached for you. “Tommy!” you exclaimed, hugging him and shooting Techno a smile. “How have you been, big guy?” you asked Tommy. “Good! I made more drawings today.” he told you. “All of which are galaxies by the way.” Techno added, gesturing for you to come inside. “Oh really? Show me!” you said to Tommy and he nodded, climbing out of your arms when you reached the living room. 

“Hey (Y/N)! It’s good to see you again.” Phil said when he saw you. “Thanks for letting me come over again.” you smiled and you turned to Wilbur, “nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N).” Wilbur smiled, “Oh trust me, I know. Neither of my brothers have shut up about you. Nice to meet you too, I’m Wilbur.”

You laughed and turned to look at Techno, whose face was now a deep red. “Wilbur I’m going to ki-” he began before Tommy interrupted him. “Look!” he said and he held up one of his drawings. You quickly shot Techno a wink before complimenting Tommy on his drawings, also telling him some new facts you came across online.

Techno’s eyes widened, his face an even deeper shade of red. He stood there frozen for a split second before he heard a small snicker of Wilbur. That asshole. Phil smacked his oldest son, making Techno snort. Deserved.

“So what did you make for dessert (Y/N)?” Phil asked. “That’s a surprise. Speaking of, is there anywhere I can put it?” you answered and he nodded, getting up to lead you to the kitchen. “You really can’t show me?” He tried again and you chuckled, “okay then, but don’t tell them anything.” 

He zipped his mouth shut and you grabbed the container from your bag, opening the lid to reveal the cupcakes. “Holy shit (Y/N) these look great! Oh my god Tommy will love these.” he said. “Aw thank you, I really hope so.” you said as he got out some ingredients so the container would fit. “Is there any way I can help with dinner?” You offered but he firmly denied again, calling out for Wilbur.

“Yes father?” he said when entering the kitchen. “You’re helping me with dinner.” Phil answered and Wilbur saluted him. You wondered how the three brothers could be this different. “So (Y/N), what did you make for dessert?” Wilbur asked, making you laugh. Different yet all the same. “All of your curiosity is making it very hard but I’m not telling you.” 

Wilbur pouted at you and you shook your head no, you weren’t going to slip up now. 

You felt someone tap against your leg and you looked down to see Tommy. “Hey Tommy, what’s up?” you asked as you crouched to face him. He leaned in to whisper, “Techno told me to come save you.” You giggled and followed Tommy back to Techno, who was sitting on the couch. He smiled when he saw you walking to him, he missed you already. “What’s up?” you asked, sitting next to him. Tommy quickly crawled in your lap, melting the boy in front of you. 

“I- uhm I listened to the playlist you sent me and I really liked it.” he told you and your eyes lit up, “really? What song was your favorite?” “I think it was called Fairy Tale? The band name was something with haircuts in it I believe.” 

You felt your stomach explode with butterflies at the realization he was talking about the love song that reminded you of him. Thoughts were now flooding your mind, about if he thought of you when listening to the song, did he even realize what the lyrics were, did he just liked the song with no further intention, does he like y- “(Y/N?)” Techno suddenly said, snapping you back to the conversation. “Hmm? Oh- Fairy Tale! That’s a good song, one of my favorites as well actually.” you answered blushing. Techno grinned and took a glance at Tommy, seeing him nearly asleep. His hand reached to poke the younger awake but you swatted his hand away. Techno raised his eyebrow at you, to which you smiled and calmly told Tommy to stay awake for a little bit longer. In response Tommy huffed and cuddled closer, which was a bad idea on his part. Techno began tickling him, earning loud laughter and screams from Tommy. 

Phil and Wilbur looked at each other at the same time, then quickly poking their heads out of the kitchen to see what was causing the disturbance. Wilbur sighed in relief at the sight of the three of you laughing, going back to the kitchen just as quick leaving Phil who stayed put a little longer. He couldn't stop the massive smile from spreading to his face and the warm feeling rising. Wilbur called out for Phil who, with one last glance, returned to the kitchen

Once Tommy calmed down from his hysteria Techno put on some Avatar, also slowly scooting closer to you. Upon noticing you smiled softly and put your arm lightly around his shoulders. Techno’s face heated up, not really used to this closeness. He could say he didn’t like it but he wasn’t really the one for lying. 

After one episode Wilbur started setting the table, quickly eyeing the three of you, a mixture of shock and pride on his face. He didn’t know how his brother managed it, but he was impressed. “Dinner’s nearly ready.” he told them, getting nods in response. Tommy had fallen asleep after all, so you attempted to wake him up. Attempted being the key word, he was still half asleep when you took a seat at the dinner table. “Tommy, you know you can’t have dessert without eating dinner right?” Phil told him and Tommy quickly woke up, climbing off your lap to his own chair. The two other brothers and you were laughing but Phil quickly shushed all of you and told you what was for dinner, “Roast veggies, roast potatoes and steak!”

He gave everyone their portions, everyone also immediately digging in. You complimented him, it was really good. Phil thanked you, soon the room filled with conversation and laughs. 

~

“Dessert time!!” Tommy exclaimed excitedly as everyone finished up their dinner and cleared off the table. You chuckled and walked to the kitchen with Phil. While he was boiling the water and grabbing the cups and plates, you took the container from the fridge and started placing them on little plates.

“Surprise!” Phil said as you two walked out of the kitchen, both holding a tray. All of the boys went quiet, excited and curious. You put your tray down, earning wow’s from Techno, Wilbur and Tommy. “Tech! Look, they’re like galaxies!” Tommy said and Techno laughed, “yeah they are. They look great (Y/N).” You smiled, really happy that Tommy recognized them. “You‘ve done a great job, these look incredible.” Wilbur said and you thanked him while handing out the plates with the cupcakes. Phil filled up the tea cups and soon new conversation was flowing. Wilbur asked a few questions, curious about the person his brother was in love with. You answered all of them happily, Techno butting in when the questions were school related. 

It didn't take long before more embarrassing childhood stories were told, all of you laughing, Techno tallying the times Wilbur embarrassed him in his head for later payback. Tommy was telling you about how he told his best friend Tubbo about galaxies as well and that he loved them too. You tried not to physically melt and told him to invite him over so you could draw together. Tommy got so excited he jumped off his chair and started running around the house, the remaining at the table laughing again. You took a glance at the clock, caught off guard by the way time had flown by. 

“I hate to be that person but I’m afraid I have to get going.” you said, getting understanding nods from everyone. Tommy abruptly stopped and dramatically huffed. He dragged himself back to his chair and sat down with a big pout. “Hey don’t worry bud, I’m sure (Y/N) will be back soon.” Phil said to him, making him look at you hopefully. “Yeah I will! Don’t worry about it too much, okay big man?” you smiled and he nodded, getting up and giving you a hug. Phil glanced at Techno, watching his expression change to pure and absolute adoration. It made Phil happy, even if he never knew what it truly felt like. The happy sparkles that Techno’s eyes held whenever you were there were enough. 

Wilbur and Techno cleaned up the table, you had offered to help but your attempts were quickly shut down. You glared at the pair when they walked away, making Phil laugh. Your gaze shifted to Phil, now also glaring at him. He only laughed harder, making Tommy giggle as well. You tried your hardest not to break but when Tommy began laughing as well you broke and laughed along with them.

“Are you going to ask them out?” Wilbur asked Techno, catching the latter off guard. “What? Ask them out? Like to be my partner?” Techno replied and Wilbur nodded. “I-I don’t know. That’s a big step. What if they don't like me and I ruin our friendship? What if they don't want to be friends anymore because they’ll think it’s- I’m weird? What if-” Techno rambled before Wilbur cut him off. “Dude. Do you need new glasses? You two look at each other like you are each other’s world and were literally cuddling on the couch earlier. You said they made a playlist for you right?”, Techno nodded, “well there you have your answer. Trust me, they feel the same.” He was still processing what Wilbur said when he heard your laugh and automatically smiled. Wilbur noticed and chuckled, “you’re so whipped for them, I can’t believe it. What happened with the ‘I’m independent I don’t need anyone ever’ Techno?”

Techno quickly smacked the back of Wilbur’s head before he could get more words out, making Wilbur laugh. Techno rolled his eyes, put away the dishes and walked back to the kitchen table. You smiled at him, getting up to grab your bag and jacket. Meanwhile Wilbur also came back from the kitchen, with your container in hand. “Oh thank you, I completely forgot about that,” you chuckled, “also thanks for letting me stay over again.” “No problem (Y/N), truly. Thank you for the cupcakes, they were really good.” Phil said, “and really pretty!” Tommy added and you giggled, thanking them and saying your goodbyes. 

Techno walked with you to the door, thinking about what Wilbur had said in the kitchen. “Thank you for inviting me, it was a lot of fun.” you told him, interrupting his train of thoughts. “Of course, you’re welcome here any time. I think Tommy likes you more than he likes his own brothers.” he said and you laughed, “impossible. I’m sure he would love watching Avatar with you as well.” He shrugged, “I do prefer watching it with you though.” 

Your cheeks flushed red and a smile crept up on your face. “Well, let’s watch more together soon then.” you said to which he quickly agreed to. He couldn’t wait to have your arm around him again. His cheeks heated up and he quickly looked down.

“I really do have to go though, my parents will kill me if I come home too late.” you said and he nodded, eyes still on the ground. You leaned in to kiss his cheek, just as he looked up to say goodbye. Noticing it on time, you quickly stopped, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. It didn’t help much, both of your faces now inches apart. His face held the same reaction, his heart racing. He thought back to what Phil and Wilbur had said and decided, fuck it, as he leaned in to close the gap and kiss you. You stiffened for a second, you’d silently hope this would happen but were still surprised. Techno noticed and quickly pulled back, apologizing profusely. You tried to tell him it was more than okay, you were just caught off guard but he kept cutting you off with apologies. You shook your head, leaning in again and kissing him. He finally shut up and kissed back, his hands now on your waist and yours on his cheeks. 

Techno pulled back again, looking into your eyes. You raised your eyebrow, wondering why he all of sudden stopped. “I- uhm, well,” he stuttered, your hands dropped to his cheek and he sighed, it was now or never. “Do you- Would you want to be my partner?” he asked quietly. Your eyes widened, shock taking over your expression. Was this real? The boy you’ve been loving since you could remember felt the same? You were brought back to reality by his hands leaving your waist and his mouth opening to apologize. “Yes. Yes I’d love to.” you quickly said, making the biggest smile ever cross Techno’s face. “Really?” he asked and you nodded while laughing, feeling all giddy and happy. He engulfed you in his arms, giving you the biggest hug ever. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, before Techno let you go making you frown. He chuckled, “I know dear, but I don’t want your parents to kill either of us.” “Yeah I guess you’re right. I’ll text you when I get home.” you said before giving him a quick kiss and turning around to walk away. “Bye (Y/N), be careful!” Techno said while waving. “I will!” you told him and waved back with a smile. Holy shit. 

Techno closed the door and leaned against it. Did that really just happen? His heart and stomach were doing backflips. He smiled to himself, you were his partner now.

His smile hadn’t toned down when he walked back to the rest of his family, who were impatiently waiting on him. “And?” “So?” Phil and Wilbur said at the same time, making Techno laugh. “We- I- We’re together now.” he told them, earning the loudest cheers he’s ever heard. “Congratulations man! I’m proud of you.” Phil told him and Techno thanked him, sitting down on the couch with them. “Did you ask them?” Wilbur asked and Techno nodded. “Dude! Congrats. What happened?” He asked and Techno told them everything that happened. 

Tommy, who was supposed to be asleep in his bed, came downstairs after hearing the cheering. “What’s going on?” he asked sleepily and Techno chuckled, “(Y/N) and I are dating.” he answered and the blonde nodded, “does that mean they’ll come over more?” he asked. “I think so, yeah.” Techno told him and Tommy nodded again, walking over to his family and sitting next to Techno. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs. You need to sleep and I need to check if (Y/N) is home safely.” Techo said to Tommy after picking him up and saying to goodnight to his dad and older brother. “Can I say goodnight to them?” Tommy asked and Techno nodded, taking him to his room. He started up his computer, happy to see a message from you. He quickly typed a response before video calling you and putting his headset on Tommy. 

You answered the call almost right away, aww’ing when you saw Tommy with the big headset on. “Hey big man, shouldn’t you be sleeping?” you said and he nodded, “yes but I woke up because they were all being loud and then Techno was going to talk to you and I wanted to say goodnight.” Techno smiled softly, kind of bummed he couldn’t hear your replies. “Awe that’s not good. Next time you just punch Techno lightly and he’ll be quiet.” you said to Tommy, making him giggle mischievously. Techno raised his eyebrow at both of you, that didn’t seem good. “I will. Goodnight (Y/N)!” Tommy said while waving. “Goodnight! Sleep well and sweet dreams.” you smiled and waved back. “I’ll be right back.” Techno said into the headset as he put it down and went to put Tommy in his bed.

After a few minutes he was back, “hey love.” he said as he put on his headset. “Gosh!” you sighed, making Techno laugh. “Please give me an announcement next time, I think I just lost 10 years of my life.” you said, Techno only laughing harder. “I will, I will, sorry.” he smiled. The two of you talked all night, switching to your phones when it became too late. You fell asleep first, Techno chuckling when he heard your soft snores. “Goodnight, (Y/N).” he whispered, before falling asleep himself. 

[mageofseven]

Bros and undateables react to MC who bakes in the middle of the night when stressed

I read this and my brain was like "so Beel's dream MC?". Of course, doing it out of stress isn't good, but Beel would definitely enjoy midnight sweets~

Anyway, will do, Nonnie! Please enjoy 😊

Also, like always, I'm splitting this into two parts: one for Brothers and the other Undateables for space reasons.

~

Lucifer:

Was heading to the kitchen to get himself more coffee to continue his paperwork.

When he saw the kitchen light on, he expected to catch Beel raiding the fridge.

Instead, he found MC at the oven, pulling out another set of cookies to add to the already monstrous pile of them on the counter.

"MC, what are you doing?"

The human jumped at his voice then gave an awkward laugh.

"Baking..."

"Yes, I have eyes, Love." He tells them. "What I mean is, why are you baking at 1am?"

"...I dunno."

The man sighed before approaching the human and turning off the oven.

"Regardless, I believe you've made enough cookies for one night. It's time for bed."

The human didn't move however.

"Darling?"

"I can't sleep..."

MC proceeds to explain how they get bad anxiety at night and how usually they can power through it, but with some school stressors on top of it, it became overwhelming and they just needed to do something to distract themselves.

The demon frowned.

"Love, you should have just came to me if you were having issues."

"But you're busy with your work--"

"That doesn't matter if you need me though."

The firstborn smoothed down their human's hair, which was messy.

"Now follow me to my room. I'll make sure you get some rest."

"But what about the cookies?"

"I'm sure Beel will wander in and take care of them for you."

Mammon:

Just got back from a party and was heading to the kitchen to grab a snack before heading up to his room

Only to find MC awake and... icing a cake?

"Oi! Human! What's with the cake?"

"I baked it."

"Well duh. But why?"

The human finished icing it, making the cake a colorful one with all of the brothers' colors.

"Because I wanted to." The human shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "Do you want a piece?"

"Uh.. sure." The demon mumbled.

He hopped onto the counter next to them as he watched them grab a plate and cut a piece for him.

MC handed the plate and a fork to him.

"It's red velvet." They said proudly.

"Yeah, yeah..." The man mumbled, taking a bite.

His eyebrows raised.

"Man, this is good!" His face went red at his words so he dialed back. "I mean, its okay... ya know."

MC gave a small smile, but it quickly fell into a heavier look.

"Hey, what's with that face??"

MC quietly hopped on the free counter next to him.

They didn't answered, just lightly kicked their feet as they stared at the floor.

"Oh c'mon, Babe, talk to me 'ere!"

MC sighed.

"I'm sorry. My anxiety is just bad tonight... I wanted to keep busy."

...oh.

The Avatar of Greed sat the plate down and put his arm around his Human.

"I don't get why you went to straight to baking..." The demon thought aloud. "But it doesn't matter. I'm home now, got that? You don't have to be anxious on your own..."

MC gave a soft smile.

"Thanks, Babe."

"Nothin' to thank me for. Now just let The Great Mammon take care of you!"

Leviathan:

This boy's sleep schedule is kinda fucked up

So it's not unusual for him to be up at 3am.

The Avatar of Envy ran out of pop in his room so he ventured out to the kitchen to get some more.

Which is how he found MC in the kitchen with like... seven cheesecakes???

"...What am I looking at?"

"Cheesecake."

"Well duh, normie." The demon rolled his eyes. "But why did you make cheesecake at like, 3am?"

Silence. Levi was suddenly worried that they hurt his Human's feelings and the look is their eyes definitely wasn't filled with the positivity that he's used to.

"Look..." He came up and hugged them close. "I just don't get it. Please don't be upset."

MC laid their head against their boyfriend's chest.

"It's fine." They mumbled. "I'm sorry... I just couldn't sleep so... I just came in to bake and this was the outcome."

"You should have just came to my room." He pulled back to look at them. "You could have been watching me play Rune Factory or something."

MC turned away from the demon, wrapping their arms around themselves.

"I'm not too clingy... right?"

"I... what?"

MC sighed.

"I didn't go to you because I was worried that you just wanted time to yourself and I'm always with you during the day..."

Levi just shook his head at every word they just said.

"Look... I always want my Henry with me." He blushed. "And yeah, I like my time away from other people, but that doesn't include you; just other normies."

"Are... are you sure?"

"I mean, yeah." He mumbled. "So... just don't worry about it, okay?"

Satan:

This man usually has a better sleep schedule but tonight he had stayed up reading just a bit too long.

He started heading to the kitchen to get some water and found MC with counter surfaces covered with cupcuakes while they looked really stressed and teary-eyed down at the one they were drawing on with icing.

"Kitten?"

MC jumped and quickly raised their hand to wipe their eyes.

Satan strode over and stopped them, looking down into their eyes.

"Kitten, what's wrong?" He wiped away a fallen tear.

They avoided their boyfriend's gaze.

"It's not working..." They mumbled.

"What are you talking about?"

"The cats aren't turning out right..." Their gaze falls to the dozen cupcakes with cat faces drawn on them in icing, but didn't meet the human's standards apparently.

The blonde raised an eyebrow. Surely they weren't in the kitchen crying over cupcakes because their designs weren't coming out well?

He sighed.

"Give me your hand." He took the human's hand with the bag of icing and brought it over a cupcake. He guided them with the design and helped them make a cleaner-looking cat.

"Thank you." MC sniffled.

Satan pressed a kiss to their forehead.

"Now what's the real issue, Little One?"

MC didn't say a word, just lightly sat the icing bag down and stared at the cupcakes.

Their boyfriend waited patiently and just rubbed circles on their hand with his thumb.

"I... I'm not gonna be sent away if I fail a class, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

MC shifted their gaze to the ground.

The blonde sighed once more and wrapped his arms around their waist.

"Talk to me, Kitten."

They sniffled.

"I'm failing my Hexes class." They mumbled. "This semester got so much harder and my grade took a nose dive... and the requirements to stay in the program say I gotta keep my grades in a certain range..."

"MC... you should have told me sooner." He tightened his embrace around them and set his chin on their shoulder.

"B-But you can't always help me--"

"Yes I can, Kitten. I'm always ready to help you when you need me."

"Satan..."

He kissed their cheek.

"And trust me when I say I would never let anyone take you away from me." He told them. "I'd fight the whole Devildom to keep you by my side."

He placed one last kiss on their temple.

"I'll help you study tomorrow. For now, let's clean up and get some rest."

Asmodeus:

Another one who just came home from a party and was heading towards his room when he heard a frustrated sigh come from the kitchen.

The demon poked his head inside and found MC staring down at... something. Whatever it was supposed to be, it just looked like charcoal now.

"Doll? What are you doing up?"

MC sighed.

"Baking." They eyed the black brick on the counter. "Or well... tried to anyway."

Asmo stepped inside and immediately went over to kiss his human.

They smiled a bit.

"Welcome home."

He smiled back and gave his Doll a big hug.

MC relaxed into the hug.

"My anxiety is just bad tonight for basically no reason." They explained, burying their face in the crook of his neck. "I was waiting for you to come home."

"Aww, Dolly." He pulled back and kissed their check. "You should have texted me! I would of been home sooner!"

"No, no, it fine." They pulled away. "Did you have fun?"

"Yep! Of course, I would have had even more fun if you came me, but I still made do~."

He gave them another kiss, this time on their nose.

"Now why don't we lay down now, hmm?"

MC smiled.

"Okay, thank you, Azzy."

Beelzebub:

Midnight kitchen raid. A usual nightly occurrence.

This time however, the Avatar of Gluttony's nose was greeted by a sweet smell as he approached the kitchen.

"Oh Beely!" The human displayed their plate full of fudge squares to him. "Please try them and tell me what you think."

Was he dreaming? The man felt like he was dreaming. Still, he didn't hesitate to accept the human's offer.

He made quick work of the fudge and smiled happily at his Muffin.

"Good?"

"Amazing." He stepped forward and hugged his human.

After a moment though, his smile fell.

"Wait...what are you doing up?"

Silence.

"Muffin?"

MC broke away and sat the now empty plate in the sink.

"I dunno. I just couldn't sleep." They explained. "I guess I just..."

The demon stared down at them, waiting patiently.

"Ugh..." MC let their face fall into his chest.

He stroked their hair quietly, brows furrowing in concern.

"I got a test on Friday and no matter how much I study for it, I can't stop stressing about it." They sighed.

"What class?"

"History..." They mumbled. "Why do we have to cover a whole century of events in one test?"

Beel patted their head and hugged their human close.

"Can I sleep with you tonight, Beely? I don't think I wanna go back to my room."

He kissed the top of their head.

"Of course, Muffin."

Belphegor:

Believe or not, its common for Sleepy Boy to be up late at night.

He sleeps so much during the day that he's usually awake starting from after his dinner nap to about 4 or 5 am.

Hence him being awake at 2am and heading towards MC's room, only to notice that their room was empty, but there was noise coming from the kitchen.

He found his Human sitting on the floor in front of the oven, staring into it.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting for the brownies to bake." They said dully, not looking away from the oven.

"Are you baked?"

MC lightly hit his arm, but broke out into a small smile.

He smirked.

"Come on, I mean, who bakes brownies at 2am and just stares at them?"

Their smile fell, as did their gaze; they stared down at their bare feet.

Belphie frowned.

"Okay, what's the problem, Butthead?"

No response. He gave a small flick to their head.

"Ow..." The human rubbed their forehead, looking to the Avatar of Sloth as he stared expectantly at them.

They sighed.

"I've been getting nightmares lately... at least I think I have been."

The demon raised an eyebrow.

"You think you've had nightmares?"

"I... can't actually remember them." They mumbled. "All I know is that I'll have them and wake up crying with my heart pounding... but I can never remember why. Like, what the dream was about..."

"How long has this been going on?"

"About... two weeks I think?"

He flicked them on the forehead again.

"Ow!" They rubbed their forehead once more.

"Dummy. You are literally dating the demon whose an expert on sleep and stuff."

Silence. He sighed.

"Come here." He pulled them in for a hug. "Come to my room. I'll keep the nightmares away, got it?"

[luciferloser]

Demon brothers & Undateables react to an MC with a preteen child

(As you might have guessed by now, GN MC!)

(the child’s gender may be specified in some of the scenarios)

(Y/C/N = your child’s name)

Spoilers for lesson 16 in Belphie’s section!!

Lucifer

Toddler or Preteen, it didn’t make much difference to the eldest brother. He’s seen all the stages of development with the majority of his brothers and Satan, there’s probably nothing your child could possibly throw his way that would shock him.

That is, until he actually met your child. At first he remained at his full height to assert dominance, there was no way he was going to stoop to this human’s level not that his back would allow it anyways. But then, before he could even properly introduce himself, your 12 year old squared his shoulders and declared to the Avatar of Pride, if he did anything to hurt you, your son would make his life hell... oh wait. 

That bold statement did surprise Lucifer at first, but as your son trailed off and stepped back slightly, realising his mistake, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Kudos, young man, but I don’t think there’s much you can do that can torment me terribly.” he chuckled. 

“Wanna bet?” your son grumbled in response, already thinking of numerous ways to make this strange man pay.

“I have six younger brothers, I’d like to see you come up with anything they haven’t.” he smirked in response, “Anyways, come along, preparations for your room have been completed.” 

With that, Lucifer turned away from your son and strode down the corridor. This year was certainly going to be interesting...

Mammon

The Avatar of Greed didn’t really know what to say when he saw you standing next to a slightly smaller version of yourself. At first, he thought you were siblings, but then it dawned on him that you had a child. 

Mammon, as the ‘babysitter’ naturally spent more time around your daughter than you, but that certainly didn’t stop him from adding the odd flirtatious remark to you when he wasn’t being a tsundere. 

It was this development that caused your daughter to speak up one evening when she was chilling in the lounge with Mammon and Asmodeus. “Listen, Mammon, as much as I don’t mind you flirting with my parent, there’s something you ought to know. Hurt them and I swear to you now I will kick you so hard up the ass you’ll taste nothing but my shoe for a week.” your daughter boldly announced, not once glancing up from her phone. 

While Asmo was busy rolling on the floor in tears of laughter, the white-haired demon just spluttered as his cheeks darkened. “H-hey what makes you think I-I’d hurt ya ma anyways.” he tried to defend himself.

“I’m not saying I expect you’re going to hurt them, just giving you even more of an incentive not to.” your child smiled in an almost sickeningly sweet manner before jumping up from the sofa. 

“This was a lovely chat but me and Beel are going out for lunch, catch you later!”

Asmo picked himself up from the floor, and as he pushed Mammon’s jaw back up, he added “she’d be the perfect niece for me, hurry up and take MC out on a date.” With that, Mammon shook his head slightly as he went to go and find you. He wasn’t sure whether he hoped the attitude came from you or not...

Leviathan

When the otaku heard the news that the exchange student had a child, he was quite nervous. One human was going to be enough to handle, let alone an additional smaller one. 

His fears only worsened when you left him alone with your child for the first time. The two of you had been gaming as you usually did once a week and your child wanted in this time. You stood up at the end of that round, promising that you were going to get the three of you drinks and some snacks. Before Levi could even protest, you had already closed the door behind you.

The demon of Envy’s eyes darted all around his room, looking anywhere but at the small human. That is until your spawn child murmured his name. Snapping his head round to face your child, his eyes widened slightly.

“Okay so I get you don’t really hang out with ‘normies’ or whatever that’s supposed to mean, but if you really don’t wanna be with my parent then tell them that. I’m not gonna let you hurt them like that.” your child confessed, eyes never once leaving his.

After that confession, Leviathan got a faraway look in his eyes as he thought of the resemblance to an anime he’d just finished binge watching last night; ‘my human best friend has a child that is secretly a guardian angel!’. 

Snapping out of his reverie, Levi looked down at your child once more and nodded his head profusely. ‘I solemnly swear to you I will protect them.’ he recited the lines the protagonist from the anime had used, but he meant every word he said.

Satan

Being the youngest of his brother’s meant Satan had never really had anybody to be a role model for. Which is why, surprisingly, he felt compelled to look out for your child when he first met you both. Especially because your child was already past the unnecessary crying stage and had a pretty solid understanding of communication.

Your child had never really been an extrovert and so the avatar of wrath hadn’t been too opposed to looking after your carbon copy when you were busy being pulled in every which direction by his brothers. On one of those days, your child had accompanied Satan to the library to find some more books to occupy themselves with; seeing as they weren’t technically enrolled at RAD there was no need for them to complete any class work.

“Hey Satan, can I ask you something?” Your child enquired, glancing up from their novel.

“Hm? What’s on your mind, Y/C/N?”

“Why do you look at my parent like they hung the stars in the sky? And don’t say you don’t, because I spoke to Asmo about it too and he couldn’t agree more.” Your smaller version of yourself asked, tilting their head slightly.

Blinking rapidly in surprise at the question, Satan gawped at your child before shaking his head slightly. “You shouldn’t ask Asmo questions like that. He’s the avatar of lust - not love. I know for a fact he thinks I’m looking at them like-“

“Gross! I don’t need to hear about things like that, I’m gonna go hang out with Simeon if you’re gonna talk about that.” Wrinkling their nose in disgust, your child stood up to leave, packing his books with him. Smiling to himself as he watched Y/C/N leave, he thought to himself ‘I guess I need to have a chat with Y/N’

Asmodeus

The avatar of lust couldn’t help but squeal in delight when he took in the sight of you standing with your child. He had not one, but two new friends to go out clubbing with! What? What do you mean Y/C/N isn’t allowed to go clubbing? Well that’s boring. Oh well, they can always just go shopping together and Asmo can arrange some fashion shows for you and your child. In fact, yesterday he bought the cutest coat and it would suit Y/C/N so well.

Speaking of going shopping together, one night when you and Beel had gone out to Madame Screams to try some of the new ice cream on offer, Asmo had invited Y/C/N back to his room for a self care night after shopping all day. Applying a face mask to his skin and your daughter’s, he laid beside her to let the mask dry.

“Hey Asmo, I have a question for you.” your child stated, staring up at the canopy that covered the demon of lust’s bed.

“If its about that brunette demon that held the door open for you at River Styx he’s single but there’s so many nicer demon’s out there for you and I’m pretty sure he-“

“No! It’s not about him. I admit he was cute but that’s not what I wanted to ask. What I wanted to ask was, whether you were interested in anybody...” your daughter trailed off, suddenly feeling bad for prying.

“Oh honey, while you’re an absolute treasure and I have loved spending time with you lately I don’t think we’d be a very good match at all. If I’m honest I’m more interested in Y/N. I’m so sorry you had to find out this way- why are you laughing?” Asmodeus stopped his spiel of an apology at the sound of your daughter’s chuckles.

“I’M not into you like that either, babe. I only asked for my parent’s sake. They’re head over heels for you and I just wanted to see if you felt the same.” Your daughter confessed, rising from Asmo’s bed to find a washcloth. “When they get back from the ice cream store with Beel, you should totally ask them out. Watch how quickly they’ll stumble to agree.” And with that, your daughter left the avatar of lust alone with his thoughts of you.

Beelzebub

“Did the human bring a snack with them?”

That was the first thing the redhead ever said to you and your teen son. Needless to say it took a while for your son to warm up to Beel after that. When the situation was explained to the glutton felt very guilty afterwards and went above and beyond to make it up to him.

One afternoon when the three of you were supposed to go to a new cafe that had just opened, Lucifer wanted to go over some paperwork with you, and so Beel offered to take your son out anyways and promised to try to save you a cupcake. Your son didn’t look too thrilled at the idea of going out for food with the demon who thought he was the snack, but reluctantly agreed for your sake.

“Look, Beelzebub I have to be honest with you. You seem nice enough and all, but I still don’t trust you especially knowing you could swallow us whole and thought about doing that the first time we met you. But on the flip side, you did protect Luke from Lucifer a while ago. So I suppose I can learn to trust you, is what I’m trying to say.” Y/C/N stated as he brought a mug of spiced tea to his lips, looking over at the demon who went wide eyed at the sudden confession.

Swallowing the rest of the cheesecake in his mouth, Beel nodded earnestly, “No its okay! I’m not surprised you don’t trust me, after what i said to you I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me. I know this probably isn’t what you want to hear, but i care about you, you’re basically family at this point. And I care about Y/N too; quite a bit actually.” By the end of his sentence, the demon’s face was almost as red as his hair.

“Hmph, I figured as much. If you care about them even half as much as you say you do, say something. You might be surprised what you find out.” Your son smirked, leaning back in his seat to take in the blushing demon before him.

Belphegor

Unsurprisingly, your son had a blatant distaste for Belphegor when they met officially. Watching your body fall still in Mammon’s arms to then disappear was enough to send him charging at the sloth demon. Even after Barbatos’ assistance on the matter and bringing you back, Y/C/N held the iciest glare he could muster. Laying a hand on his shoulder, you assured him you were okay and didn’t hurt anymore.

“Put it this way Belphegor. I never want to see you within touching distance of us again. Demon or not, I will not hesitate to swing for you. Nobody hurts my family.” Y/C/N spat, turning on his heel and tugging you with him.

After weeks of awkward meal times, you and Beel hatched a plan to get your son and his twin talking. You had forgiven Belphie for what happened, understanding that he’d had his own family in mind when he attacked you.

“Oh. Y/C/N have you seen Y/N? They wanted me to meet them here.” Belphegor asked, avoiding eye contact with your son the entire time.

“I wanted to ask you the same thing about Beel, he said-” your son was cut off by the sound of the living room door slamming shut and the lock clicking in place. “Is this some kind of joke? Mammon if that’s you and this is your idea of a joke you’re not funny! Open the door!”

There was no answer from the other side of the door, the only sound being that of a pair of retreating footsteps. Sighing in defeat, your son slid down the door and glancing at Belphegor, to see him looking just as uncomfortable as Y/C/N felt. “Well, there’s no telling how long we’re gonna be in here. I feel like I owe you an explanation...” The sloth demon began, wringing his hands together as he prepared to tell your son everything.

A few hours later, you and Beel opened the door slowly to reveal your son and Belphegor dozing on one another. Smiling at each other in victory, the two of you crept closer and wrapped them in one of the blankets on the back of the sofa. You had to admit, this was the most peaceful the two of them had looked in a long time.

[storydays]

Season 1, ep 4, p2

You and Bolin walked up to Korra, who was petting Naga's belly. "Hello, fellow teammate!" She looked up and smiled slightly. "Oh, hey Bolin." Nevermore and Pabu ran off together playing happily. "Missed you at practice this week." Bolin continued awkwardly. "Yeah, sorry about that." Korra turned towards Naga, who continued to wag her tail happily. "Aw it's all right. We're probably out of the tournament anyway. Unless some money miraculously drops out of the sky by tomorrow. Anyway, reason I came by was to give you this. Ta-da!" 

He held out a pretty red rose and a cupcake wrapped up neatly in a plastic bag. "Wow, thanks. What's this for?" She wondered. Bolin's eyes widen from where he was currently handing you a (favorite treat) and a yellow rose. "Uh...oh, I can't remember now. Oh, yeah, now I remember. You guys saved me from Amon." He smiled happily like a puppy who earned a treat. 

"Oh that? It was no big deal." she shrugged it off, while you rolled your eyes, gently watering the flower in your hand.  " 'No big deal?' Are you serious? I was totally freaking out when he was coming at me with his creepy mask, all: 'I will take away your bending forever.' I mean that is scary stuff. I still can't sleep well." He sighed, sitting next to Korra on the steps who hummed.

Your (e/c) eyes narrow at her suspicious behavior. "Delivery for Avatar Korra." You all turned to the stringy man. "Tarrlok sends his compliments and urges you to reconsider his offer." He smiled pleasantly. "Tell him I haven't changed my mind." "Yes Avatar Korra. Oh, Councilman (Y/N)? You have a letter from Waterbender Master Katara." "O-Oh, thanks!" The man bowed and left Air Temple Island. "Whose this Tarrlok guy? Is he bothering you? Huh, 'cause I could have a word with him." Bolin threatened. 

"Heh, no. It's not like that. He's just some old guy who works with Tenzin and (Y/N) on the council." Korra laughed at Bolin's goofy nature. "Oh good. Good, that's better. I like that better." Bolin rubbed his hands together, making you raise an eyebrow curiously, before shrugging it off. You sat next to Korra and opened Gran Gran's letter. 

'Dear (Y/N), 

                         It sounds like your ESP powers are starting to show. Do not worry, all will be explained when you come visit me. Take care of  yourself.

                                                                                   Love, Gran Gran.'

You sighed, making your bangs puff slightly. Typical: elders seemed to like talking in riddles. "Everything okay?" Korra wondered. "Yeah, just some Grandmother Grandson stuff. Nothing to worry about." You smiled before you all yelped when Nevermore and Pabu rolled by squealing, and nipping each other. "Ah, Bolin! Help me!" The two of you raced over to your respective animals who were very aggressive and unusually angry with each other.

"Hey, what's wrong girl? This isn't like you." You frowned, as Nevermore pouted. Bolin laughed uneasily. "It's like their siblings, huh, (Y/N)?" He laughed sheepishly, tending to Pabu's wounds. You chuckled dryly,  wrapping Nevermore's wing, while sending Bolin an amused look. "Reminds me of when we first started training together for pro-bending." The Earthbender had the nerve to grin impishly. "Wait, what happened the first time?" Korra asked curiously. "Well.." 

*Flashback*

You step sided an Earth disk and a burst of flames before sweeping underneath their feet with ice cold water. You then took off your blindfold, walked over to the side of the arena to see your teammates and friends frowning and pouting (in Bolin's case) up at you. "How?" Mako said blankly, looking more serious than a 10 year old should. It's been two years since they became a family with the pro bending gym. You've still had a ways to go before you fully knocked down Mako's walls, but he's slowly warming up to you. 

You laughed, jumping down before hanging on one of the lower beams by your knees, near the boys. "I'm the grandson of Waterbender Katara, who is friends with the Greatest Earthbender of All Time. I've learned a few things, Mako."  The brothers then smirked at each other, before they began splashing you, and eventually Mako pulled you into the water and you joined into the fun, acting like a child instead of an adult for once. 

The three of you were so busy having fun, you didn't even notice Aunt Kya and the gym owner smiling at the three of you. "This will be good for the three of them." He said quietly, Kya placing her hand on her hip, loving how happy you looked, being around children your own age. 

"Yes, it will." 

*End Flashback*

"And that's how we our first training session went." You laugh softly, eyes closed in memory. "Ahh,  seems like yesterday that happened." Bolin hummed, running a hand over Pabu's back. "Yeah, and look how far we've come. Interesting, huh, Korra?" Your eyes met hers. "Yeah, sounds like fun." She smiled at you. "Well, I've got to get going, I need to see what Mako wants to do for dinner. See you guys at practice, next week!" He waved with Pabu chattering at Nevermore. 

"Yeah, see ya." You waved before turning to study Korra. "What?" She asked, feeling defensive. "Nothing, Avatar. I'm going to go check on Ikki, I owe her a story. Catch ya later." You waved backwards, leaving the Water Tribe girl alone. Nevermore flew up and away to play with some of the bisions. 

*10 minutes later*

You found Ikki and Meelo playing in a Sato Mobile, chattering away to Tenzin. "Beeeeeeep! Beep, beep, beep!" she exclaimed, Meelo repeating her. "Beep, beep." "Nice ride." you whistled, looking at the gift tag. "Ugh, Tarrlok is annoyingly frustrating." Your Uncle hummed, agreeing with you. "Yes, he is. Have you seen Korra, nephew?" "Yes, Uncle. She was heading towards  the ying yang training grounds..." He started to walk away before he stopped. "(Y/N), are you..doing all right?" He asked hesitatingly. 

"I-," you looked at your curious cousins before smiling unconvincingly at the airbending master. "Yes, Uncle. I'm fine. However, I'm worried about Korra. Could you--" "Do not worry. I will talk to her." He smiled at you before leaving. Meelo pulled back his arm with a (favorite flavor) pie, and began to throw it at you but yelped when it was suddenly thrown back into his face. Ikki began giggling wildly, before she yelped as she was suddenly thrown into the air and began throwing air back at you. 

"You two brats are sneaky, but guess what?" You all were suddenly drenched in water, and Meelo was all muddy. "I'm sneakier." Pema was laughing from where she was standing next to a giggling Jinora, and a few Air Acolytes were laughing at the scene. You merely blinked and held your arms out to catch Ikki bridal style. "Aw, Mommy! We were playing! We're still in the middle of a prank war." Meelo pouted, running up to the group of women. 

"Yes, dear, you can do your prank war later, it's bath night." At the word of, "bath," Meelo tried to run, but was grabbed by his ankle with a water hand, and was hanging upside down in front of you. "(Y/N), I hate to be a bother but would you--" "Say no more, Auntie." You set Ikki down, and she left with some of the Acolytes, before you grabbed Meelo, slung him over your shoulder and then began walking to the men's dorms. 

"But (Y/N)! I don't want to take a bath!! Baths are gross, and how can the ladies love my natural self if--" the airbending rugrat yelped when he was suddenly in warm water, without clothes. He spat water at you, and glared at you. You were smirking, your hair tied up, your normal clothes gone, and you were wearing swimming shorts. 

"Well, Meelo, let me tell you something about women," you leaned down be face to with him as he leaned in excitedly. "Ladies don't like stinky brats." You booped his nose with suds, and laughed softly as he exclaimed. "(Y/N)!" He giggled as you rubbed his bald head with his washcloth. "Seriously though, little cousin. Women like men who take care of themselves, which includes taking baths or showers regularly." 

Meelo closed his eyes as he sighed happily. He liked bath time with you; you make bath time fun. "How do you know that?" He asked curiously. You froze before rinsing the mud off his body. "My mom used to tell my dad that when I was younger." He turned around to face you with curiosity on his face. 

You didn't talk about Aunt Lotus, your mother very often. In fact,nobody did. You smiled at Meelo. "I'll tell you a story about my mom later, okay? I got to get ready for my shower." You drained the water, and dried off the little monk. "Go get dressed, and I'll join for dinner soon." He ran off, and you ran warm water, before locking the door and sighing as the water ran over your sore body.

It's been 10 years since your mother passed away, and her birthday was coming closer, and it never got any easier. You usually shut yourself away on certain days concerning your mother, and tried to forget about the pain you were feeling. You refused to cry because your mother wouldn't have wanted that. 

After all, you were always her strong solider.  

*Crunch*

You blinked, bringing your trembling hand to your chest, and hissed as warm water ran over your now bloody and bruised knuckles. So trapped in your thoughts, you didn't realize your knuckle was in motion until you were staring at bloody water. Sighing in annoyance, you let your hair cover your sight. "Damn it." 

*20 minutes later*

You walked to the courtyard, a towel on your wet hair. Knuckles wrapped in fresh pristine white bandages, slippers on your feet,  sweatpants loose on your hips, tank top clinging to your skin. On your wrists, two Northern Water Tribe bracelets. You leaned against  a column underneath Korra, watching Ikki and Jinora play a game. You both perked up to see Tarrlok's assistant run up. 

"Avatar Korra, I have something for you!" Annoyed, Korra jumped down. "It doesn't matter how many gifts Tarrlok sends." She used the Earth to turn him around before kicking him in the butt. "I'm not joining his task force!" "Sheesh, Korra." You laughed into your hand. "It's not a gift. It's an invitation." He pulled out said paper. "To what?" asked the blue eyed Avatar, snatching the invitation. 

"Tarrlok is throwing a gala in your honor. All of Republic City's shakers and movers will be there. The Councilman humble requests your attendance. You as well, Councilman (Y/N)." You rolled your eyes, before accepting the invitation. "Fine." you and the girls laughed as Neo growled at the assistant to leave. "Yeah, see ya there, dude." You shook your head as Neo sat down for Jinora and Ikki to rub his belly. 

*The next night*

Jinora, Ikki,Meelo laughed seeing how amazing the party looked. You trailed behind Korra and your Uncle Tenzin. "I-I can't believe this is all for me." Korra breathed. "I'm not sure what Tarrlok's plotting, but keep your guard up. It's not like him to throw a party just for the fun of it." "Uncle's right, Tarrlok is sneaky as a snake." They turned to you snacking on a pig in a blanket, with a handful of other treats, in your hand.

Your hair was half up, half down, complete with a few blue beads here and there.  "Wow, (Y/N), you've cleaned up pretty good." Korra complimented, stealing one of your treats. "So glad you could make it, Avatar Korra. If you'll excuse us, the city awaits its hero." Tarrlok smirked, urging Korra to follow him. You stuck your tongue out childishly, before laughing when you notice what Meelo was doing. 

"Uh, Uncle?" You outright laughed as Tenzin rushed to get his son. "Meelo, no!" He gasped, turning blue. "That is not a toilet! Oh, dear." He sighed, rushing over to grab his son, clearly embarrassed. "Hey, (Y/N)." You turned around to see Asami, with her arm hooked with Mako's, and Bolin trailing behind. Korra stood next to you, with an annoyed look on her face. "This us my daughter, Asami." Hiroshi introduced. 

"It's lovely to meet you. Mako's told me so much about you." Korra crossed her arms. 'Oh, no.' "Really? Because he hasn't mentioned you at all. How did you two meet?" Korra asked, snappily. "Oh, Asami ran him down with her motorbike." You said, casually. "What? Are you okay?" Korra's mood switch, as she turned to the firebender. 

Ohhhh. You realized why she was acting like that, and you felt a smirk creeping to your face. 'This is going to be fun.'  "I'm fine, more than fine. Mr Sato agreed to sponsor our team. We're back in the tournament!" Mako grinned when Bolin wrapped his arm around his brother with an even bigger grin. "Isn't that great?" "Yeah, terrific." Korra's face dropped.

The whole team thing was still sore between the four of you. After all, the Fire Ferrets was your team, you were the one that created the team! 

"Chief Beifong, I believe you and Avatar Korra have already met." Tarrlok said slyly. "Just because the city's throwing you this big to-do, don't think you're something special. You've done absolutely nothing to deserve this." She said, narrowing her eyes and walking away. Korra looked down, discouraged. "Eh, don't mind her, Korra. She's just grumpy because this is interrupting her self care time." You grinned at Korra who smiled weakly. "Thanks for trying, (Y/N)." She walked away. 

Tarrlok led her to the stairs where the press was waiting for her. "I've got one more question, Miss." "Hold up, hold up!" The reporters chattered but stopped when a voice spoke up. "Avatar Korra, you witnessed Amon take away people's bending first hand." "Uh, no. Councilman (Y/N) did, I was busy dealing with some of his goons." You grumbled under your breath as you hid behind your Aunt Lin. 

"How much of a danger does he present to the citizens of Republic City?" "A real danger." "Then why haven't you or Councilman (Y/N) joined Tarrlok's task force?" "Why do people keep bringing me into this?" You hissed to your Aunt Lin who in turn laughed quietly. "Aren't you going to help her?." Lin questioned. "No, she needs to learn to deal with the press. It's part of being apart of the lime light." You said, chewing on a candy stick. 

 "As the Avatar, shouldn't you be going after Amon?" "Well, I--" Korra tried to explain, but the same reporter continued to question her. "Why are you backing away from this fight?" "What? No! I've never backed away from anything in my life." Korra defended. 

"You promised to serve this city. Are you going back on that promise?" "Do you think pro bending is more important than than fighting the revolution?" "How do you think Avatar Aang would've handled this?" "Are you afraid of Amon?" 

"I"M NOT AFRAID OF ANYONE!" She shouted, as you finally came from behind Lin.  "If the city needs me,then we'll join Tarrlok's task force, and help fight Amon." You scowled and glared at Tarrlok. "There's your headline, folks." Cameras flashed and questions echoed through the building, as you felt your blood boil. You watched Tarrlok wink at a certain reporter and realized it was a trap. 

You followed the reporter, and grabbed him by his neck. He yelped and was shaking when he came to face to face with you. "So, what did Tarrlok bribe you with?" You demanded, while he played with his fingers before finally talking. "I will tell you everything I know, but it's not much."

*The next day* 

"My fellow task force deputies, tonight we will execute a raid on an underground chi-blocker training camp located in the dragon's flats borough. According to my sources, there is a cellar underneath this bookstore, where equalists train chi-blocking in secret." You were kneeling next to Korra but sat on top of the truck, more there as backup and for medical knowledge. You bent water to the next teammate. 

"Get ready, anddddddd now." You said boredly, waving your hand as the task force attacked. You watched Korra run after two Chi blockers, and sighed. You ran after her, seeing no one was injured. Korra fell on the floor, and gasped sharply as someone fell down and tried to attack her. You used ice to trap him, and freezing the other behind you. "Oh, nice timing. Thanks (Y/N)." You helped her up, and gave a lopsided grin. 

"Of course,friend. Let's go." She smiled as you lead them out, pulling your gloves tighter over your hands, keeping your distance away from Tarrlok, but staying close to Korra. 

At the moment, she was too unstable to keep her guard up for much longer. 

*At the pro bending gym* 

"No Korra for practice again?" Bolin asked. "Doesn't look like it. " Mako sighed, reading his newspaper. You were currently practicing some similar movements to make your agility smoother. You tuned into the radio, "Avatar Korra and Councilman (Y/N)  have bravely answered the call to action. With the three of us leading the charge Republic City has nothing to fear from Amon, and the Equalists. Question for the Avatar: Amon remains at large. Why have you failed to locate him?" 

Korra's voice came over the radio. "You want to know why? Because Amon is hiding in the shadows like a coward. Amon, I challenge you to a duel. No task force, no chi blockers, just the two of us, tonight at midnight, on Avatar Aang Memorial Island. Let's cut to the chase and settle this thing...if you're man enough to face me." With that the radio turned off. You pinched the bridge of your nose, steaming mad. 

"Ugh....this girl."

*That night* 

You were sitting on the ladder, watching Korra wrap up the rope from the pier. "Korra, this is madness." Your uncle's voice stated from behind you. Korra's dark blue eyes snapped to the airbending master. "Don't try to stop me, and don't follow me. I have to face Amon, alone." You studied her movements, ignoring the adults arguing behind you. "This is all your doing." Uncle snapped at Tarrlok. "I've tried talking her out of it too, but she's made up her mind." Tarrlok defended himself., giving Korra the opportunity to zoom away.  

"No Uncle. " Everyone turned to look at you, but you kept your gaze on the water changing color below you. "This is something Korra needs to do, or she will never understand." "Understand what, Nephew?" Tenzin asked curiously.

You looked up at the stars, determination in your eyes. 

"That is is okay, not to be okay." 

"(Y/N) is right. And if anything truly goes wrong, I have a fleet of airships ready to swoop down." Tarrlok said, attempting to re-assure Tenzin. You leaned down to allow your hand to feel the coolness of the water, and suddenly you weren't leaning on the pier, waiting for Korra. You were in a vision, great. 

*Vision*

You opened your eyes to see a young child running through luscious green gardens. The child was tearing up, until he finally collapsed on the ground. Your vision cleared to see a younger you, about 10 years younger. It was raining down hard, and the tiny you was soaked to the bone, and stiffled your sobs. "(Y/N), where are you?" "Son? Come out!"  you simply curled up tighter, clutching your head. 

You heard footsteps stop near you, and a breath of relief. "Oh, (Y/N), there you are." You looked up to see Uncle Tenzin standing there, with a warm blanket. He knelt down and opened the blanket, silently urging you to run into his arms. He grunted when you tackled him, and clung to him with a vice grip. Tenzin sighed softly, running a hand through your hair as you shook in his arms. 

"Nephew, it's okay to not be okay." He murmured. "No, not for me. I just have to be  strong. I just have to." 

*End vision*

You opened your eyes and jumped into the air, opening your glider, and taking off. "Uncle, let's go!" He followed you, soon the two of you were flying around looking for a sign of where Korra was. You went higher, and landed near an opening,  before seeing Korra crying into your Uncle's chest. "You were right. I've been scared this whole time. I-I've never felt like this before,and Tenzin, I don't know what to do." she sobbed.

"Admitting that you're afraid is one of the first, but most difficult part of healing." Tenzin's voice echoed through the tunnel. You leaned against the wall, waiting for them to step out.

'She'll be okay.'

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chemistry part fourteen

part thirteen | part fifteen | masterlist

zuko x fem!reader

avatar: the last airbender

includes - you, zuko, suki, katara, toph, sokka, and aang

special appearances by - iroh, azula, appa, and mai

warnings - language, angsty, mentions of sex

“what if they don’t like me?” you asked nervously.

“they, will. azula’s opinion doesn’t matter, and my uncle loves you,” zuko said.

“alright,” you smiled. “i’m ready.”

zuko leaned over and kissed your cheek. “you’ll be great.”

you smiled and stepped out of his car, wrapping your coat around you. zuko and you walked up to his house, holding hands. you had the cupcakes you made in the other hand, and zuko had the gifts you two bought in his other hand. the door opened quickly, revealing iroh.

“hello! come in, come in,” iroh smiled.

“hi, iroh,” you smiled.

“hello, y/n. it is so nice to see you again. i was wondering when my nephew would finally ask you out,” iroh said.

zuko rolled his eyes. “well, i did it.”

“yes, and we’re all happy. hm, you brought cupcakes! you can put those on the kitchen table,” iroh said.

you nodded and left zuko’s side for a moment, going into the kitchen and seeing a few more of zuko’s family members.

“you must be y/n. i’m azula, zuko’s sister.” a pretty, young woman came up to you. she looked so much like zuko; basically a female version.

“hi, it’s nice to meet you,” you smiled and held your hand out. azula shook it, giving you a welcoming smile.

you felt a hand snake around your waist and looked to see zuko standing behind you. you smiled at him, metling into his embrace.

“zuko, you didn’t tell me your girlfriend was so pretty,” azula complimented.

“thank you,” you smiled.

“he could do better,” a mono-toned voice said. it belonged to a girl- zuko’s age. she had black hair, a red dress on, and a cold glare that she directed towards you.

“mai, don’t be so rude,” azula frowned.

“and don’t be so nice, zul,” mai said.

“oh, you’re mai?” you said, your mood dimming a little. “it’s, um, nice to meet you.”

“likewise,” mai gave you a strained smile. she then looked to zuko.

you stiffened as you saw the look she gave him. zuko noticed your reaction and pulled you closer, interlocking hands.

“want to get a drink with me, zuzu?” mai asked.

“nope, i’m good. i’d rather get a drink with y/n,” zuko said.

“ugh, fine. you’ll regret saying no,” mai grimaced, walking away.

“sorry about her, she’s still in love with zuko. if you ask me, you two are cuter together,” azula said.

“thank you,” you smiled gratefully at her.

“yeah, thanks, azula. y/n, wanna go get those drinks?” zuko asked.

“yeah, sure,” you nodded.

you two moved passed azula, exchanging goodbyes. 

“so, when did you and mai date?” you asked, grabbing yourself a diet coke. 

“in high school. i dated her from sophomore year to half my junior year. so it was about a year and a half relationship,” he explained honestly. 

“wow. that’s a long time,” you chuckled.

zuko sensed your anxiety and put his hand on your’s to reassure you. “yeah, but it’s all in the past now. i’m very over it. and plus, i’m with you now.” you smiled at him. “yeah, i know. thank you. have you had other relationships in the past before?”

“yeah, a few. another long-term, a couple short-term. i haven’t been on a date since sophomore year of college, to be honest with you,” zuko said bashfully. 

“well, i’ve never had a boyfriend before. well, not an offical one anyways, so i wouldn’t worry,” you smiled

“you not having a boyfriend? i can’t imagine that,” zuko teased. 

you blushed and shrugged, “no guys interested me. especially not in high school. all of them are so immature and gross.”

“understandable. i came from a strict family, so i wasn’t too bad,” zuko said. 

“that’s not what sokka said,” you grinned. 

zuko rolled his eyes. “alright, well, sokka is different. he's all goofy and may have coerced me into pranks, but i was a good kid and student.”

“true. i mean, you are my tutor after all,” you laughed. 

“right. right. speaking of tutoring, do you still want to continue?” zuko asked. 

“yes! but instead of calling it ‘tutoring’ we can just hang out and you can help me with homework,” you suggested. 

“sounds good,” zuko nodded, taking a sip of his beer. 

“hey, did you want to play with the vr?” he asked. 

“yes!” you exclaimed. 

zuko smiled at your enthusiasm. “alright, wanna go in the basement or my room to play?”

“oh, um, wherever,” you shrugged. the thought of you in your boyfriend’s room made you nervous, but filled your stomach with butterflies.

“we can go in the basement,” zuko said. 

you nodded. “wait, i want to see your room though.” you knew you didn’t have to go in there and be alone for a long period of time yet, but you at least wanted to see what it looked like.

zuko nodded and took your hand, leading you through the small crowd of people. you went up to stairs and walked to the bedroom that was down the hall. 

“i’m going to the bathroom real quick, feel free to look around and stuff,” zuko smiled. 

you nodded, watching his retreating figure. you opened his door hesitantly, your nostrils immediately filling with the sweet smell of cinnamon. your eyes immediately went to the bed that sat across from the door and in the middle of the room. his sheets were black with red lines down the middle. his pillows were both black and red, alternating in a pattern. he also had a few stuffed animals laid out on his bed. one of a red dragon, turtle-duck, and a polar bear-dog. he had two, dark-brown coloured nightstands on each side of his bed. on the left one, which was closest to you, was a lamp, a few gum packets, and a few books for school. the right one had a picture frame of him and his mother, him and his sister, one of him and just his mom, and another of him and iroh. across from the right nightstand on the wall, was a black bookshelf. it had 5 shelves with three and a half filled with all sorts of books. 

avid reader, i see, you thought. 

all around his room he had posters and pictures. the posters were of his favorite bands: AC/DC, greenday, rolling stones, queen, and nirvana. he had some jazz singers, too. like louis armstrong, billie holiday, frank sinatra, and nat king cole.

good music taste, too.

across from the foot of the bed was his desk that had a bunch of papers on there, a clock, and a pencil holder. he had standing lamp next to his desk, too. 

“his bed is so comfortable.”

your body stiffened once you heard mai’s dark, monotoned voice. you didn’t look at her, you just kept your eyes trained on his stuffed animals. 

“oh, really? how would you know?” you challenged. 

“because we’ve had sex there. he’s really good at it, too,” mai said. you could hear the smirk in her voice. 

of course that’s the reason why.

“and the jazz music he would play while we cuddled after a few rounds. ugh, so magical. you won't believe the things he can do with that body of his,” mai said. 

“oh,” you said, your voice breaking. 

mai put her hand on your shoulder, leaning to whisper in your ear. “he's mine, y/n. always have and always will be. he’ll be done with you soon and come running back to me. he always does.”

tears sprung in your eyes and a few ran down your cheeks. you didn’t say anything else, knowing that if you opened your mouth, the only sound that would come out was a sob. 

“have fun. ta-ta!” mai said and took her hand off of you. you heard her footsteps walk away, going down the stairs. 

you let out a shaky breath, taking out your phone to text katara to take you home. she responded quickly, thankfully, and told you she’d be there in 10. 

zuko existed the bathroom, smiling once he saw you in the doorway of his room. 

“hey, how do you like the room?” zuko asked. 

you took in a deep breath, wiping away your tears harshly. “it’s cool. i really like the posters and the stuffed animals.”

zuko noticed your discomfort. “what’s wrong?” he went in front of you, his heart breaking once he saw that you were crying. “hey, hey, why’re you crying?”

you averted his gaze, shrugging. “nothing, i’m just tired. you mind if i have katara pick me up?”

zuko narrowed his eyes at you. “al-alright. but… why?”

“i just… i got a text from my mom. it's an emergency. i have to go,” you lied.

zuko looked at your face, knowing you were lying. he knew he wouldn't get the truth out of you now, though. so he decided to let you go, let you calm down, then ask you about it in the next few hours. 

“yeah, sure. i’m sorry you have to leave,” zuko said, reaching out for your hand gently. 

you let him, his touch calming you. “yeah, me, too. walk me out?”

zuko smiled softly, “yeah, sure,”

you two walked down the stairs in silence. you put on your coat, reaching for the doorknob. 

“i had fun, thank iroh for inviting me,” you said.

“of course. text me when you get home, okay?” zuko asked. 

“will do,” you nodded and exited the house. zuko watched you walk away, sighing. 

he looked to his left, catching the eye of mai. she had a malicious smirk on her face, not trying to even hide it. zuko glared at her, putting the pieces together of why you left. 

fuck you, mai, he thought.

you got into the car, seeing katara with worried eyes. 

“hey, what’s wrong?” she asked.

as soon as you sat down was when the tears starting coming out in hot streaks. 

“m-mai,” you sobbed. 

katara narrowed her eyes, “that bitch. what did she say?”

“she was talking about how good zuko was at sex. how wonderful their sex was. it was horrible. she also mentioned that he goes back to her all the time. is that true?” you asked.

katara’s eyes widened. “i… why don’t we go back home and get you calmed down first, alright? we have cookies and whiskey.”

you nodded, wiping your eyes. katara drove you home, keeping her hand on your’s for comfort. 

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Secret Santa Event,

Day 6

This little story belongs to my Christmas project, a series of stories leading up to Christmas Eve! Check my Event Masterlist for more information, and have fun!

A/N: might contain interactions with my MCs Clover and/or Violet (no spoilers ofc), but you don't have to know them to understand the story!

Beelzebub was a very simple man.

Give him food and he will eat it.

Give him good food and he will very happily eat it.

Actually, you may even give him something that's not food, and there is still a very good chance that he will still end up, yes, eating it.

As the avatar of Gluttony, his stomach was a black hole, never able to fill up, to stay full, but always yearning for more and more.

And thusly, his interests tend to orbit around food, mostly. But, honestly, if your body was signalling you this constant, incredible pain that is being famished, you'd probably do the same.

And even so, compared to his brothers, Beel was one to think about his sin the least.

What was on his mind then, you ask?

Well, that we are about to find out, as our favourite soft big boy was about to get his secret Santa gift today.

And his very own Santa Claus wasn't one to choose the simple path, not about something you could pour a little love into.

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On the day the group had agreed on the secret Santa event, everyone had joked about how obvious it would be when Beel would get his gift, since the Santa would be standing in the kitchen all day, preparing some seven course meal the size of a whole family dinner.

And sure, you could definitely whack out some meal with it all -- Hors d'oeuvre, soup, appetizer, salad, a main course, desert and a nice mignardise -- and Beelzebub would drool himself crazy over that...

But his secret Santa Simeon wasn't going to spend any second in the kitchen for this present.

The angel had thought a lot about an appropriate gift for the sixth born demon brother. They knew each other since Beelzebub was born in the celestial realm, with Simeon having watched over him and his twin brother Belphegor a couple of times. He knew that Beel had a calm and friendly aura, despite his rough and unfriendly appearance, and the angel loved how nicely Beel treated Luke.

And so, one afternoon, when Beel was visiting them in the purgatory hall, taste testing (meaning eating all) of the cupcakes that Luke had made, an idea hit Simeon.

An idea, or rather, a memory.

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"Hey, Simeon, where have you been yesterday?"

A few days later, in school, the angel sat together with most of the demon brothers as well as the other exchange students.

His gaze drifted towards Asmo, who had asked the question.

"That was the first time you ever skipped class", Satan noticed. "Is there something ailing you?"

Chuckling softly, Simeon shook his head.

"No need to worry", he hummed, before a smirk curled his lips in a mysterious way.

"Let us say, Santa had something important to tell me."

"Y-you met Santa?!", Luke bursted out, his cheeks flushed pink in the sudden excitement. "The real Santa Claus?!"

As Simeon would only continue to laugh as an answer, Luke kept bombarding him with questions.

At some point, Solomon finally chimed in.

"That must mean your secret Santa duty will come in to play soon, right?"

"Yes", Simeon smiled. "Today, to be precise."

All eyes widened in at least a little anticipation.

"Who'd ya get, then?", Mammon asked. "Can't you give the present now?"

"Patience, Mammon", the angel admonished.

"That's not a word that Mammon knows LOL", Levi chuckled.

Levi earned some angered comments, of course, but those were silenced once Simeon spoke up again.

"Besides, I do not have it here right now. After school, I thought I'd take the person concerned to the purgatory hall and hand it to them there...

Of course, only if that is okay with you, Beelzebub."

Beel looked up from the sandwich he was eating, terribly confused at first.

"... Am I getting the present?"

As Simeon gave a little nod, you could hear how Beel's stomach was growling in excitement.

"Now you made him hungry", Levi laughed.

Belphie pressed out a little sigh.

"Well, Simeon... I hope you have prepared something delicious, because Beel will have a hard time holding back his hunger now..."

"Don't worry", Simeon said.

"I am certain I have just the right present for him."

------------

"Self-made dinner?"

"Perhaps."

"Candy?"

"Maybe."

"Oh, yes, maybe those celestial realm sweets that you are hiding from me?!"

Chuckling, Simeon was approaching the front door of the purgatory hall, reaching for his keys as Beelzebub right behind him wouldn't stop trying to guess what delicious food would await him.

As they reached Simeon's room, Beel wasn't able to hold in his hunger any more, so he dashed right into the room...

... Utterly confused when he couldn't find any food.

"Where's... Uhm...", He mumbled, looking right and left, but nothing edible was in sight.

Simeon had followed quietly, coming to a stop now next to him.

"Merry Christmas, Beelzebub."

Irritated, Beel followed Simeon's gaze, looking over to a shelf.

And there it was, a little plushie dog, a red ribbon neatly wrapped around it's head.

The demon stepped closer, still confused.

And then, he remembered, too.

For the longest time, Beel kept silent. He picked the plushie up, inspected it, felt its fabric. It was really worn out, had to be incredibly old already, with some stitches here and there.

And Beel knew.

At some point, he turned to Simeon.

Tears were rolling down his cheeks.

"Is this... Really...?"

Simeon answered with a soft smile.

"Yes. Lilith's toy, from when she was younger."

Beel's voice was so thin that it took seconds until he could speak up again.

"... How?", he asked, staring at the toy.

Now Simeon came closer. "Right after the celestial war, most of your things got destroyed. But I felt that, even though you guys had fallen, I wanted to keep some memories of the people I held very dear to me. So I hurried to pick up whatever I could hide best, to keep a piece of all of you... and to remember Lilith."

Droplets of tears were falling onto the fabric in Beel's hands. "But this is yours... I cannot keep th-"

"No, Beelzebub", Simeon placed a hand on Beel's arm, "I want you to have it."

"B-but..."

Simeon looked up to him, waiting until he caught his gaze.

"You really love your family, don't you?"

And with his lower lip shaking a little, Beel engulfed Simeon in a big hug, not planning on letting him go until Simeon understood just how much that present meant to him.

[tickledpink31]

Obey Me x MC: The Leviathan

A/N: Whew! First fanfic and I’m a bit nervous. Anyways, here’s my contribution to the fandom especially for the Canadian fans like me and the art I post here is mine. My MC is called Minerva Castillo or Minnie for short. Enjoy!

Summary: After Minnie mentions an iconic roller coaster named after Levi, Diavolo takes the students on a day-long excursion to Canada’s Wonderland.

Minnie knew that when she signed up for the exchange program that there would be things that she would sorely miss back in the human realm, one of them being food. She was never against trying new things, but half of Devildom’s cuisine made that hard. The food could either poison her, attack her, or even make her violate her own principles (Minnie still hasn’t forgiven herself for giving away Mammon’s hiding spot to Lucifer after consuming a backstabbing sandwich.)

Minnie’s sweet tooth had been aching for something soft to bite on and wicked cupcakes just weren’t doing it for her. No, she missed the fluffy goodness of cotton candy that was not made out of spiderwebs and definitely not infested with spiders.

Her thoughts tended to wander from one idea to the next just like any conversation with Minnie did. Thoughts of cotton candy drifted to amusement parks, then to Canada’s Wonderland, and finally the Leviathan ride. That’s when she glanced at Leviathan—the demon, not the ride—sitting across from her at the dining table. He was immersed in his D.D.D. playing Mononoke Land as he ate, avoiding the chatter amongst his brothers as usual.

“Hey Levi, did you know there’s a roller coaster with your name?” she asked him.

Levi looked up from his phone with surprise.  “Come again?”

“There’s a roller coaster in Canada’s Wonderland that has your name.”

Being the embodiment of envy, it made Levi prone to bouts of low self-esteem. Imagine learning that his name was plastered on one of the most popular roller coasters in Canada. Levi’s ears had turned pink from flattery and embarrassment as he looked down at his plate. Despite this, he still tried to continue on with the topic. “I-is it any good?”

“It is!” Minnie answered. “You won’t believe how many line up for a ride.”

By now, the conversation between the rest of the brothers had died down to listen in on this “roller coaster” that Minnie had suddenly decided to talk about. Perhaps they were curious about how they can properly engineer thrill rides down in Devildom. She’s read about that one historical attempt to install an amusement park in Devildom. All of the rides that she read up on seemed like a nightmarish combination of Julijonas Urbonas’s machines and Action Park’s abrasive rides—in other words, all sorts of deadly for humans. No demons died while testing out the rides, but there were a plethora of complaints and injuries as a result of it all causing the park to shut down.

“That sounds nice and all, but is there a ride named after me?” asked Asmodeus.

“Not that I know of,” said Minnie.

“As if you can make a ride any fun!” Mammon jeered.

Asmo put a hand to his chest and scoffed. “What do you take me for? I’m not the Avatar of Lust for nothing. I can make anything fun!”

“Not in the way you think Asmo,” Minnie corrected. “Maybe you have your name written on one of the adult amusement parks.”

“Minnie, please don’t encourage him,” Satan said as he pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to cover his flustered face.

Too late, Asmo was already gushing about it. “I’ll have to go to one of those someday! You humans are so inventive.”

“Do they have anything named after me?” Mammon asked.

“Anything other than a sponge cake?” added Minnie.

Snickers went around the table at that remark, even Lucifer choked a little as he took a sip of wine. How did the conversation go from roller coasters to cake? Oh right, it’s because Minnie decided to talk.

Levi was quick to type on his D.D.D. to tweet about the subject. “Mammon’s named after a sponge cake. LOL!”

“Hey! Don’t go posting things like that about me!”

Beelzebub was the only one not laughing. “Mmm… cake,” he said. “What’s for dessert?”

“Beel, you’re drooling,” Belphegor sighed and handed his brother a napkin.

“Minerva.” Lucifer was the next to talk to her. “Have you heard about Lord Diavolo’s request for an amusement park to be built sixty years ago?”

“I have.”

“I was witness to a few lower demons being flung out of the carousel.”

Lucifer was trying to make her laugh once again with that dark humour. Minnie knew she shouldn’t laugh at someone else’s pain, but her giggles came out in bursts anyways.

Later at three in the morning, Minnie’s D.D.D. woke her up to pick up a call. She lazily rolled over in her bed, reached for her phone, and winced when the light from its screen hit her eyes. She managed to make out the ID caller on the screen, Lord Diavolo.

She had no choice but to answer to his highness.

“Hello…” she mumbled hoarsely into the speaker.

“Minerva!” Diavolo sounded too enthusiastic for someone up this early. The volume of his voice nearly scared Minnie into dropping her D.D.D.

“Your highness, with all due respect, but did it cross your mind that I was sleeping?” Diavolo may be the future king, but he let Minnie be blunt with him when need be. He wasn’t ignorant of most of the feedback given to him by his subjects.

“My apologies. But, Minerva, how could you not tell me about Leviathan’s roller coaster in the human realm?” Diavolo almost sounded betrayed.

“Did Levi tweet about this?”

“He did. Let’s have a field trip to the amusement park next week.”

“What?”

***

Whether it was Canada or the Philippines, Minnie would be glad to be back home, even if it was just for a day. Like Diavolo had promised, he took them all on a field trip to Canada’s Wonderland much to the excitement of most of the participants.

Spending the day in a noisy crowded place was perhaps Levi’s worst nightmare unless he was spending his time in an anime convention. Just for one day, he was going to step outside his room much to the surprise of everyone. He just had to see the Leviathan, no, he was going to ride it, he had announced to all of them.

The day of the field trip came and as their car was driving by the park, Levi was on the lookout for his ride among the tall, colourful structures that poked high above the park.

“Hey, that one goes upside down,” said Luke as he pointed to a turquoise roller coaster.

“That’s the Leviathan,” Minnie declared.

“That’s me?” Leviathan squealed. He was absolutely glowing with amazement and a bit rosy in the cheeks too.

Everyone else in their group chuckled at how awestruck Levi was. Then again, how could anyone blame him when there was a large, shiny ride was his namesake.

Levi insisted on riding the serpent-themed coaster first. The closer they got to the ride, Minnie could feel a familiar pit form in her stomach whenever she was nervous. Riding roller coasters was a daunting task to do no matter how much she enjoyed the Leviathan. Eh… that phrasing sounded wrong now when the real Leviathan was standing right next to her.

“It’s… so beautiful,” Levi sobbed as he snapped a picture of the serpent sculpture featured in front of the ride. “This is amazing! It’s like that one episode from that reverse harem anime, I Ran Away From my Dad and Stepmom, so I Moved in with Seven Stupidly Hot Men who I Ended up Oversharing my Past and Insecurities with.”

What is it with Devildom’s overly specific show titles? They end up spoiling more than human realm movie trailers.

“There’s a one hour lineup, Levi. You don’t want to wait too long do you?” said Solomon.

“Minnie,” Levi called out to her and grabbed her hand. “Um… a-as my best friend, will you… sit next to me for this ride? I mean, not that you have too.”

Minnie didn’t expect kind of boldness from someone like Levi. Maybe seeing the roller coaster was boosting his confidence in the right way today.

“It would be an honour, Levi,” she said, which earned a blush from Levi.

Mammon was quick to jump in whenever someone else came up to Minnie with interest. “Oh no! I’m sitting beside Minnie. I’m her first man and I should be protecting her!”

“Mammon, refrain from saying such things in public,” scolded Lucifer.

Whatever embarrassing comments that came from Mammon didn’t bother Minnie that much. Anyone who heard it were just close friends or strangers.

“I thought you were going to sit this one out, Mammon,” teased Satan.

“Was not! You didn’t hear me right.”

“Why don’t we all ride it together?” Diavolo suggested.

“WHAT?” chorused a few members of their group.

“And ruin my hair on that thing?” Asmo protested.

“No thanks,” Belphie objected.

“I’m staying with Belphie,” said Beel.

“What if Luke’s too short to go?” asked Simeon.

Somehow the entire group found themselves strapped in the snake-like train of the Leviathan. Could they really say no when Diavolo was ordering them around with the sadistic eldest brother, Lucifer, right behind him? It took no time for Lucifer to rope the rest of his brothers in (“If I’m going to suffer through this, so are all of you”). Simeon was only convinced to go once Luke was deemed past the minimum height to ride and the latter was just thrilled to get to ride the roller coaster. Barbatos was required to ride as Diavolo’s butler.

Poor Minnie found herself seated at the very front in between Mammon and Levi and Solomon at the other end next to Mammon. It was far too late to back out when the train started moving and made a slow rise to the top.

“Why oh why did you pull me to the front?” Minnie wasn’t sure who she was talking to, but she knew at least one of these three dragged her here.

“C’mon, Minnie. I thought you liked this thing,” said Mammon.

“I like where I feel safer.”

“You’ll be fine, M.C. You have your pacts to keep you safe,” said Solomon. He still kept his disturbingly calm mask and it made Minnie wonder what he looked like without it on now that they were on high-speed ride.

The last few clicks from the track slowed then came to pause at the very top with the train. Both Mammon and Levi whimpered and clutched each of Minnie’s hands. Minnie tightened her hold on the lap bar until her knuckles were white. She could hear someone's breath hitch and a few nervous laughs from behind. The noisy crowd from below made her wish to get off this machine right this moment, but she was beyond the point of no return. Oh great, her life was flashing before her eyes now too.

The train creaked forward. Then they all fell down.

The sharp descent was just the beginning of Minnie’s terror. She recalled how tracks swerved the passengers left and right at maximum speed. There was another large dive, and how could she forget the upside down loop? She did her best to relax and just feel the wind in her hair, but Mammon and Levi made that hard when their nails were digging into her wrists.

A voice cried out, “THIS IS THE DAY I’M GOING TO DIE!”

Amidst the screams, Minnie also managed to hear, “I’m in my room, I’m in my room,” from Levi. His eyes were tightly shut.

Mammon’s voice kept reaching a higher pitch than ever the faster and faster they went. 

And Solomon? Solomon looked as cool as a cucumber, but Minnie swore she saw his hands ever so slightly grip the bar tighter.

Finally, the biggest relief Minnie had so far was when the ride started to slow down. The two brothers finally loosened their hold on her.

She made a vow that she would never choose to ride at the very front of a roller coaster as long as she lived. Her wrists were sore too from the vice like grip from both Mammon and Levi. She didn’t bother moving for a while to turn around and check on everyone until the lap bars came off.

Minnie walked out stumbling with Mammon and Levi still hanging off of her. There were stars Diavolo’s eyes, eagerly pointing at other rides to go on that caught his attention. Luke had just about the same energy as the prince, tugging at Simeon’s arm who mimicked the look of a tired single parent tending to his child. Satan had a subtle tremble to his gait, so he opted to sit down to calm the tremor. Asmo, mirror in hand, wasted no time frantically tending to his windswept hair. Beel had made a beeline for the nearest food vendor after the ride left him feeling peckish rather than queasy. Belphie was conked out for the entire ride, so he had to be carried out of his seat; they lay him down on the rocks, near the group. Lucifer, Barbatos, Solomon seemed to be the only ones handling the aftermath calmly.

“I never knew you could be such a beast, Levi,” said Asmo. “I’m not sure if I want my name on something so vicious.”

“I-it wasn’t that scary,” Mammon argued.

“You were the one screaming, scumbag!” Levi barked.

“You’re turning blue, Mammon,” said Lucifer.

Minnie turned to look at the Mammon and saw that he was indeed turning blue and just about ready to hurl. She quickly located a garbage can and led him there to regurgitate the bile that built up in his stomach.

With this experience, Minnie knew that Diavolo was going to reopen Devildom’s amusement park. For everyone’s sake, she hoped that the prince would look up more on how to build proper roller coasters or hire professional engineers. It wouldn’t hurt to give the rides some well-needed upgrades and stricter safety measures.

***

The end of the exchange program provided Minnie with yet another thing she would miss. She arrived at Devildom not expecting the kind of relationships she would make there with some of the strangest and most wonderful people she had come to know. It was not something she asked for, but it was what she needed.

There was no ounce of regret in her heart signing up for the program no matter how much it scared people to know that she willingly studied in a place where most do not dare to tread. It was a cruel and cold fact to know that visiting her friends would not be that easy. Jumping from one world to another required magical seals or magical powers, neither of which she had. She had no choice but to move forward and readjust to the human world’s light.

Four months after the end of the program, Minnie was ready to collapse onto her bed after a whole week of flying through midterm projects and exams. The girl trudged all the way back to her dorm and shoved her keys into the lock. She switched on the lights and locked eyes with who she initially thought she would never see in a while.

The seven brothers she grew to love so much were here… in her living room.

Is this a dream? Am I just really tired?

Before Minnie could react she was tackled into a hug by at least five of the brothers. There was a cacophony of cheers and fighting over who gets to hug her first.

Minnie could only cover her mouth in shock as she held back her tears. It was no dream at all. This was a dream come true.

“Minnie, what took you so long?” She recognized that kind of impatience from none other than Mammon.

“We were sitting here for hours!” That one was Asmo.

“Hey, that’s not fair! You got your turn hugging her.” That was obviously Levi.

“Let’s get going. We don’t want to be late.” Now Satan.

“Late? “Late for what?” asked Minnie

“It’s a surprise,” Beel said.

“Hope you weren’t planning to sleep soon,” added Belphie.

In a normal circumstance, Minnie would be angry, but they did come all this way to see her. What the heck?

Lucifer gave her a blindfold. “Put this on.”

And she did. Soon she felt the familiar pull of jumping between worlds. They were going back to Devildom.

Somebody had pulled the blindfold from her eyes before she could herself and the familiar bright colours of an amusement park met her line of vision. A large sign at the entrance said, DIAVOLO’S MIDNIGHT PARADISE.

“Oh wow.” There was so much more Minnie could say, but the sight left her speechless.

“Diavolo’s new and improved park. Now safe and fun for humans and demons alike,” said Lucifer.

“Speaking of which, where is he?” queried Minnie. Diavolo wouldn’t miss out on a night in his own amusement park.

“You know how he is and his love for human culture,” said Satan.

“He was eager to experience his new park, so we let him go ahead,” Lucifer finished for him.

It was a lovely park. Diavolo really knew what he was doing this time since their trip from Canada’s Wonderland.

There were countless games, rides and food stands; Minnie didn’t know where to start. Mammon was quick to insist that they go on the The Quest for Goldie dark ride together, Asmo whined that he wanted to ride Asmodeus’s Tunnel of Love, then Levi argued that they should ride the copy of The Leviathan.

Amidst their argument, Lucifer quietly suggested that she come with him. Nobody noticed the two walk away.

“You still owe me some quality time, Minerva. I’m not satisfied with just one tryst,” Lucifer asserted.

A blush crept up to Minnie’s cheeks. Truth be told, she wanted more from him too and not just what they shared on the night before the exchange program ended.

“Where’s your ride?” she asked him.

“That one.” Lucifer pointed to an observation wheel with five glowing spokes. “It’s called The Morning Star.”

“Like the Melbourne Star?”

“Exactly.” Lucifer then turned to her. “I was hoping that we could spend our first real date. I know how much you love heights.”

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

[masterweaverx]

The Baker And The Writer

Written for @hopeology

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Streamers and balloons wrapped around the cave, some slipping across corkboard while others dangled round disco balls. A pink hoof dragged across the dusty filing cabinets, marked by thoughtful humming. One set of files was pulled out from the drawers, layed down on the table, and observed with shining blue eyes. “Mmmhmmm... hmmm. Ah.”

“Reunion party planning?”

The pink pony didn’t even look up, though a smile crossed her face. “Yeah. Well, for those who still... you know. Still care about this. About us.” She sighed deeply. “Things have changed, haven’t they?”

“Quite a bit. And not all for the better... but not all for the worse, either.”

The pink pony sighed again, shutting the folder. “Well, I suppose there’s no point not talking about it. After all, we’re both mirrors of the same soul.”

“Mirrors, fragments, cosmic coincidences by fate and destiny.”

“All that, yep.” She looked up, into the empty hood of a black robe of leather, and had to hide a giggle behind her hoof. “People are going to think you came from Square Enix, you know.”

“People have always thought that. It’s annoying!” The robe crossed his sleeves petulantly. “I didn’t even know about Organization XIII when I came up with this design, let alone anything Final Fantasy-ish. It was supposed to be--”

“--a comical contrast of a seriously dark-appearing abstraction having hilarious melodrama and/or ordinary life as he interacted with the characters of his writing, I know, I know.” The pony shrugged. “You’ve always been on a different wavelength, Masterweaver.”

“And so have you, Pinkie.”

The pony shrugged. “So I have. So I have...” She averted her gaze, running a hoof down her foreleg. “My story’s not going to be completed, is it?”

The robe examined the roof. “I... well... I want to complete it, and others are working on the other threads--”

“Yeah, but you were young. Well... he was young.”

“I am the author avatar, I can be considered the same as him.”

“I’m a fusion of a canon character and a self insert, I could say the same thing.”

“In a different way.” Masterweaver spread his sleeves. “Identity is a confusing thing, especially when you get meta.”

“And this is getting very meta.”

“Should we acknowledge the audience?”

“...let’s not,” Pinkie said after a moment of thought. “It’s only really useful if we get philosophical about the nature of reality and/or want to throw in a brief joke.”

“Good point.” Masterweaver nodded. “Good point... Still. You’ve got a party to plan, right?”

“For all of us still here. Which is, technically, all of us, but we’ve passed out of the need for the story to focus on us I think.” Pinkie nodded. “It’s been years for me, since the event. And I’ve had... some serious adventures. Yeah. A lot of living... a lot of things.”

She hummed to herself gently. “A lot of worlds visited. Other Equestrias, at first... and then, other places entirely. Mostly to say hi, help out, move on. An adventurer is me.”

“Well that’s a fine life!” Masterweaver said encouragingly. “Expanding your horizons as you go, growing and learning--”

“He’s moved on, hasn’t he?”

The cave was silent for a moment, save for the tinkling of the disco balls.

“...From ponies, I mean. In general.”

“I...” Masterweaver sighed. “No. Yes? Not... he still values this. This experience, with you and with every other part of the fandom. It was... it was with ponies he really found his place, found out what he was, what he could do. It’s why he still considers himself a professional fanfiction writer. And he does keep in contact with his friends from that part of his life. He does still value what he learned from the fandom.” A sleeve reached out, clasping her shoulder. “He still thinks of you. He still cares about you. I wouldn’t be here if he didn’t.”

“...I know. But the core... the part that drew him in, and held him... he’s moved from that, hasn’t he?”

“...He isn’t as deep in the fandom, maybe. But... he’ll never leave it entirely, I think.” Masterweaver shook his hood. “No, he’ll probably come back every once in a while. And he’ll always write fanfiction--it’s just not going to be all pony anymore.”

“Hasn’t been for a while...” Pinkie rolled her eyes. “And he’s been getting kind of dramatic with what he has been doing, hasn’t he?”

“Hey now! Drama exists FOR A REEEEEEEEAAAASON!”

Pinkie giggled at the robe’s pose. “Oh I’m not saying it doesn’t! But, you know, element of Laughter here.”

“Yeah, how’s that treating you?”

“Oh, I’ve got no complaints about that part of my life.” Pinkie giggled. “Still love bringing smiles wherever I go.”

“And you’re preparing a party for all your friends.” Masterweaver nodded toward the folder. “So...”

“So yeah, it’s... that’s still fun. And a lot more’s going on then what’s being written about,” she added quickly. “Obviously, I mean. We have lives beyond...”

She trailed off.

“...You’ve always had a life beyond the fic. As much as you’ve performed for the sake of everyone, you still have your own life.”

“Are you telling me, or are you telling you?”

Masterweaver clapped his sleeves together. “I’m going to say that’s ambiguous because this story is incredibly meta, and no meta story is complete without a little ambiguity!”

“Is this even a story?” Pinkie asked. “I mean we’re just talking! Cryptically at that, with so much context we haven’t mentioned!”

“Huh, you’re right. I guess there should be an arc.” Masterweaver rubbed the base of his hood thoughtfully. “It feels like you were feeling neglected, so maybe I came in to say that even if your story is never finished the author will always treasure you and your existence will have an impact on him, so that reassures you and you go on with your life happy in the knowledge that it is your life but also that you made a positive impact?”

Pinkie gave him a flat look. “Well gee, if you’re going to spell it all out like that, how do I get a chance to work through my emotions?”

Masterweaver shrugged. “Yeah, going to be honest, this is one of those stories where I’m just working through the scene with no idea where it goes.”

“...I mean... that summary isn’t wrong, exactly,” Pinkie admitted. “It’s just a little abrupt.”

“Yeah.”

“...And now we’re staring at each other and wondering how to end this story.”

“Well, yeah.” Masterweaver shrugged. “Actually, you know what we need?”

“What?”

“A smash cut.”

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

“Hey everypony!”

“Nopony else is here yet, Pinkie. It’s just me.”

“Oh.” Pinkie shrugged. “Hey Erishy! Surprised you’re the first to get here.”

“It happens.” Erishy shrugged, watching Pinkie set out the snacks. “So what flavor are the cupcakes?”

“Heh. Flavor...” Pinkie shook her head. “All cupcakes share some ingredients, you know? But flavor, flavor is something unique, added during the baking. And everyone focuses on it. But a cupcake wouldn’t be a cupcake without the ingredients, and flavors can be blended, mixed. Sometimes, you have to remember: every flavor, every cupcake, is the result of a baker. And even if they don’t bake the same cupcakes anymore, they’re still baking cupcakes. And somebody will always, always eat the cupcakes.” She took a breath. “But every cupcake eaten is important, even the ones baked long ago.”

Erishy nodded gently. “I see. That... that’s actually very encouraging. I guess you’ve been thinking a lot recently, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Huh.”

“Also the cupcakes are all fruit-flavored, but different flavors of fruit. I was feeling experimental.”

That got a giggle from the pegasus. “Oh, of course. That makes total sense.”

[sometimesrosy]

Hey, hope you're well💓 So this entire debate about whether Clarke deserves the blame has got me conflicted. I do believe she owes an apology to Madi and Bellamy, but others? I mean, I'm unable to form an opinion and I don't want to form one out of bias. Others haven't really owned up to their shit (like Raven) but do you think they're right in blaming Clarke for all she did to protect her people? I understand she did try to kill them but it was triggered out of her need to protect Madi.

I have SUCH a problem with fandom’s idea of “deserving.” It actually offends me. They not only talk about how they “deserve” certain storylines or scenes or ships just for watching, but also about how their faves “deserve” to all sorts of advantages and rewards. And I just…

It just sounds like a whole lot of entitlement to me.

People deserve human rights. They deserve a chance to live their lives and pursue happiness. And food and shelter and clean air and water. 

Do people deserve to have their sins ignored? Do they deserve to be treated like a queen? Do QUEENS deserve to be treated like queens? 

When you enter into an agreement with someone, and you hold up your part of the bargain, you deserve to get the results that you agreed to. Like you deserve to be paid for your work. Or you deserve to have fidelity when you make a vow with your spouse.

What we have here with Clarke? Is called “a story.” 

Insisting that Clarke had better be rewarded for all she’s done is a story that FANDOM is telling. They think the story should be about rewarding Clarke? In what part of he 5 years this show has been on air is that what the story is about? To be honest, it’s about the reverse. She never deserved to be in jail for simply knowing about the ark dying. This how is about INJUSTICE. 

And it’s about how the characters REACT to not getting the basic human rights they DO deserve, in the unjust societies they live in.

Well. Look. Look at it this way. If you EXAMINE the things that you think the characters “Deserve” and are not getting, what you actually find is the CORE of their story. The JOURNEY that their character arc is about. Let’s examine some of the things people say their faves “deserve.” 

Clarke. The head. People say she deserves honor and isn’t getting it. Flaws: white princess mentality, ruthless, sneaky. Goals: Salvation. To be good..

Bellamy. The heart. People say he deserves to be loved and isn’t getting it. Flaws: rash, can be biased, Goals: a good life and redemption.

Octavia. The soul. People say she deserves happiness and isn’t getting it. Flaws: black and white thinking, selfishness, fantasy based, cruel. Goals: Justice. Unity.

Raven. The body. People says she deserves no pain and isn’t getting it. Flaws: egotistic, mean, judgmental. Goals: To fix things. To be loved.

Murphy. still not sure his symbolism. The shadow? The id? Maybe the pscyhe? People say he deserves to belong and isn’t getting it. Goals: Freedom. To belong.

OH WELL SHIT. They each have two contrasting goals. And when they manage one, they lose the other. 

Clarke: Saves her people and becomes The Bad Guy. Loses her entire belief that there IS good, actually. 

Bellamy: He either lives a good life and loses his soul or focuses on redemption and salvation and disappears as a person, sacrificing his own happiness for everyone else. 

Octavia: She either seeks justice and is forever on the outside or unifies everyone and becomes a monster. 

Raven: Fixing things is purely pragmatic and sometimes it means she has to attack those she loves. Her criticism of Clarke may be based on “fixing” her. Her love for Finn had her almost destroying everyone, willing to break everything for his survival. She had love of family on the ring but couldn’t fix things. 

Murphy: he doesn’t conform to social rules when they don’t feel right and so is forever on the outside, despite his NEED to belong. He has been constantly rejected. Now he courts it with his nonconformity. 

Listen. This is just off the top of my head. But the problem I have with people saying Clarke “deserves” forgiveness is manifold. 

First, no one “deserves” to hurt people and be forgiven just because they’re “the good guy,” and that’s part of this story. Clarke hurt people and betrayed them, and in order to be forgiven she needs to take steps to be different. (which is actually Raven’s point in the trailer and correct.) 

Second, just because Raven is mad at her for valid reasons doesn’t mean she’s not getting forgiveness. And I think it’s IMPORTANT that Raven and Clarke get that out, because Raven’s been holding onto that A LONG time, and it’s part of their relationship and RELEVANT to the story.  

Third. Y’all don’t want the story to play out! You just want your fave to get rewarded. That’s a TERRIBLE simplistic story and NOT THAT INTERESTING. Ugh, it’s one of the reasons I hate anti/stan mentality. You don’t care about story at ALL. All you want is fanfic and wish fulfillment and fluff. While that’s fun in fanfic it is NOT enough to sustain a good narrative. 

Fourth, you are doing an injustice to Clarke saying she gets to be ruthless all the time and continually hurt people because she also sacrifices herself and causes pain while doing it. Like the whole point of Clarke’s character development is that she has to face the pain her idealistic ideas of good and evil cause? There are always repercussions and the people she thinks are bad are not always. And she has become an Ends Justify The Mean kind of gal, which means she can be evil in order to get the result she wants. Which means… her status as good guy is actually in question. What will you do Clarke to save your people? Who will you sacrifice? She has to face this!!! The only way she can be the good guy is to own up to her evil, the pain she causes, and how she’s hurt the people she loves. YES we know it hurts her. Crying about destroying other people DOES NOT EXCUSE THAT YOU DESTROYED OTHER PEOPLE. It does not. I don’t care how sad Clarke is about it. You’re still doing it. Bellamy was sad about what he did and he changed his behavior. THIS is redemption. CLARKE was sad about it, and took on that evil, “I bear it so they don’t have to,” AND THEN KEPT SACRIFICING PEOPLE. When Lxa looked out at her land with tears in her big eyes after destroying her own people, fans wanted to forgive her everything because she was weepy. But then she turned around and did it again and shrugged it off as what she had to do for her people. THIS IS ACTUALLY WRONG AND EVIL. Being sad about being evil doesn’t make you less evil. It kinda makes you a bitch. You KNOW you’re doing something wrong and you ignore it. CLARKE CANNOT DO THAT ANYMORE AND SHE HAS TO CONFRONT THIS TENDENCY IN HERSELF. And she needs her friends to hold a mirror up to her in this. Or maybe she needs doppelgangers and shadow selves and avatars to hold the mirror up to herself.

Look, here’s the thing. I do not like this idea of people getting angry because Clarke “deserves” forgiveness or everyone to ignore what she did because she’s “the hero.” Y’all are erasing every aspect of the story so that you can turn Clarke’s character into a cinnamon roll, and that very interpretation reduces Clarke and her character journey, Raven, Bellamy, their struggles and the whole narrative down to a shallow, biased, one-pov, flat caricature. 

It’s such a bad interpretation. It’s so one note. I hate it. It actually makes me mad. As long as people get ANGRY at the story for being complex and multilayered and dark and psychological, instead of being empty and reductionist, they just refuse to look at the actual story and the actual character in favor of their cupcake stan. 

[nightcoremoon]

wow the chronicles of narnia the lion the witch and the wardrobe is written about as "well" as most children's literature is because it literally is children's literature. I have literally read a crossover between Harry Potter, Invader Zim, and Tales Of Symphonia by a thirteen year old and it was fucking incredible. I have literally read a crossover between Jak & Daxter, Spyro, Sly Cooper, Crash Bandicoot, and Ratchet & Clank by a thirteen year old and it was also fucking incredible. I have literally read a three part 600K words modern day high school UK AU of Avatar The Last Airbender where Zuko and Katara were obsessed with Stephen King's The Dark Tower series and bands like Paramore and Papa Roach and it was probably the best thing I've literally ever read in my entire life. And the author was only fourteen.

dear fledgling writers who feel sad that their works "aren't as good" as "real" authors like cs lewis and jrr tolkien and ursula k le guin and jk rowling and chris paolini and rick riordan and james patterson and ray bradbury and john green and kurt vonnegut and stephen king and suzanne collins and douglas adams and lemony snicket and se hinton and veronica roth and fuck it I'll even add stephenie meyer to the list:

I can guaranfuckingtee you that if you actually read some of their works you'll see that the only differences between you and them is that they finished writing their books.

the lion the witch and the wardrobe has way too fast of a pace and too much expositional infodumping and too much "x said y then x said y then x said y". tolkien had way too much worldbuilding and lore and linguistics getting in the way of the stories. harry potter is not that great from a mechanical standpoint even if I'm completely disregarding jk's mass quantity of social fuckups. eragon is just okay (although eldest and brisingr got exponentially better but if you think about it that's because he kept on writing). the lightning thief is just okay (and again the series got exponentially better as rick kept writing). patterson is just not that good of a writer (like dean koontz and nora roberts). most of bradbury's writings sucked because they were just propaganda pieces for his own personal beliefs but he literally wrote an entire book every single day for years and when you have that much practice it's literally impossible to actually write anything bad, just mediocre at best. stephen king had a dozen amazing books but for each amazing one there were three or four "meh" ones. the hunger games was a bit clunky & rough at the beginning of the trilogy. douglas adams focused more on humor than on substance and luckily he's actually hilarious. a series of unfortunate events prided itself on coasting on plot contrivances and people being dumbasses to an unrealistically absurd degree and never explaining a single goddamn thing to the audience and never actually having an ending [and even when he did write an actual ending where everyone died it still made no fucking sense because why in the unholy fuck did beatrice become romantic with her uncle lemony? unless it really was actually the fucking baudelaire's mom he was pining for even though that timeline makes no fucking sense because when they were in the vfd they literally weren't even living in the same state AUGH] and so full of plot holes but that was ~part of the charm~. the outsiders was just a straight (haha pun) fucking mess. divergent is famously known for being way overrated and lacking in actual substance. twilight was too slow and dry and fucking MORMON to be at all enjoyable until new moon and even then it was a pile of abusive and ableist and self righteous garbage with a few good subplots, and so on.

now, each of those authors are talented and have written good books, and I won't speak ill of their talents, and am in fact a huge fan of at least half of them, and I at least respect the rest because they work their asses off to make content for their hungry fans. but it just goes to show that books don't have to be perfect. they don't have to be polished and meticulously well crafted and comb a thesaurus and follow every single grammatical construct to the letter and juggle tropes perfectly and stand for important messages and otherwise be anything other than stories to share with people.

and of course there's lots of shitty fanfiction. I've read a lot of shitty fanfiction. I mean shit I've WRITTEN a lot of shitty fanfiction. and I mean irredeemably unsalvageable to the point that I literally don't even wanna know that they exist. I've read things that were so godawful I literally gave up halfway through, purged from my memory, found again, and was punched in the face from the suppressed memories of just how painful it was to read. and I can say the same exact thing about some original fiction I won't mention by name because that would be mean. what I mean by the first paragraph is that those are the epitome of cringe culture in young teens writing, and yet in spite of that were all still masterpieces in their own right.

being a good writer isn't about whether it's original or fanfic. it isn't about whether you're as good as the multimillionaires. it's about saying fuck it and writing regardless of whether other people will like it because those stories belong to you. and you'll never know if the world will love it or if you'll be the next charles dickens or jane austen unless you tell that voice in your head "fuck you, I AM good enough!", put the hypothetical finger to the metaphorical typewriter keys, and WRITE YOUR BOOK.

now of course, your first book will be a mess. but that's called drafting. analyze what's wrong, fix what you can, change what you can't, add more or take some away to fix the pacing, GET A SECOND PERSON TO BE AN EDITOR, but most importantly of all, NEVER GIVE UP. giving up is a 100% chance of never being an author, but trying? it's at least 1%. so if you write a hundred books then statistically at least one of them will be awesome.

just don't compare yourself to other writers. instead, draw inspiration from them.

you miss all the shots you don't take. so don't let the fear of missing keep you from aiming at the target.

and remember:

every master author started off as a beginner.

just like you.

and look, as long as you're better than my immortal and phanslash's hat fic and the my little pony cupcakes creepypasta, then you're fucking golden.

every meh story you write is one step closer to your anna karenina, your war & peace, your moby dick, your pride & prejudice, your jane eyre, your great gatsby, your to kill a mocking bird, your beowulf, your tale of gilgamesh and enkidu, your odyssey, your don motherfucking quixote.

you might not write the greatest book in the world but if that's your goal, your passion is in the wrong place. but if you wanna write that novel so you can say "hey world, I wrote a fucking book, and I'm proud of it. what did you do?" then don't let insecurity drag you under. don't worry about inferiority. just write.