#i dont have the patience to write a book so here you have my idea

[dragon-queen21]

im sorry i wanted to submit this earlier, but i really wanted to at least do it on halloween since, well, its my birthday! listen man i get to brag and talk about this once a year, its my favorite holiday!!!!

but in honor of halloween, hereesss hmmm what do we have here? how about regressor sanji with the crew on halloween!!!

- luffy would LOVE halloween he woukd love the idea of dressing up and getting candy? dude are you serious i can smell luffy from a mile away, he would get the crew to dress up, especially if sanji (or anyone else) is small, its mandatory you see.

-OMG SMALL SANJI WEARING A SHEET WITH HOLES IN IT AND SAYING HES A GHOST

[ “m a ghost! ‘ook! ‘ook! m a ghost!”

“youre a ghost? ooh! so scary!” ]

- baby sanji loves brook during halloween, hes literally a skeleton! so spooky, brook knows this. i dont think he’d find it offensive or anything, i think hed be more happy someone finds joy in his new form during the season

- so. much. candy. sanji really doesnt have much of a sweet tooth, but when hes little, paired with halloween and luffy, usopp, and chopper in your ear about candy, sanji ends up eating so much of it that nami/robin end up having to deal with a very much sugar crashed sanji.

- zoro ends up scaring sanji somehow because he thinks its gonna be funny, but he ends up making their baby cry (he ends up bribing sanji with candy to stop crying before nami or robin comes) (it works)

- unrelated but i like the idea of franky being giving a halloween costume by nami or something and it ends uo being like a bunny. THATS SO FUNNY a huge robot man dressing up as a fluffy bunny makes me actually giggle

- sanji would love to carve pumpkins and then help someone make pumpkin pie with the remains or something. idk how to make pumpkin pie filling but i imagine its with pumpkin

- robin would tell great scary stories, but just age appropriate enough to where she doesnt make sanji cry ☹️

^ usopp too!! hed be much more of an animated storyteller then robin, doing crafts with usopp:) oh my goodness!!!

OKAYIN DONE BECAUSE IN DO TIRED AND I NEED TO POST FOR BIRTHDAY STUDFS EEEEEEK

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Oh my gosh! Happy happy birthday!!!!! Sendings you so many treats! Birthday and spooky ones!

~Brook would dress like a pirate, mostly because he would want to get a plastic skeleton bird and put it on his shoulder

~Luffy would also eat way to much candy while out trick or treating, and even if he’s stopped they get back to the ship and he eats it all there

~Also Sanji is literally me. I was handing out candy and just munching on chocolates the while time. Being half regressed means baby brain does not understand self control when there is just a pile of sweets in front of you. Kind of sugar crashed now as I am writing this bleh…

~Zoro with fake blood or with one of those headband pieces that looks like an axe or and arrow went theough his head, and Sanji just sobs, until Zoro takes off the headband and in a rush explains that it’s all fake

“Zoro mean.”

“Shi- I mean umm, look you want my candy? If you stop crying you can have as much as you want”

(Starts now crying because he eats too much and has a belly ache)

~I can imagine it makes Robin laugh which is enough to sell Franky on the idea when before he only put it on to be polite

~I believe it’s using the white part of the rind, the flesh I believe it’s called. Cooking it first like how you might do with an acorn squash. Then you boil it to cook it down more and then add umm…. I forgot what you add next umm something that I can’t remember umm… ✨magic ✨ yup mhm that was it :3

It is a very tedious process that my mom has done when I was super young exactly one time. Robin might have the patience to set it up and then have the little help her make the pie crust and pour into the pan.

~See Robin is more of a child’s story book reader (Sanji would love the book Ten Timid Ghosts) and Usopp is a ‘come up with a ghost story on the fly’

Bye friend! Hope you had an amazing birthday!!!! I am going to go watch spooky cartoons now and eat more candy >:3

[demvalhaken]

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!! Just some super cool arts

If I EVER had the patience to write and draw the Catecis comic, it’d look like this

This is just a grasshopper sailor out on the Waspian port

I was thinking about naming him Sir. Irian like the Iris flower. The thing is I have to differentiate him from Iris, a male monarch Butterfly across the entire world. Or Sir. Astroway as his last name is Astroway due to his sailor family using stars as a way to travel.

About my long break: Look guys, I haven’t been doing well mentally. I am in a depressive state, I am sleep deprived, I am done with life. To draw so much and pour your time and skill into an artwork only for a few likes can be frustrating. I don’t post my art for fame or love, I do it to share my ocs and ideas, I don’t want the masses to flock, I just want recognition for my work. I didn’t really mean to take a break, I get distracted very easily and forget to post. I wish I could post more but art takes time, I have to develop ideas and passion due to my constant art block and burnout. The only good thing in my life is just being alive. There is a large scar on my neck because I gave myself a friction burn with my lanyard at school due to anxiety :( I have mental problems, whatever I have, it isn’t good and will probably slowly deteriorate me to a depressive glob of my former self, but I will never get diagnosed. My family is constantly angry at me for no reason, I get that my clean obsessed behaviour can get annoying especially when I panic and get water everywhere, but I hate to be yelled at for something that I cannot control or fix. They say I am overreacting and will got over it, but I’ve tried, there is no fixing this. That’s why I’ll probably never ever get a diagnosis or therapy session. I lied, I am actually not as okay as I say I am. If I ever don’t post for a period time, please know that it’s either from lack of art or mental issues. I am sorry for not posting in awhile as my usual breaks take a time of 3 days or 2. I am deeply sorry.

Bevel, Snow, and Berry.

I drew these in my math book, very classic place to doodle, I know. There’s not a lot of doodles in my book though, I am usually trying to do equations and get an 100 on my test

I finally got a haircut, though my hair is now a short messy thing, I feel quite confident even if I don’t fully look masculine. My arm hair should be quite an indicator and the trans pin inside my backpack, haha! That pin was made by a friend of mine, don’t worry he’s very fruity and slay. Idk if it’s just my senses but my hairdresser was definitely an ally, he slayed, my hair is hairing. Also I have giant eyebags and a cowlick, like I literally have Dem’s cowlick.

Here’s some more little oc ideas. Eclipse is my first transfem oc, I know I know I’m slaying. She’s has a twin sister, Luna! Yes, Eclipse and Luna are Hornet twins, from the same egg btw. I still don’t know how it works, I’m too tired to research though. Arctic and Viper are a married couple, I like to think Arctic is just a lesbian and her/his wife is a crazy queen with schizophrenia who totally didn’t kill her family. They’re both from Bloodlust’s time period, though a little older.

I don’t want to talk about it… This is really gross but because Snow’s family wanted to keep the bloodline “pure” she’s SHORT and albino but like literally no one else in her family is albino… poor Snow… GUYS DONT MARRY YOUR SIBLINGS AND COUSINS… Bevel transmasc headcannon, I’m not making it cannon yet because Bevel is a lesbian.

Layze, Funkyfrogbait, and Bevel with one tooth

@purpledemonss asked for this minus Bevel, that was my idea

OKAY I LOVE YOU GUYS SM, EAT THIS UP, STAY A MENACE TO SOCIETY JUST DONT EAT LEATHER UNLESS YOU ARE DEATHLY STARVED

[khaleesiofalicante]

I already love both ofri and Right where you left me so much!!!!!

I love reading things from Alecs pov again🥰 And i just started med school so its awesome to go home and relax reading an ofri chapter two times a week hehe💕(Also during one of our lectures i was wondering if there is a universe where Alec or Magnus works in healthcare, and then the first sentence of the next ofri chapter was "In another life, Alec probably would’ve become a doctor" and i was like ok then🙌)

Sorry if you already answered this but when do you plan to update the next two chapters of right where you left me?

It might be short but it has such an interesting concept and it got me hooked immediately

I love the fact that here Max also has a french background and he is adopted not as a baby but as a bigger child and he actually had to get used to living with his new family, i dont remember if you did that in any other fic

Also i cant wait to see how he meets David again🫣

Thank you 💙

I had an idea for a malec doctor au a while back, but it didn't work out. It's one of those fics that requires a lot of research, and I ain't got the patience, fam. Like constantly researching while I write interfers with my flow so I couldn't do it.

As for Right Where You Left Me, I'm not sure about the update dates. I have no outline for that fic or a writing schedule. I just write it when I get into the *mood*, so I don't have an answer for that, sorry. Probably in a week or so? I have to catch up with some OFRI chapters, so definitely after that.

The next RWYLM chapter is the angsty one, so I need to be in the right headspace to right it hehe.

The story is definitely a very interesting concept, which is why I felt the need to write it - even though it was not part of the plan! And no, I've never written a fic where Max was adopted as an older child.

Also, in the books, we don't actually know Max's race or nationality. He is adopted from the Academy, which is actually in Idris, close to France and Switzerland so....

And yeah their next meeting is my fave scene because it's very painful 😌

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

richard goranski for the character ask

Favorite thing about them

Little Shit characters are fun to inflict on the other characters. Is this a Little Shit Duo that plays off of each other? (Jake/Jenna) Is this someone that has no patience for The Little Shit and sees red every time they're together? (Chloe) Do they just kinda Enable the Little Shit Behavior by not actively acknowledging or discouraging it? (Christine/Brooke) Does this character just kinda tolerate the Little Shitness until they reach a breaking point like "aight ima throw hands heY GET BACK HERE" (Michael/Jeremy)

Least favorite thing about them

The Little Shitness can get a bit one-note (which is more fanon's fault than anything else) but its like.. it's hard to Get Into The Meat Of The Character when writing for them when like, By Design the character doesn't Want you to know more about them. They'll just deny and deflect and hide everything with humor (I have the same problem with Jared, and I say *problem* to mean *challenge to write convincingly* not like,, this detracts from the character)

Favorite line

Basically the entire last verse of The Squip Song. I just think it's neat. And something about the "fuckin dads right?" when his and jer's squips link

BROTP

Rich and Jeremy. They've got their shared squip experience which sells that dynamic a lot. Plus I love the idea of them becoming frenemies, like Rich still has some Asshole Conditioning in his head from the squip but instead of being scared of him, Jeremy is just Over It. Like instead of cowering away like Pre-MTS Reprise he'll just throw a comeback or bizarre threat his way (ie "Richard I will pour cement in your ears.") because at this point Rich is just a harmless puppy to him instead of the snarling pit bull he once thought him to be.

OTP

RichJake ofc. I really do wanna do more with them but my brain is just So Full of Other Stuff

NOTP

I'm pretty selective about ships but I'm not like, vehemently against anything (You do you ya know?) so long as it's age-appropriate and, ya know, not a squip x kid ship. (Never mind the pseudo-age gap, why ship someone with their abuser?? Or their friend's abuser?? I dont wanna derail this post so im just gonna move on)

Random headcanon

Drummer Rich drummer rich drummer rich drummer rich drummer rich drummer rich, I saw it in a vision and I know it to be true

Unpopular opinion

(Im getting a little more meta with this but) I think writing in his lisp is fun. Like in comic books that's how you know a character has a Russian accent, because it's written in such a way that you Have To Read It With An Accent. I get that it can be difficult to look at (and I don't fault anyone for that) but idk I like the immersion.

Song I associate with them

I'm cheating a little because this song kind of goes with all the kids in which Popularity Destroyed Them (Rich, Chloe, Jenna, Jeremy, kiiinda jake to an extent but mostly the others) but Teen Idle by MARINA is a VIBE

Favorite picture of them

GODS where's that one Two River pic in the hospital where Rich is just staring at Michael and Jeremy from his hospital bed, like Michael's getting all excited about how all the squips were connected when they deactivated and Rich has this lost Doped Up On Painkillers look??? I may have to reblog this if I find it later. If someone else finds it first feel free to add it here <3

[localvoidcat]

also holy shit there's a lot of stuff for your ml au FVGBHNJ (i tried maybe getting info abt it but omg there's so many posts and i dont feel like going through all of them /lh i just do not have patience). is there a post that sums up the au? bc i think someone has asked abt that before and i have no idea where that post would be FVGBHNJ /nf though bc i probably sound annoying -coward anon

i’ve been needing to write down my rewrite of the plot, so i’ll put it here!

this au starts the same as vol 1. mark gets the call, he goes to cesar’s house, he gets followed by the alternate, and he’s trapped in his room for three days.

however, he runs out of bullets while firing at the alternate, just before he’s able to take the last shot, and ends up taking the only other alternative: jumping out of his bedroom window. he breaks his leg from the impact (he did not think it through fully and just kind of. flung himself out), but he manages to get away from the house. he does go back in to get his cat, but then he books it out of the house and drives away.

the alternate, of course, hasn’t left his side. not wanting it to harm anyone around him, he decides to not involve anyone in it, so he basically ends up. kind of faking his death between the state of his bedroom and the refusal to go back to mandela. his family doesn’t really try to find him when he goes missing.

meanwhile, cesar survived his suicide attempt. the cameras in his house ended up broken, however, and between his mom being killed with what seems to be the same weapon he used, and mark’s disappearance, he’s listed as a suspect instead of the alternate. with his best friend and his mom supposedly dead, and the cops after him, he has no choice but to flee mandela county as well. things are not fun for this man

cut to seventeen years later. mark’s been living in bythorne, albeit under a different last name. alt cesar is still tormenting him, but he’s gotten used to it. everything’s going decent for him, until one day when he’s walking home from work and he ends up getting hit by a van.

the bps van, which is being driven by adam and jonah. after a quick discussion over whether or not they should try to hide the body, they realize he’s alive and decide to bring him back to their place and convince him not to sue them. or arrest them. or any number of things that usually happens when you hit someone with a car.

mark wakes up in the bps headquarters (which is just. a shabby apartment the three of them share) and hears people talking. these people end up being adam, jonah, and sarah, who mark hasn’t seen since she was 3. obviously she doesn’t recognize him at first considering how different he looks and that she was 3 at the time, but she eventually does. heathcliff siblings end up being reunited, but there’s still the issue of. well. adam hitting mark with a van.

his solution is, of course, letting mark join bps and get some of the money from their next job. begrudgingly, mark says yes.

the next job is the one from vol 2, which means that they have to go to mandela county. upon seeing cesar’s house, mark freaks out, but he still goes inside anyway.

cue to the argument between adam and jonah. just as adam’s about to go in the basement, mark stops him and makes him wait while mark explores the basement instead. adam’s pissed about this but he listens to mark (considering he’s like. a decade older than him) and goes back to the car with jonah.

once in the basement, mark is confronted by six, who reminds mark of his encounters with him during his childhood, as well as all of the alternate stuff in general. in a moment of panic, he shoots the tv and tries to get the hell out of the house.

all adam and jonah hear, however, is a gunshot. adam assumes mark killed himself and drives off, leading to another fight between adam and jonah, who doesn’t think they should have left him behind. they end up getting out of the car and physically fighting in the snow, before they finally decide to stop and go get mark. they’re both visibly messed up after this fight i think they do this every week. mandatory beat the shit out of each other day you know how it is

meanwhile, with mark, he tries to chase after the car, but struggles due to the fact that it’s a vehicle going at max speed, and his leg is still bad due to never getting it checked out when it was first harmed. it’s here that he’s confronted by an alternate, that takes his appearance and runs off.

when adam and jonah find “mark”, they chalk up his odd behavior and silence to just an alternate encounter, and go back to bythorne. actual mark is left having to walk all the way back until he can find a car.

when the three get back to bps, sarah can tell there’s something going on with mark, but adam and jonah tell her he’s definitely fine. it goes well for alt mark up until someone shows up at the door a day later.

it’s actual mark. upon seeing it, mark fires at alt mark with his gun. it’s made clear that one’s an alternate when it barely flinches at the bullet, and the four of them escape from the alternate, who’s started chasing them. they manage to get away for a little bit, just enough for mark to yell at adam for driving off without him, before alt mark shows back up again.

this time, it manages to inflict jonah with mad before running off. so now we’ve got mark, who now has at least two alternates on his trail, sarah, who’s only had her brother for about a week now, adam, who’s going to find out he’s an alternate very soon, and jonah, who’s now dealing with mad at the hands of alt mark.

in the meantime, vol 4 is playing out the same way it does in canon, with thatcher, dave, and evelin. evelin goes through the tapes, she gets fired, dave takes up the job at the church, all that stuff.

however, when dave encounters alt gabriel, it decides not to kill him, finding it better to force him to watch the downfall brought on by his own unknowing hand.

only problem is that humans aren’t really capable of looking at angels, even false ones, with the naked eye, and dave’s eyes end up melting out of his skull, as well as his mad getting much much worse. when thatcher finds him on church grounds, he’s understandably a mess, apologizing for something thatcher doesn’t understand and saying something about. impending doom. as one does. thatcher takes dave back to his place to try and help him, unaware of the fact that alt gabriel’s plan has already been set into motion.

because vol 4 ended on a cliffhanger, i don’t have too much of the plot after this point. all i can tell you is that mark finds out adam’s an alternate and does not take it well, jonah ends up living through his mad, alt mark makes sure to come back, bps interacts with thatcher and dave (mark punches thatcher at one point it’s really funny) and overall. shit’s fucked.

[possumteeths]

2022 Writing Wrap Up

Tagged by: @screwyouflightlieutenant (thanks for thinking of me! 💖)

Total words published: 308,920 (christ???)

Additional words written:

Im gonna ballpark and say maybe 150 k other words with additional projects that arent fanfic lol (as well as fanfic wip)

Grand Total of Words: 458k ish?

Fandoms:

Various horror movies, Dragon age, Fallout, Mass effect, RDR, the boys

Highest Everything (raw kudos, hits, comments):

Unsurprisingly, its my the Boy chaptered fic Love Me Cancerously, This blew tf up and I really didn't expect it to. It is SO cool that other people like this not great movie and are so down for this rollercoaster i've been writing.

Highest Kudos to Hits Ratio:

It's still my Brahms fic, and the runner up is ANOTHER Brahms fic but that one's a oneshot.

New Things I Tried:

x readers! I never really liked reading or writing x readers ever until recently. I really like second person as a device and I just refuse to acknowledge things that use like blanks or the Y/N device lol. Realizing this totally changed the way I like to write. I think second person is excellent for storytelling. Leaving the reader insert extremely vague and writing from the perspective of the character is SO fun.

Fic I Spent The Most Time On:

Love Me Cancerously AGAIN lol. Usually I just kinda write things in one go, but for this fic I put it through multiple stages of editing.

Favorite Thing I Wrote:

This completely nonsensical fallout raider gangbang. I rarely enjoy reading or writing OC x OC works, but I really unlocked something in my brain with this fic. I am so in love with the characters, they still live in my head. I wanted it to be SILLY DUMB and it was just so much fun to write. This is the most "me" I think of anything I've ever written, and I fully just went balls to the wall ridiculously porny and it was so much fun.

Favorite Thing I Read:

dude ANYTHING by my buddy @ventiswampwater (here's her ao3) every single one of her fics make me INSANE. We have such similar ideas of characterization for this DUMB movie that for some reason we're obsessed with. I love cerebral poetic weirdo porn I just consume everything she's done over and over again. Seriously some of the best x readers i've ever come across.

@some27-url 's Deacon X SS series, I cant get ENOUGH of this fucked up dynamic. I gush on and on about this and I dont want to be annoying but I cannot shut up about how much I love this series

OH! This Yautja harem x OC work I found, literally I've never had the patience for LONG LONG fics before but I honestly wish there was MORE of this. I loved!! the characters and everyone involved, the story was so smutty and good. You dont need to know shit about predator lore this fic may as well be its own story. This fanfic is better than any smutty xenophilia/monsterfuckery romance book that i've ever read.

@brimbrimbrimbrim 's Vigilante x reader fic was so much fun, characterized SO well. It was silly fun and I loved it hahaha like I love this author but this fic really stuck out to me hahaha.

Writing goals for 2023:

I'd like to just bite the bullet and submit to publications as well as random magazine challenges or whatever else. I often debate whether I should or shouldnt for so long that I then miss the deadline for the actual challenge lmao! I submitted to a few horror magazines as well as some poems to indie publications asking for submissions this year but I'd like to just submit as much as I possibly can because fuck it y'know. This year, I got ONE poem selected to be in a book and then it was actually removed from the eventual publication coming out in 2023 so like... lmao?

New Works:

I've actually been editing my short story horror anthology off and on, cleaning it up and formatting it and all the boring shit. I'm looking to trad pub or at least submit certain stories to challenges. I'm also hoping to saddle up and adapt my raider gangbang fanfic into a more developed story that I'll eventually KDP publish. As for fanfics, I've got SO many fkn horror baddies x readers in the works rn, and like 21u314398240 90% done fanfics that I just need to edit and publish to ao3 lol.

tagging: @some27-url @gaeadene (girl I gotta know how many words u uploaded this year LOL) @ventiswampwater @korblez @wolfbirbisme @flaggermuser @butterbabyflapjack

Happy new year yall! Lets go full nuts and write WHATEVER ur silly lil heart desires. I declare this year the year of balls to the wall FUCK IT on ao3 lmfao

[m1d-45]

ALL OF UR "DERAILS" ARE COMPLETE GOLD IN MY EYES, I LOVE UR THOUGHTS AN IDEAS ABOUT THIS AU DONT EVER APOLOGIZE KING

and omg what u wrote about the corrupted!archons with their limited control and how they hold themself back how their mind and body are disconnected and how they want more of your light but the opacity is down and it feels like their wandering complete darkness with only alternate!creator

I also read this as the alternate creater is reader alternative btw

who do u think in this scenario would help the reader out, if where imagining this as an imposter reader scenario. I like to think that the wanderer or tighnari or maybe Lisa bc id feel like she'd read her books to figure out what's wrong with alternate!creator or why she feels like somethings off (thinking about that maybe alhaitham & cyno too)

speaking about this au, WHAT ABOUT THE TRAVELER AND PAIMON? I mean their the prime vessel so would they be fooled too? or would they help us? is this like a completely worse case scenario with no way out or is their any hope of saving teyvat and it's people?

- 🍄 (I'm sorry if I'm sending too much asks btw, also @ teddy anon sorry for taking ur prompt and running with it, I hope u get back here and talk more with us. also midas your ideas/writings are literally liquid gold their so good pls don't ever apologize for taking inspiration and thinking, I love everything you have brought into this conversation)

1) never apologize for sending asks this is the most fun i’ve had all week 2) rip teddy anon hope you enjoy how we’ve taken it 3) i will always apologize for thinking, it’s kinda my brand /hj

anyway:

i think that, as i said at… some point- that it depends on the fundamentals of the persons faith, at least in this au.

people like cyno, alhaitham, rosaria, candace….. maybe collei but definitely tighnari (don’t ask why there’s so many sumeru characters) are all people i can see praising and praying for the actions of their god. people who pray for the results and not the process, and people i think would be freest of the corruption and most likely to help the reader.

on the flip side, barbara, jean, nahida, and notably keqing would be lore susceptible. they pray for more direct things? almost? idk how to describe it but like- they’re more “please grant us wisdom” or “allow us the strength” or anything that directly relies on the alternate!god, and hence opening their heart to the alternates.

like i… i can’t put it into words quite well, but like- ningguang is one who prays for profits, ganyu is the one who prays for divine guidance, you know? and hence ganyu would fall quicker.

it’s obviously a spectrum, but those closer to the first groups side are more likely to break through and help the reader.

i think…. not solely for plot reasons, but definitely influenced enough by them that i’m mentioning it… kaeya falls solidly in the second group, whilst diluc is firmly in the first.

diluc is the one that prays for a good harvest, for high sales, for the patience to deal with the damned hard in his tavern. kaeya prays for strategic wisdom, for their guidance, for answers when he’s lost and confused and the acting grand master isn’t behaving like she should.

..hopefully that made at least some sense. i’m kinda just wingin it here.

re: the traveller…. i honestly think they’d be treated the same as the archons. if the archons are corrupted, they will be too if the archons are replaced, they will be too. due to the traveller’s relationship with both the archons and the creator, i think the alternate!creator’s hand is a bit forced there. same can be extended to paimon BUT you could have paimon escape since she can pop into a different dimension. and/or they can both live in the teapot as like. vigilantes. idk.

i think that if this were to be written (100% by somebody more knowledgeable about the catalogue than i am) then a pov from one of the archons would be incredibly necessary. either to showcase the sheer power the alternates hold, that they have replaced literal gods, or to shed light on why the archons act as they do, and maybe influence the reader(meta reader, not character reader) and their opinion on them. seeing a blank slate suddenly become full of life at the sight of their savior…. or the archons trapped in some cell, chained down and miserable, lamenting over their mistakes. how foolish they were to trust the one with eyes colder than iron and a grip nearly as strong. how foolish to pray when their soul cried to stop. how foolish, how foolish, how foolish.

and as they sit, maybe one of them begins to pray, unwillingly feeding into the beast that trapped them there.

“o holy creator, maker of light and extinguisher of darkness, the foundation of the earth… please, deliver us from this evil.”

the false god smiles.

WAIT WAIT WAIT ME FROM THE FUTURE HERE:

ADAM DIDNT KNOW HE WAS AN ALTERNATE.

WHAT IF THE FALSE GOD DOESNT KNOW EITHER?

[nialltlynch]

dec '22 -> jan '23 reading and writing check in

reading

the atlas paradox - olivie blake (3/5 - a veritable capri sun pouch: loads of fun!! packed with flavor!! but quenched my thirst about as well as one measly pouch of fruit punch on a sweltering day.)

sundial - catriona ward (4/5 - read this whole thing in one afternoon. ENTRANCED, i tell you.)

soft science - franny choi (4/5 - super yummy)

limbo, and other places i have lived - lily tuck (2.5/5 - started out kind of interesting and for sure i was compelled throughout it's just. i never cared about any of the characters. and maybe that was the point? idk. well constructed just not to my tastes.)

sisters - daisy johnson (3/5 - i usually don't mind when characters are annoying but OOOHHH BOY both girls were trying my patience. i get it i get it thats the point and i mean yeah i did LOVE the messiness but ugh. i dont feel the theme/point was well served but meh. that's just me.)

heads in beds - jacob tomsky (3.5/5 - i love hotels even though ive had an inkling (and now PROOF) that they dont love me)

writing

liddol declan fic !! i have so many thoughts about canon declan and niall....... so many thoughts........

and i have almost 18k words of this second?third? draft. it's gonna happen !!

upcoming

im reading a book about operas right now. very neat! unfortunately im in a reading slump. need to soak my brain in something else for a minute i reckon. my goal this year is again two books a month!! so far we're on schedule ((:

as for writing, once i finish this thing.... well who knows. im in the middle of migrating my fic wips to a whole new thing since zoho decided to be Unfree /: i have a lot of unfinished ideas that are certainly compelling i just don't know what to do with them. is posting unfinished works acceptable? maybe just on tumblr yknow informally? or maybe ill finish them. i dont know.

i also have it in my head that i would like to be published so im trying to shift to writing more of my original short stories (as opposed to long works because honestly i dont know that i have a novel in me.) i need to find one of those crit groups so i can figure out how to Actually Write.

anyways! here is to a wonderful new year! cant wait to see what i do!

[prettybubblesintheair]

I’m absolutely obsessed with this story SOOOOO UTTERLY OBSESSED AND IN LOVE it’s not even funny.

It’s such a roller coaster of a ride, I’m LOVING the plot soooo much. You said that English is not your first language it’s also not mine hahaha mine is Spanish BUT OHMYFGOSH ALL MIGHTY this feels like a book, I have noooo words, this is SOOOOOOO GOOD, the plot is FANTASTIC, I have said this before but like reading it (her room, her clothes, the palace, all the places, room etc) I can see them sooooo clearly in my head, and this is not easy to make, at least for me sometimes with Feyd stories I struggle to like see the picture hahaha but OMG it’s sooooooo THERE for this one.

I just I love everything, really really love everything, the plot is sooooooo amazing, I seriously have no idea what’s going to happen next, seeing all her struggles, her interactions with people around the reader just WOW.

I LOVE ASTRA AND CARA SOOO MUCH, please FEYD dont k*ll them please please pretty please.

I love that his darlings are in the story hahaha and that we get to see them spending time together, even though I’m jealous hahahaha but I still like the little demons, I can just picture them giggling

Now Feyd MY PSYCHOTIC WARRIOR LOVER I love you and I just now he’s going to grow so much as a character and I can’t wait for it. I just love him sooooooo much. He just needs love and hugs and patience hahahaha.

The baron he scares the sh*t out of me, in the movies he terrifies me sooo much, in here is the same way, the reader was so brave talking to him like nothing at the arena, for real. He’s so creepy and horrible, I can’t wait for his falling.

Now the there’s the thing with Leto not writing to her that just bugs me, I don’t know if he really is not writing to her or if they are keeping his letters and not showing her or what but that whole situation is just fishy. But we’ll see later on.

I’m sooooo sooooo invested in this story, seriously my fave Feyd Rautha story out there. Just ABSOF*CKINGLUTELY AMAZING.

Thank you a million times for taking the time and writing this world and sharing it with all of us, I hope you are well, happy, healthy and safe, again thank you sooo much for this story and sorry for the grammatical errors in this mini bible of a review hahaha 💗💗💗💗

— THROWN TO THE WOLVES (III)

PART ONE || PART TWO

PAIRING — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader // Atreides!OC

SUMMARY — Na-baroness finds out a few interesting details about her husband's past as she gets to watch him for the first time in the arena.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — It’s written as an usual x Reader fic without describing anything about the Reader’s looks but I still classified it as an OC as well since she is Paul Atreides' half-sister. Thank you to everyone reading and commenting this story! 😳💗 Your kind comments motivate me like nothing else, honestly! 😅

WARNINGS — arranged marriage, mentions of sexual activities including non/dub-con (no actual smut) + exhibitionism, syringes & blood drawing, violent behaviour, death, mentions of planned and scientifical breeding, another reminder that the Reader is not supposed to be a good person 😈

WORD COUNT — 6,060

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

THROWN TO THE WOLVES (III)

Two days to regenerate did not feel like enough. You spent them all in your bedroom, mostly sleeping. You really wanted to work out some daily routine for yourself but there was not much else to do and you were afraid to wander off to walk around the fortress all by yourself. You had a feeling you were not allowed to do that anyway.

“Don’t I have any duties? Meetings?” You asked Astra and Cara on the last day of your freedom as you were teaching them how to do hair and make-up.

“No, na-baroness. Those duties are Baron’s,” Cara told you.

“But he has no wife,” you furrowed your brows.

“If he had one, she would share the duties with him. But na-baroness cannot, my Lady,” Astra added.

“So, I’m free to do whatever?” You asked.

Even as a Princess of Caladan you had more duties. Your father was sending you for the meetings to schools, to the theatre events, not to mention all the banquets with the ambassadors and the nobility.

On the other hand, your new position did not surprise you – the Baron did not treat you like a proper Harkonnen family member. You were nothing but a trophy and an incubator for his nephew’s future heir.

“Na-baroness is allowed to the library and the relaxation area,” Cara nodded her head.

“And the dining room, of course,” Astra whispered.

However, you still had not been in the dining room since your wedding party. All the meals had been brought to you and you would eat them on Feyd’s balcony. At first you had been hesitant but you had been told that there were shields protecting the people living at the palace from being exposed to the atmosphere’s pollution.

And indeed, you didn’t feel like you were choking on a slimy liquid whenever you were on that balcony. It still felt weird to eat food in black-and-white. It felt as if it had less taste for sure.

Feyd was not inside his bedroom when you were walking through it and he was not eating his meals alongside you. Cara and Astra had informed you that he wished to stay away from you until the fight.

Not that you missed him.

You knew that tomorrow you would have to face him and his desires again. If he would win the fight, of course. But Cara and Astra had already told you he would always win because every fight in the arena was fixed for him to win. Other gladiators were drugged and he had all sorts of devices to keep him safe.

Cara and Astra were very talkative once they felt safe around you and it didn’t take long for them. It was the first time they were thanked for doing their jobs, the first time they had names, the first time they earned some dignity for themselves.

The Harkonnen slaves were bred to be this way. Slaves were giving birth to even more slaves. They had no mothers, no fathers, no names and no humanity. Their sad and painful lives were often short because of the violent and impatient men like your husband who would slay them for fun without any consequences. All it took was to say something wrong or deliver the bad news, drop something or breathe too loud.

You wanted to change their fate once you’d become the Baroness but you knew that it would be a long time until then… if it would happen at all. And even if you’d survive enough to get that title eventually, perhaps by that time you’d already change so much that you’d start to enjoy this cruel system for your own benefit. Not to mention Feyd would probably never allow you to make a change like that.

You had to become a Harkonnen, there was no doubt about it. But you also did not want this new life to kill every single good trait in you. In fact, maybe you needed those good traits to actually rise above those monsters surrounding you. Maybe the remaining goodness in you was not a weakness but an advantage.

“Thank you,” you thanked the girls and stood up to take a better look at yourself in the mirror. They put make-up on you a little clumsily but the effect was satisfying. They were quick learners. However, the lipstick they used was black and the eyeshadow bright red. You didn’t have to ask, you assumed that was na-baron’s order. “Thank you, you’re so talented, my girls,” you told them and they smiled shyly at each other.

You approached them and placed a kiss upon Astra’s head and then Cara’s. They looked almost startled at the affection they had received. No one had kissed them like this before. Not even their mothers who had not really been allowed to raise them after all.

“I am very glad the Baron has assigned you two for me, you’re special,” you cooed to them and they giggled.

Oh, they would die for you already.

But it was easy with the girls like them. Winning them over was no victory for you to celebrate. Even women much more stupid than you would succeed at such an easy task.

Not that you were using Astra and Cara. You really liked them and felt sorry for them. You weren’t faking your affections but you were exaggerating them for sure.

You were certain that the Baron had told them to spy on you. But now you were also certain they would never tell him anything that would get you in trouble.

Because love makes people more loyal than fear – those were your father’s words. And you hated to remember them and you hated them for being so true. Because your father still hadn’t written you any letter. You didn’t want to look up to him. You didn’t want to make him proud. You just wanted to survive.

“Tomorrow, for the tournament,” you told your girls, “I think I will look very pretty when you’ll do my make-up,” you assured them and they sighed with relief. “My hair, though…” you sighed and they looked down. “It’s okay. We will think of something.”

After breakfast you were asked to follow the guards who took you to the medic. He was already waiting for you with all sorts of syringes and a smile that pretended to be kind but it made creeps go down your body.

“Na-baroness,” he bowed down so low that it was almost funny. You still remembered his lack of respect towards you before you had held this title. “How are you feeling?” He asked and you laid down on the examination table already prepared for you. 

“You’re asking physically, am I right?” You wanted to make sure. Of course you were aware he wouldn’t be interested in your mental state.

“What else would I ask for, my Lady?” He seemed to be confused at the question and sat next to you.

“I’m feeling… tired,” you admitted and he hummed as he examined your body. This time he was gentler and more careful. He didn’t tell you to remove your robe fully either.

“He’s going to do it again today,” you told him when he was staring at one of the faded bruises. “It hurts,” you added.

“I can give you something to regenerate faster, my Lady,” the medic nodded and you gritted your teeth.

Of course. It was easier than to tell Feyd-Rautha to be gentler.

You only nodded your head at him and then he proceeded with all injections and with drawing the blood from you.

“Are you taking your pills, my Lady?” He asked. “After every sexual intercourse?”

“Yes,” you answered and hissed at the feeling of the needle.

“It’s the last one today, I promise, my Lady,” he shushed you.

He was so calm and almost kind but so terrifyingly scary at the same time. You did not like that mix. You’d prefer him to be rude and rough, at least he’d be always honest with his intentions.

You knew that he was acting nice to make you trust him. As if you were that stupid. You decided to play his game, though. Perhaps it would be useful one day for him to think that you trust him.

“Does he get such injections, too? My husband?” You asked, innocently batting your eyelashes.

“Yes, na-baron’s getting them, too. And I run tests on him as well. It takes two people to create life,” the medic smiled at you.

“How does it work, exactly?” You sat up when he was done with you and he walked away to hide all the empty syringes and samples.

“We are making sure that all your eggs will be filled with the best genetic material and all of them will be able to only create boys, my Lady,” the medic told you.

“And later…?” You swallowed thickly. “After I give birth to an heir?”

He looked at you with… pity. It was not a good sign.

“Let’s not worry about that now, na-baroness,” he nodded his head. “You are free to go. It’s a big day today.”

Astra and Cara were waiting for you in your bedroom already with a gown you had never seen before. Well, the word gown was an overstatement.

It was made of leather stripes that left very little to imagination and it reminded you more of the costumes that Feyd’s pets were wearing. You winced at the sight.

“What is this?” You asked with contempt.

“Na-baron requested for you to wear this, my Lady,” Astra looked down, nervously.

“I will not,” you shook your head and approached your wardrobe to search for something else.

“But, na-baroness…” Cara started. Her hands were shaking already.

“I will not wear this,” you approached Astra and took the hanger with the gown from her hands to throw it on the floor. “I am his wife. Not his whore,” you stated and went back to looking through the dresses.

“A-as you wish, my Lady…” Astra nodded and crouched down to pick the dress up and hang it in the wardrobe.

You didn’t blame her for having no courage to take it back to your husband.

It would be the first time you’d present yourself to the people of Giedi Prime. Ordinary people of this planet who would watch the tournament, not those important noble men and women who had been invited to your wedding. You were aware, thanks to Cara and Astra, that people were very interested in you and they already adored you because you were so different in the way you looked. If you played your cards right, you’d become the beloved na-baroness of the citizens.

You didn’t want to present yourself to them looking like Feyd-Rautha’s pet. You wanted to show them the dignified na-baroness you aspired to be one day.

At the same time, you didn’t want to make Feyd too angry. So you chose one of the dresses he had gifted you before. It was soft, red leather and it covered most of your body almost modestly but the cleavage was quite big.

“This will do,” you pointed at it and the girls nodded before approaching the hanger to remove the dress from it delicately.

You walked up to your vanity and looked through the jewellery. Dress like that was asking for a necklace. But then you spotted a black choker with a red stone and a few ornamented chains with smaller red stones dangling from them. It would cover your throat and fall down your neck so deliciously; you already made up your mind.

“With this,” you told your girls. “What do you think?”

“V-very pretty, my Lady,” Cara nodded, still scared about your change of outfit.

The dress fitted you perfectly. You wondered how they had known your size so well. The medic had measured you right before your wedding, it would be too late for them to prepare those dresses so fast unless hundreds of people worked on them. No, the most possible scenario was that your father had sent them your measurements earlier as they most likely had requested amongst the other things.

They had requested a lot. Your portrait, your health statistics, your family’s tree for the past ten generations, the sample of your voice. And in return they hadn’t even sent you Feyd’s picture. You still were getting angry at the memory of how humiliating the whole process had been.

When the dress, shoes and jewellery were placed on your body, the maids worked on the make-up. This time you chose black eyeshadow and red lipstick to match the gown’s fabric.

“What about the hair, my Lady?” Astra asked, worryingly. “Last night we were practising a little on a wig,” she informed you.

“Where did you get a wig from?” You asked and chuckled.

“We stole it,” Cara whispered and you raised an eyebrow. “There are a few wigs in this fortress, my Lady. Previous Baronesses liked to wear them for special occasions to look more pretty. Baron Harkonnen’s mother for example,” she explained.

“We saw her having hair in the old pictures,” Astra joined, “so we thought she had to have a wig. We decided to find it so we can practise.”

“You did that for me?” You looked at them with disbelief, visibly moved.

“Y-yes, na-baroness,” Cara nodded. “The wig… Its structure is different from your hair, my Lady. But we learnt how to do braids.”

“And how to attach decorations,” Astra smiled gently.

You reached out to hold their hands and squeeze them lovingly.

“My girls,” you told them and they giggled. “But look,” you glanced at yourself in the mirror. There was something very attractive about your hair loose in that outfit. It was making you look less proper and more raw, savage even. Especially in that make-up and outfit. It was a mix of a dignified person and a barbarian from the pictures in your old anthropology books. “I think I will go with my hair loose,” you decided.

If you were the only person on Giedi Prime with hair – except for your two poor previous maids – you wanted to show it off proudly.

“But keep going with your training, I might not always want to go out like this,” you told your girls.

“Yes, my Lady,” they bowed down.

Someone knocked upon the door and Cara went over to open it.

“Is na-baroness ready?” The guard asked.

“Yes, she is.”

“We are ordered to take her to na-baron before his fight,” he informed her.

You sighed and fixed your hair for the last time in the mirror. You didn’t know why he wanted to see you before the fight after avoiding you for two whole days. Perhaps he wanted to get riled up even more. That was probably the reason why the dress given to you was so revealing.

You couldn’t wait to disappoint him.

You nodded your head at Astra and Cara and you walked outside to follow one of the guards. He led you outside the fortress and put you in a vehicle waiting for you with another guard and a driver inside.

“They will take you to the arena, my Lady,” he informed you and bowed down before walking away.

You nodded your head and coughed already from the outside’s air. Inside the vehicle the air was a bit better but still not as clear as in the fortress.

“Na-baroness better get used to,” the guard sitting next to you told you, “there are no shields in the arena.”

You only nodded at him and cleared your throat.

The ride was short because other vehicles waiting in the line were moving away to make a way for you. Through the window you saw faces of the Harkonnen people staring at you with big eyes.

“They cannot see you, my Lady. Only you can see them,” the guard told you and you nodded once again. “They are wondering if you are inside the vehicle,” he added.

“Can’t I make myself visible to them?”

“What for, my Lady?” He asked, surprised.

“To wave at them,” you answered like it was the most obvious thing in the whole world.

“That is not a custom, na-baroness,” he nodded his head gently, trying very hard not to laugh at you.

The vehicle entered the underground parking lot for the vehicles belonging to the top-priority members of the family and your guard helped you to get out of it. 

Your father never liked the unnecessary splendour and all those little privileges that could get into one’s head. The Harkonnens couldn’t disagree more. Even treated terribly by your husband and his Uncle, you still felt superior with all those people bowing down all the time and being able to walk around places where only the VIPs were allowed. Feyd could do anything he wanted to you but to most people on this planet you were untouchable and unreachable. Your one glance could make your guard behead someone. It was a dangerous amount of power that you had always dreamt of. You never wanted to abuse it and become a tyrant, but you wanted to hold it.

Getting used to this part of The Harkonnen culture would come easy for you, surely.

But the closer you were to the room where Feyd had been waiting for you, the less superior you felt. It was difficult to tell if you actually hated him or the fact he was making you feel scared.

You were led through a dark corridor, seeing cells of other gladiators with the doors half-open and the medics injecting drugs into their bodies. You had already been told by your servants that Feyd’s opponents were drugged. You couldn't count on him to die in the arena. Sadly.

The guard finally stopped in front of a tall, black door and he knocked upon them before pushing them open.

You followed him inside, trying to keep your posture straight. Feyd was in the middle of the room, surrounded by the servants who were showing off blades to him and painting stripes on his muscular body with black paint. His three whores were there, too. They hissed at the sight of you and that was what made him turn around and lay his bright eyes on you.

You feared he’d get angry seeing you in a different outfit but he only chuckled contemptuously.

“My beautiful pet,” he beckoned you over and squinted his eyes, “haven’t seen you in a while,” he continued. “Why aren’t you wearing my gift?” He asked when you were standing right in front of him already, trying to keep your poker face on.

“I’m not a whore,” you informed him casually. His pets gave you hateful looks and he laughed at you, showing off his black teeth. You moved slightly out of discomfort.

He stopped laughing all of a sudden and became so serious that it seemed unnatural to change his mood so fast. He approached you, closing the small distance between your bodies. You could feel his hard muscles through the soft leather fabric of your dress. His fingers traced the longest chain dangling off of your choker and he let them go lower and lower until he reached the hem of your cleavage.

“Hungry, my Lord?” You dared to ask him. When he was turned on, it was easier to test him and play with him. He was letting his guard down a little when he wanted to fuck desperately.

Such a scary, brutal man. Yet so desperate and pathetic sometimes.

He looked up and met your gaze. There was an animalistic desire in his eyes as his pupils darkened.

“I wouldn’t say such things if I were you,” he warned you, his voice even raspier than usual.

You smirked at him, taking a deep breath in to calm yourself down but it made his eyes drop down again at the sight of your breasts rising up and down.

“Get out of here,” he gritted his teeth. “I’ll ask for you later.”

“My Lord,” you bowed down ironically and turned around to join your guard who was waiting for you by the door already.

You were taken to the lift and all the way up to join the Baron on the balcony. It was placed on one of the corners of the triangular arena and it was protecting the VIP members from the polluted atmosphere to some degree. The average Giedi Prime citizen had no such privilege and had to take one of the seats in the overcrowded auditorium.

The Baron hummed at the sight of you. You bowed down and he nodded his head. You were given binoculars by the Baron’s servant and you stood by the Baron’s left side as his servant was already standing on his right. Your guard remained in the back alongside other guards.

You watched the audience through your binoculars and you noticed that lots of people were actually looking right back at you. You smiled to yourself.

“How to make them like me?” You asked the Baron.

“What?” He looked at you, surprised and you moved the binoculars away from your face to look at him.

Standing so close to him and taking a better look at his pathetic form, he somehow became less scary to you. Of course his one order could end your life. But it was his power that was dangerous, not himself.

“How to make the people of Giedi Prime like me? Any tips, my Lord?” You repeated your question.

“Their opinions don’t matter, baroness,” he let out a laugh and you looked away, pretending that you found something interesting somewhere else.

You didn’t like the way he addressed you. Everyone knew that the title of baroness belonged to a woman who would be brave enough to be his wife. The very thought made you sick.

The fight started and you sat down on the chair prepared for you next to the Baron. Feyd-Rautha was announced as the audience cheered enthusiastically. His enemies were greeted with the sound of booing and whistling. Through your binoculars you could see that they were barely standing on their feet, drugged and dulled.

“What is the point of this?” You asked the Baron. “It’s not a real fight. It’s a show.”

“For now, yes. Until he is fully ready. I want the people to see him as my natural successor,” he explained to you.

“I thought their opinions don’t matter,” you pointed out and the Baron laid his eyes on you.

“Let me expand my sentence, baroness. Their opinions don’t matter when it comes to whether we decide to keep you alive or not,” he smirked and went back to watching the fight as it had just begun.

Your heart skipped a beat at that statement. Everything started to make sense now. They would get rid of you after giving Feyd an heir because you would no longer be needed. You had to play your game right and buy yourself more time.

“If you get rid of me, my father will intervene,” you reminded him.

“Like he’s intervening now?” Baron chuckled to himself and you clenched your jaw at his words. You couldn’t argue with that.

“You will need more than one heir. What if he dies? It’s more than possible with the way you’re raising boys on this planet. It’s safer to have a few options. And daughters are useful, too, to make alliances. I am the best example,” you tried not to reveal how nervous you were while saying these things.

“Adorable,” Baron looked at you again. “You think I don’t know you’re trying to buy yourself more time?”

“No, I don’t think that. I know I’m being pretty obvious,” you gave him a fake smile.

“Give us one boy first and we’ll see. Anyway,” Baron went back to looking down. You pretended to do the same but you couldn’t focus. “The final decision will be Feyd’s. You are his.”

For some reason it made you a bit calmer now. Feyd was visibly attracted to you. You just had to play your game right. Perhaps become less rebellious but at the same time not too obedient – it would bore him. You already started to plot all the ways you could make him addicted to you.

“Oh, you think he won’t do it…” Baron’s voice brought you back to reality and you looked at him, confused. He was smiling ironically at you. “That boy killed his own mother. Don’t be so sure that he will think twice before getting rid of a woman who pushed out his brat. He would have already broken you if I hadn’t told him not to. I am the one to keep you safe here, baroness,” Baron gave you a wicked smile. “And I’m not going to lie, it was tempting to let him break you. It would help his reputation if he fucked his first wife to death on the wedding night.”

The blood in your veins immediately turned cold at that revelation. You brought the binoculars closer to your face and observed Feyd in the arena.

He was having fun down there, playing and teasing with his opponents. Even if they were drugged, he was still giving a show. He was an amazing and brutal fighter. In black-and-white, with nothing but murder in his eyes and a psychotic smirk on his face – you had never seen him more terrifying. Yes, now you could see him slaughtering his own mother.

Then, suddenly, one of the gladiators stabbed your husband. Feyd reacted immediately and fought back but his opponent managed to hurt him a few more times before getting slayed. At the sight of the bleeding wounds, even you hissed out of pain, despite hating the man who had been hurt. The Baron chuckled, though.

“Why are you allowing this?” You asked him as you put the binoculars away, not being able to watch this anymore. “He’s your nephew, he’s in pain. Didn’t you put him down there to win?” You couldn't understand. “He almost got killed.”

“Barely,” he laughed. “And he loves the pain anyway.”

“Who would love to get stabbed like that?” You shook your head.

“A boy who had been trained to like it since he was a child,” he looked so deep into your eyes with the most serious expression on his hideous face that it sent chills down your spine.

A long silence occurred between you two.

“What have you done to him…?” You whispered eventually as your lips opened a little in disbelief. The Baron only chuckled and went back to looking through his binoculars.

You did not. You put yours on your lap and you looked away, trying to process everything you had just found out.

Feyd-Rautha was nothing but a hurt boy. He was a tool in his uncle’s hands, a brutal guard dog, a killing machine. Most likely manipulated to kill his own mother, too. Strapped of all humanity and emotions. He was not your oppressor. He was his uncle’s victim as much as you were.

Feyd-Rautha was not your enemy. It was the Baron.

It was the Baron who would in the end decide your fate. Feyd would do what his uncle tells him. You had to make the Baron find you likeable, not your husband. This option was the safest but it was also giving you the least amount of control.

You could also make Feyd-Rautha your pet and turn him against his uncle. It would be risky and it would take lots of time, lots of mistakes and lots of disappointments. But in the end it would give you power.

The cheering audience and fireworks made you look down again. Feyd was holding his bloody blade up and yelling in triumph as all his opponents were laying lifeless behind him.

He was terrifying but you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him now. He was just a hurt boy, you tried to remember.

There was a feast after a fight but Feyd was not sitting beside you. You asked your girls to find out where he was and they informed you that he was with his pets. You assumed he was keeping his promise to fuck a whore before taking care of you in order not to break you.

You focused on the food in front of you. You had to admit that the food on Giedi Prime was delicious. The Baron loved to eat. As everyone was able to see.

From the corner of your eye, you watched Count Rabban sitting next to his uncle. You wondered about him. He hadn’t spoken to you even once after your introduction on the first day. Was he an important piece of this puzzle? Did you have to worry about him, too?

Then you felt someone watching you as intensively as you were watching the Harkonnens. You turned your head around and spotted a woman with a veiled face. She had to be a Bene Gesserit sister. You went back to your food and ignored her. You didn’t want any Bene Gesserit around you.

Growing up with Lady Jessica made you allergic to these women and their mending. You hated how much influence they had in most of the Empire.

“My Lady,” one of the guards approached you and leaned in to whisper in your ear, “na-baron wants to see you. I am supposed to walk you to his chambers after you’re done with your meal.”

You nodded your head. How considerate it was of your husband to let you finish your meal first, you thought. Perhaps the medic actually had told him something about treating you too rough. He hadn’t looked very pleased with some of the marks on your body either. Maybe it was making the whole process of controlling your cycle more difficult when you were too weakened.

You didn’t hurry with your meal at all. And when you finished it, you drank some of the wine and wiped your hands and the corners of your mouth clean. When you stood up, Astra approached you and reapplied your red lipstick discreetly.

“Thank you,” you smiled at her and nodded at the guard before following him outside the room.

On your way to face Feyd again, you tried to remember what you had realised earlier – that he was just a hurt boy. In many ways his upbringing did not differ much from your slave girls’ one. And in many ways you could work on him in the similar ways as you worked on them. Only that he would not be so easy to win over.

You fixed the choker on your neck and nodded at the guard. He opened the door and you walked inside Feyd’s bedroom. An odd feeling filled your body – since his and yours chambers had been a place where you’d spend most of your time so far, you almost felt as if you were finally home after a long day.

And after spending a whole afternoon with the Baron, Feyd’s presence was almost comforting in comparison to his uncle. He was the devil you knew. 

He was waiting for you on the balcony wearing nothing but his pants. He was shirtless and watching the fireworks. You joined him carefully, not wanting to startle him and trigger some violent reaction.

“You’ve missed the feast,” you said and dared to touch his arm with your fingertips. He moved away rapidly as if your touch was poisonous.

“My feast has just arrived,” he licked his lips at the sight of you. “Get out of this dress if you don’t want me to tear it off of you,” he ordered and you nodded.

You began undressing clumsily as he watched. You weren’t used to undressing yourself on your own without any maid’s help. Finally, it dropped down on the balcony’s floor and you crouched down to take it and throw it inside the room.

Your hands moved up to find the clasp of your choker.

“Keep that pretty thing on,” Feyd said and licked his lips as you stopped. He approached you and turned you around to press you to the railing. You were facing the courtyard and you could see people walking through the corridors of the fortress through the windows. You also could hear distant laughter and conversations from the dining room.

“How did you like the fight?” Feyd asked you, standing so close behind you that you felt his breath on your neck. He gathered your hair in his hand and threw it on one side so he could bite your bare shoulder blade. His hands grabbed your breasts.

“Does my opinion matter?” You asked.

“My servants told me that people of Giedi Prime are pleased with their new na-baroness,” your husband changed the subject. “They love your hair,” he added and you felt his face burying in your hair as he sniffed you like a dog. “And they love your breasts,” his fingers pulled on your nipples. “All men on Giedi Prime want to fuck you, my na-baroness,” his lips brushed your ear.

It obviously turned him on that you were such a prize. 

“But only you can do that, my Lord,” you breathed out and he froze for a moment.

Feyd grabbed you by your arms and turned you around to face him again. He was looking at you as if he was trying to read you.

“You’re different tonight,” he noticed.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. It would be easier to play those games with him if he was more stupid. You had to come up with some lie.

“I changed my opinion about you after seeing you fight in that arena,” you batted your eyelashes and reached out your hand to caress his hard abs. He flinched at your delicate touch way more than he had flinched at the cuts he had received during the fight. Speaking of them, you moved your hands to the fresh wounds and caressed them, too. “Now I know I was given to the real warrior,” you continued.

“Stop it,” he grabbed your wrists and pushed your hands away. His jaw was clenched and he looked angry, yet confused. “I don’t like it,” he said.

You really felt sorry for him at that moment. You couldn’t imagine what the Baron had to be doing to him to make him this way. Any sign of delicacy or affection was confusing and angering him.

You had a lot of work to do. He often threatened to break your body. But you would break his mind.

“Forgive me, my Lord,” you bit on your lower lip.

“Turn around,” he ordered and you obeyed.

You hated yourself for actually being a little excited at the idea of being fucked on that balcony, facing the courtyard, with the possibility of someone looking out of the window and seeing you.

Feyd was tired after the fight and after using his pets before he dealt with you. Three rounds was all that he could give before being completely knocked out. You watched him sleep beside you and for a moment you wanted to go back to your own bedroom but then you decided to stay. He had also been more gentle on that night than on the previous ones. Of course he had still been rough but it was bearable. Or perhaps you were starting to get used to it.

You gasped as you almost forgot to take your contraception. You left the bed and approached his desk to open the black box and swallow one of the white pills inside.

You closed the box gently and took off your choker to put it on the desk before going back to your husband’s bed. You pulled the duvet up to cover you both and you laid on your side to watch Feyd’s profile and listen to his heartbeat.

You moved your hand up carefully and tried to caress his cheek but he flinched and winced so you took your hand away and sighed in defeat.

A plan started to form inside your head as you were drifting off to sleep:

Feyd-Rautha – to break him

The Baron – to get rid of him

Count Rabban – a friend or an enemy…?

MASTERLIST

[the-orangeauthor]

guess who’s back :P

looking through my list, I can’t see any particular publishers marked for immunology. I’ve got textbooks that mention it (like Wiley-Blackwell) but idk how much detail I need to be studying this in, so I’ll take any and all of your recs :D noticed you’re pursuing a msc immunology so I’m sure you have a much much better idea of how this goes than me!!

also, I noticed that a lot of unis have dissertations/thesis papers only in third year. Does this mean you can’t research your topics or experiment on them before third year? :( Or are there some allowances for this sort of thing?

in that vein do bsc students do internships or help phd and postgrad students with research?? I’ve only seen this sort of thing for masters programs.

i really have to applaud your endless patience and help for a nameless icon on tumblr :P you’re doing gods work here, thanks again!! :D

So tumblr mobile is notorious for not showing all the messages in my inbox and I rarely use tumblr on my laptop so I am only just seeing this now!! I know its been like 2 months since you sent it but I'll answer anyway since you're pretty early in your education from what I remember!

for Immunology I love Janeway immunobiology textbooks, or any of the oxford textbooks by Abbas and co are great too! any books on disease pathology should also have good breakdowns of the exact mechanisms in them. I've personally never used Wiley-Blackwell textbooks but I know a lot of universities have them on reading recommendation lists!

for the dissertation:

Yes, a dissertation is taken in the final year of your degree and in most universities you dont find out what your topic is until that year. Some unis have you pick at the end of the second year so you have the summer to research. In my uni we picked at the start of our final year. In semester one we only had to write a literature review which was just us researching as much of the topic as we could and producing a paper on it.

In semester 2 thats when we put together an actual investigation and did our own research to get results and then wrote a dissertation on what we found. The research you do in semester 1 will help to form an introduction for your dissertation and just give you an overall understanding of why you're looking for certain things in your investigation!

in terms of helping PhD students, it really depends on your university, how many PhD students they have, how much money they allocate for BSc research (which is not a lot since there are a lot of us), and if their project is simple enough (meaning quick enough) to produce results that you can use and write a paper on. In most cases the PhD projects are very complex and it takes a while before they start generating results so you can't really work with them, though they may still be around to help with your project and give you good advice anyway!!

sorry again for the late reply, but I hope this was useful!!!

[sallzly]

Behold: A book that's written the other way around. From end to start. "They feell into each others arms, and as he quickly found her lips, so too did his dagger. He twisted it before pulling away with a smirk, as her eyes widened from shock. I have finally found you. He stabbed again. And this time I'm making sure it really is the last goodbye. ......... and then the story unfolds backwards slowly, explaining how they got to this point one step at a time going into the past. And at the end of the book, in the very beginning, we learn she had prepared for the last scene. From the very beginning. And her Vengeance will unfold... in Book/part 2! Which is then written from that moment on forward-

[dear-departed]

hello been reading some of your stuff and will probably continue to read it after i get this out of my mind but i was playing obey me and thinking:

i could not deal with living in the HOL. i have plenty of patience, but the constant fighting of the brothers, lucifers pride stopping him from admitting he is wrong, mammon selling things that dont belong to him for grimm, levi holing himself up and being lowkey manipulative with his self degradation causing you to spend time with him, satans short temper and occasional threats that terrify me, beel constantly eating everything in the house (i have a high metabolism and am very protective of my food for reasons unknown), and belphie sleeping constantly (plus the fact im still kinda salty about being killed in chapter 16 and then him just, acting like it necer happened) and them taking up all my time

basically id go insane, and want to know if you could write a story (long or short) about me sneaking over to purgatory hall, leaving a note saying ill see them at RAD. what id do with the residents (baking with luke, potions and magic with solomon, reading and maybe writing with simeon) and the brothers reactions to me leaving without telling them in advance and being gone so long (a night to a whole weekend)

thank you!!

Hello, Love!

I like this idea, and I totally get what you mean, I don't think I could handle not getting my proper alone time.

I tried my best with this, it got kinda rushed near the end because it was 4 in the morning and I just wanted this baby finished and over with. I loved writing it!

Some of this stuff is very much based off my childhood memories (wet, damp, grass smell is a big thing) and my interests (writing and baking with Simeon and Luke, but MC already knows a little about each) but I hope you enjoy regardless!

MC is gender neutral, and as a prefix, Mx. is used

Warnings: Mild angst, some deep conversations with Solomon, but not much, also Solomon just being a little shit for funsies, mild angst, crying Mammon

Word count: 7k

‘Please, dammit, just let me get through this chapter without another distraction.’ 

The ruckus downstairs was enough to let you know that this peace and quiet you’ve been enjoying for the past 10 minutes wouldn’t last long. 

The noise, that damned noise downstairs. You’d only gotten through a few pages of the book you were reading. Each sentence needed to be read a few times to actually soak into your mind, every grueling detail difficult to take in. 

Upon hearing a hasty knock, then the door being burst open, you knew it was over. With a defeated sigh, you slowly shut the book, not bothering to save the page. It’s not like you’d gotten that far anyway, so what was the point? 

Mammon and Levi were both quick to storm into the room, Mammon holding up a Ruri-Chan figurine, which was about the size of a beer bottle.  

“You greedy ass, give it here!” Levi desperately held out his hand, looking wound up and about ready to headbutt his older brother. 

“No way in hell would I give this to you! Do you know how much it’s worth! And besides, I found it, it’s mine! Unless you can cough up 8 thousand grimm, I’m gonna sell it online!” The second born sat himself next to you, far too close than you were comfortable with at the moment.  

“I would say until pigs fly, but you’ve got wings, jackass!” Levi directed his eyes toward you, then back to Mammon. “And plus, it’s not fair to barge into MC’s room and push this onto them! I seriously doubt they want to deal with one of my weird hermit problems!”  

You let out a deep sigh, a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in ever since you heard that knock. “Mammon... just, give him his action figure back.”  

“No! Do you get how much this is worth?!” 

“Mammon, Avatar of Greed, I command you to give Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, his figurine back!” 

It wasn’t worth it to try and reason with him, especially not today, you reasoned. You watched as Mammon’s breath hitched, his mouth falling agape as protest as he groaned, his arms shooting out to hand Levi the action figure back.  

Leviathan’s eyes damn near sparkled when you said that. He hands hastily snatching the figurine to his chest, grinning as he blushed, “oh, MC! I really didn’t expect you to actually stick up for me, you’re the best!” 

Mammon’s arms dropped back down to his sides, his chest heaving as he sucked in a few quick breaths. “Are you serious, MC?!” 

“Don’t look at me like that, you shouldn’t have taken it in the first place.” You hummed. After a while at The House of Lamentation, you learned that Mammon being angry wasn’t really anger. You learned that he almost didn’t have the capacity to truly be mad at you, especially when he knew you were in the right.  

He stayed seated, trying to formulate his next smart comeback. He ignored the yelling that erupted from the kitchen. You, however, couldn’t seem to get it out of your head. His next words were a blur to you. Between your rare alone time being interrupted, you just being overall tired, and the dull, aching, pain in your head, everything just came back a little fuzzy.  

“MC? Hello? Earth to MC?” Leviathan asked as Mammon waved a hand in front of your face. “Ya okay? Ya seem kinda... out of it.”  

“Yes! Yes, I’m fine, I’m perfectly fine, just need a second, so just...” You set your book aside, scooting back on the bed, away from Mammon. The muted warmth radiating off the demon was beginning to get rather uncomfortable, on top of everything. “I’m just... I need a second.” You repeated, hoping, praying, to something out there that they would get the memo and just leave. 

“Okay, okay!” Mammon stood up, taking a few steps back. But alas, he didn’t make his way toward the door.  

“I mean I need a moment alone. And by a moment, I don’t mean just go out of the room and come back in a minute, I mean please leave me alone unless there’s an issue that you can’t just solve yourselves.” You rubbed your temples, your headache increasing until it felt like the veins in your neck would pop.  

“I knew they didn’t want us around, who would?” Leviathan grabbed Mammon, dragging him by the back of the shirt out of the room. Thankfully, Levi is an introvert, and knows the importance of completely shutting someone’s door before leaving. At least that’s one thing. 

The yelling from the kitchen was obviously Satan, nobody could mistake it. That strained screaming, where his voice cracked and his voice got deeper, less refined than normal. You could almost see him now, threatening Lucifer, who wouldn’t dare take any part in admitting that he did something to piss Satan off.  

When this whole shitshow started, you might’ve gone down to check on it, but it always ended up the same. Someone would get to you first, complaining about someone or something. Christ, it was like you were their only relief in this household.  

A thought suddenly crossed your mind, one not too unfamiliar to you. What would happen if you just packed up and went to purgatory hall for a day? Or a few nights? Maybe it would give the brothers some time to get themselves in line, and it would give you time to cool down before you snapped, got your neck snapped. Again. 

No, no, you couldn’t. Leaving them would be cruel, especially without any warning? What if Lucifer got pissed off and told Lord Diavolo? And what if Lord Diavolo got upset in turn? 

Or what if you just asked Lord Diavolo? He always seemed to be decently understanding. After all, he’s been near the demon brothers for hundreds of years now, he knows how tiring they can get. 

So without any further considerations, before you decided to chicken out, you pulled out your D.D.D, opening up Diavolo’s contact.  

MC: Lord Diavolo? Can I have your opinion, or blessing on something? 

Diavolo: Of course, what is it, MC? 

You hesitated for a moment, typing and retyping the words you were about to say next. Should you ask to call him instead? No, someone might hear, and lord knows they’d go feral. 

MC: How would you feel about me staying at Purgatory Hall for a few days? Just to cool off? All of the brothers are getting to be a bit much. I hope you understand, and it’s alright if you refuse. 

Diavolo: Haha! Of course, you may, those brothers are always so rowdy, I understand! I’ll send over someone to escort you tonight. 

Diavolo: And don’t worry, I won’t tell Lucifer, it’ll be our little secret for now 

MC: Thank you, Lord Diavolo 

He sent an emoji, that one of the Red Devil winking, with its hip jutted out to the side. At least he’s understanding. 

The title of a ‘Demon Prince’ was always super intimidating, every portrayal of one like Diavolo was always tyrannical, sadistic, and an overall ass, and there was always this part of you that expected him to respond to you like that. 

Great. So now all you had to do is pack a bag without any of them knowing. Which is, arguably, the hardest part of this whole thing.  

♥ 

Just as you thought, packing your bag was hell, all puns intended. 

You pretended to take a shower, or in other words, you grabbed a bunch of clothes and a duffle bag and shoved everything you’d need for the weekend into it. A few different outfits, a comb, toothpaste, toothbrush, a stick of deodorant, that sort of stuff.  

It felt alien to you. You’d only ever packed to leave the house after the exchange program had first ended, or whenever you went on trips with the brothers.  

But as you got a text from Barbatos after some of the brothers had gone to bed, the remaining ones too busy to be out of their rooms at this time of the night, you felt kind of bad. Frustrated, yes, but something in your heart tugged you toward this chaotic bunch. It’s not like you were leaving forever, but still. 

Alas, you neatly placed your note on your bed, doing a double-take around the room before hauling your bag up onto your shoulder, your shoes hanging by their laces on the strap of the bag, and stepped out of the door, swinging it shut, then carefully turning the knob and shutting it, making as little noise as possible. You were fully aware Lucifer knew you were out of your room, but that didn’t matter. 

As you passed the kitchen, the distant noise of soft grumbling radiated from the dim glow that radiated from the fridge. Satan was going to be pissed about that in the morning, you noted.  

You crept further down the hall on soft footfalls, the silver moon bouncing off the walls, the pictures on the walls basking in the familiar sunless Devildom sky.  

You felt eyes upon you, but something kept you from turning around. If they were going to stop you, or say something, they would have by now. Your hand lurched for the doorknob, slowly starting to turn the cool metal beneath your warm fingertips. It moved no further. Of course, it would be locked. 

You carefully set down your bag, holding the handle with one hand and carefully turning the lock with your other. A soft click sounded from the inner mechanisms of the old lock, proving you successful. You pulled the door open, picking up your bag again and shutting it behind you. You locked it, then took a moment to slide on your shoes finally. 

The headlights of the chauffer's car shone in the dull, cold, night. All according to plan.  

As that thought passed your mind, you felt the stare burning into the back of your skull dissipate, like a shadow sliding back into its corner, as if it’d been washed away by a cool bucket of water. Yet it left no release. 

You walked toward the car, watching as the driver got out and walked to the back of the car. They stood strong, with their hands folded neatly in front of themselves. “Mx. (Last name), welcome.” They greeted, their gloved hand delicately opening the back door, nodding their head toward the seat. Lord Diavolo certainly hadn’t left any room for error, had he? Despite Purgatory Hall being a short walk away. To be fair, though, the Devildom isn’t the safest place for a human to roam at night.  

You scooted in the seat, setting your bag to the side. “Thank you, really.”  

“No worries, Mx. (Last name), it’s nothing short of my duty.” They offered a polite smile as they shut the door, moving back into the driver’s seat. They glanced at you through the mirror, “Purgatory Hall, correct?” 

“Yes.” You traced your finger over the perfect stitching on the leather seats of the car, which smelled faintly of Lucifer’s unmistakable cologne.  

As the car pulled away from the House of Lamentation, you slumped further into the seat, letting out a quiet sigh as your muscles relaxed, the anxiety that burned deep in your marrow slowly letting itself loose.  

The gentle humming of the car was like a lullaby to your racing thoughts, the way it buzzed as it cruised down the road, it brought you back to different memories in your life. Long car rides at night, riding the bus, the way you used to squint when you were at stoplights to see how blurry you could get the lights to seem, the dank and musty smell of freshly mowed grass after a long day.  

It didn’t take long before the car eased to a stop outside Purgatory Hall, the chauffer locking eyes with you through the mirror, that same, sterile, smile catching your attention as they looked at you. “We’ve arrived, I will stay here until you get inside.” 

“Alright.” You unlocked and opened the door, slithering out of the seat and tugging the bag along with you. “Thank you, again, I know it really can’t be convenient picking random people up, especially at this hour.” 

“Again, it’s no worries. And after all, Mx. (last name), you are no stranger. You’re a friend of both Lucifer and Lord Diavolo.” The driver assured. 

You shut the door, walking around the back of the car and making your way up the short path to the front door. You knocked four times before stopping and listening closely for anyone inside the house. After a minute or two of crashing, groaning, and somebody from inside very obviously falling straight on their ass, a light turned on. 

A tired-looking Simeon opened the door. “I... what are you...” He squinted, then blinked, seeming quite dazed. You could see the gears turning in his head, before his mouth went slightly agape, his crackly voice going “ohh... I remember now! Come in, come in.” He stepped aside, a loving grin tugging at the edge of his lips, which had a little bit of wet drool leaking off one side of his mouth. 

You stepped into the house, the scent of vanilla hitting you square in the face.  

Luke veered the corner, Solomon sluggishly following behind him, rubbing one side of his butt, a pained look wrinkling his features. Luke looked tired, but undoubtedly gleeful to see you. “You’re actually staying with us for a few days?!” He grabbed at your wrist, grinning a bit.  

The small angel quickly caught himself, “it’s not that I’m happy about that or anything, I mean, I see you all the time! But... I’m happy you’re here!” He put a hand on his hip.  

“I’m glad I’m here too, Luke.” You gave the top of his head a gentle pat, returning his tired smile. “I’m sorry to wake you all, and to kind of like, invade your home, even if I did let you know beforehand. I’m just...”  

“We get it.” Solomon attempted to tame his hair, only paying attention to you half way. “Those brothers can get really tiring. It’s like, I love them, but even things you love can make you upset sometimes. It’s like listening to the same song on repeat for three hours, but it’s a song you love. You need to take a break from that song for a while before you can enjoy listening to it again.” 

“That’s a good analogy, Solomon.” Simeon nodded, giving you a comforting smile. “Do you want a hug? I know times like these can be stressful, and sometimes it can feel like everything around you is just all happening at once, and you want some space from them, I suppose?”  

“Yes, please.” You shuffled closer to Simeon, Luke’s soft hand falling from your wrist as you wrapped your arms around the older angel, burying your head into his chest. Jasmin, chamomile, flowers... ugh. You allowed yourself to slip further into his embrace, noting the sudden warmth now connected to your side, Luke. They were warmer than the demon brothers, who were slightly cool to the touch. 

Solomon watched from a couple feet away, his eyes filled with want as he stared into the empty spot at your other side. Eventually, he gave in, sinking into your familiar warmth. 

Despite not spending nearly as much time here as you did the House of Lamentation, this place felt just as much like home as the other.  

After a moment of comfortable, admittedly warm silence, Simeon pulled away, his delicate hands resting upon your shoulders, a smile gracing his angelic features. “I have no doubts you’re exhausted. We already have a place for you to sleep, how about we get you set up so you can get some good, undisturbed, rest?” 

“That sounds heavenly.” You sighed, finally realizing how heavy your eyelids were. 

He let out a soft laugh, brushing his hand against your cheek. “Well, we try. Solomon, if you don’t mind, can you take them over to their bed area? Luke and I will get them a cup of tea ready.” He and Luke pulled away from you, as did Solomon, who slowly nodded. “Sorry, almost fell asleep on you there.” he giggled, squinting at you. “I can’t stay up as late as I did before, being immortal takes its toll. Come on.” He nodded toward down the hall, making his way through the house with you hot on his tail.  

“Luke and Simeon were overjoyed when they heard you were coming.” He said, his slippers making soft patting noises on the hard flooring. “So am I. I feel like we never hang out outside of studying. Maybe I can steal you away for a while, who knows?” He trailed his index finger along the wall, eventually stopping at a series of doors. “They decided to set up your sleeping arrangement in my room. Feel free to freshen up in the bathroom, you can sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch, unless you’re open to the idea of sharing a bed.” He paused, appraising your reaction.  

You felt your face heat up, the tips of your ears becoming hot as you laughed, shaking your head as you stared at the floor. “You’ve been spending too much time with Asmo, I swear.” You set your bag by the sofa. 

“Well, I’ve only known him for a few centuries, I wouldn’t say too long. So... was that a yes?”  

“Solomon, I’m not taking your bed, I’m the guest, I’m sleeping on the sofa.” You shook your head, sitting down on the sofa, taking one of the throw pillows and placing it beneath your head. 

“Well then, I guess we’re sharing the couch. I’m not sleeping on the bed either. As you said, you’re the guest, and you came here to feel comfortable.” He clambered onto the couch as well, humming triumphantly at you as Luke and Simeon both entered the room, a few cups of warm “sleepy time” tea in hand.  

“This should get you nice and sleepy if you weren’t already, or at least calm you down.” Simeon placed two of the steaming cups onto the coffee table, placing coasters beneath them. “Be careful, it’s really hot.”  

You made a mental note of now Luke’s cup wasn’t steaming, and he in fact had his other hand wrapped around the cup. Simeon definitely cooled it down for him, how sweet. 

“Thank you, again. I know it’s a pain, but like you said, they get overwhelming sometimes.” You stared into your cup, the honey-colored liquid reflecting back yourself, someone who had gone through many big events and changes since you arrived in the Devildom. Someone who had died, come back to life, went through many death threats from various demons, including those closest to you.  

And yet, a lot of the time, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Despite how unforgiving it is for humans, it’s oddly comforting.  

“Really, MC, it’s no problem. Even in the celestial realm they were a bit much at times.” Simeon leaned down, planting a goodnight kiss on your forehead. “Now, you should get some rest. Don’t let Solomon be too mean to you.” he teased, giving your cheek a gentle pat before both he and Luke left the room, shutting the door behind them.  

Solomon dipped his finger into his tea, muttering a quiet spell into the liquid, in a tongue you didn’t recognize. It must have been a spell he hadn’t taught you yet. “What’d you do to it?” You quirked a brow, watching as he chugged the cup down.  

“I turned it into gin.” He smirked, looking up at you through his frosted lashes. 

“Solomon!” 

“Just kidding, I cooled it down. Want me to do the same for you.?” he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, clearing his throat a little.  

“Sure, if you don’t mind.” You scooted your cup of tea out to him. He dipped the very tip of his finger into the piping hot contents of the cup, muttering the same, soft, incantation before pulling his hand away. “Alright, should be fine, test it.”  

You carefully picked up the cup, tipping it up just enough to touch the liquid to your lips. “It’s perfect.” Somehow, he’d gotten it to the perfect temperature. You took a long sip, savoring the lightly sweet, floral, drink. It slid down your throat smoothly, warming your body just enough to be oh so satisfying.  

“I’m glad.” He idly watched you drink your tea, playing with a piece of loose thread in one of the cushions of the sofa, thinking of his next words. “I’m not supposed to say this, but Simeon’s making pancakes tomorrow morning because you decided to stay over. Don’t say anything to like, though. He’ll go feral; you know how much he loves Simeon’s pancakes.” He let his eyes stray, slowly beginning to stare straight through you.  

He was knocked out from his daze when you set your cup down. He shook it off, grabbing both of the cups. “I’ll take these to the kitchen; you get comfy on the bed.” He smiled, the little dark circles underneath his blueish brown eyes, which showed up very prominently on his pale skin. 

‘nice try, old man.’ 

He made a graceful exit from the room, but you couldn’t help but notice how he hobbled slightly. Damn, how had had he fallen on his ass? 

You pulled your D.D.D from your pocket, half-expecting a flurry of texts and calls from the brothers. All you were met with, however, was a few stray texts from Diavolo and Barbatos, briefly letting you know that the driver was there, or asking if you’d gotten there safely. You assured them you had, setting your phone in your bag. 

Solomon returned a minute later, quirking an icy brow.  

“...Damn you, Solomon.” You feigned annoyance as you climbed onto the bed, slipping beneath the covers. “I’m not having you sleeping on the couch, either. Come here.” 

“Roger.” 

♥ 

You awoke to the sweet scent of pancakes wafting through the air, and the weight of Solomon sliding off the bed. You let out a soft groan, rolling over onto your back and staring at the ceiling. It was so relaxing to not be woken up by Mammon bursting through your door, so nice to not hear someone screaming downstairs.  

“Good morning, sleepy head. You slept like a rock last night.” The sorcerer chuckled, turning his back to you as he took off his shirt, swapping it out for a fresh one. Right, today was a weekend, nobody had school.  

“H... wha?...” You moaned, the feeling of sleep slipping through your fingers as you slowly sat up, still not entirely able to tell if this was a dream or not.  

“I got up a few times, and let me tell you, you didn’t move at all. You must’ve been really tired.” He grabbed a pair of pants and some boxers and whisked himself off to the bathroom, leaving you in a blurry daze. 

You rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the fog clouding your mind. Oh right, you snuck out without telling the brothers anything.  

You groggily got out of bed, feeling both the most well-rested yet the most tired you’d ever been in your life. You quickly changed, trying to finish up before Solomon came out of the bathroom.  

Hesitantly, you picked up your phone. Surprisingly, though, you only had 13 texts. Which may seem like a lot, but... all of the brothers texted once or twice, Lucifer told them to give you some space in the group chat, messaged you that he was sorry for any discomfort they may have caused, and that seemed to be that. Sure, they moped, but you didn’t get any calls, no texts, after that.  

With that off your chest there wasn’t a lot to worry about anymore. No upset brothers, just mildly tickled demon men, which you could live with.  

“I’m back, let’s get to the dining room.” Solomon stood by the doorway, bowing his head lightly, motioning you into the hallway. You followed along, with all the lights on, you were fully able to take in the vivid and rich paintings lining the walls. 

Upon entering the dining room, you see Simeon being the perfect malewife, I mean being very helpful. 

He’s setting the table, a large plate of pancakes in the center, with plates for everyone in their respective places, your plate was placed between him and Luke.  

Luke was also being helpful, bringing out a carton of milk and juice, setting cups and silverware next to everyone’s plates. It was obvious he was trying to contain his excitement, his lips were pursed, barely suppressing the grin that lay beneath his attempt at a calm façade.  

“Breakfast is served!” Simeon said in his melodic voice, his tone wafting through the air the same as the smell of the pancakes. A gentle smile graced his features as he eyed you up and down, tilting his head. “I heard you slept well?” 

“I slept great, I hope you did, too... even though I did wake you up to stay over.” You smiled in return, earning a blush from the angel. 

“MC! You have to come over more often! I mean, please come over more often!” Luke took his place at the table, looking absolutely thrilled. 

His favorite people all in the same room, with his favorite food, all in a good mood. Nothing could beat this moment, right here.  

You, Solomon, and Simeon all sat in your respective places, chatting while peacefully chowing down on the awesome breakfast that Simeon had made. You let them all know about the texts you’d seen, and they were happy to hear that the brothers at least agreed to give you some space for the time being.  

“It’s really peaceful here” you remarked, shoveling a forkful of pancake into your mouth. 

“Yes, I do think it’s peaceful here, for the most part. After all, including you, the house does have eight people. That’s a lot of people all at once, and including you, we only have four, so really, we’re just less crowded. And I do admit, some of the brothers are crazy in the mornings.” Simeon laughed, covering his mouth.  

“This is really good, Simeon.” Solomon leaned an elbow on the table, sending you all a little grin. “I think I should make breakfast tomorrow morning. It’s only fair, you and Luke already cooked, so I think I should take over tomorrow. After all, I’ve been looking at this new recipe for w-” 

“NO! NO CHANCE IN... I mean...” Simeon cleared his throat, nearly choking on his bite of pancake. “Luke and I are more than happy to cook, it's our hobby, after all” He smiled. “There’s really no need to overwork yourself, Solomon.” 

“Oh no, I insist. You really should look at this recipe, Simeon. I think adding my own twist would make it taste better, though.” Solomon took a swig of juice. 

“Your food is really, really... special. I just don’t think our stomachs are used to how good it is, so-” Simeon started, only to be cut off by Luke. 

“You suck at cooking-” 

“Luke!-” 

“Sorry! It just slipped out! Not even Beel can eat It, though!” 

You couldn’t help but put your head in your hands and laugh, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. And the worst part? You knew Solomon was aware how awful his cooking was. He just didn’t care. 

“I’m sorry, Solomon, but he’s right. I think there’s a 50/50 chance that you either die or become immortal when someone eats your cooking” You gave the sorcerer a playful glance, who winked in return.  

♥ 

Apparently Simeon gets the most motivation in the mornings. 

He invited you to shoot some ideas back and forth for one of his up-and-coming books. This mostly consisted of you attempting to teach him how the hell to run the “word” program on his computer, which he so kindly got from one of Leviathan’s suggestions. 

He’s still amazed that it turns on. 

But imagine his fucking shock when you boot up Microsoft word. His eyes go wide and he started exploring all of the options. 

Every single one of them. 

He knew what a lot of them were, the font options, alignment, things like that, but what the hell are ‘wingdings? 

“Simeon, those are pretty much colorless emojis but for a Microsoft word document, you don’t need those to write. Those are for like, flyers, and pamphlets, y’know?” You pointed back to the ‘home’ tab, but he stayed on the ‘insert’ tab. 

“How do I get these on my D.D.D? I haven’t seen these emojis on my phone.” He began to browse through them, littering his document with hearts, cartoon spider webs, smiley faces, everything under the sun. 

“You can’t, Simeon, I’ll show you those later, let’s just start with the ideas.” You put your hand over his, directing him back to the ‘home’ tab. His shoulders slumped a little, yet he nodded. “You’re right, I need to actually start.”  

For a while, the two of you just snacked and had drinks while he bounced different novel ideas off you, listening to your opinions on different plot ideas. 

Eventually, he pulled out a notebook and laid his head in your lap, tapping a pen against his lips. “Now, what are some good side character names? I’m running low on names I haven’t used before.” He clicked the pen against his temple, scribbling on the corner of the page to make sure it worked.  

“How about... Elyssa?” 

“Oh, that’s a good one! Like... a high elven princess, I can see her being this regal figure, morally grey.” He kicked one leg onto the other, humming softly as he jotted the name down.  

“Harris.” 

“I’ve used that one before.” 

“Uh... Astrophel!” 

“That one, too.” 

“Vivian” 

“Okay, okay, that’s good, I don’t have any ideas for her, but I’m sure some will come eventually.” 

“Ezra.” 

“I like that!” 

This went on for who knows how long. Sometimes he would just set his notebook down while you idly raked your hands through his hair, trying to think of more names after you ran out. 

♥ 

Next was baking with Luke, apparently, Barbatos had “assigned” him lemon meringue cookies, and Luke would be damned if he failed an assignment from one of his mentors.  

He pulled out four eggs, turning to glance at you. “Do you know how to separate the whites from the yolks?” 

“yeah-” 

“Do NOT separate them with your fingers! Because if you do, the oils from your fingers-” he wiggled his fingers in the air “-will keep the proteins from whipping up in the egg whites! Because fat keeps things from whipping up unless it is fat based. That’s why we wiped the mixing bowl with lemon, because it’s acidic, and cuts away any remaining fat in the bowl!” 

You were vaguely aware of this, but hey, why not let the kid have his fun being smarter than you? 

“Yes, Sir Luke!” You saluted, taking the eggs delicately in your hands. “And I’ll make sure to crack them in a separate bowl so I don’t get any shells in them, either.” You assured, pulling out another, smaller, bowl. You cracked them over the sink, saving the yolk for later and putting the egg white into the other bowl.  

“I’ll get started on the syrup.” You heard Luke working on the stove behind you, humming a soft little tune to himself as he focused. You appraised the egg whites, carefully placing them into the mixing bowl after you picked out any shells remaining. “What now?” 

“Start the mixer on medium, and add in this when it gets foamy, catch!” he tossed you a small plastic container of a white, powdery, substance. ‘Cream of tartar’, the label read.  

“How much do I put in?”  

“Only a teeny tiny bit, ¼th of a teaspoon, there should be a spoon for it inside the 1/2th.” 

“Roger that.” You did as told, deciding to muse the kid “so, what’s this for?” 

“Oh, cream of tartar is to stabilize the egg whites! After a certain point, egg whites can get too whipped and deflate! So, when you add...” you tuned him out as you eyed the egg whites, watching them get foamy, then as they grew in volume. 

“It’s awesome you know all of this, Luke, it’s really impressive.” You turned back to glance at him, to see his face bright red.  

“You think so, MC?... I don’t know what to say...” He stared at his shows. “Thank you, it means a lot that you think I’m smart, and not just some dumb little kid.” 

“Of course, I don’t think you’re just some dumb kid, Luke. You’re in direct contact with Michael, after all. I know he’d only ever choose the best angels to help him.” You ruffled his hair. “I like how you appreciate the little things, like how you really like Simeon’s pancakes, and how you won’t say it, but you actually don’t mind demons. They’re nicer than you thought, huh?”  

“...Yeah. They are. I like Beel. He's scary sometimes, but I know he cares about his family, kind of like how I care about you and Simeon. I think of you all as family.” He sniveled, looking up at you and wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, quivering smile tugging at his lips. “You’re the best family I could ask for.” 

Who knew an angel with such a sweet tooth could be sweeter than what he bakes? 

After calming Luke back down, which apparently, he’s a happy crier sometimes, the two of you got back to work. 

He picked up the boiling pot of sugar syrup and you helped slowly pour it in while the egg whites were still mixing. “It won’t scramble, don’t worry!” he stated proudly as he drizzled in more of the syrup. 

Slowly, the egg whites in the bowl became stiffer and glossier until the entirety of the syrup was in the mixer. Then, you both added yellow food coloring and lemon extract.  

The oven, preheated to 225 degrees Fahrenheit, or 80 degrees Celsius, was then ready for the freshly piped meringue, in perfect, crimped peaks.  

They turned out amazing after a few hours, the lemon flavor bursting through the foamy sugar like a delightfully sour surprise. 

♥ 

Lastly, you decided to join Solomon in his room to study, which was fun, to say the least.  

He knows how to have fun while also keeping you engaged, playfully casting harmless spells on you, having you taste-test potions with short-term effects. 

“Now, add the chopped bits of the poison fire coral to the cauldron. That’s right, good.” He guided your hand with the scoop toward the cauldron, directing you carefully.  

“Is it supposed to do that?” The liquid inside the pot began to spurt and sparkle, sending little bits of flame flying toward you both. He didn’t flinch as they landed on his bare skin, dissipating instantly.  

“Perfectly normal, just stay calm.” he checked his watch, seemingly counting the seconds. 

“and... twelve! See, it stopped!” He gestured to the cauldron, which did indeed, cease with the whole ‘spewing fire’ thing.  

“Now, try it.” He dipped a glass spoon into the shiny, bright red, liquid, holding it close to your lips. It burned your nose lightly when you sniffed it, not really having a smell, just kind of burning. 

“Isn’t poison fire coral deadly?” 

“Oh, very, but this potion neutralizes it. Trust me, I use it all the time.”  

Hesitantly, you sipped the smooth, slightly thick, potion from the spoon. It sent shooting pain down your throat, as if a million fire and were crawling up and down your innards. “Oh, my gods, that hurts!” 

“Just wait a second.” 

Sure enough, the pain went away as soon as it came. “What did that even do besides hurt me?” 

“Blow me.”  

“WHAT? SOLOMON!” 

“No, I mean like, blow air at me!”  

You let out a puff of air through your lips. A bright reddish orange flame spewed from your delicate lips, reaching out to lick his cheek, like the hand of a deadly yet seductive mistress. The fire caressed his skin lightly, not daring to light his hair aflame. In fact, he seemed unphased by it, as if it wasn’t warm whatsoever.  

“I can breathe fire?!” 

“Kind of. Try to blow on your hand.” He instructed. 

You did as he said, noticing that the flame felt slightly cool, an exact parallel of what you’d felt in your throat moments earlier.  

“It only lasts for a little bit, only about 30 minutes. I have an antidote, if you’d like one.”  

“As long as it can’t catch anything on fire, I’m fine with having this for 30 minutes, count me in!” As you excitedly talk, little bursts of flame expelled from your lips, wisping past your hair.  

He chuckled, leaning on his arm. “You know...” he shook his head “I quit befriending mortals because so many of them die whenever you’re super close to them. Yet oddly enough, I can’t stop myself from being close to you. You’re like trying to resist... gee, I’ll say, you’re like trying to resist sin itself. But I’d say you’re the best sin out there.” He stared into your eyes. “Damn you for being a human. I might just have to turn you immortal with me.” 

♥ 

Back at the house, before you’d woken up, Mammon ran to Lucifer, freaking the hell out, waving your note in his hand like a madman. “MC!... Lucifer, bro, it’s MC, th-they ran away, a-and... they said they ran away but I don’t believe it because why the hell do they need to run away they just said that needed to go to Purgatory Hall for a break but why wouldn’t they just tell us?! And Lucifer we’ve gotta go lookin’ for them becasue only dad knows where the hell they are now! What if someone just wrote like them? There are a lotta people in the Devildom who would kill to hurt or take them and I’m worried and...” He sucked in a breath of air, choking on his sobs. 

Lucifer furrowed his brows, snatching the note from Mammon, going over the note a few times. “I’m calling a family meeting to see if anybody knows about this. We will contact Lord Diavolo if there is reason, but we don’t have suspicion to believe that they were captured. Here, seem like you need it.” Lucifer offered Mammon a sip of his water, who just shook his head. 

Dammit, why was he so bothered by this? Why did it rub him the wrong way? Was he sick in the head or something for assuming that was where you’d gone? Or was it a normal reaction? Either way, he just... he had to know you were safe. Regardless of if you probably were, as your first man, it’s his duty to know you’re safe. 

Everyone gathered in the living room, half worried sick, the other half of the brothers not really surprised at all.  

“First order of business.” Lucifer folded his hands neatly on his lap. “I did hear MC awake last night, they walked out of their room, I know that. I heard them. But I need to know if any of you saw them leave, and if they were alone.” 

All of the brothers stayed silent and still, all but Belphie, who quietly raised his hand. “I saw them leave.” 

“And you didn’t stop them?! What if they get hurt?!” Mammon exclaimed, “are ya crazy?!” 

Belphie shook his head “no, I didn’t stop them. They were checking their phone when I saw them. I was trying to get Beel back to our room. I saw one of Lord Diavolo’s cars out the window. I think they’re fine. They had a bag and everything. I really do think they just got overwhelmed.” He curled up on the sofa like a cat, laying his head on his arms. 

“Oh.” Mammon stopped having what appeared to be a heart attack, shiveling as he wiped up his tears. “Well... so... they’re fine? I was worryin’ over nothin’?” 

Nobody responded to him as Lucifer drew his phone from his pocket. “I’ll call Lord Diavolo just to double check, but thank you, Belphie.”  

“yeah.” 

Lucifer dialed up Diavolo, who answered right away. “Hello, Lord Diavolo? You’re on speaker. My brothers and I would like to know if you had a car pick up MC last night.” 

The demon prince’s giggle came clear through the phone, a failed attempt at stifling his glee “I won’t tell, Lucifer. I’ve been sworn to secrecy~” 

“So, I’m guessing that’s a yes?” Lucifer rubbed his temples with a quiet yet exasperated sigh. 

“...You see right through me, Lucifer! Yes, you’ve caught me.” He pouted. 

“Understood, I will inform my brothers to not contact MC until further notice, thank you for the explanation, have a nice day. Goodbye.”  

“...So, they’re fine.” Mammon put a hand on his chest, taking a deep breath. “Okay then. I don’t, how will I keep myself entertained?” 

“Figure it out yourself, I’m taking a nice long nap with a body pillow.” 

“I think I’m gonna go to Hell’s kitchen. 

“I’m taking a self care day!” 

“I’ll update MC on the book I’m reading when they return.” 

“I’ll get some good manga for MC to read when they get back!” 

“...I might go to the casino.” 

“Mammon, I will string you up if you dare go within 500 feet of a facility that inhibits gambling.” 

[ji-yaaan]

Anonymous asked:

Hello! I like your blog and the little comments here and there makes me laugh at times hehe ^^ May I request headcanons for Vil, Leona, Mal, and Floyd reactions and what they'll do to reconcile w/ the reader after a very hearted argument to which Reader may have said "I hate you" before storming out. Would they wait for a bit? A few days or hours? Or would they be upfront with their apology immediately? Reader also apologizes at the end, crying slightly if that's okay. If you notice me, thanks! 

°•°•𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞?•°•°•

HC's with: Leona, Vil, Floyd, and Malleus.

Note: Ofc, I was late yet again. Pls forgive me dear sir... And ofc tumblr hates me so it won't cooperate! Drafts got deleted 3 times.... so if it somehow becomes inconsistent... I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE! STONE ME GENTLY! anyways, i hope you enjoy this, actually no, I beg that you enjoy this?! Idk lololololololololol.

[𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚍? 𝙸𝚍𝚔 𝚕𝚘𝚕]

°•°•°•𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧 •°•°•°

“I HATE YOU!” with bits of tears in your eyes, you slammed the door shut behind you leaving Leona dumbfounded all by himself.

You hate him?You hate him!?!? Is that like for real??? He’ll scratch the back of his head in shame of pushing things too far to the point you were in tears.

But what can he do? His pride caught the best of him and he acted rash in the heat of the moment. This prideful lion just doesn’t know when to shut up smh.ಥ‿ಥ

He’ll try to remember when did everything started to go wrong, but he'll just get more and more guilty the more he thinks about it.

“Tchhhh... I messed up big time...”

It's not his style to give up easily, but his mind was set in a frenzy the moment he thinks about you leaving him.

A day without you started to become dull and boring the moment he grew fond of you. So it somehow became a habit of his to constantly seek you unconsciously. Whether it's a whiff of your scent, your voice ringing in the hallways, even the sound of your footsteps is something he could easily recognize.

But now that the two of you fought, this lion will find any way possible to avoid you seeing him.

Yeah... it will probably take a while for him to apologize...(꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

But when the time does come, expect Leona to prepare a simple yet sincere apology.

“Oi herbivore... Sorry about the other day ok? I missed my pillow for a while now...I lose...”

Simple yet sincere :') The prideful arrogant lion somehow learned to apologize despite his ego way ahead of him. He can't stand the thought of loosing you ok? (｡•́︿•̀｡)

°•°•°•°•𝙑𝙞𝙡 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙩•°•°•°•°•

“VIL STOP IT! I hate this! I hate everything! I hate you!” you quickly ran away to the door as vil stood in his spot stupefied.

You hate him? You hate the Vil Schoenheit himself?Then so be it...

Vil is basically pissed and angry™. Moreover, you had the guts and audacity to tell him you hate him. His pride was shattered in front of him. And he's not happy about that (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

Nope. Nah. Never. He's not apologizing anytime sooner now. He'll be waiting for that spicy well deserved apology you have for him...

He'll try his best to avoid you and give you the sassy cold shoulder treatment™. It will probably last for a few days or maybe a week. He has his pride y’know?

Not until he hears a muffled sob in the hallways and realized it was your voice. You looked visibly upset and sad as you cried your heart out, all alone in the empty hallways.

Oh no... What did he do? Was his nagging that bad? Did he take it too far with the makeovers? Guilt ate his soul away as he tried to sort out his thoughts with the clear image of your crying face embedded in his mind.

“Okay... Maybe I did take it a little too far...”

Making up his mind, Vil will try to make everything set for tomorrow and apologize to you to fix this feud  you both have. ( ╹▽╹ )

When classes are over and the two of you finally get to be alone, Vil will try to straighten this misunderstanding now! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

“Hey Y/n I just want to tell you... I'm sorry.” “Vil I'm so sorry for the other day!-”

The both of you stared at each other with shock... Did the both of you just say sorry at the same time?

“Pfffttttt-” The both of you laugh from how hilarious this moment was. It felt as if the fight you had didn't happened at all. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

“Y/n I'm sorry... I took it too far with what I do without asking your opinion first...”

“Yeah... I'm sorry I lashed out at you too... That was petty...”

Vil will definitely make a million dollar once in a lifetime seen smile, so you better treasure this rare sight!!!(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

“No more fighting, okay? ”

•°•°•°•°•𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙙 𝙇𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙝•°•°•°•°•°

“Floyd I hate you!” you slammed your way out of the table, running away from Floyd.

Angering Floyd was not the brightest Idea in the book. His infamous “bad moods” was not something anyone would like to experience. But somehow, he was really pushy and annoying today and you were fed up with it.

“Ahhhh~ Koebi-chan hates me now? what do I do?”

Thankfully, Floyd wasn’t really angry, though he was sad and heart broken that his favorite person said they hated him.(╥╭╮╥)

Floyd is an impulsive boi, so he might secretly follow you to see your face or something lol.

Ofc, Knowing Floyd, he’d definitely skip classes and skip his job at the Mostro Lounge  due to his mood swings. Ofc, a certain octoboi wasn’t really happy with this.

Azul will probs tell Jade to help out his brother or something, lol Azul be secretly worrying for the two of you loooool.

However, with the help of Jade, the mushroom eel himself, he can guide his brother to make up with you!!!

Thank god mushroom eel is here to save the day! ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)

A fight with Floyd won’t really last long. Because Floyd being Floyd, he’ll naturally come to you like nothing ever happened! That’s why you have to be patient and understanding when it comes to Floyd ok?

With the biggest hug from behind you. There was a cute eel boi that has come to ambush you with love!

“Shrimppy! Don’t avoid meeee! I miss you so much so hang out with me at the Mostro Lounge againnn!”

Floyd is not really good with his words nor his apologies. Though, his blunt and honest demeanor is definitely one of his charming points!!!! (☆▽☆)

“Shrimpy! I have some takoyaki with me! let’s share them together ok?!”

Ugh, Floyd is too cute... It would be a capital sin to not forgive him and decline his offer! Tsk I’m watching you, you better accept that apology!

•°•°•°•𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖•°•°•°

“MALLEUS I HATE YOU!”

Shock. Pure shock. You hate him? The last thing Malleus wants is to hurt your feelings. In his eyes, humans are delicate and vulnerable beings, so he tries his best to protect you and treat you with utter delicacy. Yet it seems as if he failed to do that...

Just before you slam the door behind you and escape this fight, a hand grabs your wrist in attempts to stop you. Nonetheless you still make your way out, leaving Malleus standing there alone.

Malleus was deeply hurt and sorry for making you sad and angry. His heart was shattered with the thought of you leaving him, someone who made their way this close to his heart, someone he cherishes deeply.

But this fight wont really last long because Malmal would definitely try and apologize as quickly as possible!(ᓀ˵▾˵ᓂ)

Malleus is the soft type of person and I feel like he’d give up easily if it was you lol.(｡•́︿•̀｡)

Even if his apology was heard but not accepted, he’d gladly say his sorry no matter how much time and patience it will take, just for you to forgive him.༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

He’ll try to give you and Hour or two to clear your mind, then he’ll apologize!

Standing in front of your room, he’ll knock lightly at the door in front of him... No answer... So you’re still mad huh?

Leaning his forehead at the door, He’ll try to talk to you in hope for you to come out of your room. But nahhh, no signs of you leaving your room soo (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

He’ll mutter apologies after another just in case you hear them :’D

“Y/n I’m sorry for hurting your feelings earlier... that was rash of me to say, so I truly apologize... I hope my feelings reach you.”

Hearing his voice, it would prolly sound as if he’s ready to cry any moment by now. You’d be a monster if you don’t forgive this fae cutie!!!(┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

When you finally come out of the door to see him. I bet you he’s moment away from his tear dripping down. Ó╭╮Ò

“You’re not mad now right? Then is it fine to ask if we eat some ice cream later?”

You bet that Malleus would give you the biggest  cheeriest grin in the entire world! oh the things you keep doing to him never surprises him. Pls dont leave this cinnamon roll or else-

That's it cuties! I need to sleep now- my classes are thriving, but I'm not!!!

God, school stuff are taking away my precious freedom and time for writing smh.

Oh god, I'm ranting again... What's new? AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Anyways, I need to woosh now and I hope you enjoyed this one!!!

[h2bakugou]

Hi Lev, just checking in on you^^ take all the time you need, mental health is very important and I dont think any of us mind waiting for you to feel better. You don't owe us anything, and it'ds better when you write feeling your best than when you aren't feeling it. Take care of yourself in the meantime❤

hi hun! thank you for this, i feel like ive taken so long to do really anything, I've tried writing shorts, little drabbles but i always find myself leaving them as just that, drafts, currently though, I'm trying to power through whatever spell I've been in for what seems like forever with a fic based off of some jjk fanart i saw.

if and when (i'm determined to write this fic whether it kills me or not) i would love to post it on here, i think the best option for me is just sporadic posts when i have the time and energy to write a piece.

things have beenso busy and it feels like i rarely get time to myself anymore, daily tasks and things i enjoy feel like chores and writing has sadly become one of those things. as much as i enjoy working and spending time with my friends, i feel like i have no time to myself, i often seclude myself in my room and try to enjoy what little time i feel like i have.

i think it's just a part of working on myself, and i think I've been getting slightly better, but there is still plenty of room for improvement, i still want to pursue writing, and eventually do something with it, even if i publish a little book for shits and giggles just to have some tangible that i can hold and flip through and look at and remind myself that 'hey, i did that. i made that' and feel proud about.

you guys have genuinely given me so much confidence in myself, writing allows me to showcase parts of me that i feel are weird or that the average person wouldn't understand, i get to embrace every part of me in a way that helps me.

but enough of the sappy shit, i promise I'm feeling better, and when h2bakugou finally returns full force, we're gonna be unstoppable :)

thank you, for all of your patience, love, and support, you truly have no idea how much it means to me, and how encouraging it is. you all truly keep me moving forward when i feel like quitting. thank you.

<3, lev

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VALERIE - Part IV. (Harry Styles)

hello loves!! thank you so much for the feedbacks on the previous part, i love to see your thoughts at reactions so please keep them coming for the upcoming parts as well! i was informed that the posts weren’t showing up under the hashtags bc i had an extrernal link to the spotify playlist, so that won’t be available in the next parts, but you’ll always be able to find it in the masterpost if you’d like to give it a listen! those were the songs i listened to while writing the story! now, i dont want to keep you up any longer, here is part 4, one of my personal favs, and im excitedly waiting for your feedbacks on the post! have a wonderful reading!

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SERIES MASTERPOST

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Valerie is curiously watching her dad work on the portable bed they’ve brought over for the night, her little hands clutching onto Rosa’s shirt as she is telling you all about the list she has made for you. It’s not a long one, but you try to focus on every word she says, making sure you won’t mess anything up.

“I put an X behind the important ones,” she explains pointing at the paper and you nod, eyes roaming down on the few X’s on the list. “The other ones are just suggestions, things I thought you should know.

“Got it,” you nod again, biting into your bottom lip. Bath time, feeding, sleep time, everything is covered in the list and you’re happy she even mentioned the smallest details. Some things might be natural for her as she’s been doing it for months, but it’s your first time completely alone with a baby. You surely don’t want to mess this up, especially because you want her to trust you and let you look after Valerie more often. They deserve a break now and then.

Steven finishes the bed and backs out a few stuffed animals along with two blankets into it, making it look cozy and familiar for Val.

“But most importantly,” Rosa starts and you look her in the eyes. “Call us anytime if you need help or want us to take her home, and I mean it.”

“Not gonna happen,” you shake your head, earning a sigh from your sister.

“Y/N, I’m serious. We are thankful for the help, but it’s not your duty, alright? Just call us anytime, really.”

Nodding your head you flash a smile at her, knowing well nothing on Earth is gonna make you call them tonight. Okay, maybe there are some cases when you would call, but those are quite unlikely to happen.

She hands Valerie over who curiously eyes you before grabbing a handful of your shirt and making herself busy with the fabric.

“It’s gonna be fine. Have a great night, you deserve it,” you smile at them. Steven straightens up and curls an arm around Rosa’s waist as they watch Val in awe, clearly a little worried they are gonna spend an entire night without her, but you can tell they also can’t wait for some alone time.

“Alright, we should get going,” Rosa sighs and stepping closer she kisses Valerie’s head and then your cheek as well. “Have fun with your aunty! We’ll be back for you in the morning, Sweetie.”

She runs her hand over her little head and Valerie smiles at her happily, completely oblivious to what’s really happening. The joys of being just a baby!

Steven says goodbye to her as well and you all head to the door. 

“So, we’ll be here around eight, she is usually up by six. Do you want us to pick her up sooner?” Rosa asks standing at the front door.

“Sooner? I was about to tell you to sleep a little longer, you don’t have to come so early.”

“But we don’t want to take away your whole day, you need to rest too,” Steven explains, worry all over his face.

“Stop worrying about me, I’ll be fine. Just enjoy your night off! Come on, I’m throwing you guys out, time for the sleepover to start,” you tell them, shushing them out the door. 

It takes some time to finally get them to leave, but they eventually do. Then it’s just the two of you, alone for the first time.

“Ready for your first sleepover, Val?” you ask her, standing in the hallway of your apartment. She just stares back at you, saliva drooling from her mouth but even that looks cute on her. “Alright, let’s do this.”

You braced yourself for the worst. Thought about all the possibilities how the evening would go, but you hoped they wouldn't become reality. Unfortunately, baby Valerie had different plans for the two of you.

The first hour goes by fine. You feed her, have a little play time, reading her favorite book to her, but slowly, you notice her losing interest in anything and everything. Soon enough, you see her face distort into a grimace and a few moments later she starts crying and it’s straight downhill from there. 

Nothing can get her to stop. No food, no toy, absolutely nothing. You clown around, trying everything that pops into your mind that would calm her down, but it doesn’t seem like she is about to stop anytime soon. 

You start to panic. Rosa told you how fussy she is because of her teeth coming, but you didn’t think it would be this bad. When she’s been crying for an entire hour straight, for a split second, you think about calling Rosa. 

“No, not gonna do that,” you say, while Val is still screaming in your arms. “Valerie, what do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you, I promise! Just please stop crying!” you whine desperately, but, no surprise, no answer comes from the screaming babe in your arms, just more tears, puffy eyes and red cheeks from all the crying she’s been doing.

Trying to rock her into calmness you are moving around in the apartment when you hear your phone ringing. You instantly think it’s gonna be Rosa, wanting to check in on you, but how are you gonna answer the call when Valeries is screaming from the top of her lungs? She’ll come to pick her up straight away, no doubt about that.

Rushing into the kitchen you are relieved to see that it’s just Harry calling you.

“It’s not the best of times, Styles,” you sigh as you answer the call and put him on the speaker, leaving the phone on the countertop, so you have both your hands free for Valerie.

“Hey, I was just-- what the fuck is happening?” he asks hearing the deadly cries of Val through the line. “Is that Valerie?”

“It is! I’m looking after her so Rosa and Steven can celebrate their anniversary, but she just wouldn’t stop crying! I don’t know what to do!” 

You’re absolutely desperate. It’s so bad you can feel your throat closing up, nearing the edge of your patience, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks, but you tell yourself only one of you can cry at a time and Val has taken that spot quite some time ago, not even giving you a moment to let loose.

“Text me your address, I’m leaving now,” he orders and you snap your head towards the phone.

“What? No, Harry--”

“Just text me the damn address, Y/N!” he barks and the line cuts off right away. 

Your desperation pairs with shock now, not knowing what to think about this short, but quite eventful conversation you just had with him. It takes you a few moments to collect your thoughts, but you end up sending him your address. 

Nothing changes in the twenty minutes while you are waiting to hear anything from Harry following your text to him. Valerie keeps crying with three seconds of pauses when she takes a few deep breaths only to start screaming once again. Aside from the headache she is causing you, it’s becoming pretty impressive how long she’s been doing it. You probably would have fainted by now, but it seems like Valerie is running on an endless battery.

“You are really making it hard for me to be a cool aunt, Val,” you mumble, the baby still in your arms as the tears keep rolling down her face. Your light grey shirt is now soaking wet, both from her tears and your sweat from the anxiety she is giving you, mixed with some other things you choose to ignore where they came from.

The doorbell makes you jump, but Valerie doesn’t even bat an eye at the sound, she just keeps going.

“You need to teach me how to have this much energy,” you mumble under your breath as you walk over to the door. 

Opening it you find yourself staring up at Harry who is wearing a brown coat, dark jeans and a black hoodie. If you had to guess what he was doing on this weekend evening you would have said he was out with friends somewhere, picking up girls, but he surely doesn’t look like he was anywhere else than his home, the clothes are hanging messily on his frame, like he just threw them on in a rush.

His green eyes look straight at you at first before moving over to the crying child in your arms. You fully expect him to say something along the lines of “this is the kind of effect you have on others” comment, but it seems like he notices the fear and despair in your eyes and he keeps his mouth shut.

“I honestly have no idea what to do,” you choke out and the tears start flowing from your eyes as well, making Harry have to deal with now two crying human beings.

“Oh my, please don’t cry, I can’t take two crying women at once,” Harry begs as he steps inside and shuts the door behind him. Turning to face you he reaches for Valerie, you hand her over to him, hoping she would magically stop the crying, but she clearly couldn’t care less.

“Why, can you take one?” you ask with a bitter chuckle as you wipe your cheeks.

“Not really,” he admits, making you smile. “So what have you tried?” he asks as he starts swaying and rocking Valerie in hopes of getting her to stop, but not even Harry’s charm stands a chance with her right now. Deep down you’re happy you weren’t the reason she got so fussy and upset, would have been pretty awkward if she stopped the moment Harry took her into his arms. 

“Literally everything,” you huff, shoulders falling forward. “I went over the list Rosa gave me, tried everything, but she wouldn’t stop. She’s teething, but this is… It seems like there might be something else maybe?” you tell him worried that something serious might be behind her behavior. You really don’t want to call and bother Rosa, but you are nearing the point where you’ll give up and ask for help.

“Maybe she needs to be changed?” Harry suggests holding her up, giving her butt a sniff, but you roll your eyes at him.

“You don’t think that was one of the first things I did? She is as clean as she could be. Maybe I should just call Rosa,” you sigh in defeat reaching for your phone but Harry snaps at you.

“No! Don’t, we can figure this out. Steven has been so excited to have a night off, we can’t ruin this for them. Come on, we have to have the slightest parenting skills and solve this without them.”

Nodding you agree with him, but you’ve completely run out of ideas.

“So what do you suggest?”

You can see the gears turning in Harry’s head as he is trying to come up with a plan, but it’s not like either of you have any experience with babies. The idea of calling Rosa is starting to burn in the back of your head, fear of failing this challenge taking over your thoughts.

Then Harry looks at you with a look that screams that he has an idea. You’re just about to ask what came into his mind when all of a sudden he starts to sing.

“Well, sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water, and I think of all the things what you’re doing and in my head I paint a picture…”

You instantly recognize Amy Whinehouse’s iconic song, the one that’s also behind Valerie’s name, you know that for sure. Rosa was obsessed with the song growing up, she would sing it on the way to school, in the shower or while making dinner. You weren’t surprised she chose this name for her first daughter.

What surprises you that Harry sings like a literal angel. He hits the notes perfectly, nailing the lines like not many can and you listen to him with parted lips, eyebrows raised. This was the last thing you expected from him, but then again, it’s not the first time Harry has surprised you through the years of knowing him.

Valerie stops for a moment, her hiccups shaking through her body as her tear-filled eyes look up to Harry, and you both think this is gonna be the moment when she finally calms down, but he doesn’t even reach the chorus before she starts crying again, a defeated sigh erupting from him.

“Maybe she wants it instrumental,” you suggest and Harry gives you one of those ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ looks as you leave to run down the hallway, right into your bedroom.

“How am I supposed to make it instru-- what the hell, Y/N?!” He gives you a weirded out look when you return with a guitar in your hands. “Since when do you play the guitar?” 

“Since like… eighth grade,” you tell him as you sit on the couch and holding the guitar on your lap you try to find the right accords. “I told you, you know nothing about me.”

Harry nods with a surprised but amazed look on his face as your fingers strum against the chords. It takes a few minutes but you figure it out and glancing up you give a questioning look to Harry.

“From the start?” you ask and he nods his head, continuously bouncing up and down to try to calm Val down.

You start playing the song and soon enough Harry joins you with the singing, the two of you perfectly nailing it even without any practice.

“Stop makin’ a fool out of me, why don’t you come on over, Valerie?”

Maybe it’s the guitar, maybe it’s the singing or maybe the fact that the song has her name in it, but by the time you reach the halfway point in the song Valerie’s crying slowly starts to fade. You instantly share a look with Harry, but don’t stop, fearing that she might start again if the music stops. 

Her tear soaked cheeks smooth out as she is not screaming anymore and you can actually see her irises finally, her long lashes are sticking together from the salty tears and you know it’s gonna take some time for her to regain her normal state, but at least the crying has stopped. 

“‘Cause since I’ve come on home, well, my body’s been a mess. And I’ve missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress…”

You tear your eyes off Valerie for a second, letting yourself wander over Harry’s features as he sings. He slightly furrows his eyebrows focusing on the lines, so his forehead has a few creases on it. His lips form the words so clearly and elegantly, you wonder how often he sings. Is it something he only does when he is on his own or he likes to perform as well? 

The only time when you heard him sing was at the bar when the two of you slayed the karaoke machine with that Avril Lavigne song. You were smashed by then, you remember that he had a nice voice but it was the last thing you paid attention to. Besides, he was kind of equally drunk as you, it was all for just fun, but now is a completely different situation. 

It’s no surprise Valerie finds his voice soothing, you’d probably stop whatever you were doing if you heard him sing. There are people with a good voice and then there are the ones that not just have a good voice but also that small something, that extra magic in them that makes you melt as their voice caress your ears. Harry is definitely the second case, for a moment you forget where you are or why he is there singing. It’s just his voice and the gentle strumming of your fingers on the chords. 

At the end of the song he starts repeating Valerie as the song slowly fades into nothing and you both stare at the little girl in his arms, clearly afraid she might start crying again. Unfortunately, your reservations become valid when you see the corners of her mouth curls down and you and Harry share a shocked look immediately.

“What else can you play?” he urges as Val whimpers in his arms, letting you know she does not appreciate that the singing has stopped. 

“Shit, shit! Um, something from ABBA?” you propose and Harry nods quickly, not even asking which song you know, so you take it as a sign that he probably knows all of them.

The first song that comes to your mind is Andante, Andante and you don’t hesitate to start playing again, just in time. Valerie was just about to start crying again, but as soon as the melody hit her little ears she calmed down and listened to it with tired looking eyes.

“Take it easy with me, please. Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze…” Harry sings the words and you can’t hold a smile back as he, once again, hits the notes just perfectly without missing a beat.

You’re convinced there’s not one person on Earth who has never heard a single Abba song, most of the population knows them by heart, but somehow you couldn’t really imagine Harry to be a person who knows the lyrics to the songs as well. But he does and sings it without messing it up even just once. It’s hard to imagine a younger version of Harry singing ABBA songs when they come on the radio, but the more you think about it the more the picture paints itself in your mind.

Valerie lays her head to Harry’s chest, stuffing her thumb into her mouth as she listens to the performance. She is probably enjoying the vibrance of his voice shaking through his chest and maybe this is what brings her the peace she’s been looking for all this time. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of them.

Harry glances at you, eyes so soft you melt under his gaze. However nerve wrecking it was to have Valerie scream for hours, she is still the cutest little thing ever as she rests her head on his chest, her long blinks giving it away she has definitely lost most of her energy. 

You don’t dare to stop the singing and playing. When you near the end of a song you quickly think of something else and whisper it over to Harry, who then gives his feedback on it with either a nod or a shake of his head. Most of the time he knows the songs you suggest so the show continues without a stop. 

Half an hour passes by when you see her eyes slowly closing. You still don’t stop though, only when Harry tries to listen to her breathing and he realizes that it was completely slowed down. She is out.

“Holy shit,” you breathe out quietly, your fingers feeling numb from the playing. You haven’t had a guitar in your hands for this long in a while, probably for years. Harry shares your relief, his throat has completely dried out and he is happy to finally breathe evenly, not just sneak a few breaths in between lines. 

“And now what?” he mouths as he is still gently swaying around with the sleeping Valerie in his arms. You put the guitar aside and check if she is for real asleep. Her long lashes are spread out on her puffy cheeks, gently snoozing into Harry’s chest as if she weren’t screaming for dear life just an hour ago. 

“Let’s put her down,” you whisper and nod at him to follow you. 

Reaching your bedroom you only switch your bedside lamp on so the light doesn’t wake her up. Pushing the stuffed animals to the side you grab the blankets and let Harry do the critical job. Leaning down he oh so slowly starts to pull her away from his chest, careful not to move too suddenly, it all feels like in those action movies when they are trying to get through the lasers without triggering the alarm. One bad move and the screaming threatens to start again and that’s the last thing you want, after all you’ve done to calm her down. 

You don’t even realize it but as you watch her little head reach the mattress you hold your breath, almost wincing upon seeing Harry’s hands slide out from under her sleeping frame. As if you wait for something to go wrong, both of you freeze for a moment, expecting her to start moving around and wake up, but she stays still. 

Eyes snapping up to Harry, you exchange a look and then you both head to the door, careful not to make any noise that can possibly shake Valerie up from her dreams.

“This was more tiring than running a marathon,” he huffs, throwing himself to the couch and you do the same next to him. 

“Have you ever run a marathon?”

“No,” he confidently answers and you look over at him with a puzzled look. “But I can imagine how tiring it is.”

You let out a chuckle, letting your eyes close for just a little bit. You haven’t even had the chance to realize how much this whole struggle with Val sucked the energy out of you, but now that you’re half lying on the couch it hits you all at once.

“I should get going,” you hear Harry mumble, clearly just as tired as you are, but he doesn’t move. 

“Mhm,” you hum, feeling yourself drift to sleep.

Neither of you moves and it doesn’t take a whole five minutes for the both of you to completely doze off.

The next time you wake up you feel an arm curled around your waist and someone is definitely pressed up against you while your back is against the back of the couch. It takes you a couple of moments and some blinking to realize it’s Harry you are all snuggled up to and the reason why you woke up is because Valerie is crying again. 

“Shit,” you mumble to yourself, mind still groggy from the sleep as you push yourself up on the couch. Just moments later Harry’s eyes flush open and you’re not sure it’s because of the crying or because you moved next to him. His arm slides off you as he looks around a little confused about his surroundings.

You don’t have the chance to think about how the two of you ended up cuddling on the couch, though it lingers in the back of your mind. Basically crawling over Harry you rush into your bedroom where Valerie is lying in her bed crying. It’s a different kind of cry, not like the one you were stuck with for hours before and you know she must be hungry.

“Ah, come on, little girl. It’s alright,” you coo at her scooping her into your arms. She immediately cuddles to your chest hiccupping against it, her little hands fisting your shirt. You leave to go to the kitchen and feed her, but just as you’re about to step out of the room you bump into Harry.

You bounce back from his chest, but his hand immediately reaches for you and grabs your arm, holding you in case you might fall back.

“Sorry,” you breathe out, thoughts still foggy a little. “She’s… hungry,” you explain, but he is standing so close to you, you can feel his body’s warmth and it instantly ignites the memory of being pressed against his side on the couch just moments ago and you can’t stop yourself from inhaling a shaky breath. 

“Let me help,” he croaks out and the two of you walk into the kitchen. Putting on her bib you hand her over to Harry who sits with her on his lap on a stoop as you get the baby food, warm it a little before joining the two of them and you slowly start feeding her.

“What time is it?” you ask realizing you have no idea how long you two have been asleep on the couch.

“It’s three am,” Harry answers before smiling down at Val. “Good job, Val!” he hums watching her take the spoon into her mouth.

You finish up feeding her, then give a try at burping her even though Rosa said it’s not necessary anymore. She just hums to herself so you head back to the bedroom, her eyes already threatening to close. By the time you put her back to the bed she is out again, so no private show is needed this time.

Walking out of the room you see Harry putting on his shoes and coat. For a split second you feel disappointed that he is leaving, but then your rational side puts you to your place. Of course he is leaving! Val is fine now, there’s no other reason for him to stay, right?

“Harry,” you softly say and he looks at you. “Can you please not tell Rosa and Steven that I needed help with Val?” you quietly ask, though there’s no doubt your eyes are practically begging him.

“No way I’ll ever admit to Steven that I sang ABBA to his child, so don’t worry about it,” he chuckles making you smile as well. 

“Thank you. And for helping me as well. I was really close to giving it up,” you admit folding your arms on your chest as Harry stands at the front door, hand on the door knob as he is looking back at you.

“No problem. Now you owe me one,” he smirks and you can’t hold yourself back from rolling your eyes.

“Sure,” you say with an airy chuckle. “Good night, Harry.”

“Good night, Y/N,” he smiles at you sweetly before opening the door and walking out. 

You take his place at the door and watch him walk down the eerily quiet hallway. He turns back to you one last time waving in your way and you nod back smiling before he disappears around the corner.

Closing the door you lean your back against it, taking a deep breath. Your eyes wander over to the couch where you and Harry were sleeping not so long ago. The feeling of his arm around you is still burned into your mind and you breathe in shakily as a memory snaps into your head of the exact same thing, only years earlier.

You lied almost exactly like that in his hotel room that night. His strong arms wrapped around you as you had your head laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat that was slightly faster than the normal. Though you were still quite drunk, this feeling imprinted into your memories, because you felt so safe with him. Like nothing could ever hurt you if he was there with you.

Unfortunately, that feeling faded into nothing when you woke up in the morning quite fast. But this time, instead of disappointment and disgust, the only thing you still feel is the emptiness at the lack of his touch. 

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Some writing advice for fic writers:

First, I write. I know how hard it is, BUT there’s a limit to my patience with some things.

1. Don’t write Racist undertones (i.e. “Her skin was as pale as the moon. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.”). STOP STOP STOP STOP.

2. AVOID BASIC SPELLING ERRORS (I’m not talking about non-native English speakers. Their errors tend to be grammatical and I never judge them because they’re doing their best.) I have a genuine question for people who’s fics contain these. WHAT ARE YOU USING TO WRITE YOUR GODDAMN WORK?

Word, Google docs, Grammarly. They’re all free and will catch basic spelling errors for you. You don’t even need a beta right away.

3. Don’t make your Paragraphs too long. Go read a book. How long are the paragraphs? Where are the breaks? When I have a question about novel formatting a lot of times I just grab the nearest one and see how it was formatted.

4. Don’t Use descriptors instead of names. (i.e. ‘the brunette’ or the egregious ‘pinkette’) I’m definitely guilty of this one in my early stuff, but readers HATE it. And I’ve found that my writing flows better without them, anyway.

5. Don’t write characters with mental/physical disabilities unless you’ve actually researched them. And I’m not talking about looking up the symptoms. Go find accounts of people with those disabilities explaining them. It’s always best to hear from someone who has actually experienced what your character will experience.

I even research my own disabilities because my characters have a different environment than I do which could affect whatever they’re experiencing. I swear I have seen some of the most ableist bs in fics just because someone clearly has no idea what they were talking about.

6. DONT WRITE YOUR WHOLE FIC IN LOWERCASE WTF.

7. Basic writing stuff:

“Spoken dialogue should be in quotes,” I said.

Remember, EVERYTHING, including punctuation, should be within the quotation marks.

An inner monologue should be italicized, I thought.

This creates a clear distinction between dialogue and thoughts.

There should always be a space after a period. (i.e. ._They)

The first letter in a sentence is capitalized.

The first letter of a name (i.e. Saara) is capitalized.

The first letter of any proper noun (i.e. Names, Places, Days of the week, Institutions, etc.) is capitalized.

An apostrophe ‘s’ indicates possession (i.e. Saara’s blog)

8. Their, there, and they’re.

Their is possessive (i.e. It was their bike).

There is either ‘a place that is not here’ (i.e. I need to go there).

Or

There can be a pronoun meaning ‘it is the case that’ (i.e. There is no question that he did it)

They’re is just a combination of ‘they are’ (i.e. They’re going to eat)

9. Two, too, to

Two is the number two (i.e. #2)

Too means ‘also’ or ‘in addition to’ (i.e. You can’t go alone, so I’m going too)

To can be used with an infinitive verb, like ‘to sleep’ (i.e. I’m going to sleep in my room). It can also be used as a preposition that means ‘toward’ (i.e. I’m going to the store).

10. Your vs. you’re

Your is possessive (i.e. it’s your phone).

You’re is a combination of ‘you are’ (i.e. You’re going to do it).

Specifics for Japanese media:

1. Do not use honorifics if you don’t know how they work. You can google which ones are appropriate in which situations, but if you don’t want to, you’re better off not writing them in.

2. Don’t use romaji without double checking the spelling. Something might sound different than it’s actually spelled. I do not speak Japanese but even I have seen SO many basic spelling errors where the author was writing by ear.

3. Learn a character’s first name. When you’re writing from their POV, it’s weird to refer to them by their last name. Also pay attention to how other characters refer to them in canon. What honorifics do their teachers use vs. their classmates? Do they use their given name, surname, or a nickname? Stuff like that.

Anywho, go off with your writing and lemme know if u have questions!