#i have a friend who is practically like faust

[feisaru]

So would Jedidiah be considered a Faust kin or...?

[child0feden]

LOVE IN MY DARK HEART

bård “ faust ” eithun x reader

- general dating headcanons for bård!

my favourite drummer boy! reader is slightly referenced to be shorter than bård because i think a majority of people are but if you are not, i am super sorry! this is kind of a bit throuple-y with vegard but not really <3

- view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: the moors of death by urgehal - death to planet earth by craft

- bård really gives me the vibe of someone who would just be absolutely obsessed with his partner, no one else matters to him except you!

✩ like he is just so obsessed with you and quite literally everything you do…

- applying your lipstick? or chapstick? he is watching you like a hawk with such obvious love and admiration swirling around in his big brown eyes

✩ your freshly applied lip cosmetic does not last very long before he is making a complete mess out of it with his own lips pressed against yours, most of the pigmented lipstick transfers from your lips onto his own which makes you chuckle quietly before quickly grabbing a makeup wipe to help him clean it off

“ get this shit off of me, please… love you ” ( he swears he hates your lipstick but whenever he has been making out with you in helvete and someone points out the residue on his lips, he smirks so big, wearing it almost like a mark of pride )

- painting your nails? he is giving you his own slightly shy but honest opinion on what colour to do them and spoiler alert: it is almost always black or crimson red

✩ he just loves his partner so much… he loves everything about you, everything you do and everything you say…

- some of his friends might give him flack for being so obviously smitten with you but he takes one look over at you and it is like, how could he not be smitten with you?

✩ so he really never lets those comments get to him, he knows you are worth being smitten for, knows you are worth obsessing over

- bård absolutely loves when you come to his band practices for emperor with him, he always gently pulls you by your hands to make you sit on his lap and hold his can of coke whilst he plays the drums, his hands drifting up your thighs between short breaks and lips pressing soft kisses on your shoulder

✩ you probably become very close with vegard and tomas! the four of you almost always going out to grab take out together after a concert, you wearing your boyfriends leather jacket, their corpse paint smudged beyond belief as you offer to fix it up for them whilst waiting on your food

- dare i say you and bård have even had a couple half drunk threesomes with vegard? vegard is kind of the only other person bård would trust to treat you right in bed, to treat you as well as he himself does

✩ but anyways… let us just move on from that for now…

- whenever you are anywhere with bård, you are almost guaranteed to be sitting comfortably on his lap with one of his hands drawing an assortment of patterns on your back whilst the other rests on your thigh as he talks to your shared group of friends about upcoming concerts

✩ bård is not super into really crazy pda but when in helvete, he will gladly make out with you! he feels comfortable in helvete, feels comfortable with how quiet the store usually is, quiet when it comes to people anyways! bård is a little more reserved when out and about on the streets of oslo but he will always have at least one hand somewhere on your body wether it be his hand holding yours tightly or an arm wrapped around you with his hand holding your shoulder or hip

- because bård is so much taller than you, you likely have to stand up on your tippy toes and he has to bend down quite a bit just to be able to kiss properly which becomes just a little bit annoying for the both of you at times

✩ this is why he prefers to make out with you in helvete because there, he can just help you up to sit atop the counter, making it much less of a stretch for both you and him

- whenever øystein sees this happening, he is always overly peeved, feeling like he has to beat you both away with a broom because you will “ scare off his customers ” as if worse things do not happen in the grimy basement…

✩ bård always just throws a small yet almost sly smirk in his direction before simply helping you down and motioning you over to his slightly more secluded little corner

- bård is certainly very possessive of you! whenever you are at a concert together and he sees someone eyeing you a little too much for his liking, he is quick to make it known to them that you are all his, albeit a little nervously

✩ usually he does this by getting very grabby with you or just tilting your face up to him by your chin and shoving his tongue into your mouth, sloppy open mouth making out right in their line of sight, bård gets a major boost of confidence when jealous and possessive…

- by the time you are done and he looks up, he finds that the person is long gone, much to his relief!

✩ you guys have so many pictures together that were taken in photo booths! they almost completely cover the fridge door in your shared apartment

- most of them are very sweet, sharing soft kisses, lips pressed together with your hand gently holding his blushing cheek and some of them are slightly risqué, his hands pulling your shirt up to reveal your lacey bra to the camera just as it flashes with a cheeky grin on his face whilst you laugh up a storm… you briefly forget that the pictures are printed on the outside, where anyone walking by could see them… it is only then that you smack him on the shoulder and quickly leave the booth to grab the strip of pictures

✩ more often than not, you are the one who paints his face for him!

- you will straddle his lap, forcing him to keep his hands on your hips because you do not want to mess it up over him grabbing your ass or squeezing your hips…

✩ bård is always impressed by how much better his corpse paint turns out when you do it and soon enough, vegard is asking you if you’d be able to do his before emperor concerts too

- bård is not an insanely romantic person but for you, he really tries his best!

✩ he takes you on a date whenever he can afford it with the small pay checks he receives, usually just taking you shopping for whatever you want to buy and then walking around a local cemetery, hand in hand as you talk quietly about music and movies, before sitting down on one of the wood benches as you smother him in kisses as a thank you

- he really pretends to just be so irritated but anyone with working eyes can see he is so obviously actually loving the affection from you

“ okay… yes, baby, i know, you’re welcome… your lipstick is all over my face, i know it… ” ( it is indeed all over his face )

✩ whenever you get really drunk at a party or concert, bård will gladly carry you home on his back whilst pausing every now and again to let you off and hold your hair back as you vomit…

- you love watching horror movies together! wether it be cuddled up in his little corner in helvete or curled up in bed at your shared apartment

✩ bård is really eerily quiet whilst watching them but his hand is usually playing with your hair, gently twirling it around his fingers which usually lulls you to sleep in his arms

- i just know bård is so loud in bed, he is not at all afraid to make his pleasure known… when you two first got together, he was definitely way more on the shy and insecure side about it but after a while, after he fully realised that you like it when he moans, he does not hold back anymore…

✩ your neighbours hate the two of you so much and have absolutely filed a noise complaint due to the near constant blaring black metal music and loud moaning ringing out through their walls whenever you’re home

- bård claims they are obviously jealous and hey, he is probably right! he just thinks they are jealous that he has such a beautiful partner who he gets to bone all night <3

[fanfictionstuff]

Can I request a jealous Mephisto x reader? Whenever he is being a bit possessive when another guy talk to reader^^

Hello! I hope this is okay :)

 You’re heading towards Mephisto’s office when someone calls out to you. “______, how are you?”  A young man around your age grins brightly at you, a new teacher employed by True Cross Academy. You wrack your brain, trying to remember the man’s name. “Tanaka-sensei.” You nod kindly to him, unable to remember the given name he had requested you call him by.

“Please, call me Kenzo. You’re not one of my students.”

“Right, Kenzo. I’m good, how are you?”

“Great! I was wondering if you have some time this evening?”

Time for what? “I’m actually heading to the headmaster’s office to drop off some important documents.”

Kenzo’s eyes drop to the rather thick envelope in your hands. “I can wait for you.” He offers, assuming it’d be a quick drop-off. “Maybe we could see a movie? I heard there’s a new movie that’s just come out tonight.” 

A voice from down the hall interrupts, causing you to glance towards the demon king, who smiles despite his clenched teeth. “_____, Tanaka-sensei,” he says, emphasizing your given name. “You know, workplace romance is frowned upon,” he declares theatrically, shaking his head in feigned disapproval.

“Sir Faust! Good evening. It’s not like that. I hoped we could watch a movie together as friends.” Tanaka looks at you anxiously, hoping you’ll support him. Neither of you wants to put your careers at risk, right? As a new teacher, he cannot afford any negative marks on his record. 

The faux grin drops, “Is that so?”

“Sir Faust, I have some important paperwork for you.” You raise the file, trying to divert his focus from the poor man beside you. Of course, it doesn’t work in your, nor his, favor.

“Sir Faust?” Mephisto raises a brow at you; honestly, you could slap the demon king at this moment. “Since when do you call me Sir Faust?” 

Kenzo watches in confusion. Do you have a relationship with the headmaster?

Mephisto turns his attention back to the new teacher. "I must say, your boldness in pursuing my dear ______ is quite commendable. However, I must warn you, treading in these waters may lead to unexpected depths."

Kenzo stutters, surprised by Mephisto's remarks. "I-I apologize if I offended you, Sir Faust. I was only suggesting a friendly outing.” He swallows nervously, aware of the implicit threat in Mephisto's caution. “I meant no harm," he stutters, stepping back.

Mephisto's smile widens, revealing a hint of his sharp canines. "No harm done... for now." He casually waves his hand, sending Kenzo practically scurrying away, anxious to escape the headmaster's unsettling presence.

As Kenzo rounds the corner, you face Mephisto, a look of exasperation on your face as you move closer to him. "Mephisto, you didn't need to scare him like that. Kenzo is just a nice guy looking to make friends," you scold.  

Mephisto chuckles quietly, sending chills down your spine as he looks at you with an amused glint in his forest green eyes. "My dear _______, you need to realize that not everyone approaches you with genuine motives. I just had to remind our enthusiastic new teacher about the boundaries he should respect." 

You let out a sigh, knowing Mephisto's words hold some truth; yet, his possessiveness still annoys you. "I can manage on my own, you know," you reply, arms crossed over your chest. 

"Of course, my love," Mephisto replies smoothly, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. "But a little reminder now and then never hurts." 

Before you can reply, Mephisto moves in closer, his captivating gaze fixed on yours. "Shall we continue our discussion in a more private setting, my dear?" he proposes, his tone suggestive.

[devourable]

☹ the alt kids

sfw | tags : poly!nb!yans x gn reader (only prn used for reader is ‘you’), obsessive thoughts, slight manipulation, mentions of drinking

listen,,, i know melchior / nb demon yan beat these three in the poll but im itching to write about them. this goes out to my friend who wants to get piped by faust + lolita anon. love yall mmmmwah

also for reference, faust is they/he, delta is they/them, and anton is he/she/they !

please rb to support me 🫶

the alt kids were notorious for seeking out club newbies to play with. it was just something they did.

there was just something so adorable about the way someone totally out of their element dipping their toes into their scene! and the three had made it clear that fresh meat was off limits to anyone but them.

it was a simple cycle — someone new would enter the club, they'd swoop in and show them a good time, take them home at the end of the night if they're lucky, and repeat.

they thought it'd be no different when you came along, but...

oh, how wrong they were.

see, faust could practically feel the inexperience dripping off of you the moment you entered the nightclub.

all on your own, your eyes wide as you took in the flashing lights and loud music, the way you cautiously stepped around the sea of dancing bodies in attempt to find some place you could fit in comfortably? definitely another cute little freshie that'd soon join their ranks.

but faust didn't account for the zip of heat that ran through his body when you and him locked eyes from across the club. he didn't expect the unfamiliar feeling of his heart racing, a feeling only comparable to how he felt when he saw his partners — but why was it so much stronger? and when you offered up a shy little smile and averted your gaze, it damn near knocked him back.

who were you?

they had no clue, but they knew one thing. they needed to leave this club with you at the end of the night.

so faust all but ran to your side, appearing by you before you had even noticed their approach. god, you were even cuter up close... the way you looked up at them made their heart want to leap from their chest!

but they kept their cool. faust introduced themself, commenting on how they noticed you from across the bar and how they couldn't just let a sightly little thing like you venture around all on your own. the club could be so intimidating for newcomers — dangerous, even! but you didn't have a thing to worry about with them by your side.

they loved how demure you were, how you held your heating face when he complimented you, how you tried to wave off their advances but seemed to enjoy it just a bit too much to wave them off. were you intimidated by them? or… did you like them back? they wish they knew!

so you joined them, and accompanied them to the bar.

it was there you met one of their partners — a startlingly tall, reserved goth. you saw him well before you even got to the bar! between the major size difference, her icy gaze, and seemingly disinterested demeanor, it was safe to say you were intimidated. so you were incredibly surprised when faust strutted right up to them, pressed a kiss to his cheek, and waved you over to meet her. and it surprised you even further when they took one of your hands in theirs, pressed a kiss to your knuckles, and introduced themself after studying you silently.

unbeknownst to you and faust, anton was feeling that same intense fire in his chest that faust got when they first looked at you. he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over your attire as you gave your name in turn.

you were so small compared to him. as was most other people, but… it was strangely endearing when he looked down at you. it’d be so easy to just scoop you up, wouldn’t it? and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it. he kept those thoughts to himself, but they flickered across his mind every time you came enough for him to take in the difference in your sizes.

the pair bought you drinks, got you a nice seat and showered you in attention. chatting you up, complimenting you, practically treating you like you were part of their polycule already. though they never mentioned it, faust and anton knew they had the same feelings towards you. the intense desire to just… have you. and not just for the night, either. you were so much more than all of their previous flings.

then delta came along. petite, sly delta who liked to play coy when it came to those they were interested in. they had pretended to be too busy dancing the entire time before joining their partners and you at the bar, but they were watching. and after witnessing how their boyfriends were all over you for so long, they had to join in. what were you doing to them?

they walked up to the three of you, pointedly looked you up and down, and… they understood in an instant. man, you were a looker! and even sweeter than the usual folk the three would usually play around with. they easily invited themself to the conversation, taking a seat right on faust’s lap and stuck up a chat with you as if they had been there the entire time.

they loved how flustered you were, so overwhelmed by all the attention the three were now pouring onto you. and despite your overstimulation, you were trying so hard to talk to them all anyway. you clearly had no clue what to do, poor thing… they had no choice but to take the lead for you!

“wanna dance? ..no? that’s fine~ let’s get another drink!”

“it’s so loud in here. let’s go somewhere quieter, yeah? i wanna hear that pretty voice more clearly.”

“aww, you wanna leave? you can sober up at our place! it’d be dumb if you got a ticket you could’a avoided.”

“you’ll stay the night with us, won’t you, darling? we’d hate for you to leave us so soon.”

[tcustodisart]

What are some cute moments that occur throughout the different acts that aren’t necessarily in the game but live in your head rent free?

Oh, this one is going to be a long answer, because there's a lot of squatters in my head and there's a lot to be unleashed. Let's start with this doodle with the boys playing lanceboard at camp and continue under the cut. Lots of cringe and brainrot incoming, so brace yourself.

Act 1:

Connie is constantly bickering with Astarion over him stealing his journal. Gale suggest to cast arcane lock on it, but Connie knows it won't stop that gremlin from reading it so why bother.

This sad pile of rugs is where I imagine Connie sleeps in Act 1. Additional Astarion line: "Damn darling, you live like this?"

During the first romance scene Connie tells Shart about his family, about how he and his brother know the city inside and out, about his parents and the tavern they run, about the trap incident. It's the most he talked to someone who wasn't his family or his crow in years. He wishes that night would never end.

Connie sends letters to his family via Faust, he stops after entering Underdark.

Act 2:

I mentioned it before that Connie is not taking the Shadow Curse very well. He misses the sun, misses the grass, he's unable to contact his family, Shart has distanced herself from him. Karlach notices it and tries to cheer him up. They end up having long talks almost every night. That's the moment their friendship evolves from just friends to besties.

When Connie finds the second warding bond ring, he wishes he could give the other one to Shadowheart, but finds the moment inappropriate. He ends up giving her the ring at the beginning of Act 3.

Act 3:

I have a lot of stuff for this act.

This is inspired by one of Jaheira's lines: "'The Cub and the Crow'- sounds like a cautionary tale. As it probably should." Connie draws her a mock up cover for a kids book. Jaheira sticks it to the traveling chest (I mostly store food there, so to me traveling chest = fridge).

Connie goes through a serious breakdown at the start of this act (after a companion is abducted), he ends up crying and saying that for the first time he doesn't believe they're going to make it, that he'll never hug his mom, never hear his brother sing again, won't be able to tell his step dad that he saw Darkmaw the Wicked. He's being comforted first by Jaheira and then by the rest of his party.

His favorite armor gets damaged one time, he's very upset about it. But the next morning he finds it magically repaired (Astarion fixed it, from the start of Act 3 they become besties).

This wip that I'm very slowly working on happens during act 3. Connie makes some flower crowns and talks about how his mom taught him to do that. I'm not going to say more, because I really want to finish that comic.

Connie has a deal with Popper that he'll pay him double for every night orchid he finds (I actually did that in game, I bantered him more money for the flower than he asked for, I love that little guy so much).

This one is more funny than cute but when Connecticut Tav was younger and still lived in Baldur's Gate he used to visit Sharess's Caress pretty regularly because it was the best way to practice drawing people. He really enjoyed talking with the workers there, he eventually convinced them that maybe creating an union isn't such a bad idea. He ended up being banned from entering the brothel because of that. So when the party approaches it to meet Voss, he's very nervous that the owner will remember him (she does). There's a dialogue in my head but it would work better with some visuals, so maybe one time I'm going to draw it.

In my head, the cottage they end up living in is Connie's old hunting hut. So after the conversation with Shadowheart about her plans for after defeating the brain, he suggest that it would be the perfect place to go. He then draws the house to show her how it looks like, tells her that it's surrounded by a forest, there's a lake nearby, a small stable that can be turned into a barn if needed, and that he's not sure about the quality of the soil, but he did grow some herbs there, so maybe it's going to be good enough to grow flowers.

At the end of the game Connie decides to stay in Baldur's Gate for a while to help his family fix their tavern (which was heavily damaged). He tells Shart to go the house I mentioned before, because he wants her to start her new life as soon as possible + because it would be better for her parents. He stealthily puts his journal in her stuff with a note attached to it saying that he finished it this morning and she can read it if she wants to. He also gives her Faust so she can write him letters whenever she wants to. After 2 tendays he arrives at the cottage with some gifts (night orchid bulbs and a pamphlet about how to take care of them, there was supposed to be another gift, but he wasn't able to find it just yet, but that's for another story).

Epilogue party (because I'm that insane):

It's been sitting in my wips for more than two months, so I don't know if I'll be able to finish it. But during the party Connie and Shadowheart take 10 minute brake to visit the place from the first romance scene. They have a very similar conversation like before, but their roles are reversed now - It's Connie asking questions about Shart's current life. "Tell me something about yourself, but no tadpoles, weird artifacts, petty goddesses. Something about you."

[rebeccasteventaylor]

There’s a particular background character in Mission Impossible I’m fascinated by.

It’s the woman in Fallout who nods encouragingly at Ethan as he’s about to jump out of the window.

I imagine she - let’s call her Caroline - has always been fascinated by spies. She watched all the Bond movies (her favourite is Dalton). She devoured Spooks. She longed to be a spy - but didn’t know how to become one. So she settled down into her nice quiet office job and her nice quiet life and daydreamed of being a spy.

By the time MI6 and MI5 recruit openly, she’s too old. She thinks it’s too late.

Then one day a man comes running through her office. She’s seen enough movies to know he’s talking to someone on comms, and she thinks - this is one of them, isn’t it? An actual spy, right here.

She looks at him as he perches on the edge of the window, unsure what to do. Her instinct tells her he is one of the good guys.

She nods encouragingly.

I have faith in you. You can do this.

He nods back.

Thank you.

Then he jumps. She runs to the window to watch him run. He obviously landed badly but he’s still going. She watches until he’s out of sight.

The next day she quits her office job and sets up a private surveillance and investigation agency.

Her friends all try to dissuade her. She’s too old, too untrained, too ordinary to do this. But she is determined. If he can jump out of a window, she can do this.

And it turns out, she’s rather good. No-one pays any attention to grey haired middle aged women. She practically invisible. If she gets caught she just acts all confused. She takes self-defence classes, but she’s finds out many bad guys immediately back off when a schoolteacher voice tells them to stop messing about and behave.

After six months she hires Vicky. Vicky is 72, tall and skinny. She likes to pretend to not understand her mobile phone in public. In private she hacks into government agencies and leaves rude messages.

Caroline installs Vicky in the corner of the office with six monitors, a huge coffee machine and a complete box set of Led Zeppelin.

One night, as they lounge in the office and sip brandy, Vicky points out how many of their clients are actual spies who just don’t trust their agencies.

‘MI5 keep asking me to work for them. I always refuse,’ Caroline says. ‘We’re getting a reputation as people who won’t tell the government what we’re doing and I’d like to keep that.’

‘In that case,’ Vicky says, ‘we might want to hire someone who knows these agencies, but has no reason to trust them. Someone they’ve disavowed. Like this woman.’ And Vicky hands Caroline Ilsa Faust’s file.

Ilsa joins them on a strictly case-by-case, freelance basis. Caroline understands that urge to be free of all ties. But it’s through Ilsa she finally finds out who the man who jumped from the window is.

Ethan Hunt.

And with him - Benji Dunn, Luther Stickell. Caroline tasks Vicky with keeping an eye on them. Make their path smoother, if possible, without letting them know. It’s Vicky who lets them know the CIA will be hunting them at Abu Dhabi. And it’s Caroline who tells Ilsa where she can find Ethan and his team.

It’s Benji who lets Caroline know Ilsa is dead. Through encrypted messages, one of a list of ‘let them know’ Ilsa had left behind.

It’s the first time Caroline has lost someone. And now she understands - this is her world now.

A few weeks later, two men come into her grubby little office in Enfield. She manages to hold down her gasp when she sees them.

Ethan Hunt and Benji Dunn.

‘We’ve heard you may be able to help us,’ Ethan said, then takes a closer look at Caroline. ‘Have we met?’

‘You were jumping out of a window,’ she says.

‘That doesn’t narrow it down,’ Benji says, going over to look at Vicky’s set up. He’s impressed.

‘I remember,’ Ethan says. ‘You were very encouraging. I didn’t realise you were…’ he waves his hand around at the little spy agency.

‘I wasn’t, then. You inspired me.’

‘Yes, he does that,’ Benji calls out.

Ethan studies her for a moment.

‘It’s been a difficult time. I’m not sure who I can trust right now.’

‘You can trust me,’ she says.

He smiles.

‘Yes, I knew that the minute you encouraged me to jump out of a window. Tell me - how are you at finding submarines?’

[loosesodamarble]

Hello, I was the one who requested a few Nacht head canons that you wrote recently. I loved them so I'm here with one more request. It's a very long one so you can ignore it or take as much time as you want. So here it goes: How would the magic knight squads react if they find out one of their members has a crush on Nacht? How would things play out after that.

Oh my! Welcome back then, Anon! Glad you enjoyed them, despite their timing.

….......

Black Bulls

Everyone would have to pause and go "our Nacht Faust?"

And you'd have to confirm "yes, our Nacht Faust. As if there are any others."

Half the squad would bust out in hysterics.

The other half would be dead silent from shock.

Remember, Nacht's first impression with several members was... poor. To say the least. So hearing that you liked Nacht was an experience for everyone.

Asta and Yami are the first ones to cheer you and Nacht on though.

Followed by the likes of Noelle, Henry ("Henry, don't change the floor plans so their room are together. HENRY WAIT!"), Grey, and Gordon.

Vanessa and Finral would be down to set you and Nacht up on a date. And they'd throw in a makeover free of charge!

Gimodelo and the other devils are very excited to see Nacht get all romantic. They just want their master to be happy!

Don't be surprised if the Bulls start calling you to dinner later than the rest of them and doing the same to Nacht so you both are force to sit with each other at the only empty seats.

And there would be other schemes to keep you two in close proximity.

Really, the whole squad just wants to support their squadmates and friends in the very normal endeavor of starting a relationship.

Golden Dawn

William does his best to show a polite amount of interest in your crush. After Nacht's key role in the Spade Invasion, William feels he owes a debt to that man.

And William thinks that he can repay the debt by setting Nacht up with you since you've taken an interest in him.

At best, William offers you opportunities to visit in the Black Bulls' base (delivering paperwork or parcels) if you want to see Nacht in person.

David is the nosiest of the squad and will ask all the details. How you first met Nacht, when you started liking him, do you plan on confessing, etc.

You might start hanging around Yuno if you weren't already close with him. You know, to ask about Nacht's appearances at any vice captain meetings.

Blue Rose Knights

SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP!

The ladies of the Blue Rose Knights are going to have your back if they find out about your crush on Nacht.

First Charlotte is blushing over Yami and now you for Nacht? It's like the squads are destined for something greater together!

The other squad members will insist that you and Charlotte have a double date with Nacht and Yami. Let your loves bloom together~!

It actually works out relatively well.

You keep Charlotte from panicking around Yami and in turn, Charlotte gives you plenty of openings to initiate conversation with Nacht.

And don't worry. Charlotte will shut down any egregious meddling from the squad.

Like say, locking you and Nacht in a closet without your grimoires so Nacht can't just shadow out of there.

Puli, the brains behind Operation Get the Devil (Host)'s Heart, is going to contrive of a lot of ridiculous scenarios though... Good luck.

Crimson Lion Kings

Nacht puts Fuegoleon on edge. His practices and demeanor aren't ideal in Fuegoleon's eyes but as a loyal Knight of Clover, Nacht is at least decent.

Fuegoleon warmly encourages you in pursuing Nacht. But he also warns you not to get too distracted.

"I don't have any romantic experiences to speak of but adding to your personal life is sure to give you more to fight for as a Knight."

It's just a nice way of saying that getting a boyfriend might improve your morale for work.../lh

Leopold doesn't know Nacht at all but he'd very willing to be your wingman by dragging you along to the Bulls' base when he goes to visit Asta.

I'm sure if you asked, Randall might bring your name up at a vice captain meeting and gauge Nacht's response.

Don't let Mereoleona catch you waffling on your feeling for too long. If she thinks you're being coward about your crush, then her hand might be forced and you'll find yourself doing volcano training alongside Nacht.

I say not in the sense that Mereo has an interest in romance, let alone others' romances, but I honestly think she'd get pissed off to know that a member of the Crimson Lions is being a coward about anything.

Other members of the squad would generally support you and urge you to do your best with getting Nacht's attention.

Silver Eagles

To me, the Silver Eagles are a squad wherein the members largely keep to themselves. It's mostly polite conversation with a bit of gossip from the noble circles.

Most of the Silver Eagles wouldn't pay much attention to your love life, if I'm to be honest.

However, they are an elitist squad (or at least that's their vibe) and with devil possession being Forbidden Magic, some might raise a brow at your crush.

"Even if he's a vice captain, that Faust man can't be anything but trouble. Especially if he's a Bull."

If Nozel hears of your crush, he'll have mixed opinions.

His opinion of devils and devil hosts is abysmally low due to his own history but Nacht proved himself a worthy ally and so not a horrible pick.

Nozel's bad at showing it but he does wish the best for you in your romance with Nacht. You are a member of his squad after all.

Like Fuegoleon, Nozel warns you not to let your infatuation get in the way of work.

Aqua Deers

The Aqua Deer has the vibe of being some free-spirited folks. Not so much as the Green Mantises or Black Bulls, but with a captain as young as Rill, the squad has learned to be able to accept anything.

"Following the captain's example and falling hard for someone, are we?" some will joke with you.

If you can catch Rill during his free time, he two of you could have a heart-to-heart and help each other sort through your crushes.

"Love can happen so suddenly, can't it?" Rill remarks. "Like bolt of lightning or like throwing a palette at an easel! It's bold and messy and scary too! But that's what makes it so amazing, huh?"

I imagine Fragil being a bit of a romantic so she might have some advice based on a romance novel or dating advice column if you went to her. But that's just what I think of her.

Coral Peacocks

Dorothy will be poking her nose into the business of your crush. No ifs, ands, or buts about it!

She's a bit of a gossip. So uh... prepare for Yami finding out via her loose lips.

In her sparse free time, Dorothy will encourage you to practice confessing to Nacht in her Glamour World.

Only to turn on you and tease you with her imaginary versions of Nacht.

This gif of Shouto form BNHA:

Dorothy creates a Nacht version of that to tease you. Good luck.

Kirsch will give you advice on how to be "beautiful" for Nacht to fall in love with you.

Green Praying Mantis

The folks in the Green Mantis squad are largely commoners. They're casual and a little wild.

So I'd imagine some of the more interested parties placing bets on how long it'll take for you to confess or maybe even betting on how you confess.

Some of the members might mention that Jack might've known Nacht in the past but going to him earns you the threat of being sliced apart (Jack being twin blind will be a sore spot for him from now on. No, this isn't relevant but I'm saying my piece.)

I dunno why but the Green Mantis squad gives off the vibes of inviting you and Nacht to a bar to let the alcohol break down your walls.

(Although if you're not a drinker of alcohol, that plan is a bust.)

The squad members would probably go out of their way to mess with the Black Bulls to get Nacht's attention for you.

Which... you might be thankful for the support or you might be horrified by their "plan."

They mean well, really.

Purple Orcas

All I can really say for the Purple Orcas is that Kaiser and her wife would be more than happy to give their insight on starting and maintaining a loving partnership.

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𝗂 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 | 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟥

—Zeke Yeager x Reader | NSFW

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: Now - You invite Zeke to sneak into your room after dark. Then - fourteen-year-old Zeke is visited by the green monster of envy.

❖ click table of contents for full list of tags, CWs, and chapters. 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖽𝗇𝗂 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐/𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗀𝖾.

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Chapter 3: Zeke

Now

Zeke sits across from you in the cozy dining room of your parents’ apartment, the rich aroma of vegetable pot pie filling the air. Your parents flank you on either side, and your mother appears to have pulled out the nice cream-colored tablecloth for dinner, the one he recalls she likes to spare for her most favored guests.

“Your grandparents must be beside themselves. How long will you be gone, Zeke?” Dr. Faust asks.

The information about his mission to Paradis is strictly confidential, of course. You glance up at him through your lashes, clearly curious about how he’ll respond. But the Marleyan brass have provided him with plausible covers for exactly this purpose.

“Oh, no more than a few months,” Zeke says smoothly.

He meets your gaze, hoping for a flicker of emotion—surprise, irritation, anything. But you’re too practiced, turning away to focus on your dinner. The slightest hint of a smirk touches your lips as you roll a carrot from your crust and cut it in half with your fork.

Your mother sighs, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. “A few months? Well, don’t forget to visit when you’re back. It’s a shame Stella doesn’t have more friends around the house these days. With all her work she’s hardly at home anymore.”

She shoots her daughter a pointed look, and though her tone is light, Zeke can tell it’s a frequent point of contention in the household from the way you react. Your fork pauses in mid-air, half a piece of carrot falling from the tines back onto your plate, and your brow furrows just slightly before you smooths your expression.

“Mom, I’m perfectly content with the number of social calls I’ve been receiving,” you say evenly.

“Well, I just worry about you, sweetheart. You’re in your late twenties now, and you’re still so focused on work,” your mother fusses. “When do you plan to relax? Meet someone nice? Give your poor mother the grandchildren I’ve been dreaming of.”

You nearly choke on that carrot. “Mom. It’s taken me this long just to get through med school and residency. I’m not gonna give it all up now.”

Zeke can’t help but find thrill in your discomfort, but it’s tainted when your mother is the one doing it. It needs to be him , drawing out those awkward shifts in your seat, those flustered looks. He leans back, glancing over at your father, who looks torn between agreement and an unspoken wish to avoid the topic entirely. Seeing his chance, Zeke jumps in.

“Stella doesn’t need to rush into anything,” he says, catching your eye. “She’s beautiful enough to have any man chasing after her, and she’s got all the time she needs.”

Your mother beams at him, and Zeke catches the hint of a blush creeping up your neck. There it is, that gorgeous darkening of your flesh that he’s been longing for since that session in your office. You take a sip of water, attempting to hide your embarrassment, but he can tell he’s hit his mark.

“Ah, Zeke, you always did have such a way with words,” your mother says, patting you on the arm. “Zeke thinks you’re lovely, darling! If only he could be a permanent part of the family, hmm? He’d make a wonderful son-in-law.”

She gives a wistful sigh, clearly picturing it. Zeke taps your foot with his own and relishes in your deepening blush. Your fork clinks against your plate, and you clear your throat.

“Mom, please,” you mutter, drawing your foot out of reach beneath the table.

“Come now, darling. You two practically grew up together. It’s just nice to imagine, is all,” your mother says. “And Zeke’s such a gentleman. Maybe he could give you a few pointers on, you know, loosening up.”

You look like you wish you could disintegrate on the spot, but Zeke can’t resist the opportunity to stoke the fire.

“Actually, Mrs. Faust, I’d be more than happy to help her with that.” He leans forward, grinning openly at you. “In fact, I’d say she’s already made some progress.”

Although you’ve clearly been trying to avoid his gaze, you shoot him a furious glare at that. Another thrill shoots through him, this time pure and raw. He wants to drag you back to your dark little bedroom and steal kisses from your pouty mouth until you’re bent over backwards for him again.

“See? I just knew you’d bring out the best in her, Zeke.”

Dr. Faust coughs into his napkin, finally managing a soft, “Dear, perhaps we should let Stella find her own way.”

You barely wait until your father has stopped talking before standing, your forced smile flickering. “Well, it’s been… lovely. But Zeke has to go now. Busy schedule and all.”

Your tone is firm, making it clear as day that this is not up for debate. Zeke allows himself to be tugged out of his chair and toward the door. Your mother looks mildly disappointed, your father relieved, but neither of them argues as you all but drag him into the hall.

As soon as the door closes behind you, Zeke snickers. “Couldn’t wait to get me out of there, huh?”

You don’t dignify that with a response, your heels clicking briskly as you head for the stairwell. He trails behind as you descend the narrow, dimly-lit stairs and emerge outside. The night air is warm and thick, the remnants of summer hanging on despite the late hour.

“Grandchildren, huh?” he remarks, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Your mom seems set on it. Should I be flattered.”

“You know how I feel about that,” you snap, leveling him with another glare. “It’s not a choice I’d make.”

Zeke raises a brow. “Still? No children? Ever?”

“Not in a world where they’ll be hated just for being born,” you reply in a clipped tone.

The conviction in your words gives him pause. Most people he knew paid lip service to ideals, skimming along the surface of their beliefs without delving too deeply. But you had clearly thought this through. You’d committed yourself to your stance as thoroughly as any Warrior.

“You really believe that, don’t you?” he murmurs, mostly to himself.

You stiffen at his tone, as if waiting for him to undermine your reasoning, but he doesn’t. 

“What do you say you spend a little more time with me before I leave? Provided, of course, that your parents aren’t around to spoil the fun?” he says casually.

You narrow your eyes at him. “And what exactly would that entail?”

He grins, pleasantly surprised that you didn’t outright reject his suggestion. “Remember when I used to climb up to your window?”

Your lips part, your gaze dripping with skepticism. “You’re serious? You’re far too big to pull that off now.”

“Where’s your faith?” Zeke retorts, lifting his chin defiantly. “I’m still a Warrior, you know. Scaling a building’s not beyond me.”

You stare at him for a long moment, probably half-convinced he’s bluffing. Then, with a resigned sigh, you relent. “Fine. I’ll meet you up there.”

Zeke’s heart thumps against his ribcage as he watches you head back inside, shaking your head as if trying to figure out how he’d talked you into this. Once you’ve disappeared, he makes his way around to the side of the building perhaps a little quicker than he’d admit. After a quick glance to make sure no one’s around, he climbs.

His muscles coil as he pulls himself up, finding footholds in the familiar nooks he’d used as a boy. The building’s not exactly sturdy, but he’s undeterred. He’s too eager, too hungry to be alone with you within the four walls of your small bedroom. He hoists himself higher, slipping into the same old rhythm as if no time has passed at all.

Your window is still open, the way you left it, and your room is quiet and bathed in shadow. As he pulls himself over the edge of the sill, he hears the faint creak of footsteps in the hall. A moment later, you emerge from the door, slightly breathless as you closes it behind you.

“Still got it,” Zeke whispers, throwing you a lopsided smile. “Did you doubt me?”

“This is absolutely ridiculous,” you mutter, closing the distance between the two of you with a few short strides.

For a moment, he thinks he might have actually pushed you too far, and you might shove him out your window. But then, your hands come up to his chest, twisting into the fabric of his shirt, and you pull him into you. Zeke lets himself get dragged away from the window, falling onto you on your tiny bed, eager for your gentle touch. Except, you’re anything but gentle.

You open for him and delve your tongue past the seam of his lips, plucking and swirling and taking . Your fingers tighten, holding him firmly in place as you give a slow, lush roll of your body against his. Zeke strangles a moan deep in his throat, and you greedily swallow the remnants of the desperate sound slipping past his teeth.

“Quiet,” you command, and it sounds as authoritative as Magath’s barks at a fraction of the volume.

Without giving him a chance to respond, you dive back in, kissing him hard. You taste like the spicy-bitter smoke of his cigarettes and long, hazy summer days. When you dig the hard enamel of your teeth into his lip, you put your spite and your hostility behind it, but you doesn’t draw blood this time. The pain jolts straight to his cock as you roll you body again, the movement languid but far from soft.

Your hips grind against his, and Zeke thrills at the blink-and-you’ll-miss-it shiver that racks your frame when you realize he’s stiffening in his trousers. The mattress creaks quietly beneath you, and your heels clatter to the ground one by one as you maneuvers yourself fully on the bed. Zeke’s got his legs half dangling above the ground. He struggles against your firm grip, bracing himself on his forearms so he can kick off his loafers.

Once you’re both barefoot, you waste no time hauling him up on top of you. Zeke flicks his tongue against yours, shifting his weight to his knees straddling your thighs to move his hands to the front of your shirt. You make a disapproving noise in the back of your throat and grasp his wrists, yanking them off your chest and holding them in place on either side of your head.

Your message is clear. Outside, he might be in control. But in here, you’re the one calling the shots.

“This is dangerous,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak against your lips. He weaves his fingers with yours, pressing your hands into your mattress. “One word from you, my psychiatrist, and the brass could cut my life short before my five years are up.”

“Yeah, well,” you pant, pupils blown wide, “you’re just as dangerous. You sent your own parents to Paradis, Zeke.”

He growls softly and bites down on your lip, luxuriating in the way your face pinches as you try to muffle the sound of your resulting moan. “You know fuck all about that, Stel.”

Oh, you’re gonna punish him for that. Your gaze darkens up at him, and you tilt your head to sink your teeth into his neck. Zeke hisses into your ear, feeling himself twitch in his trousers.

He’s hyper aware that your room sits close to the living room, where your parents like to relax in the evenings. His own room is no better, sharing a wall with his grandparents’ bedroom. If he’d told his younger self he was going to be sneaking around like a teenager again after all these years, he would have laughed in his own face.

You rip your hands away from his and grab either side of his face to angle it further. The searing heat of your mouth devours the length of his neck, from his collarbone to the edge of his beard. Zeke buries a groan in your hair.

“So, Doctor,” he rasps. “Are we going to talk about your taste in company, or are we going to keep pretending this is strictly professional?”

You lift your head to look at him and reach one hand between your bodies to palm the bulge at the front of his trousers. “Don’t talk, Captain. You’re ruining this.”

Zeke curls in on himself, his ears ringing for a moment. Then, he arches into you, or tries to anyway. You’re already withdrawing your touch and settling your hand on his hip.

“If you don’t wanna hear me talk, give me something else to occupy my mouth,” he says with a smirk.

Your thumb digs into his flesh through his clothes. “You’re very confident. You’re sure you won’t disappoint?”

“Certain,” Zeke says, dipping down to mouth against the soft skin of your throat. “Let me taste you.”

The shadow of a moan rattles against his lips, barely more than an exhale from deep in your chest. “Ask me like you actually want it.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, the hand at his hip grounding him. “Please, let me taste you. I’ve been thinking about it for ages— shit , I need it— please .”

You thread your fingers into the hair at the back of his head and mash him deeper into your neck. He lets out a muffled sound against you and sucks hard. Your thighs clench, rubbing and sliding together under him.

“You sound like you want it too much,” you sigh. “I don’t think you deserve it.”

Zeke groans in protest and shoves his way up to look at you. “Bullshit, Doc. Don’t act like you don’t want it, too.”

“What? And have that scruff scraping and scratching down there?” you scoff, your gaze darting briefly to his beard.

“I’ll have you know oil it,” he says, indignant. “It would not ‘scrape’ or ‘scratch’.”

You huff a hint of a chuckle, grinning up at him. Your lips and your neck are flushed and bitten in a way that makes the last of his blood rush south, and he’s suddenly overtaken by the very desperate need to be touched. He tries to grind his achingly hard length down into your groin.

“Needy,” you murmur, shoving a knee between his body and yours.

With a forceful push, you shove him up and roll him onto his back before swinging a leg over his hips. Your skirt flutters with the movement, and you lift yourself up to sit just below the tent in his trousers. Zeke gapes up you, transfixed by the sway of your hair as you toss it out of your face.

“Take those damn glasses off,” you demand, pressing the heel of your palm firmly against his cock.

His hips lift of their own accord as he scrambles to fold up his glasses and set them on the bedside table. You’re undoing the flaps of his trousers, nimble fingers pulling at the buttons. Zeke’s breath comes in shallow as he watches you reach in his underwear, then it hitches as you pull his throbbing length from its confines.

The unconscious way you lick your lips with your eyes locked on his erection makes him twitch in your hand. He’s so hard it hurts, a shiny bead of white liquid already gathering at his tip. You bend forward, close enough for him to feel your breath against his heated skin, and dip your tongue into the slit to lick the precome off his dick.

“Fuck,” Zeke whispers as you wiggle your way down his legs a bit and drop your head down to hover over his cock again. “Oh, fuck.”

You take him into your mouth, slicking up his length with your spit. And then, you’re bobbing up and down, swallowing him down fast and dirty. Your tongue is molten velvet along the underside of his cock, massaging him with each stroke as you take him deeper and deeper. Zeke’s mind whites out like static when you hollow your cheeks and pause to give him one hard suck, popping off with a wet, obscene sound.

“Goddamn, your fucking mouth,” he chokes out as you sink your lips over his cock again. “Fuck—let me lick you, Stel. Please."

He half sits up and reaches for you with near-frantic hands on your waist. You squeak quietly on his dick, rhythm interrupted, but let him pivot you around carefully. Once you’re more or less facing away from him, Zeke lifts one of your legs, settling your knee over him to straddle his torso, then yanks your ass up above his face.

His hands smooth the curve of your hips, the soft globes of your ass. He’s already breathless from the almost sloppy way you’re taking down his cock, but the anticipation of exposing your pussy is making his chest painfully tight. Impatiently, Zeke flings your skirt out of the way, letting it bunch around your waist.

The moment he slides a finger under your underwear, he feels the head of his dick hit the back of your throat. He freezes and bites back a moan and feels the rumble of your chuckle around his length. Spurred, he takes the thin fabric of your underwear with two hands and tears.

You lift off his cock to swear at him, but Zeke’s already tossed the ripped garment to the floor, and he pulls you down to his face without preamble. His lips slot against your cunt, and you’re arching your back with a sharp inhale. Zeke curls his fingers firmly around your thighs and drags his tongue through your folds, surrounded by the dizzying musk-salt scent of you.

“You’re so fucking wet. Dripping ,” he whispers into your pussy. “All this for me?”

Your hand squeezes hard around his cock, drawing a whine from his throat. “You’re one to talk, Zeke.”

He huffs a quiet laugh and drapes one arm across the top of your ass to drag you in even closer, until you’re practically sitting on his face. Then, he goes to work. He swirls his tongue around your entrance, gathering the wet arousal there, and slides it up to your clit, delighting in the small twitches and jerks of your hips.

Slick and swollen, he flicks against the sensitive bundle of nerves a few times teasingly before flattening his tongue. You moan wantonly around his cock as he starts firmly lapping at you, focusing his attention on your clit. You shift, hips trying to shy away from the intensity, raw and searing, but Zeke holds you in place, unyielding.

Your squirming titillates him. He tightens his grip on you and slips his lips around your clit to suck. The sheets beneath you shift and rustle as you fist them violently and muffle another moan on his dick. Goaded into action, you redouble your efforts and take him to the hilt, the tip of your nose nuzzling against the satin skin of his balls.

“Shit ,” Zeke hisses.

You swallow around him in response, and the resulting squeeze of your throat around his cock threatens to haul him over the edge once and for all. He can feel his legs shaking, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he holds himself back from the precipice. When you turn to glance over your shoulder at him, there’s a smirk on your wet, darkened lips.

“Good boy,” you whisper. “No coming until you make me finish.”

Your words shoot straight to his dick, and Zeke pulls you in again to groan against your cunt. You let out a sigh of contentment. Instead of licking at your clit again, he drags his tongue past it to dip inside the clenching ring of muscle at your entrance.

“Yeah, that’s—just like that,” you mumble against his head.

He draws back until just the tip is inside you, only to thrust his tongue back in a moment later. The whimper you let out is delicious . Zeke wants to make you scream, but he’ll settle for the frustrated little sounds you’re desperately trying to hold back for now.

When he starts fucking you with his tongue in earnest, your hips move to meet him. You’re sucking his cock again, though your pace stutters here and there and briefly falters altogether when he brings his thumb to your clit. He draws tight circles there in time with the expert movements of his tongue.

Even though you’re clearly having trouble concentrating, Zeke’s already come close to his peak, and he feels it lingering, slowly creeping back toward him. The familiar crackling heat at the base of his spine signals the approach of his climax, and he’s shuddering again. He bucks his hips, seeking the friction of your lips. You pull off him with a hiss and wrap your fingers tight around the base of his cock.

Your grip is a vice, and frustration shoots through Zeke’s veins like prickling ice. He growls into your pussy as his orgasm fades into a dull ache. Every muscle in his body slowly relaxes, but it feels like misery rather than relief.

“Fuck you,” he gasps through heaving breaths of air.

“Seems like I’m the one fucking you,” you murmur. “You want it? Show me you deserve it.”

Without any further prompting, Zeke sinks his tongue into you again. Your hips cant into him, slowly—carefully—but passionately nonetheless. His thumb works your clit faster, more deliberately. You’re panting, humid breaths fanning against his throbbing cock.

Your fingers have loosened, and you’re faintly rolling your wrist, stroking him with frustrating tenderness. It takes a pathetic amount of willpower to keep himself from bucking up into your hand as Zeke spears your cunt with his tongue over and over. Soon, your exhales morph into breathy moans, and your thighs start to quiver, and you take his cock into the wet heat of your mouth again.

You’re close. You must be. Zeke thrusts into you as deep as he can go and presses firmly against your clit, and you choke back a cry with his dick on your tongue. Your hips roll as you ride out your climax, and you’re still shaking when he lets himself follow you over that cliff.

Before he can have the chance to warn you, he bursts inside your mouth, coating your throat with his release. He lets out a half-strangled groan from deep in his chest and thrusts into you, shallow and careful. You swallow around him, gulping down every drop he gives you until his hips still.

Zeke collapses fully into the mattress as you lift off him, sucking him clean until his cock falls from your lips and slaps against his shirt. Wiping your mouth with your sleeve, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and wobbles a little as you stand. Your skirt falls around your legs, and when you smooth down your hair, you look almost as put together as you'd been before falling into bed with him.

“You can leave from the front door. My parents should be in bed,” you say as he’s tucking himself back into his underwear.

“Not so cold that you’d kick me out the way I came in, hm?” he teases.

You shoot him an irritated look, but there’s not much heat behind it. You’re too softened from your climax, still half-drifting through the hazy aftermath of it. Zeke fixes his trousers and stands, bending to pick up his shoes. It’ll be easier to sneak quietly down the hall barefoot.

“I’ll make sure they’re in their room first and signal you to come out,” you tell him, hand on the doorknob.

“Aren’t you even gonna wish me luck on my mission?” he asks, plucking his glasses off the bedside table and unfolding them with his teeth before slipping them back on.

“Please. I’m not worried about you,” you say, glancing back at him. “You’ll have Pieck there with you.”

Zeke chuckles. “Fair. Guess I’ll see you for my post-mission evaluation, then.”

You roll your eyes and push the door open, stepping out into the hall. Your footsteps fade as you head towards your parents’ room to make sure the coast is clear. Zeke follows a few moments later, moving quietly.

You tiptoe after him to the front door and open it for him while he slips on his shoes. Zeke lingers for a brief second as he goes to pass you, pausing to run his fingertips over your cheek where your flush is receding. Then, he heads out and down the stairs, slipping into the shadows without another look.

Then

The streets of Liberio are alive with music and laughter, lanterns strung haphazardly between buildings. It’s hardly grand—the festival looks like it’s been put together with scraps and spare change, stalls slapped together from crates and patched-up tarps. Vendors sell simple fare, the smell of fried dough and watered-down wine filling the air. But Zeke can barely care about any of it. He only has one thing on his mind.

Weaving through the crowd, he scans for you in the throng of people. You’d promised to meet him here, and he’d staked out the spot they agreed on earlier—right by the street musician whose fiddle is scratching out old upbeat folk songs. Zeke wonders if you’d still like them, now that you were practically grown.

But he’s excited anyway. Days away from fourteen. He’ll soon be the same age you’d been when you first met. For a brief, shining few years, you’d been able to run through the streets together and share those carefree days of childhood. Yet today, he’s caught up to you, in a way. You can’t look down on him as a kid anymore, not when he’s shooting up like a sprout and quickly overtaking you in height.

The crowd swells around him as the music picks up, and Zeke catches a glimpse of the familiar flash of the color of your hair, a delicate white bow pinned to the back of it. He surges forward, calling your name, but his voice is lost beneath the clamor of singing. Finally, you appear fully, your dress swinging just above your ankles and your eyes flitting back and forth.

Zeke’s heart does a little leap. You haven’t changed much since turning sixteen, even if you wear your hair up now, and your skirt reaches lower than before.

“Stella!” he calls, and your eyes light up when you spot him.

“There you are,” you say, grinning as you close the distance between them. You look at him in surprise, reaching up to compare your heights. “Look at you, catching up to me, Zeke Yeager. How did you grow this much in just a few months?”

He knows you don’t mean to patronize, but he feels a slight sting at your words anyway. “I’ll be way taller than you soon.”

“Keep this up, and you’ll tower over me,” you tease.

It bothers him that you joke, and he straightens as if he can will himself to prove your jest right, but you’re already leaning forward, captivated by the dancers. The musicians pick up the pace, and skirts fly as people spin their partners. Zeke thinks about nudging you, asking you to join him for a dance, but the thought of putting himself out there in front of so many people makes his pulse quicken for all the wrong reasons.

Zeke shifts on his feet, and before he can second-guess himself, he blurts out instead, “I’ll grab us something to drink. Stay here?”

You give him a quick nod, your eyes still on the dancers with that soft, faraway look he’s only seen you wear at these festivals. His heart thumps as he turns toward the line of makeshift stalls to find a drink vendor. Zeke maneuvers through the crowd, his mind whirling as his thoughts bounce between your words, your laugh, the way you don't seem to notice how much he’s changed—how much he’s trying to change, for you.

It takes longer than he’d like, but he finally finds a vendor selling cups of lemonade. Clutching two in his hands, he hurries back, hoping he hasn’t kept you waiting too long. But as he rounds the corner, he stops in his tracks, his heart sinking.

There you are, laughing and beaming, and you’re not alone. A few boys—three of them, all around your age—are crowded around you, clearly captivated. One of them is leaning a little too close, saying something in your ear that makes the wispy tendrils of your hair quiver. It’s like you’re caught in your own little world, and Zeke’s left outside, watching from the edges.

Jealousy twists in his chest. He stands for a moment longer, fists tightening around the cups as his face grows warm. Without thinking, he strides forward, pushing through the boys with an air of irritation that he doesn’t even try to hide.

“Hey,” he says sharply, shoving one of the cups into your hands with more force than necessary. “Don’t you guys have somewhere else to be?”

The boys look at him, taken aback, until one of them steps forward with a cocky grin. “We’re just talking, kid. Maybe you should take a walk and come back when you’re older.”

Zeke’s jaw clenches. “Yeah? Maybe you should take a walk and not come back at all.”

The smug boy narrows his eyes, clearly considering a retort, but you step in and put a hand on Zeke’s shoulder.

“It’s fine,” you say, your tone light, but your eyes flash with worry. “They’re just being friendly.”

The group of boys exchange glances and drift away into the crowd, muttering amongst themselves. You watch them go before turning back to Zeke, eyebrows raised. He meets your gaze, expecting a smile or a teasing remark. Instead, you sigh exasperatedly.

“Really, Zeke?” you say. “You can’t just drive people off for speaking to me.”

He opens his mouth, but his response falters at first. He glances away and mumbles defensively, “They were bothering you.”

You laugh coldly. “No, they weren’t. You’re just—,” you pause and shake your head. “You’re just being mean.”

Zeke’s stomach turns to lead. He can see it now, how your eyes sparkle with the attention, how you seem to lean into the easy flirtations you get from your peers. You’re not just tolerating it—you’re enjoying it. Maybe, you even look forward to it. He feels as if he’s shrinking in your presence, suddenly too young, too naive. Too small .

He tries to swallow the feeling down, but he can’t ignore it. Without another word, Zeke whirls on his heels and pushes into the crowd, the noise and bodies a blur around him. He hears you calling his name but doesn’t turn back. He just keeps walking, letting the music and chatter swallow him whole until he’s far enough away that he can’t feel your gaze on him.

Anger churns in his chest, but it’s not directed at you. Not exactly. It’s more at himself, for letting himself carry on this childish crush for so long, for foolishly believing you’d wait for him, as if he had all the time in the world to catch up.

But that’s the problem—he doesn’t have time. Not really.

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[jasper-pagan-witch]

Hehe. more!

What's your favorite video game? What about show? And movie? And on each, what makes it your favorite?

What are some blogs you'd suggest to people that are kinda like yours?

When did you get into The Elder Scrolls? What about Magic the Gathering?

How often do you typically practice magic?

Optional additional question because it is a bit loaded and not everyone wants to answer something like this: What's your most hated discourse in the pagan/witchy community? It can be valid or kinda just ridiculous, your choice.

You are feeding me and I love that.

What's your favorite video game? What about show? And movie? And on each, what makes it your favorite?

O...only one? I like a lot of video games...but honestly I can't get over how fucking funny the Monster Hunter series is. Like yeah, random person, go fight some fucking monsters. Take up to two cats with you. Here's a giant sword or a gun. Godspeed.

As for show and movie, uh...I don't...watch a lot of things, admittedly. I prefer to just turn on YouTube videos in the background instead of a show or movie. But if I had to pick, I'd pick Robin Hood: Men in Tights for movie and Legends of Chima for show. If you've seen the fights I've been picking on my main blog, I hope they've been entertaining.

What are some blogs you'd suggest to people that are kinda like yours?

*cackles* Time to summon the friends and the people I follow.

@windvexer - Out here doing the most when it comes to musing on ways to take things from witchcraft 102 to witchcraft 207. A bunch of their posts about divination have taught me more about how to read tarot better.

@stormwaterwitch - Hey kids, do you like seeing someone else's fully-developed elemental system? Do you like deities? Do you like books? My dear friend does it all!

@lazywitchling - DIY galore. As someone who enjoys putting things together, I also enjoy seeing her stuff too!

@sewceress - *grabs you* If you have ever thought too long about astrology, planetary magic, and stuff like that, you will enjoy this blog. That's a threat.

@aesethewitch - If you think it's neat how I can drag people for filth with a single card, you will enjoy Aese doing the same thing on their blog. This is also a threat.

@the-weaving-cryptid - If you enjoy region-specific magic and are interested in Appalachia, give Runa a look!

@strixhaven-study-hall - My dear friend Faust who is on that MTG pop culture shit with me. I need to bother him more, actually. And so should all of you.

@fernthewhimsical - Like with the note on Runa, Fern is big into regional stuff - specifically, Dutch paganism. Fae has all kind of cool posts and shit, I've greatly enjoyed chatting with them.

@creature-wizard - Do you like when I drop twenty-seven source links in one posts? Would you like better critical thinking skills about the bullshit that appears in online religious and occult and witchy spaces? Check out this blog. Particularly their stuff on the New Age to Alt-Right pipeline.

@crimsonsongbird - A fellow follower of Greek deities with some of the most beautiful and heart-wrenching devotionals I've ever read. She's also designed spells based on my OCs in the past!!! They're very neat (both Crimson and the spells).

@will-o-the-witch - Another wonderful reader and a Jewitch. Incredibly easy to chat with through the ask box!

@stagkingswife - Another fun blog to follow if you're interested in folklore or seeing someone who's really comfortable in her path! I enjoy learning about their unrecorded pantheon (which is different from a constructed pantheon, I must stress).

@breelandwalker - The author of what is hands-down my favorite book on witchcraft ever, Grovedaughter Witchery. If you enjoy actual history, debunking misinformation, and beginner-friendly posts (they have a whole advice page for beginners!), then Bree is a good blog to follow.

I think I'm running out of the ability to tag blogs, so I'll pause here. But I follow or am mutuals with all kinds of really cool folks here on Tumblr!

When did you get into The Elder Scrolls? What about Magic the Gathering?

I started playing Oblivion on my biological father's PS3 before Skyrim came out when I was a youngin (I'm gonna say around the age of 9?) and just kind of. Kept with it.

Meanwhile, I finally got into MTG in 2016, when the Shadows Over Innistrad and Eldritch Moon sets came out. My first ever deck was the Blue-Red precon, Dangerous Knowledge. And I hated it. This was before I figured out how to make Blue work for me. The first deck I ever built was a Red-Green Wolf and Werewolf deck, and I still have it to this day - it's my most powerful deck besides maybe my monoBlack Rat deck.

How often do you typically practice magic?

It depends. When I'm in my fallow period, it's literally nothing. Once I'm out, it could be anywhere between "for my entire waking day" to "like, five minutes" to "I have not done anything magical in two weeks". I am inconsistent as fuuuuuck!

Optional additional question because it is a bit loaded and not everyone wants to answer something like this: What's your most hated discourse in the pagan/witchy community? It can be valid or kinda just ridiculous, your choice.

I am biased on account of being a pop culture practitioner, but the "is pop culture magic/paganism valid or not" question that keeps rolling back around every now and again is stupid. We're all magical practitioners and/or religious folks. We are at equal levels of verification, which is "basically none to someone skeptical enough".

There are actual, genuinely good concerns that can be talked about in pop culture magic/paganism, but everyone keeps focusing on "it's faker than our shit lmaooo" instead of discussing things like copyright or capitalism. And even when people bring that up, it's almost always as an addendum to people saying that our shit isn't valid because it comes from a piece of media instead of cultural stories or history. It's like "damn, you're already biased, so I'm not going to listen to your points because you stink", you know?

Anyway, thank you for sending all of these in!

~Jasper

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Oh the fluff alphabet for Euronymous was really good, now I’m curious about one for Faust

Thanks for the request dear anon, glad you liked the fluff - Alphabet and I hope you like this one. Have fun reading :)

Fluff Alphabet - Faust

warning : It' getting fluffy under the cut

masterlist

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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A = Adoration (How do they worship you?)

°Since you came into his life, he seems to have found another pleasure besides mayhem, the black circle, violence, murder and other crimes. He lets you feel this at all times and tells you so at all times. You have become indispensable to him and he is happy to have you.

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B = Best friends (What would they be like as best friends? How would the friendship start?)

°He would be the one hundred percent reliable and loyal friend who may be a little short on words but who gives the best advice and tips and cares about you.

°You would have met at a Mayhem concert on the way to the bar to grab a beer when you collided and got talking.

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C = Cuddling (do they like to cuddle?, how do they cuddle?)

°Yes he loves to cuddle Faust is the biggest cuddler in the black circle even if it doesn't look like it. Just pulling you close and putting his arms around you is the best. But he also loves to get hugs from you whether short or long everything is great.

°He loves long cuddles, pulling you onto his lap and just holding you against him. It gives him a sense of security that you will never leave him despite what ever happens.

°,,A little longer for eternity"

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D = Domestic (how would they settle down? How are they cooking and cleaning?)

°He would live with his mother in the beginning and then either come to you or you to him depending on the situation. But as soon as you both have a job, you will get a flat together.

°He is not very good at cleaning up and leaves most things where he found them. But he is the best cook you can get. He can conjure up five-star menus for you that is truly fantastic (and he makes sure that the black circle doesn't starve).

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E = Ending (how would they break up with their partner if they had to?)

°He would do it shortly after his murder or shortly before. He's just worried about dragging you into the consequences. He doesn't want the police to suspect you. But he'd be the type to either use a lie or just leave you without a word. Just gone. It would hurt him, but in his eyes, it's better than explaining, because then he'd just start being.

°,,That's it, it's over... get out of here by tomorrow"

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F = Fiance(e) (how do they feel about consent? How soon would they want to get married?

°Marriage yes and no I think he'd be the type to hear that and just decide, ,,Yeah, if you get married we'll get married too, won't we honey?". It would have been discussed faster than usual.

°,,How does a honeymoon in Transylvania sound?"

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G = Gentle (how gentle are they mentally and physically?)

°Even when he has his violent fantasies he is mentally rather calm. He knows when to say something and when not to. He knows how to deal with you and how not to. But he loves to be gentle. To take care of you, to kiss you and to love you.

°,,You just always bring me down from high"

°Physically he is gentle, judging from the murder and the force he used. As already mentioned, he loves to cuddle, to grab your hand and kiss it or just to feel you on top of him.

°,,Cuddle, hold, kiss...please just one more time "

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H = Hugs (do they like hugs? How are their hugs?)

°He loves hugs no matter if longer or shorter. Whether you hug him or he hugs you. Just being able to hug you at any time is perfect (plus the other guys will let go of you and he can show them that you are his).

°,,Come here for another hug"

°He loves to practically run you over with his size and weight and hug you to the ground of course if the ground is not too hard. It's fun and often ends in a few kisses.

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I = I love you (how soon would they say it?)

°Since you got together or when you first met, it would have slipped out almost immediately. But after that he always whispers it to you and especially when you are alone together he loves it. It's his way of expressing his feelings for you.

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J = Jealousy (how quickly are they jealous? What do they do when they are jealous?)

°He doesn't get jealous very quickly. He knows that you love him and he loves you with all his heart. He trusts you and knows you won't cheat or betray him.

°He would be the quiet jealous type. He would cast the deadliest glances at the unknown/enemy. If this doesn't help (it always does) he takes out his knife and plays with it a bit and that almost always helps. If need be, he can always pull the stranger into a street and kill the man.

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K = Kisses (how are their kisses? where do they love to kiss you?)

°His kisses are gentle and almost restrained, especially in public. He is just a bit shy when you are in public. At home, his kisses are more intimate.

°On your lips he loves to kiss you, otherwise he loves to kiss your hands and thighs, maybe on the way to a little foreplay in the bedroom.

°,,You are just so beautiful".

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L = Little ones (how are they with kids?)

°Faust system crashed. He has absolutely no idea how to deal with children. He gets restless, nervous and completely quiet and hides behind his hair before retreating, hoping to be overlooked.

°,,Take it away...I don't want it"

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M = Morning (How do they spend their mornings?)

°He usually wakes up before you to prepare delicious breakfast and if you haven't woken up by then, to put it to bed with you or gently wake you up and take you to the kitchen so you can eat together.

°,,There are scrambled eggs with bacon"

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N = Night (how are nights spent with them?)

°Believe it or not he likes to listen to a radio play to fall asleep. Some brutal psycho thriller or true crime case that he somehow recorded himself. But he usually falls asleep halfway through. Cute.

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O = Open (how fast would they open)

°It takes him a long, long, long time to open up completely and reveal his innermost self. Little by little he tells the things when he feels ready. Which is why even after months things come to light.

°,,My love... I have to tell you something"

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P = Patience (how quickly are they annoyed?)

°It takes a lot for Faust to get annoyed and his patience to wear thin. This is most strained when there are children around, too little alcohol, the police or he simply hasn't slept enough and you both argue about something small. But even when he gets annoyed he quickly drops it and tries to solve it.

°,,Damn it, please give me a break"

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Q = Quizzes (how much would they know or remember about you?)

°He remembers a lot, especially what he has picked up from conversations, whether he has talked to you or heard from his friends. But he remembers every little detail and he is a little proud of it.

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R = Remember (what is your favourite moment in your relationship?)

°After he killed the man in the park it wasn't his parents house he went to confess or anything. No, it was your house he went to and told you about it, even though he expected you to be afraid of rejecting him. But even though at first you were afraid, you assured him that everything would be all right. Before you helped him to wipe the blood off him and somehow help him to calm down.

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S = Safety (how protective are they? How would they protect you?)

°He is quite protective but only when he or you feel you are under attack depending on the situation. Which is why he quickly stands in front of you and covers you with his gestalt.

°Unlike Euronymous, Faust doesn't need friends to help him. He has a knife and a joy to kill again he definitely doesn't need a small army he can do it himself and more than well. But even without a knife he is good in a fight.

°,,Don't worry, one strike and they're gone"

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T = Try (how much would they invest in dates anniversaries, gifts etc?)

°He would invest quite a lot in ideas for a date, for example. But it would end up in a bit of a mess because he has too many ideas he wants to implement. Before he has to resort to his emergency plan.

°His best gift to you, in his opinion, is a knife. Whether it's a hunting knife, a kitchen knife or a pocket knife, you name it.

°,,Emergency plan to visit the zoo...if you want of course"

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U = Ugly (what would be a bad habit of them?)

°That he either shuts himself off from you completely, for example in stressful situations. Or he takes refuge in alcohol, movies and homicidal thoughts when he just doesn't know what to do to solve a problem. Not to mention that he has killed someone and that is more than just a bad thing.

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V = Vanity (how much do they care about their appearance?)

°As for his clothes, he'll just take something from his wardrobe. Whether it fits or not, everything is black and that goes with everything. The only thing he is precise about and almost oversensitive about is his hair. He has a whole grooming routine for his hair in the bathroom. Not only is he proud of its length, but the softness and shine is his pride and joy.

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W = Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

°Yes, because you give him the security of having someone who loves him by his side. He is not the greatest talker and is grateful for his friends but you. You are just something that gives him something more than friendship. Love.

°,,I...I need you to please stay with me forever"

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X = Xtra (a random headcanon for them)

°When he is extremely nervous and you are alone together, he starts to stutter a little. Because he wants to say a lot and then he's too nervous, so he's grateful that you just wait until he's sure.

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Y = Yuck (what is something he would not like about his partner?)

°I think he wouldn't like it if his partner didn't have an opinion. Not only when it comes to deciding things. Even if he talks about his plan to kill someone or try to kill someone and his partner just doesn't have an opinion, it would bother him and he wouldn't feel listened to.

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Z = Zzz (what is a sleeping habit of them?)

°He's always holding on to you somehow. Whether it's your arm, your hip, your leg or your hand. He just needs to feel secure that you are with him and he loves it when he wakes up that you are with him.

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[child0feden]

INNOCENT MOON

bård “ faust ” eithun x reader

- general comforting headcanons for bård!

love bård so much, i really do think he would be such a sweetheart who just needs love and reassurance in his darkest times <3

- requested by anon | view my metal masterlists here and here

reading music recommendations: exhibition by akira yamaoka - flaggan pa halv stang by diagnose: lebensgefahr

- it is certainly no secret at all that bård struggles quite deeply with depression and some other mental health issues

✩ most of the time, he is actually able to push his difficulties deep down inside and distract himself by busying himself with work at helvete or going to local concerts, spending time with you and his friends or getting in some band practice…

- bård thinks that distraction works the best, rather than trying to jump over and overcome the hurdle, he tries to ignore it entirely and he always comes crumbling down sooner than later

✩ deep down, he does know that bottling it all up inside is not good at all and it only leads to even bigger problems, he knows that it only leads to even more intense mental breakdowns, but bård is just so unsure of what else to do… he is just so unsure of how else he can help himself, how he can possibly open up to the people around him, especially you…

- it is not that bård is untrustworthy of you or uncomfortable around you, it is quite the opposite! bård is the most comfortable around you, you are the person he trusts most, you are one of the few people he feels has ever truly understood him and accepted him, one of the few people he ever wants to be better for and always wants to please

✩ and this is why bård is just, at first, so afraid to fully open up to you about just how bad his depression can get, about how he bottles it all up until his emotions overflow like an overpowering waterfall and his facade comes crumbling down like a sandcastle in the ocean waves

- of course you are aware of his depression before you even began dating, you could see the slightly distant look in his eyes at times, the way he would stare off into the void and just look so… empty, so blank and so sad… but you never had any major idea of just how bad it truly was, you always figured he was likely just having some depression spurred on by being so young and far away from his home, in a new place and surrounded by so many new people… and you figured that it probably did not help that he is a pretty shy guy at times

✩ it was only when the two of you began dating and spending so much more time together that you really peeked through the looking glass and saw just how bad it was, just how deep his depression ran him down into the ground and destroyed him

- pretty early in the relationship is when you witness his first mental breakdown, waking up in the middle of the night to an empty and cold space beside you in your shared bed in his apartment, your momentary flush of confusion quickly turning into clear worry and concern when you hear a quiet, wet sniffle and some heavy breaths coming from the end of the bed, causing you to sit up and reach an arm over to the bedside table, turning on the dimmed lightbulb in the small lamp and setting eyes on a slightly hunched over figure sitting on the foot of the bed, their slouched back facing you and messy long brown hair covering the sides of their face

✩ bård knows he has been caught when you softly call out his name, your voice buttery smooth with soft concern and genuine love as you ask him if he is feeling okay, an answer you already know the answer to, really… and bård does not answer, he just keeps his irritated eyes staring down at the floor, watching as small clear teardrops hit against the wooden floor, reflecting his own image back to him as he scrunches his nose slightly in dismay at the sight of himself

- the lack of an answer only causes you to sigh softly before crawling down to him and ringing your warm hands around his waist, resting your chin atop his shoulder which is covered by an old black sweater, leaning your head closer to him as to press a butterfly kiss against his wet cheek, whispering to him, asking him ever so lovingly if there is anything you can do, if he is upset about anything in particular

✩ bård leans back into you slightly before letting out a shaky breath, talking so quietly whilst still keeping his eyes on the floor of your shared bedroom… the feeling of your arms around him, holding him close to you, it just makes him feel so beyond safe… it makes him feel so able to open up and nearly all of his fears of being judged or even misunderstood almost vanish as you cradle him from behind, yet his words are still slightly cautious and almost dismissive to his own pain, his own feelings

“ nothing… just one of those nights, you know? don’t feel good… it’s so fucking stupid… i’m sorry, for waking you up, just go back to sleep, baby… " ( you can hear the obvious cracking in his voice as he dismisses just how bad he is feeling tonight, just how flooded his head has become with thoughts of self hatred and a general dislike for life itself )

- you do not just leave him be and go back to sleep though, this statement only makes you tighten your arms more around him and pepper more kisses to his wet cheek, mumbling to him about how it is not stupid, how he is not stupid and how you will not sleep until you know he is sleeping peacefully too!

✩ hearing all of this just makes him begin crying even more, letting you wipe his cheeks with your gentle fingers as you whisper comforting words in his ear, letting you take his shaky pale hand in yours and pull him back up to the head of the bed, letting you guide him to lay down next to you and immediately resting his head atop your chest as your hand comes down to brush through his messy brown hair, his watery eyes staring off to the side and his red nose still running slightly as he sniffles every few seconds

- you hold him like that for the entire night, pressing loving kisses to his head every so often just as he lets out short sentences every so often, opening himself up more and more through the night in small broken up pieces, his voice soon becoming drowsy, slurred with sleep and exhaustion in the early hours of the morning and eventually, the only noise coming from him is no longer sniffles and words full of sadness! just soft breaths leaving his mouth as he sleeps in your arms, quiet snores joining soon after as he buries his head further against your chest

✩ and you stay true to your word, falling asleep only when you know that he has all he needs out of his system for the night and is sleeping with a clear mind, a mind with no haze of hatred, pressing one last kiss to his head and slipping your hand under his cotton sweater to stroke his back before you let yourself fall asleep, both of you holding onto each other tightly even in sleep

- though in the morning, bård does try to revert back to his old ways, acting as if nothing happened, as if there was no mental breakdown to speak of and you should just forget you ever saw anything and you know it is out of embarrassment, out of shame and lingering fear… you are so quick to shut it down, telling him in the most gentle way possible that he cannot live like that, he needs to talk about his feelings with you, telling him to do it for you at least because you cannot stand to see him so pent up and so obviously upset

✩ and he will, for your sake… and to better himself for you… it takes time, of course! bård is just so used to keeping his thoughts bottled up and never saying them aloud to anyone, he is so used to simply crying to himself through the dark nights and punishing himself… but he gets there, with you, he gets there… slowly but surely!

- physical comfort and verbal comfort is the best for bård, nothing makes him feel safer, more accepted and loved than being held in your arms… he will never deny that, he could never even try to deny that! obviously, he might get a little shy and standoffish if anyone ever sees the two of you cuddling and sees you comforting him but that is just an error of the times, it would take him a very long time to ever lose that shyness about being seen receiving comfort

✩ bård is always extremely sleepy and exhausted after heaving a mental breakdown or even simply having a deep, open cut conversation with you about some darker thoughts he has been having! it just tires him out talking about all that goes on inside his head, opening himself up so much after being so used to keeping it all to himself exhausts him and he will need a good sleep afterwards and a good sleep for him means cuddling up with you, feeling your warmth against him, feeling your soft hands stroking his pale face and whispering to him about how much you love him, feeling your legs tangled with his under the warm blankets of your shared bed and hearing your heartbeat steadily thumping against your chest

- i feel like bård has some pretty bad anxiety at times too, social anxiety, he just does not really love being around too many people! so whenever there is more people than usual few people in helvete, when all of them are getting beyond drunk and raising hell in the small basement of the store, you always watch as he slouches down slightly and purposely moves his long hair to cover his face more, beginning to tap his foot against the wooden floor, bouncing his knee and repeatedly wiping his now sweaty hands on his leather pants, bringing a hand up to fiddle with his small silver pentagram necklace as his brown eyes dart around nervously

✩ obviously, you do not just let him sit there and do this, you place your drink down somewhere and approach him, leaning down slightly to gently grab his hand and gesture towards the open door of the loud record store! bård is always quick to grip your hand tighter and leave the store with you, taking deep breaths as soon as you guys get outside and into the fresh air, leaning his head back against the glass window of the store whilst you stroke his upper arm, trying not to draw unwanted attention to the two of you as some people pass by to enter the store

- once bård has caught his breath and his body has relaxed from the previously tense state it was in, he usually just really wants to go home with you! quietly mumbling that he has a bit of a headache but if you want to stay, it is okay…

“ i think i’ll go back to the apartment… my head hurts, i’m sorry… you can stay here though, if you want to " ( bård still has a little trouble looking at you after you witness him having difficulties, he always keeps his eyes trained on the ground beneath his feet and his fingers stay pulling at tiny loose threads of his venom shirt )

✩ you never stay though, why would you? telling him so softly that you would never want to stay somewhere so loud and hectic when you could be at home with him, watching some obscure horror movie you have never even heard of from his vhs collection, cuddling in bed and loving up on each other! this always makes bård bring his eyes up to meet yours and flash you a soft smile, his eyes gleaming with appreciation as you hold your hand out for him to take which he gladly does, holding your hand tightly in his as you walk back to your shared apartment together

- all of this is not to say that he does not struggle with other pent up feelings too though!

✩ another deep struggle bård has is immense anger, he has so much pent up and always tries to find ways to relieve himself of it, to get it out of his system! something that never really proved useful before he met you… being in a relationship with you, being loved by you and loving you rids him of so much anger, so many violent thoughts… and the few times they come back to him? rough sex with you is always guaranteed to help him, just as soft sex helps him when he feels a little down and unworthy

- bård really just needs love sometimes, he needs to know that you are right there for him, he needs to know that you love him and so do so many of his friends… he so desperately needs a lot of reassurance… and thankfully, you are always there to give it to him <3

[agirlattea]

Mahoyaku Proposal Day 2023 Voice Lines:

Central Wizards:

Oz: Wizards don't make promises. If we break a promise, we will lose our magic. Even if you meet someone you want to spend the rest of your life with... don't make careless choices.

Arthur: The words "I swear that I love you" can surely strengthen someone’s heart. …However, I still can't imagine the day when I will be able to say it.

Cain: Maybe someday I’ll meet someone I love from the bottom of my heart, make a promise to marry them, and spend the rest of my life by their side. I’m sure that’s a form that happiness can take. But I'm still very happy right now. Because you and my other dear friends are by my side.

Riquet: A promise of marriage is also proof of sincere belief that one’s current feelings will never waver... I wonder if the day will come when I can meet someone who I feel for in that way. For now, I am still unsure…

Northern Wizards:

Snow: Many wizards are lonely. Some love solitude and end their lives that way. However, there are people like us who know the value of companionship. I can't imagine letting go of the hand of someone I love. Each person is free to decide who to spend their life with. Now, whose hand will you take?

White: Many wizards are lonely. Some love solitude and end their lives that way. But there are some, like us, who know the joy of coexistence. The happiness of having someone you love by your side is irreplaceable. Each person is free to choose what they love. Now, what do you love?

Mithra: Could you keep this for a moment? I’m going to use it in a magic circle to kill Oz, so I’m putting it on your finger so you don't lose it… The ring finger on your left hand? The finger it’s on doesn’t matter.

Owen: iIf you swear not to move or utter a word without my permission, if you swear you'll listen to me for the rest of your life, I might consider keeping you around for a little while. Perhaps I’ll even let you meow.

Bradley: Northern wizards tend to obsess over their prey. Even if their logic tells them they shouldn't, their instincts say otherwise. Once they’ve fallen in love... they won’t ever let go until they die.

Eastern Wizards:

Faust: Wizards can live alone. For us to find someone who wants to be with us… is surely something close to a miracle.

Nero: Getting married. Peacefully, calmly, without change. I could just be with someone I care about… What am I talking about? After all, something like that seems difficult for me to do.

Heathcliff: If I were to find someone so important to me that I’d want to marry them, I’d like to convey my thoughts to them on my own. “Years and decades from now, I vow to continue to love you and stay by your side…” I still don't have the confidence to look into someone’s eyes and say something like that.

Shino: I have no intention of making more troublesome promises for now. Even without any promises, I'll still risk my life to protect the person I want to cherish for the rest of my life. Is that not enough?

Western Wizards:

Shylock: I wonder if there will come a day when you will pledge your undying love to someone… or something. What kind of voice you have, what kind of face you’ll make, and what kind of vow you’ll swear… I must admit, I’m a little interested.

Murr: Is it true that when you make a confession in your world, you say, "The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it”? That’s the same thing I say to the moon! I might be able to get along with whoever came up with that phrase!

Rustica: A proposal is a precious, once in a lifetime promise. That's why I feel I want to cherish it. Unfortunately, I have forgotten the words I proposed with to my bride, but it is fun to think about what the old me would have said.

Chloe: “Please marry me...!” *Sigh* I was so nervous that my voice trembled… I wonder if it's still too early for me to practice proposing... But someday, when I meet someone important to me, I want to be able to properly tell them how I feel.

Southern Wizards:

Figaro: I wonder what kind of words you’ll use when you pledge your eternal love to someone. You can practice with me so that you don't panic when the time comes.

Lennox: A word of a promise, huh... I can't seem to think of any clever or romantic words. It might be better to study a little by reading poems and novels like the ones Rutile likes.

Rutile: I still can't imagine the day when I’ll promise to marry someone... but I want you to stay by my side forever. As our Sage and our dear friend.

Mitile: It's probably very difficult for a wizard and a human to get married. I wish I could ask Mother how she felt when she married Father…

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[venombloom]

Daisy, who are you closest with? (In game or backstory, whichever! )

"Ah, that's a hard question. In the Crows obviously it was Viago and Abrielle, though just a tad more with Tia than Vi when it comes to certain, more personal regards." That's not to give the impression that she's not close with her dearest mentor. But with Viago, it's a different set of topics outside of Crow business she broaches compared to Tia Abrielle. Once in a blue moon she's sought his ear and advice for deeper issues. Yet like with most people, she tries not to break face around him nor burden him with her irrelevant problems. "I've spent a good bit of time with Teia too. Gossiping, shopping, showing off knives. She's what I imagine having an older sister is like."

"Otherwise, I've known Varric and Harding a bit longer than the rest of the Crew. Varric and I exchanged a number of stories. He never finished telling me about the one with Isabella and the Arishok though." There's a soft laugh when she thinks about the various dramatic retellings Varric told her during their travels together. "As far as the others, I like to think I hang out with them all just about as equally as I can. I take every invitation given and even try to include the others in some of the stuff I do.

Walks with Davrin in Arlathan or with Emmrich in the Memorial Gardens. Practicing magic with Harding and working out with Taash. Collecting evidence and fending off Venatori with Neve. A treat at Cafe Pietra with Lucanis after causing grief for the Antaam. Hunting artifacts with Bellara and Faust.

And much more.

"Truly they've all become my closest friends. And the memories I've made with them will always be dear to me, and I'm grateful for them. But I also try not to intrude or insert myself where I may not be..." Wanted. "Invited. I don't want anyone to feel obligated to hangout with me."

[vegaspng]

Raina/The Cast’s Dynamics (OC)

Thought this would be fun so I joined ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ || Raina’s established spouse is Julian ! || Warning, yapfest ahead 😓

Julian: In her words, he is her ‘beloved, beautiful, and very eccentric drama king’. In all seriousness, He’s been a light in her life — one of her first friends since she moved to Vesuvia, always taking her to the most lively places and ranting about common interests together. Their first meeting before the plague arose was at a local tavern during a celebration, and they clicked instantly over their love of medical practice and not-so-fun facts for the surrounding patrons. Ever since they found each other again, they’ve been an inseparable pair. They became regular actors in the local theatre after saving the world, because why not? And Julian now enjoys — although reluctantly at first— learning and dabbling in spells that Raina shows him, finally embracing magic.

Asra: When she initially woke up, the sight of their face provided an odd, fuzzy and euphoric feeling, and they’ve been a safe space ever since. There’s a lingering scent of cardamom and violets on him that is mysteriously comforting, and seeing Asra and Faust can make a bad day worlds better. Recovering and relearning after death would have never been possible without them, and Raina is grateful to them eternally for it. They would never return from a trip without at least one shiny item for her insatiable curiosity. A fond memory they both share is when she began to relearn magic, it came to her naturally. (There were a couple explosions but who cares about that?)

Nadia: A gorgeous, kind, intelligent woman in power who happens to be good friends with her teacher? Sign her up. They often arrange luncheons and casual tea parties on free days to catch up, chatting happily until the late hours of the day into the evenings. During the interrogation session (post-plague and murder), things were slightly awkward. It was clear as day that the “detective” and the “suspect” cared deeply for one another, and in her eyes — it was the comedic relief they all needed at the time. Nadia often jokes about it during masquerades lightheartedly, bringing up how fervently Julian can dodge subjects. In her eyes, she is a loyal, dedicated, and generous countess, but an even better friend.

Muriel: They’ve always had a quiet understanding since Raina was resurrected: ‘We may not talk much, but It’s okay to consider us friends.’ Oftentimes she’d come over with Asra, bringing simpler gifts as not to overwhelm him, but sometimes— Raina visited on her own to feed the chickens, play with Inanna, or simply drop by to say hello. They silently trust each other and are willing to help the other in times of urgent need. Sometimes Muriel will have a gift in return, like a freshly made snack, or a wood sculpture, but he’s always a little embarrassed to give it to her directly.

Portia: As the little sibling to her spouse, they’re universally obligated to be best friends. They poke fun at Julian but simultaneously care for him the most. They work together to make the best pastries and dishes weekly, and love to experiment in the kitchen. Julian is happily the tester for the ideas his wife and baby sister come up with (this is how they get him to eat normally, it works deviously well!). They go shopping and have picnics frequently with Nadia, enjoying one another’s company. Portia appreciates not just being seen as ‘Julian’s sister’ or ‘Head servant’ and loves being able to be herself. Has always been thankful that Raina decided to help her brother clear his name instead of condemning an innocent man, who was also her only remaining family.

Lucio: If it weren’t for all the atrocities he’s committed, his sassy attitude, the way he mistreated her friends and the citizens of Vesuvia, and bringing a LITERAL PLAGUE among other misfortune into her life, maybe, just maybe they could’ve been friends. After finding out the depth of his character, it took everything in her not to beat the absolute dog crap out of him in the magical realms. Raina is a firm believer in Lucio slander, and sees him as a failure of a Count, and a weak man. Makes fun of his receding hairline too.

[merbear25]

When a heart belongs to another

a/n: I just love Faust and wanted to write a short drabble. 💜

CW: SFW, gn!reader, platonic but reader pines over him

Meeting Faust for the first time sent a chill down your spine. The notable scent of death dissipated through the trees and over the headstones. Odors of decay were overlooked once faced with their source: one with cold eyes and a ghost of a smile. The chilling expression was promptly broken by forced friendliness. In spite of his allure, it was quickly unearthed that he was a dark beauty betrothed to another.

Reflecting on how your first impression of him could barely mirror who you'd come to know—someone you'd now consider a close friend, although your admiration for him was teetering on the line of platonic and romantic feelings. Knowing you could never reveal your qualms, suppressing them was what felt like the only option to keep his friendship. This wore on your physical state and a dull pain pressed against your chest, making you wince.

The hurt in your eyes caught his attention, proposing you rest after you'd attempted to convince him nothing was wrong. Pointing out that you'd been having a few episodes of random surges of pain, he wanted to have a better look at you; your insistance on nothing being out of the ordinary only made his concerns grow.

A flushed expression, shaky legs, quickened breaths: making a mental note of your symptoms, suspicions of what could be causing your supposed illness crept in. Unsure of how to approach his hunch, he took a step back to gain a better perspective on what was happening and why it was unfolding. Dread was starting to seep in; he valued your friendship, but how was he supposed to maneuver around it when you were love sick?

Despite you being flooded with emotions, you were observant enough to notice Faust withdrawing a bit. It'd become painfully obvious that your true feelings for him had been unveiled. The fear of losing the companionship you'd built with him was rearing its head, but this pushed you to approach him.

Taking a deep breath, you marched up to him. However, the confidence you had was fading when caught in his gaze. Shoving your doubts aside, you told him, "I just want to let you know how much our friendship means to me. You've become one of my dearest friends and your happiness is of the upmost importance." Practically having to choke back the sorrow filling up in the back of your throat, you still managed a soft smile at the end.

Thankful for your selflessness and courage it took to make the first step, he was glad that you decided against confessing your feelings. In spite of how much he cared about you, as well as the others, his heart belonged to Eliza. Hearing you say that his happiness is what mattered most to you held much more weight than you probably realized. He was glad to have someone like you as a friend, and you felt the same, despite the lingering fragments of love scattered about.

[broken-clover]

Your tags in the filler episode post has made me think, so for your enjoyment consider: for the fandom of your choice (gg sly whatever) what do you think is each character's favorite board game?

I'm quite serious, it is so fun knowing all sorts of minute info and trivia about characters because it makes them feel so much more fleshed out and like actual people. Tell me what flavor of ice cream they would pick!! What kind of drawing skills do they have!! What do they do in their free time!! Tell me!!

(But man, it has been a hot second since I've played board games! I suppose part of it is just that I don't really have any irl friends. Also because I know like four board games I'm gonna throw in some card games too)

-Chipp likes playing Settlers of Catan as practice for trade delegations in the ECK

-Nagoriyuki used to play Shogi, but it's hard to find anyone with enough patience to learn it and enough aptitude to be an actual challenge for him. Secretly, though, sometimes he still confuses the osho and gyokusho pieces for each other, and he's embarrassed about it

-Likewise, Baiken is trying to teach Delilah about hanafuda and how to play Koi-Koi but it isn't going super well, she's mostly just interested by the artwork and likes to look at the pretty designs

-Faust plays mancala, sometimes as an intellectual pursuit and other times because he just likes playing with the little glass beads and making them plink against each other.

-Johnny is a gambling man, as we all know, but as of now all board games are banned on the Mayship because he realized his habits were rubbing off and the girls were making bets over yahtzee. He's trying to set a good example for them but so far hasn't been able to come up with a good explanation for why it's bad without making himself look like a hypocrite. He means well.

-Ky is one of those sickos who unironically enjoys Monopoly. He finds it relaxing. Mysteriously, whenever he goes to play it with someone, the box vanishes

-Perhaps not a board game per se, but Sin loves those water toys where you squeeze the button to make the water shoot and you try and get the little colored rings on the little hooks. It's very enriching.

-Sol claims he hates board games, but he absolutely gets a smug sense of satisfaction over the fact that he whoops ass at Trivial Pursuit.

-You would think Axl would also kick ass at old-timey Trivial Pursuit but he doesn't actually remember a lot of that stuff. He's quite fond of shut the box/canoga though, he played it a lot back during his bar-hopping days

-Elphelt likes candyland because she has a crush on literally every character in it

-Ramlethal will play just about anything the others offer up, but she will gleefully make up her own rules just to throw everyone off mid-game. Ram is also a knockout at Risk, but nobody plays it with her because she gets really intense about it

-You would think Bedman would be good at chess because of the whole 'smart guys play chess' bit but secretly he's only half decent and the only reason he has such an impressive winning streak is because he mostly plays against Sin

-Scrabble is officially banned from Illyria castle because of what happened the last time the Kiske family played it, referred to as 'The Great Scrabble Disaster of 2187'

-Taokaka loves playing games with people! Unfortunately she doesn't play any of them correctly. Whether that's on purpose or not is a question for the ages

-The Cooper Gang in general like playing card games to pass time between jobs. Sly always cheats. They are fully aware that he cheats. Nobody says anything.

-Murray likes playing mousetrap but nobody else ever wants to play with him because getting all the game parts set up takes forever

-One time Dimitri suggested a gang-wide game of Cluedo and long story short it ended up with the board being broken in half and several murder attempts. Penelope still insists she was framed.