#i wish i could just magically transfer a little bit from one side to the other without a whole surgery or whatever

[umemiyan]

the uneven boob struggle is when one side fits perfectly in a cup but the other side simply does not

[rascalentertainments]

Wish Granted Magic System (Part 2) ✨

In our first half, we covered Magnifico and Amaya's magic as well as Star/Cosmo's magic, so now its time for the grander scale! This way its a little more clear how wishes work as well as the star nomads.

The Wishes 🔮

• Like the canon movie, wishes are taken at the age of 18 or older. Magnifico can't take from anyone under that age because their desires are not yet finalized. Children's desires change a lot growing up, so there isn't anything to form into an orb yet. The adults wishes are more focused, so he goes after those.

• The stronger the person's desire, the more power it gives Magnifico. He's gotten so addicted to that power that he secretly eats some unimportant wishes when he's really desperate. (referencing the original idea)

• Magnifico can't eat Star since he's usually in a human form, and he can't technically destroy energy, only transfer it. So he's just going to drain all of Star's magic till he's empty. No one knows if Star will run out of energy and return to the sky, or just simply die. Not even Star knows how it will end for him...

• Amaya doesn't eat the wishes like her husband, but she does absorb a wish once a month. The rest she does by hand by making the potions with exotic ingredients.

• A person can have more than one wish, but the spell only works for their deepest, truest desires. And that other wish can't replace the one you've lost. It comes from a person's soul, so its practically life essence trapped in an orb.

• When a wish is taken, it slowly causes side effects in the person by stages: Drowsiness, forgetfulness, lack of motivation, depression, and the final stage is flu-like sickness until they die. Only Sabino has been able to fight off those latter symptoms by constantly keeping moving forward himself towards his dream.

• A person can try to grant their own wish by going for it themselves, but they never quite reach it because that core part of themselves that drives them towards it is gone.

• If a wish is destroyed, that person will have 1 week to live before all their life force is drained. A broken wish can restored with the proper spell, but it must be done before the week is up.

•When a wish is restored, all the life force is put back into them instantly and the sickness vanishes. They will even have a big burst of joy and energy for a few minutes.

• The reason that Magnifico couldn't take Asha's wish is because it already went to Star. When he accepted her emotional plea for help, the magic of her wish was given to him. Star is her wish now.

• Asha will have a new wish by the end of the story, since her original wish will be granted. Its a bit of a bittersweet one though.

The Star Nomads 🌟✨🌌

I've gotten a lot of questions on how the nomads work here, so here's your info dump! I did my best to keep it simple.

• The star nomads live in a special space called "The Stratosphere", which is a magical layer they reside in between the Earth and the deeper parts of space. They could go to Earth if they wanted to, but it takes a lot of magic and choose not to waste it. Only Star has managed to come to Earth with the help of Asha.

• The nomads have a different animation style from the humans. While humans are in a 2D style, the nomads are in a UPA" Style in space. (see the pic below for an example 👇) It serves a reference to the real UPA Studio that wanted freedom to create anything they wanted.

• These beings roam the galaxy finding new planets, systems and formations that fascinate them and want to learn more about their universe.

• Countless nomads have seen Earth and are curious about it, but not enough to hold their attention for more than a week. However, Our Star grew an unusual attachment that's lasted his whole life. So much that he wished he could be down there.

• They can't read, since there's no reason to write or read in space.

• Stars can age like humans, but they take a very long time to reach elderly age (talking thousands here). So they'll physically look like adults for a long time. In Star's case, he's only 18, so he still actually resembles the human teenager both physically and mentally.

• The stars look like the canon plushie when they're newborns, and slowly gain a human-esque appearance as they grow older. Most stars choose and want to have more cosmic like appearances and only slightly resemble humans. For Star, he actively chose a fully human looking form because of his love for Earth and humans. He gave himself additional features when he came to Earth to look more attractive for Asha.

• Regardless of how many stars are in a family, the younger stars separate from them at 15 to explore. When they turn 18, they choose a name for themselves that suit them. Most stars do take on names humans give constellations or certain stars in particular.

• Nomads don't really like to be in big groups unless they have to be. The closest is two stars that are mates. So Star trying to join them long term is why he annoys them. Some nomads can be cheerful, while others vary in emotional state.

• If they see someone under stress, they touch foreheads to calm them down. Its also a sign of affection.

• Nomads don't get too attached because the memories of their families start to fade away as they enter adulthood. So it won't hurt of they don't remember them. This is why they're mostly aloof with others. Star's been holding onto his memories as long as possible, which causing him emotional stress.

• There are no royal stars in this universe, so nomads are just ordinary in this instance. Its what they choose to use the magic for that makes any of them stand out, and it's only limited by their imagination. Star's magic basically run on the classic Disney style magic, which is why he loves to turn into animals and make things talk. This is also why Star wants to look like a prince or hero to Asha, so he feels like he can better enough for her.

• There are rumors of a star that can grant human's (or even other stars) wishes, but no-one has ever seen it. It may not even exist.....yet.

• Nomads court their potential mate with a song. If the desired mate sings along with them and the solo song becomes a duet, they become mates for life.

And that's the rest of the magic system! Thanks to everyone who's been submitting questions about the stars and the wishes of this AU! Stay tuned for more lore, cause next I delve into The Hamlet and more of Asha's side of this world. Including more about her family! (Especially Tomás)

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[delightfulpainterdelusion]

Showing Your alter ego: A Deepswap & PPnude Trip into the Fun World of Face Swapping

Let's rewind to a moment when my creativity was simmering on a low flame. I was looking for a spark to ignite it, something that would let my imagination run wild. Enter Deepswap and the PPnude AI Face Swap tool, a nifty online gem that I stumbled upon. These aren't just techy tools; they're like having a magic wand that turns your day-to-day photos into portals to new realities.

Remember the last time you wished you could trade places with someone, if only for a laugh? That's exactly where Deepswap and PPnude tag team to make the impossible, possible. Imagine swapping faces with a friend, a celebrity, or even a character from your favorite movie. The idea is as thrilling as it is simple: pick a photo, choose a face, and let the AI work its magic. But it's not just about the cool factor—it's about the stories that unfold when you see yourself in someone else's shoes, or eyes, or smirk.

The first time I used Deepswap, I was skeptical. Could it really be as seamless as it promised? The answer was a resounding yes. With a couple of clicks, I was swapping my face with my dog's. Okay, it sounds bizarre, but the laughter that followed was the best medicine I needed. And let's not forget about PPnude's online free tool. It's like the secret sauce that makes the entire experience smoother. The interface is user-friendly, ensuring that even those of us who aren't tech whizzes can delve into right in and play.

But let's get down to brass tacks. The tool's power lies in its simplicity. You don't need to be a digital artist or an expert in photo editing to use Deepswap or PPnude. The AI does the heavy lifting, leaving you to play and create. I've spent hours exploring different combinations, and each one is like a little surprise. It's fascinating how the nuances of a person's expression can be captured and transferred, making each swap feel like a tiny work of art.

Now, you might be wondering, where's the line between fun and respect for privacy? It's a valid concern. I've found that the key is to use these tools responsibly. They're designed to be a source of entertainment and creativity, not a vehicle for misuse. When you use Deepswap or PPnude, always make sure you have the okay to swap faces. After all, consent is cool, and it keeps the fun in a good place.

And for those who like to push boundaries, there's the NSFW mode. It's like the tool's wild side, but it's not for everyone. It's there to remind us that with great power comes great responsibility—or at least the promise of a good laugh. But be warned: once you turn it on, there's no telling where your swaps might take you.

My trip with Deepswap and PPnude has been nothing short of revelatory. It's not just about the swapped photos; it's about the conversations that start because of them. Have you ever swapped faces with someone and then found yourself discussing the nuances of expression or the way someone smiles? These tools open doors to new dialogues, helping us see the world—and each other—through a different lens.

I'm not going to lie, sometimes the swaps go a bit wonky. The technology, as advanced as it is, isn't infallible. But that's part of the charm. It's like life: sometimes it's about hugging the imperfections. Plus, those little quirks often lead to the best stories. Can you imagine showing up at a party with your face swapped with a friend's, only for the app to have a little glitch, making you both look like entirely new people? The confusion, the laughter, the inevitable photo evidence—it's gold.

So, if you're looking for a way to shake things up, to add a little spice to your day, consider giving Deepswap and PPnude a whirl. They're more than just tools; they're gateways to new experiences, new conversations, and a heap of fun. Remember, it's not just about swapping faces—it's about swapping perspectives and creating memories that you'll look back on and smile. After all, who knew that a simple face swap could be a ticket to such a rich and rewarding ride?

[bat-connoisseur]

"🌳 Would your OC survive for a week on their own in the wilderness?" and "🌊 Has your OC ever seen the ocean? If not, do they want to? What do they think of it?" for whoever you wish

I'll go ahead and answer for Deimos and Lethe since they've been on the brain recently.

Deimos:

🌳- Probably. He can hunt reasonably well and knows to stay the hell away from owlbears and such, and even though he's used to living in a city he's not used to excess or easily coming by the things he needs. Plus his magic would make keeping warm and lighting fires much easier. His main issue would probably be water but if he could find a stream then he'd be fine. Although let's be honest Deimos the kind of guy to drink out of a puddle and contract a disease. Hopefully a survivable one but it wouldn't help.

���- He's seen it! He's from a coastal city :> He likes it well enough and thinks it's pretty to look at but prefers to stay on land. Swimming isn't his strong suit and I feel like the sheer scale of the sea would freak him out a bit. On a boat in the middle of the ocean with just flat nothing on all sides and who knows what below him? That's scary stuff for a little freak of a man.

Lethe:

🌳- Lethe can survive the wilderness, but he would have a bad time. He survived alone in the Underdark for a while which I feel would have transferable skills (how to not be eaten by something that really wants to eat you) but he'd struggle with the elements (getting rained on and then chilled to the bone by wind for example). There's also his tendency to freak out and hurt animals which would be fine if it was something small he could eat, but fuck with the wrong creature and he would be in a lot of trouble. He's not helped by the fact that he can't really do magic all that well without an instrument so he'd struggle much more than Deimos. He would make it though. And he would know better than to drink out of a puddle.

🌊- He's seen multiple! He appreciates the beauty of it and the general poetic wonder of large bodies of water, but prefers them as metaphors. He doesn't know how to work a boat, he also never learnt to swim (it's all instinct mr freeman, I'm scared!!) so he admires it from a safe distance. Also being confined in a limited space with nowhere to escape to is a worrying prospect for a man who kills people uncontrollably sometimes. Boats and Lethe do not mix I would say.

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[peerlessscowl]

Hot Leif Juice

viridescent-lance

Forsyth has never been particularly suited to undercover missions, but when they require a strong personality, his natural talents can overcome his weakness at covertness! If he is being entirely honest, the idea of playing a great hero in a stage performance is something he’s wanted to do for some time, though this is a mission, not a vacation. He will allow himself only as much fun as what benefits the mission.

He’s been paired with a steely-faced young man named Raymond, a recent transfer student whose stance and demeanor betrays the experience of a trained mercenary or soldier. Forsyth does not wish to pry, but it is a relief that his partner will be acquainted with this sort of mission, or at least be able to conduct himself in a professional manner.

He does lack the ‘boyish attitude,’ though. Really, it’s almost as if the two of them together could play the part perfectly!

“Hmmm…I do wonder if perhaps we could train together for the part? Only one of us needs to get in, and the other can be an understudy! A sound plan, if I do say so myself.” Forsyth hovers a hand over his lance’s handle, then over that of his axe. “I’ll admit, my proficiency mainly lies in that of two weapons, and some healing magic. But I could certainly learn, and the demeanor of the part is one I come to naturally!”

Raymond looks the part, and Forsyth does wonder at his own weapon proficiency. He’s a more subdued individual, for sure, but acting is something that can bring out unexpected sides of people!

“The brochure we’ve gotten our hands on outlines the part fairly well, and contains a script for the audition. That seems a fair place to start?” Forsyth begins to unpack the sack of various training weapons he’s brought, two apiece for swords, lances, axes, bows, gauntlets, even staves. It was a doozy to bring, even on a horse, and he realizes now that the inn room is perhaps not the greatest of places to be doing this. “There’s a public training grounds we passed on the way here that seemed relatively unused. That may be a fair place to begin?”

Ah yes. The brochure.  

Raven frowned at the mention of it, resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It was a garish little pamphlet, studded here and there in oddly phrased propaganda and poorly spaced pictographs. It was clearly put together in a hurry, and it was one of the stupider things Raven had seen a crime syndicate use as a recruitment tool. 

But Sir Forsyth was right, it did contain a script that they could follow for the audition, and he supposed the fairest place to start was by reading the instructions. 

Raven helped Sir Forsyth gather the weapons they had amassed for the mission, borrowed what seemed like one of everything from the training ground at the monastery. It had seemed like overkill, but the brochure was clear that this Lief was well acquainted with all facets of warfare. Raven himself had some experience, though he could not boast such thoroughness – the Cornwell master-at-arms had trained him well in swords, a bit in axes and using only the gifts of his body, and those skills had been reinforced by his time with various mercenary corps and on his own. 

But other such implements – lances, bows, magic? He was woefully ignorant of anything but how to take them down. Perhaps with a little ingenuity, he could reverse engineer some facsimile of expertise. Enough to fool this 'Dragon', anyhow. 

Weapons slung over their shoulders, he and Sir Forsyth made their way to the public training grounds, a dinky little space that was not well kept but boasted a blessed privacy for their little mission. As they unpacked their martial kit, Raven found himself reaching for the sword out of instinct before he caught himself. 

The point is to be a master of all, not just a one-trick pony. 

And so, he settled his fist around the grip of the bow, the leather worn and soft under his grip. Even if Sir Forsyth was not terribly light on his feet to avoid shots, surely his armor would prevent him getting harmed. 

Shooting a few test shots at a target nearby, he collected the arrows once more and stood opposite Sir Forsyth, ready and waiting. 

Oh. Right. 

He tugged the brochure out of his back pocket, eyed it dubiously and flicked to the script, scanning the pithy one liners for anything that didn't feel ridiculous to say. 

"Um. I am Leif of Leonster! No, I'm not saying that. Uh." He frowned, alighting on something that felt a little more comfortable in his own voice. "You have taken my home from me, villain! And I will reclaim it if it takes my last breath!" 

A grimace. "Was that okay?" 

[nogoodnik-captions]

Kate, Charlotte, and Lindsey

The three busty blonde models had gotten together for a beach bikini shoot, and it was to be billed as a “once in a lifetime” event. Kate knowingly smirked to herself before she went to the shoot. Of course it'd be once in a lifetime, she thought. After today, the other two wouldn't have careers, at least, not as busty models, that was for sure. Kate had acquired a “wishing stone”, and what she wished for was that, by the end of the day, all of their impressive chests would transfer completely over to hers. As it glowed, she put the stone away in her purse…

Kate walked out to the beach, set her purse down, and said hello to the other two women in their matching white bikinis, and all three, as well as the camera workers, seemed enthusiastic about what would be a legendary shoot.

The three all posed for multiple photos, as well as some behind-the-scenes video footage. As the shoot went on, Kate was disappointed that the transfer hadn't occurred yet. Then the poses got a bit more risque…Charlotte straddled Kate as she laid out on a towel, and both looked at the camera in a sultry manner. Lindsey and Charlotte took their bikini tops off and embraced, squishing their large breasts together. Then Charlotte did the same with Kate, but little did she realize that this would be a career ending mistake.

Kate wrapped her arms around Charlotte, and pulled her in tighter, and the cameras kept snapping photos. However, Charlotte could barely believe what she was starting to feel, as Kate's breasts rubbed more and more on her's, it felt like she was getting smaller and Kate was getting…bigger? Kate briefly let her out of her tight grip, and Charlotte looked down and saw that her once F cup breasts were now “only” D-cups, while Kate's had started to overflow her bra even more. The sensation Charlotte felt was somewhat odd, like getting your blood drawn, but at the same time, she almost felt aroused. Kate herself laughed mischievously

Kate pulled Charlotte back in, gripping her even tighter, causing Charlotte to moan loudly and embarrassingly. The camera crew seemed to think the two were just playing things up for the cameras, leaving Kate free to absolutely drain Charlotte. Soft breasts squished onto soft breasts, but soon, Kate would completely engulf Charlotte's size, surging from a J cup, then K, L, M, N…whopping, massive jiggling mounds like this were rare, even among bikini models, but Charlotte now found herself flattened, and as far away from those ranks as possible, with a sub-A-cup chest size. Kate finally let Charlotte go, and Charlotte ran off, the cameras mostly focusing on the bouncy Kate. In the back of her mind, Charlotte tried to look on the bright side, thinking that at least she'd have less back problems, but she knew these thoughts wouldn't do her much good; she was basically out of a job now.

Meanwhile, Lindsey had looked on in shock, then in amusement as the flat-chested Charlotte ran off. “Looks like there's one less busty blonde competitor to worry about, then!” She accidentally said out loud. Lindsey thought to herself “Even with those new overgrown things Kate has, I'm still the hottest girl around here.” She stepped back in front of the cameras, trying to show off and get in the way of her rival. “Don't get too cocky, you over-inflated bimbo!” Kate shouted back at Lindsey. “How about I give you a kiss on those plump lips of yours?” Kate said in a breathy tone, sending a sort of magic mist over to Lindsey that made the offer irresistible to her. Unfortunately for her, she'd soon find that there would only be one busty blonde left out of the three in the end…

Kate kissed Lindsey, and the cameras couldn't help but capture this amazing moment. Kate held Lindsey in a passionate-seeming embrace, locking lips and even tongues with the other blonde. Her breasts dwarfed even Lindsey's F-cups currently, but soon, Lindsey would go from small in comparison to small period. The intense kiss would make the draining go even faster, as Lindsey's muffled moans into Kate's mouth made the process feel even better for the busty blonde breast thief. Massive N cups surged out even further, threatening to snap off their bikini top completely as they took the first few sizes of Lindsey's formerly fat rack, now rendered a mere small C-cup in a matter of seconds. Kate pulled her mouth away from Lindsey's, and both got to see each other's facial expressions, one of smug self-satisfaction on Kate's, and one of defeated sadness on Lindsey's. Kate gave Lindsey a quick peck on the cheek, then let her drop to the sandy floor as the last of her rival's breasts floated into her own, finally breaking off her bikini top.

The cameras certainly loved taking shots of wobbling, almost stupefying T-Cups. Lindsey almost cried as she tried to keep her incredibly loose bra on, trying to avoid exposing her pathetic mosquito bites in the face of such a marvelous rack. “What good's a bimbo without big tits?” Kate whispered to her fallen foe. Lindsey ran off in fear, drained of her pride and joy, as Kate laughed, now triumphant for sure as the top busty blonde in the business.

Nevertheless, she remained cautious, not wanting to give up her throne to any other potential competition. She went back to her bags to check for her magic wishing stone, only to be shocked that she couldn't find it. She looked frantically around the area, wobbling about as she did, only to look up and see a busty brunette approaching her, holding the stone. “Excuse me, m'aam, I think you dropped this…”

[tartglias]

Xiao, Zhongli and Venti with an immortal s/o

“Sooo 👀 can i request so some fluff hc for venti, xiao and zhongli with an immortal s/o?”

thank you so much for requesting!! this is my first time writing for more than one character at a time so it was a challenge lol thank you sm!!

Xiao

Xiao never understood the importance of time. Days, months, even years feel like nothing when you’re immortal. What a funny thing that is, immortality. He knows normal humans would do anything for it, and he despises them for that. Nothing so great came free, he knew that well. He was freed from tortures, only to get tormented by karma. He could still hear the voices and screams calling for help from tortured souls, these still haunt him daily. But the worst moments come when he sees that figure, that person who he once considered close. So close he could use the human word “soulmate”, if he believed in those, to describe who that person meant to him.

Many centuries back he met you, such a gentle person who got to break down his hard walls. A smile, a touch, a kiss. That’s all it took. So many meaningless years, and he never once encountered a person as kind yet strong like you. Someone who made the daily nightmares cease, with a simple smile and brush of fingers.

He remembers your last words like it was the day before. You were on top of one of the tall stones in Huaguang Stone Forest, Xiao laying his head on your lap and you placing small qingxin flowers on his hair. He wouldn’t allow anyone do that to him ever, but in the end, you were you. And you were different.

“Xiao” you called, once you were done placing the flowers. He opened his eyes and muttered a “hm?” in response. “I have to leave soon. Mondstadt calls me”

He sat up.

“What do you mean?”

“By tomorrow morning, I’ll be on my way back to Mondstadt” you said, quietly standing up.

He stood up too.

“When will I see you again?” he asked, now not being able to look at you.

“I don’t know” you said, reaching out for his hand and taking it. You placed a soft kiss on his knuckles, and he felt himself calm down at the gesture for a moment.

“I meant it when I said I’ll love you forever, Xiao” you said, finally locking eyes with him. You had teary eyes, he dreaded to see you like that. If it were up to him, he would swallow every bit of pain in your body and soul, just to see you smile.

And with that, you disappeared. As quickly as you broke down his walls, you disappeared just as quick the next day. Days, months and years became even more meaningless, but somehow he felt them longer. He missed you every day, he whispered to the moon every night, wishing that some archon would hear and bring you back to him. He knew you were like him, but he never heard from you again. Were you able to finally cross to the other side? He tried to erase those thoughts from his mind.

He later found himself in that very same stone, the one in which he last saw you. New Qingxin flowers blossomed, and they reminded him of you. He sat down, staring at the horizon. But then, he felt a strange swift of wind, and a presence behind him. He quickly stood up, ready to put his mask on and kill whoever dared to interrupt his solitude. But he didn’t. The mask in his hand dropped to the floor, next to the flowers.

“I’m back” you said, with a shy smile.

“You’re back” he said, more to himself than to you. Were you really there?

His question was soon answered, once you stepped closer and pulled him in a hug. He found himself wrapping his arms around you, holding you as close as he could, while trying to hold back his tears.

“I’m sorry I took so long, my beloved” you said as you locked your eyes with his. You grabbed his hand and held it, but you never once let go of the hug.

“I’m here to stay now” you whispered.

Zhongli

“You need to stop playing with people’s hearts” Zhongli said, as he sipped on his tea and looked at you questioningly. You rolled your eyes in response and put your focus back on your potion. A few petals from the most exotic flower in Teyvat, a little bit of juice made from vines and a teaspoon of slime condensate.

“Sometimes mortals need a little push in the right direction” You said, finishing up the mix and transferring it to a small bottle made of glass. “Plus, we’ve been here for centuries, I’m bored and I need a hobby”

“I don’t think that messing with human’s love lives can be considered a hobby. I don’t think it’s morally correct” he said.

“You’re very dramatic. I can feel the true desires of every being that touches the soil in Teyvat, and if I sense that the desire is mutual, I simply work my magic” You said, sitting back on your chair next to the tall man.

“Can’t you let them figure it out by themselves?” He asked.

“That’s no fun Zhongli” You said, finishing up the sweet perfume-potion you were creating.

You and Zhongli have been friends for centuries. You met when you moved to Liyue as the representative of the Dendro Archon, someone you really looked up to. Zhongli was kind enough to make you feel at home, and soon became friends with the Geo Archon. Though you must admit, you always wished it was something more.

Maybe that’s why you picked up this “hobby” of yours. Unrequited love is something painful and mortals only live a short life, you believe they should live it fully, if possible.

“Are you alright?” Zhongli asked, interrupting your thoughts with a concerned look on his face. You didn’t realize you had a sad look on yours.

“Oh? Yeah of course” You said, quickly brushing it off and proceeding decorating the small glass bottle.

“Y/n-“ he started, placing a hand on top of yours in order to get your attention. “I’ve known you for a long time. I know when something is wrong”

It was funny. He knew you like the back of his hand, he knew how to read you since the first time he laid his eyes on you. Yet he never found out how you truly felt about him, how your heart made like a million flips whenever he did something as simple as hold your hand, or brush a hair away from your face. All these little things and gestures, have been making you swoon over your closest friend for years, centuries even.

“Time and love are strange concepts, aren’t they?” You asked, looking straight at him. Here goes nothing, you thought.

“I believe those are rather simple concepts”

“You can spend a lifetime with someone, know every habit and expression but you don’t know how they truly feel about you” You said staring at him, searching for any hint that indicated he knew what you were talking about. But you saw nothing. Who were you kidding? He’s just your friend, has been for a long time.

You let out a defeated laugh, standing up and letting go of his hand. “Forgive me, I don’t really know what i’m saying” you said, grabbing the potion and starting to leave. But you felt his hand on your wrist, stopping your movements.

“You said you felt the desires of every being that stepped foot on Teyvat’s soil, am I right?” he asked, looking at you. You nodded. “Does it work on me?”

“You wanted to get close to me, as a friend”

“My apologies my dearest y/n, but I think your blessing is wrong” he said, standing up and holding your hand once again. “I did want to get closer to you as a friend at first, but not any longer. I’ve been observing mortals for a while as well, on my daily walks through Liyue Harbor, and I think I finally understood my feelings”

You were sure that if Zhongli listened close enough, he would hear the fast beating of your heart.

“I’ve been waiting for you to use your love potion on me, my dear y/n. I’m sure it wouldn’t have worked anyways since I believe it would take a lot of effort to make an effective potion that could work on me. But it would have given me the excuse to tell you how I really feel” he said.

“How do you feel then?” you asked him, looking up at the tall man.

“I think I’m very lucky to have you by my side, and it makes me want to travel to the Dendro nation and personally thank the Archon for assigning you to Liyue. I also want you to still be by my side for the centuries to come, if you’re okay with that” he said, lowering his voice by the end.

You acted before you could process your thoughts. You stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek gently, never letting go of his hand. He liked you, he felt the same way about you. It was real.

“I’m okay with that” you replied.

Venti

It was almost noon, almost an hour after the original time you accorded with Venti to meet. You planned a picnic date by the big tree near the statue of the Seven, your favorite spot. The same spot which later, became Venti’s favorite spot as well.

He wasn’t a person who would jump straight to conclusions. You were late. Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you couldn’t find the guitar you promised to bring so you could play a duet. Being late doesn’t mean something bad happened, right?”

He decided to wait a few more moments, but once the sun set, he had enough. He went out to try and find you. He went to your house, but noticed the door was locked and no one was inside. “They left” he thought.

He slowly but surely started to get desperate. Where were you? Were you hurt? Did you get lost somehow? He went to Angel’s Share, and not even Master Diluc had seen you. If Venti wasn’t in such a panicked state, he would have noticed the rare concerned and worried look Diluc had on his face.

If any traveler walked by literally any road in Mondstadt, they would soon encounter a big rush of wind. Venti went from here to there as fast as he could, trying to find you.

He soon enough found you in Stormbearer Mountains, fighting hilichurls and two pyro mages. You looked tired, sweat covering your body and your clothes were dirty. It was obvious that this has been going on for a while. You gripped your sword as hard as you could, and kept fighting. Why didn’t you call for him? With no exception, Venti tells you daily to call for him if you ever encounter a problem. It’s not that he doesn’t think you’re strong, oh no, he believed you were the strongest mortal in Teyvat. But in the end, to him you were still a mortal. Fragile and over-sensitive. He often told you to call his name, that the wind will carry it and he will appear there to help you out. So why didn’t you?

“y/n!” he screamed, once he laid his eyes on you. You turned around and saw a rush on wind, and felt his presence. What you didn’t feel though, was the pyro attack coming from one of the mages. The mage summoned three pyro artifacts that surrounded you, and burnt you. You felt your energy slip away, your head dizzy and your body burning. Then, you felt the cold wind, Venti quickly finishing off the mages and the remaining hilichurls.

Venti thought it was over. You were kneeled down, burnt skin, gasping for air. It was over, you were going to die. He felt his eyes water and fear running through his veins. He wrapped his arms around you, making you lean on his chest.

“Don’t leave me” he begged. “please”

“My dear, I don’t think I can” you said, letting out a short laugh.

“Please stay strong, I think I can carry you to the cathedral but you need to hold very still so-“ he started saying, now fully crying but you interrupted him by putting a hand on his cheek and wiping his tears with your thumb.

“I’m serious, I don’t think I can leave anyways. Venti, I literally can’t die.” you said, with a laugh and slowly standing up.

“You... you’re immortal?” he asked, looking up at you, not being able to leave the floor.

You nodded. “I thought you knew”

“I hate you” he said, standing up and wiping away his tears. “I do”

“No you don’t. But you’re cute though!” you said, grabbing his face and kissing the tip of his nose. “I’m very sorry I’m late though, my commission took longer than I thought but let me compensate you with dinner and a bottle of wine”

“But you’re still burnt?” he asked you, concern still in his face.

“Oh don’t worry about that, it will rip out when I start walking. I have healthy skin underneath” you said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Why do I feel like this is not your first time getting so hurt?” he asked letting out a soft chuckle, suddenly feeling lighter now that he knows you’re okay and will probably be okay for a long long while.

“Eh, been there done that a few times” you simply said, taking his hand and walking back to the city of Mondstadt.

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In The Woods Somewhere

Chapter VIII

Summery: In her 6th year, reader meets the charming Professor Lupin and their friendship begins. Reader is 16-17 at the beginning (nothing nsfw until reader is of age.) and for the story’s sake, Lupin stays as the DADA Professor into the Goblet of Fire.

Pairing: Professor Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of injuries.

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The news of Buckbeak’s execution spread through Hogwarts like wildfire. Though it had been months since the stellar creature defended itself against Draco Malfoy, most students were only just finding out. It didn’t help that the Malfoy patriarch made sure the hippogriff would be killed, rather then be transferred or spared.

It was terrible.

Y/n paid a visit to Hagrid to give her condolences. He was an overtly kind wizard who had finally made Care of Magical Creatures exceedingly interesting. The man was so enamoured with being a professor, it almost broke him to say goodbye to one of his most prized magical creature; it all came down to the cruelty of man. Y/n tried to comfort him, but there is so little one can say when death is involved.

Draco barely had a scratch, the git. Y/n had her skin shredded trying to escape a werewolf and she didn’t go out the the Forbidden Forest with a search party and pitchforks. The Malfoy Family was drunk on their wealth and the hold it had over the ministry. And everyone knew it. Y/n almost pitied the Malfoy boy; being brought up in a family like that- it must be a cold, lonely life. But Lucius Malfoy himself was just plain despicable.

The day finally came.

July 6th was an ominous Monday. All day, the executioner -Macnair- sat in the courtyard sharpening his blade, a disturbing smile on his face. Y/n passed him on her way to Charms, she wanted to vomit just looking at him. He clearly took pleasure in his job. Disgusting.

Y/n didn’t eat breakfast that day. Her appetite was gone.

It was going to be a long day.

-

Professor Lupin hadn’t been in class. Y/n noticed that he seemed to have a poor immune system as he was often sick. On more than one occasion, she brought him a thermos of soup from the kitchens to his door the night after not seeing him in class. He didn’t answer usually, sometimes saying just to leave it at the door and that she was too kind. It was another one of those days, y/n mused. After dinner she would take some food for him. Maybe see if Madame Pomfrey had a tonic for him too.

“Now class, I must ask that you all return to your dormitories immediately after dinner. No wandering around the grounds.” Professor Mcgonagall instructed the students beginning to file out of their last class of the day. The Gryffindor head of house didn’t want any student to behold the horror of a creature as magnificent as a Hippogriff get executed.

Y/n felt a pang of hurt in her stomach. She wished someone could do something.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” Came the airy voice of Luna. She toddled along side her as they headed to the Great Hall for dinner. The young witch looked over at her friend.

“I’m sorry Lulu…my head is a bit off kilter today. I’m not that hungry either.” She mumbled.

The blonde girl nodded in understanding and took y/n’s hand. “I think everything will be okay.” She was such a sweet girl. Always there to reassure y/n even if her facts didn’t make sense.

“I’m sure you’re right.” Y/n smiled at her and the girl skipped ahead.

There was a low hum in the Great Hall. No loud laughs, or shrieks. Just conversation. It was odd to see it like that. More often than not, it was a boisterous mess. Y/n took her seat and tried to relax, but something in her wouldn’t settle.

Something itched in the back of her mind.

What Professor Lupin had said a week ago to Professor Snape that night. A project they were working on, or something like that? The two men barely spoke to each other the entire year it seemed, yet there they were completing a project of some kind together. Y/n decided to ask professor Snape tonight during her brewing session. He had been terribly quiet ever since Lupin came in that night. He watched her still, but he barely said a word except to correct her.

It was odd to her how consistently he watched her procedure for her tonic. At this point she was just brewing it there because it was easier than lugging the cauldron up to her dorm along with the ingredients, she didn’t need him, but every night she was there, he was too. She would ask him questions about his past, what his years at Hogwarts were like. It took a couple months for him to tell her anything though. From what he did say, they sounded dull and dark, he was treated terribly by many students.

That aside though, she managed to get him to tell her about his genius too. It was only a partial surprise that he was an extraordinary wizard. And not just with potions. Snape didn’t say too much, but he mentioned how he had mastered most potions in each school year before the summer break was over. He also took to creating his own spells. Imagine that. His own spells. And they worked. They were vicious, but they were proper spells. This had made y/n’s eye light up and before she knew it, she was berating him with questions for her own private studies.

Y/n had a long-term project in which she attempted to make usable spells out of the ones Gilderoy Lockhart boasted about in his books, which were complete rubbish. But the infuriating thing about his work was it was like he stopped halfway through extensive research, stopped and said “I’ll make up the rest.”

Much of the spells had merit to them, but there was always something off. There was one in particular that she had been struggling with all year; the Homorphus Charm. The theory was there but it would never fully form into a spell. Just a little glow at the end of her wand. It was maddening.

“Professor?” She had asked one evening.

“Hmm?” He rumbled from his desk, half listening.

“I was wondering if you could help me with a charm that I’m trying to work on. I took it from Lockhart’s book, I know it’s all a pile of junk…but I’ve managed to actually utilize some of them and I’m stuck on one. Could you give me some pointers? I only ask because it may actually help someone.” She pleaded. Her potion took an hour to brew every other night so she had time.

After a moment he let out a large breath through his nose.

“Very well. What is it that you need? Professor Snape asked begrudgingly. Though he seemed irritated, he didn’t hate that she was asking for his help, it made his chest warm. She confided in him and having that tie made him more than willing to help her.

“I think with this one I’m missing some kind of intention, sir. Like the Patronus charm? The charm itself is meant to transform a person who has transformed into a creature, back into a human temporarily. I’ve been trying to figure it out since the summer, sir.”

She left out the very specific part about the “creature” being a werewolf. After what happened to her, it was a touchy subject; as soon as she mentioned the word, professors would immediately tell her to not go there. But what if the lycan that attacked her was a student she knew? She could perform the charm long enough to learn their identity and get them help.

“A spell such as this one likely requires a great deal of willpower and intention. You are not just casting a spell- you are causing the transition from beast to man. Think of the dedication it takes to become an Animagus. It can take the better part of 5 years for most. You must hold the leaf of a Mandrake in your mouth for a whole month, then use said leaf to make a potion; which you then have to drink during a lightning storm. It takes more than willpower to do that. So imagine what you will have to do in order to force a transformation at will.” He finished. Y/n’s mouth had gone dry from not swollowing. She hung onto every word.

No wonder that spell wouldn’t work…

“I’ll consider that, Professor. Thank you.” She nodded and gave him a thankful smile.

He gave her a curt nod and went back to marking. Y/n turned back to her potion and began adding the Porcupine quills when she heard a soft, “Miss l/n?”

She turned around, not sure if she heard it. Professor Snape was watching her, but not quite looking at her directly. He said something that surprised the young witch. He said two words that held more meaning that she knew at the time.

“Be careful.”

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Y/n could only stomach a small dinner. Soup and a bread. Her pie just sat next to her plate. The young witch was acutely aware that Professor Lupin was also not at dinner, either.

He must be terribly unwell.

As soon as dinner finished, y/n ran to the hospital wing. Surely Madame Pomfrey would have a vile of Pepperup Potion. That would perk Professor Lupin up. Y/n slipped into the hospital wing quickly and managed to find the Pepperup and ran out as fast as she could. The last person she wanted to be scolded by was Madame Pomfrey.

Y/n made her way down to the kitchens next. The chatter above her gave away as she descended down to the cellar. She always had to be careful no one saw her, but there were enough quiet halls to hide in if someone came along. The house elves covered for her too, saying there was no one else down there but them. It seemed she was finally in their good books.

Once she got a bowl of soup, some bread rolls and a steak, y/n began the long journey back up and all the way to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. The halls were quiet and the sun had almost completely set; it was an eerily peaceful night. She knocked on the door a couple times.

Nothing.

Y/n opened the door to the class; it was dark and almost creepy in there. If the classroom belonged to anyone else she would have been scared. Unlike the other times she had brought him food, she didn’t see a light coming from the room above the stairs where his quarters were. Odd.

Y/n slowly ascended the steps, if he was asleep, she didn’t want to wake him. She waited a moment outside, almost nervous.

“P-professor Lupin, sir?” She whispered, “I’m sorry to disturb you but I brought some dinner and a vile of Pepperup.” Nothing. She knocked again and the door opened against her knuckles.

Y/n slowly peered in and looked around. If she was caught it was detention for the rest of the year. The room seemed empty. The only light was from the dying embers of a fire. Y/n placed the food on his desk, clearing away any papers. She stood there for a moment, then noticed the 6 empty viles on his desk. One was full.

Strange…

It looked familiar. Almost a baby blue colour.

Where have I seen-

Then she remembered the first night she spent down in the dungeons. That cauldron off to the side.

“Professor Snape I do apologize but I was wondering if you have time to finish that project I asked you about?”

That’s what Lupin had said. That night.

The fowl smell that came from that cauldron…

Then it clicked.

The night in the Forbidden Forest.

The potion.

The Lycan.

It was him.

She picked up the vile and held it up against the night sky that shone through the window.

Wolfsbane.

Y/n let out a single laugh in disbelief.

Remus Lupin.

It was even in his name.

Remus being a figure from Greek Mythology, a man who was raised by a wolf. Lupin coming from the latin “lupinus” which meant “of a wolf”. It had been in a book she read years ago, describing Lycans through history.

Then a thought hit her like a tonne of bricks: It was a full moon tonight. And he hadn’t taken the final potion. He needed it to reduce the effects.

Merlin.

Y/n was out of the room within seconds. Vowing to find Professor Lupin before it was too late.

Why wouldn’t he take the last potion?

She strode through the halls, moonlight shining across her face. Then she heard it.

She was too late.

The howl.

It shot ice through her veins.

She ran to the window and searched the grounds. Then she saw them.

Down by the Womping Willow.

She didn’t know who. But she saw him.

The same Lycan.

Y/n knew she wasn’t supposed to, but she decided this one more time, she would apparate out of the castle. It was never a nice feeling. Like being squeezed through a tube of toothpaste.

But it was over as fast as it started. She was by Hagrid’s Hut, not wanting to be too close. She had no idea what was happening, but she knew it wasn’t good. She needed to find Professor Lupin.

Her legs began to take her towards the enchanted tree. Sounds of a struggle echoed into the night. Then another howl rang out, followed by another; it was higher- another one?

Y/n’s heart drummed in her ears.

Thump

Thump

Thump

Thump

Thump

Thump

Her legs were weak. Her lungs burned like hellfire.

Y/n had no idea why she was running to him. She didn’t know why she felt a need to find him. But she had to. Even if it was the last thing she did.

The Womping Willow was right in front of her and it was eerily still. Y/n rounded the trunk of the tree and came face to face with three people she knew very well.

Professor Snape. Unconscious.

Hermione Granger. Frantic.

Ronald Weasley. Injured.

“What happened?” She was breathless. The students looked beyond shocked at her appearance. Ron and Hermione exchanged looks.

“It’s a long story.” Hermione mumbled, “What are you doing here, y/n?” She asked, thoroughly confused.

Y/n nodded and simply said, “It’s a long story.”

Just as she finished, another howl sounded from the Forbidden Forest.

Professor Lupin.

She gave the girl one more look then took off towards the sound.

Thump

Thump

Thump

Thump

A white noise filled her head. She knew the students were calling after her to try and stop her running. She knew she should listen.

But she didn’t.

The woods engulfed her. Transporting her back to that night. Suddenly her senses were peaked, she heard and felt everything. The dementors were close, that familiar cold surrounded her just like that night on the train.

Then came that feeling of being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she could almost taste the adrenaline in her veins. He was there. Slowly, y/n turned in a half circle on her heel. It was dead quiet, but she knew he was there. Then, stalking out from behind a thick trunked tree came those same harrowing eyes reflecting the moonlight. His breath formed clouds in the night air. His claws formed deep divets in the soil.

Professor Lupin.

I do not fear you.

She took a deep breath and waited. He strode silently towards her, hind legs crouching low. He was getting ready to lunge at any second.

Y/n gripped her wand.

“Wand at the ready.” He always said.

And she was indeed ready.

He leapt, claws bared, eyes wild.

Time seemed to stop.

Y/n stared down the creature.

Those eyes.

And just like that, his claws pushed her down and his teeth were in her face. Y/n felt the hot air from his mouth and smelled the fowl breath. But she was ready. She was there for a reason. And the time for that reason came.

Y/n let out a piercing cry and jutted her wand to the neck of the Lycan. She latched onto it’s ears with the other hand, and with a stare that could kill, she screamed “Homorphia!”

A yellow jet of light exploded from her wand and shot the Lycan off of her. He let out a blood curdling yelp and whined as he began to change. The young witch could hear the cracking of bones as the werewolf shrunk slowly. Y/n watched as the creature morphed into a human. It was mesmerizing.

Then, within moments, lying before her was the man she knew and trusted. Professor Lupin. Unconscious, bloody and dirtied.

His clothes had been torn to shreds during his untimely transformation. Y/n quickly draped her cloak over his body, having to act quickly. She pulled out the Wolfsbane from her pocket and forced the liquid down his throat. Lupin lay there with his eyes closed. He looked peaceful, but y/n didn’t have time to dwell on that. Making sure he was covered, she visualized his office and apparated them back.

The embers in the fireplace had long burned out. The moonlight shone through the windows. Y/n quickly grabbed any firewood she could see, and placed it in the harth, “Incendio.” She whispered. A jet of flames filled the fireplace; its warmth began to spread through the room.

Y/n went to the plates of food she set down earlier and tapped each plate with her wand. Steam began to emit from the food. For someone who often forgot meals until they turned cold, y/n had learned this charm years ago to heat her food.

“Y/n?” The sound of her name came from the slumped figure of Professor Lupin. She turned, startled. He was sat up, clutching her cloak tightly around himself. She mentally praised herself for grabbing it. This would have been a far more awkward situation otherwise.

He had clearly been watching her.

The man looked tired and overrun. As if he lost a battle. A few new scratches marked his handsome face and neck.

Y/n stood there for a moment, just looking at him. She wordlessly brought him the food, as well as some chocolate. He didn’t meet her eyes, staring at her hands instead.

He didn’t thank her.

He couldn’t.

The shame, embarrassment and humility he felt was far too great to just thank her.

“Professor?” Her voice was calm. She crouched next to him.

“Leave me.” Came his rough low voice.

She was taken aback, “Sorry-“

“If you know what is good for you, leave me.” He was spent. Of course he didn’t want her to go. He wanted her next to him by the fire. But he couldn’t be selfish. Not now.

Y/n watched him for a moment. He was looking away from her. It pained her to know that he couldn’t face her. He needed to be alone. She understood.

The young witch nodded and left quietly. She didn’t even feel her legs move, but she was suddenly by her bed. Y/n stripped her worn and dirtied clothes, walking slowly to the showers. The blood and grime washed away; she stared down as it drained. Her knees were bruised and she was certain her back was too. Four claw marks bled on her shoulders from where the creature had knocked her down. She touched them thoughtfully, muttering “Vulnera Sanentur” three times quietly. They began to knit back together and the blood flow eased.

By the time she dried herself and was dressed, it was almost 3 am. Her sleep had escaped her. It was as if it was never there.

She sat by the window of her dormitory, gazing out across the Black Lake. Her thoughts were tired.

She wondered what had happened down at the Womping Willow.

She hoped Professor Snape was alright.

She hoped Hermione and Ron would recover.

She wondered what had gotten them in such a dire situation in the first place.

There was more to this evening than what met the eye. She was sure of it.

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Lupin sat by the fire for hours, enveloped by the smell of y/n’s cloak. The food she left for him he ate quickly; a transformation without Wolfsbane was terribly exhausting and painful. Usually these gestures she made would have made his heart swell, but after what happened, now that she knew what he was and what he had donehe felt his heart break.

This will probably be the last you ever get of her. You’ll resign tomorrow and leave before lunch.

He couldn’t bare seeing her. Remus wanted the memory of her warm gaze to be what he remembered of her, not the anger and confusion that would ultimately come after tonight’s shock wore off.

Remus didn’t sleep at all that night. His head spun.

Sirius must have been killed by now. My dear old friend.

Pettigrew must have escaped. He would pay for what he did.

Those poor students had to experience my transformation…

And y/n.

That dear sweet young woman he admired so greatly.

He had no words for her.

His heart stung just at the thought of her.

His downfall, indeed.

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[zi-i-think]

Emotional Support Himbo

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Rating: SFW

Word count: 1200+

Warnings: none

Request: yes, @wist-elia

Prompt: Gen Z

23. “Will you be my emotional support himbo?”

AN: JSKINFINFS So almost a year later I have finally posted this. I'm sorry. I don't really have any excuse other than I've been busy and kinda forgot about them. I hope you like it nonetheless. It was basically halfway finished when I got back to it. I think this is the last request I had for the batch I got months ago so I might open the requests again in a bit.

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Okay, let’s be completely honest here. Y/n was nervous as hell. When she found out that her mom got a job in the Ministry of Magic in London, she was happy for her, excited even. But transferring from Ivermorny to Hogwarts turned out to be the most nerve-wracking part of it.

It was her sixth year and the school was more curious about the TriWizard Tournament than the new girl. She was thankful for it, there weren’t as many people asking her questions. But it was certainly annoying when people completely forgot she was new and picked on her for not knowing the way around. They were in a castle where stairs changed every couple of minutes, she figured people would at least be a bit more understanding.

As the weeks went by, things got better, for sure, but y/n was still struggling to fit in. She had some friends that she met from her House and classes, but none of them were close and she still occasionally got lost. Originally, she relied on Quidditch to find her place in the big school, but with the tournament, they were canceled for the year. So without strong friends or a hobby, she was basically alone.

That was until one sunny afternoon.

Transfiguration had just ended, marking the end of the school day and the beginning of the weekend. But y/n had to stay behind for a bit discussing a not-so-great grade in her last paper. McGonagall was not lenient on grades, but the best she could do was give her tips and points for the next time.

And once the discussion ended Y/n was eager to leave the class and go back to her dorm where she could take a nap or read a book. But once the door shut behind her and she stood out in the cold hallway, the realization settled in. She still wasn’t sure how to get to the Hufflepuff basement. She looked both left and right, down the long, daunting hallways wishing she paid more attention when walking back to the dorms with her roommates.

She took a chance and turned left, walked down some stairs, then up some again, then down, and with the complete wonder of how she got there, Y/n found herself in the lively courtyard. It was warm out and the sun was inviting, making it perfect for students to hang out and have some downtime.

And while the environment seemed like a great time, all the unfamiliar faces were scary to the new girl. She just wanted to get to her dorm. Spotting a small group of students wearing the same black and yellow tie she wore, Y/n pushed aside her fear for the moment and walked over.

“Excuse me?” She asked with a cheerful smile, getting the attention of one girl with brown hair and glasses. “Could you tell me how to get to the Hufflepuff basement?” She kept it simple, that way there'd be less room to say something wrong.

The other girl smiled and her head tilted to the side a bit in amusement.

“You’re the new girl, aren’t you.” She asked. But not in a friendly or curious manner, but in a taunting, humored way.

“Well, yeah,” Y/n answered with a shrug.

“And you don’t know where the Hufflepuff basement is?” She started the chuckle, her friends following along. “Honey, it’s been weeks, figure it out.”

And with that, she turned her head and kept giggling. Her friends chuckled along lightly, but largely just ignored that y/n was standing right there.

Y/n stood there dumbfolded for a moment. But each passing moment that she was standing there, her embarrassment grew and she took a few steps backward to leave the courtyard. She kept her head low to hide any tears that were threatening to spill out of her eyes. Her chest felt heavy and her throat tight.

It felt like everyone in the courtyard was now staring. Like on her first day where she was put with all the first years to be sorted. Like a black sheep. But now it felt like they were judging her.

Still, y/n felt too embarrassed to look up and ground herself back into reality. To see that no one was actually paying attention to her. Well except for one particularly bored Gryffindor. Fred Weasley sat up against one of the columns with an apple in hand when he noticed the new Hufflepuff loosely composing herself.

He noted two things about her. One, she was pretty. Definitely his type. And two, she was nervous. He didn’t recognize her from his previous years. There was no way she was in her first year, but she was also in Hogwarts uniform, so she wasn’t from Beubaxton.

He bit into the apple just enough to hold it in his mouth and pushed off the column he was on. Y/n had turned from the courtyard into the corridor of the school figuring that it was better to walk anywhere than wandering the yard aimlessly, walking towards the Weasley. He bit into the apple and right before she passed and then started walking right beside her.

“Apple?” He offered the half-eaten fruit to her.

Y/n jumped a little. She didn’t even see him approach her. She looked at him and then the apple. Her brows furrowed in confusion and her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. It was obviously a trick to make her feel even worse about herself.

“Are you offering me an apple that has basically been eaten already?” She asked in annoyance.

Fred then just realized how insensitive the gesture was, so he tossed the apple into his other hand and chuckled at himself.

“I suppose I was. But, we can always go to the Great Hall for another one if you’d like.”

“Honestly, the only place I want to go to is the Hufflepuff common room.” She huffed, wishing this boy would just go away.

Fred’s face twisted in confusion then looked around the hall they were walking down. “You do realize you’re walking the wrong way.” He found himself laughing.

Y/n stopped on her tracks. That was it. She was embarrassed and alone, and on top of that, a Gryffindor was laughing at her. Tears were finally starting to drip down her cheek. “I knew that.” She lied through gritted teeth and turned around the other way.

Finally noticing that he might have done something wrong and that this girl had no clue where she was going, Fred stopped laughing and turned around as well to walk with her.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were upset.” He said. Y/n was now wiping her tears with the sleeves of her cloak. “The kitchens are in the same hall as the Hufflepuff common room. I know that much. How about, I walk you to the kitchens and you should find your house from there.”

Y/n looked up at him with slightly puffed eyes. “You’re actually being sincere?” She asked.

“Don’t get used to it, I’m not usually.” He chuckled. Y/n couldn’t help it this time. His laugh was infectious.

“Alright, I won’t.” She grinned and then stuck her hand out to shake. “Y/n L/n.”

“Fred Weasley.” He took the girl’s hand and kissed her knuckle rather than shaking it.

“You’re odd.” Y/n laughed at the strange gesture. “Will you be my emotional support himbo?”

Fred’s eyebrows furrowed and his lips were pressed tightly together as he thought. “Not completely sure what that means.” He admitted. “But yes.”

“Wonderful.” She smiled.

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do you write for granit xhaka? if so, could you maybe write having a baby with him? anything you like really!! thanks xx

not written him before but suppose i can give him a go! here u go :) also tbqh i do love myself a bit of xhaka

baby xhaka

your husband shows your new baby girl off to the arsenal family

“She’s adorable!” Ben coos, an open mouthed smile decorating his tanned face as Saka and Kieran peer over each of his shoulders. “Aye,” Kieran agrees, turning to the new father with his best shit eating grin, “Sure she’s yours mate?”

The Swiss international laughs, shaking his head. Had he not been holding his little girl, he probably would have grabbed the younger Scottish player into something of a headlock as his payback for the thinly veiled joking insult. Instead he rolls his eyes and finds his eyes settling on you, sniggering a few feet away at said joke as Kieran welcomes you with a hug and a genuine congratulations. “She’s so little.” Saka interjects, seemingly oblivious to previous conversation and mockery. He’s much more in something of shock at the size of the tiny girl in her little pink onsie, wrapped in a cosy blanket. “How is she so little?” He repeats, in complete amazement.

“Wanna hold her?” You offer with a smile, pushing yourself off the wall to walk over.

“Oh no.” Bukayo immediately retracts at the very same time that Granit says “Absolutely not.”

“I do!” Emile pipes in, scurrying over from his spot a little father away. It’s like having multiple kids here, you note. His enthusiasm is met by a firm scowl from your husband that has him rooted to his spot and looking at you for help.

“Granit she won’t shatter if she’s not in your arms for five minutes, let him hold her.” You quip, much to his very obvious dismay as a furrow sets into his eyebrows. “But-“

“Granit.” You warn, “It’s your fault i have six stitches in a very unfortunate place right now because frankly, you have a large head that our daughter seemed to inherit. If i can manage that, i’m sure you can manage to hand her over for five minutes.” You clip, using your best new mothering tone that has him sighing.

“Three minutes?”

“This isn’t a negotiation!”

“Fine!”

Emile gets giddy, holding out his arms as your husband reluctantly passed her over with multiple comments about supporting her head and then some Swiss spoken curse words under his breath as the 20 year old beams and giggles at the feeling of holding the tiny baby girl. You make sure to take plenty of picture - of course of Emile, but also of your husband pouting to share you instagram later on when you share a little photo dump of her first time meeting the Arsenal family.

"Okay, I'll take her now." He interrupts impatiently after a few minutes, but a side eye from Ben White suggests he too wants his opportunity for a cuddle with the little one. You take her from Emile and instead of passing her to her expecting father, you bypass him and carefully transfer her into the tattooed arms of the new centre back. Ben holds her with relative ease. He has a nephew and he had grown very accustomed to holding him when he was as little as this.

Granit done about as much pouting and grumbling as one man can do while his daughter was being held and cooed over by all of his team mates, seeming to take the biggest liking to Emile. You don't mind that at all, if she grows up anything like him then you'd be a very happy mother.

You have to admit it warms you heart beyond belief the way he looks out for her, always keeping an eye on how those men hold her just in case someone is doing something wrong, making her even remotely or even possibly uncomfortable. He's going to be and in many ways already is the kind of dad you had always wished your partner would be.

The only time he was actively relaxed was when Mikel was holding her. He has three of his own kids and there's an energy about him that doesn't lend itself to worrying. He radiates a calm energy as he bounces subconsciously with the little girl in his arms to keep her sleeping. It's like something magic.

Your husband is off chatting with the team when you take your daughter back from him, still conversing with Mikel as he offers his congratulation and tells you that anything you need will be here for to help you whenever you should need it. He also gives you little tidbits and stories and tips from his own experience with having kids while living the life that you are currently leading. He had his kids while he was still playing professional football every day, so he knows better than most how that will be.

"I can feel him staring.” You hum quietly to the Arsenal manager, shaking your head with a smile. “He is a new father through and through.” Mikel notes with a laugh. To that, you nod. “Better get back to him before he goes insane waiting.”

Your husband’s smile is huge the second you turn to walk towards him, his eyes drinking you in as the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. You were earth shatteringly beautiful before, but pregnant and now holding a sweet little baby that’s half you and half him has sent his mind exploding. It didn’t shatter his world, it stopped spinning on its axis altogether whenever he sees you.

“My love,” he greets with a kiss to your lips, “And my little love.” He smiles, his hand finding here little head of faint hair with his thumb gently stroking over it. “Can i show her around?” He asks, eyes lit up with love for the two of you. You couldn’t have said no even if you had wanted to and there wasn’t a part of you that did as he wraps his arm around you and you walk out onto the pitch together. The Emirates is filling with fans waiting for the game to start and many cheers do rise up at the sight of the arsenal man who will play today with you and his new little baby. You pass her over to him carefully and go to take a seat in the dugout but for the time being. You’ll go up to his box later on in before the game starts.

The sweet tweets and messages roll in. It surprises you almost, knowing your husband tends to be on the opposite end of kindness. He’s been working hard recently to gain back the trust and belief of the fans, and it seems this adorable glance into his new fatherhood is swaying people far more than his actions anyway.

You giggle at the happy message and all the congratulations that flood through your inbox.

Later on, once you get home and are laying in bed, you post all those pictures to your instagram. Ones of Granit walking around the emirates carrying your daughter, plenty of the rest of the team holding her, seeing her little smile at Kieran as he makes a stupid face at her and the final one of Mikel holding her and standing next to you laughing that Granit had taken. Captioning it, “Introducing little Xhaka to the Arsenal+on derby day <3 doesn’t get much better than this.” With the Arsenal account reposting it, captioning it very sweetly;

“Welcome to the family, little Xhaka!”

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 12: Adrenaline

"You are such a bloody, fucking arsehole!" Harry shouted, as he burst into his partner's room at St. Mungo's. "I can't believe you."

"Could you lower your voice, please?" Draco asked, he was gingerly rubbing his temples.

"No, I cannot bloody well lower my voice!" Harry seethed as he looked at the other man. Draco was pale and quite obviously in pain, his slender frame resting stiffly against the mattress. "I am unbelievably pissed with you."

"Yes, well, I have a concussion and my head is pounding-"

Harry growled, "Well whose fault is that?"

"Potter, I am begging you to save the theatrics until my potion has kicked in and I'm not seeing sounds," the other man groaned. "Literally begging."

"Well you should have thought of that before you jumped in front of those arseholes who were shooting a stunner and bombarda at me."

Draco groaned and let his head fall back against the pillow, "This has got to be karma. Having your ungrateful arse as my auror partner is karma for all of my past sins. Merlin have mercy."

Harry opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by one of the nurses, Matilda if Harry remembered correctly. "Auror Potter, I'm going to need to ask you to step out of the room."

"Thank fucking Merlin," Malfoy sighed.

Matilda raised an eyebrow, "I'm going to need Auror Malfoy to strip down so we can put his dislocated, and partially shattered, hips back together. It's also going to be fairly painful."

"Good," Harry growled, "Remember this next time you try to put yourself in harm's way for me."

He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. After a heartbeat, Harry shoved his glasses up into his hair so he could scrub his hands over his face.

(Read more below the cut)

As the adrenaline faded from his system, Harry's body started to feel a bit weak, legs quaking slightly, his heart hammering against his ribs, breath coming a touch too fast. He staggered away from the door and over to the row of chairs along the wall for people to wait.

Draco cried out in pain on the other side of the door and his fists clenched. He wished he hadn't said that; the other man being in pain wasn't good and he wished he could take it away.

Harry wasn't sure how long he sat there with his head in his hands, hearing the occasional outcry from Draco's room, before Ron showed up and clapped him on the shoulder.

"How is he?" Ron asked as he collapsed next to him.

"Ouch, fuck!" they heard shouted from the room across the hall. "That fucking-" a pause as the other man groaned, "hurts."

"Not great," Harry replied.

Ron nodded, "But conscious."

Harry sighed and leaned back in his chair, "You've finished processing those wankers?"

"Yes," he affirmed. "It was lucky, actually, that Malfoy blocked the spells," he said. "The cases behind you would have exploded with even the slightest hint of magic touching them."

"Great," he said with a sigh, feeling even more guilty.

"He's going to be okay," Ron said softly and to his horror Harry felt tears prickling at the back of his eyes.

"How do you even know that?" Harry asked, "No one told you he was going to be okay."

Ron snorted, "If he wasn't you would have burned everything to the ground by now."

His best friend probably wasn't wrong about that. He couldn't even bear the thought of losing Draco without feeling like he couldn't breathe. "He shouldn't have done that," Harry said finally.

Ron shook his head, "Done what? His job?"

"He shouldn't have put himself in the line of fire," Harry replied. "Not for me."

"Right," Ron said, "Just like you shouldn't put yourself in the line of fire for him, but just last week-"

"It's different," Harry said vehemently.

"It wasn't different for him," Ron said quietly. "I sat here having an identical conversation last week, only it was you in the bed." He shook his head, "Look, mate, you know I'm not ever one to advocate for talking things out, but..." he trailed off, leaving the rest of the sentence unsaid.

The trouble was that Harry didn't know how to respond, didn't know what to say to Ron or Draco. Before he could come up with anything, Matilda came out of Draco's room. She nodded at Harry, "You can go in now," she offered.

"Is he going to be here overnight?" Ron called.

"He's regrowing bones, Auror Weasley. Yes, he'll be here overnight."

Ron winced, "I'm going to go pick up Indian and bring it back. The food here is terrible."

"Thanks," Harry replied.

"Go on," Ron said, nudging Harry toward the room. "Go get things sorted."

Harry sighed, but squared his shoulders and stood up, moving toward the door and summoning every ounce of his Griffyndor bravery.

When he got to the door he knocked before entering. The moment Draco caught sight of him he groaned, "Potter, please. I can't take the lectures right now. Regrowing bones is a bitch."

Harry drew up a chair beside his bed and didn't say anything for a moment. Then he took a slow deep breath and said, "You terrify me."

Malfoy rolled his eyes and then winced in pain.

Harry continued before he could say anything, "And I know I sound like a complete hypocrite-"

"Too right, you do," Malfoy grunted.

"But it scares the shit out of me," Harry pressed on. "Draco I can't-" he broke off, shaking his head and the other man turned his head to look at him more fully. "I can't lose you."

"And you think that I can lose you?" he countered.

"I don't know," Harry said, "I don't know." He rubbed his hands over his face. "I don't think I can do this anymore."

He glanced up in time to see the hurt flash across Draco's face before he reigned it in. "Fine. That's fine. Put in the transfer request and I'll sign it."

"No, I mean all of it," Harry said, clearing his throat. "I can't do the cases, I can't be the reason that people get hurt." He shook his head, "I'm tired, Draco. I'm so tired.” He swallowed, "and I want my life to be more than this."

Draco looked away, staring unseeingly at the set of drawers across from his bed. "Well, I wish you the best then," the other man replied, voice cold as stone.

Harry swallowed and summoned up a bit more courage, "Leave with me," he said.

"What?"

"Leave with me. Let's start our own business, we can become private investigators and get out from under all of the bureaucratic bullshit. Or let's do anything else. Literally anything. You want to have a coffee shop? Done. Quidditch supply store? I'm there. Want to remodel homes? Count me in. I will do anything that you want to," Harry closed his eyes, imaging it, then he said, "because if we're not Auror partners anymore, I can finally tell you the truth."

"What truth?" the other man asked hesitantly.

He took a deep breath and blew it out before sitting up straighter in his chair. "I'm in love with you," Harry said simply.

Draco blinked once, then a second time as he stared uncomprehendingly at Harry. "Potter, what?" Draco spluttered. "I'm the one with the concussion here, not you. Did you hit your head? Are you feeling confused?"

Harry laughed, "No, I'm not. Honestly, everything feels simpler than it has in ages. I don't expect you to feel the same or anything, we can stay friends-"

"Are you joking?" Draco asked and Harry winced and looked down at where his hands were clenched, clasping one another. The other man continued, "You don't expect me to feel the same? How could you possibly think I don't feel the same?"

Harry's head snapped up, "What?"

"Potter, I've been in love with you since the Alvarez case."

"Really?" he asked incredulously. That case had happened years ago at this point. It was one of their first cases together.

Draco nodded, "It's stupid, but watching you with that little boy-"

"Julian," Harry said, nodding at the memory.

"You were so sweet with him and so protective. And I realized that it wasn't an act, it's just who you are and I was doomed." He shook his head, "Of course I'm in love with you, you idiot."

He stared at him for a moment, looked into those clear silver eyes that he loved so much, "Can I kiss you?"

"Very gently," Draco replied, "Because as much as I would like to kiss you, my head is still killing me and I'm not supposed to move my neck very much."

Harry huffed a soft laugh before moving closer. He cupped his cheek and gently trailed his thumb over Draco's bruised cheekbone, trying to avoid causing any more pain. His eyes flicked up to Draco's before he closed them and leaned in touch their lips together. Two soft pecks were all he allowed himself before pulling back and brushing a feather-light kiss over his temple.

"Ah!" Ron blurted from the doorway, making both Harry and Draco jump, "Sorry, I'll come back-"

"Ron, it's fine," Harry said, pressing one more soft kiss to Draco's forehead before collapsing back into the chair beside the bed.

"No, I want to have plausible deniability at the Ministry when-"

"I'm quitting," Harry said.

"We're quitting," Draco added.

Harry grinned at him, "Really?"

"Yes," he said, smiling back.

"And you should quit too," Harry said, turning to Ron, "Come join our private detective firm."

"But first, bring us that Indian food," Draco said.

Ron rolled his eyes, "Years of this," he said gesturing between the two of them. "Years of watching you two idiots pining after one another and that's it. You just decide to quit?"

"Yes, well," Harry replied, clearing his throat, "I think I'm going to need to have more free time than the ministry allows."

"Oh, is that so?" Draco replied with a smirk, his voice smooth like honey.

"Alright," Ron said, "That is enough of that. If you want me to come work with you, we're going to need to nip that in the bud right now."

Harry laughed and held up his hands in surrender.

"I am happy for you two, though," Ron said.

"Me, too." Harry replied. Suddenly looking forward to the future more than he had in a long time.

Day 11: Pinky Promise | Day 13: Drunk

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This is gonna sound messed up (I understand if you don’t wanna do it, you don’t have to) but I’d love to request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to an MC that’s just over everything. They keep a blank expression, not even phased by the monsters and magic in the Devildom, doesn’t care about the threats they get from demons around them (Brothers included), and even encourages them to kill them since they don’t really have anything to look forward to in life. When asked why they’re like this, MC would shrug and say “Not like anyone’s gonna care or miss me. I’m still not safe here 😐 *recalls how often they were threatened/nearly killed by the brothers*”

Other examples are like:

Lucifer: That could’ve killed you! *was pissed*

MC: I know, why did you think I did it? 😶

Belphagor:*is mad at MC*

MC: Go ahead and kill me again. Make sure I stay dead this time ☺️

Firstly, I wanna say sorry for taking so long with your request. Secondly, I hope I did justice to what you were wanting!

GN MC THAT'S DONE WITH EVERYTHING SCENARIOS WITH BROTHERS

Trigger warning: Suicide idealization, death cravings

Usual expectations would have been a bigger emotional response, a predictable reaction in astonishment and disbelief, or a suddenly broadened mindset that could range from stupefaction to incredulity to consternation based on the revelations that there actually was a heaven and hell, or close enough to what human concepts have conjured up in equivalent terms to the Celestial Realm and Devildom, but you were just an exhausted human that got unapologetically pulled into this transfer student program thing.

Maybe living with demons could have some benefits though.

Mammon:

-Mammon had left you alone outside in the courtyard of the school while he ran back inside, promising to be back in a few minutes, claiming to have forgotten something or another.

-That was fifteen minutes ago.

-It's not like you had any plans for anything special, but the long wait was gradually chipping away at your patience. You glanced at the time on your D.D.D. before pocketing the device. You were giving him a few more minutes, but then you were going home on your own

-As you loitered next to the doorway you lackadaisically watched the passing demons as they came and went, some grouping together to chat around the entrance

-You weren't paying attention to anything in particular as you absentmindedly looked around, but you noticed suspicious glances when you would turn your eyes to the doorway for Mammon

-A nearby group of demons that had clustered together were talking in hushed tones with harsh cackles

-You had a suspicion that you might be a topic, but you chose to ignore them and their pitched laughter that fell just as quickly as it erupted. It wasn't a concern to you what they were discussing.

-Patience finally expired, you moved away from your waiting spot against the wall to leave when you saw a trio of demons separate from the group that had been stealing looks at you earlier

-They encircled you and blocked your way. The courtyard seemed to quickly fall quiet as the demons smiled nastily and began making jeers

-"Where's your whipped bodyguard, human?"

-"Mammon probably bounced, because there's no incentive for him to stick around if there's no money involved."

-Something about that quip was funny to the demons, but it didn't strike a cord with you, so you remained mute as they laughed

-Something about your indifference or lack of reaction to their intimidation must have annoyed the one to your left a bit too much, because he moved towards you aggressively, his smile a snarling frown. A sudden blur behind him caught his arm that had begun the motions of a punch and jerked him backwards, causing him to stagger and fall

-Mammon immediately placed himself between you and the other two demons. His presence emitted a threat more awe-inspiring than these chump change demons could have hoped to muster, and they quickly retreated to their clique that dispersed in a hurry

-Mammon, after watching the demons scurry away, turned to you and started mother-henning and making comments about how you should have called him and chastising you for letting yourself get into that mess.

-You shrugged off his hands and began your way to the courtyard's exit, leaving a perturbed Mammon to trail after you, fussing at you to care a bit more about the situation.

-"You're actin' like you're totally unphased! Are ya wantin' a death wish or something?"

-"I was just doing what you told me about dying if you couldn't save me."

Beelzebub (and Asmo):

-You had developed a mean habit when you hung around Beel.

-You would pick food off of his plate when he would sit next to you, teasing him that a little missing wouldn't hurt him. You would also freely browse through his bag of favorite sweets and eat them in full view of him.

-It was fun tempting him to try something against the puny human that kept stealing his food, and you could see the growing frustration. It was apparent in his eyes, in the way he watched you when you came around if food was in his presence.

-You knew at some point Beel would finally reach his limits and go off, considering what had happened when Mammon had eaten his custard, but you hadn't expected it to be on an occasion you hadn't prompted anything.

-It was during afternoon when you had entered the kitchen you saw Asmo leaning against the counter, eating from a container that looked suspiciously familiar. It was a pudding cup that had Madame Scream's logo on the lid. You noticed on the side a warning was written: "You touch it, you die."

-That was definitely a snack Beel had purchased, and Asmo was eating it without any awareness

-Beel came into the kitchen shortly after you, making a beeline for the refrigerator. He began rummaging through the contents on the shelves and in the drawers

-Asmo and you quietly watched Beel as he searched through the fridge and freezer before Asmo asked what he was looking for.

-"A pudding I bought from Madame Scream's. It was from a batch that they're not selling anymore for a while. It was the last one."

-You saw Asmo's face go through a series of emotions as he connected the dots, dreaded uncertainty to fearful realization to a timorous epiphany. He shot you a nervous look before he quietly shuffled to the nearby trash can

-You glanced at the mostly empty cup as Asmo tried to escape the kitchen, but he froze in his steps when Beel slammed the fridge door closed, resulting in you both jumping in surprise. You were impressed that you didn't hear a loud clatter of stuff breaking from the force.

-"It's not in there."

-You could hear the gears turning in Asmo's head as he tried to think of an excuse while looking like a deer in headlights. It was painfully obvious that Asmo was guilty.

-Beel turned away from the fridge and his gaze shifted between Asmo, the culprit, and you, the heckling human. Beel inevitably decided to question Asmo first, taking his focus off you. Your eyes flicked to the trash can and you swiped up the pudding container.

-You could hear Asmo as he began to desperately stutter out incomplete excuses as Beel heatedly interrogated him.

-"Beel!"

-Asmo and Beel turned their attention to you as you held up the cup. You unapologetically admitted you ate it. You also confessed you knew it had been Beel's because of the warning, but you still ate it regardless.

-Beel's face darkened, so much rage emanating from him that you swear you coulda seen vapors wafting around his body. Asmo had backed away from Beel. You clutched the pudding cup hard enough to crumple it as you anticipated for the outburst, eager and fearful.

-Except nothing like that happened. Beel let out a deep sigh that seemed to release the growing emotions, and he deflated, his shoulders drooping and an almost hurt expression visible.

-Beel mumbled something that you couldn't quite catch, maybe an apology to Asmo, and then left the kitchen, hungry and disheartened.

-Asmo blinked in amazement at the doorway before he was at you side, happily enveloping you into a too tight hug. He began gushing his gratitude and praising you in compliments for your selflessness, but you felt a disappointed void in your chest.

-"That's not what I had been hoping for."

-Asmo, misunderstanding your statement, eagerly dropped an invitation to his room later so he could thank you properly, but you'd rather he just eat your heart instead.

Belphegor:

-There was something in the atmosphere that would always change if Belphie was around

-You could feel the curious sensation when you passed in the hallways and the stairs or if the only people left in a room were you two

-The air would shift to an awkward strained feeling or something would be just on the brink of uneasy

-Personal boundaries were stiffly maintained, glances were ungraciously hidden, any exchange of words were short and tense, like something would fracture if the wrong action was done or if there was hidden offense just a syllable away

-The uncomfortable undertones were logically sensible, considering your past circumstances with Belphie

-Except...

-This behavior was only demonstrated from Belphie. You were perfectly neutral to the outcome of what he had done to you, maybe a little bummed if you had to silently confess.

-Since his murderous outburst, Belphie had made a few attempts at making amendments with you

-You didn't see a fault that needed to be forgiven, so you ignored them. If anything, Belphie should be apologizing for accomplishing to kill you but failing at keeping you deceased.

-Whenever you thought back to that dead version of yourself, broken and limp, cradled in Mammon's lap, you felt a tingle of jealousy, like you had been cheated of something.

-You had been lost in an immersion with a book you had borrowed from Satan when a weight on the other side of the couch brought you back to cognizance. You saw from your peripheral vision that it was Belphie, clutching his pillow that he always carried around

-He fiddled with the tassel, his stare unfocused as he seemed to be thinking of how to begin yet another discussion that you weren't interested in, mainly because you assumed he would try to slip another apology in at some point

-You sighed, closed your book, and shifted your focus to Belphie, who was staring at you with his usual lazy stare but with an uncertain curiosity. Normally, he was the first to initiate conversations, but you were over this monotonous exchange.

-You were going to put an end to it.

-You leaned forward, invading the space bubble that Belphie had been careful to keep around you, and he pushed himself into the cushion of the couch, uncomfortable by your sudden approach.

-"If you feel so bad for your attempt at murdering me, you should skip the apologies and just kill me again. This time make sure I stay dead."

Leviathan:

-Levi was grumbling as he was sorting his prized possessions into piles of keep, trade in, sell, or give away, while you toiled away in the background just organizing, wondering why you had to be involved in helping clean his room

-Levi had stormed up to you, agitated and sniffling, and started a rant about how Lucifer just doesn't understand how hard it is for him to choose between his precious cherishables.

-Lucifer had apparently made an ultimatum with Levi that it was time to sort through his collection of games, manga, collectible figures, and anything else that he had, or he would come in and do it himself

-He had begged you to let him store some of his items in your room, just for a little while, just until Lucifer got off his case, but you immediately shot him down. You weren't going to be pulled into whatever trouble waited for Levi down the road.

-That had been your intentions in the beginning, anyway. Levi just wouldn't stop pestering and pleading with you, so you offered to help him sort through his stuff to put an end to it.

-You were just listening to him complain about how no one understands the hardships of being an otaku and the commitments that came with the lifestyle. You mindlessly muttered an "Mhmm" or "Yeah" on occasion to avoid assumptions you were ignoring him and let him prattle on.

-Your legs had gone numb from your sitting position, so you stretched them out, which resulted in an urge to stretch your whole body. You leaned back and let yourself drop backwards, bored because Levi was only placing things in the keep pile.

-You had thought your back was going to make contact with the cool floor, except it hadn't. Instead you felt a sharp stab and something uncomfortable shortening your fall. The sudden and unexpected loud crinkling noises that caused your instincts to shoot you back up and Levi to snap his head around in your direction were good indicators that you had accidentally reclined on the pile you had accumulated behind you that Levi handed to you to reconsider later.

-Some boxes were very noticeably bent and crumpled, the plastic display windows creased and wrinkled from enduring your full weight and being crushed. The dolls inside the boxes were alright for the most part, the top ones being the most disturbed.

-As you were trying to separate the damaged boxes and the boxes that made it out unscathed from your carelessness, you felt an intimidating presence approach from behind.

-The dark energy emitted was spine-chilling, threatening, and familiar. You peeked over your shoulder to see Levi, silent but radiating an aura of anger that could drown you. He towered over you in his demon form, his tail lashing from side to side.

-Levi snatched the box of a Seraphina figurine out of your hand and began inspecting it. The plastic window was beyond savable and the box frame was squished and torn around the corners. The figurine was a little skewered from her original spot, held in place by twist ties, but was otherwise just fine.

-"This was the limited edition of Seraphina in an actual seraphim-inspired outfit! The box was even designed to match her, so it was like a set! It's completely ruined now!"

-Levi grabbed another dented package with a Ruri-chan figurine inside and ranted about how it was another limited edition and very rare exclusive item because it had been based off a failed spinoff of The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demon Girl.

-You had practically been shoved aside as Levi rummaged through the pile, angrily talking to himself about how he shouldn't have trusted a normie with his precious possessions, lamenting at the loss in value (if he had decided to part with them), and apologizing to the figurines.

-"They're just dolls. There's no reason to be so upset, Levi."

-His hand abruptly snapped out and sharply jerked you forward. An electrifying sensation shot down your spine as Levi pierced his eyes into yours. A fury was burning hot in them.

-You were forcibly pulled to your feet as Levi stood, tugging you unceremoniously to his bedroom door. He shoved you out and his door cracked with a loud slam.

-You stood in the hallway, dazed and dumbfounded. The jarring rise of emotions settled flatly in your stomach. After a moment, you hummed disappointedly. You had thought for sure Levi would have done something different.

Lucifer (and Satan):

-"What did you expect to gain from your actions?"

-You opened your mouth to answer, but Lucifer held his hand up to silence you.

-"He would have killed you. Did you even think of what the outcome could have done to Diavolo or the entire transfer student program? You are completely irresponsible."

-You tried to voice your opinion, but Lucifer shot a glance that shut your mouth permanently. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

-You reclined back on the sofa and watched Lucifer as he collected himself to continue on.

-You should have known better, and you did, but the temptations to provoke Satan were too much to ignore. Insulting him, taking Belphie's suggestions to annoy Satan to the next level, "borrowing" books from his room, leaving the library table a disorganized mess, comparing him to Lucifer when you saw openings.

-It was that last one that finally broke Satan enough. He had tried to make you put away the books you had gotten out, you said you didn't have to listen to him, he mentioned something about learning manners and your place, you commented he sounded like Lucifer and egged him on after he warned you to stop.

-Satan had exploded into a fit. To be honest, you underestimated the severity of his anger.

-You had blinked and Satan had transformed, you had inhaled and Satan had cut off your air flow. The grip on your throat had been tight and excruciating to the point of numbness. You tried to pry his hands away on reflex, but he had simply applied more strength to his hold.

-You remember feeling deprived of sensation throughout your body as blackness creeped into your vision.

-A distant, heavy thud, muted voices behind a thick veil, and the perception of falling were the last remnants you could recall before waking up in Lucifer's room

"You obviously don't care about your own well-being. I didn't think it was necessary to employ a babysitter to you at home as well, but I don't think any of my brothers will be inclined to watch over you. Why can't you just behave and follow the rules set in place to keep you safe?"

-You locked your eyes with Lucifer and casually shrugged. "I have a death wish."

If you have any headcanons that you want me to write, please send them my way! I enjoy writing them out. NSFW is okay, but please know I might not do it. ❤️

[embrassemoi]

Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 20

Pairings: Sirius B, Remus L, [F]Reader      Content: Language, possible errors  A/N: Some ppl asked for a playlist... so ofc I made one! 

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Chapter 20: Little Lion Man

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When Regulus was younger, his aunt Andromeda and Sirius were obsessed with Muggle stories. Andromeda would send them loads of books every month to the local Muggle post office to prevent their parents from confiscating them. He remembers the ten minute walks there and back, Sirius holding his hand tight, even stopping to buy ice cream during the warmer seasons. They would greet the delivery men and women, picking up a heavy stack of wrapped books before waddling out, each boy mirroring a large grin.

Every night at twilight, when their parents were asleep, Sirius would crawl into his bed and read to Regulus in a hushed voice. He would read a different story every night, lulling him to sleep. Sirius spent hours gushing about the fantastical tales Muggles wrote; how magical and mystical their minds were despite not having an ounce of magical blood. From Superman to Batman, the Joker to Daleks, Prince Caspian to King Miraz; Regulus quickly learned that they all had one common theme: the good guys and the bad guys.

Regulus often spent his time grappling with the notion; what made someone good? Because the definition changes depending on the person.

Were the good guys good because they were selfless — passionate? Those deemed good never let themselves be seen as selfish. The heroes would sacrifice themselves for the greater good, even going as far as giving up their loved ones. Or maybe it was because they went against the odds. But villains did that too.

So he re-worded the question; what made someone bad? Was it their selfishness or greed? Was it putting themselves above others? Did they know they were on the wrong side of history? Make a mistake, once, twice — but surely, that didn’t make someone bad. Did it?

If virtue is understood by both sides, then the bad guys would immediately cross that line time and time again. They lacked wisdom and truthfulness, filled with too much pride and vanity.

But now as he began to grow up far too quickly for a fourteen-year-old boy, he realized that there was more to people than just being good or evil, a saviour or tormentor, light versus darkness.

The definition of good and bad depended on who told the story and Regulus didn’t know who controlled his; him or his parents. The line was so blurred that he couldn’t objectively make the decision himself anymore. Was he more bad than good?

Laughter — rich and inviting beckoned throughout the library, snapping him out of his thoughts again; but it did nothing but chip away at his heart. Regulus got up, shoving his books and parchment into his bag, making sure to hide his face before they saw him. Today, the Marauders had come earlier than expected and he was caught off guard. He’d been doing everything to avoid them out of pure shame.

Before he went to turn, he eyed Sirius from the shadows. He smiled, carefree and happy, clinging onto Pettigrew, ruffling his hair like he once did to him.

What made them so special, so loved and cherished by Sirius? How were they able to make him laugh so effortlessly, able to brighten his day with a mere glance? What made them more of a family than he ever was to him?

But he knew, it was their family’s values and it had been taunting him every waking moment.

It’s not like he didn’t want to escape that night, but he wasn’t Sirius. He was never as bright or strong or as good as him. Sirius was bold and courageous and certainly had more bravery than he would ever have. Regulus was far too weak, a puppet for his parents to control. Sirius was everything Regulus was too afraid to be — a reminder of what he could have turned into.

Besides, there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that his parents would have killed Kreacher had he left. And this way with Sirius gone, it left Regulus to be the sole heir. Sirius was free, not being hunted down by his parents now that he bore the title. That was his gift to him, freeing Sirius of all the responsibilities, pain and grief. He owed him that much. Besides, Regulus had already mourned the childhood he never had; that made everything easier.

The day Sirius left was the day before they were set to leave for Hogwarts again and the impact of his absence was massive. He no longer heard the thumping of loud Muggle music nor the clanking of piano keys or doors slamming shut. There wasn’t any screaming aside from his parents shrieking at him for taking his father's wand. The stairs creaked; he could even hear Kreacher padding his way to his room.

It was eerily quiet and lifeless in that damned house, and he was only gone for a day.

Regulus hadn’t been taking it well. Nearly every night, his face was pressed into a pillow muffling his sobs. Sirius had kept his promise, he hadn’t talked to him since.

If only he had a scarlet tie…

Ha! He could laugh; he’d been trying to get his attention in little ways. He’d even gone as far as growing out his hair to match his — coping by writing letters every night with words he wished he could’ve said before storing them in a box under his bed. Forever unsent. Hell, Regulus was a coward, every bit as pathetic as Sirius deemed.

Ever the winter break, his parents were relentless, dumping everything that was meant for Sirius onto him. Letters were sent daily; there were talks about an arranged marriage, lumps of money now being transferred under his name, getting the dark mark… and he was being watched. Every interaction he had, his parents always knew. Especially with Muggleborns; he had to limit his interactions with them to almost nothing, or it wouldn’t end well for either.

His mind reeled back to that night, where his parents and extended family toyed with that blonde Muggle, leaving her half-dead on the dining table, the image branded in his head. It made him sick just thinking about it, he never knew what happened to her, he was too busy trying to muffle out her screams.

Regulus had been questioning everything he was taught. Sirius’ words echoed in his head; was he willing to kill Muggleborns solely because of their blood status? He's a believer in old values and traditions: yes, blood should be kept pure, but to kill Muggles… that was completely different. He’d seen how his dearly beloved aunt was burned off the tapestry, threatened and almost killed for marrying a Muggleborn — a Muggleborn who he’s met and liked and respected. His family tortured them for the sake of it and more. That wasn’t the move of someone good, those were the actions of someone evil; filled with greed, spite and selfishness. But how was he going to stop a whole bloodline from their mania?

Some may call it obedience, the way he’s listened to his parents all these years blindly, but to him, it’s respect. But did he believe that? Did they deserve to be respected? He was miserable and this wasn’t a healthy way to show filial piety.

What did he believe in?

Perhaps there wasn’t such a thing, good or evil, maybe there was only power.

Regulus was lost and confused and most of all, lonely. He remembered Sirius promised him once, before the day he was set to leave for Hogwarts for the first time, that he would never be alone. What a funny thing, promises.

Tears were forming fast and if he didn’t leave then, they would fall any second now. He needed to get out of the library.

Regulus asked himself again; what made someone good or bad — or rather, was he good or bad? He’s veering towards bad.

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After catching word from Mary that Remus’ birthday was approaching, Y/N had been knitting him a sweater in her spare time (or trying to). It was sweet, simple and showed that she’d put effort into it, especially since he taught her. Although, the sweater was lopsided and she hadn’t quite gotten the hang of a certain stitch or how to close sections. Perhaps she should use magic.

Her fingers fiddled with the needle, looping the yarn over the other side. Without looking up, she made a sharp turn into the library before crashing into a hunched-over figure; sniffling and a complete mess.

An apology dangled from her lips before recognizing the figure as Regulus. It had been two months since she’d last seen him and in short, he looked like shit. His skin was grey and lost all sense of a youthful dewy glow. If Sirius had dark eye circles or Remus looked tired, Regulus beat them by miles.

Y/N stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do before gently patting his shoulder. “Regulus?” She asked softly, nothing more than a whisper.

There was a flash of pure terror as he looked up, his eyes nervous as his head spun around to look around the place like he always did. He looked mad, almost unhinged as his hands gently pushed her away, signalling for her to leave. “I — I can’t be seen around you.”

“Can’t? What are you going on abo —” She cut herself off, ignoring the matter entirely. He clearly wasn’t in the right mindset.

His voice was strained, quiet as he kept on murmuring, he almost sounded angry. “You can’t — we’ll both get in trouble. Y/N, go — please… ”

At this, Y/N felt her skin rise in small goosebumps. She looked back to the library, just making out her friend’s figures before looking down at Regulus again. She wasn’t going to leave him like this: crying and delusional.

She took a deep inhale before bending down, picking up her needles and yarn off the ground and slipped them into her bag. She placed a cautious arm around Regulus to keep him upright. “Come with me.” But Regulus wouldn’t budge, not until she flicked down her hood, obscuring her face.

She led him up to the astronomy tower, walking and twisting around before setting him down on a nearby bench, making sure to lock any entrances. They sat in silence, aside from Regulus attempting to regulate his breathing. The cold whipping wind tossed his hair and sank into her bones. With a few charms, they were both warm again, but still able to breathe in the crisp air.

He remained quiet. Y/N didn’t push. Instead, she began babbling softly about random things to distract him. When she heard a sharp exhale of air, mimicking a half-hearted chuckle was when she knew he had calmed down.

“Thank you,” he muttered. It’s quiet, barely above a whisper. Regulus’ cheeks were pink, colour finally returning to him from either embarrassment or the cold.

“Any time,” she smiled warmly. Her hand reaches into her bag, fishing out the snacks that were meant for the study group: blackberries that were for Remus, a muffin for Marlene, were now shared between them. She tried to encourage him to eat, to regain any sort of energy.

He listened without complaint, a tense yet thankful air engulfed them. It was only until he finished the food, about an hour gone by, was when he spoke again. “Why are you being so nice to me.” It’s not even a question, just an odd accusation.

She thinks for a while, searching for the best answer. “I wished someone was there for me when I was going through a hard time.”

“But you don’t know me.”

Her eyebrows raised, “Well, let’s get to know each other then. I’ll tell you something about myself and then you can go?”

Regulus looked up at her with a calculated expression, cautious and looked uncomfortable but he nodded.

“Let’s start simple. I have an owl named Celeste.”

He gulped, looking back to the entrance. His answer came delayed, strained and she wondered if she had pushed him too far. “I play the violin.”

Y/N smiled largely. “The violin is beautiful! Hmm… I can’t ride a broomstick to save my life, unlike you.”

At this, he smiles — a real genuine smile that causes his eyes to crinkle and sparkle. “Really?” His eyes burned with curiosity before he looked down, “I can’t swim.”

“Swim?” She repeats, chuckling to herself, “Who doesn’t know how to swim?”

“You’re making me feel grand. Terribly uncalled for.”

Her eyes rolled, “You should learn. It can save your life one day. Who wants to drown?”

“Maybe I’ll ask McGonagall — I heard for tougher punishments she’ll throw you into the black lake.”

“You’re the perfect candidate then.”

After a while, way past curfew, Regulus seemed cheerier; his tear-stained cheeks now replaced with a smile and relaxation. That day, Y/N unaware, was a day Regulus would never forget.

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March 8th, 1976

“Sirius, shut up.”

“You’re the one yelling!”

“... Right.”

Excused from their afternoon classes because their Puffskein was about to hatch, the Marauder’s dorm was bustling with panic and bickering. When Y/N partnered with Sirius for their project, she expected fighting (which happened every day) but not for Sirius to be like this. He’d been running around the dorm, grabbing warm towels, bowls of water and taking out his panic on her. He gripped his textbook, flicking through notes to see if they had everything. It was as if he was preparing for the birth of an actual baby.

She silently watched him, her mind thinking about Regulus rather than their project. This was the only time she and Sirius were alone and wondered if she should mention his freakout the other day but stopped — it didn’t take a genius to know they weren’t on friendly terms.

Since that night, she’d seen Regulus almost daily, but only at night before their study group. She would spend an hour or so with him before the Marauder or girls came barraging in; Regulus left before they appeared. The entire situation left her deeply confused, worried and most of all, suspicious.

“We need Kettleburn —”

Annoyance began nipping at her. “Calm down.”

“I’m not going to calm down!”

Sirius paced, both firing snide jabs. Too preoccupied in his panicked state, he didn’t hear the quiet cracking of the white shell, forming the shape of a lightning bolt before cascading over.

“Um, Black?”

“Let’s not start. How are you so —”

“Get your ass over here now!”

Sirius pressed his lips together immediately and rushed over, both huddled side by side near the roaring fireplace. The shell twitched, cracking more and they both gasped in amazement. The process was faster than either expected as they saw the small tuft of cream fur peek out along with a pair of black eyes. Its long pink tongue slipped out, already looking for its first meal. Y/N scrambled to grab a nearby dish of dried spiders to feed it while Sirius cradled it in his hand. His smile was wide, buzzing with excitement as he observed it. His hands gently glided over the soft fur as it emitted a low humming sound.

A deep chuckle erupts from Sirius and she could feel the vibrations from how close they were. His laugh, which once made her cringe, now made her skin feel fuzzy and heart flutter. But, it wasn’t like that, she thinks. Of course not! She still wants to jinx him, maybe even throw him into the fireplace. Yes, that’s it.

She snaps out of her violent thoughts when she finds Sirius already looking at her, a pretty flush to his skin as he observes her softly. Her brows crinkled; instead of a frown or on the cusp on an insult, he smiles.

“Do you want to hold it?” Y/N nods eagerly. Sirius shifts his body, placing the Puffskein in the palms of her hands. It’s incredibly soft, adorable and when it leans into her, falling asleep, she swore she fell in love.

“What do you want to name it?” She mumbled, afraid that if she were any louder it might wake it up. Sirius takes a long time to ponder and Y/N braces herself for an insult, already thinking of a plethora of her own.

“It looks like porridge… Oatmeal!”

“Are you serious?”

“I’d be worried if I wasn’t.”

Y/N tries to suppress her smile but fails. The Puffskein did look like a grain of oatmeal. Plain and simple, she liked it.

“Hello, Oats! You’re so cute — I could just eat you up!”

“Morbid much.”

Hours went by before they ultimately decided to head down to Kettleburn’s office for an examination of Oats’ health. Sirius cradled it in a small blanket, shielding it from the rest of the world. Marlene and Dorcas were standing by the sidelines, joining them as they walked past.

“Yours hatched already? Aw, it looks so cute!” Dorcas squealed. Her hands reached out, giddy as Sirius gently placed it into her arms but not without fretting. Marlene only looked down at her with a soft gaze, her face becoming pink as she wrapped an arm around her.

“Give it a rest. She’s not going to drop it.”  

“Now you, McKinnon?! I’m a father now! Our kid deserves the best care! Right, L/N?”

It catches her off guard. Sirius trying to include her in a conversation? That’s a new milestone. “Of course; the proudest parents.”

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Once done with Kettleburn, Sirius went to bring Oats back to his dorm, parting as Y/N went to find Lily who took her notes for her afternoon classes.

Out in the courtyard, walking around in the snow, both Lily and Snape wandered around before she picked up a snowball, throwing it at him. Snape sent her a deadpanned look as Lily kept hurling snowballs. Most missed him, others hit him before he retaliated and threw some back.

Y/N halted, watching the scene play out and debated whether or not to approach them. But decided to, shouting while striding up to them.

“Petals!”

Lily’s smile grew before her head whipped to her. She stopped her snowball fight, getting up to bounce her way over to her. Snape followed in suit, but as Lily began to babble on and on about what she missed, Snape’s eyes bore into her, vice versa.

“I’ll see you later, Sevy! We need to go,” said Lily, already turning to walk away. Y/N lingered back a pause, just enough to see Snape draw his wand and shoot a spell at her. She had just enough time to block it. Whatever spell it was, it sparkled like a firecracker. If Snape could easily send a hex or jinx her way inboard daylight with Lily just a little ahead, what was he willing to do had they been alone.

His angel persona around her was dropping quickly.

“Whiskers!” Shouted Lily. Her arms raised in question. “Get over here!”

A flurry of thoughts bombarded her before she could process them. She was about to cause a scene, yell and scream until that nasty sneer fell off his face until she felt a tug on her arm. Lily hooked her arm around Y/N, pulling her away. But she still had her wand drawn, ready to block another spell. She tossed one last look at him; he smiled wickedly.

“Are you okay?”

She had enough tip-toeing around Snape. She remained tranquil, gave him the benefit of the doubt and respected their friendship but that was enough.

“No, I’m not actually,” keeping her tone as soft as possible, trying not to sound defensive, “Why do you waste your time around him?”

Lily paused, her eyes going wide. An offended expression crossed her face as she took a moment to digest the remark. “Sev? What are you getting at?” Her tone was guarded which had Y/N debating whether or not to drop the conversation entirely. A fight with Lily was not on her to-do list.

“I just think you should be careful around him.”

“I can look out for myself,” she grumbled, “Severus has been there for me for years. I know how to separate myself from the wrong sorts.”

“I’m only saying this to look out for —”

“I know, but he isn’t like what you’re thinking.” Lily didn’t look mad, just tired as she nodded sharply. Taking a stack of parchment from her bag, Lily handed it to her and walked faster. “You’re around Potter too much. He isn’t like what he says he is.”

Y/N felt annoyance blossom in her chest at the accusation of James but bit her tongue to avoid more conflict. Right now, they trod on dangerous waters.

Neither spoke to each other for the rest of the day.

[toh-writings]

Fortunes of Love Pt 1 (Eda x OC)

Summary:

When King needs his most loyal soldier fixed, Eda decides to take them to an old acquaintance of hers to get it patched. What starts as a visit turns into another visit, then another, then another. Eda begins to wonder why they were never friends before.

Warnings: None

It was a surprisingly quiet afternoon. Luz was still at school, Hooty was taking a nap, and King was off somewhere playing. And Eda had every intention of taking advantage of the break in the chaos. She slumped onto the couch with a sigh, a steaming mug of tea in her hands. She took a sip of her drink, closing her eyes and relaxing, a lazy smile on her face. This was the stuff.

Eda’s peace was shattered when a screech rang out through the house. She sighed, putting her mug down on the coffee table. Looks like her tea would go cold. She crossed her arms, scowling at King as he dashed into the room, but her face softened when she saw him. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, his little stuffed rabbit clutched tightly in his arms.

“Eda!” he screeched, running into her legs and toppling over. He was quick to get back to his feet.

“I’m right here, King, you don’t need to screech.”

“Eda, Eda, The worst thing ever has happened!” He continued to screech, not bothering to lower his voice a bit. “Francoise’s been injured!”

He shoved the rabbit in her face, showing the arm hanging on by a thread, the stuffing spilling out.

“He needs immediate attention or I fear he’ll lose his life!” The little demon insisted, looking quite devastated at the turn of events. Eda sighed, a soft smile on her face.

“Alright, alright, let me see.”

She gently took the rabbit from him and took a closer look. The thread attaching the arm to the body was in pieces, bits poking out of the worn fabric. It had probably just gotten too old, played with too much, something like that. She wasn’t the best at sewing, but it looked easy enough to fix.

“Guess I can fix it. Just let me get some things.”

She handed the rabbit back to King and gave him a little pat on his head. She had a bunch of junk in the closet to look through.

It was tougher than she thought it would be just to find a needle and thread. Luz had returned from school before she had even found anything.

“Eda? What are you doing?”

The witch huffed from her pile of stuff, the shelves of the closet empty. She grumbled, wading through her pile and standing by Luz.

“Looking for a needle and thread. King broke his doll.” She said dismissively, idly drawing a circle in the air. All the junk on the floor jumped to attention and flew back to their spots. “Clearly, I didn’t find anything.”

“Awww, that’s why King looks so depressed.”

They looked back to the couch where King sat, still clutching his broken rabbit with big crocodile tears in his eyes. He sniffed.

“Yeah. We need to fix that thing.”

Eda went quiet as she thought, pacing the living room. Okay, maybe she couldn’t fix the damn thing herself. That meant she would have to find someone else to do it. She went through all the people she knew in her mind. Half of them hated her, so it was easy to cut the list down. None of the first people she thought of actually knew anything about sewing or stuffed animals. She had to dig deep before she remembered someone who might be able to help. It was a long shot, but they had to try.

“Alright you two, I have an idea.”

She turned to them with her signature cocky smile.

“We’re going to the market.”

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The Market was busy this time of day, the witchlings who just got out of school running around through the crowd. Eda hated being at the market when it was like this, but desperate times they say. The market was large and there were many stalls, but only one of them was the one they needed. She wished she remembered where it was better. She had never actually been there before, she just passed it every once in a while. After several wrong turns and irritated mumbles, she finally spotted the familiar stall.

“Ah, here we are! Told ya I’d find it.”

She crossed her arms, a prideful smile on her face, but Luz and King looked doubtful.

“It looks like a … fortune-teller?” Luz said, cocking her head to one side.

And so it did. The dark blue stall was decorated with white glittering stars and a crystal ball sat on the counter alongside various other tools. A group of teenagers were clustered around it, giggling and squealing at each other.

“How is some palm reading supposed to help Francoise?” King shouted, looking irritated.

“Just come on, ya little demon. Trust me.”

King continued to grumble his doubts as the approached the stall. The group of teenagers dispersed as they approached, talking amongst each other and staring at their hands in wonder. As they left they could see the witch waving goodbye. She looked friendly enough, her black curls tied back and what looked like a snake hanging on her shoulders. She smiled at them as they approached, though she looked a bit hesitant when she saw Eda.

“Hello! How can I help you?” Her voice was small and quiet.

“There you are! What was it again? Nila or something?” Eda’s voice boomed in contrast to the other witch. She leaned against the counter, a hand on her hip.

“Niliana.”

Eda gave a dismissive wave.

“Whatever, close enough. Listen, Nily, we have a bit of a problem here and need your help.”

She nodded to King. He still looked doubtful, but jumped on the counter and showed the witch his rabbit. She focused on it instantly, brows furrowed as she inspected the damage, humming thoughtfully.

“You want me to fix it?”

Eda nodded.

“It’s desperate! We must heal Francoie immediately!” King shouted, waving his arms around. “I don’t want to lose my best buddy!”

The woman smiled at him, giving his head a few pats.

“He’ll be fine. I can fix him. Come on then, my supplies are in the back.”

She left her stall, leading them into a tent behind it. Luz gazed around it in wonder. It was dark, little balls of light floating around the ceiling giving all the light they needed to see. There shelves upon shelves of stuff surrounding them, crystal balls, crystals, various jars of herbs, and other mysterious substances. Even more dried herbs were hanging from the ceiling alongside various fabrics. In the middle of the room were several comfy looking chairs and a love seat surrounding a round coffee table with a few unlit candles.

“Take a seat, I’ll get working on this.” Niliana told them in her soft voice, motioning to the chairs. Luz hopped into a chair, giggling as she bounced slightly. Eda sat with a sigh, sprawling out over the love seat, but King couldn’t sit. He followed the witch, right on her heals as she walked to what looked like a work table. The shelf above it was lined with various stuffed animals in various rates of decay and mismanagement. King crawled onto the table, watching anxiously as she got to work. The snake on her shoulders slithered away due to some unspoken command, curling around a nearby staff and turning to wood.

“This is a nice place ya got here!” Luz said, still staring around in wonder. “I haven’t meant anyone who was really good at oracle magic before! Can you tell the future? How? What’s your favorite way to do it? What’s all the herbs and crystals for? How…?”

“Slow down, kid!” Eda said, laughing. “Not everyone can talk as fast as you.”

“Oh, right sorry.” Luz said, looking a bit sheepish and shrugging.

“No, dear, I can’t tell the future. Not exactly. Oracle magic is actually quite complicated. It’s more like I see pieces what could happen. I do it by connecting to others magic. I like reading tea leaves the most. The herbs are for the tea. The crystals can be used to focus someones magic so I can read it and use it to tell the future.”

She answered easily, not missing a beat as she worked. The rabbit was empty of all stuffing now, the broken thread removed and the arm sitting next to it. She got herself a bucket and filled it with water, adding an herb here and an herb there. Once the concoction was completed she put the pieces of the rabbit in to soak.

King stared into the bucket, then looked up at her, confused.

“What are you doing?” He asked, the nervousness creeping into his voice. She smiled at him again.

“He’s just taking a bath is all. It’ll make his fur soft and stronger.”

King nodded, keeping a close eye on the bucket.

“What do you mean you see pieces? What does that mean? And what does tea have to do with telling the future?”

Niliana sighed.

“Why don’t I just … show you? Would that appease you?”

Luz’s eyes went wide and she nodded, almost bouncing with excitement. So, she started putting together a pot of tea, heating the water with a magical floating fire. With nothing left to do but wait, she finally sat with a sigh, grabbing a deck of cards to fiddle with.

Luz never stopped talking, but once the witch had settled the girl went oddly silent. Niliana looked over to her to find the girl watching her with intent, curious eyes.

“Sooooo…” She started, a smirk on her face. “How do you and Eda know each otherrrrrrr.”

“We went to school together,” Eda spoke up before Niliana could, but she didn’t seem to mind. She just nodded.

“We were both in the potions track, at least for a short time.”

“Ugh, those classes were so booooring.” Eda groaned, slouching even further in the love seat at the very memory of them. “It was nothing but stirring and stirring. I don’t know how you managed it.”

“Clearly, I didn’t.” She said, twirling a card between her fingers. “I transferred to the oracle track shortly after you left.”

Eda snorted.

“I’m amazed anyone's making potions these days with a class like that.”

Niliana shrugged.

“I didn’t think it was all that bad. The monotony was calming, especially when I was having a bad day.”

Eda waved her hand aimlessly, clearly unimpressed.

“Awww, you guys were friends?” Luz asked, but Eda shook her head, confusing the girl.

“Not really. We were more like … Aquaintances. We knew of each other, but we didn’t hang out or anything.”

“We only really talked when we were paired up for a project.” Niliana added.

“Yeah, I remember that! I always got a passing grade with you watching my back!”

“You made me do all the work.”

“Not like I was learning anything anyway. I still did some of the stirring, didn’t I?”

“Mmmm, I suppose. Not much. You were too busy getting into trouble releasing spirits in the locker room or something.”

Eda snickered, remembering all her troublesome pranks.

“They never could get rid of those spirits. They made me do it!”

Niliana looked doubtful.

“And how exactly did they manage that?”

Eda just smiled, sitting up so she could ruffle Luz’s hair.

“I had to get Luz here into that school somehow.”

They spent a while retelling some of there adventures from school. Well, Eda retold some of her adventures. NIlly occasionally would add something here or that, mentioning something she herself remembered. Otherwise, she busied herself with other things. The tea needed to be finished and handed out and the rabbit needed dried off after soak and restuffed. The tent was filled with laughter. Even King was laughing at some points, though he kept his attention mostly on his rabbit.

“I finished my tea!” Luz piped up. “Do you read the leaves now?”

“In a bit, hun, let me just finish this real quick.”

King bounced anxiously, watching her carefully as pulled the needle through the fabric. Finally, the string was tied off and snipped.

“He’s done! Ya fixed him!” King shouted, eagerly grabbing for the rabbit, but the woman pulled it away.

“One last thing.” She said, opening one of her drawers to pull out a black ribbon. She tied it around the rabbit’s neck, forming a cute little bowtie. Only when that was done did she hand it to the little demon. He snatched it from her hands, giving it a big hug.

“Francoise! You’re all fixed!” He cheered. “Thank you, lady!”

He jumped off the counter, dashing over to Eda to show her his newly fixed rabbit. She whistled.

“Dang, it almost looks brand new! I knew you did this sort of stuff but I didn’t know you were good at it.”

Niliana shook her head.

“How did you even know? I don’t remember telling you about it.”

Eda shrugged, moving to the side so King could sit next to her, Francoise in his lap.

“I don’t know, you mentioned something about fixing stuffed animals during one of our projects.”

“And you remembered?”

“Yeah, I know. I even shock myself sometimes.” She smirked smugly, crossing her legs and putting her hands behind her head.

Niliana rolled her eyes, sitting down and putting a hand out to Luz. The girl eeped gleefully, rushing to give her the tea cup.

“Now, what do you want me to focus on?”

“Uh, what?” Luz asked.

“I need something to focus on. So, what do you want to know?”

Luz thought for a moment, then beamed.

“Oh, oh, I know! Will I ever fall in love?”

Eda rolled her eyes, mumbling something about teenagers and love. Niliana smirked at that before gazing into the cup. A moment later her eyes started glowing teal. Luz watched, fascinated. Several moments passed in silence before Luz got too impatient.

“Well? What do you see?”

Niliana closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. They were no longer glowing, returned to their usual golden brown. She thought for a moment, Luz staring at her intently, slowly inching closer to the witch.

“You will fall in love. In fact, you’ll fall in love with someone you already know and who you’re already close with.” She finally said, placing the cup down on the coffee table.

“Whoa, really? How do you know?”

“When I read your tea leaves, I focus intently on you and whatever you want to know, in this case, love. When I go into my trance, I don’t really see things, I feel things. They're more like impressions. I felt love, that’s how I know you will fall in love with someone. But I also felt a sense of familiarity, which is how I know it’s someone close to you. I’d advise you to figure out if any of your friends like you.”

“Whoa…” Luz whispered, looking amazed. Eda chuckled. It was amazing that her face didn’t freeze like that.

“Alright, hotshot. If you’re so good at this then read my stupid leaves.” She said, leaning forward, her teacup hanging off a finger. Niliana snatched it before it could fall and shatter. She shot the other witch a hard look.

“What do you want to know?”

“I don’t know, just tell me something about my love life or whatever.”

The witch stared into the teacup for a moment before her eyes lit up once more.

“This is all nonsense anyway,” Eda added, sitting back and crossing her arms. Luz looked taken aback.

“What? Why?”

“Simple. There’s no such thing as a set future. It hasn’t happened yet! Sure, you can be told what might happen and give all sorts of random advice or whatever, but it’s you’re own actions that determine what really happens. That’s not something she can control.”

Luz looked a little downtrodden by her mentors' words, but brightened almost instantly.

“So she can’t tell exactly what’ll happen, but she can point me in the right direction! It’s like well-informed advice.”

Eda waved a hand dismissively.

“Whatever you say, kid. Personally, I don’t let this stuff get to me.”

Niliana blinked, her eyes returning to normal once more.

“... alright, there’s a lot more to go through here.” She commented, looking rather thoughtful.

Eda frowned, just a bit irritated.

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

The woman didn’t seem affected by Eda’s steely tone, continuing with her even, soft voice.

“You have a pretty crazy love life already, it can be hard to sift through. You feel a lot of love for the people around you, so it's hard to say if there’s anything new there … There will be others that’ll come into your life and join your little family, that’s for sure. For a wanted criminal, you really draw them in.”

Eda huffed, her irritation fading as a soft smile spread on her face.

“I suppose so... “

She tried not to react to the look Luz was giving her.

It was a few more seconds before Niliana spoke up again.

“For someone who’s dated a lot, you haven’t felt a who lot of romantic love before. But there will be someone someday. Probably someone from your past. You may be nervous about it, it’ll be odd and new, but It’ll be worth it. My advice would be to not go searching for anything, but don’t shove anyone away who might want to get close to you. You may never find love if you stay closed off. But make sure they’re making an effort, too.”

She gave a little nod, satisfied with her reading, and put the teacup next to the other.

“My turn! I want a reading too!” King piped up. Niliana nodded and made him a cup. He snatched it out of her hands with a “nyeh’ and gulped it down. He shoved the now empty cup into her face. “Do your magic, Lady!”

Niliana chuckled, taking the cup from him and reading it.

“You, dear, are going to live a very happy life surrounded by the ones you love. You’ll be very pampered like you are now.”

“Yes! Only the best for the King of Demons!” King said, puffing his chest out. Eda pat his head, nearly knocking him over.

“Whatever you say, tiny.”

They left shortly after that, all waving as the left. Niliana waved back from her tent.

“I liked her. We should visit again sometime!” Luz said, looking up at Eda expectantly. King did the same from Luz’s arms, tail wagging. Eda sighed, a smirk crawling onto her face.

“Fine, if you want.”

The two cheered, running ahead a bit. Eda smiled at them.

[softestavengers]

I Just Feel You (Wanda x Vision)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff, Vision Warnings: None Disclaimer: I do not own rights to Marvel or it’s characters.

Description: Vision can’t seem to get his mind off of the Mind Stone. Wanda figures out a way to get him to loosen up a little bit.

A soft, luminous glow quietly peeks through a pair of thin curtains, illuminating a quaint little bedroom where a young couple lay inside atop a large king-sized bed. The two stay curled up together, the woman drinking from a steaming mug and the blond man, a carbon-based synthezoid underneath the human form, flipping through the pages of a book, much too quickly for any human to read.

Wanda, the red-haired woman, leans her head against her lover Vision’s shoulder. Vision peeks down at her for a moment, a smile gracing his lips that failed to meet his eyes.

“Vis.” Wanda sighed, reaching her hand up to rest on Vision’s cheek. “What’s wrong?”

Vision knew better than to lie. Even if he tried, Wanda could read him. She would know either way. He hesitated slightly before speaking. “The stone.” he stated, his hand reaching up to touch it. “It keeps trying to get my attention. To speak to me, perhaps. I just wish I understood what it was saying.”

Wanda ran her tongue against her upper lip, unsure of how to respond. Vision had been worrying over the Mind Stone in his forehead for a few days now, and his insistence on knowing what it was about was beginning to concern her. What if something really was wrong? What if something was happening to her beloved boyfriend?

No. That couldn’t be possible. It wouldn’t be. Wanda shooed the negative thoughts from her mind, and slowly lifted her hand to Vision’s forehead. Wisps of scarlet magic transferred from her fingers and into the stone.

Vision squinted slightly at the feeling of Wanda’s energy flowing through him. He slowly opened his eyes to gaze into hers. “Do you feel anything? What do you see?” he inquired in a rushed manner.

Wanda shook her head. “I just feel you.” she murmured, placing her hand on his cheek. “You and only you.”

Vision sighed, taking her hand in his. “Perhaps I am overthinking this a bit too much.”

Wanda slowly ran her fingers down to his shoulder. “You always have been analytical, Vis. Perhaps you get that from the one who made you.” she smiled softly.

“Mr. Stark wasn’t the only one who made me. Technically it was Ultron who-”

Wanda cut Vision off with a soft kiss to his lips. She didn’t want to hear that name. Not now.

“What you need, Vision, is to relax.” she grunted, flopping back against the pillows. “Get your mind off of things.” she grabbed the back collar of Vision’s shirt, pulling him backwards down onto the pillow. Vision let out a slight yelp, making Wanda laugh. She’d never heard such a sound from the android before.

“Do it again!” she exclaimed, turning to face him. “That was precious.”

Vision tilted his head. “What was? The sound of surprise I just made?” he furrowed his eyebrows when Wanda nodded. “Humans are so strange. They find amusement in the smallest things.”

Wanda shook her head. There he goes again. She brought her hand up to Vision’s cheek, slowly gliding downwards. “Maybe you should try it sometime.” she hummed.

Vision ignored her statement and closed his eyes, melting into the feeling of Wanda’s touch. He lived for these moments, laying side by side with his lover in the calming silence of their bedroom. It felt nice to share a home, away from it all. Away from the responsibilities of keeping up with the world’s dangers. Away from being an Avenger.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, odd sensation starting from his neck to his shoulder, where Wanda had continued to glide her fingers down. Vision flinched back, his eyes shooting open. Wanda recoiled as if she had touched a hot pan.

“Vis? Are you okay?” Wanda grabbed his face. “Is it the stone again?” her eyes were laced with worry.

Vision shook his head. “No darling, not this time. But the strangest thing happened, I felt the most peculiar feeling when you were touching my shoulder.” he gestured to his shoulder before touching it with his own fingers, trying to check for any abnormalities.

Wanda raised an eyebrow. “What kind of feeling? Was it painful?” she reached forward, pressing into the space between his neck and shoulder, red magic surrounding her hand as she tried to examine the area.

Vision flinched back again, grabbing Wanda’s wrist. “It happened again. It’s still happening!” he rubbed at his shoulder, trying to rid himself of the feeling as Wanda’s magic began to wear off. He was surprised to look up to a grin on Wanda’s face.

“I think I know what’s ailing you, Vis.” she stated matter-of-factly, tilting her head to the side as she gazed at him with adoration.

“What is it?” Vision inquired with worry. He shifted slightly, sitting up as he waited for her response.

“You might be a bit ticklish.” she replied, unable to hold back a giggle. “It’s nothing to worry about, really.”

Vision raised an eyebrow. “Ticklish? That’s not possible.” he scoffed. “I highly doubt I was created with such human-like weaknesses.”

Wanda bit back a smile. “I beg to differ. And I have all the evidence I need, right here.”

Her eyes began to glow a brilliant red, and Vision was shocked to feel himself weighed down against the bed, unable to get up.

“Wanda, dear, what are you doing?” he gasped, straining as he tried to sit up. His eyes widened when Wanda settled himself above him, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

“Helping you chill out a little.” she replied, her fingers quickly beginning to dart over Vision’s sides. Her boyfriend squirmed beneath her, letting out a yelp as he tried to process the sensations. Wanda decided to play it gentle for now, realizing it would be cruel of her to subject Vision to a tormenting round of merciless tickles when it was something he was brand new to.

So, she kept her touch light as she scribbled and scratched at his torso. Her smile brightened when finally, after a few moments, giggles began to flow from his lips.

“Wanda! Whahat is this?” Vision managed to wheeze out. He fought with all his might against the magic that held him down, but much to his dismay, Wanda’s powers nearly exceeded his own.

“Don’t ask questions! Just have fun!” Wanda tsked, bringing her assailing fingers up to the spot at his neck. Vision scrunched up his shoulders, losing his words in immediate laughter.

Wanda giggled along with him, her heart soaring with joy at her newfound discovery. She slowed her tickling down slightly, just for a moment, to try and focus on Vision’s thoughts. She could read his confusion, but also his joy. She decided to keep going.

“Who would’ve thought? Big, strong avenger being reduced to a pile of giggles and I barely have to touch him.” Wanda smirked as she began fluttering her fingers over Vision’s neck again, sending him back into a fit of giggles. Vision felt his face grow warm, and a pink tint rose to his cheeks. His legs began to kick out in a futile attempt to break through the magic he was trapped by. This continued for a few minutes, Wanda exploring and attacking every sensitive area she could find.

“Okay! Okahay!” Vision eventually sputtered out, bringing his hands up to shield himself. “You win, mercy, uncle, whatever it is!” he technically didn’t need to breathe, but his sides were beginning to cramp from all the laughter.

Wanda immediately let up, lifting her magic from him as well. Vision flopped back against the bed, feeling like all of his energy had just been drained from him.

“Y’know, for such a sweet woman, you’re sure evil.” he grumbled, rubbing his forehead. “Why would anyone want to subject themselves, or anybody else, to such a torment?”

“You had fun.” Wanda grinned. “I could tell.”

“Lying to yourself.” Vision shook his head. “Keep telling yourself that.” he suddenly shot his arms around her waist, pulling her close. Wanda jumped in surprise, her eyes beginning to glow as she anticipated retaliation.

Vision raised an eyebrow. “What? You think I’m one who finds pleasure in revenge?” he asked, resting his chin against her shoulder and looking up at her sweetly.

Wanda blushed, avoiding his gaze. “I just thought, with how fast you were going-”

“Because that would be correct.” Vision cut her off with his fingers digging into her sides.

Desperate giggles immediately spilled from Wanda’s lips, filling their small bedroom. Vision couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face.

These were the moments he wanted to remember most. No amount of avenging, fighting, or saving could ever top the precious time he had with his Wanda. She was his hope, his joy, his everything. Right now, they weren’t Avengers. They weren’t the strong, famous figures that the civilians counted on. They were simply Wanda and Vision, laughing and play fighting like any other ordinary couple would do.

And that was more than enough.

[obeymeluv]

Could you do one with an MC who is rich and has two butlers and they happen to arrive out of nowhere, and they start to become clingy, and they call MC ✨Master✨? How would the brothers react? And could you also please do the reaction of the undateables to? Thank you and keep up the great work!❤️❤️

What an interesting concept :0

These will be short-ish since you want to include the Undateables, too. Also, bear with me. First time doing the Undateables. Luke is excluded because he is a baby. 

Lucifer:

He didn’t remember this being in your selection packet. This is unacceptable.

Is very unnerved and aggravated because...why so clingy? Have some dignity!

Literally wrinkles his nose at them and scoffs

When they address you as “Master” in his presence he tries very hard not to throw something at them or make a demon noise.

Something about them addressing you like that seems like a smack in the face, like they’re flaunting their closeness and he’s just not here for it

If they get him the right way on the wrong day, he’s going to pull rank and be like ‘I was here with them BEFORE you got here and you’re in the Devildom. MY HOME. Know your place.’

Will play their game and force them to actually be a butler, dismissing them when he’s with you or requesting things. If they don’t look like they want to do it for them, he’d call them out on whether or not they’re really a butler with that shit-eating smirk on his face.

Mammon:

Is pretty excited. They’re basically his butlers now too, right?! He’s your best man so you share, right?!

If they shut him down, ignore him, or dismiss him, Mammon’s going to be super butthurt about it

Their whole clingy ‘Master’ bit is really not sitting right with him. It’s doing a number on his desire to be greedy and snap up all your time or attention

Is most likely to trick them, like sending an illusion of you down the hall just so they follow you. He’ll make off with the real you! Hey, it’s not his fault you have dumb human butlers, okay?

May just outright lie to them and convince them that they need to work odd jobs in the Devildom to support you (”Uh, yeah, no, they’re broke here. Human money doesn’t transfer, you know?”) because these simps would do it. You get more Grim and he gets you, it’s a win!

Levi

Weirded out but really interested. He’s not super close with Barbatos so this is a chance to find out exactly what being a butler entails. It’s kind of a mystery profession, he thinks

Is also convinced they may not be human butlers because he saw that in an anime once. This sends Levi on a small (constant) spying expedition to see if anything non-human happens

This may be where he realizes he has a sub kink because hearing them call you ‘Master’ makes him blush and feel some kind of way?!

The magic dies a bit when they’re dismissive and kind of protective, seeming to guard you from the bros

Gets jealous because they’re obviously close to you and that’s basically a pet name and why can’t HE have that?

They may or may not be scared by his demon form if/when he sulks around

Might trick them into playing an intense butler/serving VR game and trap them in it for a little bit. He feels like they’ve disturbed the peace of the house.

Satan

He sees their game and he’ll play it. If they’re your butlers--and good ones--they’ll cater to him, who is your company.

Lives for every moment he can catch them on a technicality and they have to include him on anything

Thinks it’s cute they call you master. If they get snippy with him, he’ll be happy to explain how that term originated with demons and it will take nothing short of their master to call him off of them

If he’s bored or just feeling some kind of way, he’ll ask them to help fetch books (at your behest, so they do it) and watch them struggle with ancient tomes that may have been enchanted to weigh a little more than normal. 

Satan lowkey feels on edge because they feel like intruders in their home, in the space they’ve let you share. Does not want them here.

Asmo

Butlers?! How quaint and cute! Seems like a scene from a book! Have you ever had a wild love affair?!

Charms them without using his powers. They somehow accept him. He appears to be tolerated more than the rest of his brothers, though he undoubtedly plays second fiddle to you. He understands.

Thoroughly enjoys pissing off his brothers via the butlers, toasting with little glasses of drink while the two of you have a private party. Oh, it’s so fun!

Will poke fun at how much they use ‘Master’. “Some people really enjoy that, you know? Is it projection or just your thing?” (It gets on his nerves because, yes, it can be overused.)

It’s a nice peek into something he doesn’t have in his life but it does lose its charm eventually. He’d much prefer the House of Lamentation go back to the way it was.

Will probably charm them right back to the human world. No need for butlers here, you have seven demons!

Beel

Almost eats one of them because he thinks random humans just showed up in the house.

He honestly thought it was some reverse summoning gone wrong and they’d be totally free game to eat. They might have bad intentions, you know?

Once he realizes they’re here for you, he apologizes but is wary.

Are they here to take you away? To check in on you? Why would they do that? You signed all kinds of paperwork stating you’d be safe in the Devildom and stuff!

Lucifer gets aggravated with them floating around and attaching to you (and lowkey trying to clean/rearrange the house) so he asks you to put them on cooking duty. You seem to want a break from them so you agree. Beel tries not to abuse this too much, but he’s glad to have extra bodies ready to cook!

Doesn’t really get the ‘Master’ thing but won’t say anything. Will idly go ask Satan if that’s a thing in the human world. He feels like it should’ve gone out of date a couple of centuries ago.

The one to ask, point blank, if you guys decide to date or get married do they then become his butlers?

Will leave alone if he’s left alone, but if they start to get hostile or sabotage his ability to hang out with you, he will think of a very passive/casual way to show his strength and why he shouldn’t be messed with.

Belphie

Almost attacked them too, but for a different reason. He’d been sleeping when they arrived and no one thought to update him. When he saw random people in the house, he thought someone may have broken in.

Cow man will defend his territory

Will definitely make fun of them when they call you ‘master’. (”Seems like something a lesser creature would do.”)

They may be here for you but they’ll learn his rules. Mainly: do not, under any circumstances, touch his cow pillow.

Couldn’t care less but if he thinks his family is being pushed away because of them, he and Satan may form a smaller ‘Butlers suck’ club and test out some new pranks for the ‘Lucifer sucks’ club.

Will doze in your lap just to hear you defend him and shoo them off. May slap one of them with his tail ‘in his sleep’.

Solomon

Butlers, hm? It wasn’t something he expected

Has no outward animosity for them. Lowkey charms them; he wants them to open up and let their guard down because he is extremely interested in body language. What are they really feeling and thinking?

May show them a few spells to break the ice

If he feels they’re stealing up your time and blocking him, he’ll play their cat and mouse game. He and Satan have a lot in common in that respect.

Secretly wonders if you can make them try his cooking. He doesn’t think it’s half bad!

May ask them for tips on cooking

If he’s bored and you both want to have a laugh, he may find a way to spike them both with truth serum and have a fun time

Secretly wants to have a real tea party-type date

Simeon

What an act of labor and love! How adorable!

He considers them to be the human version of guardian angels and he’s just so touched by it. He thinks its very cute

Dotes on them a bit, almost like they’re puppies instead of people

He is polite and literally angelic, but he is not a pushover. Should they deny him your presence out of spite or distrust, he will give them a mini-schooling (scolding) on politeness and how he prays for their heart 

Probably wins them over by being his usual neutral kind of polite self

Doesn’t quite care for them calling you master and warns them of false idols and such

Diavolo

Is very amused. You also have butlers? What a small world!

Do butlers like to hang out with other butlers?

Basically tries to arrange a butler play date

Genuinely laughs when they try to prevent him from being with you in any capacity. (”They may be your master but I am a prince. Soon to be king. Please step aside.”)

He appreciates that they’re protective of you but there IS such a thing as overdoing it and he can excuse them from the Devildom any time he wishes.

Overall takes their presence with grace because you having butlers is like him having Barbatos. They’re just very young and stubborn. He understands. They’ll mellow out soon.

Barbatos

Finds the whole thing laughable, especially when they try to prevent HIM from seeing you

Boy has been a butler for THOUSANDS of years, he knows all the dismissal tricks! 

Barbatos will idly wipe a gloved hand over something they’ve cleaned (comes from being head of cleaning staff for thousands of years) and in butler code that SMACKS of judgement and disrespect

He knows this and sometimes he does it on purpose

Barbatos is the very quiet, sly kind of petty

May send the butlers into a cleaning frenzy just because they THINK he’ll say something or they THINK he gave them the side eye

Those humans may work themselves sore and oh, what’s this? You’re suddenly free and unattended? Well, he can’t have that, can he?

Probably saw this happening in one reality or another, so he takes it like a champ. There’s just that nasty bite of pride that refuses to let him be out-butlered.

Hope you liked it, Nonnie!