#i would love to hear other potential letter thoughts. what do YOU think happened? Need to know if there is fandom consensus here

[laurellala-comics]

Ok, so we know that after Phoenix saw news articles about how Edgeworth had become a ruthless prosecutor but before Phoenix became a lawyer himself, he wrote letters to Edgeworth to try and get through to him and convince him that what he was doing was wrong. Do we think Edgeworth read the letters? Do we think he kept them? Realistically, I think he read the first one because he recognized Nick's name and was curious what he had to say, and then got angry and threw out all the subsequent letters without looking at them. But imagine if he had kept them, and after reuniting with Nick, went through them. I feel like that would be a good opportunity for drama.

I also wonder if Nick thinks Edgeworth read all his letters or not. Like if he said certain things in the letter and assumes Edgeworth knows them when they meet, it could lead to interesting miscommunication. Obviously you could do this in a ship context, but I think it'd be compelling from a friendship point of view as well. If Nick had emphasized how much respect he had for Edgeworth and how much he believes in his ability to do good in the world and how he cares deeply about helping Edgeworth realize that, and all Edgeworth does is tell him to go away and that he never wants to see him again, that that feels a lot more crushing if Nick thinks that Edgeworth read about him being vulnerable and honest and then just didn't care.

Honestly though, I feel like after not getting a response for awhile Nick would assume Edgeworth wasn't reading the letters and start getting pissy, and only continue to send the letters for the principle of the matter (Edgeworth will have to see the letter in his mailbox after all and be reminded of Nick's existence even if he doesn't read them). I could see him using the letters more as a way of shouting into the void about his feelings with no expectation of them being read. I imagine the first letter was a very mild and kind plea that Edgeworth remember his old friend and who he used to be, and then 10 letters later it's just one page with "bitch" written in big letters because Nick is So Done. In which case, it would actually be so much funnier if Edgeworth DID read all of them from the beginning. Maybe this is why he acted the way he did when Nick met him again.

[scaredycatqlt]

hii! I wanted to request a fluffy, platonic twillight sparkle + gn!reader who's a famous actress? I just thought it would be neat, tysm and stay awesome :DD

OMG YAY TWILIGHT!!! Sorry it’s been over a month…I’ve been busy…. But I’ll like writing these :3

✨Twilight Sparkle X Famous Actress! Reader [PLATONIC]🌟

I feel like you and her would meet because you and your film crew came to Ponyville to film a movie.

Of course, Twilight isn’t really big into celebrities, she hears through Rarity.

She probably wouldn’t go up to you while you were filming a scene-obviously. You’re busy, and it’s not like she knows you.

(or Rarity introduced Twilight to you. Because she may or may not be lowkey obsessed with your work.)

you’re first official interaction would be her bumping into you around town square, apologizing for it before she recognizes you.

Formalities ensue, introducing yourselves to each other. She is a little shocked by how non-arrogant you are, despite your popular status.

She tries to engage in a proper conversation but you are soon surrounded by fans. So, that’s hard.

You two would definitely grab coffee together (is there coffee in MLP???…) And just talk.

Her home is always open to you whenever you need a break from the stress of popularity.

Twilight definitely supports your career, but don’t expect her to show up to most of your scenes. She isn’t a big fan of crowds.

If you ever praise her for her magic or smarts she’d be pretty bashful about it but secretly really proud. I think she really does love praise but tries not to let it get to her head. ^^

She isn’t a super big fan of sweets in comparison to some other ponies, but she’d be down to get some treats with you sometime.

Or have a little tea party in her house!! :D

If you’re her friend be prepared to hear her long info dumps about whatever current subject she’s reading up on. Sometimes it doesn’t make sense, but you still listen.

Spike doesn’t trust you at first but I think that goes away fairly quickly. He kinda treats you like a fan would after that, but then later treats you like a normal friend.

All of the others have different opinions on you. Rarity strongly admires you and your work, Pinkie pie thinks you’re awesome! (Obviously.) Fluttershy hasn’t had a lot of interactions with you, because, she’s shy. Applejack is a little skeptical of you, because you’re a famous celebrity. And Rainbowdash thinks you’re kindaaa cool. I guess. (She thinks you’re cooler than what she’s letting on.)

Sleepovers!!!

Wouldn’t be frequent, but when they do happen it’s very chill. You two might read separately-or if you’re not big into reading, doing whatever you do while Twilight reads.

One of her love languages is parallel play. Even if you both aren’t talking or interacting with eachother, having you in the same room is nice. :3

If you don’t live in Ponyville, sometimes she’ll take the train to come visit you. And she always writes you letters!

If you do live in Ponyville, you see her almost daily. Sometimes you’ll accompany her and a couple friends to the spa or something for a chill day.

Other times you could be potentially roped into their shenanigans.

Sometimes you’ll have to drag her away from her work for just a bit-to eat or drink some water, or go stretch her legs. She will fight back ofc, but she does really appreciate your care for her.

And if you’re ever stressed out by celebrity duties, she’ll be there to comfort you and help if she can. She will fight off Paparazzi for you deadass.

In general; a really good friend to have. She helps you out in any way she can!! Even if she’s busy.

Hope you liked these!! It’s kinda hard to do ‘normal’ fluff with Twilight, but I like her character soooo :3

[moonlightdancer26]

I'd love to hear your thoughts about Percy! What is your opinion on him in general? Do you like how his character arc was handled by JKR? What are your thoughts on popular fandom takes about Percy (him being a terrible disgrace to the Weasley family for siding with the Ministry/Voldemort; him being a secret hero of the rebellion who deserved better; etc)? And your thoughts on Percy ships? Who, if anyone, do you ship him with?

I think he’s wicked awesome and way too hated, I will genuinely defend him with my life. If my family treated me that badly I’d tell them to fuck off too, he was literally so excluded from his family because he wasn’t some Quidditch-loving jock and actually preferred to study and stay indoors. And he got mocked consistently just because he wanted a bright future. Sure he may appear a bit stuck-up to those who don’t know him well, but his family?? Plus after he legitimately got the job of his dreams, his father’s immediate reaction was to tell him he didn’t actually earn it and that it was all just a ploy. I would actually be so hurt. Like sure Arthur did end up being right, BUT YOU COULD’VE SAID IT A BIT DIFFERENTLY?? A simple “you earned it anyway, son” or “I’m proud of you” would’ve sufficed, alongside an explanation of why Percy MIGHT have gotten the job. He went about it way too harshly, if I got shut down like that after getting the job I’ve been working for my whole life, I’d have done a lot worse.

And I totally get Percy’s resentment, he felt as though his father wasn’t reaching his full potential due to his proud showcase of Muggle-fangirling. And since he (Arthur) was basically the sole provider in a large family that lived in poverty, I can see why Percy would feel frustration towards his father. Plus why do people act as if Percy was always “so horrible” even before he “abandoned” his family? He literally went RUSHING to Ronald when he got out of the lake in GoF and refused to let go of him, and he loved Ginny to death. He was protective of his younger siblings and was pretty funny imo, it’s hard not to sympathise with him when he has siblings like Fred and George.

He genuinely deserved so much better, he was constantly shut down for his accomplishments and cared so much for his siblings despite their mocking, plus he still came back to apologise to them and then proceeded to see his baby brother die in front of him????? How could you hate him after DH?? I don’t think he’s a disgrace to his family at all, sure he was shitty to Molly but, with what he must’ve been going through at the time, I get it. And any resentment he felt towards his family was completely and utterly justified. Plus he literally apologised, so even if you disagree with what I’m saying and think he’s scum or whatever, he legit still apologised to them? He still redeemed himself? Whatever he’s supposedly done that you hate him for, he redeemed himself for it. And I feel like people forget how young Percy was when all this happened? He’s only like 4 years older than Harry and was still 18/19 when all the family drama occurred, and he held a huge responsibility in the ministry. And having grown up as the lone middle child with the burden of knowing his family isn’t respected much must’ve had a tremendous influence on someone as ambitious as Perce. People should really see things from his perspective sometimes. Imo the only genuinely shitty things he’s done is 1. his treatment of Molly 2. his letter to Ron about Harry (but even then, I completely understand why Percy said what he said), anything other than that is usually just exaggerated by his haters.

One character he’s always reminded me of is Alex Dunphy from Modern Family (*tries to summon Modern Family fans*), she was also the odd one out in her family because she was super studious and introverted. And she had a desperate need to prove herself and was very ambitious, much like Perce. Her meltdowns and extreme studying was treated as a joke to the viewers and her sister Haley constantly made fun of her for it. She reminds me a lot of him tbh, which is why I love both characters so much.

lol this was supposed to be a quick short ask explaining why I love him and who I ship him with, and it resulted in a whole rant 😭 that’s usually how I get whenever his name gets brought up. Also Nonnie, I ship Percy with Oliver :D and I think he and Penelope Clearwater really deserved more screentime, they were such a delightful couple imo.

And thanks for the ask btw, I missed talking about him!!

[alpydk]

Cabinet of Oddities (Part 12)

TavxGale (Custom)

Angst incoming again - Feeling in a slump recently writing-wise.

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Summary: “Oh, but this sounds so much more personal than that. Maybe our little redhead has had her own dealings with the Lady of Magic, hm?” She glared at him as if to tell him to drop the subject and turned back to the piles of books looking for anything to take her mind off her thoughts. “A for Azure, Antimagic aura, Mystra. How can I trust? How will I ever know? / How can I show myself, my darkest me?” Nana slammed the book back down on the table in front of her. “Is nothing in this tower just normal!?” she shouted loudly. 

.“…Mystra.”

Nana’s heart had broken as she heard the name. Of course, those words could not be meant for her. Nana who had kept everything from him, who had almost got the man she was falling in love with killed. Nana the monster. She had returned to her tent fighting back the tears before falling into a restless slumber.

“My sweet little mask.” His voice stirred her and this time she did not resist him. She threw her arms around him as she sobbed. I missed you, why did you leave me? Why did you have to die?  Thomas stood taken aback. His golden studded armour shone under the glowing of the astral planes that surrounded them. “Do not cry. You are stronger than this.”

His words confused her. She tried to shake the thoughts that plagued her, the memories of the deception that had occurred after his death, of the time when she had lost herself completely to him. She released her grip on him and stood looking at the man she once knew. The scar across his eye was the same, his half smile which had lured her in so many times before. He stared at her with the steel-toned eyes which brought her such security. Everything was the same, so why couldn’t she just accept him?

“You haven’t been using the parasite's potential. You think you don’t need it.” Thomas’ voice was as cold as it always had been. A soldier used to giving orders had meant that Nana had always felt compelled to listen to him, to trust him. But she couldn’t shake the memories.

She stepped back from him as he spoke. “Who are you?”

“You know who I am, sweet mask. I’m here to protect you.” His voice continued. He spoke of the tadpole, of how useful it would be in aiding her, of how a battle was raging, and of how she needed to continue to the Shadowlands. You’re not him. “You must trust me,” he spoke, hearing his concerns.

She woke in her tent, the smell of the Underdark filling her nostrils, earth and fungus. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and left for the campfire. Wyll was already awake and offered a cup of something warm and fruity smelling.

“Same dream?” He asked knowingly.

She nodded, unable to find the words to explain what she had seen. She took a sip of the liquid he had offered, sickly sweet, and placed the cup aside. Nana turned her view towards Gale’s tent. “How is he doing?”

“Better but he needs to rest today. I’ll be staying with him whilst you explore the tower.” Wyll hesitated a moment before speaking further. “It wasn’t your fault, with what happened. It was but an unfortunate accident. You know that, don’t you?”

Nana looked over at him. She couldn’t accept what he had said but she didn't have the energy to argue with him. “When he wakes up… Could you tell him that I’m sorry?”

Wyll gave her a smile. “You can do that yourself when you get back.”

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Lenora’s tower. The deep loneliness in the air could be felt by all as if a dark shroud hung over the area. Books and letters were found but there was no sign of the occupier. Nana turned over a letter and read out loud. “...That I would be called back to Baldur's Gate to confer with the other clerics of Mystra.” She knitted her brow with frustration. “Mystra… Of course, it has to be bloody Mystra.” 

“Having some troubles with the Goddess, are we darling?” Astarian playfully spoke. “Or is it all the gods?”

Nana grit her teeth trying to avoid the venom she wanted to spill. This goddess had cursed Gale, groomed him, loved him, and discarded him like he was nothing but a broken plaything, and yet still he loved her. She breathed deep pushing down her anger. “I guess I’ve just never understood the devotion to them. They never answer no matter how much a person pleads, they never help, they’re never there-” Her voice was rising, growing more high pitched, more irritated. “-so why are people so blindly loyal to them?”

“Now now, dear. No need to get so emotional.” Astarian gave a tap of her arm and watched as she tensed up. “If it makes you feel any better, I agree with you on this, although maybe not as passionately.” He smiled over at her suggestively. “I am, however, a little surprised though. I didn’t think you’d be one to question another's personal beliefs.”. 

Nana caught herself before another wave of frustration was released. “They can believe what they want, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.” She was short with him, her temper briefly showing through.

“Oh, but this sounds so much more personal than that. Maybe our little redhead has had her own dealings with the Lady of Magic, hm?”

She glared at him as if to tell him to drop the subject and turned back to the piles of books looking for anything to take her mind off her thoughts. “A for Azure, Antimagic aura, Mystra. How can I trust? How will I ever know? / How can I show myself, my darkest me?” Nana slammed the book back down on the table in front of her. “Is nothing in this tower just normal!?” she shouted loudly. 

They explored the rest of the area mostly in silence and thankfully it had remained uneventful, nothing but battling a few constructs and collecting mushrooms. Nana had mumbled to herself throughout about her dislike of the Underdark. “It’s just too dark. Would it kill them to just dig upwards? Maybe let a little sunlight down here?” The party made their way back to camp glad that their days in the area were coming to an end, and yet concerned about what the following part of their journey would bring.

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Astarion followed her as she entered her tent. “May I join you?”

He saw her think it over before relaxing onto the bedroll. “Go ahead. It will actually be nice to talk to someone who lies to my face for a change.”

“Oh darling, would I ever lie to you?” He sat down next to her innocently placing a hand on her arm. He noticed that she bristled at his touch but had made no attempt to move away from him. He was trying to provoke her, trying to engage her as had before the party.

She spoke, her voice was as if she had given up the fight, weak and spiritless. “Astarion, what is it that you want from me? I don’t have spells, I don’t have a connection to a devil, hells I don’t even have the arms to lift a great axe. Why would you even want to be around me?”

He turned over the thought. What was it he wanted from her? It had all originally been about protection, about not having to watch his back around another member of the party, especially one who was initially so unhinged, but now, after this long? He wasn’t sure. He removed his hand from her and gazed at her trying to figure it out. “Honestly, I’m not so sure.”

He watched as her face lowered and he considered leaving, her usefulness questionable, before he heard her voice. “I didn’t always hate the gods, you know.”  

He turned to her. Now this was interesting. This was much more than mindless banter and swooning. This he could actually relate to. “Hate?”

She nodded. “I used to be like anyone else, I accepted that the gods were there and if I ever needed help I’d just pray and they would come. That’s how it was meant to work, right?”

“That’s what people say. In my own experience, none of them answer.” He thought back to his years under Cazador’s hold, the nights of torture and the many many gods whom he had called out to. And yet nothing had changed, he had still been a slave, tortured and beaten with no hope of redemption.

“And that’s how it was for me too. It didn’t seem to matter what I offered, who I prayed to, or how many tears I shed over their altars, they all remained silent. As if they were mocking me.” She brushed back her hair as she spoke. He watched as the red locks were pushed out of her face only to fall back again instantly. This wasn’t to help her in any way, it was to distract him from the words she spoke.

He couldn’t help but see her differently now. She wasn’t just some ditzy idiot they had grown to put up with. Was this all an act, a ploy, just as cunning as his own charming persona? “And so something else answered, didn’t it?”

He noticed the look in her eyes change briefly as if the walls had gone back up, a topic touched that she was not willing to indulge in, and then again appeared the empty-headed smile he’d grown so familiar with. “You make it sound like I found myself a patron. Haha, I didn’t.” She grinned at him and he finally knew. His defences had been flirting, jokes, and even aggression. Hers were different, she acted positive and gave people the image that they wanted to see, she deflected everything thrown at her. But now he knew she was hiding something and it would only be a matter of time before he figured out what her secret was.

[killuachii]

The fleeting feeling of unreached happiness.

Keita's pov

I was happy once. I was the happiest person that has ever existed. I was so happy that I couldn't feel any other emotion. But that feeling went away. Now I am nothing more than a shadow of the past. A faint memory. And if I'm being honest, it will stay like that for a while.

I don't understand who friend or foe is. I don't understand who my loved ones are. I don't understand anything anymore. The moment I trust, I will get hurt. But at the same time, the moment I don't trust, I hurt others. I can never win in a life like this. Are the feelings of others justified? Or are they just going with what the masses say? I can't help but put my words to pen and dedicate letters to each and one of my feelings.

To the happiness I have loved

I have always seen myself as someone that doesn't look good with sadness on them, so I tried my best to show people my happy sides. Maybe they will get happy too once they see me? I love to make others happy but would there be someone out there who would want to make me happy? That's what I have been wondering. Everyone deserves happiness and it shouldn't be something that you should earn first. I want to wake up with a smile and go to sleep with it. I want to live with that smile and die with it.

I got lost on the tracks and finally lost something that was very dear to me - the happiness I have loved so dearly. Now every moment I live is not livable anymore. Now everything has turned grey for me and I don't know if I'll be able to see the colours of life again. Right now I am just a waste of space. A waste of potential and a wasted life.

My loved ones are turning to shapes. I can't recognize them anymore. This is why I lost my trust.

To the trust that got away

Living a life for your own sounded great at first but soon I realised I needed people around me. People who I could trust, that I could love and support and do anything for them. But once my beloved happiness slipped through my hands, I let go of my trust.

I didn't know who I was and I didn't know who they were. Did they want to hurt me? Or did they really care about me? Everything in me is a riddle. There is no key for the lock in my heart. There is no sunshines and clear skies in my head. All that consumes me now are dark skies and chains. I feel captured. Captured by my inability to trust. Captured by all these thoughts that are mocking me. Mocking my being and anything related to it. I don't feel human anymore. When I look in the mirror I see nothing. There is no person looking at me anymore. I am met with words of disgust, words I never wished to hear.

This is when the fear in me started. A fear that is too heavy to put into words.

To the fear that consumes me

When I stopped being human, that's when the fear took over me. I can't recognize anything anymore. Who loves me and who hates me? Who will be there for me and who will just point and laugh? When times get rough who is the person I can count on? When I don't want to exist, who will tell me they need my light? These are the thoughts that hinder me from realising who is my friend and who wants me dead.

Would you miss me if I disappear? Or were you waiting for it to happen? Do you see me as a loved one or do you think of me as disposable? The fear won't let me think straight. I started to become afraid of everything. I am afraid of people, afraid of objects, afraid of myself. I am just a wasted human, I have no use in this life anymore and that's what I fear the most. As a wasted life it's easier to end it all - nobody would care regardless.

But could I ever do something like this to myself? Could I just end it all and release this damned existence?

To myself

I have loved you. I have always loved you and still do. Please never forget that. You are my light and my darkness. If you die, I won't exist anymore. I love you more than anything else and I am so sorry to you. When people don't see the wars you have fought, I do. When you start crying, I will wipe your tears away. Nobody knows your pain, but I do. And I love you for your pain, your fear and your happiness. Please don't kill the light that lights me up. I know it's hard but you are not alone. If no one is there, I will and I'll do anything for you.

I have loved you through so many years and many years to come. I will love you in your life and your death. Don't worry about things that lay out of your control. If they refuse to understand your feelings, I always will. I will wait for you happily. I will care for you. Just please never forget that if the world decides to hate you, I will always love you. The journeys we had, the fights we had, the pain we shared and the happiness we shared will always be embedded in our history together.

I believe that with you I can make a change. With you I will find happiness.

To the future

The future seems so distant but yet I can grasp it. I am sure that there will be good things ahead, I have someone I can trust again, someone I can love again, someone that makes me human. The world doesn't stop for me, it goes on and so will my life. If I keep spiraling in thoughts of unhappiness I will never be happy. I want to make a change. I deserve the life that has been taken away from me. I deserve to be happy.

There are still some steps I have to take to truly be happy. But the most important thing is myself. There is no one that shares the same pains as me just like myself. So I have to take care of us. Both my physical self and my spiritual self deserve to see a life behind all the darkness. Behind the fog that has been suffocating me. Nobody can give me the life I yearn for but myself.

I am thankful for myself and the ones that didn't get away. The ones that after all the battles lost could still love me and care for me. If no one else is willing to love me, they will and I am thankful for all of them. Thank you for seeing my light and believing in it.

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Hello guys! In this story we follow Keita through his own battles with his mind. At first he seems to struggle with the image of himself and labeling him as "a waste", who is unable to feel loved but after a while Keita realizes that the only person that can make him feel the love that he deserves is himself! He starts realising that there always will be a person waiting for him at home, even if it's just himself!

Thank you for reading! o7

[k00ldino]

vector angst??

it’s more likely than you’d think

vector definitely wasn’t the same upon returning back to earth after being trapped on the moon (and mars later on). the whole ordeal left a bad taste in his mouth.

he plays it off, of course, but he often gets triggered by images and mentions of space, and even just seeing the moon in the sky is enough to bring back those awful memories. sometimes, he finds himself replaying his time spent there in his mind. the dread of not knowing if he’ll ever return, of not having any food or water. simply being up there alone was enough to make him panic. so isolated, with nobody around to hear his cries for help. was it days? weeks? all he knew was that it was MUCH too long.

for quite a while after his arrival home, he’d have nightmares, leaving him frequently waking up a sobbing mess. it got to a point where he was too scared to fall asleep at times, so he opted to keep himself awake for days at a time instead. he barely ate, barely slept. he was a shell of his former self, no longer even having the energy to pull off any evil schemes.

he rarely left his home out of fear of something like that happening again. every letter or text from a potential rival sent him into an anxious spiral. what if THEY trapped him in space as well? he so desperately wanted to keep doing what he loved, villainy being one of his special interests, but how could he continue after going through something so awful??

his father noticed, of course, and urged him to speak with a therapist, but what was he supposed to tell them?

“yeah, i got stuck in space because i kidnapped some guy’s daughters and it kinda messed me up.”

he refused, insisting that it was fine and that he’d be back to his old self in no time! he reassured his dad that everything would be alright, that he was just in a bit of a weird mood since coming back.

“it’s probably just something to do with the weird change in time zones. don’t worry about me!”

it’s not like he really had anybody else to check in on him. he had a handful of online friends, sure, but he kept them satisfied with simple messages on discord. a meme here, a reply there. nothing too extreme. he didn’t want anybody to worry about him. the number one supervillain in the world didn’t NEED support!

it took months of pestering from his dad to finally see a counselor, just to shut him up, who had even gone through the effort of searching for somebody who deals specifically with villains. how thoughtful!

he walked into his first session the next week, only to be greeted with “oh hey, i know you! you’re the guy that got stuck on the moon, right?” which caused him to INSTANTLY burst into tears.

once he’d calmed down, he recounted his experiences of how isolated and scared he felt. he was surprised to be shown compassion from somebody other than his own father. being able to vent all of his feelings to someone who was actually listening felt so gratifying for him, and it was even better that his therapist was able to offer him support and a solid recovery plan. he left feeling a million times better, going so far as to clean up his fortress and take care of himself for the first time in ages.

he started going to weekly sessions, and was slowly finally able to work himself up to going out and stargazing! it was such a big milestone moment for him. the next time he met with his therapist he gave them the biggest hug and thanked them profusely for helping him.

to this day, he still feels a hitch in his chest whenever he sees or hears anything about the moon or mars out of the blue, but he’s able to meet it with much less stress than before. he’s even gone back to carrying out his villainous duties!

[angelofthepage]

Community Secret Hunting: 3 Unfound Secrets of BATDR

So today theMeatly put out a tweet that we have three easter eggs that haven't been found in BATDR. There are capitalized letters in the message that, when put together, spell out WRITER. I'm wracking my brain trying to figure out what this could be a hint for, so I'm going to give you a list of my thoughts. If anyone wants to try these out, please do! I'd love to hear your findings.

We get a small thing about the writing department during the Studio Tours. Could be tied to trying to interact with that.

Might have something to do with using one of our ink abilities on walls with writing on them. I would try this with the first wall message of Chapter 3 (the one from the original BATDR trailer, "The Machine Must Endure). There are other places that might be useful to try, like "She Was the Fourth".

We already have a secret that's unlocked by collecting every copy of The Illusion of Living, but what if there's another? Wouldn't be far fetched. A certain number or all of them being under our belt might be the key.

We have the library in Wilson's Retreat with three books to read, but what if there's more that we missed?

Rereading The Mug and the Maiden, the book on Audrey's bed in the retreat, might yield some new perspective. I will try to do this and analyze it later.

Some people on twitter are suggesting trying to interact with the typewriters?

It could be tied to golden ink messages. What happens if we try to use our powers on the Contraband window in Chapter 4?

The North Wing has potential, Betty's line about it being a mess and how all those beautiful books can't be read now has me suspicious. The North Wing is the first place I think is worth checking given it's difficult to get through and is full of books. Are any of them able to be interacted with?

This one is a bit of a stretch, but does anyone have a completed save file for Bendy and the Ink Machine or Boris and the Dark Survival on their computer to go with BATDR? I HIGHLY doubt there's any kind of secret that involves something like this, but if FNAF World can do it, why not Bendy? BATDS save data would be my guess, specifically save data that has involved an encounter with Borkis. (Since Buddy is a Boris, and Dot is his friend, Boris being a clue to figuring out something writing related might make sense).

Is this something we need to look to the novels to figure out? We do have Dot in the writing department as of Dreams Come to Life. I'm not sure this is tied to her though, the games have yet to acknowledge the books.

Have we found all the notes in BATDR? We have notes from characters with names in one font, and then notes in this other font from someone that seems to be exposed to ink corruption (I'm assuming Sammy since the last one says "Can I get an Amen?" and talks about "My Lord", but it may not be!). Have we gotten all of those, or are there notes/audiologs we haven't found yet? Data miners, this may be one you can confirm.

Has anyone tried whacking the sign that has all the train locations in Chapter 4? Or using flow on it? I don't think this will yield anything, but it's got words in it, so it goes on the brainstorming list.

Is there anything in the real world Prologue section that might help us? We did get some hints at Dudley's design there, who's to say there may not be more?

This is all I've got for now, but if you guys have any more thoughts, please, feel free to add on! Share your findings if you try anything! Part of why I'm sharing this is so that we can do this together, as a community. Maybe one of you with better skills than I have can crack it. Good luck secret hunters!

[intcritus]

SHIPPING INFO. answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

I don't really do OTPs, but Hua Cheng and Xie Lian is the only one to ever exist in my head. Other than that, I don't really have many if any at all because fandom tends to ruin any sort of OTP for me and I just don't even bother anymore.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Mmm, I'm pretty open to write anything but no non-con, I just don't see myself going that route after somene shoved it on me in Bleach fandom days, I'm still traumatized that shit happened. That and I find that it's a harstop for me to write stuff like that in general with the way I've mutred over the years and it's a trigger for me. Generally though, I'm happy to write pretty much anything else, but there has to be communication involved.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

I try to make my characters from 27 to damn near 50, and I have a lot of immortal muses. That being said, no one below like 27 because most of my muses are just old enough that they'd be bothered by certain age gaps. For my 27+ muses, no one below their age but upward ? Yes please. For my immortal muses, give them them 30 + always. They don't wanna feel like grave robbers. As for any muse I have below 27, i.e Edward, Shoto, Shinso, they're dating in their age bracket.

Are you selective when shipping?

Yes and no. As someone who needs active communication when it comes to shipping, I realize things don't really progress or develop if we aren't talking. And I don't mean everyday, because that's unrealistic. But if we're in the midst of shipping, I would like to hear your thoughts on the way they're developing together. I would love to share thoughts about the ins and outs of them just being in the same space. I love to ship, but empty ships with no substance fall flat and get dropped overtime because shipping is a two-way street and if one part is not putting in the work, the whole workload falls onto the other partner and that's a no go for me. In the same token, I'm happy to talk about dynamics, I'm all about what'll work and what won't work, especially in romantic ships, but familiar and friendships work out perfectly without much chatter.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

There's steamy, then there's suggestive. Steamy is them grinding against one another, dirty talk and the like. Suggestive is just them probably making eyes. Either way, I'm tagging it as is because I don't want the tumblr police in my ear.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

Honestly, couldn't tell you off rip. I have friends who I've been friends with for years that occupy most of my ships. It's such dynamic and rarepairs that it's hard to list them all. Its so much fun when I think about just how rarepairs, pairs I've hardly thought about can work once talked about. It's so good.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Absolutely. I feel like if there's some blooming chemistry for our muses, and you see it, feel free to tip yourself into my IMs or my inbox and shout in capital letters about them, I'm always happy to discuss it. Because I'm not an insta-shipper, but I love when muses develop crushes, or if there's potential for a certain dynamic and I'll never turn down anything, as long as there's adequate communication.

How often do you like to ship?

As someone who takes the time to develop ships, not as often as I used to. Mutual interest goes a long way into getting me to ship. Sometimes I'm there for shipping and I'm like hell yeah, other times I'm just eh. Depends on the why and if there's interest on both ends.

Are you multiship?

That, I am. But I don't do multiples of the same muse. I'm all for a friendships but I refuse to be ship with multiples because it's messy and my brain doesn't like to feel like someone's hoarding my muse or vice versa. Most people don't do exclusives but in my head, I do because it gives me peace of mind. That and my muses are very devoted to their person and the thought of trying with the same muse, different writer shrivels up their muse as a whole.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

The only thing I'm obssessed with when it comes to my ships is probably everything me, Sis and Aven come up with. Because those pairings come outta nowhere and are all the more dynamic for them. Shipping has become a rare thing for me these days because stuff tends to fall off, and I am okay with that. Developing ships is different because muses aren't one dimensional and it's fun to see them opposing one another, for them to be realistic and have conflicting feelings. Those are the things that make me want to ship rather than ' oh my god, they need to kiss', it's more ' could they agree on world destruction ? ' or ' is that thing a deal breaker ?'

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Don't really belong to a single fandom tbh. Like I said, most of my pairings are rare and odd, so....

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Like I've been saying, communicate with me ! I'm not gonna bite and the worst thing I can say is no. I'm big on communicating because it goes a long way in letting me determined if there's mutual interest there and if not, we can always come back to it another time. But if not, I'm not always in a rush to jump into ships, it takes time.

tagged by : @avaere ( thanks nerd <3 )

tagging: @venstm @strcngered @msftsn & anyone whose feeling froggy !

[gayskogul]

So I would like all your thoughts on Andrew's letter at the end of The Charioteer....

If this is your way of saying "I know you just stand on the sidelines and never join in our discussions bitch. pspspsps lets talk about andrew," know that it's gonna work. Let me preface this with 1) I'm illiterate hehe and 2) I didn't do the re-read this year, and the last (and first!) time I've read TC was aug 2022. So this is gonna be me noting stuff down as I re-read the passage now. There will inevitably be some context and earlier moments I'm forgetting, sorry bout that.

So the first thing I'm noticing is that when Laurie disguises his letter with his paper, Mary's been kind enough to tell us that it's right next to a list of downed planes and lost pilots. Thanks for setting the tone, Mary! Now I know how this is gonna sting lol. Next, I notice that by god does Andrew ramble! After his introductory bit where he's saying he's tried writing a couple of times and is moving to London, the words really tumble over each other. It feels very verbal to me; he really writes like he speaks, doesn't he? But I'm guessing that's because he's anxious to put such dangerous thoughts on paper. He's just decked a fella, become disillusioned in his beliefs abt pacifism etc., admitting he has romantic feelings for another man, and quite overtly at that. And then he's like "I thought you felt the same", and that it's all confusing to sift through that without Laurie there ("I found I couldn't see things so clearly when I was alone"). It's all so... raw and earnest, which is just so Andrew imo. That said, him only snapping after Bunny taunts him about Ralph and Laurie's relationship is low key very funny but yeah- he's probably had these home of sexual thoughts swimming around, then had them plucked out of his heat and then thrown back at him by (who he thinks is) his love interest's boyfriend. That must have been mortifying to hear aloud, and it must have sucked to realise that Bunny's taunt was true. These couple of lines, "But it taught me something. The thing you want to kill is really in yourself", is so heartbreaking idk.

Then he goes on to say "ok cool im gay. i guess. my pacifism is a lie. Maybe it always was? anyway im gonna go throw myself under the worst of the blitz, thanks for the kiss." To which I think... girl, same. (stream of consciousness tangent: laurie why do all your boyfriends keep trying to off themselves? Can someone go check up on charles????) And then he's ending his letter begging Laurie to deny his relationship with Ralph and my heart just fully breaks for him. I know I'm notoriously sympathetic to Andrew but imagine writing that kind of thing in a letter to somebody! Something I hadn't remembered is how assertive he is that there's nothing happening between Laurie and Ralph. "Will you please tell me yourself that there is nothing in what he said about you and him? Of course I know there isn't." Now that I read this back, I reckon it has the potential to come off as quite arrogant, depending on how one feels towards Andrew. But then he writes, "But somehow it has got a hold on me; I can't get it out of my mind", and I swing towards thinking that oh noooo, he's so not coping. The whole thing is just kinda painful to read through - but it's such a strong read!

Fig. 1. August 25, 2022. A second plane his hit the Quakenation towers.

I think why Andrew's ending sits with me like a sad, little icy splinter in my heart is because I just feel bad for the poor guy. He basically falls in love with a man, and then quite rapidly undergoes loads of realisations about that (and other beliefs about himself), and then has them violently blow up on him. Then he kinda... doesn't really get any closure? Not that we can see in the text, anyway. Like who knows if Laurie ever does write, even if it's just to follow Dave's (cold imo) advice of writing to him "when you feel he's needing it, not when you feel you must".

I'm not sure if this is just a madman's ravings at this point, clutching at straws for a reading but it boils down to me acknowledging how difficult it can be to come to terms with your queerness (and most of us have got it much easier, comparatively), and I know Laurie knows that, and could probably have helped Andrew out. Let him know he’s not alone, or whatever. I'm not saying he should have ended up with Andrew romantically—nor does he have any obligation to do anything, really—but he's been in that place mentally fairly recently and he's just seen that Dave's a bit weird about it. Considering that he'd felt so strongly about Andrew, it's a bit of a bummer that he just goes along with what Dave says and heads off. It's very sweet and poetic to leave him the copy of the Phaedrus, but girl... how well adjusted did that make the other two, lmao. Ultimately, that might keep Andrew out of trouble, but we know he can be quite stubborn and I reckon it'll probably not make it much easier for him in the long run. Dave and Laurie keep trying to be so protective of him that he doesn’t really get a chance to do anything!

[novel-sugar]

“I’M IN LOVE WITH AN ANIMATRONIC BALLERINA!?” Chapter. 3

An ongoing SFW Fluff story of a gender neutral reader taking the helm as the protagonist of SL and falling in love with Ballora! Thank you for being so patient!

You awoke several hours later on the couch, sometime past noon. "Guess I got some sleep after all" you thought. Your back against the arm of the couch, it had seemed the soap opera and the hopes of having a potential relationship with Ballora were all you needed for some rest. Exhaustion and anxiety still addled your poor brain from last night, with no better options you decided to use one of your very few sick days to process everything and (hopefully) come to terms with the truth about your workplace. So many questions were racing through your mind. How are they alive? Could other inanimate things be alive? And why did they want you dead so bad? That last question stuck with you the most. It all seemed so bizarre. You had never met any of them prior to this job, no insults or harsh words of any kind were uttered (and you doubt they'd even hear them in the control module), and you definitely didn't owe them any money (you think). If they were mindless killing machines that'd be an easy explanation, but with the way they were able to speak to you that clearly wasn't the case. These were sentient beings . . . that just so happened to be rented out for kids parties . . . and would spend their off time cooped up in an underground facility . . . and get zapped for something so small as being off their stage for even a moment. Suddenly it all started to make sense actually. It was almost like you were the ringmaster of an underground circus, complete with the mistreatment. With that realization, a crippling sense of guilt began to creep in. Your reassurance about Ballora just being an inanimate object days ago was shattered and it turns out you really did end up zapping such a graceful, gorgeous woman. It's only fair she would attack you given the chance. "Starting to think maybe writing that note wasn't such a bad- THE NOTE!" you shrieked as you realized. Your face went beet red as you took in the fact that the thing you heard crumple in Ballora's Gallery was the letter meant for her (but not really). You didn't know what could be worse: your fellow technicians finding it, thinking your crazy and belittling you or Ballora reading it herself.  Just the thought of what she'd do to you if she actually found it made your blood turn to ice. One of her captors having a thing for their prisoner, she'd probably feel disgusted if not absolutely livid. You had to take a deep breath as you sat yourself upright on the couch. "She didn't even know you were there." you reminded yourself. "Who knows, maybe one of the custodians will take care of it? They'll sweep that note away without a second thought." You didn't actually know if there was a janitorial team but given the size of your workplace and how tidy it seemed, there HAD to be someone to clean things up. Your brain at peace, you breathed a sigh of relief but you just couldn't shake the feeling of dread completely.

A few hours had passed, you decided to take it easy and put on the comfiest clothes in your admittedly small wardrobe. You had the day off, you might as well savor it. Could be your last. Sitting on the couch once more, now in pajama pants with a mug of hot tea in hand; your rest and relaxation started now. Until there was a knock at the door. The loud banging nearly made you scald yourself while taking a sip of your tea. After (irritably) setting your tea down on the coffee table, you went up to the door to check who your unwanted visitor could be. You hesitated for a moment as you reached for the knob as anxiety clouded your brain, could one of those cuddly wuddly death machines have found you? That morbid thought was brief but easily shrugged off as you opened the door to see it had just been your friend and their kid. "Did we catch you at a bad time?" was all your friend could say as they saw the bewildered look on your face. You apologized for the weird stare and told them it was simply a result of having a bad dream (which technically wasn't a lie) and welcomed them inside. You offered your friend whatever tea was left in your kettle as they made themselves comfortable on the couch and started flipping through channels, with their little one free to roam around the space in your small home. They were still quite young, but your friend felt like they could trust them not to injure themselves by this point. "So how's the new job been treating you so far?" your friend asked. "The wha- oh yeah I forgot I told you about that." The past two nights had felt like such a blur, you forgot that you had told your friend about the fancy new occupation as a Circus Baby technician. In fact, it was the first thing you did after getting the phone call saying you got the job. You really just wanted to tell somebody afterwards. "It's definitely not what I expected that's for sure." "How so?" your friend prodded. You weren't sure if your friend would believe a lick of what happened last night and didn't wanna risk looking like a lunatic in front of them. "The animatronics are waaaaay more advanced than I anticipated." "Wait, you seriously had no idea what you were signing up for?" your friend chastised you (and rightfully so). "Hey I still managed to get by! I had some kind of robot guide thing telling me what to do." "Ooooh fancy!" your friend playfully snarked. "I'm honestly surprised you've never even heard of Circus Baby's before. Especially with all those ads they've got everywhere. Newspapers, magazines, billboards and don't even get me STARTED on the commercials!" your friend prattled on. "I kinda envy you, my little gremlin's been talking about it non-stop. Really wanted to go a place they had set up in town last year, but the place got shutdown the day after the sneak peek." "I think I remember seeing that on the news, wasn't it gas leaks or something like that?" you asked. "Yeah or at least that's the reason they gave. If you ask me, I think they realized there was more coin to be made just charging for the bots at your place and cutting out the middleman." Truth be told, you hadn't realized that the building that shut down a year prior was the former establishment of the animatronics. But with that dot connected, your blood went cold just thinking about whatever incident could have possibly happened to get it shut down, especially after witnessing the danger they posed firsthand. I've actually been saving up all year to have one of them show up for my little angel's birthday. It's this weekend and I should have enough by then." Your heart skipped a beat. You really wanted to say something but you held your tongue once again, but given how this was just a simple birthday party you started calming down. It's a much different setting than a dark underground warehouse filled with electric shocks, the animatronics should feel way more comfortable and less likely to lash out. You overheard your friend talking with someone on the phone, they seemed angry. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE BOOKED!? How can an entire park be booked up for one whole day? Company picnic? Oh for fu- fine thank you." Your friend slammed the phone back on the wall barely containing their fury. "What was that about?" you asked while placing a hand on their shoulder. "That was the park we were supposed to have the party at. Just my luck, of all the days to be taken up." your friend said as they sat down on the couch and cupped their hands over their face. "There's no way I'd be able to have a party in my apartment, way too small and there'd be noise complaints for sure." Your friend looked hopeless, you always hated seeing them like this. They'd always been there for you and it didn't feel right to not try and do something about it, despite all better judgement and survival instincts you said: "We could just have the party here at my house." "Oh come on you don't have to do that." your friend assured, but you insisted. "I know my place isn't as large as a park, but it sure beats getting chewed out by the landlord doesn't it?" "That it does." your friend chuckled. "And besides who are we to deny your kid their happiest day? Where are they anyhow?" you had been so caught up in the conversation you hadn't been paying attention to where the little anklebiter had been snooping. As if on cue the little bugger came running into the living area from your bedroom. "Look what I found! Look what I found!" they exclaimed, looking ready to pass out from sheer excitement. They had something in their hands, it was the company catalogue and much to your horror they held it open specifically on Ballora's page. That could only mean one thing. "What's this sweetie?" Your friend asked. "It's a really cool magazine I found on the dresser. It has Circus Baby and all of her friends in it, even Ballora!" "Is Ballora your favorite?" your friend asked enthusiastically. Your heart sank as you could only watch the conversation play out, already seeing exactly where it was headed. "Yeah huh! I really, really wanna meet her and watch her dance!"

Another restless night plagued you. There was nothing but regret over your impulsive choices today. Having one of those killer machines in your house would've been bad enough already (except for Baby maybe) but of course, it just HAD to be Ballora of all people. Everything felt like it was all moving so fast, realizing you had a crush on an animatronic, nearly getting mauled by said animatronic and fantasizing about possibly getting the animatronic to like you. All within the span of a few days. It just felt surreal, like you were in some kind of bizarre horror story. After much difficulty you eventually managed to shut your eyes and drift off to sleep. The days at work that followed were surprisingly uneventful. You'd heard about what happened to the technicians who filled in for you during your day off, apparently they were put into the hospital just doing maintenance on Funtime Freddy. A major bullet dodged for sure. You hadn't seen Ballora the day you came back, apparently she was undergoing maintenance of her own. You couldn't tell whether to feel relieved or envious that you weren't the person working on her. On one hand that's another dangerous situation avoided, but it's also a missed opportunity of spending time with her (you were beginning to question your self preservation skills). The remaining two work days in the week flew by as your mind still fixated (and dreaded) the weekend to come that felt like it would more or less decide your fate.

The day of the party had finally arrived. Waking up at 6am on a Saturday wasn't your ideal way to kick off the weekend, but birthday decorations didn't set up themselves. You and your friend had already made arrangements with the rental service days prior (finally putting that employee discount to good use) and now it was only a matter of time, before she arrived. You had been praying all week that something would happen last minute to force them to cancel but truth be told, deep, deep down you were actually kind of excited. The next few hours were spent setting up the decor in your backyard. Your workplace was oh so generous to send you a "complementary" party supply kit (if you could call taking the expenses out of your paycheck that). From paper plates with the characters' faces, colored balloons, and party favors, it even included a large table cover adorned with the company logo in the dead center. Everything you'd need to dazzle a tyke and give them the ol' "Circus Baby's experience" as you've once heard from the company catalogue. It wasn't a major accomplishment by any means, but you were feeling pretty proud of yourself once everything was together. As if right on cue, you heard the doorbell ring from inside the house. It was your friend and the "guest of honor" who seemed more restless than usual. As you cordially invited them in, the little bugger immediately bolted towards the window of the backyard door, pressing their face against the glass and eagerly shaking their legs up and down. "Someone's excited" you chuckled. "You're telling me." your friend said in an exasperated sigh, "Long morning?" you asked, already knowing the answer to your question. "Hoo boy howdy. You better believe it. But it's my little angel's big day, so I can't complain too much. But I swear to God, if I have to hear the name Ballora again, I think I might have an aneurysm." "Can we go outside? Where's Ballora at?" the restless youth asked from across the room (you swore you could almost hear your friend's internal screaming). "I told you already sweetie, Ballora will be here a little bit later after your friends show up, we just have to wait a while longer." As soon as your friend said that there was another knock at the door, turns out the rest of the guests turned up much earlier than expected. One by one, children piled through the door. Some came with a parent, some had just been dropped off by themselves. Several even brought gifts, which you politely told to just leave on the table in the backyard where you escorted everyone (didn't wanna risk somebody breaking any of your few earthly possessions). "Your kid's got a LOT more friends than I thought." you said with the slightest hint of irritation. "Hey I didn't expect them to invite their whole entire class!" your friend retorted.

[seekingbridgerton]

I totally didn’t write this in like 10 min Haha 👀

Colin blinked at her a couple times as if trying to register the words that just came out of her mouth. “I’m sorry? Did you say no?”

Penelope gave him a polite smile. Trying her best to hide her obvious discomfort. “Yes. I just don’t believe it would be proper. It could cause a scandal.” She tried to explain.

Colin was still stunned. Why is she smiling at him like that? That was her fake smile. That was the face she gave the rest of the ton at balls when she was trying to be respectful. They always dance, at every ball. Always..what is she doing? He was so lost in thought that he didn’t respond.

“Well if you would excuse me Mr. Bridgeton.” Penelope gave him another forced smile before curtsying, fully ready to leave this awkward situation.

Colin’s head snapped at her with those words and instinctively grabbed her arm to stop her from walking away. “What did you just say? Mr. Bridgerton? Penelope.

Pen in earnest what is happening right now. Are you okay? Is something the matter?” He searched her face fully concerned.

Penelope did her best to subtly pull her arm away from him. “Forgive me my lord, but the only thing the matter here is the improperness of your actions. I am a lady and you a gentleman, and to put your hands on an unmarried women of the ton, especially in front of all of society, it is quite inappropriate.” She pauses glaring at him. “And it’s Miss Featherington.”

His jaw dropped momentarily before he shook his head. “Pen, please. You don’t answer my letters for months, you avoided seeing me since my return, and now this? I do not understand. I-“

“Col-my lord” she cuts him off, “while I appreciate your friendship. We are no longer children. Such improper actions would cause scandal before the ton and I do not want to be caught in such gossip when….” She hesitates before speaking continuing, “when I intend to marry by the end of this season.”

Colin scoffed, “when has any of that ever matter before, you’re my best friend Pen. We never cared about all of that before and-“ he pauses as the last sentence hit him. “You intend to marry this season?” Colin repeated, eyes wide.

Penelope keeps her eyes on the floor, “yes, it is time for me to get serious and find a compatible partner and to start a family.”

“Pen you can’t be serious.” Colin mutters, “I mean, I am happy for you as my friend and I wish you good fortune but I don’t see why we must have to ignore our years and years of friendship.. it’s not like we would….”

“Oh for the love…it’s Miss Featherington!” Penelope snaps at him, “and for the record I don’t think it be wise to be seen with a man who ‘would never dream’ to court me. I know I am not the first choice amongst the men of the ton. But I respect myself far too much to be seen with someone who could so openly humiliate me and still have the audacity to call himself my best friend of all things.. so no, I will not dance with you nor will I ever want to again.”

Colin’s whole face flushed pink, goose bumps covering his body. “Pen. I didn’t…you weren’t supposed to hear that. It’s not what it sounds like.” He was stuttering trying to find the words to explain.

“I don’t need your excuses my lord.” She hissed. “Now if you will excuse me I promised a dance to lord fife and later lord Anderson. Then hopefully other potential suitors.

I hope you enjoy the evening and find a dance with someone who would actually enjoy being in your company” she smiled harshly at him before swiftly but calmly walked away, leaving Colin stunned.

“That was painful to watch. I’ve never seen sweet little Pen so mad before. What did you do brother?” Benedict chuckled as he approached his brother.

“Colin?” He asked as he got a better look at his face.

Colin couldn’t move, he only felt a heavy ache in his chest. “I think I’m going to make my way home.” He mumbled quietly.

“Brother, Are you okay?”

Colin shook his head. “No I don’t think so.” Colin replied.

“Colin!? What happened” Benedict called out to his brother as he rushed out of the ballroom hand on his chest.

Colin rushed out into the street and didn’t look back as he walk the streets of London back to Number 5. The only on thing on his mind was the unspoken reply to his brother’s question:

I think my heart just broke.

Anyways I can’t wait until s3 when Colin asks Penelope to dance for the first time since THAT moment and she’s just like “mmmm no thanks, wouldn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea” and then simp Colin just comes roaring out because this is Penelope and she ALWAYS dances with him.

[ddarker-dreams]

Genshin Boys / Letters.

Warnings: None really, just that Reader is implied to be AFAB but no pronouns are used. 

Your parents have been corresponding with your partners through letters to get to know them better, but this latest one has a question neither of you were quite prepared for... 

“When can we expect grandchildren?” 

Childe

You’ve never seen this man grab an ink and quill so fast. He’s already drafting up a list of potential baby names (some of which are things like Ajax Jr, which you vehemently veto, one is more than enough), asking what color you want the nursery to be, stuff in that vein. You end up having to chaperone him while he writes his reply, because he genuinely thought including ‘I’ll get right on it’, was a good idea. This is a topic that Childe has never shied away from — he loves the idea of one day starting a family with you. His lifestyle might not be the most conducive for letting this happen, but he thinks he can balance it. Probably. 

“Awe, c’mon, we can’t disappoint them! Let’s give it a shot.”

Diluc

It’s a miracle he didn’t spontaneously combust after reading the question. On one hand, it comes as a major relief that your parents approve of him enough to consider this possibility. On the other hand... it raises a wide variety of concerns. Does this mean he formally has permission to wed you? He was intending on asking for permission some point down the line, so this is simply speeding up the process. He has the ring purchased and everything (it’s been sitting in his breast pocket for months — he gets nervous whenever you hug him in case you might notice it). All of this weighs down on his mind until you read over the letter yourself and laugh it off. 

“Diluc, they’re teasing. There’s no need to look so grave.” 

“Ah... so it was a mere jest. Of course. I was aware all along.” 

Kaeya

You’re going to be hearing about this for weeks. Good luck getting him to talk about anything else. It’ll be slipping into every conversation, for better or for worse. He won’t dig that deep into the subject, however; any serious attempt on your behalf to discuss the future are smoothly dodged. He does the same in his reply to their letter. It’s likely they’ll forget they ever asked with the new set of interesting topics he distracts them with. In truth, Kaeya has some deeply rooted fears after being abandoned by one father and left behind by another. He’s not confident that he’d be able to by the kind of father he knows his children deserve. That doesn’t stop him from teasing you though. 

“Ah ah ah, you’re speaking to the future father of your children. Let’s see some respect, shall we?” 

Zhongli

Mortification sets in before anything else. Zhongli doesn’t seem to mind, yet while you’re staring at the incriminating piece of paper, you recall that they just asked this of an archon. A literal god. You’re grateful he has a good sense of humor and tends to take things in stride. He would be slightly concerned if this was a point of contention — Zhongli does want your parent’s express approval, after all. He believes in the importance of respecting and honoring family. You thought he wouldn’t be interested in touching on the subject, but he’s interested on hearing your thoughts. This leads to some interesting conversations on what the children of a god would even be like. 

“So, does that mean they’d have wings? Or be little dragons if they take after you?” 

“Hm... I hadn’t considered the possibility. I suppose it is possible.” 

Albedo

“That’s an odd-looking crossword puzzle.” 

“Crossword puzzle...? Ah. you must mean this punnett square.” 

Albedo kinda forgets about responding to their letter in favor of doing some research of his own. You’ll walk into his office and find him laser-focused on predicting what your children might look like. His blunt explanation upon your prompting to learn what he was doing almost put you into shock. Shouldn’t he be like... embarrassed...? Okay, now he’s muttering under his breath about fixing Exhibit D’s eyes to reflect your appearance more. You have to stop him from sending these “samples for their consideration” to your parents. The two of you come to an agreement that Klee can count as their grandchild for the time being. 

Xiao 

Children... tiny humans... a bunch of little [First]-looking creatures... huh. He’d never considered the possibility before. The poor guy already has a difficult time enough as is when it comes to your parent’s other questions. He can’t very well answer the inquiry of what occupation he’s in with, “Slaying the demonic spirits of Liyue,” now can he? So this is a whole new problem to wrestle with. Xiao’s convinced these mortal ponderings will be the death of him. Some seeds of inadequacy might be planted to later blossom if you’re interested in having children; he really doesn’t think he’d be the best avenue to go about that. Having a yaksha as a partner wouldn’t guarantee a future like the one most mortals chase after. In another life, perhaps. 

“... Irksome questions like these are the reasons why I avoid interacting with mortals.” 

Scaramouche

Your concern about Scaramouche winning your parents over was for naught. You thought his prickly personality would be off-putting for sure, but apparently, the man has a built-in on and off switch, because he became an almost different person entirely in their presence. He’s even calling them mom and dad now. How does he do it? No one knows for certain (you called him creepy and he waved you off with a scoff). He finds the question bemusing, more so for its potential to fluster you. May or may not have planted the idea in their head months prior just to gauge how you would react to it. If you seem vehemently opposed to the idea, he gets a little sulky.  

“What, am I so awful that you couldn’t stand the thought of bearing my offspring?” 

“... Do you want me to be honest or do you want me to be nice?” 

Kazuha

Kazuha exchanges correspondence with your parents regularly, they’re absolutely endeared by him. This is the first time he’s sheepishly approached you to get your opinion on how to reply. Kazuha is content with his lot in life, though this does dredge up some old wounds. If the Kaedehara Clan was not a husk of its former opulence, then he’d feel more confident in asking you to one day consider having children. He wants his children to be able and take pride in their family name like he was never could. When moods such as this as this arise, he tends to lose himself to his thoughts. You’ll need to offer some reassurance before he gets back to normal.

“As I am now... can I truly say I am worthy of being your lifelong partner? Ah, forget I said anything. Please don’t mind my ramblings.” 

[1101001]

THE GIRL WHO FLEW DOWN THE STAIRS _

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‘ the story of akashi meeting you and all the events after that made him realize he was falling for you ’

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character .. akashi seijuurou

word count .. 1.3k

tags .. fem!reader who is energetic but also thoughtful and likes to learn (as requested) , lowkey pining? , s h o g i , written from akashi pov , requested by the lovely bean anon <3 

Akashi’s first impression of you wasn’t anything bad. It wasn’t exactly good either. It was certainly memorable though. ‘The girl who flew down the stairs, knocking him onto the ground, and landing on top of him with a thump’ is how he remembers you. 

The moment was almost cliche. If your eyes had met and lingered on each other, both aware of the position you were in but not moving away, then it possibly would’ve been a scene straight out of some cheesy romance novel. 

Instead, you seemingly bounced straight up upon impact, not even bothering to spare Akashi a second glance. You proceeded to give him a quick apology, running down the next flight of stairs immediately after.

It was definitely one of the odder interactions Akashi had with his fellow students at Rakuzan High, but it amused him nonetheless and made him notice you much more often around campus. Even though you weren’t in any apparent rush anymore, you still radiated this energy that was all bubbly and seemingly ready to burst. 

It brought a small smile on his face every time he saw you, bouncing along hallways without a care in the world, chattering away with your friends. Sure you seemed like the typical happy-go-lucky person, but Akashi couldn’t help but see you as a bit more unique.

Your second interaction with Akashi was an interesting one too, in Akashi’s opinion at least. 

The basketball team had just won a tournament the other day, so Akashi was free this afternoon. He had decided to go challenge some shogi club members to a few games. 

In the middle of one of those games, you walked into the club room.

Akashi didn’t think you were part of the club, and his suspicions were confirmed when another member of the club went to ask if you needed anything. Akashi was definitely not eavesdropping, no he was paying attention to his game (the one he knew he would easily win anyway) when you pulled out an envelope and he happened to overhear you telling the club member that someone asked to meet you. 

Nobody in the room came forward to claim they were the one who sent the letter though. 

After a few awkward, silent moments, you moved to take a seat with some of the other club members. It was an action that surprised Akashi. He figured you would’ve just left because the whole did seem like a waste of time. However, you just sat there asking some club members to teach you how to play. 

Akashi could sense genuine curiosity in you and, needless to say, it intrigued him. It seems like there’s more to the “girl made of energy” than he originally thought.

The clock ticked, and a few rounds later, Akashi decided it was time to head home. Saying his formal goodbyes, he walked out of the clubroom. 

He didn’t expect you to come running after him, almost slamming into him again in the process. 

“You shouldn’t run around school so much, you know. You could end up bumping into people and maybe even hurting them.” The words left Akashi’s lips sounding a lot more teasing and flirtatious than he intended.

You blushed and started rambling out apologies. ‘Cute’ Akashi thought. 

His brain froze. 

Wait. Cute? How-

“Anyway um.. you left your notebook back there…” you said, holding out what was indeed his notebook out towards him.

“Oh…” was all he could say. He rarely forgot his things, especially things as important as his notebook. It seems his mind must’ve been too distracted by... other things. “Thank you L/n-san.”

He saw a slight shock on your face. “You know my name?” 

His brain froze yet again. How was he supposed to answer this question without seeming like a stalker?

“Well yes…” he started before you cut him.

“Didn’t expect the Akashi Seijuurou to know my name.”

He scoffed at that. “I think I’d know the name of the girl who jumped down the stairs and knocked me to the ground.”

“Again, I’m really sorry about that…” you said with a smile, although Akashi could see the guilt that lingered behind your eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” he quickly said. “I was just…”

He was just what? Flirting? Was he actually flirting? Him. Akashi Seijuurou. Flirting??

“…you know,” he finished quietly.

You didn’t say anything in response but instead looked at him with a peculiar sort of gaze. 

“Um.. hate to make things awkward by asking this but… were you the one who sent me this?” You held up the envelope Akashi saw earlier.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Oh… okay then.” Was it just Akashi’s imagination or did he hear a sliver of disappointment in your tone? “I suppose you don’t know who it is either right?”

He shook his head.

A lot of thoughts rushed through his mind. Did you actually expect him to send you a love letter? Did you hope it was him? 

He sensed you were about to leave though, so before he could regret it, he asked you, “Why do you want to know who sent it anyway?”

Your eyes widened slightly at the question.

“I understand the curiosity and wanting to know who it is but… if they didn’t show up, why are you still waiting?” He clarified.

“Akashi-san, you’ve never confessed to someone have you?”

He gave a slight nod.

“Well, I don’t see why you’d need to,” you mumbled more to yourself than him. Clearing your throat, you continued, “The thing is, confessing takes a lot of courage. And writing this letter asking me to meet them here would’ve taken a whole lot of that courage already. I think that, if they were able to go that far, then I should at least hear them out right?”

That… surprised Akashi. 

“But then again, there’s always a possibility this is just a prank,” you added as an afterthought. 

Unsure of what to say, he just nodded. “It is possible, considering how long you had to wait.”

You smiled, “The wait was fine though. I had fun learning shogi.” 

You actually had fun learning how to play? Looking back, it did seem like you were enjoying yourself… 

It’s strange. Akashi realized just how much his view of you changed in one afternoon. Earlier, you were that bubbly, energetic girl bouncing through the halls. Now, you were this thoughtful and kind person who liked to learn. You also said you had fun playing shogi, which nearly made Akashi’s heart skip a beat.

Oh. 

Oh.

He gets it now. The reason his brain was acting all slow was you. With that thought, everything became clearer. 

Now he wishes that love letter really was a prank.

“Ah Akashi-san, I think I have to go home soon,” you said, holding up your phone. “You’re heading out too right? Wanna walk with me?”

He blinked in surprise but quickly agreed.

“Great, just let me get my things first-” And with that you rushed back into the club room.

Akashi stood staring at the empty hallway, still caught up in his thoughts and trying to process what just happened between you two just a few seconds ago.

When you came back out with your things, he couldn’t help but smile softly. The two of you fell into conversation easily, and by the time you walked out of the school gates, you were still in a talk that showed no signs of nearing an end.

He wanted to continue walking and talking like this, but there was a car and a driver waiting for him in the exact opposite direction of where you were headed.

“Well, goodbye then L/n-san,” he said, hoping the reluctance wasn’t obvious.

You smiled in response. “Goodbye Akashi-san. It was nice talking to you.”

With that the two of you went your separate ways. Throughout the car ride home, Akashi could think of nothing but you. It would seem… he has taken quite the liking to you.

He isn’t sure what’ll happen next, but he’s looking forward to seeing you again and hopefully, talking more with you too.

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note .. THIS CAME OUT LONGER THAN ORIGINALLY INTENDED but anyway i actually enjoyed writing this,,, yk all the stuff potentially going thru akashi’s mind when he has a crush intrigues me and uhh i hope u guys liked this and if u do PLS LMK WHAT U THINK !! it would legit mean the world if u guys did <3

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MOTHER OF GWAYNISM IS CRAZYYY HAHHAHAH but i mean ig ur right so thank you HAHAHHAHAHAHAH

[...] he had never solicited physical contact with her, other than to subtly tilt his elbow in her direction [...]

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 MY OWN GWAYNE WHEN

From that day on, she had continued to take Gwayne's arm and his hand when he offered it to her, surprising herself, even, at how natural it felt to do so.

WHAT IF I EXPLODE WHAT THEN

“Is that so? I am most glad to hear it. We shall be quite the dashing trio then, at the opening banquet, all dressed in green.”

CHEEKY BUT SWEET LASFLKBA;LFBVJSABDF;LJBSADF;BSAFD; YOUR HONOR I WANT HIM I NEED HIM OH BABY OH BABY

Not accounting for the weight of it, she immediately dropped it, only just missing her own foot in the process.

🧍‍♀️😀 girl what the fuck. LARYS 2.0???? HELLO WHAT THE FUCK

[...] leading him to quickly grasp her elbows gently in his hands, lowering his head to examine her face for any signs of distress or injury.

GIRL DAFAQ WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT HER FACE WHEN THAT WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN WHAT WAS INJURED ok no typing this out i realize i would probably do the same thing your honor im a hater im sorry ok! its just that im so jealous THATS NOT ME 🙄🙄🙄✋✋✋

He quickly sought to make a joke of the incident which would make Y/N laugh at him, instead of berating herself. “If Lady Y/N’s quick reflexes are any indication of her skill in combat I will have to watch myself, I fear, lest she ambush me when I am unaware.”

GWAYNE COME HOME TO ME PLS PSPSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSP

[...] she was unable to suppress the feeling of embarrassment at the potential of Gwayne knowing of it and thinking her weak.

i assure you gwayne wouldnt last a day in the asylum you were raised

“Is the lady very unwell? Is there anything we could get her that might be of any help?”

SCREAMING CRYING THROWIG UP YOUR HONOR I NEEDD HIMMMM PLEASEEE I BEGGGGGGGG

[...] and would often read to her, her head on his lap, [...]

not the be an absolute hater but i HIGHHHHLY doubt that gwayne would know of even care about his sister's period. it would be severely 'sinful' and inappropriate if not taboo. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT ILL TAKE IT.

Gwayne disliked seeing either his mother or his sister in pain and sought to alleviate their suffering in any way he could [...]

see ok ok if he was a mama's boy yeah ill take it

Please accept these humble offerings of our concern for your welfare and swift recovery, in the hopes that they will be of interest or comfort to you. I happened across a bushel of these lovely flowers and thought of you, knowing them to be your favourite, and I thought that this volume might be what you were looking for in the library.

wHAT IF THIS WAS MY LAST STRAW HES SO LASGFLKJGASFS;JFG;AKSJGAKASF;KLJASF ASFKLGASJKF; DARLING AND DEAR AND FUCK OFF I WANT HIM

I shall leave you with the image of your knight being felled by a saucepan, as I know only too well how much that would amuse you.

or else I am sure to wither away in sorrow from your absence, [...] I will only have you to blame if such is the case. With the fate of your knight at stake, please do take care.

Y/N found her heart swelling and her eyes watering the more she read of Gwayne’s letter [...]

GIRL SAME IM SO SORRY I HAVE TO MURDER YOU NOW AND TAKE YOUR PLACE THOUGH. NOTHING PERSONAL! ITS JUST THAT THIS WAS MEANT TO BE MY LIFE ANYWAY! 😀!

Delicate part.3

Gwayne Hightower x reader

Description: Gwayne chips away at Y/N's wariness towards him through his gentlessness and considerate actions. They grow closer in friendship until she falls ill, prompting Gwayne to realise Y/N's company has become essential to him.

Writer's note: dedicating this to the mother of Gwaynism and an actual icon @just-some-random-blogger and the lovely @liafiction, you gave me so many ideas with your shopping list of Gwayne traits and I have to credit you 💚. Also crediting Victoria for writing the descriptions for this fic, as she's much better at it than I am.

Gwayne is the sweetest boy in this and would definitely make a great girl dad.

Warnings: female reader, asexual reader, touch averse reader, very fluffy, mention of periods.

Having passed a week in the company of her dear friend, Alicent's brother Gwayne, Y/N was surprised at how quickly they had formed a friendship. Her first interaction with him, when he had frightened her, had made her wary of him, assuming that he would be just as coarse and forward as other knights she had been forced to interact with at Court. When he had caught her in his arms and kissed her hand, she had unceremoniously pushed him away from her, finding such physical contact to be discomfiting. She had never been able to fully explain her aversion, even to herself. She knew only that such physical displays of gallantry from other knights made her uncomfortable, knowing as she did that they were usually considered to be a prelude to courtship and marriage, something she knew she did not want. Her anxiety on this front had only increased at her father’s frequent reminders that her sole purpose as a Lady of the Court was to bind their House in marriage to another powerful House. The thought of marriage and rearing children with any of the obnoxious lords she had encountered at Court left her feeling nauseated and panicked, a feeling she knew Alicent shared with her. Before Gwayne Hightower’s arrival at King’s Landing, she and Alicent had wiled away many an hour fantasising about living in Oldtown together, far from the suffocating expectations of their fathers and the Court.

She was more than a little surprised when she quickly found herself becoming nearly as comfortable in Gwayne's presence as in Alicent's, since he had proven himself to be a true gentleman and friend. Since the day of their meeting, he had never solicited physical contact with her, other than to subtly tilt his elbow in her direction or position his palm slightly towards her after first assisting his sister from a seated position. Whilst these gestures were so subtle as to be missed by others, Y/N's heart was warmed by these chivalrous attempts to offer her his assistance without embarrassing her by forcing her to verbally refuse them. She was, additionally, pleasantly surprised at his own silence on the matter, never appearing to take offence at her quiet rejections of his assistance, only continuing to smile at her and laugh with her with a gentleness and kindness that stirred a warm feeling in her heart towards him.

It was this consistent gentleness in his manner towards both his sister and herself that led her to take his free arm on the seventh day of their acquaintance, when he came to collect her with his sister holding his other arm. It was worth pushing herself out of her comfort zone just to see the pleasantly surprised faces of both of her friends. The soft expression Gwayne directed towards her, in particular, had her feeling simultaneously elated and nervous, in a way she hadn't felt before. As the three walked happily, side-by-side, through the grounds, Y/N felt a degree of contentment she had never felt in the presence of two people.

From that day on, she had continued to take Gwayne's arm and his hand when he offered it to her, surprising herself, even, at how natural it felt to do so. She had begun to really look forward to the routine the three had established. They would walk and read together, talking of their childhoods, their hopes and dreams, creating their own world away from that of the Court. Gwayne took an interest in every mundane detail of her life, personality and hopes for the future, gazing at her with the same degree of attentiveness, no matter the topic of their conversation. He wanted to know about all of her memories from her childhood, her favourite flower, sweet, and even colour. The way his eyes shone and his mouth upturned in a self-complacent smile when she answered him that her favourite colour was green had her feeling momentarily embarrassed when she realised that he may have thought her answer calculated, given that green was the colour of his House. He quickly allayed this fear, seeming to sense from her biting her lip and looking away from him that this might be the case, as he touched her hand comfortingly, drawing her gaze back to his.

“Is that so? I am most glad to hear it. We shall be quite the dashing trio then, at the opening banquet, all dressed in green.”

As he retracted his hand from hers, Y/N realised that she missed the comfort that she derived from the feel of his hand placed lightly on hers, a feeling she had only ever experienced with her late mother and with Alicent before. She tentatively began to envision a future which included her new friend, where the three could live in the comfort of one another’s company, without the imposition of Court life.

In the afternoon, the ladies would come to show their support for Gwayne at the training yard and Y/N could not deny that she was impressed by his prowess with the sword. More than that, she was struck by his willingness to embarrass himself just to amuse his sister and herself. This, combined with his enduring politeness towards the other knights’ condescension at his youth and inexperience as a knight, displayed a strength of character she had yet to encounter in the other knights of her acquaintance. His confident manner and quick retorts to their insults frequently had both ladies struggling to repress their laughter at the confusion of the knights on the receiving end of his quips. Despite his jesting nature, he was quick to sense if Y/N herself was embarrassed and to either turn the conversation to a different end or redirect Alicent and her jests towards himself.

On one such occasion, Y/N and Alicent were standing with Gwayne in the training yard, after he had finished his training for that day, laughing at the shock of the other knights at his defeats of them that day. Continuing their jest that the ladies would have to carry Gwayne’s sword for him, Y/N playfully attempted to take his sword from his grasp. Not accounting for the weight of it, she immediately dropped it, only just missing her own foot in the process.

Gwayne’s eyes had widened in alarm when Y/N snatched his sword from him and nearly hurt herself in the process, leading him to quickly grasp her elbows gently in his hands, lowering his head to examine her face for any signs of distress or injury.

His voice coming out panicked, he frantically asked, “are you harmed, my Lady?”

Y/N felt her face begin to burn furiously with embarrassment at her behaviour, as she stepped back from Gwayne.

“I am well, I apologise.”

Hearing her stutter an apology in response to his urgent enquiry into her welfare, Gwayne was relieved that she was unharmed. However, seeing the blush blooming on her cheeks, as she directed her gaze anywhere but on him, Gwayne sought to reduce her embarrassment.

He chased her eyes with his, offering her what he hoped was a comforting smile. He wanted her to always feel comfortable around him and, whilst her jest had left him fearing for her safety, he appreciated that she had become so comfortable in his presence to attempt it.

He quickly sought to make a joke of the incident which would make Y/N laugh at him, instead of berating herself.

“If Lady Y/N’s quick reflexes are any indication of her skill in combat I will have to watch myself, I fear, lest she ambush me when I am unaware.”

He rejoiced to hear her and Alicent laugh at this, as she turned to meet his gaze. Encouraged by her response, he continued.

“I do not know how I shall manage if both of you lovely ladies determine to strike me down together, I shall be thoroughly overcome.”

As his two favourite ladies broke out into laughter, and Y/N’s eyes glittered as she looked affectionately up at him, he found himself hoping, not for the first time, that a time would come when they could always be together like this.

Y/N woke up to the familiar pain of her monthly cycle, clutching her stomach as she turned over in bed. Every month she struggled to manage the pain and nausea she experienced during her cycle, and was left with no choice but to remain in her room whilst she waited for both to pass. On such occasions she even absconded from Alicent’s company. Alicent was accustomed to these period of absence, and would allow Y/N her space whilst she recovered, sometimes sending her treats or books which she thought might please or interest her.

Y/N remained in bed well past her usual time for rising and had missed breakfast with her father, something she was not sorry for, given that they usually passed their meal in strained silence. Holding her bedsheet over her head, she did not initially hear her maid enter the room until a gentle hand pulled the sheet down.

“My Lady, I am sorry to disturb your rest but Ser Gwayne Hightower and the Lady Alicent Hightower have enquired if you will be joining them on their walk today. Would you like me to help you dress?”

A feeling of embarrassment rose in Y/N as she imagined her two friends waiting for her at the door of her apartments and she frantically rose to begin dressing, before a sharp pain in her abdomen had her falling back onto the bed. A moment passed before she was able to address her maid.

“Thank you, Lilah. Please could you inform Ser Gwayne and Lady Alicent that I am indisposed and will not be able to join them today. Please offer them my sincerest apologies and wish them a pleasant day. That will be all.”

Regretting that she would be unable to rejoin her friends, and wishing that she did not have to make such a feeble excuse, Y/N quickly sought the comfort of the covers, once again, as her maid left the room. Whilst she knew that Alicent would be aware of her condition from her excuse, she was unable to suppress the feeling of embarrassment at the potential of Gwayne knowing of it and thinking her weak. With this unpleasant thought turning in her mind, she struggled to find the repose which she so sorely needed.

Gwayne was unable to conceal the eagerness with which he looked up as a door within Lady Y/N’s apartment’s closed and he heard the tread of footsteps, looking up in anticipation of the lovely lady whose company had grown to be so essential to him so quickly over the course of the last two weeks. He was disappointed and concerned, however, when, instead of his lady, her maid reappeared to inform them that the lady in question was indisposed and would not be joining them.

Gwayne’s expression fell immediately, stricken with concern.

“Is the lady very unwell? Is there anything we could get her that might be of any help?”

Looking uneasily between Gwayne and Alicent, the maid seemed to struggle to give him an adequate response.

Seeing her flounder, and realising that she was probably trying to conceal the real reason for Y/N’s indisposition, Alicent thanked the maid, before pulling on Gwayne’s arm to lead him from Y/N’s apartments.

Turning to his sister in confusion, he was met with Alicent’s stern gaze.

“Don’t make a nuisance of yourself Gwayne, can’t you see that the poor maid was struggling to provide you with an answer.”

Reproaching himself with having made the maid uncomfortable in his concern for Y/N, he slightly lowered his head.

“I am sorry for it, but does it not concern you that Lady Y/N should be unwell. I only wondered if I might be able to procure something that might alleviate her symptoms.”

Patting her brother’s shoulder affectionately at his chivalrous nature, Alicent met his gaze.

“She will be quite well in a few days, you know that mother and I have often found ourselves similarly indisposed at certain times throughout the month.”

A look of realisation and concern passed over Gwayne’s face at this. Growing up in the company of his sister, Gwayne was no stranger to the symptoms she experienced during her monthly cycles, and would often read to her, her head on his lap, to help take her mind off them. He would bring her and their mother, when she still lived, their favourite sweets, almond cakes, and make up poultices of heated stones to ease their pain for them, after first checking that the stones were not too hot. Gwayne disliked seeing either his mother or his sister in pain and sought to alleviate their suffering in any way he could, or to at least provide a comforting shoulder to lean upon. He found his own father’s apathy towards the suffering of his wife and daughter to be a source of disgust and disbelief, and could not have anticipated Y/N being embarrassed at the thought of him being aware of the reason for her condition. His mind turned quickly now to whether he could send Y/N anything to ease her symptoms, finding that the thought of her experiencing any pain caused a pain of his own to tighten within his chest.

Turning to gaze down at his sister, Gwayne’s mouth upturned in a conspiratorial smile.

“I think that we should direct our walk towards the kitchens today, Sister. I wonder if they have any of those almond cakes you adore so much.”

Realising what he was planning, their thoughts always so in-tune with each other, Alicent tapped his cheek affectionately before entangling her arm with his, as they made their way through the lower levels of the Keep, towards the kitchens.

A knock at her chamber door at around noon, had Y/N raising her head slightly to call for the person on the other side to enter. Seeing her maid enter the room with a tray, a puzzled expression made its way onto Y/N’s face, given that her father would never normally send anything up to her on such occasions. As her maid brought the tray further towards her bed, she spotted a small bouquet of her favourite flowers, gardenias, tied together with a green ribbon, as well as a hot poultice, wrapped in a cloth, and a plate of almond cakes.

Y/N instantly recognised the ribbon to be Alicent’s, and realised that the tray must have been sent by her, especially since almond cakes happened to be both of their favourite desserts. A small, leatherbound volume on a period of history she had expressed an interest in learning more about to Gwayne, was also carefully placed underneath the bouquet on the tray, beside a note.

Thanking her maid for the tray, as she left the room, Y/N reached for the parchment first.

My Dear Lady,

Please accept these humble offerings of our concern for your welfare and swift recovery, in the hopes that they will be of interest or comfort to you. I happened across a bushel of these lovely flowers and thought of you, knowing them to be your favourite, and I thought that this volume might be what you were looking for in the library.

I do hope you enjoy the cakes. I have it on good authority, that authority being my dear sister’s, that they are a remedy to solve all ills. So insistent was she upon their effectiveness, that I am afraid I have made a poor impression of myself upon the cook, as she half chased me from her kitchens after she found me scavenging for them. I shall leave you with the image of your knight being felled by a saucepan, as I know only too well how much that would amuse you.

Please do rest well and let us know when you are better, or else I am sure to wither away in sorrow from your absence, and then I really shall not be able to lift my sword at the coming tourney. I will only have you to blame if such is the case.

With the fate of your knight at stake, please do take care.

Yours most faithfully,

Gwayne

Y/N found her heart swelling and her eyes watering the more she read of Gwayne’s letter, so grateful was she for the concern that both of her friends had for her, when she was so unaccustomed to receiving it in her own home. She could not supress a laugh at the thought of Gwayne, who was really very skilled with a sword, being felled by a saucepan, wielded by a belligerent cook.

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𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼.

𝔹 𝕒 𝕜 𝕦 𝕘 𝕠 𝕦  𝕂 𝕒 𝕥 𝕤 𝕦 𝕜 𝕚

     ⇴ male reader [24, pro-hero, alpha, quirk: ice-phoenix]      ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ summary: Bakugou and [Your.name] were dating, about to get married. Though one morning, everything that was dear to [Your.name] was brutally ripped away when he found a letter from his fiancé. Katsuki was gone, no traces left behind. And now, after three years [Your.name] was suddenly confronted with the reason when he meets his ex-fiancé again in a small town in Hokkaido.

↣ rating: mature ↣ warnings: abo universe, male pregnancy, bonding (biting for the bond mark to appear), drama / angst that turns into a happy end though; angst ending version read here.

AN: This was inspired by @amgjiks ’ request they sent in a few months ago! posting this story under your original request feels kinda “wrong” since I’d be ignoring half of what you requested basically so imma keep the original for when inspiration kicks in, in the future :)

part 2.

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Walking along the streets, you didn’t have a destination in mind. Just walking around and letting fresh air clear your fogged up brain. You had been overthinking – again. It was one of those days were you couldn’t help but think back to three years ago. Tomorrow three years ago would have been the date were you and Katsuki would have said “Yes”, but alas… it all came differently.

Running your hand through your hair, you sighed deeply.

“I need to stop thinking about this. It’s been so long! Like this, I will never be able to forget him.”

But how were you supposed to forget the love of your life? Especially when it all came so quickly and out of nowhere? One day everything was fine, the next, he was gone. And as much as you tried to find him, despite him stating in the letter you shouldn’t try, it was all in vain anyways. It’s as if Bakugou Katsuki had never existed. Even his parents, that were always very much in love with you as their son-in-law, completely ignored you and cut you off.

It was such a deep cut, even time wasn’t able to heal anything. The last three years were rough. Sleepless nights were a normal thing by now. And while media praised you for working so hard on your hero career, you just pushed yourself like that so you wouldn’t need to think about the past. Because when you were working, it all just faded away.

However, after collapsing one day, the agency forced you to take time off and so you landed in Hokkaido. Far away from the bustling streets of Tokyo, your gloomy small apartment and your work place. With nothing to do, you found yourself overthinking day and night. If you just could ask him one question.

Why?

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Putting on his scent-blocking collar, Bakugou suddenly felt a little tugging on his t-shirt, hence he looked down. [Eye.color], big eyes stared at him and the toothy smile immediately had him smiling as well.

“Are you ready to go outside, Hiroto?”, he asked his son who looked so much like you, reminding him every day what he had done.

“MH! Can I bring Popo?”, Hiroto’s big eyes sparkled a little, making it very difficult for Katsuki to say no, hence he nodded a little.

Watching his son, it only took a few moments before he came back with his stuffed animal, it was a phoenix. Rather, it was your merchandise. It… was complicated.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeess!”

And so, Katsuki locked the door behind him, leaving to go for a walk around the block and a quick park visit.

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Leaning against a bridge, you stared down, still pondering. If you had just acted differently, maybe you could have saved your relationship. Whatever it was you had done, it pushed him away from you and it was eating you inside to not know what the reason was.

You didn’t know how many hours you had been wandering around town, trying to stop thinking, but as always, you only thought harder the less you had to do. Hence why you decided to go back to the inn you were staying at.

After hours outside, Hiroto was tired, his plushy Popo hugged tightly against his chest as he silently walked besides Bakugou along the streets. One more time, Katsuki tried to pick his son up, “Hiro? Want me to carry you home? Aren’t you tired?”

“NHN!”, he shook his head, “Daddy is never tired when he fights the bad guys! So I am also not tired.”

Hiroto was stubborn as he kept walking besides Bakugou who was just sighing a little. It was his own fault, but he couldn’t lie to his son. Without even thinking about it, Katsuki talked about you whenever you were on TV. He didn’t know why he just couldn’t keep quiet about you being Hiroto’s father. So now, whenever you were on TV, Bakugou had to lie and say you were in another country fighting the bad guys, even though you were still in Tokyo, mere 4 hours away with the train. But Katsuki couldn’t come back. Not after he had hurt you so much. It was his decision to raise Hiroto alone. You deserved to be successful, it had been your dream. Kids just weren’t a thing you had planned for, at least not with 21.

Being caught up in his own thoughts, Bakugou didn’t see you on the other side of the street. Neither did you see him. Both of you staring ahead, thinking back to three years ago, what had been and what it could have become. However, something connected you both. You never had a chance to bond with him, was it a tradition in your alpha family to bond during the wedding night, but your connection was different. Said connection was looking up and across the street.

Hiroto just looked around tiredly when he saw someone. Someone he had seen on TV multiple times. The little boy didn’t know how many times he had wanted Katsuki to show him YouTube videos of you fighting.

“HAAAHHH!? DADDY!?”, a piercing cry came from the little one, shaking you and Katsuki awake. The latter immediately grabbing Hiroto, but.. it was too late.

“HIRO?!”, he yelled, though his son ran across the streets.

You, on the other hand, were so incredibly confused. There he was, standing literally on the other side and then there was a little child, running towards you and calling for you. Was this the “Why?” you had searched for, for so long? You couldn’t think about it when your legs moved on their own to get the kid out of a potential dangerous situation.

It was a blessing that the small town didn’t have much traffic, hence why you could easily run towards him, scoop him up and get back to the safe sidewalks in mere seconds. You didn’t want to imagine what could have happened in a busy city like Tokyo.

Then you stood there, awkwardly holding Hiroto who was crying and sobbing into your t-shirt while Katsuki’s own emotions were all over the place. The Omega had never imagined the possible chance of meeting you again. After three years, all he had built up from scratch to have a comfortable life far, far away from you, as to not disturb your career, it all broke apart.

However, Bakugou wasn’t the only one hearing something shattering, your own heart dropped into your stomach. The already broken pieces shattering more when you saw the pure horror displayed on his face. This was not how you imagined meeting him again. He hated you. You were certain of that. Whatever you had done to him, he never wanted to see you again. It all was so clear to you now it almost brought you to tears then and there.

Your inner Alpha was strongly urging you to just grab him, Katsuki was your Omega, even if you never had a chance to mark him, that’s just how it was. He was yours. But…

Slowly pushing your son away you put him into Bakugou’s arms. There were no words said, the only thing disturbing the silence was Hiroto’s sobbing. Especially when you loosened his tight grip on your t-shirt, he started squirming and screaming, trying to grab onto you more. He had seen you on TV so many times and now you were right in front of him. Yet, Hiroto had to watch when you turned around and left him behind.

You had so many questions rushing through your head, but at the same time, you couldn’t bring yourself to utter them out loud. Not after seeing Bakugou’s expression. This was never supposed to happen. Even if your heart yearned for answers, especially regarding his son… your son?

Without thinking about it, Katsuki put Hiroto down to let him run after you once again. It was such an impulse thing to do, he truly didn’t know why he had done it. Though after three years, why should he hide anymore when you had seen everything now? Also… after so long, he might have not been able to ignore his heart’s desire and yearning any longer.

It was so incredibly hard to ignore Hiroto’s crying and just walk away as if it had never happened, but for the sake of Katsuki’s happiness, you chose to go. However, a sudden tug made you stop. Looking down you saw ice around your ankles. It was weak and thin, easily breakable really. Hiroto’s? When you turned around, he had already clutched your leg tightly. Why?

When you looked back up, Bakugou also stood in front of you, his ruby eyes shimmering a little.

“Do you … want to talk?”, he finally asked, his voice breaking at the end though as he tried his hardest not to cry. What was he doing? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you in like three weeks, it had been YEARS since he left without any other word. Why would you even want to have anything to do with him or Hiroto?

“Yes!”, you said and it truly caught the Omega off-guard. After everything he put you through… If he was in your position he probably would have been so angry and furious, but you just seemed exhausted and tired.

But finally, you would be getting some answers.

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All night long, you couldn’t sleep. After you had calmed down Hiroto enough, Bakugou gave you a little piece of paper with his address on it. “I work until 7. So we can talk without any disturbance.”, he said when he gave you the information. It was probably for the best. You didn’t want to imagine what would happen when your feelings would overcome you out in a café. [Your.hero.name] seen screaming in Hokkaido – you could see the news all over the internet already. So, it was probably for the best to meet him at home.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t nervous. How had your ex-fiancé been living his life the past three years? It was all exciting and scary at the same time to find out those things.

When you knocked on his door, your inner Alpha was impatiently pacing up and down. It was as nervous as you. But when the door opened and Katsuki stood there, you were sure for the first time in the last 12 hours, that it wasn’t a dream. Walking inside was heaven and hell at the same time. Everything smelled like him. The Omega’s scent was so familiar, but another one was mixed in – probably Hiroto’s.

“A friend of mine is looking after Hiroto tonight so he won’t be dragged into this.”, he said, nervously fumbling with his scent-blocking collar.

It was weird wearing it at home, but for you and himself, he had to wear it. His Omega had been going in circles ever since he met you again yesterday. It wanted to be taken and to be honest, Bakugou was also close to surrender to you. But it wasn’t that easy. You probably had so many questions.

“Oh… Yeah that’s for the best. Katsuki.”, you suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallways.

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry I can't wait, but you need to tell me now. Hiroto, he… called me Daddy and he has an ice quirk… so I am not wrong to assume that he is… our son?”

Katsuki could vividly feel your emotions, the Omega was shuddering, his throat dry and hands sweatier than usual.

“Yeah…”, was all he could choke out.

“Oh.. my God.”, you just mumbled to yourself. Hearing it out loud was like another punch in your stomach.

“Did you… leave me when you were pregnant?”, was your next question, still standing in the middle of the hallway.

However, Katsuki couldn’t even blame you. There were so many questions left unanswered.

“We were too young…”, his ruby eyes were shimmering again with tears, but he tried his best to keep them at bay.

“Too young?”, you were speechless for a moment, before looking back, “Why didn’t you tell me?! Why did you just… leave? Why… did you do everything yourself?!”

Now you were finally angry. After so long, you just couldn’t understand why he would leave you without saying anything. It could have all come differently if Katsuki would have just been honest!

“You had your career?! A baby didn’t just… fucking fit into our lifestyle! What else could I have done?!”, Bakugou yelled back. He knew it would come to this.

“SO?! You also had your career, we were both working hard to become well-known heroes so that’s not a fucking excuse. What else?? You seriously ask me?!”, you gestured wildly.

“You wouldn’t have wanted to raise a child, it was too soon!”

“It was NOT your right to decide that for me!”, you yelled, your voice breaking as tears welled up.

Bakugou once again being a little taken aback. His heart was racing and his tears so close to falling.

“You could have asked me, we could have worked it out.”, the first tears successfully fought their way out as they rolled over your cheeks.

“I loved you SO MUCH. If it was possible I would have literally brought you the stars from the sky. I would have done anything. And you? You just leave. Without anything but a letter telling me you cannot marry me. Do you have the slightest idea how I felt?”, your voice was shaking and breaking here and there, but it was freeing to finally let it all out.

“I thought it was for the best. I didn’t know what to do.“, Bakugou’s voice was so uncharacteristically weak and small.

“You didn’t know?? Did you never trust me, Katsuki? Was I just- such a horrible Alpha to you? Did you think I’d force you to an abortion? Was I not good enough to be a father?!”, you asked trying so hard not to scream, but all these pent up feelings, it all just gushed out without any sort of valve to stop yourself.

“That’s not it! I knew you wouldn’t do that, I just-“

“WHAT? Please tell me why! Why?! Why was I not worthy to be your mate? Why did you refuse to tell me and just leave?! Why did you chose raising OUR baby alone, I-“

“I DON’T KNOW, OKAY?! I don’t know! It was a fucking stupid decision out of nowhere!”, he finally screamed back, tears cascading down his face.

“Don’t you think I have regretted it? Do you think I LIKE being a single parent?! I know I fucked up. I know I threw it all away because I panicked, okay?! I just panicked and before I knew it I was on the train.”, Katsuki sobbed, desperately wiping away his tears.

“We were so fucking young! We had planned to marry, we were talking about saving up for the future to build a house, to have a family in like 10 years or more. But… But I just messed up! I forgot to take my medication before going into Heat, it was my fault I got pregnant- I… I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. Throw everything we planned out the window because I was too fucking stupid to remember.”, his voice broke horribly, being squeaky from time to time as Bakugou’s guilt just overflowed.

The Omega was shaking and instinctively, you and your inner Alpha wanted to protect him. Hence why you wiped away your tears and took a deep breath to calm yourself.

“I know I messed up. Fuck.”, he cried and yet laughed at himself. Hands buried in his hair, Bakugou just wanted to cease to exist in that moment. He had done so many things wrong in his life. The only good thing that had ever happened was meeting you and falling in love with you and even that he destroyed.

He was gasping for air due to talking nonstop while gesturing with his hands wildly. And then, you just hugged him. Your Alpha scent surrounding him and soothing him. Your arms strong and warm, just perfect to melt into them and let everything loose. Oh, how he had missed that.

“I just… wish you had given me a choice. I wish you would have trusted me more. I would have done anything for you and our baby. It would have been hard, I know, but I am sure we would have been able to make it work.”, you quietly said while soothingly caressing his back and letting a quiet, calming purr erupt from your throat. A sign how close you truly were as you would never purr for anyone else than Bakugou.

“I’m sorry.”, Bakugou sobbed and clawed at your clothes, “I love you and I missed you and.. it was so hard alone, but I know I don’t have any fucking right to complain about it because it’s all my fault and I hurt you so much and-“

You hugged him a little tighter.

“I regret everything, I… I… can you forgive me? Can you give me a second chance? I know I don’t deserve it. I know…”

Had you ever seen him so weak before? No. And it truly tugged on your heart strings. There is nothing you wanted more. Get back together. Be happy again. But-

“Katsuki… have you ever thought of coming back to me? Like, if I had never shown up, if I had never found out… wouldn’t you keep on living without me just fine? Don’t you think this is your guilty conscious speaking? You don’t want me. You don’t need me.”

That was the last thing you said before you pulled back from him at last. Bakugou was quite speechless, just staring at you, red, swollen eyes and a tear-stained face made it hard to just go. But it was for the better. Even if he had regretted it, he was never pushed so far as to come back to you. Like that, maybe it was for the best.

Though before you could turn away, he grabbed your hand.

“Katsuki…”

“I wanted… during the pregnancy, after Hiroto was born and every time I saw you on TV, I was so close to leaving all of this. But at that point, I was too fucking scared. I had no right to go back… There are so many letters I’ve written and never sent. [Your.name], I… I literally have a suitcase ready to go. I’ve been waiting for some sort of sign or I don’t know and now? You’re here. Right here in front of me. I know it’s foolish and I’m stupid and have no fucking right to demand this from you, but please… Let me come back. Please forgive me. Please… be Hiroto’s father.”

He had never in his life begged. His superiority complex definitely wouldn’t allow for any of that, but right now was different. He realized the hurt he had caused. How wrong he was. Bakugou had regretted running away in the first week of living in Hokkaido. He always told himself it was “the right thing”. So maybe it was pathetic that he came crawling back, but if there was a slight chance you would take him back, he just had to take it.

You just sighed. Your heart was confused. While your heart screamed yes over and over again, your brain was telling you no. What if it was just a spur of the moment thing? What if he would leave you again when things would get tough?

But then, you looked down and onto his hand. The gold engagement ring you had gotten him around four years ago was still on his ring finger.

“You still… wear it?”, you asked as you reached for the hand that gripped your wrist tightly. His hands were shaking still – you have never seen him like that.

“It’s the only thing that kept me connected to you…”

“Katsuki…”

Reaching out, you cupped his face with your big hand, the Omega instinctively leaning against it. It was okay. Even if you were to get hurt again. Even if you forgave too quickly. Everything was okay now as you leaned in to connect your lips.

Holding onto you immediately, Bakugou’s fingers clawed at your t-shirt not wanting to let go ever again. Your lips melting together, emotions overwhelming you both as you pressed him into the wall. One hand reaching up to his collar. It took mere seconds for it to snap open. Then it fell to the floor, unleashing all of Bakugou’s Omega scent.

It being overwhelming was quite the understatement. Your knees were weak and legs shaking. You couldn’t resist the urge to bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“Oh my God…”, you moaned as you slowly slid down onto the ground with him, Katsuki just whimpering as he hugged your body as close as possible.

He would never let go again – never!

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With your teeth gracing along his neck, your sweaty bodies collided over and over again. Bakugou only able to sob as he held on to your hands tightly, nails digging into your skin and almost drawing blood.

You were hovering above him, hearing his cries and sobs. The sweet scent from his neck being so irresistible. You just wanted to bite. Mark him. It had been a tradition in your household to do so on your wedding night, but…

“Do it…”, you suddenly heard.

Bakugou could barely choke it out, ruby eyes filled with tears of pleasure as he whispered one more time, “Do it… It’s overdue…”

And then, without thinking twice about it anymore, you grabbed him tightly while your teeth sank into his skin.

A marvelous burning pain rushing through his body almost made Katsuki pass out. The sweet torture of being bonded to his mate was almost too much. That was all he had longed for, for so long. He didn’t know why you would take such a coward like him back, but he was so grateful and plain… happy.

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Once you opened your eyes the next morning, it all felt like a dream. Especially when you reached to your side and it was empty.

Sitting up abruptly, you looked around – definitely not your room. So what happened last night was not a dream. However…

Without putting anything on, your heart was beating so fast when you rushed outside the bedroom door. Flashbacks to three years ago were haunting your mind.

“Katsuki?”, you tore open the next door, prepared to just see another letter on one of the tables.

Though it, thankfully, wasn’t the case. There he was, standing in the kitchen, your flannel from yesterday the only thing covering his body while he was talking to someone on the phone. Unintentionally, tears had formed in your eyes, but now, you just sighed shakily and wiped over your eyes quickly.

Bakugou, who had turned around once he heard you calling for him, certainly had his heart sinking in the pit of his stomach.

That was his fault.

“Okay… okay, thank you.”, then he ended the call and turned to you, “Sorry, it was about Hiro. Akitoshi will bring him over before lunch.”

“Ah? Mh, okay.”

“Hey…”, putting his phone onto the table, he walked towards you. The Omega’s strong arms wrapped around your waist as he cuddled against your chest.

“I am not running away again. I promise.”, Katsuki barely whispered.

Hugging him tightly with your hand buried in his hair, you just quietly sighed and then kissed his forehead before leaning your head against his.

“I know. I just need some time.”, you also said quietly and Bakugou understood.

Hence why he reached out to cup your face, smiling softly.

“I love you.”

A small smile also flitted across your lips. Your hands cupping his own as you leaned down to kiss him.

“I love you, too.”

Walking back into the bedroom, Bakugou soon lost the flannel again as he slipped into bed, snuggling against you; legs tangled and naked bodies melting together. Unintentionally your hand had slipped down to his belly. That’s when you felt uneven skin and a scar underneath your fingertips. Yesterday, you were caught up in all your pent up emotions too much, so you didn’t notice.

It was his C-Section scar.

“Katsuki?”

“Hm?”

“Tell me about Hiroto.”

Subconsciously, his lips curved into a smile. That you wanted to know more about your son melted his heart but also made him feel more guilty. If only he could turn back time.

“Yeah.”, and then, he started talking and you just listened to the soothing voice of your Omega.

There were three years to catch up on, but due to Katsuki telling your son about you all the time, at least it was easier for Hiroto. With how he was clinging to you yesterday, it was obvious he loved you even though he had never met you in person. And you wanted to be there for him at last. You had only met him yesterday for a brief moment but your heart was already filled with so much love that you wanted to give to him.

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⇻ salem.talks: I’d love to know what y’all thought of this story? :) once again I took inspiration from the request and I am pretty happy with the outcome!

[pen-observing]

request: how lucifer, leviathan, belphegor, simeon and solomon are when you leave for the human world once more.

MASTERLIST

Lucifer:

From the moment that you turn your back and make a step towards the human world; Lucifer feels something shift. He can’t exactly say what it is. Your step makes the ground shift, the air feels different and he is more unsure about you leaving than he was when you first came to the Devildom.

Lucifer feels something but that is the only name he gives it. Something is there and attaching any other name to that feeling would almost be him admitting defeat.

So he walks on with the head held high and the emotion inside of his chest.

You were unpredictable yes but at the same time you were grounded and Lucifer noticed that sometimes you balanced with him.

So he thinks about what that means and the different connotations it holds while filling out paperwork with cursive letters.  

For a moment he stops and notices how differently letters of your writing look compared to his; but he presses on.  

Denying the emotion of missing you is easier to him than actually admitting it. And this very fact means that he takes on even more work, with less sleep.  

Mammon knows that he is also less tolerable than before. He never thought it was possible.  

Lucifer refuses to admit it all even when he calls you at 2:46am on a Thursday because – he is allowed to right?  

Hearing your voice is what was important at that very moment. That and nothing else.

He continues to carry on and carry on until he hears his brothers so openly mention you and how they miss you.

What is stopping him from doing the same? Pride, but alas, he comes through.

Why did he ever think missing you would be a hit to his pride?  

He becomes more honest with himself and knows that as the day for your return comes, once more, he will not be ashamed to show how much he has missed you.

And while this does not include grand gestures. It includes a smile and a warm cup of tea next to his in the study to welcome you back.

Leviathan:

Levi is clingy before you leave because he holds an irrational amount of fear that comes with losing you.  

Everyone sees how hurt he looks when you walk into the portal and everyone knows that his glassy eyes will not be lingering in that place for too long. Instead, he will go to his room.

And he does. But something unexpected happens.  

When Levi cooks breakfast there is an extra set of plates on the table and your favorite mug is never moved from the counter.  

In his room, your controller is right next to his and nobody else is allowed to use that one.  

If you think some dust will be on it you are absolutely wrong.

Levi does such little things to ensure that he remembers you will be back soon.

Henry 2.0 obviously agrees with him when at 3pm Levi pulls up another miniscule detail of your walk with him through the Devildom zoo.

He needs some small physical trinkets yes but more than them – he remembers your words.  

Everyone was initially right about him being locked up in his room but they admit how naïve they were.

Levi is not the same demon he was when you first came.  

He remembers that you said his room shouldn’t get too dirty or dusty because the pesky dust-demons will come to bother him; so he cleans and airs it out as much as he can.

He remembers your favorite meals and still makes them even if human food is no longer necessary at their table.

He promised to take care of himself so he actually goes outside once in a while.  

He takes photos of unusual things to show you once you are back.

He counts the weeks until you come back doing day-to-day things that show him you actually were in their lives. And he refuses to act like losing you temporarily means losing you forever.

Belphegor:

Belphegor drinks up every bit of information that comes along with your name. If someone mentions you, if your favorite pen stands on the side unused. Anything that is connected to you he notices.  

That is his way of coping with the fact that you are back in the human world. 

But anytime your name is there – you are not – and he hates it. Because really, what is the whole point of it all? Your name in the air but no sign of your shadow walking through the rooms.

To him, some places feel less comfortable without you now and he avoids them when he naps.

And he swears to everything unholy that if Asmodeus mentions your name once more he is going to lose it.

He gets overwhelmed by the fact that your name lingers more and more so he decides to avoid any conversation concerning you.

He simply cannot deal with knowing how much your presence itself is the main topic of those he speaks with.

He leaves the room when someone mentions your name. If he can’t leave the room, he simply ignores it.  

Beel obviously knows and he tries to help but Belphie sees no attempt that can make him feel better unless it involves the actual you.

This is why he calls and texts you the most. This is his way of making up and dealing with the places that seem darker without you.

Belphie simply needs to avoid mentions of you around him but have contact with you if he wishes to remain somewhat balanced.

Simeon:

Simeon is aware how easier for him it is when you leave than it is for others.

For the start, Simeon knows you are not close to him like you are with the rest.

Emotional proximity is one thing but actual proximity is another factor. You’ve lived in different houses so the void he feels falls down to thinking: why didn’t I make more of an effort to be with them? Why didn’t I invite them over more?

He knows that he is blessed because when you leave for the human world, it means that Simeon goes to his own home too.

He doesn’t have to walk through the halls of RAD and remember how you once leaned on the pillar or tripped on the steps when you first came.  

He doesn’t pass by the hall where your room is; he doesn’t walk down the streets you loved to see in the Devildom

So why does he still feel the void? Isn’t he selfish?  

He thinks that he truly is.

He has the privilege to watch down from the clouds and feel when you are in emotional turmoil or happy.

Because of knowing how much it is easier for him with the privileges than it is for others; he doesn’t call as often as others do. How could he allow himself to be even more selfish?

He maintains a certain distance but really; when somehow small things work out in your favor – who is behind them?  

When you pack your bag and are about to head out the door but suddenly get the need to put an umbrella in it even if the sky is bright blue?  

When you meet a new person whom you see a potential friendship/relationship with and suddenly have a nightmare about them? They’re covered in mud and dirt and are looking at you with cold eyes; no empathy. It is of course Simeon – sending you a sign from the distance.  

I suppose it means the distance is not so great after all.

Solomon:

Solomon definitely feels no guilt or selfishness when it comes to how many options he has when you leave.

Sure, he is busy to say the least but even as he carries out different tasks, experiments and spells; he knows that at the end of the day – you are human just like him.

He can come and go through the human world on whims and he definitely will.

Why shouldn’t he?

He can text you, call you and just talk to you without preparation.  

He can send you memes and make you laugh at random times without fearing of interrupting the 3 realms.

Even with this, he doesn’t come to see you as often as he would like.  

He leads a dangerous lifestyle especially when he does not have the title of ‘transfer student’ to protect him. So, he cannot endanger you.  

He could protect you yes; but why put you through it at all when it isn’t necessary.  

Still, you would say you meet up with him often.

Sure, it is rarely grabbing a lunch together but he invites you to just keep him company in some abandoned castle as he makes his experiments.  

It is very annoying how he just shows up.  

You’re cleaning your window and suddenly he is on it??? The nerve.

You are walking down the street about to trip on something and he shows up and catches you by your arm and brings you up.

Once, he teleported right in front of you as you were throwing trash in the bin and a banana peel got stuck on his head. It’s what he deserves.

Really, he does it at the most inconvenient, unexpected times; it scares you.

But you can’t get mad. He always has a bit of a streak with annoying those he loves and when he does show up after 2 weeks like that you know that it is from him missing you and finally being able to see you in the special impatient, childlike way.