#im more mad than disturbed

[alascene]

I got molested by TSA today for "alerting in the crotch and buttocks area" and quite frankly I regret not following my natural instinct to start biting and maiming

[orcelito]

Little Tally has been plodding around and she was trying to get into a box earlier and she later came up to me and stared at me expectantly then later tried to eat my plants again and just now she came up to sit next to me purring again and leaning into my pets

The medicine really is making her feel better I think. And it's really highlighting how bad she Has been feeling. Bc these are all very basic things, but she hasn't been doing it. Even up to her little walk, the plodding sounds of her footsteps... before today, she was moving so stiffly, an awkward little shamble, so I couldn't even really hear her when she got up (which was nowhere near as much as normal). Something as simple as hearing her drinking water is making me emotional. If she starts yowling tonight when I go to bed I really might just cry.

I really hope this keeps up... she's got just one more day of meds, but maybe it'll be enough... I hope so...

[jrueships]

is that tags post about zach wilson or joe burrow I can't tell 😭

any! and all of them !

[akutasoda]

in the morning light [genshin ver]

synopsis - what it's like sharing a bed with them

includes - diluc, kaeya, albedo, beidou, baizhu, alhaitham, kaveh, neuvillette, wriothesley

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, still have no clue what im doing, might be ooc, wc - 2.2k

a/n: can you tell im bored? anyway how is everyone?

diluc ragnvindr ★↷

↪to absolutely nobody's suprise, he didn't actually get much sleep. most would assume that the reason for this would be running angels share or the dawnery and such, but it was mainly because he acted as the 'darknight hero'.

↪he always encouraged you to go to bed and not wait up for him because he never knew how long he would take. however, diluc couldn't get mad at you for staying up as he found it endearing that you were so insistent on doing so.

↪diluc does have a rather important public image to uphold and so he tries his best to maintain a night and morning routine, but sometimes the night one does go a miss. it's simple yet very effective for him - you know he gets the absolute worst bed hair known to man.

↪the neatest bed you've ever seen, it's always pristine whether he made it or not. has no issues compromising for what you'd like either, he'd even assist you in making the bed to your liking rather than his.

↪initially, he prefers to have his own side to the bed - mainly because he gets up early and goes to bed late so he doesn't want to disturb you. but over time he gets a tad bit too comfy and prefers to have you swamped in his embrace.

↪a light sleeper and not that much of a mover, he either stays completely still or occasionally shuffles around. although when he does shuffle, his hair can tickle you and accidentally wake you if you're a light sleeper yourself.

↪unfortunately, diluc sometimes can wake up rather abruptly due to some certain nightmares, but he always tries not too wake you.

↪human heater. most summers are spent with the bedding completey stripped away because he gives off a lot of body heat, so cuddles are rare unless you don't mind feeling like you're being cooked alive.

kaeya alberich ★↷

↪has the best routines you've ever seen, that is if he bothers to do them. he's very vigilant when doing his morning routine but sometimes he comes home from angels share a bit too tipsy to do his night routine.

↪as mentioned, he spends quite a few nights down at angels share and so he either comes home late, assisted by an annoyed diluc, or you have to go fetch him. admittedly he has gotten better since you've been around though.

↪most days he does get up fairly early, but on his day's off he's not budging. good luck getting up yourself because you're not leaving until he decides he wants to get up - which he will then proceed to wake you up.

↪the messiest bed, sure he makes it occasionally but sometimes he just can't be asked. uses way too many pillows and blankets but is very accommodating to your needs and wants.

↪a complete opposite to his brother, but he is practically a human freezer. unfortunately kaeya is quite cold to the touch so if winter comes around he always puts more blankets and duvets on the bed just so he can still cuddle you without you complaining that he's going to give you frostbite. he also can give you quite the wake up in the morning by how cold he is.

↪can be unconsciously really clingy in his sleep, im talking having some part of him touching you at any time - full on cuddles, holding hands, or even simply intertwining his legs with yours. he claims it helps him sleep better, especially when the nightmares come calling.

↪only downside, is that he can be extremely obnoxious. he moves around so much and unfortunately that can wake you aswell, especially when he ends up upside down and spread out across the bed and such. also can be quite the snorer if he allows himself to fully relax around you.

albedo ★↷

↪admittedly, he spends many nights up at camp in dragonspine and he understands that the freezing weather isn't for everyone - so he doesn't blame you for staying in mondstadt. but sometimes he knows you'd probably prefer for him to be back in mondstadt with you.

↪but if you choose to stay with him in dragonspine, he decides to upgrade the usual camp cot that he uses. he might not be able to feel the cold but you certainly would and the very last thing he'd want, is for you to catch a cold or worse. although there is a nice feeling of finally returning home to you.

↪albedo does have a simple nightly routine that he follows and same goes for his morning routine - although admittedly he can get a bit too carried away with his research and completely miss his routines or sleep in general.

↪he practically stays still entirely while he sleeps, it's almost scary as sometimes you forget he's there. he also doesn't really understand if you want to cuddle while you sleep but he'll indulge you.

beidou ★↷

↪she either goes to bed alongside you or later at night, normally she only comes to bed late if she stays up celebrating with the crew or is on some kind of voyage. most nights she does want to go to bed with you.

↪keeps any routine, morning or night, to a simple yet effective routine. yes she wants to keep up a good appearance but sometimes she just doesn't have the time and so she always goes for the same quick routine.

↪due to her bed being on her ship, she has the bare minimum as beidou doesn't really see a point in going all out. however, again, very willing to let you do whatever you want to the bed as you are sleeping in it aswell and she doesn't mind one bit.

↪can be somewhat clingy in her sleep, she loves holding you close and you can't exactly overpower her grip - it worsens when she does have a bit too much to drink when celebrating as she practically drapes her entire body over yours at all times.

↪a mix between a light sleeper and heavy, normally she's quite light but sometimes she gets a bit too tired.but either way beidou does shuffle around alot, most nights she ends up completely spread out across the entire bed.

baizhu ★↷

↪the doctor spends alot of time managing the pharmacy and other affairs and so even he would admit that he doesn't get as much sleep as he needs, especially when he can get easily fatigued. changsheng gets better sleep than he does.

↪normally by the time the day draws to a close, he's pretty exhausted and so he tries to go to sleep at a reasonable time after. he has somewhat of a nightly routine but it mainly focuses on managing his condition. same goes for the morning.

↪his bed is surprisingly really comfy, even changshengs is. he would prefer if you only messed with your side of the bed because he can be a bit particulate but if you really wanted to, he'd let you.

↪sometimes his condition can give him a rather uncomfortable night's sleep but he tries his best to not let it affect you. but otherwise he can become an extremely heavy sleeper because sleeping is one of the only times where he can truly rest.

↪very rarely his condition may get a bit too much and so he does have to isolate himself until it subsides. although now that you're in his life, he realises how lonely it can get without you.

↪he likes to keep contact to a minimum, perhaps holding hands or having your legs interwined. maybe further down the line, he'd be more inclined to indulge in cuddles if you preferred.

neuvillette ★↷

↪he wakes up quite early and never really wakes you, but if you need to get up he will get you up. however, on an extremely rare day off, he stays in bed with you a bit longer and subconsciously pulls you closer.

alhaitham ★↷

↪sometimes the scribe stays up late, sometimes he doesn't. staying up late could be due to akadeymia work or because he's busy reading up on his own interests. although he only really goes to bed early if you are.

↪his routines are basic but they cover the essentials, he spends more time on his nightly routine because he's normally more rushed in the morning.

↪his bed is rather basic, only really contains the essentials. he doesn't care what you do to make yourself comfortable, as long as you don't do anything stupid than he entertains you.

↪very prone to late night reading, most of the time he sits beside you completely emersed in his reading. alot of the time he does fall asleep in the middle of reading.

↪isn't one for physical contact but eventually might cave to your demands if you really want him to, although when he does you're convinced he enjoys it more than you do. although he does barely move in the night.

↪normally wakes up quite early, with some quite bad bed hair, but he normally leaves you to sleep unless he knows you have somewhere to be. although on his day's off, he indulges himself in your sleepy presence and he brings you closer and falls back asleep with you in his arms.

kaveh ★↷

↪it's no suprise that the architect can sometimes pull all nighters when he gets a well paid commission, much to your dismay. although most nights he does join you when you go to bed or earlier than you but he prefers you fi be there aswell.

↪his bed is extremely comfy and very well organised, most of the time. sometimes when he's pulled a few all nighters he can forget to sort his bed but most of the time he does.

↪his routines are also dependent on his sleep deprived state. if he's pulling all nighters, then his routine is very simple or virtually nonexistent, otherwise his routines can be quite extensive.

↪clingy. on purpose. he doesn't mind whether he's the big spoon or the small spoon, as long as he's cuddling you he's fine. in the morning when he's not fully awake, he can whine if you try and pry yourself away from him before he's ready to get up - he doesn't ever really need to get up super early.

↪a mix between a heavy sleeper and a light sleeper, can also shuffle around a tad but not much of an issue as long as you aren't an extremely light sleeper.

↪when you first stayed the night at neuvillette's, you wondered why on tevyat was his bed so big. it seemed almost comical for one person but you didn't exactly complain as it was extremely comfy.

↪however, further down the line, as he started to really trust you, you realised that it was because he preferred to sleep in somewhat of a dragon form as he claimed it was much more comfortable. and it certainly was for you, he was surprisingly comfy to sleep on.

↪if he has the time, he enjoys taking his time with a nightly routine and he enjoys doing it alongside you, should you also have one. again, same goes for his morning routine - although that one is always much shorter as he is needed quite early.

↪as mentioned, when he gets much more comfortable with you, he sleeps in a semi dragon form. however he's much more likely to fidget and shuffle around in such form, mainly his tail which sometimes wakes you up.

↪however, when he sleeps as is, he doesn't move at all. neuvillette does enjoy cuddling in both forms though, at first he didn't exactly understand why but he quickly grew accustomed to it and came to enjoy it much more than he thought.

wriothesley ★↷

↪alot of the time, he returns late at night. he doesn't exactly find spending the night at the fortress ideal, sometimes he does have to however, and so he doesn't mind traveling back late, although sometimes he wishes he could come back a tad bit earlier.

↪normally, he doesn't have an efficient amount of time to have an extensive night routine but he does in the morning if he wakes early enough. especially because he also falls victim to bed hair.

↪his bed is normally quite basic yet comfy. so he actually enjoyed it when you started changing things to your liking as it gave a bit of character.

↪clingy, on purpose. he always claims that he doesn't get to see you much since he's at the fortress all day and so he refuses to let you go. he always gathers you unti his embrace and when he knows you're safe in his arms, he can relax.

↪always extremely reluctant in the morning, he doesn't want to leave the comfort of the room and so when he has an extremely rare day off, he refuses to let you go and indulges in your presence much longer - all with a smug smile when you try and leave.

↪extremely light sleeper and sometimes does like to shuffle around, and of course you unfortunately will move around with him as his grip refuses to let up.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn

[komoboko]

𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

ft: kokushibo tsugikuni, douma, akaza soyama, sekido, karaku, urogi, aizetsu, nakime daki, gyutaro, and kaigaku

i need to start writing more cus this is doodoo i think im gonna open request for once

LEAST JEALOUS

# douma ! ☆

DOUMA can't feel anything meaning he can't really feel jealousy at all.. So there really wasn't anything he would even do or know what to do if he could even feel jealousy. Even if he could he's rather confident in himself with his status of an uppermoon and as a cult leader along with his members. Douma also has confidence in you and trust your eyes are set on him only.

# nakime ! ☆

NAKIME is another who I couldn't see feeling much jealousy at all. She puts all her trust into you and believes you have prestine loyalty to her as she does to you! She doesn't believe the presence of another would ever disturb your relationship with each other, she trust you too much to even have a reaction.

# kokushibo ! ☆

KOKUSHIBO is always one to have confidence in your loyalty, as its something he doesn't take lightly. The commitment you have towards each other is something he values and doesn't believe it can be altered so easily.He also has confidence in himself strength and status wise. He doesn't believe somebody human nor demon could ever disturb the two of you, most usually fear him to much to disturb you anyways.. which he's more than happy about.

# urogi! ☆

Due to him being a clone built on one single emotion its harder for any other emotions to surpass UROGI'S happiness. Even then he doesn't think somebody else would get in the way of you two. You bring him even more happiness than he already has and he does the same for you! Even if he did get jealous, he'd swoop you away before he could properly fall into those feelings

# karaku ! ☆

KARAKU is overconfident when it comes to his self and his romantic abilties, his emotion is pleasure and he's sure he brings you pleasure by just being around him. On occasions he might feel slight irritation but like his bird brother he'd step in and press a kiss onto your lips before dragging you away so you can entertain him. Which is really spending more time together. Besides he flirts with you so much he doubts you would fall for anybody else's flirtatious schemes.

# akaza ! ☆

One of AKAZA'S main motivators is to do better, be stronger and surpass those ahead of him. This motivation can come out as jealousy. He has skills when it comes to romance but he can have his moments where he believes he can do better when it comes to you. Its easier to get under his skin even then he won't really say anything. He'll stay silent about it until he feels like it's time to step in, which happens much more often than he says it does. Though once he feels your hand wrap around his and you flash him with a smile, he's much more at ease

# aizetsu ! ☆

AIZETSU can only really weep and feel sadness so his jealousy might come out more as insecurity. He'll sit in silence moping about whoever's approaching you and you'll have to be the one to notice his jealousy. Once you turn to give him attention and press a soft kiss on his cheeks he'll get a little happier, even shoot you a soft smile after being reassured you love only him.

# daki ! ☆

DAKI gets jealous of a lot of people. Due to where she works at there's many people who come in to observe and stare which most definitely gets on her nerves. She gives many people dirty looks before locking arms with you and immediately taking you somewhere away from their gaze. You'll have to make it up to her by giving her a whole days worth of going on dates and spending time with her. Then she'll be over the annoyance of a customer.

# gyutaro ! ☆

Jealousy runs in the family and GYUTARO most definitely got the most of it. He for one still feels insecure about his apperance and doesn't think he's worthy for you but he also thinks nobody else is worthy of you either. He's definitely mad that he usually can step in and steal you away on the spot but once the two of you are alone he makes sure you're glued to his side and doesn't let you go until he feels reassured that you still love him.

# kaigaku ! ☆

KAIGAKU for the most part just hates people and is annoyed by the majority of people who surround them. Meaning anybody who surrounds you are getting the dirtiest looks and the entitled and annoyed attitude from him. Due to how cocky he is he doesn't believe anybody who approaches you should get off scout free and immediately confronts them. Depending on the situation they usually run away or leave with a few bruises, in return you have to spend time with him and reprimand him for what he's doing.

# sekido ! ☆

Unsurprisingly SEKIDO definitely is the worst. He normally only feels rage and can easily get jealous by the smallest of things. He's immediately reacting and taking whatever or whoever's making him jealous out of the premise at once. After he's going to be much angrier for the whole day. He demands you "fix his mood "which really means peppering his face with kisses and being by his side for the rest of the day

MOST JEALOUS

[vamphrrr]

Hi!! i loved your tough love fanfic of clarisse! so i decided to ask if you can make a clarisse la rue , (aphrodite child) reader, but she’s not some normal teenager… she’s a princess if you get what im saying??? lets say that aphrodite dated a princess and had a child with him before she left, and so that’s where reader grew up, no one knew that the reader was a princess u til she told clarisse, she was really worried clarisse was gonna hate her but clarisse is like “Woah me mad at you? no way” and clarisse supports her! (Including some kissing, flirting, it would be super nice if the reader was shorter the clarisse probably up to her chest like in the tough love fanfic!)

notes ; omgggg this is so cute!! i’m so glad u liked my last fic i was nervous about posting 😭. also i’ll be making clarisse call reader princess too now knowing SHE IS ONE! they’re already dating in this. i used the same banner bc i’m too lazy to create new ones based on plot LMAO. i wrote this so soon but sometimes if anyone requests it might take me a couple of days bc of school and stuff! think i went a little overboard with this one. i should probably start counting how much i write lol.

%% are you mad?

in which your super attractive girlfriend finds out the secret you’ve been hiding from her for so long. also, she accidentally meets your dad.

— clarisse la rue x f!aphrodite!reader

warnings ; reader has doubts, tall & buff clarisse / short reader (again), flirty!clarisse flirty!clarisse, a little angst?, kissing, two swear words, flustered reader (oh how the turned tables), ooc clarisse? (i’m never sure if i write her right), one suggestive thought in the first paragraph (nothing happened tho!). a little too much background i think… too much father, did my daddy issues come out? made reader’s dad a king bc plot reasons, maybe more emotional than requested srry😭

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Sneaking off from your girlfriend’s warm bed in the middle of the night. For a minute, you wondered how’d that look to anyone watching. A girl hastily running from a cabin that she very obviously did not belong in, a long shirt —it was Clarisse’s— accompanied by small shorts, (which were not visible might you add). Oh and how could you forget, you were barefoot. Who’s bright idea was that? Oh, yeah, yours. Why?

Gods were you cold. Should’ve brought a jacket, you thought.

The bottom of your feet hurt, stepping on rocks and sticks and who knows what else would do that to you. Next time, you would definitely bring hiking boots or something. And a jacket. In the forest, you were far away from anybody that might disturb you. Pulling Clarisse’s shirt up until your shorts were visible, you dug your hand inside the pocket, meeting with a drachma. You approached the round well, splashing water mist being met with sunlight from below, creating a rainbow.

How? It was the middle of the night. Why was the sun inside? You decided not to think about it.

This well was old, dirty from not being used much. See, not many people knew about it. Apparently, it was for those that needed to talk to somebody reallyyyy privately, that’s why it was hidden in the forest, only appearing at night. You weren’t sure how that worked, but you stumbled upon it a couple of years back when you were being chased by wood nymphs for being out at night. They found you, obviously. Punishment was not escapable and you ended up having to clean the stables the day after you got your nails done. Yuck.

Now here you were again, this being the only place where you could speak to your father without anyone finding you. It’s not that you were embarrassed of him per say, it was that you really didn’t want anyone to know that you were a royal. I mean, how ironic was that? A daughter of Aphrodite, a Princess? Forget it. You’d get made fun of for the rest of your life. You especially didn’t want Clarisse to know. She was your girlfriend yes, and this was something very important that you needed to tell her about, but you weren’t sure how’d she react. You knew she wouldn’t make fun of you like others would, but you didn’t know if dating a literal Princess was too much of a deal breaker for her.

Being with a royal was too stressful, there was so much that they’d get criticized for and so little people that they’d be accepted by. Your dad was a King with many past lovers, Aphrodite included. The people loved her, I mean, who wouldn’t? But then she was gone, disappearing the same night she gave birth to you. Your dad knew of her, of this. He knew she’d be gone by the time the sun rose. Yet, he did nothing. Who was he, than just a mortal man? He could not stop a goddess from leaving.

He got with others after that, your dad had a lot of love to give. Maybe that was something that attracted your mother to him. Public lovers were not taken well, the people respected the King, sure, they just didn’t respect his partners. Constant judging, constant eyes following their every move, constant hatred being thrown, constant stress on their shoulders. In the end, they could never take it. Running away or completely disappearing seemed to be something they all had in common. Your father had to give up on love, small secret romances blossomed for a while, but never enough for it to go public.

That is why you were so scared to tell Clarisse of your status. She was smart, she’d realize being with you would not be worth the hassle. She’d leave you just like everyone else left your father. Clarisse was the love of your life, you don’t think you’d be able to handle it if she left.

You threw the drachma in, calling for the rainbow goddess to let you see your father.

“Dad,” you said, once the back of his head was visible.

He jumped, turning around. “Oh! My dearest daughter, you scared me.” He laughed a bit, looking at you with such soft eyes it almost made you cry. “Why are you Iris messaging me at this hour? Isn’t it time for you to be resting?”

You swallowed, a sudden knot appearing in your throat. “I just needed someone to talk to.” Playing with the ring around your finger that Clarisse gave you for your one year anniversary, you choked out. “I have this amazing girlfriend, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me here at camp and—” You stopped talking, taking a small breath, not noticing the familiar figure of Clarisse standing a couple of feet behind you. “—and I’m scared to tell her that I’m not who she thinks I am. That I’m not this girl that just so happens to be a daughter of Aphrodite. I love her so much and I want to tell her about you. I want to bring her to you in person because I want the two people I love the most to meet. But how do I do that when I haven’t even told her I’m a Princess and that the only way you two could meet is if I took her to our royal palace?”

Your father widened his eyes, not expecting his little girl to burst out her feelings just like that. He sighed, glancing behind your shoulder. “If this girl you love so much really loves you like you do her, she wouldn’t care about your status.” Staring at who he assumed was your girlfriend behind you, he continued. “She wouldn’t care that you hid this from her. Instead, she’d try to see it from your point of view.” Moving his eyes away from Clarisse, he looked at you, eyes squinting in light mischief. “You should tell her, she’ll understand. I love you.” Is all he said, before he was gone.

You’re left staring at a rainbow, your dad nowhere in sight. Suddenly, a branch broke from behind you. Turning around quickly, heart beating rapidly, you’re met with the eyes of your girlfriend. You immediately let out a gasp, not knowing she was there.

Clarisse speaks up. “You’re a Princess?”

You felt your mouth dry up. With wide eyes, you respond. “Please don’t hate me! I didn’t know how to tell you!” Walking closer to her, you reached your hands out, grabbing one of her own with both of yours. “Please, you have to understand. I didn’t want this to ruin us.”

She stayed silent.

Silence was haunting, especially coming from Clarisse, someone who was always provoking people and boasting loudly everywhere. You gulped, with lips shaking you asked, “A-are you mad?”

She lets out a huff. Was something funny? Was she annoyed? Angry? Did she not care at all? Those were the questions running through your mind. You’d find out the answers soon enough.

“Woah,” she shook her head, letting you see the slight amused smile on her face. “Me? Mad at you? No fucking way.” She reached her free hand towards your face, moving away the strand of hair that fell slightly over your eye. “It just… surprised me s’ all.”

You let out a breath, relaxing and putting your head against her chest. “Thank the gods, I thought you were going to break up with me or something.”

Reaching out again, she placed her forefinger below your chin, raising your head to meet her eyes. “How could I ever break up with someone so beautiful?” She leaned down, your lips grazing against each other’s. “Why would I leave when I can now be your knight in shining armor?” Closing the distance, your eyes fluttered shut. Butterflies were in your stomach just like the first time you two ever kissed. Without your lips separating, she put one arm around your waist, the other grabbing below your thighs, hoisting you up.

“Ah!” you screamed, separating your lips, not expecting it.

Clarisse smirked, seeing you get flustered. “You don’t have any shoes on.” You pouted, putting your arms around her neck so you wouldn’t fall while she walked back (not that she would let you fall off in the first place). “Didn’t think I’d notice, did you, princess?” Teasingly, she used the pet name, now knowing how much truth was behind it.

You whined, pressing your face against her neck. “You’re so unfair. I’m supposed to be the one flustering you.”

“Awe, the princess is mad,” she cooed, letting her lips touch the tip of your ear. “You want me to get on one knee and apologize?”

Clarisse laughed when you let out a loud groan, hitting her lightly on the chest. Smiling, she knew the only way she’d ever leave you was if she was six feet under. And even then, she’d find a way to get back to the land of the living just to be by your side.

The only things heard in the dead of night were the grasshoppers, chirping their little melodies into the darkness. That was until you muttered sleepily, letting out a yawn. “I love you.”

Clarisse repeated after you. “I love you.” Feeling your eyes fluttered close, she followed it with an almost silent “goodnight.”

Now that you were asleep, she felt panic slowly rise, steps quickening to reach the Ares cabin faster. She could only think about two things now.

Holy shit, she’s a Princess. Oh my gods, I met her dad.

[s0apmactav1sh]

More knight!reader and king!price since Im sick atm so this is very self indulgant.

Cw: fluff and smut.

Thinking about the days where price gets sick, coming down with a cold, his nose blocked, throat completely dry, constant coughs he seems to be having and of course the headaches he just cant seem to shake. Theres not a single word spoken about the king being sick as it would only cause havoc within the kingdom as most would be worried about their poor kings health and wanting to bring gifts in hopes that he got better. But then theres you. His devoted knight and his lover laying underneath him allowing him to take your warmth from you since he's 'freezing' as he's told you.

Of course you dont believe that he is, since he ran up a temperature of 39.7° and he was hot to the touch but you would indulge in his little lies since he seemed so happy to be laying on your bare chest. The castle servents and guards however go about their days not coming near the kings chambers since he specifically requested that no one disturb him as he rested up and gained his strength back.

King!Price just expects you to dote on him, to make him feel small even though your not that much taller than him and by order of your king you do. Giving him loving kisses on the top of his head, rubbing his back soothingly when he complains of an ache there, holding a cold towel over his forehead to help with his temperature and helping him undress when he gives out again about being to warm now.

He cant be the only one naked, that be madness so like the obediant knight you are you undress after him and go back to laying as you once were only now the both of you are naked. And so after a few minute of mindless cuddling price starts fidgeting and twisting and turning saying hes only trying to get comfortable even though you can feel him subtlely grinding against your softened cock. But as a knight your not easily seduced. Even if it is your king whos trying to tempt you to bed him.

You who just does have it in you to let him grind against you, using your strenght to flip him onto his bath while hovering over him, the veins in your arms practically bulging out and price is drooling at the sight. His own cock was hard and dribbling a pathetic amount of precum just at the sight of you above him. And who are you to deny the whimpery little 'please' he lets out. Just like that his legs are thrown over your shoulders and your face is buried between his cheeks as you eat him out, using one hand to keep his hips steady and the other to finger his hole open to take your cock.

And by the time you deem him ready he's already finished his second orgams all because of your fingers pressing against his prostate and the way you so expertly ate him out like a man starved. But even with all the stretching he still feels like he's beinf split open of your cock. Each inch going into him having him whining and moaning for more. And once your finally fully inside of him its price who starts trying to move so soon which has you gripping his waist with a bruising grip he'd think you were about to weld him like you would your sword.

Prices hands are moved to your shoulders, his legs wrapped around your waist as you pound him into the soft mattress below you both. Each thrust sending mindblowing pleasure through him and you, his hole constantly clenching tighter around you as you do. His moans are nearly echoed off the walls with how loud he's gotten and you almost feel bad on the poor souls who do unfortunately pass by the room because hes just being so mouthy, begging and pleading for what your already giving him. Mindblowing pleasure. You dont think of your own pleasure just making him orgams as many time as he needs until he is shaking from any form of stimulation to his lower parts.

He's almost disappointed that you never came a small pout on his face even as you so graciously pull out and go draw him a bath adding in his expensive bath salts he likes so much. Even as you pick him up and bring him to the bath placing him so gently into the water before getting in behind him to wash him off. You even deny his offer of a handjob or a blowjob that he wants to give a thanks. But no, you clean off his chest and stomach from the semen he splattered all over himself massging any aread where it may be sore. You even help him get dressed, choosing more soft things for him to wear. And if it wasnt enough that you did all that you even changed the sheets on the bed so he wouldnt have to sleep in dirty ones.

Amd even after all that you still got in beside him to cuddle him once again mumbling out a small reason as to why your not deserving of pleasure because of the blood on your hands the thousands of lives youve taken all to protect the kingdom. He nearly gets out a word but the way your hands are making small circles on his back have him dozing off before he can convince you that you are deserving of pleasure. You dont sleep that night still watching over him like a gaurd should be able to do.

A knight like you would never know the word pleasure nor the word pain because you had lost to much and gained so little that they no longer mattered.

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I dunno what this is either but yh count it as fluff count it as angst count it as whatever you want but yh this is mostly just something i wrote bc im sick and prolly wont write for a few days till im better. Sorry for the misspelt words but just ignore them anyways enjoy :)

@rodolfoparras

[slytherinshua]

hi it's me again! hope ur day's been good, wasn't going to send more asks for a while since the last one but since you were asking for more soft thoughts AND make it magical this time, i had to 😣 thought of being like a village person who is very adamant that fairies exist and while strolling thru the field one day you just find yushi/sunoo laying there and surrounded by flowers and even tho u don't k anything abt him u make it ur thorough mission to accuse him of being a fairy and he's SOO mad at this bcuz not only were u rlly cute about it but he also was a fairy and he's not about to reveal himself bcuz he thinks ur cute 😭😭

SKDJKS STOP GOODBYE THIS IDEA IS SOOOO FUCKING CUTE??? okok i'm gonna do yushi bcuz i love yushi but this is also reminding me of my jaehee fic im writing lmfao cause he is a fairy in that as well although its a stardew valley au not magical BUT YUSHI AS A FAIRY!! wc: 1k. genre/warnings: fairy au. reader is very excitable. not proofread and soft thoughts so it's very very messy be warned this is really just a jumble of thoughts.

fairies were always shrouded in secrecy, especially in your village which was right next to a forest thought to be home to many magical creatures. the village leaders banned anyone from going into the forest due to its dangerous nature, but you've always wondered about it. there were a few books on fairies, but all the information in them was unconfirmed and more speculation than fact. some even swore that fairies were completely made up and didn't exist in the real world, but you always liked to imagine that they did, and maybe they even lived among you.

so, ever since you were little, you started to imagine your own version of what fairies would be like. of course, they would be breathtakingly beautiful and gentle. they would have magical powers and glitter in the sunlight. their presence would be so harmonious and lovely that even butterflies would flock to their side. maybe they could grow flowers with the touch of a finger or could fly around with butterfly like wings? your imagination was truly endless, especially when you were little. but once you got to schooling age, you started to get made fun of for your obsession with the mythical creatures.

although you insisted that they were real, your classmates just laughed at the idea, telling you to not kid yourself with fictional fantasies. but no one was ever able to truly shut you up about the idea. you still daydreamed about fairies unabashedly, no matter what anyone else thought about them. to you, they were real.

after an annoying encounter with a guy in the village who seemed adamant on winning you over, you decided to take a stroll through the flower field to clear your head. cursing the guy under your breath wasn't helping as much as you would've liked. not only was he ugly, and full of himself, he was also downright rude. you definitely weren't going to let him sour the entire rest of your day.

pink, blue, and yellow flowers were blooming all over the field. butterflies and bees buzzed around happily, caring to the sweet-smelling blossoms. you saw that the butterflies seemed to keep flying to one particular spot in the field. it piqued your curiosity, so you made your way over to that part.

immediately, your fantasies about fairies came flooding back to your brain the second you saw the boy lying on the ground. his ginger hair lay over his forehead perfectly, and light freckles adorned his pink cheeks. he was simply beautiful. the second you saw him, your breath was completely taken away. you were sure that if fairies existed, he must be one of them.

"so you do really exist? you aren't just fantasy." a grin spread to your face as you mumbled under your breath. you had been trying to not disturb the sleeping boy, but his eyes flew open as the words left your mouth. maybe fairies had supernatural hearing?

the boy sat up hurriedly, "what? me?" he blinked in confusion, finger pointing back at himself in question. a butterfly landed on his hand and he gently swatted it away, face heating up in embarrassment.

he would've been upset at his nap getting interrupted, but one look at you and all annoyance dissipated. you were really pretty. as a fairy, he really should've been more worried about coming into contact with humans, but it was too late to think about that now. you had seen him, and it wasn't like a vanishing spell was going to last long enough for him to get back to the forest. plus, there was no way you would suspect that he was a fairy. most people didn't even believe they existed nowadays. he was surely safe-

"you're a fairy, aren't you!?"

oh.

his eyebrows furrowed, "no. fairies aren't even real, why would you think that?" gaslighting was never his strong suit, but it was worth a shot either way, right?

"can you do any magic? can you grow flowers?" you didn't seem to have even heard his attempt at refuting you, as you were quick to throw a flurry of questions at him. what scared him the most was how accurate they were. how did you know so much about fairies?

"n-no, i said i wasn't-" he stuttered, interrupted by you shoving a flower in his face.

"try fixing it." you said simply before pulling off some of the flower petals. yushi's heart clenched slightly at the sight. he so badly wanted to reach out and repair it. the poor flower didn't deserve to die. but that would mean outing himself. the risk wasn't worth it.

you sighed as the boy just stared at you blankly, "so you really aren't a fairy? then why do you look like one?" you sat down on the grass with him, arms crossed over your chest in annoyance.

"how do you know what fairies look like? have you ever seen one?"

"well... no." you huffed in exasperation. he was right. "but you look exactly how one would expect fairies to look like! even butterflies can't stay away from you."

it was frankly unfair at how adorable you sounded trying to justify it, especially since yushi knew you were entirely right in your assumption. he could already imagine the look of pure joy and astonishment that would bloom on your face if you heard that he really was a fairy as you suspected.

would it really be so bad to reveal himself?

"what's your name, by the way? i'm y/n."

yushi thought for a second, weighing his options. he could tell you his name and that he was a fairy. he could tell you his name and leave you questioning whether he was a fairy of not. or, he could try to find a way out of the conversation altogether. he rather hated the last option. deciding that the second option was both the safest, and left him plenty of options, he went with it.

"...i'm yushi."

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[girlnadian]

Summary. A part of Wato had been expecting Ken to just pop up. She thought that as soon as she deleted the server, they'd be there, right by her side as if nothing happened. They aren't, though. Even with the End Barrens gone, Wato doesn't see Ken again.

Notes. spoilers for watos 100 days video. a fucking ghost possessed me on my 36 hour trip and i banged all of this out while on planes or waiting for planes. i miss kenwato so bad. banner from here

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For as long as Wato has known them, Ken has been someone who just disappears. She's used to it—being suddenly unable to reach them for days at a time, only to come back to their shared world one day and find Ken there, with petals in their hair and wearing Wato's colors like they never left. Wato knows that, so she shouldn't have been surprised when they didn't stick around in one place for an entire hundred days, and she shouldn't feel so sick to her stomach when she doesn't see them again immediately after.

That cottage is the closest thing either of them has to a home world, even if it sits abandoned more often than not. Ken and Wato are both busy, constantly, flitting from project to project and slinking back into the world when things get too bad anywhere else. It's the first place Wato wants to go after the End Barrens—the world is green and alive and beautiful, but it's still just her.

<Wato1876> Ken?

No response. Wato gives it ten minutes and then tries again.

<Wato1876> Did you make it out?

No response. Wato's tail thumps nervously against the mattress of her bed. She never saw Ken leave the server, but even if they were online when she wiped it, it should have just kicked them off. They should be here. Ignoring her outright isn't like them.

(There had been something of an argument, and Wato had grappled with that for months on her own. She thinks of Ken and imagines their laugh and It's poetic, isn't it? but she knows they didn't mean it. Ken has never been cruel on purpose. They couldn't have known. She never saw a leave message, but she never saw anything else from them either. She just wants to–)

<Wato1876> Im not mad

<Wato1876> Ken. Please

Wato gives it half an hour, and then she crawls under her blanket. When she falls asleep for the first time in a hundred days, she does it still alone and she doesn't dream.

Wifies hasn't seen them, either. He asks Parrot for her—nothing. Wato reaches out to Avatar, but no one has heard from Ken in months. Weren't they with you? The dread that's been building in the back of Wato's throat starts to become an acidic sort of panic. They should be here. They have to be somewhere, but even with all four of them trying to reach out, no one gets a response.

<Wato1876> Are you okay?

<Wato1876> I just want to know that youre okay

She just wants to see them. She wants to hear their voice (It's poetic, isn't it?)—she did nothing but miss them and miss them day in and day out and they should be here. The End Barrens are gone. Wato reminds herself over and over, pacing the wooden floors of Ken's bedroom: the End Barrens are gone. She should have checked who was online, but she had been so desperate to rid herself of the whole experience—there's no way something could have gone wrong, could it? She's deleted servers with people online before. No matter how many times she replays the process in her mind, she can't fathom what would have been different, but she had been so dazed–

(Ken's room is always so messy. Wato carefully steps over diagrams and blueprints that have fallen to the floor, and stops the restless swishing of her tail so she doesn't accidentally blow any papers under the bed, but she can't bring herself to pace anywhere else.

She crawls on top of Ken's split-colored sheets to sleep, instead of under them, because she doesn't want to disturb anything.)

Four days after leaving the End Barrens and with no word from Ken, Wifies visits. That confusing knot of emotions gets pulled so tight that Wato nearly throws up.

"Hey," Wifies smiles apologetically. "Sorry to drop by unannounced."

When Wifies comes in, he brushes past her in a way that knocks their shoulders together, and Wato fails to stifle the full body shudder at the contact. If Wifies notices, he doesn't say anything. He scans the house, ears swiveling before he smoothes out the motion. Wato's ears flatten against her head.

"Just me here," she confirms. Wifies gives her a look she can't read—that seems to happen a lot with him. She loves him dearly, but sometimes she feels like she never lands right with him. (Ken is better with him.) She turns to let Wifies deeper into the house, and her feet carry her without thinking about where she's going. Wifies follows behind her until she sees the lemon-and-lime decorations of the room.

"Did something happen?" Wifies asks. It's quiet and soft—What happened to Ken?

Wato winces, and then forces a shrug.

"We got… separated, early in the challenge. They still haven't turned up," Wato knows that her voice shakes. She hopes Wifies doesn't call it out. "I'm… I'm sure they will."

The server's only been gone four days, she tells herself. As long as she doesn't think about all the days without Ken before that, it isn't that long. Wifies frowns, like he knows something is wrong but isn't sure what to make of it. Wato isn't doing a good job at reassuring him, she realizes. Four days isn't long for Ken to be gone.

(She's known Ken for so long. She tries to remember their laugh but it's always overlayed with the screech of an Enderman pinning her in place. It's poetic, isn't it?)

The way Wifies is looking at her makes her want to shy away, but she doesn't. His eyes are a duller purple than she imagined, and nothing screams at her, but she still has to force herself to look at him directly. He's solid around the edges. He shifts his weight and the floorboards creak under him.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Wato asks.

She only does it to get them out of this room and away from the conversation, but when she hands Wifies his cup fifteen minutes later it remains a firm weight in his hands. Wato releases a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. As worried about Ken as she had been, she sort of… forgot: she hadn't seen anyone else yet, either.

They chat and catch up; Wifies doesn't say Ken's name and so Wato doesn't, either. Wifies waves idly as he leaves, and Wato walks up to Ken's room and lays on top of the sheets and tucks her tail against her body. She doesn't dream, and Wifies comes back the next day. They busy themselves with idle chatter and discussion about escape room ideas, and Wifies waves idly as he leaves, and Wato walks up to Ken's room and lays on top of the sheets and tucks her tail against her body. She doesn't dream, and she stops messaging Ken every day, and she doesn't hear from or see them.

Ten days after leaving the End Barrens, the door to their cottage creaks open. Wato jolts up like she's been shocked, ears pricked towards the entrance so hard it aches. There's a beat of silence, and the footsteps that follow are paw-pad soft. Someone who's naturally quiet, not someone who's trying to be.

Wato wants to call out, but the name gets caught in her throat even though she'd recognize the cadence of those steps anywhere. She doesn't need to—the door to Ken's room swings open, and mismatched yellow-and-green eyes stare back at her in the low light.

Ken's eyes are wide and startled, and it occurs to Wato that she should be embarrassed about being caught curled up in a ball on their bed. Ken's mouth opens and then closes, and then they turn and disappear down the hall.

"W-wait," Wato makes a mess of the sheets in her haste to scramble up. "Wait! Ken!"

A door slams shut. It's not the front door, though—Wato gets out into the hall and realizes the door to her bedroom is now locked.

Ken is gone in the morning.

<_Kenadian_> im busy

<_Kenadian_> you dont have to wait for me

Wato waits anyway. Any work she has to do, she can do from the cottage—she isn't anywhere near building stages. She lets Wifies and Avatar know that Ken is back and declines Wifies' offer to visit further.

Now that she's seen them (it was them, she's pretty sure—they moved the door and she heard their footsteps), the fact they're avoiding her is startlingly more obvious. There's a fragment of Wato's chest that wants to be angry about that, but every time she replays that brief glimpse in her mind all her frustration turns back into clawing, lonely desperation. She didn't get a good enough look at them, but she thinks… When was the last time she saw Ken wide-eyed like that? It wasn't just surprise; they looked scared.

She tries to be mad, but she thinks about the End Barrens and what it did to her, and then she thinks about Ken. There hadn't been food, she remembers, and then she thinks about Ken. Wato had at least been able to death reset, but Ken hadn't died or returned to spawn once. What were they doing all that time, without a way to eat or regain health?

She doesn't bother texting them to ask, because she knows they won't answer. Ken comes back three days later, and this time Wato makes sure she's in her own room. There's a small tuft of unnatural yellow fur caught in her bed frame—Wato picks up the reminder, soft and physical between the pads of her fingers, and nearly sobs.

Ken always comes back at night, but Wato is never asleep when they do. Sometimes she stays up near the front door just to see them, and on the third time she does, Ken mutters a greeting (It's poetic, isn't it?) before vanishing up into their room again. Every time, Wato trembles with the barely-restrained urge to grab by the shoulders just to prove she can—she doesn't know what she'd do after that, though.

It's weird and tentative. Wato wouldn't even really call it peace. Ken is constantly skirting around the edges of her vision, and Wato doesn't turn her head for fear that if she looks at them directly the illusion will shatter. (She catches them in the morning light, once, on their way out—she notices how thin their wrists look. Ken has always been small, but have they always looked like that? Does Wato look any better?) Instead, her eyes are always just behind them, so she can see the way they interact with the world and remind herself that she isn't imagining them. She doesn't sleep in their room anymore, but she doesn't need to—those same yellow tufts of fur end up all over the cottage again. Ken takes cups out in the morning and leaves them out. They're tangible enough things that Wato doesn't feel like panicking every time Ken is out of her sight, and it's enough, for a little bit.

"Were you looking through my blueprints?"

She catches them in their makeshift kitchen, which is just where the furnaces are. Ken's tail puffs, flicks to the side, and then smooths out again. A few months ago, Wato would have laughed at them for being surprised by her voice. It's the first time she's addressed them directly in… a while now.

Between tufts of fur and moved cups, Wato notices the papers detailing her next project being shuffled like someone was flipping through them. She isn't upset, it was just…

"It looks good," says Ken. "I was just curious."

It was just unexpected. Sharing blueprints is something she wouldn't have thought twice about, before. Ken is always curious. Wato is the one who wants to wait in one place.

"Just good?" Wato asks. She sounds, unwittingly, like she's talking to a nervous stray, but only because Ken is treating her like one in kind. Ken has never called her puzzles just good. This is their art as much as it is hers—they always have something to say.

Ken hesitates. Their tail sways restlessly behind them. Say something, Wato wants to beg. I know you have thoughts. Say something. Don't leave me here.

"It looks good," Ken repeats. Wato supposes good is better than poetic.

Eventually, Wato can't procrastinate with just blueprints and small mockups anymore. She needs to start doing full prototypes, which comes with two more, slightly uncomfortable truths: she needs to leave her server with Ken to start building, and she needs playtesters. Normally, she wouldn't even have to ask Ken—often, Ken would just show up to whatever server she's building in unannounced and then refuse to explain how they got the IP. Now, though, when everything Ken offers her is through murmurs… She's not sure.

"You should just ask them," Wifies says. "If you aren't sure."

The void is easier to stomach than the End Barrens. Wato forgoes a dirt block in her design and replaces it with netherrack. She'll have to give the player a pickaxe to mine it, but if it's a wooden one that shouldn't allow them to get any blocks they aren't supposed to.

"I don't know," Wato says. "Maybe they just need to rest some more."

Not that Wato knows what Ken has been doing, outside the time she sees them at the cottage. It's been weeks, nearly a month, and Wato hasn't explained the End Barrens to anyone—Ken hasn't asked and Wato hasn't asked them either, and Wato doesn't even know how she would explain it to someone who wasn't there and didn't see what it was like.

"Are you just talking about the escape room?" Wifies voice drops, What happened to Ken? and Wato fumbles.

"What else would I be talking about?"

"I get the feeling," Wifies talks slow, like he's choosing his words very, very carefully, "that you two aren't talking much at all."

Wato erects a wall of bedrock. A voice in her head reminds her to be cognizant of the wall thickness, because there's access to a boat in a later room. People think they can get away with two, it says, but you actually need three layers to stop someone from phasing through.

"It's complicated," Wato settles on. It's ultimately not more complicated than the fact she created escape rooms for Wifies' evil creator who was also Wifies, but it sure feels that way—and isn't that so telling. Maybe Wifies thinks the same thing, because he raises a brow.

"I'm only making a suggestion, but it kind of sucks—watching you two like this."

Wato winces. Wifies is right, but…

Ken is back now, but it's so, so fragile. Wato imagines the conversation playing out, and she imagines saying the wrong thing, and Ken leaving and being gone for good this time. If Wato couldn't even convince them to stay with her before, how would she do it now? Is she even ready to share something like this with Ken again?

She thinks about saying I'll ask soon, but she doesn't want to make a promise she can't keep, especially not to Wifies. "I'll think about it," is what she settles on instead. As if she hasn't been thinking about it for months and months already.

Ken must realize she's started building. Wato can see that ever-present and rampant curiosity in the back of their eyes, but they don't say anything. Wato finds herself more and more unsure of what to make of things the longer it goes on. It hurts more to realize that they want to ask but won't—why? Why put them both through this? Why hover if they won't commit?

Wato climbs up to Ken's room and sits on their bed. Their blankets are rumpled and one of their pillows has fallen on the floor. She places herself on the edge of the mattress and waits.

She's banking on the idea that Ken even comes back tonight, but it seems like luck is on her side. The door to Ken's room swings open, and mismatched yellow and green eyes stare back at her in the light, wide and startled.

"Wato?"

"I started building a new escape room," she says, which is—okay, maybe not the most elegant start to the conversation, but the words tumble out as soon as she sees them. Ken furrows their brow and one of their ears flicks.

I need playtesters next. You're the best one I know. Wato imagines herself saying it. She can hear the words in her head in her voice, but they don't make it into the air. Ken stares at her for a long moment, before both their ears fall.

"That's… good, I–"

"Don't you want to be there?"

That isn't what she meant to say at all. Ken freezes, but Wato keeps talking—"Why don't you want to be there?"

"I do!" Ken's voice raises a pitch. They sound helpless. "I always want to–"

"No you don't. You don't always want to be there."

Ken hasn't moved, but Wato stands and starts to pace, shoes scuffing against the hardwood floor. She can feel their eyes tracking her, back and forth, until she asks again, "Why weren't you there? Where did you go, Ken?"

I missed you. I thought about you constantly. I miss you right now, where did you go? Were you okay? Are you okay? Wato doesn't ask and Ken doesn't say—Ken will never fold and Wato will always be left to pick up their discarded cards and try to make a hand. They just watch her. Wato inhales sharply, and Ken in kind makes a wet, choked-off noise.

"I didn't…" Ken tries—she can tell they're trying but she's so tired of it. They keep twitching like they're moments away from fleeing, and if they left again Wato would have no way to stop them again. She can't keep chasing the lie of permanence forever.

"Just go if you're going to go," she bites out. The words feel like a punch to her—she doesn't look at Ken to see how they take it. She turns towards the wall with no clue how long they stand there struggling, and she lets Ken disappear down the hall and then out the front door.

_Kenadian_ has left the game.

Wato doesn't make it to Ken's bed; she sinks to her knees on the floor and lets sobs wrack her body until exhaustion overtakes her.

She gets Parrot and Seawatt to playtest for her, instead. She thinks about asking Wifies, but she doesn't feel like enduring his concerned looks when he notices Ken isn't around. It goes smoothly, if dully. There are no sequence-breaking ways to glitch out of the map, and it's impossible to eliminate cheesing but it doesn't seem obnoxiously easy.

All she needs to do is decorate the winner's platform. No one is coming to playtest, so she doesn't bother checking the user list until paw-pad soft steps come from somewhere behind her. Part of her figured she'd never see Ken again—most of her still imagines this will be the last time.

"I didn't think you'd want to see me again," Ken says. Wato pauses. "After I left, and I laughed at you while doing it—I didn't think you'd…"

Ken swallows. "Leaving spawn was a bad idea. You were right."

"What happened, Ken?"

Ken laughs, but it's rueful and strained. Wato finally turns enough to see them run a hand through their hair.

"I just kept walking," Ken says, "I couldn't eat, because there was no food, so I just walked and walked. No structures, just dirt and Endermen and sometimes water, but never any fish—and I was just on half a heart, forever, and I couldn't die because dying would send me back."

"You could have come back," Wato argues. "Ken, I wanted you there—I wanted you to come back so bad it killed me."

Ken's expression twists up. Their chest heaves, and Wato's vision blurs in turn.

"I was too stubborn, I guess. I just– I just kept walking, and I never accomplished anything, and I was so tired but I had to keep walking. I couldn't come back empty-handed after how I treated you, and if I got to the Nether I could travel through there to get back to you faster, but," Ken's tail coils around their leg miserably. "I didn't make it. I was– was basically starving to death the whole time, and I couldn't regen health, so even falling a couple of blocks felt paralyzing. I don't know."

"Ken–"

"I want to be here, Wato, I promise. I didn't think it would—it was supposed to be a stupid challenge. I saw all your death messages, and when you got the Nether, and when you– you– but I didn't– I'm sorry. Wato, I'm sorry."

At the first sign of tears, Wato lurches forward. Ken hits the floor and Wato goes with them, burying her nose in Ken's soft hair and squeezing her eyes shut. Ken's claws dig into her back, but they're real and alive and here.

"I just wanted to know you were okay," Wato croaks. "It was just… the same thing every day, waiting for something to happen, and it was so lonely. And then the server was gone, but you still weren't there–"

"I'm sorry," Ken whines. Wato tucks their head under her chin. "I didn't want to upset you."

"It was so, so lonely," she echoes, again, a little hollow. "Did you hallucinate, too?"

Ken sniffs, "What?"

Despite everything, Wato laughs. "I started to– I guess I just couldn't handle being on my own, so I started hallucinating. I thought Wifies was there—don't tell him. I haven't told him."

Ken's hair is wet with her tears, but they only press in closer. Wato idly starts to run a hand along Ken's ears—she only realizes now how unkempt their fur is, and when she reaches a hand up to her own ear, it feels the same way.

"I won't tell," Ken promises. "I'm sorry, Wato."

"It's okay," and she means it. She can't remember the last time she felt this okay. Ken remains a warm, shuddering weight in her arms—and it's okay. It's okay. Wato squeezes them tight one more time before pulling back to look at their face.

"Let's just go home, alright?"

She'll finish the winner's platform later, but she'll probably ask Ken to do a run-through of the room before she finalizes it. For now, they reconnect to their server; Ken takes Wato's hand and pulls her into their house. Wato crawls into Ken's bed and Ken settles in next to her, curls their tail around her leg and presses their face into her shoulder as their chest rumbles with slightly uneven purrs, and it's okay. They're both okay.

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

The Morning After | Sebastian Sallow x OC #42

i stayed up way too late writing this last night

i didn't have this chapter pre-planned in the plot, but after reading comments on the last chapter, i think it only makes sense to include a bit more about what happened the morning after the ball :) i hope y'all enjoy heh (fr im so tired so i hope this is good)

Summary: Sebastian and Evangeline wake up together and share a few intimate revelations.

Words: ~7,100

Tags: Not-Quite-Dating, Will They Won't They, Fluff, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Longing, Unspoken Feelings, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Romance, Idiots in Love, Soft Moments, Mentions of Smut, Sebastian is a SIMP

Timeline: Late March

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Sebastian woke to warmth pressed against his side that sent a wave of disorientation through him. His eyelids felt heavy, the familiar dim glow of the Undercroft around him grounding him as he blinked awake. Then it hit him—the weight draped over his chest, the quiet, rhythmic sound of her breathing.

Evangeline.

She was still asleep, curled against him like she belonged there. The events of the night before came rushing back: the Equinox Ball, her radiant figure in that green dress, the way her laughter had lit up the room. And later, the kiss on his cheek, her whispered words about how she wouldn’t have wanted to go with anyone else. His chest tightened at the memory.

He exhaled quietly, careful not to disturb her. The last thing he wanted was to move and ruin this—this perfect moment where she was still here, still pressed against him, so close he could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her pajamas. His arm was draped over her waist, his hand resting precariously close to her ass. He realized he must have pulled her closer in his sleep, and now he couldn’t bring himself to let go.

She smelled faintly of her perfume, her hair spilling across the pillow and brushing his neck. Her long, dark lashes rested against her cheeks, her expression softer than he was used to seeing. No fire, no teasing smirk, just Evangeline as she was—beautiful and unguarded. His gaze lingered on her lips, slightly parted, and he swallowed hard, trying to look away.

But it was impossible not to notice everything about her. The camisole she wore had slipped slightly, the thin strap hanging loosely off her shoulder. Her skin looked so soft in the dim light, and his fingers itched to touch her, to see if her skin was as smooth as it looked.

It wasn't just her shoulder, though. Every part of her was impossibly soft, from the slight swell of her stomach that she always seemed intent on hiding, to the curve of her thighs, to the fullness of her chest pressed against his side. His mind wandered to the way her dress had clung to her last night, perfectly hugging every part of her she seemed so self-conscious about. She had spent the entire evening fidgeting with the fabric, tugging at it as though it wasn't doing exactly what it should: showing her off.

And Merlin, did she have to wear those pajamas? The camisole was thin and barely there, the shorts loose but short enough that they left very little to his imagination. Not that his imagination needed much help, especially not when she was lying so close.

His arm tightened just slightly around her waist, his hand brushing the curve of her hip, and he froze, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as desire surged through him, pooling between his legs.

She was everything he didn’t quite have and yet, she was all he'd ever wanted. Her softness drove him mad, the gentle dips and curves of her body that she tried so hard to downplay. Didn't she know how maddeningly beautiful she was? Didn't she know how good she looked, how good she would feel under his hands, under him?

The thought sent heat racing through him, and he cursed himself silently, trying to will it away. But it was impossible not to think about it. She was right here. He thought about how perfectly she fit against him, how easily she seemed to melt into his side, and he couldn't stop his mind from wandering—wondering how she would feel if he pinned her beneath him, if her hands tangled in his hair, if she arched up into him, her body yielding completely to his.

His stomach tightened painfully, and he let out a quiet, shaky breathe, reminding himself that she was his best friend; his Evangeline. The same Evangeline who trusted him enough to fall asleep beside him like this, her guard completely down.

But she wasn't just his best friend, was she? Not anymore. Not after what happened in the Prefect’s bathroom.

His chest tightened at the memory, heat flooding his veins as he recalled the moment she’d slid out of the steaming bath and onto the tile behind him. He'd imagined her skin flushed from the heat, her dark hair damp and sticking to her shoulders, and her hands—Merlin, her hands—had been in his hair. He’d been so acutely aware of every brush of her fingers, every shift of her body against his back, the soft press of her thighs against his shoulders.

He’d told himself it wasn’t anything—it was just two friends sharing a moment of comfort after a long day. But deep down... he’d known that it was something more. And so had she.

Then there was last night, where she’d looked like she belonged in another world entirely. That dress, that laugh, the way her eyes had lingered on him like he was the only one in the room. The way his heart had thundered when she'd leaned in close, the faint brush of her lips against his cheek setting every nerve in his body alight. And certainly not with the way she felt now, utterly irresistible in his arms.

He clenched his jaw, forcing his eyes shut. This was torture—sweet, exquisite torture.

And she had no idea, did she? No idea how deeply she’d undone him over the past two years, how every laugh, every touch, every look had burned into him.

But then she shifted slightly, her arm brushing his chest as she murmured something in her sleep. Sebastian’s stomach tightened, desire flaring low in his body. For Merlin’s sake, he needed to think about something else—anything else—or he was going to lose his mind.

Sebastian sighed and tried to shift his focus. He counted the faint, flickering light from the braziers in the Undercroft, let his eyes wander to the familiar stone walls, tried to think of anything other than how good she felt curled into him. But it was no use. Every breath she took, every soft sound she made, pulled his attention right back to her.

And Merlin help him, she moved again.

Just a small shift, her legs brushing his as she tucked herself closer, her nose burying slightly into his chest. He felt her hips press more firmly against him, and he stiffened, every nerve in his body screaming at him to stay still.

But then he heard it. A soft hum escaping her lips as she blinked her eyes open, her lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. She shifted her head, tilting her face up toward him, and when her gaze met his, the world seemed to stop.

"Sebastian?" Her voice was soft and groggy, her brows furrowing slightly as she took him in. "You're awake already?"

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to return her smile despite the heat still coursing through his veins. "Morning, sleepyhead," he murmured, his voice lower than he intended. "Sleep well?"

She nodded, her smile growing as she stretched slightly, her body pressing against his in ways that made him want to groan. She didn't seem to notice—or if she did, she didn't say anything. "I did. You make a decent pillow."

Sebastian huffed out a quiet laugh, though his mind was reeling. He tried to focus on her words, on anything other than the fact that her body was positioned so intimately against him, her scent enveloping him and driving him to distraction.

"You're staring," she said, her tone teasing but her cheeks flushing faintly.

"Can you blame me?" The words slipped out before Sebastian could stop them, and her eyes widened slightly. "I mean-" He cleared his throat, trying to backtrack. "You, uh, look different when you're not threatening to hex me."

Her laugh was quiet but genuine, and it sent a rush of warmth through him. "Different how?"

Sebastian hesitated, his mind scrambling for an answer that wouldn’t reveal the absolute mess of feelings currently overwhelming him.

“Just… relaxed, softer,” he said finally. His eyes flicked over her face, drinking in every detail. “Not that you don’t always look good—because you do. It’s just… different when you’re not smirking at me like you’re plotting my demise.”

Her cheeks darkened at the compliment, but she didn’t look away. Instead, her lips quirked into a faint smile, and she tilted her head. “That’s because I’m too tired to plot anything right now. Give me a few hours.”

He smirked, grateful for the teasing, but it did little to distract him from how she seemed to be studying him, her hazel eyes searching his face like she was trying to read his mind. He held his breath, unsure of what she might find, unsure if she could see the raw longing that he was barely keeping in check. Then, to his relief—and slight frustration—she dropped her gaze, her fingers idly playing with the edge of her camisole strap.

Sebastian’s eyes followed her fingers, his own fingers itching to follow. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull the strap back up, shielding the creamy skin of her shoulder and collarbone from his view, or if he wanted to give in to the darker temptation to pull it down further, to reveal the soft, tantalizing curves he’d only ever dared to imagine.

And oh, how he’d imagined.

It wasn’t just last night, though her dress had left so little to the imagination that his thoughts had been impossible to control. No, he’d spent years wondering, picturing what she might look like beneath her robes or a gown like that. Not that he’d ever dared to stare (at least, not so conspicuously), but he wasn’t blind. He couldn’t be around her without noticing how round her hips were, how squishable her ass looked, how generous her breasts were.

His gaze dipped lower, drawn almost against his will to the cleavage dipping into her camisole. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his heart hammering in his chest.

What would they feel like? His mind betrayed him with the question. What would her breasts feel like in his hands? They looked so soft, so full—how far would they spread out beyond his palms? Would her skin feel as warm and smooth as he imagined?

A sharp pulse of heat shot through him again, and he had to shift slightly, turning his hips away from her to hide the growing evidence of his reaction. He bit the inside of his cheek hard, trying to focus on something else. Grindylows... detention... bubotuber pus...

"Sebastian?" Her voice jolted him back to the present, and he blinked, his gaze snapping to her face. She was looking at him curiously, her head tilted slightly.

“Hm?” he managed, his voice hoarse.

“You’re being quiet,” she said, her brow arching slightly. “Usually, you’d be running your mouth by now.”

“Just tired,” he said quickly, forcing a lopsided grin. “You kept me awake all night, y’know.”

Her brow furrowed, and she gave him an incredulous look. “What?” she said, scoffing as she propped herself up slightly on one elbow. “How?! I don’t snore.”

“You’re right,” he said, his grin widening as he latched onto the distraction. “You don’t snore. But you do talk in your sleep.”

Her eyes widened. “I do not!” she protested, her voice indignant but laced with a hint of nervous laughter. “You’re making that up.”

“Oh, I wish I were,” Sebastian teased, his grin turning devilish as he leaned back slightly, enjoying the way she flustered so easily. “You were mumbling all sorts of things. Something about cauldrons… and maybe a Hippogriff? Honestly, it was hard to remember. You were rambling.”

She gasped, her mouth dropping open in outrage as she swatted at his chest. “Liar! I do not talk about cauldrons in my sleep.”

“And how exactly would you know?” he countered, his tone light and teasing. “Next time, I’ll have to take notes.”

Her laughter faded and she flopped back down beside him, her head resting on the pillow as she turned to face him again. Her hair spilled over her shoulder, and her expression softened, the teasing glint in her eyes replaced by something quieter, more contemplative.

“Do I really talk in my sleep?” she asked, her voice softer now, almost shy.

Sebastian hesitated for a beat, caught off guard by the shift in her tone. He could have kept teasing her, but something about the way she looked at him—her eyes wide and curious, her face just inches from his—made him want to be honest.

“Not last night,” he admitted finally. “You do sometimes, but I really don’t mind at all. It’s… you have a nice voice, even if you’re mumbling about cauldrons.”

Sebastian watched as her cheeks flushed deeper, the soft pink spreading all the way to her ears. She didn’t respond immediately, her gaze flickering downward as if she was too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

He thought she might let the conversation drop, but then, after a moment, she glanced up at him again, her expression almost shy.

“Did… any of the other girls you’ve spent the night with talk in their sleep?” she asked quietly.

The question caught him completely off guard. His chest tightened, and for a brief, panicked moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

Eventually, he let out a soft sigh, his voice lower when he finally spoke. “Honestly? I rarely stayed the night with anyone,” he told her, his brow furrowing slightly as he met her gaze. “It only happened a few times, and even then, I was usually so passed out I wouldn’t have noticed if they’d recited the entire potions textbook in their sleep.”

He tried for a small, self-deprecating smirk, but the truth of it weighed heavier than he’d expected. “And I didn’t… stick around in the mornings, either. I didn’t exactly care enough to.”

Evangeline didn’t respond immediately, and that silence was somehow worse than her saying something judgmental or dismissive. Instead, she just looked at him, her hazel eyes narrowed as though she was weighing his words. Her expression was unreadable, and it set his nerves on edge. What was she thinking? Was she disappointed? He hated not knowing.

“What about you?” he asked abruptly, his voice laced with a nervous edge he tried to mask. “Did Alaric or Lysander or… anyone else you might have been with have any silly sleeping habits? Snoring, kicking in their sleep…?”

The question slipped out before he could stop himself, and the moment the words were out, he regretted them. Just the thought of her being with someone else sent a sharp, bitter twist through his stomach, and he couldn’t quite mask the tension in his voice.

Evangeline blinked at him, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. Then her expression softened, and she tilted her head slightly, studying him. “Sebastian I… I’ve never spent the night with anyone else.”

He stared at her, trying to process what she’d just said, the implications swirling in his mind. No Alaric, no Lysander, no nameless faces to torment his imagination. No one else. No one had ever held her like this, seen her like this, woken up next to her like this. Just… him.

“Really?” he blurted.

Evangeline’s cheeks flushed a deeper pink, and she looked away, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the pillow. “Don’t let it go to your head or something.”

“I’m not,” he said quickly, though he knew he absolutely was. He just… hadn’t expected that. He didn’t know what he expected her to say, but it wasn’t that.

A rush of emotions swept through him—relief, pride, possessiveness. And, beneath it all, the overwhelming realization that she had chosen to share this with him. That she trusted him enough to admit it.

“I just—” He hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “I guess I just assumed…”

Evangeline swallowed hard, clearly flustered by the direction the conversation had taken. Her fingers twisted in the edge of the pillowcase, and she hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“I mean… when I was with Alaric,” she began, her words slow and deliberate, “I did… spend time at his flat in the evenings. And yes, we were… intimate. Not all the way of course.” She paused, her gaze flickering to him briefly before she looked away again, clearly uneasy. “But I never stayed over. Not once.”

Sebastian felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. He already knew—or at least, he’d always assumed—that she’d been with Alaric in that way. It wasn’t as though it was a secret, and it wasn’t like he had any right to feel hurt about it. He’d been snogging half the girls in school while she’d been with Alaric, for Merlin’s sake. He wasn’t exactly one to throw stones.

And yet, hearing her say it, hearing her admit it aloud, still hurt. It was a dull, aching kind of pain, low in his chest, a mix of jealousy and something else he couldn’t quite name. He forced himself to breathe, to push past the initial wave of emotion and focus on what she was actually saying.

Because she wasn’t saying it to hurt him. If anything, the way her voice wavered slightly, the way she avoided his gaze, made it clear that this wasn’t easy for her to admit. She wasn’t being petty or vindictive—she was just… being honest. And he had no right to fault her for that. Not when he’d been anything but perfect himself.

He nodded slowly, his throat tight. “And… what was it like?” The words slipped out before he could stop them, quiet but steady. His throat tightened as he realized what he’d said, but he didn’t backtrack. “With Alaric, I mean. When you were together.”

Evangeline froze, her eyes snapping up to meet his, wide and startled. Her flush deepened to a vivid red, and she blinked at him like she wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly.

Sebastian winced inwardly, but he couldn’t bring himself to take the question back. He knew it was a terrible idea to ask, knew he was setting himself up for pain—but the curiosity burned in his chest, sharp and insistent. He needed to know. He wasn’t sure why, exactly. Maybe because the idea of her with Alaric—kissing him, touching him, trusting him—had haunted him for so long. Or maybe because he just wanted to understand her better, to know the things she had shared with someone else, so he could imagine how he might make her feel if he ever got the chance.

Evangeline hesitated. She looked torn, as though she wanted to change the subject entirely but also felt compelled to answer. Finally, after a long pause, she exhaled softly, her gaze dropping to the space between them.

“Honestly… it was nice,” she admitted, her voice quiet but steady. “He was very respectful, very patient. And I’m glad for that, I guess. That my first experience was with someone I felt comfortable with at the time. I’ve heard enough horror stories from other girls to know it could’ve been much worse.”

Sebastian clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay silent, though every word sent another sharp twist through his chest. He hated how jealous he felt, hated the image of Alaric being the one to share that kind of intimacy with her, even though he knew he had no right to feel that way.

But then her expression changed, a flicker of something darker crossing her face. “It’s tainted now, of course,” she continued, her voice quieter. “After what he did to me—how he betrayed me. It makes it hard to look back on anything we shared without feeling… bitter.”

Sebastian’s chest tightened further, anger flaring briefly at the reminder of what Alaric had done, but before he could speak, she shook her head and pressed on.

“Even when we were courting, though,” she said, her blush deepening, “I started to realize that we weren’t exactly… compatible.”

That caught his attention. His curiosity burned even hotter now, the need to understand what she meant overriding the jealousy that still lingered in the back of his mind. “Not compatible?” he echoed, his voice low and careful. “What do you mean?”

Evangeline froze again, her blush spreading to her neck and ears. She looked utterly mortified, her lips parting as though she wanted to answer but couldn’t find the words.

“I-I mean…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… Alaric was very… nice. And that’s not a bad thing, but…” She trailed off, her eyes darting away from him as she bit her lip.

Sebastian’s pulse quickened. “But?”

Evangeline groaned softly, burying her face in her hands for a moment before peeking at him through her fingers; she looked thoroughly embarrassed. “Do you really need to know?” she asked, her voice muffled.

“Yes,” Sebastian said instantly, surprising even himself with the force of his answer.

She groaned again. After a long pause, she finally dropped her hands, though she still couldn’t quite meet his eyes. “Fine,” she muttered. “It’s just… Alaric was nice, but… too nice, you know? And I think I realized pretty quickly that I didn’t find him… dominant enough.”

The words hung in the air between them, and Sebastian felt like he’d been struck by lightning.

“Dominant enough,” he repeated, his voice rougher than he intended, his gaze locked on her. She nodded quickly, even as she avoided his eyes.

Sebastian's breath hitched, his throat tightening as her words sank in, reverberating through him like a shockwave. He hadn’t been expecting that—hadn’t even dared to hope for it—and yet, the revelation hit him square in the chest, leaving him reeling. He fought to keep his expression neutral, but the effort was futile. A wave of heat surged through him, sharp and all-consuming, making it impossible to ignore the visceral response her admission provoked.

Satisfaction swelled within him, dark and possessive, coiling tightly in his chest like a serpent. The thought that she needed more, that she needed someone who could take control, ignited something primal in him. She hadn’t found that with Alaric. No, Alaric had been too soft, too hesitant, too unwilling to step up and meet her where she needed to be.

But with him?

Sebastian clenched his jaw, his fists tightening against the mattress as the thought unfurled in his mind, unbidden and undeniable. With him, it would be different. He could give her what she craved. He could challenge her, match her fire with his own, and take her to places she’d never even dreamed of.

He couldn’t stop imagining it now—her, soft and pliant beneath him, her lips parted in surrender, her body arching into his as she gave herself over completely, as she submitted to him. He swallowed hard, fighting to keep his composure as his gaze flicked over her flushed face.

The idea of someone as fiercely independent and headstrong as Evangeline yielding to him, trusting him, letting him guide her… it made the heat pooling low in his stomach almost unbearable.

Realizing he’d been silent too long, Sebastian let out a soft chuckle, though the sound slightly strained. “Honestly,” he managed, “it sounds like Alaric just didn’t know what he was doing.”

Evangeline’s eyes narrowed, her lips twitching like she was trying not to smile. “Don’t be an ass,” she muttered, though there was no real bite in her words.

Sebastian smirked. “What? I’m just saying, if he couldn’t keep up with you, that’s his problem, not yours.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue, and the sight sent another wave of heat through him. He leaned back slightly, his smirk softening into something warmer, more genuine.

“Seriously, Evie,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter. “You deserve someone who gets you. Someone who can give you what you need.”

Evangeline paused, her blush spreading all the way to the tips of her ears as she seemed to consider his words. Her hazel eyes flicked toward him briefly, then darted away, but there was something playful in her expression, a glimmer of mischief that immediately set Sebastian on edge—in the best and worst way.

“Yeah,” she said finally, her voice still soft but tinged with something more teasing. “But… whoever it is would need to be able to handle a bit of a brat.”

Sebastian froze, his mind grinding to a halt as her words sank in.

She kept going, clearly not realizing the damage she was doing. “Just because I want to be dominated doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy for them. I’m not exactly the type to just… roll over and—”

The second the words were out of her mouth, her eyes went wide, and she clapped her hands over her mouth so fast it made a faint smack. “I—” she started to stammer through her fingers, her face blazing red. “I didn’t mean—! I wasn’t trying to—!”

Sebastian, meanwhile, could feel his soul leaving his body. He couldn’t stop the loud, disbelieving laugh that escaped him as he flipped back onto the mattress, his arm draped over his face as he tried to process what she’d just said.

It was as though the world had shifted on its axis, and he wasn’t sure he could handle it. His mind conjured images he had no business imagining—images of Evangeline challenging him, teasing him, deliberately pushing his buttons until he put her in her place. Images of her giving in, her body completely open beneath him, all the fight melting away as she finally surrendered.

“Holy fuck, Evie,” he groaned, his voice rough and strained.

Evangeline peeked at him through her fingers, her blush now so deep it had spread to her neck and ears. “I didn’t mean to say that!” she said quickly, her voice high-pitched and defensive. “It just slipped out!”

“Well, you can’t exactly put it back!” Sebastian exclaimed, his voice muffled by the crook of his arm. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at her, afraid that if he did, he might actually combust. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to die right here, right now.”

Evangeline let out a mortified laugh, though it sounded more like a strangled squeak. “You’re not going to die,” she muttered, “You’re being dramatic.”

Sebastian finally moved his arm, glancing at her with wide, incredulous eyes. “I’m being dramatic?” he repeated, his voice incredulous. “You just admitted that you’re a brat who wants to be dominated in bed, and I’m being dramatic?”

She groaned, burying her face in her hands again, but this time, there was a hint of laughter in the sound. “Sebastian, stop,” she pleaded, her voice muffled.

Sebastian let out a shaky breath, dragging both hands through his hair like it might somehow clear the absolute onslaught of images flooding his mind. “I can’t stop, Evie,” he said finally, his voice low and strained, almost like a growl. “How am I supposed to stop when you just casually say something so—you can’t just… say things like that and expect me to carry on like a normal person.”

Evangeline peeked out from behind her fingers again, her cheeks blazing but her eyes glinting with something like nervous amusement. “I said it by accident, it’s not like-“ She cut herself off, groaning again as she buried her face in her hands. “Oh my God, I hate you.”

Sebastian’s lips twitched, and despite the chaos in his head—and the heat pooling low in his stomach—he couldn’t help the smirk that curved his mouth. “You don’t hate me,” he said smoothly, leaning back against the headboard and crossing his arms, his tone almost teasing. “You’re just embarrassed because now I know your deepest, darkest secret.”

She shot him a glare from between her fingers, her voice sharp despite her clear mortification. “It’s not my deepest, darkest secret.”

“Oh?” Sebastian arched an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he tilted his head, feigning casual curiosity. “So there’s more?”

Her eyes widened, and she immediately turned away, smacking him with a pillow as she let out a strangled laugh. “Sebastian, I swear to Merlin, if you don’t shut up—”

“You’ll what?” he challenged, grabbing the pillow mid-swing and tossing it aside. He leaned closer, his grin equal parts playful and wicked as he watched her squirm. “Come on, Evie. You know you can’t threaten me now. Not when I’ve just learned the most important piece of information about you.”

She rolled her eyes, groaning as she flopped back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. “This is the worst day of my life,” she muttered, though the laughter in her voice betrayed her.

Sebastian laughed, the sound low and warm as he lay back beside her, his head turned just enough to watch her face. For all her embarrassment, there was something endearing about the way she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt and avoided his gaze. She looked… vulnerable, in a way he rarely saw, and it sent a pang through his chest that had nothing to do with lust.

“Hey,” he said softly after a moment, his voice losing its teasing edge. When she glanced at him, her brows furrowed slightly, he smiled—small and genuine. “For what it’s worth… I don’t think it’s embarrassing. I think it’s… it’s a good thing. That you know what you want.”

Evangeline hesitated before she gave him a small, almost shy smile, her voice soft. “Thanks."

But then something shifted in her expression—a spark of mischief, a glimmer of payback. Sebastian’s instincts flared, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing trouble brewing.

“You know,” she began, her voice deceptively sweet, “since you’re clearly so… experienced, with all your late-night escapades…” She trailed off, her eyes glinting with amusement as she watched his smirk falter slightly.

“Evie…” he warned, but she was already leaning in, her confidence growing as she continued.

“It’s only fair you share with the class,” she said innocently, tilting her head in mock curiosity. “I mean, you clearly know what you want, right?"

Sebastian’s brain stalled, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to come up with a response. “That’s… not—”

“Come on, Sebastian,” she teased, her tone practically dripping with mockery. “Surely you’ve figured it out by now. What’s your preference?”

His face heated, and he shot her a glare, but the way she was looking at him—equal parts smug and curious—only made it worse.

“Oh, don’t be shy,” she pressed, clearly enjoying herself. “You were the one prying into my preferences not two minutes ago. I think it’s only fair."

Sebastian groaned, flopping back against the headboard and covering his face with his hands. “I can’t believe this is happening."

Evangeline just grinned wider, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. “So? What is it, Sebastian? What do you want?”

What do I want? The answer burned in his chest, too raw, too real to say out loud. Evie, I want you. The thought hit him like a hammer every time he looked at her, every time she laughed, every time she pushed him in ways no one else ever dared to. He wanted her. All of her—her sharp wit, her fierce independence, her vulnerability when she let her guard down. And now, knowing what she needed, what she craved… it made the wanting unbearable.

But he couldn’t tell her that. Not now. Not like this.

Sebastian let his hands drop, his gaze locking onto hers as he leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low, teasing drawl. “What I want,” he began, his eyes glinting with something that made her smile falter slightly, “is for you to stop asking me such personal questions.”

Her jaw dropped, and she let out an indignant laugh, smacking his arm with the pillow. “You’re such an ass."

Sebastian chuckled, leaning back and raising his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, you asked for it,” he said, his grin returning. “Besides, do you really think I’m going to spill all my secrets just because you’re curious?”

"Yes," she replied without hesitation, her grin widening as she tilted her head at him, feigning an innocent expression that didn’t fool him for a second.

Sebastian held her gaze, his heart pounding as he considered his next words. He couldn’t tell her everything—not yet—but he could give her something. Just enough to satisfy her curiosity without giving himself away completely.

“Fine, fine. I want... someone who challenges me, who doesn’t just let me win for the sake of it. Someone who can keep up with me,” he said finally. “But someone who knows when to let me lead. Someone who trusts me enough to give me that.” He leaned forward slightly, his tone dropping lower. "It shouldn't surprise you Evie that I like to... be in control."

Evangeline blinked, her cheeks darkening again as his words sank in. She looked flustered, and it sent a surge of satisfaction through him. “That’s…” she started, but her voice trailed off, and she looked away, biting her lip.

“That’s what?” Sebastian pressed, his grin softening but his gaze intent.

Sebastian’s gaze stayed locked on her as she fidgeted. She was quiet now, her sharp wit momentarily dulled, and he could practically see the gears turning in her head. He watched her carefully, the way her fingers twisted in the hem of her shirt, the way her teeth sank into her bottom lip. She wasn’t just flustered—she was thinking.

And he knew exactly what was going through her mind, because it was the same thing that had hit him like a thunderclap just a moment ago: they were a perfect match.

The realization was written all over her face, even if she wouldn’t say it out loud. She’d always been so fiercely independent, so determined to handle everything on her own, but now, after their conversation, after everything that had been said and left unsaid, he could see her piecing it together. The way he balanced her, the way she challenged him. The way they fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle that had always been meant to slot into place.

And Sebastian knew. He knew she was thinking it because things between them had long since crossed the line of friendship. They’d been toeing that line for weeks—carefully, cautiously, as though afraid to look too closely at what lay on the other side. And yet, here they were, waking up side by side, after everything that had happened last night.

Now, as the dim light of the Undercroft cast soft shadows over her face, her crimson blush betrayed her thoughts, painting across her cheeks and down her neck. Her lips pressed together in that familiar way, a telltale sign she was holding back, her mind clearly whirring as she tried to contain whatever had risen to the surface. But Sebastian could see it—could feel it, in the charged air between them.

She knew. Just as well as he did. Things weren’t just friends anymore.

But he couldn’t say it either. He couldn’t speak it into existence, couldn’t give voice to the raw, overwhelming truth that had settled in his chest like a heavy weight. Couldn't name this thing between them and risk breaking it. Because that meant risking her. And that was something Sebastian couldn't bear.

For over two years, she had been his constant—his anchor in the storm of his own reckless choices and the darkness that had threatened to swallow him whole. When everything else had crumbled around him, she had stood by his side. She had been his light in the darkness, his reason to keep fighting even when he felt like giving up.

And because of that, he’d convinced himself that she could never want more from him than what they already had. How could she? She deserved better. Better than someone who had made so many mistakes, who carried so much guilt and regret, who still struggled to forgive himself for the things he’d done. Someone who didn’t have so much darkness lingering just beneath the surface.

But then, she sighed softly, the sound pulling his attention back to her like a magnet. Her hands rested in her lap now and her expression had softened. She wasn’t teasing anymore, wasn’t trying to hide behind sarcasm or banter. She looked… vulnerable. Open. And it made his heart ache all the more.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked quietly.

Sebastian hesitated, his throat tight. He wanted to tell her. Wanted to say everything that was clawing at his chest, threatening to spill over. But instead, he forced a small, crooked smile and shrugged. “Nothing,” he said lightly.

Evangeline’s brows furrowed slightly, her hazel eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Liar,” she said softly, her voice laced with both teasing and concern. “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?” Sebastian asked, feigning innocence as he leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest.

She tilted her head, studying him intently. “The one where you’re overthinking something and trying really hard not to say it,” she replied matter-of-factly. “And you’re terrible at hiding it, by the way.”

Sebastian chuckled, though it sounded hollow even to his own ears. “Am I?” he said, trying to deflect, “Maybe I just have a lot on my mind. You’re exhausting, you know.”

Evangeline didn’t laugh this time. Instead, she leaned forward slightly, her expression softening as she reached out, her hand brushing lightly against his arm. “Sebastian,” she said quietly, her voice gentle but firm. “You can tell me. Whatever it is.”

His breath caught, and for a moment, he couldn’t look at her. “I know."

He reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers as her intertwined them. She startled slightly, her eyes snapping to his, but she didn’t pull away. Her fingers stilled, and for a moment, the air between them was charged with something heavy, something unspoken but undeniable.

Sebastian swallowed hard, his voice soft when he finally spoke. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?”

Evangeline blinked, her lips parting slightly as she stared at him. She looked like she wanted to say something, but whatever it was, she held it back. Instead, she gave him a small, almost hesitant nod. “I know,” she said quietly.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice rougher than he intended. “Just… don’t forget it.”

For a moment, they simply sat there, the silence between them heavy but not uncomfortable. Her hand was still in his, her fingers warm and steady.

He forced a small smile and leaned back against the headboard, his thumb brushing idly over the back of her hand. “You know,” he said lightly, trying to inject some levity into his tone, “for someone who claims this is the worst day of their life, you’re awfully content to sit here holding my hand.”

"More than content." She said softly, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at her lips as her fingers shifted slightly in his grip,

Sebastian’s heart stumbled in his chest, the words hitting him harder than they should have. She wasn’t teasing, wasn’t trying to hide behind her usual sharp humor. She was just… honest. Simple and raw in a way that felt so much more intimate than anything else she could have said. It was devastating.

The quiet between them stretched out again, but this time it was warm, comfortable. Sebastian let his gaze wander, studying the curve of her profile, the way her lips parted ever so slightly as she exhaled. There were so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to tell her, but the words caught in his throat, heavy and unyielding.

What was between them now—it was fragile, delicate, like a string pulled taut, vibrating with unspoken truth. If he spoke, if he gave voice to everything he felt, everything he wanted… what if it snapped? What if he ruined the one thing that had kept him steady all this time?

He’d always been reckless, impulsive, diving headfirst into things without thinking about the consequences. But this—her—he couldn’t risk it.

So he convinced himself—tried to convince himself—that this, whatever this unspoken thing was between them, was enough.

It had to be enough.

Because even if he couldn’t have all of her—even if he couldn’t claim her in the way his heart ached to—he still had this. Her hand in his. Her laughter filling the silence. Her warmth beside him as the rest of the world faded away.

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[bluewolfangel01]

How would the brothers act during an argument?? Have a good day btw :3

Thank you anon, hope you have a good day too

Brothers during an Arguement

I feel like there's 2 levels of how they'll act depending on what happened; the "I'm going to kill you" where they'll rough up each other like typical siblings, or the "I'm going to kill you" where they'll leave whichever brother offended them on death's door

We often see Mammon owing Levi either money or something else for example, that's a typical siblings quarrel, the result of which is either Mammon doing a favor for Levi, Levi choosing a punishment for Mammon, or if it gets to the point where it's disturbing everyone else in the HoL Lucifer is going to intervene and string them both up

Such other examples include: Beel eating all the food in the house, misfired prank devised by the Anti-Lucifer League, destorying/stealing a personal item, etc

Now Satan may be the avatar of wrath but when any of the brothers get truly pissed off, it's hard to tell who's the true avatar of wrath

They can get so beyond angry, so beyond pissed, their aura can and will become so fear inducing that even Mc can't help but be scared of their beloved demons if there's ever a "I'm going to kill you" type arguement

Of course one of them must have done something almost unforgivable for any of the brothers to get to that level of pure wrath, except for Satan of course, he's a ticking time bomb but he's ours :)

Lucifer: any arguement he's apart of (where he didn't have to intervene in the first place) is typically because one of his brothers didn't listen to him, a more destructive than typically Anti-Lucifer League prank is pulled, or his belongings are messed with

Mammon: ... it's Mammon, almost any arguement he's apart of is because of money to some form or another, if it doesn't involve money then the next likelihood is that he's had enough of being called a scumbag or some variation of degrading name

Levithan: the topic, most of the time, involves his otaku collection, whether he's being hindered from getting more stuff to add to the collection, it's been defaced to any capacity, or it's been sh!t talked to such an extent that Levi can't help but to defend it with all his might

Satan: everything and anything, it's Satan, though if you want to get a bit more specific the topics might typically be the brothers being loud, a Lucifer prank gone wrong, or his book was damaged

Asmodeus: he'll probably get into an arguement if one of the brothers messes with his room, his clothes, his makeup, his beauty/self care routine, his chance to get with a potential partner, stuff like that

Beelzebub: he's not one to get mad or into arguements easily but if he does it's because of something like one of the brothers ate something he had his name on, one of the brothers picking on Belphie (mainly when Belphie isn't in the mood/isn't doing okay) ... I'm going to be honest I can't think of much Beel would get into a fight about rn

Belphegor: He'll typically get into a fight because the brothers are being to loud for his liking, for some reason or another the brothers stop him from sleeping for an extended period, or he's to tired to deal with the brothers' schemes/shenanigans

Im dealing with a bit of writer's block so the ideas started to fizzle out towards the end there. Sorry for taking a bit to answer your ask

[tea-and-secrets]

i may be hallucinating and/or misremembering this, but when polls first became a thing on here, i remember that one of the first ones i saw was "would you rather find one thousand cockroaches in your attic, or a human being?" with just those two answers, no nuance. and the results of the poll itself were almost unanimously "one thousand cockroaches" but all of the reblogs/replies/tags were like, weirdly bad-good faith arguments? idk how to describe it. everyone in the reblogs/replies/tags was like "*gasp* if i found a person in my attic i would think they were a dispossessed waif, and i would feed and clothe them" and "how could you be so heartless as to not care for the human being in need in your attic????" like it was a kind of virtue signaling that ive never seen before or since. it may have been a bad dream. or maybe it was real and people will think im evil for sending this. or maybe i just need to cultivate my dash differently. because im technically all for squatters rights and that shit but like im sorry. if you own a private home and presumably keep track of who enters/exits it in SOME vague way even, like the person in the attic is more disturbing than the cockroaches. there is a genuine reason people woould prefer the coockroaches. or even if you live an apartment with an attic (for some reason) like you dont want there to be a person up there. if its a SHARED attic maybe but like. i can promise you if you found a person in your attic, who should not have a way to access it but has somehow accessed it anyway, you are not going to be cool about it. like i promise you. its all fun and games and mutual aid until youre in a position where someone is in your space in a way they shouldnt be. its like holding a party and everyone leaves and then you find someone sleeping in your bed. like yeah maybe you end up helping them because thats the situation but youre gonna be mad about it. and if its a stranger? like i dont fucking think so. i genuinely hope i dreamed that poll because it was so fucking stupid to me. like i dont care who the fuck you are and what kind of nonviolent communication youve been taught. if you wake up in the middle of the night and theres a human being in a place they shouldnt be able to access, youre gonna be more troubled by that than one thousand cockroaches.

[gvnvks]

zb1 giving you partner privileges … !

> pairings: non-idol!zb1 x fem!reader

> warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread

> song recommendation: mori by dawid podsiadlo (its in polish but u gotta listen to it fr)

> note: i started my exams today … two more to go !!

김 jiwoong.

THE PRIVILEGE IS REAL

im being so fr 😭

when literally anyone tries to take something from him, JUST BORROW FOR A SEC he immediately turns D:

except when its you

you could take (over) this mans whole life (you already did) and he wouldn’t even complain

hes THAT whipped

girl TRUST ☠️

“hey jiwoong, i wondered if i could borrow your charger for a sec, mine just stopped wor-“ rickys sentence got cut short by jiwoongs whine

HOMEBOY SNATCHED THAT CHARGER AWAY FROM HIM

“jiwoong, my sweet !! i thought i could use your laptop. i need to get some work done real quick”

jiwoong immediately gives u the laptop no hesitations

trust me if he could give you his all time life savings along with that laptop HE WOULD

(pls do i kinda need money 💯)

“can i use ur cologne jiwoong pls” “no”

BUT IF ITS YOU

“hey jiwoong!! i thought your cologne smelt really nice and wondered if i could spray a little on myself too!!”

shows u all colognes he has ever bought

EVEN THE EMPTY BOTTLES

“u can choose. the one i used today is this one :D”

later gives u like 2-3 of his STILL FULL colognes that you liked the smell of cause “i dont need that many anyways”

장 hao.

he’s serious about his sleeping

trust me.

he gets so mad when someone disturbs him in his slumber

and he’s also very difficult to wake up 😭

seriously

“hao u really should wake up…”

*snores*

“hao pls we have a schedule in 30 minutes”

*snores*

jiwoong you should just give up atp 🧍🏻‍♀️

“literally wake up what the fuck”

and let me tell y’all

when someone other than you miraculously manages to wake his ass up

he’ll just straight up yell at them

“SHUT UP” yes throw that pillow hao ‼️

but you

your voice has something that immediately wakes him up in his best mood

rainbows around his head and allat yk yk

every time when it’s you waking him up TRUST ME you’ll never see a morning pout on his face

you could literally beat his ass awake and he’d have nothing against it ☠️

he gets all soft and allat … yeah cute babe hao

his members r fucking confused cause what he so whipped for

can u see the what the fuck expression on jiwoongs face ??

HE JUST SIGHS

HE OFFICIALLY GAVE UP YALL

he’s in love like that

giving you privileges LIKE THAT …

also his morning i love yous … hi I need a bf quick

he’s a 10/10 boyfriend btw 💋

성 hanbin.

the amount of privilege you get as hanbins partner …

he literally pays for your every single thing

u saw that new pretty skirt while window shopping ??

“honey, want me to buy it for you?”

no matter your answer he in fact always does buy it

ur on a date in that cute new caffe ??

“hey, choose what you want. ill pay.”

SO HOT 💔

“hanbin !! this necklace is pretty, isn’t it ??”

“yeah, pretty neat” and the necklace is at your door 2 days later

basically your human wallet

of course its not like u demand from him to pay for you, he just does

and hanbin really enjoys buying you things and making you happy btw ‼️

cute

but when it’s his members 😭

oh hell naw he ain’t having it

“hanbin could you pls pay for me I forgot my wallet”

AND HE JUST GLARES

sighs

and sometimes SOMETIMES he does pay for his members but it’s like

once in a blue moon literally

“hanbin do you maybe want to buy me that new, cool game (whatever games he fucking plays) ??” GYUVIN BABE YOU KNOW THE ANSWER

“no” LMAOO

“oh no !! i ran out of money on apple pay …” you just wanted to buy keys on subway surfers 😕

hanbin IMMEDIATELY charges your apple pay with … a lot of money. you can buy a lot of keys now. are you happy.

GYUVIN SEES IT ALL AND IS OFFENDED ☠️

석 matthew.

i get a feeling that as long as matthew enjoys physical affection, he’s not that big on hair touching ?? like yk

he probably won’t let his members touch his hair very often

i dont know i just feel like he wouldn’t like it

“matthew, u got something on your hair” gunwook tries to pick whatever shit landed on his head

MATTHEW GRASPS HIS HAND HALFWAY 😭

GUNWOOK LITERALLY HISSES IN PAIN MATTHEW CHILL PLS PLs pLS

“i can do it myself” okay mr serious ?? gunwook literally didn’t ask

its not that serious, it was never that serious 💯

BUT WHEN YOURE IN THE PICTURE

you really like touching his hair

it’s so soft and allat

and sometimes you just randomly place ur hand on his head

he tenses up FOR A LITTLE SECOND and then softens up cause he realizes it’s you

SO CUTE 💔

lets you touch it for however long you want

matthew just doesn’t mind

ALSO

when you kiss his hair while ur hand is on his head he gets all shy and covered in blush 😭

kisses u back …

can u imagine what he’d do if instead of you it was one of the boys

HED THROW HANDS I CAN FUXKING TELL

honestly i dont see matthew as an aggressive (?) type of guy but when it comes to his hair ☠️

김 taerae.

we all know taeraes fashion sense is a bit … yeah.

basically it’s kinda bad

but that boy doesn’t let ANYONE literally anyone style him

“taerae i dont think these red pants fit well with that shirt …” hao just tried to give him some advice

and taerae just ignores his words 😭

“no taerae, don’t but these shoes, they won’t go with anything”

“stfu” BYE

but you ………

of course you love your precious bf but

sometimes you just can’t stand how off his outfits look 💔

”hm taerae… i dont think this shirt fits these cargos! maybe you could wear this white one?”

changes in the blink of an eye ‼️

“do i look better, sweetheart ??”

YES YES YOU DO

he’s so cute pls

he’s ready to change his whole outfit if you ask him to

“taerae i don’t think this outfit suits a date night…”

it’s not like you demand him to change, you just simply share your opinion

WHICH HE FUCKING RESPECTS

maybe even a little too much 😭

so whipped

guess who has head over heels for you

definitely not taerae

“taerae, my sweet !! these pants have too many bright colors, don’t you think they won’t suit anything you have ??”

“oh! maybe you’re right. thank you, sweetheart”

NAH BYW

리키 ricky.

he’s so in love that the amount of privileges he gives you is fucking enormous, im fr

but we’ll focus on one

ricky never lets ANYONE go through his phone 🙏🏼

he doesn’t hide anything or sth

he just doesn’t like when people go through his things, especially without his permission

“what the fuck are you doing with my phone, yujin” in a matter of 0.5 seconds rickys phone is not in yujins hands anymore

poor boy just wanted to check the weather 💔

“hey ricky, can i check something in your phone ?? mine just died”

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, HANBIN

“no” as simple as that 😭

“oh ricky … i also wanted to check my gmail real quick but its o-“

he doesn’t let you finish and just hands you his phone

HANBIN IS OFFENDED (who wouldn’t 😭 this looks like some kind of prejudice)

oh my god how things change when it comes to you …

basically you have more access to his phone than ricky himself

sometimes it even comes to you literally using his phone all day. literally whole 24 hours 💯

AND HE DOESNT COMPLAIN AT ALL ??

like literally no complaints whatsoever. zero. none. 0. FUXKING NULL.

his members r like what the fuck because like

WHATS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND THEM

yall sometimes also like to switch phones for a day

the amount of pictures you take on his phone 😭

so whipped that he deletes NONE of them ‼️🙏🏼

김 gyuvin.

yes i do know i use this theme a lot while writing for gyuvin but i just cant help leave me alone pls

okay we all know gyuvin likes gaming

but he’s real serious about that …

if you’re not (y/n) don’t even think of disturbing him while he’s gaming 😭

HED LASH OUT TRUST

“gyuvin do you want som-“ taerae can’t even finish because gyuvin starts fucking throwing hands at him

“im kinda busy yk.” yes. yes we know.

HE DOESNT EVEN LET ANYONE TOUCH HIM ?? LIKE AT ALL ☠️

oh such a discord mod he is (im joking btw..)

but if it’s you …

oh girl i envy you this kind of boyfie 😕‼️

when you’re near him while he’s gaming he’d literally play with his headset only half on

yk in case you need something from him

so cute and so hot at the same time 🧍🏻‍♀️

he’d abandon his game for you

AND IM SERIOUS WHEN I SAY ABANDON

GIRL TRUST 💯

and ..

he lets you sit on his lap too ??

oh lawd have mercy 🙏🏼

when u sit on his lap he would literally play with one hand just to rub soothing circles on your back …

pls i need a therapist 💋

박 gunwook.

gunwook really doesn’t like when someone disturbs him while he’s focused on something

i mean its kinda obvious ??

probably no one does lmao 😭

he’s ready to throw hands even if it’s something way more important than the thing he’s focused on

IM SERIOUS ONG ‼️

“gunwook, can you stop what you’re doing for a while?” jiwoong asks with a pretty serious tone

“i can’t” WITHOUT EVEN LOOKING UP FROM HIS BOOK ?

not good … 💔

jiwoong im so sorry you’re probably so done by now

but if it’s you … !!!!!

“gunwook…” you whine, feeling kinda bored and alone today

AND HE IMMEDIATELY SHIFTS HIS WHOLE ASS ATTENTION TO YOU

god, teenager in love ‼️

he doesn’t really want to abandon what he’s doing rn as gyuvin does so he just

divides the attention 💯

…

sits you on his lap

OR SOMETIMES EVEN ON HIS DESK 😭

holds you by ur waist and just simply

plants kisses all over your cheeks

do I need to say his members r kinda disappointed ?? ☠️

hi i need a cute boyfie rn 💔

한 yujin.

okay so

there’s a lot of things yujin would let you do without you noticing it’s a “privilege”

because he wouldn’t complain if others did those things too ??

i mean like … its yujin so

but when YOU do these …

he encourages u so much 😭

ong…

im so serious … ‼️

“yujin can i try your food ?? it looks so good” ricky asked waving his chopsticks at yujins face

“oh… yeah go for it, i guess” WITH THE BLANKEST STARE EVER LMAOO

PLS TRY TO SEE IT WITH UR IMAGINSTION

“yujin! can i see your necklaces? it’s so cute!”

YUJIN IS SO SO XONFUSED

“oh… well… yeah”

now imagine you doing it 😭

“can i try some of your food, yujin ??”

HIS EYES IMMEDIATELY LIGHT UP ‼️

“yes! this here is rice with chicken and sour sauce and these ones there are some fried vegetables! eat as much as you want, cutie!”

okay yujin… 😭 not THAT serious babe

“yujin, my sweet! can i see your necklace?”

SO SO IN LOVE

“of course! i can help you put it on if you want to! you’d look so good in it!”

bae is so cute

gvnvks © 2023

[katyspersonal]

can I ask about the furtive pygmy… any information you think is important to know! I got into dark souls this year and have been very curious about the role this character plays (also, are they related to manus? I have seen a lot of people often mention them together, so im wondering what the case is!)

Ahhhh, yeah, the fURTIVE PYGMY, SO EASILY FORGOTTEN

Yeah, this "character" only appears on the screen once... well, maybe twice, because there is also this very gay significant statue in the Ringed City at the end of the world, where Pygmy Lords did go:

Though this might reflect Pygmy as folks in general rather than that person, as well as it is unclear whereas Gwyn is giving the Pygmy here the crown OR taking it away!

The "Furtive Pygmy" gets mentioned only once in the intro of Dark Souls 1 and directly never again, and appears to be featureless, raceless and genderless 'idea' of a humanoid rather than someone concrete, albeit with proportions and height notably more lanky than those of an average human! However, the Pygmy are not "just" like this! For example, here is an average Pygmy Lord:

They are very dead because you find this corpse in the condition where the time itself was forced to outrun itself (you'll get there eventually, not sure how far you are in the trilogy and lore). However, you see the clothes and hair! It WAS a person with features! I think it makes sense for progenitor of all humans, which 'Furtive Pygmy' IS, to start out as an 'idea' of a human rather than someone with concrete traits, but they might assume particular form later down in life!

As for connection with Manus, the most likely version is that Furtive Pygmy who discovered the Dark Soul and created the Humanity from it IS Manus! This is what Kaathe has to say about Furtive Pygmy:

Kaathe is a person as old as Frampt, who knew Gwyn in person:

So, basically? Manus himself could not have been that Dark Lord figure who was born amongst humans in the end, despite Gwyn's fears, and simply predated us if we chose the Dark Lord ending! Because then, Kaathe would have instead mentioned that there was a Dark Lord, who got defeated or something along those lines, and now Kaathe seeks another! And whereas Kaathe does mention that everyone "failed him", Manus himself was not that "failure"! The problems started because of those who disturbed Manus from his grave (!):

Sorry I forgor to screenshot Gough's dialogue If Kaathe wanted Manus to be the Dark Lord, then why THE heck would people of Oolacile "drive him mad" to the point of his Humanity running wild?Because grave of Manus IS pretty human-sized:

In either case, is not it... odd, that Kaathe was seeking to turn Manus into the source of the Humanity running wild, as opposed to making Manus succumb to Dark like it was with the Four Kings? 🤔 He could not claim Manus to be the failure when he was driven mad under his request to begin with! This mess, if anything, was planned. And if we think that long ago Manus was someone Kaathe turned to Dark but Manus "failed" him, then why would Kaathe want to awaken him again? The "failure"?

It makes more sense that Kaathe was seeking his darkness rather than himself! I think that waking Manus up was needed to MAKE the Abyss spread, and from THAT point Kaathe was even able to offer it to humans to begin with! Four Kings are simply an example on the forefront, as they had fragments of Gwyn's soul, but sounds like multiple others tried to follow the Dark and failed.

And... this IS thing with Manus: he is way, WAAAAY too powerful and significant to be simply a very strong human that fell for Darkness once. Like, Four Kings are not even close! The darkness of the Abyss itself, as well as Humanity itself, originates FROM Manus!

Guys I beg you screenshot EVERYTHING while you play it is so embarrassing aaaaaaa Like, this is already stupid powerful, don't you think? Who else can create the dark of the Humanity itself just like that? Not to mention how his influence was so strong that humanity within humans in 1000 yards distance from him reacted by running wild just like his does!

Dark Souls 2 also puts something in perspective! All the Lords (and Seath, apparently) are "reborn" in Dark Souls 2 into new forms! Mostly in spirit but hear me out!

The Witch of Izalith, after the destruction of the Bed of Chaos and after killing her new form, is eventually reborn as a little bug/parasite thing, but by the time of the game, she has found a host in the Lost Sinner; a woman imprisoned for a great crime but forgotten by time itself. Nito is destroyed but his essence comes to inhabit dark and abandoned places. In fact, he somewhat returns into the form of a great mass of desperate Hollows who had been thrown in the Gutter to fester. So he is somewhat reborn as the Rotten, who is said to be accepting of all those who are discarded. Nito was drawn to the forlorn and wished to embrace them.

Gwyn returns too, his essence seems to inhabit the fire of the earth. He has become "Ichorous Earth" as the game implies. The Iron King built his empire on the power of magma and smelted… well, iron… but after trying to give life to the fire and iron, the resulting abomination incinerated him and flung it into the lava where he had built his keep on top of. There, his remains and soul came into contact with the essence of Gwyn, and perhaps due to how similar they were, the two merged into a gigantic demon-like monster.

That would sort of leave out the Four Kings (just some guys with fragments of Gwyn's Soul) and Seath, right? But Seath also persists after death, and I guess it is fair enough because he is at least an Everlasting Dragon! He exists simply as a "Writhing Ruin" as the game puts it. He is an influence that can be felt, but not seen. And it is that influence that would control Duke Tseldora's pet spider and transform her into a giant monster, all so that they could reach the buried dragon corpse and its scale, useless to him now.

....and I cannot back up any of this shit in my screenshots dump fashion because like I said, I spoke too soon about being able to return to playing Dark Souls 2 haahaaaa! Okay it has been fixed by the time of writing this post (I owe @val-of-the-north and @fantomette22 my LIFE!!!). But yeah, notice how someone is still missing from the list? You could even say that someone seems to be........ FORGOTTEN 🥁 if you never send me another ask I won't blame you lol

Manus is reborn in the form of emotions he felt upon his death (want, loneliness, anger and fear), but notice how all important Lords of the Dark Souls 1 + one on their level like Seath make a return so far! So, what exactly makes Manus be on the same level as the first Lords, if he never discovered a Soul nor was offered enough of Gwyn's? Well.. I think in this case, most likely, he DID discover a Soul! Furtive Pygmy should have made "a return in spirit" in Dark Souls 2 all the same, and he DID!

There is also the fact that all these "reincarnation" are now known as 'Old Ones', and Manus is likewise referred to as 'Old One'. The 'old one of the Abyss'. He is very much someone on the same level, which he logically could only be if he is Furtive Pygmy! I guess I just strongly rely on the consistency from the devs, and really, Dark Souls 2 team never flopped! If anything, this game helps to understand Dark Souls lore in general a whole bunch.

Not to mention that whereas as you can see Pygmy and humans are absolutely interchangeable concepts as far as Dark Souls 1 goes (nor anything further on retcons it completely), Manus is referred in lore as "primeval" human! It has an awfully similar ring to "your human progenitor", right?

He might have been the very first Pygmy, or might have been among the first ones of this kind! After all, Lloyd is an uncle of Gwyn, despite Gwyn's stupidly significant status for the form of the world itself! Everybody appeared from the Dark towards the Light, and even that fourth "dark Soul" discovered by 'Furtive Pygmy, so easily forgotten' is a flicker of light and much smaller than others! It refers more to the power of world-shaping rather than the nature of Soul, like how Nito was shown already dead when he discovered his Soul but now he was capable of infecting the rest of the world with death! Similarly, Gwyn didn't create the Light but became what emanates it, and Manus did not create the Dark but became what emanates it. His Japanese title is 深淵の主, マヌス and 主 means lord/master/head/supervisor/etc rather than 'father'!

What he DID create, though, is humanity! So, I think it is fair to acknowledge him as a primeval human rather than a Pygmy! And he moved from that 'featureless' initial state it seems, as he wielded the staff and wore a pendant he cherishes so much. (.....actually, now that I think of it, I should check full Japanese dialogue, because knowing localization team's track record, Manus might not even be a 'he' in the end sdhfhdsf 主 is gender neutral! Let's put a pin on that)

His own Soul is also THE darkest Soul in the entire setting! The second in darkness is Gael's Soul, and that guy has been consuming Humanity for a very long time! Something Manus didn't do. He does the opposite, actually!

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So... Yeah. I think everything points towards the fact that Furtive Pygmy is Manus, especially seeing how Lord of the Dark is a position of a human and somehow Manus, both primeval human and literal Lord of the Abyss, still didn't qualify for such! If despite being the darkest creature to ever exist he is still not 'a Lord of Dark born amongst humans', it simply means the darkness already was his before humanity was created! I don't see any other reason for Kaathe to encourage raising him from the death besides to trigger the spread of the Dark itself!

I really hope I was able to explain myself.. Soulsborne lore is hard because even the most obvious things are only implied and not directly said, so you can always fall into a rabbithole of 'but what if's

Bonus:

Manus is also a rat girl, apparently ffdhfdhsg

[ganondoodle]

i kinda want to read books again, i havent read any in .. more years than i know to remember but idk how to find anything i like, especially these days (i dont read fanfiction either .. , i tried a few times but it never really caught me q-q)

even when i was young i was somewhat picky (though there are plenty books im sure i finished but just .. dont remember) the last series i think i read was skullduggery pleasant (as i said, its been many years) but dropped it after it got a little 'weird' (in like .. i guess the shonen powerscaling problem, at least thats how it felt back then) and the annoying love interest boy that was seemingly only introduced so protag girl could do what normal girls do tm (i know theres many more books in the series so idk if hes actually more than that but eugh)

funnily enough i only seem to remember the books i loved so much i kept rereading them (the bartimäus trio, though i loved the forth prequel more than the others .. still sad i lost my copy of it in school) or the ones i stopped reading bc something completely threw me out of it-

there was one i literally only remember it was a protagonist (teen?) girl (is that a general common thing for the fantasy genre?) and she was travelling via a ship in that scene, idk if it was a flying one but something was different magical tm i think; and left it or ran away or so and sought shelter from the rain at some point and annoying boy caught up to her and they uuh .. started making out of nowhere?? (im sorry i literally only remember i felt rly uncomfortable and awkward, didnt like the boy, thought they had zero chemistry/felt forced AND i did NOT see it coming, like at all, maybe its my aro/ace/autism .. ness (that i wasnt aware of except being def different for most of my life, haha fun.) but i rememebr feeling like i got flashbanged by what i read, the only actual sentence i (think i) remember was "she felt the weight of his hips shifting onto hers" bc it weirded me out so much and i might just have stopped reading it at that point and never looked back lmao)

another one was one with a setting of having dragons and they were used like horses, also feathered! (though the cover picture, i think, was a big dragon eye surrounded by scales, pretty sure it annoyed me constantly but i might missremember, again its been so long and i went through things my brain wishes it could unlive) and the protagonist worked at a stable or soemthing (also girl? idk), last thing i remember was that all dragons started to go mad and kill themselves .. idk if i read any further

(honorable mention to uuh .. dämonenzeit (demon time), was a demon protagonist and it was a little brutal for my taste but when do you get a demon as the main guy, apparently there were two entries and i only read the first one, also lost that copy- Xarors (an OC of mine) first designs were based on the cover of that book and the thing the band 'disturbed' tended to use (the hooded guy with red glowing eyes) i was very original)

maybe all those were super well known ones and i just never knew (grew up without/extremely limited internet and tech in general after all.... the only one i knew was popular and also read all of it and had all parts .. was a certain bad wizard series that should not still be so popular *watches in horror as my niece gets into it and wants nothing but merch for it*) or really bad peepoo baby books, im possibly confusing or mixing some things bc i read quite a few ones with dragons and similar themes, but thats just what i remember/remember feeling like

(maybe i should see if i still have them somewhere and see how much is true of any of this .... though a part of me also doesnt want to)

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I've seen quite a bit of talk about Dadmare and found family bad Sanses this past week and, you know, as someone who has been writing a fic that has a lot of elements of that for a while now, I do have some pretty strong opinions on the matter.

I honestly think I would be way more into regular fanon Dadmare if Killer was treated with the same compassion and nuance the others are afforded in it.

Because oftentimes what throws me off more than anything is that, like, Dust and Cross especially are allowed to have bad days and emotional outbursts (which is fair enough, they have some serious traumas to work through), but God forbid Killer gets a bit annoying! That clearly could never have an explanation rooted into his own trauma and his struggles.

I also despise the association that often happens with Killer having some very obvious ADHD symptoms and everybody considering him an idiot, fic included. Because that's literally just ableism 101.

Oh, you mean to tell me that the disorder that is most often used to denigrate people's intelligence is yet again being used like that? Oh, how innovative! /s

Also, I didn't mention Horror because, while Horror usually does get treated with more compassion and understanding than Killer, he also rarely is given any nuance. No thought is put into his trauma. Heck, often times he also leaves his home with no mentions of him ever going back when, like, this Nightmare isn't kidnapping people. Horror would never do that! He wouldn't just voluntarily leave his brother and his community! Not permanently at the very least.

I don't know. I generally like an exploration of role-reversals or what-if scenarios so one would think that "What if Nightmare was actually a nice guy?" would be right up my alley. But so many of the tropes that come with it just rub me the wrong way...

BASED BASED BASED BASED!!

I despise when people write killer with stereotypical adhd symptoms then use it to portray him as an idiot or just loud hyperactive and annoying? Or have the gang treat him as if he’s nothing more than a nuisance or an annoying child or a chore to deal with.

ADHD is an actual disorder that heavily impacts people’s lives, compacted on top of killers other disorders and trauma history. You mean to tell me that the gang is long suffering because killer was a little annoying that one time and not the one with the actual disorders?

The one who is usually portrayed as undiagnosed and unmedicated as well? The one who is literally getting no help or support from his so called “family” who is only just glaring at him and calling him an idiot? No one would be struggling more than killer, it’s not all just “lmao so silly im so loud.”

ADHD is more than that, and people should actually focus on how killer experiences it if you’re going to write him like that or directly have characters questioning if he has it.

Not to mention his entire ass dissociative disorder, cptsd, conditioned beliefs and behaviors and how the environment with the Bad Sanses will not “cure” his identity confusion and disturbances, very likely chronic pain and fatigue.

If Dust or Cross attack him like it’s so commonly portrayed, he’s not going to like or trust them in Stages 1 or 3, even if he provoked the fight or didn’t really care about it in Stage 2.

When he’s in Stage 1 he’d be terrified of them, and hed probably start thinking he did something to have deserved it, and he wouldn’t want to make them mad again so he’d go along with it even if it hurts. He’d attempt to kill them in Stage 3.

The man’s entire body is literally slowly melting due to his huge amounts of DT, he’s been shown to cough and choke on it. You can argue that his body is slowly dying and failing. You can even make the argument that he experiences degrees of blindness.

He can’t tell if anything around him is real or not either, imagine how often he has to convince himself that he’s not being tricked or played with or manipulated again. Imagine any potential denial and dissociative confusion he may face whenever his “family” treats him like shit. All this does is show him yet again that no one will look after him but him unless they gain something from it—and he can barely even do that because his ability to do so was taken from him.

Imagine if he thinks this is all just what’s supposed to happened, because They want it to happen, so he has no choice but to play the game.

And another thing I never see around is how Horror’s head wound would affect him. From what I’ve seen people treat it as if it’s just an aesthetic thing than an actual serious injury with its consequences.

All in all: Bad Sans Family is too focused on Cross, Dust, and sometimes even Nightmare. Killer and Horror need more attention and nuance. They can be more than just the “big soft giant” and the “hyperactive annoying child.”

{ @stellocchia }