#it's rare usually I give his brother this kind of treatment

[soft-serve-soymilk]

idk why my brain is suddenly hung up on torturing dism but i'm here for his fraught and tortured questions :)

[dairy-farmer]

DamiTim idea.

When Damian joins the family he never tries to hurt or kill Tim. In fact, he is distant and polite to him at all times. He develops a brotherly antagonistic relationship with Jason and the father figure relationship with Dick, but he goes out of his way to not form any kind of real relationship with Tim. He calls him Drake, never invites him to hang out or spend time one-on-one like he does occasionally with Jason or Dick or Cass, and in fact they rarely talk to each other at all.

Tim, and the rest of the family, aren't sure what to make of it. On the one hand, the fact that Damian treats Tim with the kind of distant politeness you would a casual acquaintance or co-worker isn't exactly great. But on the other hand, considering he was raised by assassins and Jason tried to kill Tim a couple times when they first met, it's honestly better than most of them were expecting. But the main issue is that Damian always make sure that people are very clear on the fact that he and Tim are not brothers. Not rudely, not maliciously, but firmly nonetheless.

If people comment about the two of them being brothers, Damian's usual response is something along the lines of 'While did indeed taken and adopt Drake, The two of us do not have anything resembling a familial relationship, which I am quite happy about."

It probably would have been more concerning if it had a negative effect on their night job, but it doesn't. Damian has never complained about Tim's ability to do his job, has never hesitated to be his backup or come to his aide. He just doesn't seem interested in having a personal relationship with him.

Until!

The day Damian turns 18 the whole family has gathered at the manor for a family breakfast before getting ready for a big celebratory gala in the evening. Damian is the last to arrive, and politely greets everyone like normal, before he turns and smiles at Tim with a "Good morning, Timothy. You're looking well." Before continue on as if nothing has happened. Everyone is pretty shocked, but considering everything that has to be done by the evening no one really gets a chance to talk about it.

Later, at the gala, once all the guests have arrived and food and drinks are being consumed, Damian gets everyone's attention to give a speech; he thinks the guest for attending, thanks everyone for the gifts and their kind wishes, and then turns to Tim.

Very formally he asks Tim if he would do him the honor of accepting his offer of courtship, with an eye towards eventual marriage. Shocked silence, followed immediately by a sea of loud voices: guest gossiping, Dick and Bruce basically screaming "WHAT?!?" at the top of their lungs, and Tim just completely frozen and shock and bewilderment.

After all the guests are quickly shooed home there is a family meeting where everyone tries to figure out what the fuck is going on, at which point they finally learned the reason behind Damian's odd treatment of Tim.

Before showing up and joining the family Damian had made sure to read up on every piece of information about the family that Ra's and The League had, in order to familiarize himself with everyone and plan his integration. That was when he came across Tim's file and he fell in love instantly. Not only was Tim absolutely lovely in appearance, but he was highly skilled in combat and vigilante related skills, as well as a wide variety of civilian skills, as well as being friendly, helpful, and intelligent. Damian had been worried about Tim developing familial/sibling feelings for him, which would make it quite difficult to convince Tim to court and marry him. He was also aware that some people, particularly in high society and the media might take issue with them being legally related via Bruce's adoption, as well as the age gap.

So in order to deal with all those issues Damian decided the best course of action would be to keep a polite distance from Tim in order to prevent any family feelings from developing, while waiting to come of age and making sure it was well known that he did not viewed Tim as a brother in any way. Now that he has of age, of course, Damian is planning to pull out all the stops in order to make Tim his.

Over the next few weeks he showers Tim with gifts; and not just normal romantic gifts like flowers and chocolate and jewelry. Every single gift is painstakingly selected to cater to Tim's interests and tastes: flavorful and elegant coffees and teas from around the world, professional high grade photography equipment, autographed and exclusive superhero and skateboarding merchandise, as well as smaller gifts and trinkets. Damian spends a lot of time with Tim, who was confused and slightly reluctant at first, but was quickly won over by Damian's thoughtfulness and attention to detail.

It takes less than 6 months for the two of them to announce their engagement. The ceremony is lovely, they are deeply in love, and then they spent the entire honeymoon fucking nasty. Damian worships and destroys Tim's body in turns, with a level of skill that Tim is incredibly confused about since he knows for a fact that Damian has never dated anyone (which he now knows is because Damian was in love with him). At the end of their two-week honeymoon, it's pretty much a guarantee that Tim is pregnant.

👀👀👀👀👀 damian planning from the get go to make tim his wife and officially courting him as soon as he was able to!!!

and despite the initial distance between him and tim damian manages to close it in a matter of months because unlike so many people, damian genuinely had an avid interest in tim and payed close attention to the things he enjoyed and liked which was why tim ended up returning his feelings!!🥺🥺🥺

[ashthewaterghoul]

I assume at one point all of the Papas had a “favorite” Ghoul to sleep with and to -sleep- with. Who’s bedding down with whom?

Oooo okay...

I'm going to go off "canon" and only use the Ghouls that each Papa had with them on stage.

First, literal sleeping with,

Primo - Earth.

They are very close, manning the greenhouses and flower beds together at any chance they get. Often they like to nap together before, during or after their work, or just sleep through the night in each other's beds. Earth also grows and makes teas that relax Primo, and help him sleep through the night. A rare occurrence since his rise to Papa-hood, because he had to spend so much time away from his beloved fratellini, and was often worried sick about them. Even more so following their rises, and their trips away.

Secondo - Omega.

Secondo is a world class insomniac. Quintessence can knock him right out and make him feel rested when he wakes up in the morning. Those treatments from the infirmary just make him feel worse, and the strength he needs poses a great risk of severe side effects. Omega gets to be privy to the lovely sight of a peaceful Secondo. He smiles in his sleep and looks about 10 years younger. Secondo always feels safe being held by the big Quint.

Terzo - Alpha.

Yes, he may be the Ministry's resident asshole like 99% of the time, but that 1% is reserved for those he loves. Terzo is one of them. Terzo always pushes himself way too much in a desperate attempt to impress the Clergy, and has a lot of chronic pain leftover from sprains and injuries he refused to sit out for long enough to heal. Alpha's natural heat helps soothe it, and it's just so fucking cozy. Terzo also feels very very very safe in the hold of his Fire Ghoul that would rip the world apart just to get him the last sandwich, and often gets some of the best nights sleep ever.

Copia - Phantom.

The little Ghoul had been through a lot in the pits and during their early days topside. Phantom often craved the protection that Copia assured them they would receive in his charge, but felt like too much of a burden to ask for it. Often, Phantom would sleep on the floor by Copia's bed so they didn't wake him up. But Copia, ever restless, would find Phantom on the floor and lift them into his bed. Phantom eventually realised it was okay to ask, and Copia gave them a spare key for the room. Phantom felt safe, and Copia loved protecting his little pipistrello, often feeling like they were the child he never had. They both sleep very well on those nights.

Okay now the other kind of sleeping with...

MDNI from this point on, obviously.

Primo - Omega.

Primo has some horrific joint pain, but with a lovely dose of Quintessence, he feels younger than his brothers all over again. He adores how Omega is oh-so-careful with how much Quintessence the Papa is receiving and how he'll give Primo anything he wants. Whether it be fast or slow, rough or soft. Anything. Primo just gets to let go of worries about how his body will react and live out all the fantasies he could ever dream of, whether he's in command or not. And Omega will always help him deal with the after-effects.

Secondo - River.

Idk, it just makes sense to me. He made the mistake of looking over to River playing the bridge of 'Stand By Him', thrusting his bass into the audience. Bro's been fixated ever since. Secondo finds River is one of the only people he can completely drop his guard around & give into whatever that graceful & strong Water Ghoul wants of him. Secondo usually tops or at least doms all his sexual encounters, it's what everyone expects of him & he finds he can't drop that front. But he can let go & be River's. Secondo only ever subs for River, and for River only. He loves when River just uses him. No respect for his rank or what he represents, he's just as good as a common whore. Also loves when River makes love to him & builds Secondo back up piece by piece.

Terzo - Omega.

Need I explain? I don't think so but I will anyway lol. Omega was the first Ghoul that Terzo saw, interacted with and slept with. You never do forget your firsts, after all. Terzo chose his colour for his robes to match Omega's eyes and magic, and if they could soul-bond and mate in the way Ghouls did, they would do it. They did try, but the magic washed over Terzo and left Omega with a half-fulfilled bond that weighed on him constantly unless he was near Terzo. So naturally they go at it like rabbits and rarely spend a lot of time apart.

Copia - Cumulus.

HEAR ME OUT!!!! Copia loves all his Ghouls, but especially Cumulus. When Copia noticed he'd gained some weight, he became incredibly self-conscious. He quite literally fell on his knees one night and begged her for how she did it. And Cumulus worshiped that man. She kissed all along his stomach, ground herself onto the gorgeous rolls of pudge and made him feel so loved that he couldn't help but love himself. He loves being in control of their encounters, but what he loves even more than that is Cumulus being the sexiest Dominatrix you ever did see (he absolutely calls her 'Mommy' btw). They can also be just as soft, and are on the regular, just like that fateful night. Copia also returns the favour on the odd day when Cumulus struggles with her own self-image. There's just an understanding there, and no one can match it.

[dreamsgazer]

Hello I love your writing!! if it's possible I have a request for tangerine. well, not really a request but I saw this prompt "Can you at least look me in the eyes when I talk to you?" and I wondered if you could maybe use it with him.... and make it angsty if possible. Thank you and take your time if u decide to do it!! 💖💖💖💞

Hello Anon! Thank you for your request, I MELTED reading the prompt and your kind words. I hope I did your request justice. Also, I can’t write/read angst stuff if it’s not balanced by fluff and happy endings, so hope you don’t mind it. 

Warnings: Tangerine x Fem!Reader, mention of wounds, swearing

Masterlist

Sometimes We Fight, Don’t We?

The fight we had in Paris after a butchered mission was unexpected in its brutality.

Truth to be told, Tangerine and I rarely fought, fought. We could be both passionate about something and certainly we were vocal and stubborn about our positions on some subjects. 

I had to give him credit that he would give me the same treatment he gave Lemon: the harshness Tangerine usually would reserve for enemies or people he viewed as such wasn’t ever directed to me and his brother. He would get annoyed, but never angry. He would scoff and maybe raise a tad his voice, but never shout or being cruel.

It was an act of affection, in its own way.

This time, though, it seemed we had crossed some unspoken line and I wasn’t sure what to do. Stirring the tea in my cup, alone in my minuscule studio apartment now too crowded with regret and sadness, I thought once more about what happened.

We had a plan to carry on the mission swiftly and with less disruption as possible. He didn’t follow it - figures!

It ended with him being stabbed, and me wanting to cry my eyes out while patching him up, listening to Lemon scolding him more harshly than I had ever heard. I knew why, and so did Tangerine. Tokyo was still too fresh of a memory for them to be back at their somehow nonchalant behaviour during a mission.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have thrown my two cents in the argument, decisively siding with Lemon and getting more and more incensed hearing Tangerine scoffing at our concerns.

“Stop doing that!” I shouted when he brushed our concerns off dor the tenth time, slamming the remaining bandages on the little table “You fucked up, we could have gotten killed, and all you do is being damn defensive instead of apologizing!” 

Tangerine’s temper, one that not even Tokyo had been able to tame - and thank god for that - sparkled to life “Oh, for fuck’s sake, leave me alone! The two of you are acting mental!” Lemon frowned at those words, saying something about his brother’s stupid stubbornness.  “Piss off, Lemon!” Tangerine’s snarl prompted me to intervene again, cheeks burning with anger “Don’t tell him to piss off, he’s right!”

Tangerine turned his back to me, grumbling about needing a cigarette. 

"Can you at least look me in the eyes when I talk to you? “I snapped, temples pulsing and fists clenching on my hips.

Tangerine’s answer had been to grab a smashed pack of cigarettes laying on a nightstand, still not turning to face the mess surrounding him “You are not talking, you are just looking for a fight!”

“It’s because you made me worry sick!”

“Well, then,” he thundered, taking a swift turn for the balcony, rummaging through his pockets for the lighter “we should reconsider if it’s a good idea working together, since this is what happens when things go south!”

“Mate!” Lemon’s scandalized voice had cut through the tension in the room.

I felt my lip wobble and I bit it hard, turning towards the door and quickly grabbing my bag. 

“Where the fuck are you going now?” Tangerine’s voice was still thunderous, but there was something else at its edge. Hesitation? I didn’t stop analysing it, gathering my few things laying around the hotel’s bedroom “I’m going home, if I hurry, I can still board the first flight for London.”

It was my turn to not look at him now, even if I could feel his gaze heaving over me “Are you serious?!”

“Deadly serious. I refuse to stay here and be treated like this.”

As I was marching out of the room I heard Tangerine calling my name, but I let the door slam behind me and that was it. I cried on the cab driving me to the airport, and then cried a bit longer on the airplane bringing me home. 

U  k? Don’t mind him, when he’s in pain he’s an asshole.

Lemon’s message stared back at me the morning after I was back in my apartment. I didn’t want to reply, but it seemed unfair to involve him in something that wasn’t his fault.

Tx, Lem. I’m fine.

The second beep from my smartphone caught me off guard: Yeah, the prick says the same. He’s not. 

I didn’t know how to answer that. So, I didn’t. 

A second beep: I think he was pissed because he disappointed u. And me, but in this case mostly u.

I don’t think my opinion is that much important, Lem.

His reply was fast: I think u r wayyyyyyyyy wrong!

You heard him. I was being mental and maybe we shouldn’t work together.

A heartbeat later: Wanna bet he regrets it? 

Not in the mood to play games, honestly. 

I could practically hear his sigh marking the words on the screen Understandable. Take care, k?

And that was it.

Except it wasn’t. Later that evening my door was almost knocked out by a too forceful knocking. 

When I opened it frowning and ready to rip a new one to whomever was trying to break in, Tangerine was standing in my dim lit landing, comically out of place with his elegant navy coat. 

“For fuck’s sake, do you ever check who is knocking? It could have been a fucking bellend who has grudges against you or shit.”

I was stunned seeing him, and it took me a second before asking him what the hell was he doing there.

“Hello to you too.”

“Don’t start, Tangerine, I don’t -”

“Can I come in?” he sighed, pushing his fingers in his hair, looking somewhat defeated. I inhaled deeply, strengthening my hold on the knob, but before I could slam the door on his gorgeous face he added “’m an idiot, I know.”

Well, that was a first one. I was still too hurt and disappointed, though, and shaking my head, I asked him to leave “I don’t want to say things I’ll end up regretting, Tangerine, so it’s better if you give me some time to cool down.”

He stared at me with wide open blue eyes, and I felt something ache and twist inside my chest. Truth to be told, I didn’t want him to go, but what he had said was stuck in my mind.

“Look,” he frowned, smoothing a non-existent crease on his tailored coat “I’ll go if you want me to, but I just wanted to tell you that-”

The words chocked in his throat, so unused to say them. Tangerine stared at me, huffing deeply “I’m a bastard and I shouldn’t have told you that shit. ‘m sorry, really.”

I was equally shocked and pleased that perhaps for the first time he had admitted his faults. Before I could tell him as much, he cleared his throat “Do you still want me to go? Because if I’m being honest, I’d love to come in and finish what we started in Paris.”

I couldn’t repress my smirk, mirroring his. Just before the mission, Lemon had walked into me and Tangerine, while my hands were on his ass and his lips latched on my throat. We had promised each other to finish after the mission.

“So you came here just to fuck me after giving an half - ass apology?” I joked, my nails running over the lapels of his coat. He took my hand, pressing his lips on my fingers, one by one “I suck with words. Let me show you how bad I feel and how good I can make you feel with a proper… apology.”

Laughing, I finally pulled him inside my little living room, but moved my hand swiftly on his lips, to stop the kiss he was going to give me “Were you serious about not working together?”

Tangerine kissed my fingers again, his mouth moving gently against my skin “I was being an ass. I’d understand if you didn't want to work together again.”

“Well,” I sighed with a not so serious frown “Lemon didn’t do anything to me. It’d be unfair to punish him, don’t you think?”

“Terribly unfair.”

Finally retracting my hand and let him come closer, I looked at him “Just, I need you to promise to be more careful. I mean it, Tan. You have an obligation to stay alive. For Lemon, if not for - "

He kissed me, cupping my face with his hands, cutting my sentence. It was a kiss full of meaning, of apologies and intentions to do better in the future.

“For you as well, love,” he promised, his lips gently travelling to the corner of my mouth.

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

My Little Hybrid Family_Part 10

Twisted Wonderland Masterlist  

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“Thank you for doing this on a short notice, Mr. Crewel.” 

“That’s quite enough of that, young pup!” Divus Crewel answered, smacking the baton in his hand once. 

Divus Crewel was a rarity in the lawyer world. Not just because of his almost 90% success rate in dealing with hybrid cases but also his demeanor. It seemed not much rattled him as he was calm and collected and almost cold. But you knew better as you had seen the rare warmth he could display. You felt it during your grief cycle. 

You had known him for some years, as he was one of several lawyers that your parents had used. After they died, Mr. Crewel was the only one that continued to check up on you telling you if you ever needed anything to give him a call. He was was also friends with Mr. Sam, the later often speaking of you warmly. Especially given your more than humane treatment of hybrids. 

You thought he only wore half black and half white dress suit because you’d never seen him wear anything else. His fur coat was thrown over the back of his seat as he stood over his desking eyeing the myriad of papers over his desk as he absently striked his baton in his glove hands. He even brought his baton into the court room. How he managed that, you never could figure out. 

You smiled once. 

Divus Crewel looked up at you, “So here we have a case of wanting to transfer ownship although the technically previous owner does not. It’s sketchy at best because it deals with the will of a hybrid which the law does not acknowledge.” 

“I’m aware.” 

His dark eyes, framed by smokey mascara, shifted to Azul who stood in the corner of the room. 

“I see that this Leona did not even want to come and speak his piece.” 

“He’s…stubborn.” you sighed. 

“Tell me, Azul, was it, do you like living with Y/N L/N?” he asked abruptly. 

Azul blinked at the shift in conversation. Why was this lawyer asking him? As human owners went around to deal with their day to day life, they could usually have one hybrid come with them. 

In a rare show of fashion, Jamil allowed Azul to tag along. 

“He is the second most competent out of all of us and honestly, he would probably understand and appreciate these kinds of things more than I.” Jamil had confided in you, “Aren’t these lawyers a kind of business dealing?” 

Azul had expressed an interest in learning more about the law regarding hybrids. He had looked over the papers that Margaret L. Thompson had presented several times and had begun his own research into the matter. 

There were three branches of hybrids, prize, domestic or strays. Strays were the lowest rung. You could find many either on the streets, in run down shelters or frankly dead. Hybrid Services were responsible for keeping hybrids off the streets so if they weren’t shot on sight they were dumped into shelters. Shelters that were little more than a prison. 

Many strays that managed not to get shot on sight and were in shelters would, especially the more rare kind, would dream of becoming domestic hybrids. These hybrids were hired for some kind of skill, whether something basic like cooking or a more personalize skill. 

And lastly, there were prized hybrids. These were the most sought after. While domestic hybrids could be brought by middle class people, prized hybrids were firmly a rich person’s playground. The underground black market were ones that sought to find rare prizes to sell to the highest bidder. 

Although it may not look like it, Falena was born to parents of the domestic hybrid class that quickly rose to being trained as a prize hybrid.  By the time, Leona was born, he was taken to being trained as a prize hybrid on account of the success with his brother. But even the facility they were at, all gushed over their prize in Falena and lamented that the only thing that Leona had going was his face and body as he grew. Leona didn’t do as well with the training and eventually began to lash out. That landed him in a lot of trouble, that had Falena begging him to stop before he gets put down. But by then Leona just stopped caring and stopped trying. 

But while Hybrid Services were a determinant to hybrids, there were those like Divus Crewel and Mr. Sam that worked quietly in the background for a better life for hybrids. 

Azul cleared his thought as he gathered his thoughts, pushing his glasses up his nose, “I will admit, that our standard of living has risen since becoming owned by Ms. L/N. Something I never dreamed possible. If it’s not too forward of me, I would think that Leona surmises the same thing, but alas, he feels too shy to admit such.” 

Divus let out a small smirk, “Shy, huh?” 

You snorted. You didn’t think it was shyness but whatever… 

Divus Crewel schooled his face into business again, “We could make a case, but a case would be sketchy without touching on a hybrid’s will. If it went in front of a jury, you would lose, so we want to avoid that. I will be frank with you, Ms. L/N, how badly do you want to own this pup?” 

“I want him.” you replied firmly. 

“Then, I would suggest, playing the rich one’s game. It’s quicker and from the story I would surmise, massage her ego and she’ll be putty in your hands.” 

Azul blinked. He had no idea what was running through the lawyer’s mind but from the evil smirk he was glad to not be in his line of fire. 

— — —

Which was why a week later, in a room, in the courthouse, you were sitting next to Divus Crewel across from Maragert L. Thompson and her lawyer. In the room, down the hall, all of your hybrids were waiting with a police inside to monitor. 

“Uncle Leona!!!” A young hybrid flung himself at Leona who was sitting on a couch, “I missed you!! I thought you had died! Why did you leave me?!”  

Leona heaved a heavy sigh out of his nose. He could hear the snickers of the twins who dared to laugh. 

“Oh, my....” Azul murmured. 

“Aww, how cute!! What’s your name? I’m Kalim!” 

Cheka settled himself on Leona’s lap and waved, “I’m Cheka!!” 

“Forgive my son. He’s been in dire straights since Leona’s disappearance.” Falena spoke, taking an empty seat in the room. 

Azul pushed up his glasses, “Clearly.” 

Though it didn’t look like it, as now Cheka was busy chatting a mile a minute on everything that had happened since Leona had been gone, Azul wasn’t sure, but Leona might have been sleep with his eyes open. He certainly looked, zoned out. 

“Cheka, let your uncle speak a moment, will you?” 

Cheka hugged Leona, but quieted down. 

“Leona, are you sure this is what you want?” Falena asked. 

Leona growled, “Why are you asking me stupid questions?” 

“I’m just confused as to what has made you so unhappy! Compared to many hybrids, we were well off!” 

“Sure, as long as we did everything we were told. Be whatever they want.” 

“That is our service.” 

“What difference does it make? Your Lady has you, your wife and this brat! What do we need me for?” 

“You are family, Leona! I love you! Why is that so difficult to understand! Cheka adores you!!” 

“Uncle is the best uncle in the world!!”  Cheka cried, beginning to climb over Leona to hold him from his back. 

“The bestest?” Floyd goaded. 

Cheka shook his head as he stood on Leona’s should and lean on his head, flattening his ears, “No one can beat Uncle Leona!” 

Leona sighed and picked Cheka off his head before sitting him down on the floor. He pointed at Kalim, “Go play with him over there. Grown folk need to talk.” 

Kalim took the hint and stood, “Come on! You can tell me all about Leona! He’s our friend, so we want to know more about him!” 

Leona twitched. Maybe he shouldn’t leave that motormouth with Kalim. 

Floyd grinned, “I think that will be more interesting than this grown folk conversation.” 

Was adding Floyd to the mix any better? 

Once Cheka was out of earshot, Leona growled at Falena, “Did you forget that Lady as the one that gave you your wife?” 

Jamil, Jade and Azul all looked surprised at this. 

Leona growled, “You couldn’t even choose the one you wanted to mate with. That human chose as if you were little more than a dog. Pick some pretty thing and throw you together and hope you make something good!” 

Falena nodded and spoke steadily, “I’m aware, but I love her. It know it may not be for all prize hybrids that have their mate chose for them but I love mine.” 

Azul asked carefully, “So is it just prize hybrids that this happen to?” 

Falena nodded, “Yes, owners of prize hybrids will not allow them to mate with just anyone and often picks someone for them. My Lady picked my mate for me.” 

Leona growled, “I won’t let her do so for me! I don’t want some sickening little chick thrown at me as if she is little more than ingredients for what they hope is a good stew in the making!” 

“How apt.” murmured Jamil. 

“Wait, did she pick someone out for you?” asked Jade. 

Falena’s eyes widen, “Is that why you ran away?” 

Leona shot to his feet with a glare, “I’m not going back there. Whether I stay here or not, I promise you, I’m not going back there. I’d rather rot in the streets with the pride that I have. It’s not to be sold to the highest bidder.” 

Falena nodded carefully, “I suppose we see the situation differently but you are still family. We still love you.” 

“If you say so…” 

— — —

Divus Crewel spoke as he stood across from Mrs. Thompson’s lawyer, “My client wants it to known that she did not willfully steal your hybrid. She found him, bleeding out and from the goodness of her heart, took care of him. Afterwards she tried to look up if he was owned by anyone but there was no record, so she registered him as her own. Mrs. L/N took all the proper procedures for this.” 

Mrs. Thompson’s lawyer gave a delicate sniff, “Did she now? I know that hybrids can slip thought the cracks, but prize hybrids have so much paperwork. Are you telling me that none of is showed up?” 

“None my client’s problem. Your former hybrid, had his chip removed, even at the expense of his own life. That paperwork then became quite hard to follow up on.” 

“Be that as is may, we know that Leona Kingscholar is owned by my client and therefore rights revert to her.” 

Divus Crewel slapped the baton into his hands, “Great, you want to pay damages for all that my clients has done for your client’s hybrid?” He didn’t even look at the paper that he tossed to the lawyer, “That’s our asking price. Calculated from the X months he has been with Mrs. L/N.” 

The lawyer showed Mrs. Thompson who waved a hand before boring holes back into you. You bore them right back. 

The lawyer sniffed, “A pittance. Chump change compared to what Leona will sow.” 

“Really? How’s that working for you?” Divus asked shrewdly, “He seems to have cost you more money to find him. Not to mention…hold, on I want to get this verbatim…” he picked up a sheet of paper, “...he is and I quote, “wasted golden egg.”  That is what your client said, correct?” 

The prior week, with your permission of course, Divus Crewel had crashed into your house to talk to Leona. Crash, I say because he was determined to speak with Leona no matter what. 

“Just leave the young whelp to me, young pup.” He spoke after you voice your concern for Leona, “I have dealt with many hybrids like him. They are angry at the system, and what they feel is more hopelessness than pure rage. I will get him to talk.” 

How Divus Crewel managed to do it, you didn’t know and didn’t ask. You and the other hybrids just made sure to clear out for him. 

Margaret L. Thompson snorted once. 

The lawyer spoke, “Leona is potential going to waste. As per the law, the client is allowed to pick a mate for her prized hybrids. This is to ensure a better potential down the line. She has had success in the form of Cheka.”

Divus Crewel waved his hand, “Irrelevant. We are discussing Leona. What makes you think if you get him back that this golden egg would be capable of laying more golden eggs? He might just cost you more money! He ran away once, what makes you think he won’t run away again?  

“Then I’ll get him back!!” Mrs. Thompson snapped.

“Silence!!” Her lawyer cried. 

“And waste even more money? You have put both hybrid brothers into lessons on etiquette, and dance and all things in between. You have entered them in prize hybrid competions. Falena Kingscholar has won numerous rewards and his son, has just won the junior reward. Leona has won a few second place prizes, but often failed at the finer points these competitions are based on. But in these last few years, you were force to withdraw him because he would disappear the day of the event. So I ask, what is the benefit to you here?” 

“Hybrids are owned by the one that owns them. My client don't have to sit here and listen to you…” 

Divus Crewel whipped out a check and held it up to the lawyer whose eyes widen, “My client is willing to wipe your slate clean provided that you give this “wasted golden egg” to her. She’s even willing to pay for him.” 

He moved the check to Maragart L. Thompson’s line of sight. She gave herself away by shooting to her seat and snatching the cheek. You made sure not to smirk.��

“I’m sure that will cover your expenses, hm?” Divus Crewel smirked. 

— — —

Cheka had tired himself and was napping in Leona’s arms. 

“It's been hours.” Jamil remarked. 

“These proceedings can take quite a bit of time.” Azul remarked. 

The door opened, both you and Maragear L. Thompson entered. 

Falena shot to his feet, “How did it go, my Lady?” 

Mrs. Thompson had a big smile on her face, “Get the little one and let’s go!” 

Everyone was confused. Did this mean you lost the case? With carefully looks at you, you were smirking, quite satisfied. Even Leona blinked. Exactly what was going on? Cheka chose this moment to wake up. 

“Come little one. We are leaving.” Falena spoke with no small amount of confusion. 

“Wa, isn’t uncle coming with us?” Cheka asked. 

“Why would he? Let’s go!”  Mrs. Thompson snapped. 

“Give the young one a moment! The least you can do is give him three minutes to say goodbye.” You snapped. 

Tears started welling in Cheka’s eyes as he tightened his hold on Leona. 

“Wait, you won?” Azul asked. 

“Yea, I knew it!!” Kalim cried. 

“B-b-b-but…” Cheka stammered. 

“What did I tell you about stammering!” Leona’s former owner snapped. 

You sent her a withering glare before making your way to Cheka. He watched from Leona’s arms as you kneeled down with a smile, “You can still see him again. With your Lady’s permission, you and your father can visit Leona whenever you like.” 

“Really?!!” Cheka cried, tears receding as Leona rolled his eyes. 

You nodded, “Of course!” 

“Okay!!” Cheka jumped down from Leona before turning to you and straightening, “Thank you, Ms. for your kindness.” He reached down and picked up your hand before kissing the back of his, “I app-ciate it.” 

“Appreciate it…” Falena corrected gently. 

“Ap-ppre-ciate it…”Cheka corrected. 

“So cute! Give me a hug!!” You opened your arm and Cheka flung himself at you. 

“Are we done now?” Mrs. Thompson asked. 

You and Cheka pulled back as you stood, “Yes. The paperwork is expected to be final by tomorrow. Have a good day, Mrs. Thompson.” 

Cheka thanked the room and waved goodbye to Leona who just grunted and threw up a hand as a sorry excuse of a wave. 

“Thank you, Mrs. L/N.” Falena spoke quietly. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of your brother.” 

He smiled, “You already do.” 

And with that they left. 

“So it’s officially then. You are Leona’s owner, right?” asked Jade. 

You nodded as Kalim threw his arms around yours, hugging it, “I knew you could do it Mistress!” 

“So, we stuck with this Sea Lion then?” Floyd cackled.

You smiled wickedly at Leona, “I guess so. Here catch!” 

Leona glared but caught the box easily. After he opened it, he rolled is eyes at the hybrid pendent with a yellow gem. 

“This is the part where you show some gratitude.” growled Jamil. 

“This is also the part where you leave me alone.” Leona snarked back, looking at the pendent. 

After a moment, he took it out of the box and put it on. When he looked up, everyone was looking at him shocked. He snorted and rolled his eyes as he stood, “Let’s go. It’s stuffy in here, and I’m missing my afternoon nap.” 

Leona had never willingly worn the pendent, the few times he was required to go out. 

Never. 

Part 11

[ecargmura]

Paradox Live The Animation Episode 1 Review - Anime Rapping Show

To be honest, I was never a big fan of hip-hop and I’m still not. However, Paradox Live seems different. Also, the reason why I got know this franchise is that I remembered listening to BAE’s song in the past and was surprised with the sudden usage of Korean. However, what got me hooked into ParaLive was the song “Jumping In To My World” which I’ll link below.

Other than that, I’m not too familiar with ParaLive in general, so this anime might be a good opportunity to see if I’ll get into it or not. Right now, I’m a bit interested. I love the character designs and the choice of voice actors!

So, from what I’ve seen, Paradox Live is about underground rappers who are invited to partake in a tournament in the mysterious Club Paradox, said to have disappeared ten years ago and then reappeared recently with the location and building being the same. Four groups are invited and the anime shows their lives in and out of rapping. Also, what makes this rap show unique is that they use the power of Phantometals. Not sure if they have them right now, but with the way they are described, it sounds like crack but metal.

The main group is called BAE, consisting of Allen Sugasano, Hajun Yeon and Anne Faulkner. They’re all roommates and go to school together. Allen seems to be the leader of the three as he’s the one making music and keeping the team together; he seems to be a music making geek in a way as he’s the one most excited to meet Buraikun. Hajun is the perfect prince—he’s rich, caring towards his friends, a model and tall. I think what makes Hajun super unique is that he’s Korean. Korean characters are rarely featured in anime, so for them to go out of their way to make him Korean and not a bad stereotypical caricature makes me happy. I love that he uses his rich boy privileges to do crazy things like riding in a limo and entering Club Paradox from helicopter. From the research I did on ParaLive before the anime premiere, I am aware that Anne is non-binary, but I’m still gonna call them a queen. I love their design out of the main three. I love that they’re not used as a joke either. I’m surprised Japan is becoming progressive with how they write Hajun and Anne.

There are other rap groups: The Cat’s Whiskers, cozmez, and AKYR. There are so many characters, so for now, I’ll just say my first impression of them. Regarding The Cat’s Whiskers, I was surprised to see a character like Saimon. Usually, I really like ikemen characters, so to see such a refined and elegant gentleman like Saimon made me feel something. Right now, he and Hajun are my favorites but that might change in the future. Other TCW rappers are Yohei, Ryu and Shiki. Right now, I think Ryu stands out the most after Saimon from the sheer fact that he’s a weirdo and voiced by Natsuki Hanae. For AKYR, they’re a big group. I know that the pink haired boy is Reo and he’s voiced by Shougo Yano, who voices Mafuyu from Given. I’m interested to learn more about this group. cozmez is a twin duo group consisting of older brother Kanata and younger brother Nayuta. They both live in the slums and want to compete so that they can live a better life and for Nayuta to get treatment; the younger brother seems to be ill? Anyways, I think their character designs are the best because they’re so unique! This is how you should design twins! Give them two different hair styles instead of having the same hairstyle but in different directions. 

What I like best about this show is that everyone is connected and knows each other’s identities in real life, so it’s not a hush-hush secret life kind of show. BAE are students who attend Saimon’s classes and know that they rap. Shiki seems to know Nayuta. This gives the story opportunities to give each character some spotlight since they’re all interconnected! I just hope that the anime will give me characterization and not just singing/rapping for the next 11-12 episodes.

The voice acting is splendid! They use a plethora of talented voice actors and utaites to make this show work! BAE’s voice actors are Gakuto Kajiwara (Allen), Ayumu Murase (Hajun) and 96Neko (Anne). The fact that they even got utaites for this project really makes it stand out! I can’t wait to hear more from the other characters. Once again, the stand out performance is from Ryu (Natsuki Hanae)’s five second screen time like I mentioned earlier.

The music’s great so far and I can’t wait to hear more! Will they ever perform Jumping In To My World? I want to hear that! The CG’s actually really good! It’s not too stiff and it does feel like the characters are moving flawlessly.

Overall, I’m excited for more! I’m also worried about what Allen’s doing at the end because that does not look pretty at all. I hope he’s alright. What are your thoughts on this anime’s premiere?

[starrook]

PLOTTER / SHIPPER

taken from: my claude and lukas blogs :) which were taken from a jcink pokemon rp’s shipper section

tagging: the person reading this

1. CONNECTIONS

write about how our muses could connect with each other! ex. what does your muse like to do that other people would be involved in? do they have interests that other people might share?

He is a Knight of Seiros and doesn’t advertise his prince-status, he wants to be treated like a normal person that doesn't need any special treatment.

It might be a surprise to other muses that he is a prince of Brodia and Diamant’s brother. Not sure if it's enough for a full thread but might be fun for a short interaction. I mean Alcryst won't have fun but it's okay.

Consistently tries to push himself to try new things, willing to go out of his comfort zone and do something he’s never done before. In between Engage’s end and arrival in Fódlan, he finished his formal education, but still takes seminars on topics that he's interested in.

The problem is that he doesn’t have much in the way of hobbies. Trying to fish more but it’s not usually something he does by himself. He's the kind of guy that will want to try something new but only if there's a friend by his side.

Loves learning about new places! I think if the school had cultural festivals he’d be all in. 

2. PLATONIC

Write about your muse and their concept of friendship. Ex. how is your muse like with friends? Do they make friends easily or do they find it difficult to connect with others?

Alcryst's biggest barrier to making friends is, unfortunately, himself. He's pretty shy and awkward due to low self-esteem, so it's rare for him to make a good first impression with people. In spite of that, "other people" are specifically listed as one of his likes and he wants to make meaningful connections with everyone.

So here is my bold take: Alcryst is a (shy) extrovert. He's uncomfortable being in the center of attention, he struggles at intense parties... but at the same time he enjoys the company of others, he goes out of his way to meet new people and wants to connect with them. Yes he calls himself a bit of an introvert in his Seadall support but I've decided that he's wrong so there 😂

It takes a while for Alcryst to get comfortable with a new person, but once he is, he's really a different person from how he usually is. He's a lot more relaxed and comfortable, and he's less prone to self-deprecation if he's shooting the shit with his friends. Mainly because Alcryst tends to keep the focus more on others than himself. He's the kind of guy that goes out of his way for the people he cares about, observant of their emotions and desires and always trying to lift their spirits, make them happy. For better or worse, he's a people pleaser and cares about what other people think.

3. ANTAGONISTIC

Write about your muse and the conflicts they have with other people. Ex: who are they on bad terms with, what kind of people do they not get along well with, how do they act around people they don’t like

Alcryst is NOT conflict-averse and very much willing to start fights if he believes the other person is in the wrong. See: him about to throw hands with Ivy post Chapter 10, still being hostile in her C support like "you know what you've done", treating Alear and Hortensia as enemies when he believes them to be a threat (to the point of almost shooting the Divine Dragon's head off, whoopsies!). It comes from a place of wanting to protect the people he cares about, the kingdom of Brodia as well as his family. From his Camilla Bond A convo:

Camilla: I feel like we’re quite similar. Like how we’re both kind, but can be cruel on the battlefield… Alcryst: Me? Similar to you?! I’m completely unworthy! Though…we do work well together in battle. Alcryst: Perhaps because we give our all to defend our allies and show no mercy to the enemy.

I think Alcryst starts out as having a black-and-white view of things, like a very Us-vs-Them mentality that he grew up with. Elusians are a threat because they worship the Fell Dragon (bad), and Brodia keeps them in check by conquering their territory and undermining the kingdom (good!). If you're not with us, will that make you a threat in the future? That sort of thing. I imagine he'd still be wary of people who are unable to commit to a cause or switch sides as it pleases them. They would be considered unpredictable, not someone to trust. It's absolutely not something Alcryst is proud of, he gives himself a lot of grief about it and is trying to "be more like Diamant" in that regard.

4. ROMANTIC

Write about your muse and their relationship with romance. Ex. are they searching for love or not interested in it in the slightest, what’s their dating history like, how do they act around crushes, how would they treat their partner if they were in a relationship.

As Citrinne puts it, he's not that clever 😂😂😂

Alcryst is kind of oblivious. He doesn't think anyone would like him, so if someone tried to flirt with him he would think that they're either joking or he's misunderstanding the situation. Unfortunately you'd need to drop very loud and obvious hint for him to get it, and even then he'll second-guess himself and wonder if he's reading too much into it. "Diamant, xyz said that I'm hot, that they would date me given the chance, they give me lots of gifts and say that they love every part of me. I'm not sure if this means that they're actually interested in me, help."

His dating history is nonexistent: when your brother is the most eligible bachelor in Brodia you don't tend to get a bunch of marriage proposals your way. Why aim for silver when you can potentially win gold?

As a prince of Brodia, Alcryst has pretty much accepted that he's likely going to get married for political purposes rather than "true love". However he still has reservations about it, as he does not want some poor girl to end up miserable with him just to make a power move. Whether there is romantic attraction in the marriage or not, Alcryst would still prioritize having a happy and harmonious relationship with his partner. If Diamant ordered him to marry someone he did not choose, Alcryst would do so: duty commands it, and it's expected of him to follow through.

Because of that, Alcryst tries not to act upon his crushes. I like to think that he's the kind of guy that gets all kind of crushes easily, mainly because he wants to get to know them better. He'll just as easily try to talk himself out of them and convince himself that it'll never happen, though. Alcryst is much of the same around his crushes, maybe more nervous (but he's always nervous).

While I was writing this, I ended up asking myself this fun question question: Does Alcryst think he deserves love and romance?

I don’t play him as thinking himself as abominable scum of the earth that deserves nothing, ever, he has some self-respect. Maybe doesn’t see fairy-tale romance as something that would ever happen for him. 

Is he worthy of being loved? Struggling with that. Maybe that’s why he’s not totally opposed to political marriage, he doesn’t think he deserves love so he tries not to yearn for it? Or really place that much focus on finding it. His existence in the Brodian royal family is a mistake so it’s fine if they use him as a political pawn.

Doesn’t need to be in love with them, but doesn’t want to be miserable with them either. He puts his all into what he does, wants to be committed.

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

This is just the place i needed to find! Just know you’re filling a niche that desperately needed filling. For my request, liiiiittle NSFW but how would the kirklands react to an SO who is pretty flirtatious, but when it comes down to act, will only “service” them; wont let it happen the other way around. They’re reason being they dont want them disgusted with him/her. Heavy i know, but thanks even if you dont see this.

First of all thank you !

I am so glad to hear that my blog is filling this niche space for someone !

I really hope i fullfill my job correctly <3

slight nsfw under +18

uk brothers II NSFW II s/o who's flirtatious but with a subtle twist

❥ when at diner around his brothers, your leg slides up to his slowly he doesn't really know how to get out of here. Your leg is slowly going higher every second stoping over his inner thigh and poking his growing bulge. Alistair leans over the table, so no one could see your leg, in between his thighs. He does a great job doing, so, no one notices but his attention is sporadic. Later only you got to do what you wanted desperatly to for more than an hour .

Everytime his arm slidded up to your waist or is hand would sneak to your inner thighs you would take over immediately, resulting in you often giving him blowjobs.

He wasn't against it, but he wished he could sometimes do the same to you in return. To his eyes, you deserved to be serviced as well and pleased.

Alistair once whispered to you, asking why you wouldn't let him do so. He wanted to make sure your boundaries are set and if needed, your fears cleared away.

❥ connor whispering you dirty words doesn't really work but the other way around does. Pretty easy for his s/o. It could be in public or just randomly through the day at home together. When you whisper right behind his ears about how you two needed some private time together now, he rarely hesitates. He is easy to service, he doesn't hold back much and knows you find pleasure in servicing him. Even if he does find a liking to staring straight up at you while your hand works his dick in rythmn, he still wants to pleasure you in a certain way. Make it kiss you while you're pleasuring him or pleasure you in a certain way at the same time, his mind had all kinds of thoughts possible.

When you mentioned your fear on how he would see you, he made sure to show you the opposite so you never refuse again.

❥ something about sean made you want to service him real badly. Something about his looks maybe ? Your boyfriend is handsome but in this odd way. Was it how his hand would ran up through his undercut, or that smile of his.. ? Or could it be his personality, hiding this handsome of his. It's when he stands in front of the doors, or when he is slightly laid against the wall crossing his arms, something makes you want to make your boyfriend pleased, and pleased in th e most embarrassing ways ever. Watch his hot face crumble down when you start humping his crotch.

His eyebrows starts to frown slightly as he stay concentrated on your ass sliding back and forth over him. His cheeks light up quickly but he keeps this serious face, getting slowly lost as he reaches his limit. Right before he wanted to please you as well, wondering when he could switch the roles and undress you right there and change your mind about your worried thoughts. A pretty face like yours deserved to be teased and pleased the same way.

❥ dylan gets the point of your touching pretty quick, the way youre facing him, touching his arms and smiling lovingly in his eyes, he knows. If you got him to sit down, quickly enough he could not refuse the usual lap dance treatment. He could cum right there just watching you, he won't count the number of button up shirts he broke out of excitment, being to eager about it.

When you mess up his hair, your hands sliding over to all the right places. He clearly wants to destroy you and end you in the most wild ways.

It would only be fair to pay you back for your hard work on him all the time right ? When you refuse he needs to know why, such a hot person like you wouldn't want or need him to service you.

❥ cuddling with arthur until you start kissing all over his neck, making sure he disturbed enough to take over. When the kisses suddenly go slower, lingering on the spots and you slowly go down to the object of your interest. He loves it and makes sure you take time doing it so, part of your flirtatious act for him. Always plucking your lips over your finger and staring directly at him and now you would pluck those lips around something else bigger.

By when your done kissing it all, he is hard enough, about to throw you over but you never let him do so, earning his desperation but your eagerness to please him is stronger. When he learns the reasons on why you never let him make you feel good, he listens carefully and gives you a chance to try it out, so you could figure out your needs with him.

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Damage Control - 1x16 Shadow

They drive in silence for a while, aimlessly, if Dean’s honest, just away. Away from fighting the Daēva, from Meg, from a blood-stained crime scene. Away from Dad.

Dean’s sure that their father is already well out of town, foot steady on the gas pedal of his truck in spite of his injuries. He took off in the opposite direction, and Dean can feel the increasing distance between them in his guts. Or maybe it’s just his own wounds? The Daēva got him good, and he can feel blood trickling down his side where its claws raked him. There’s a trail of fiery stinging from his ribs to his stomach; the same goes for his forehead.

Looking over at Sam, he sees that his brother isn’t faring any better. The shadow demon tore his left cheek open with its claws, the deep, ragged grooves still bleeding freely. And Dean’s pretty sure the semi-darkness in the car and Sam’s three layers of clothing are hiding additional wounds.

“Sam?” When he has his brother’s attention, he makes a circular motion at his own cheek, then points at Sam.

“Hospital time.”

There’s a sucking-in of air as Sam gets ready to launch into automatic protest. “What? No! It’s not that b-”

“Yes, it is,” Dean cuts him off. “Look at your face, man! I can’t sew this up. Unless you want me to Frankenstein you. Probably need a Tetanus shot, too. And antibiotics. We both do. It got me good as well.” He winces and presses one hand to his side.

That gets Sam’s attention. He sits up straight. “Got you? How bad?”

“Bad enough to hurt like a sonofabitch.”

“Can you drive?”

Dean waves him off. “Yeah. Shouldn’t be far.”

It’s not. Fifteen minutes later, they’re standing at an ER reception desk, lying to the nurse about their names, insurance and an obscure animal attack, and after noticing that Dean’s dripping blood onto the floor they’re ushered into an exam cubicle. Efficient hands peel them out of their bloody shirts and take their vitals. A first assessment determines that they’ll live but will need an impressive amount of stitching. Four deep slashes run from the side of Dean’s rib cage down to his belly button, Sam’s got a matching set across one of his pecs, and there are the facial injuries on both of them.

“What happened to you two?” A female doctor in surgical scrubs enters their cubicle. Her name tag identifies her as B. Kumaga, M.D.

“Wildlife.” Dean gives her his best daredevil smirk. “Wouldn’t advise camping out anywhere near the truck stop on the interstate if I were you.”

They’d agreed on some vague story about an animal attack that went so fast they couldn’t even see what exactly had wanted to maul them. Experience has taught them that hospitals were ready to accept the craziest explanations as long as there were no other people or weapons involved. It kept the police out of it and paperwork minimal, and animal control - if summoned at all - rarely ever showed up before they were patched up and gone.

“What kind of animal?” The doctor, a classy, black woman in her forties, approaches Sam first and carefully examines his cheek.

“We’re not sure,” Sam says, wincing slightly. “It was dark, and we’d been asleep. It was so quick, and we just blindly fought it off.”

The doctor frowns and adjusts the light so she can see better. “These look like claw marks. Some sort of wildcat?”

“Could’ve been,” Dean chimes in from the other gurney. “To be honest, we were too distracted to give it a good look. You know, what with the thing trying to rip our faces off and everything.” He grins crookedly, although he feels like crap. Charm and bravado usually work best on ER doctors, tired of dealing with whiny and scared patients all the time. It keeps questions at bay and speeds up treatment.

“Understandable.” The doctor smirks. She turns away from Sam and snaps on new gloves to check Dean’s wounds now. “And you got lucky.”

“Because the thing didn’t rip our throats out?” Dean sucks in air as the doctor palpates the slashes on his stomach.

“Because I’m a plastic surgeon and can fix this mess,” Doctor Kumaga replies evenly, with a trace of that cocky arrogance Dean has seen in surgeons before. “Your luck I’m on ER duty tonight.”

“Wow.” Dean looks over at Sam. “We’re getting the royal treatment, brother.”

Sam’s responsive smile is a bit lopsided. “Looks like it.”

“Well,” the surgeon says, her fingertips on Dean’s forehead now. “It would be a shame to leave you two boys looking like roadkill. But I have to warn you - this’ll take an hour or two, and you’ll either have to hold still for that long or let me put you under and keep you here overnight. Which one’s it going to be?”

Dean exchanges a glance with his brother. The choice is clear.

“Door number one, please,” Dean replies. “We can handle it.”

“Thought so.” The surgeon gives Dean a look that might be an acknowledgement of their bravery. Then she starts opening drawers and pulling out instrument trays, vials and surgical towels. “I’m gonna numb you up, and then we can start. Who wants to go first?”

Sam and Dean look at each other, both of their right hands already forming fists for a round of Rock-Paper-Scissors. And - sonofabitch! - Dean loses. Again.

xxx

Almost three hours later, Dean unlocks the door to a stale-smelling motel room and limps inside, each step pulling on his fresh stitches. Sam slips past him and drops their bags onto the floor, then sinks onto one of the beds with an audible sigh. Dean does the same on the other bed, tossing aside the baseball hat he’d worn to conceal his wounds.

The plastics surgeon had known what she was doing. She’d sewn both of them up with neat, small sutures that would leave only minimal scarring. Thin, flesh-colored bandage strips are covering the stitches on their faces, making them look almost inconspicuous except for some swelling around the wounds. The motel clerk hadn’t even noticed when Dean had checked them in, head angled away from the light, baseball hat pulled low into his forehead.

To prevent chafing, Sam’s chest and Dean’s side and belly are more heavily bandaged, and Dean is glad for the additional padding when he lies down. The local anesthetic is fading fast, and he can feel the familiar prickle-and-sting of his stitches gearing up for a night of fun.

“Where d’you think Dad is now?” Sam asks from his right. He sounds dejected.

Dean closes his eyes. The memory of his father’s bloodied face rushes in. “Still on the road? Or patching himself up somewhere, laying low? I don't know. But I’m pretty sure he put some miles between us before he stopped.”

“Should we call him? Make sure he’s alright?”

Sam sounds conflicted, his voice unsure. For years he’d nurtured nothing but rage, reproach and bitterness when it came to their father. That one hug they’d exchanged before the Daēva attacked them seems to have mellowed him, and, somehow, that makes it all even harder. They’d found him. Jesus fucking Christ, they’d finally found Dad, and in one piece. They’d reconciled. Dean’s heart had leaped at their reunion. They’d be together again, all three of them. Hunt together. Be a family.

But his hopes had been smashed. The shadow demon had demonstrated why it wasn’t meant to be, why their father had disappeared for months and not even answered his phone - not even when Dean was dying from heart failure. They were a liability. A weakness. John Winchester’s Achilles heel. They didn’t make him stronger. They made him vulnerable.

“He’ll be alright,” Dean answers, heaviness in his chest. “He always is. And I don’t think he’d even pick up the phone.”

Sam stares at the ceiling, and when he speaks again, there’s pain in his voice - and a touch of that old anger rekindling. “That’s what I don’t get - that he can’t even talk to us. I mean, where’s the harm in that? Is that demon tracing phone calls now?! Dad can use a burner if that’s what he’s afraid of. He could at least check in every once in a while and let us know that he’s still alive. Check if we are alive!”

Dean sighs. That didn’t last long. There he is again - the pouty, defiant, self-centered little brother who stormed off to Stanford four years ago. Sammy, so caught up in his own righteousness that he can’t see past the tip of his nose.

“He can’t risk it, Sammy,” he says tiredly. “We don’t know what that demon is capable of. You just saw what happened! We get together, we get hurt. That thing will use us to get to Dad. If that demon finds out we’re in touch–”

“He’s our father, Dean!” Sam sits up, plants his big feet on the carpet, posture aggressive. “I get that he wants us out of harm’s way. And I want that demon to pay for what it did just as much as him, but he’s our goddamn father!”

All Dean wants to do is sleep. His body feels like a slap of lead. Everything hurts. But Sam’s not going to let this go, so Dean struggles upright and, holding his side, he locks eyes with his brother, countering his dark stare with what he hopes is amenability.

“He’s trying to protect us, Sammy.”

Sam scoffs. “He’s protecting himself! He’s obsessed! Finding that demon is more important to him than anything else in this world! More important than his own sons!”

“That’s not true.” Dean’s answer comes fast, with conviction. That flutter of doubt he feels? It skitters away, outranked by his sense of loyalty toward his father. John Winchester may not be perfect, but Dean knows he loves them, he has to, doesn’t he? What Sam says is wrong, clouded by that immature grudge he’s still holding. “He’d die for us if he had to. You know that! He watched Mom die, and that’s why he’s doing this! For all we know, that thing could be coming after us, too, and he’s trying everything to keep us safe by getting to it first!”

Sam stares at him in disbelief, the asymmetry of his injured and bandaged face making him look foreign. “This is the story you keep telling yourself? That he’s doing this for us? Why are you always defending him? This isn’t about us! It’s about revenge!”

Anger flares in Dean. But he’s exhausted, and they’ve been around this block too many times. He knows how it could end. He’s already lost Dad, for the second time. He can’t risk losing Sammy again, too.

“Can we not do this?” he asks, sounding more desperate than he means to. “Can we just… not fight?”

It’s clearly not the reaction Sam had expected. Apparently he’d been ready for Dean to yell at him, to fall into that same old pattern of escalation the Winchester men had cultivated over the years. When it’s not coming, Sam’s face goes blank with surprise before rearranging into confusion. “I don’t–” he says, then he breaks off and starts again, studying Dean. “Are you… are you okay?”

No, Dean wants to reply. No, I’m not okay. I’m hurting inside and out, and I know you are too.

“I’m fine,” comes out of his mouth instead. “I really just need to sleep. Can we talk about this another time?” He hates how his voice wavers.

“Yeah.” Sam’s frown deepens. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Okay.”

Dean settles back onto the bed and rolls onto his good side, face turned away from Sam. Behind his back, he hears his brother shuffling, getting up again, hesitant.

“You… you want the bathroom first? Or can I..?”

“Go ahead. I think I’m just gonna go to sleep.”

It’s wishful thinking. His side is stinging in earnest now, and no matter how he turns his head, his injured face hurts against the cheap motel pillow. While Sam retreats to the bathroom, he stares into the semi-darkness of the room.

Dad, he thinks. Where are you now? And then, inevitably, Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll watch out for Sammy. I’ll keep him safe.

The Damage Control Series Masterlist

Read the entire series on AO3 here:

[frozenbound]

Shimadacest headcanon #49:

(Continuation of Shimadacest Headcanon #29, #30, #31, #32, #33, #34, #35, #36, #37, #38, #39, #40, #41, #42, #43, #44, #45, #46, #47, and #48)

"My turn?" Hanzo chuckles. "You need to give an old man time to catch his breath."

"Have I finally run you ragged, brother?" Genji shoots back, his voice tired yet gleeful. "Now that I know this is what it takes, our training sessions will never be the same."

Hanzo shivers at the implications.

Yes, their training sessions will be...somewhat different from now on.

"I hope..." he begins.

Genji laughs. "Don't worry, brother, I'm not going to demand special treatment or slack off. Being run into the ground is why I want you as my trainer. It's what you can do after I'm laying flat out on the ground, panting, sweaty, ripe, so tired that my muscles have turned to goo...why, you'd be able to do just about anything to me, then."

He grinds his hips against Hanzo's ass, and his cock has only softened a little, so the movement sends a shot of heat through his core.

"But if you can do nothing but lie there," Genji purrs, "then I'll just have to do all the work. Turn over, brother."

Hanzo's face reddens. "Are you...?"

"Turn over, brother," Genji orders again as he gently withdraws. Hanzo clenches down when his cockhead pops free, unwilling to let any of his little brother's precious essence leak out, but it's so deep inside it's debatable whether it will ever come out.

Perhaps his little fantasy of melding it into his body will have some truth to it...

Then Genji tugs on Hanzo's left hip and side and slowly rolls Hanzo over. Hanzo plays at being somewhat of a rag doll, his limbs trailing loosely after his hips and torso flop over.

Genji swallows at the tableau of Hanzo spread out beneath him, his white hair lying like snowdrifts and snowbanks all around him, his white body hair sprinkled across his chest and abs and forearms and thighs.

But what really gets his attention is Hanzo's beatific, almost dreamy expression, his dark eyes relaxed, his smile easy and carefree.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself, brother," Genji says softly. "You look so...happy."

Hanzo feels a pang of regret echo through his chest. He described himself as austere and solemn earlier, and he meant it, but he's also capable of being content and loose and cheerful, and, what's more, he's felt this comfortable and pleased in Genji's company many, many times before...but has Genji never known it?

"I am happy," he confirms, "but not much more so than usual."

Genji blinks. "What?"

Hanzo's face softens as his suspicions are confirmed. "You are a fine young man, Genji," he says sincerely. "I must be calm and collected with you because you're so much younger and more impulsive than I am, but I am very rarely not happy when you're with me. You're my little brother. You're hasty and a rascal and a prankster, but you're goodhearted and kind and quite responsible when it truly matters. I've always admired your dedication to your training and how easily you make friends with everyone you meet, and I've always known that you wouldn't spend so much time with me unless you enjoyed me. I'm very thankful for that, both because it's a compliment to be liked by someone like you, and because I enjoy spending time with you, too."

Genji's eyes are glistening. "So...I'm...not a bother?" he asks, a little tremulously.

"Of course you're a bother," Hanzo laughs. "But that's what makes you Genji, my aggravating, annoying, playful, spirited little brother. Who would want anyone else as a younger sibling? You're perfect."

Genji sniffles and turns away to scrub at his eyes for a moment. "You're...you're doing this on purpose," he mutters thickly.

"Yes," Hanzo says with great affection. "You're so cute when something touches your heart."

"Someone," Genji corrects, and that strikes true on Hanzo, and his lip trembles before he begins to gather himself up to rise up to embrace his little brother.

Genji pushes him back down, though. "Later," he admonishes, his eyes still a little wet. "We can be silly and sappy and emotional later. Right now, though, I want to take care of you. Take care of this."

And he takes Hanzo's slightly softened cock in hand.

Genji licks his lips as he tests how large it is, and again when it begins to revive and get even larger.

"Let's get you inside me, brother."

[strawberry-cowmilk]

Hello! I was hoping toask if I could request a hc? Btw, I already know that you don't have the best schedule so it's ok if it's a bit late- I'll understand.

Can I get a mc that rarely talks? But there's only on exception- and that is if she's insulting someone. Whether it'd be in private or straight in the demon brothers faces.

And mc I very good too- she doesn't joke around. So I wanted to know how the bros would react to you cussing/roasting them out?

Hi! Thank you for understanding I'm slow at the moment. Regardless, I hope I didn't make you wait too long. Enjoy!

the brothers get insulted by a usually quiet mc

-> brothers x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: insulting, yelling, mentions of mammon being punished, (mild) angst, self-deprecation,

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Lucifer

you'd be getting the mammon treatment if it weren't for your relationship with lucifer

obviously, he isn't happy about the situation and won't hestitate to let you know he doesn't enjoy getting insulted, but you can tell he's softer with you

lucifer thinks you might be able to let his brothers know their places after they pull some insane stunt

Mammon

he is very surprised at this discovery, he expected this from his brothers but never did he imagine you'd be just as good as screaming at him as they are

and, mammon is kind of hurt too, causing you to feel bad for him after you're done insulting

'hey, mc, it was just a joke... you ain't gotta go around offendin' me...'

Leviathan

levi doesn't usually do something to annoy you enough to this point, but he really crossed a line when he said he likes hana ruri more than you, even if it was a joke

as expected, levi will agree with every insult you throw his way

the insulting turns into comforting after he starts yelling about how much he doesn't like himself

Satan

at some point, he will start making snarky remarks and screaming at you

though satan must admit, your insults are creative and good, maybe you can do this to lucifer next

after the heat of the moment had passed, satan will apologise for having lost his temper

Asmodeus

he thinks you're joking at first, therefore he will dramatically gasp and place a hand on his chest whenever you'd say something

only later does he realise you're serious, he will then say things like 'no that's not true' back, knowing very well you were right

asmo won't be happy after you're done, but he'd probably forgive you in less than five minutes anyways

Beelzebub

how dare you, mc?

beel feels horrible for whatever he might have done to upset such a reserved human like you, he'll say 'sorry' after every insult you throw hos way

beel isn't an innocent and pure demon, you know this, but he is one of those individuals you immediately feel bad for after you upset them, so you apologise to him later

Belphegor

honestly, belphie doesn't care at all when you insult him

like, you'd be standing there calling him out on his bad behavior and this dude just gives you a thumbs up before ignoring you and sleeping on the couch

only if you're at it for a very long time, he'd say something equally nasty back at you, he won't apologise unless you do it first

[astaroth1357]

How Often They Worry about MC…

For those who don’t know, I have a little dog named Charlie and she is a large portion of my world. There's no need to be alarmed, my dog is fine, but there are days where I hold her and all I can think about is how much I worry about her health down the line… I suppose we often do that for the people we love, particularly the ones who may not last as long as we will. Take that as inspiration if you'd like.

Lucifer 

Near constantly. 

If you tracked his blood pressure on a grid, you'd see it start to continuously rise about when he decided they were worth having in his life.

Lucifer is the eldest sibling to a whole crew of brothers so he's no stranger to worry. He worried about his brothers when they were young, he worried about them after the Fall, and he still worries about them now (even if he's less open about it).

But a part of him knows that his brothers can handle their own, at least to varying degrees. The MC, though? He's far less sure…

They've proven rather resilient, but also headstrong and reckless. Neither of which are good things to be in a place this dangerous...

If Lucifer isn't careful, he can catch himself staring at a wall or window just wondering where they are and if they're doing alright… If he called them every time he had a passing worry, their inbox would be full by the end each week.

He holds himself back because he doesn't have the time to constantly protect them, but that doesn't stop him from sending a text once or twice a day. They better respond or he'll start (secretly) panicking.

Mammon

He forgets their mortality from time to time, but every time he remembers it hits like a ton of bricks…

Mammon is a pretty "in-the-moment" person. He doesn't spend a lot of time dwelling on the future, but whenever he does the thought of losing MC always comes back to him again and again.

Like. It's gotta happen eventually, right? They're human, humans die, hell they don't even live that long to start with!

The MC can always tell when Mammon's getting worried because he'll get uncharacteristically quiet and pace around or hover by them…

Every little injury or strenuous task will suddenly seem like too much to him as well. 

If they need to carry some boxes, he'll carry them all.

If they have to jog to class, he's carrying them. 

If they so much as get a papercut, he'll have a heart attack.

It's not very hard to get Mammon out of these funks - he really does want them to reassure him that they're okay - but he's never going to get fully over it…

Not until he can steal whatever top secret immortality formula Solomon must have used anyway… He'll get it off that bastard eventually.

Leviathan

Thinks about it so often he has to actively try not to just to get any peace…

He dodges his fears for MC like a protagonist dodges lasting consequences. Every time he feels one creeping up, he's always got a distraction waiting…

"Hey where's MC at? I hope they didn't fall into the riv-OH HEY CHECK OUT THIS NEW GAME!!"

"What are they doing over there…? That looks hard, what if they bre-WAIT DIDN'T MY FAVORITE VOICE ACTOR JUST RELEASE A NEW PODCAST???"

"What if the MC dies tomorrow and they leave me all alo-DEVIL FIGHT 200! YOU CAN'T BEAT DEVIL FIGHT 200, LET’S BREAK MY HIGH SCORE!!"

Cut him some slack, his psyche cannot handle the idea of losing them on top of everything else he grapples with every day.

If, on the rare occasion, he does let himself fall down that rabbit hole he becomes extra clingy and practically begs MC not to leave his room… like ever. He'd bubble wrap them if he could.

Anytime they get really hurt or really sick he refuses to leave their side even if it means he has to awkwardly sit on the floor. He just needs to be able to glance at them every so often to be sure they're alive… Still breathing?? Phew…

Satan

He worries, preps, rationalizes, then worries again…

For Satan, knowledge is power and every scrap of information he can learn about MC is more power he can use to keep them safe and healthy.

Yes, he will want their medical history. Yes, he's going to need a list of prescriptions. Family members too. And no, you do not get a choice.

He'll read up on as many things as he can - pawn medical journals off of witches and get magical alternatives from Solomon.

The cycle usually goes: 

1. He's lying awake at night because he just heard about some terrible bacteria that makes human's skin peel off or something.

2. He does all the research he can on this bacteria, its treatment options, best prevention methods, etc.

3. Gets right about to break out the rubber booties for MC to wear around, then realizes they have a very slim chance of catching said bacteria since it's only native to incredibly remote parts of Indonesia.

4. Feels instant relief that MC will probably not catch flesh-eating bacteria and can finally sleep again…

5. Hears of some other human medical horror from Solomon and starts to worry…

It's a vicious cycle indeed… But at least he's getting a lot of medical training. Soon enough he'll be the Devildom's version of a human vet (which I guess is just a doctor, come to think of it. 🤔)

Asmodeus 

Lives so "here-and-now" that he doesn't remember often, but when he does it's always heartbreaking…

Asmo usually tries to worry about things as little as possible. It’s bad for the skin, you know? But when the MC is involved, all of that goes out the window.

Like how a delicate blossom eventually wilts in the snow, the MC is bound to leave them in time… Usually there's supposed to be something beautiful in that kind of tragedy, but perhaps he's just too close to them to find any romance in it.

The thought of their death gives him breakouts and anytime they get hurt or sick he's the first brother to offer them comfort. Every time.

Because he doesn't feel like he's as physically strong as he brothers, he tries to make up for it by minding their health in other ways. Anything to keep his MC strong and beautiful as always!

If Asmo is in a worrying mood, then he may also compensate by trying to take the MC out to a party or some fun event. Why sit around worrying by himself when he could be making memories with them now, right?

Beelzebub

It comes in waves, mostly at night.

When your thoughts throughout the day are mostly, "I wish I wasn't so hungry," it doesn't afford you a lot of time to think about much else.

In a way, it's a good thing since he experiences a lot less stress. But those worries are still there and they mostly plague his dreams…

Beel doesn’t feel hungry when he's sleeping, so a lot of his fears will make themselves known overnight. An injured or dying MC is often in his rotation of nightmares though, of course, he'd rather it not be…

After having one of these dreams, his first instinct is to always make sure the MC is okay. If they're with him, he'll hug them and check their heartbeat. If they're somewhere else, he'll go to them or shoot a text.

He has woken up without realizing his nightmare was all a dream though, and usually it's up to Belphie or MC themselves to console him while he cries… It's so heartbreaking, sweet boy just puts a lot of pressure on himself to be sure they're safe…

When he worries, it's like they're the most beautiful and expensive China set in a room full of bulls and hammers. If he could tape them to his side, he probably would. He gets scared for them that much…

Belphegor 

More scared about it than anyone else in the House.

Despite his calm demeanor, Belphie is truly afraid of losing his loved ones beneath the surface… He's already lost one of his most dear siblings before, going through that again may just break him.

Unfortunately, he's also felt just how fragile the MC is firsthand... He's not even the strongest of his brothers, yet he was able to snuff them out so easily… Who's to say someone else won't try?

Like Beel, MC's death is a recurring nightmare for him but he can usually shake off his dreams fairly well, if not change them mid-sleep. More scary is when something is actually wrong with them or they're not feeling well.

Belphie always sets his inner laziness aside for the MC when he can. If they get sick, he'll usually be right along with his family to take care of them - even if he has to skip school to do so (not that he cares about class anyway).

When he's worrying about them, he tries to play it off at first, but soon enough they'll notice him acting overly concerned and losing sleep… Best to calm him down before he starts getting cranky.

[books-and-catears]

I don't really know if I'm allowed to make a request specially since I usually don't get my request taken but it worth a shot :)

Can you make the Obey me character's react to Teen Mc giving them a special type of flower? Like it expresses how they feel?

For example: trust (purple) Family (Red) Love (Yellow) brother/sister (Pink/blue)

(Teen Mc thinks of the demon brothers as family)

If you want to do Lord Diavolo And Barbutos, give them a flower that of Daisy (means she/he/they see them as parents)

:)

I will appreciate it if you did this! Lots of love and support

Worry not! Your request is taken! This is such a cute idea tho awwww!!

I'll be making up some imaginary flower names for Devildom flora because I'm very bad at actual flower language, sorry :')

Hopefully you'll like it 🥺 Thank you so much for your kindness. Endless love and support to you as well!

Lucifer

Lucifer noticed a rare blue flower tucked neatly among his quills after you left his room.

It was his favourite shade of blue. Attached to it, was a note. "A sturdy Bluebellena for my strongest brother."

Oh my, this is from MC, it seems. He smiled knowing full well the significance of the flower.

His chest swelled twice the amount with pride. You saw him as your big brother? He couldn't be happier about it.

If you think he was overprotective and overbearing before, haha you were wrong.

Gives you special treatment and spoils you with gifts and treats. Favours you over his brothers.

Mammon

Notices a several small purple flowers tucked into his wallet next to Goldie when he comes looking for it in his room

Oi what's this? There's even a note? This looks like MC wrote it.

"To the best protector I could ask for :)" The note said.

"The purple Poppyionis - are staple symbol of trust" ,Satan told him when asked.

Mammon teared up instantly. Will definitely seek you out for a hug. He never thought anyone would trust a scumbag like him...

Overprotective 2.0. Is constantly by your side, keeping all other demons ten feet away from you. Also spoils you with gifts.

Only you can stop him from getting up to trouble because you're the only person he cannot lie to.

Leviathan

Huh? An Akuzon delivery? He didn't order anything yet. What's that inside?

Flowers and a Ruri Chan keychain?! WHAT?! WHO DID THIS?!

The Ruri Chan keychain rested amongst the bright yellow Sunshine Lilies along with a note. "Matching keys for my dearest friend."

Levi hugged the whole box to his chest, breathing in the Lilies. They smell just as pure as your friendship made him feel.

You can now enter his room WITHOUT a password! You've proved your friendship, now he will prove his ten fold.

He custom designs Cosplays of your favourite characters for you and brings you everywhere and talks thrice as much.

Satan

When he came to his room to fetch his latest read, he found two big white Penelope flowers in full bloom, tucked next to his book mark

And very faintly in pencil, one of the lines one of the page was underlined.

It read: "A found family is rare and strong one. Thank you for being mine." Satan cast a spell so the flowers wouldn't wilt.

He can't believe how much faith you have in him. To think that someone who would consider loving Wrath as family...

Overprotective 3.0 but he's more subtle about it. Teaches you any and every spell needed to protect yourself and any demon even remotely mean to you disappears the next day.

Use the cat themed stationery or socks he gifts you, he will be over the moon.

Asmodeus

Oh my my, what's this?? Who left a bouquet of flowers in his room? Well it's not uncommon but they are usually outside his door

Such pretty rouge Persemones all tied up so neatly with a bow and a note. "I hope this is what I look in your eyes all the time."

Persemones were used to convey celebration of the birth of a younger sibling in Devildom. Asmo was overjoyed as he danced around his room with the boquet

Then he promptly poses and posts pictures with it on his Devilgram before hunting you down and including you in them

Pampers you the most. Loves dressing you up and gifting you matching accessories to deepen your bond.

Beelzebub and Belphegor

The twins woke up to a potted plant near their window. Three flowers growing on the same branch - all three with different colours.

Red, Yellow and Purple petals all brushing against each other and a note attached to the pot. Beel recognised your writing and Belphie recognised the flowers.

"I don't know if I'm enough to fill your vacancy but thank you for filling mine." The Triplet Belladonnia was a special flower exclusively used during birth of triplets.

They used to three before the war and now years and years later they were three again. You better believe they will take this seriously.

They will even set up a different bed for you in their room. Beel is the protective soft sibling and Belphie is the fun sibling that helps you prank everyone else.

Diavolo and Barbatos

Dainty little Daisies adorn the Butler's quarters and the King's study as well. The make their rooms feel so tranquil and beautiful randomly.

They both meet during breakfast to discuss this curious phenomenon when they find same notes stuck to Diavolo's usual chair and the corner of the table where Barbatos waits.

"Thank you for always taking care of me. I'll always be so grateful." Diavolo was already swelling with joy seeing your handwriting when Barbatos came and explained what the daisies meant.

You think they act like your parents now?! Well wait for what they are about to do now. Chaotic doting parent and Chaotic calm parent dynamic commences.

Will ask you to permanently shift to the Castle and you will be treated exactly like a Prince's daughter. Protection, pampering and never ending wholsomeness.

Solomon and Simeon and Luke

All three of them the same bouquet of a colourful flowers in their rooms. Just lying there near their windows, waiting patiently to be noticed.

"To my fellow exchange students I love so very dearly" - the notes attached to the flowers said. And as if the notes weren't enough, the message in the flowers sent them into wholesomeness overload.

MC you are invited to have sleepovers here in the Purgatory Hall every night now. Yeah, forget HOL just move here please. You love them most don't you? They're your favourites according to the flowers.

In this household you have a Magical Dad, an Angelic Dad and an Hyperadorable sibling how can you ever want to leave now??

You will be overfed, overloved and overpampered and you will love every second of it. It's their promise.

[aggravatetheaxe]

For the sinclair brothers, when they get into an argument with their significant other, who's usually the first to apologize? Do they take the initiative or do they wait for the other to apologize first?

Good question!

Bo

For Bo, this depends entirely on who (in his view) "started" the argument.

His view isn't always correct, because he can be kind of a dick (this is known) and his perception of those kinds of things is warped.

Definitely someone who will be like "well you attacked me/you were nagging me/you were criticizing me, so you started it!" when he was the one who made it into a Big Thing.

Skirting blame is a coping mechanism from growing up in a situation where Doing Something Wrong would get him screamed at or beat - but that doesn't make it less annoying for his S/O lmao.

When something is undeniably his fault, though, he'll fess up to it. It'll take a few days, maybe longer, but once he's come to terms that he was the dick in the situation, he'll own that.

BUT keep in mind his "apologies" are rarely verbal. For smaller things, he'll nut up (or act, to make his own life easier) and say, "Look, I'm sorry, I was a dick" but big stuff is just naturally harder to confess to. In those cases, he'll "apologize" in other ways. Physical touch is his biggest love language, so if you'll let him touch you ... but otherwise, acts of service and gifts.

Words of affirmation, too. Say you cleaned the kitchen top to bottom to get the fuck away from him and let off some steam. He'll compliment you on a job well done instead of apologizing for causing the problem - and hope that's enough. If it isn't, he may get a little miffed, but he'll try again in another way. Or start another fight. We'll see if he chose violence today.

If you did start the fight, he'll wait forever for your apology if he has to (although the distance makes him antsy), but he's not gonna let you forget it. He also accepts non-verbal apologies like the ones he gives. Verbal ones make him preen - he likes to say he was in the right and he told you so - so for your own sanity, they may not be the right choice.

He is much more sensitive than he or anyone else gives himself credit for, so be aware of that. For instance, if he puts time into apologizing and you don't accept it? He's gonna be pretty fucked up over it (which, as we know, often manifests itself in anger and more fighting).

Vincent

You will not believe how stubborn Miss Vincent Sinclair is.

Seriously, he already has to eat the majority of fights he has with Bo, so I don't even know if he has the capacity to do so for another person.

Unlike Bo, Vincent doesn't really pick fights - he's much more direct - so either you're starting the fight or you've done something to offend him and he's pissed.

Regardless of who starts it, once she's had enough of fighting, she will do that thing where she leaves the room. Just leaves. And then is like "you needed space to cool off." The only person she gets in heated arguments with is Bo (and she knows how to pick her battles) and on very rare occasions Lester (but she's usually mediating between Bo and Les in those cases). Everyone else gets the blunt cut off.

I could see an exception to this depending on the kind of person his S/O is. If he formed a codependent bond with them, it could morph into more heated arguments. But generally, Bo is about the only person he'll play that game with. They're closer than anyone could probably ever know.

The queen of the silent treatment, and she should be, shouldn't she? If anyone is going to give you the cold shoulder, it's Vincent.

This isn't to say he'll do this to a ridiculous degree. He's still practical, so if you're fighting and something needs to be done, he'll probably do it. But it's lost that warm touch. Passive-aggressive as all hell (probably learned at least partially from his mom). Washing dishes and putting groceries away angrily type beat.

He'll wait for you to reach out and try to patch things up, but if you wait too long, you run a very high risk of drifting. He's not forgiving, and he can get very cold, so don't give him too long to stew.

You can apologize verbally, but he actually wouldn't prefer that. It's just awkward to sit there and listen to someone apologize, and it also comes with a higher pressure expectation for him to accept the apology. He'd rather have it in writing or in a gesture.

Don't touch her. Bridge the gap first, then you can touch. Only Bo can touch right away, and even he might get hit.

Lester

Man. Lester's RSD and his temper don't make for easy arguing, and they make for even weirder, messier apologies.

Like Bo, to a degree, it matters who "started" the argument, or who hurt the other more. He'd much prefer if you fessed up when you're in the wrong, and once he cools off, he'll admit the same.

But unlike Bo, who can deal with distance and only be made cranky and uncomfortable with it, Lester cannot deal with distance. He has rejection sensitive and abandonment issues to the max, so if you two haven't made up before bedtime, he's not going to be doing too well. Suicidal ideation and everything.

Very much believes in the "never go to bed angry" mindset, and he'll make up with you in bed at bedtime (not like that, although-) if he has to to keep that rule.

In the interim, he is just miserable. Gloomy and broody and ill-tempered and just not nice to be around at all, regardless of who started the fight.

If you're upset or angry or gloomy in any way, be ready for him to mirror you. He's a goddamn emotional sponge. He doesn't mean to invalidate you, he just can't help but be miserable when you're miserable. It can make for some very unpleasant interactions, especially if he's mirroring your anger.

If you don't make up with him within a few hours or, like I said, by bedtime, he gets hyper emotional in the other direction. This man will cry, and that's a threat.

If he really fucked up - I mean really fucked up - and he knows it, he will get defensive at first. Bitterly defensive, and probably end up saying things and defending himself in ways he doesn't really mean. He just panics. Similar to Bo's defensive response, something left over from their childhood. Soon after, though, he'll stiffen that upper lip and apologize.

BUT if the apology isn't immediately accepted with enthusiasm, he kind of ... spirals. He'll apologize too much just to get things back to the way they were, then in turn feel rejected again, then apologize more. To the point where all you can think - and all he can think, too - is "Jesus Christ, what a mess." Again, he just panics.

The upside of all this, however, is that the likelihood of him accepting your apology is extremely high. The second you apologize (and he actually likes verbal apologies and words of affirmation in general) he will accept it, and things will probably go back to normal. He just hates fighting and doesn't wanna do it. He'd rather just accept an apology and forget.

God help you, though, if that apology isn't genuine.

[bubbledumbbinch]

Heya! Congrats on the 100+ followers!! Your writing is really good and I enjoy reading your works!

If you dont mind, what would be your headcanons on the TWST dorm leaders of what prefrences they have for a S/O? Like what would they want in an S/O? (Also Im sorry if this has already been asked Im also kinda new to your blog as well ;w;)

Hii!! And thank you 🥰🥺💕 that means a lot to me!! I hope you stay and continue to enjoy yourself here!This hasn’t been asked before so I hope you enjoy!!! ;w; I hope you all enjoy I had a fun time (and a difficult time) writing this out! I think I made it too long, again ;w;

I made this SFW uwu just some fluff!!!! But please keep in mind before you follow me, I MOSTLY POST NSFW works.

Warnings: slight story spoilers for episode 5, for Idia’s part, if u squint

Pairings: Dorm Leaders x Reader

I put things under a cut for length!!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle would probably want a partner who does well in school - at least someone who tries to! It would go against his own desires to do well in life if he has a partner who doesn’t have the drive to succeed like he does.

He isn’t particularly fond of people who have a lot of potential yet waste it on being lazy. Like I said before, it goes against his own morals.

I also see him wanting someone fun-loving! Riddle grew up in an environment where fun was essentially taboo so he would be drawn like a moth to a flame to someone who has so much energy in them. Remember one of his best childhood friends is Che’nya so he would probably not hate the idea of joking around and being silly once in a while!

Someone who would love sweets like him! Not too often so he could maintain his shape, but someone who would love to indulge him once in a while!

Riddle would love to see an S/O who makes time for him and the unbirthday parties that Heartslabyul hosts! He feels like a good dorm leader and seeing you make an effort to come makes him feel like a great boyfriend too!

“Ah, Y/N, I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it today.” Riddle sighed to himself in relief. He feared his rose would come to the party late. “Ah, sorry Riddle! I was late because I was studying for Professor Crewel’s exam but I lost track of time!” You breathed out, a bit exhausted from running.

The redhead only nodded and smiled at you. “Don’t worry about it, my rose. We’ve only just begun the party, so no need to fret.” Riddle’s gentlemanly ways never failed to make your heart soar. “No no, I’ll make it up to you! I’ll bake you a tart sometime, you’ll let me right?” You playfully nudged at your boyfriend’s arm and smirked.

Riddle could only blush furiously. “Th-that would not be a bad idea. I suppose I would accept the gift graciously, dear, but only if we can cook it together. I believe it would be beneficial to both of us to learn!”

Leona Kingscholar

Someone who loves to nap with him like all the time

Leona would definitely want someone who is willing to praise him a lot. Growing up he never really had that and felt like he was overshadowed by his big brother, so this guy needs validation like crazy. Tell him how strong he is, how much you love him, how warm he is… he’ll scoff and look away but you could see the faintest blush on his cheeks. He secretly loves it.

I feel like Leona would like bratty tsunderes, for some reason. He would be the perfect teasing type for them and I think I can just picture Leona and his S/O getting into play fights that lead to something more, if you catch my drift.

Someone who can be “refined” enough for show so that when he brings you home to his family, they can accept you fully. The last thing he wants is his family pestering him about how his potential mate isn’t a good fit.

As tough as he may be he def wants someone at the end of the day to stroke his head and calm him down after a long and stressful day.

“Oi, herbivore, come here and be my pillow.” Leona’s gruff voice broke the silence of his room. He was sitting up on his bed while you studied on his desk. Giggling, you made your way into his bed, crawling over to where he was. Leona pushed your torso down gently and started nuzzling his head on your chest, and you could feel the vibrations coming from his body that was like a low growl. Or was it purring?

“Of course, anything for my big strong boyfriend, the best Magift player in the school, my one and only love~” you endlessly praised him, smiling at him as if he were a rare diamond. Leona only huffed as he wrapped his muscular arms around your form, effectively preventing you from leaving.

“Tch…. Damn right….” Leona mumbled. “Why don’t you tell me more while I start drifting to sleep?” Leona smirked. Running your fingers through his hair carefully, you obliged, feeling Leona’s breathing become more calm as you continued.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul would ALSO want someone who praises him, due to his years of being bullied. Call him beautiful, smart, tell him he’s the most cunning man on campus. He EATS IT UP. This man will swear on his life for you.

He also would want someone who has the ability to work hard… what? The Mostro Lounge needs extra workers sometimes! Azul thinks that if he can own the lounge, manage contracts, AND study hard for school, his S/O should be able to match him!

I can see Azul absolutely praising/spoiling his S/O too. Since you give him so much happiness in his life he should pay it forward, no? What would you like, a new dress/suit? A new piece of jewelry?

Someone !!! Loyal!!! Azul wants someone who he can feel secure with in a relationship, so he probably wouldn’t want you to flirt with anybody else since his insecurities will SPARK UP like crazy!

Azul wants someone who loves him for who he is, unconditionally!

“Angelfish… hello, good evening. I’m sorry if I am a bit more tired than usual, I just finished with ordering more inventory for the lounge and dealing with some paperwork.” Azul sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. You dropped your bags on one of the chairs of the VIP room and walked over slowly to your octomer boyfriend. Bringing your arms to his shoulders, you slowly begin to knead and massage his arms gently. Azul groaned at the contact, muscles aching.

“How is this, Azul? I know how hard you work, you deserve to take a break too, sometimes…” you spoke gently into his ear, kissing the shell of it. The contact gave him slight goosebumps. “Ah, I would love to but, I have so much more to do… I know it’s going to be a late night for me, so why don’t you head on to sleep?” You tsked, upset with his answer. “I know it’s late Azul, that’s why I’m here. You know, if you keep doing this you’ll get wrinkles, right?”

“Ahem! Well. Then, this might be a good place to stop if that’s the case…” Azul huffed, standing up quickly to retire to his room, you in tow.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim wants someone who is cheerful! They may not be a ray of sunshine like he is, but I honestly can’t picture him with someone smug/gloomy. Kalim might be dense but he isn’t THAT stupid. I think he would be able to notice if you were upset which makes him upset.

Someone who is down for anything, Kalim would love to take you on a ride on his magic carpet at random hours of the day so be prepared to drop whatever you’re doing if you want to appease your impulsive boyfriend!

A fun loving person for sure, who isn’t super self conscious about what people think. If he asks you to dance with him he would really love for you to join! He wouldn’t want you to say something like, “oh, but I’m a bad dancer…” Kalim would shake his head and ask you why you would say that! It’s all about having a fun time together, right?

A patient lover is what Kalim would want as well, someone who’s kind, too. At the end of the day when Kalim is ready to sleep after his crazy antics, he wants a partner he can be able to lay next to and feel like himself.

Someone who loves him even if he weren’t rich, Kalim would want someone for their personality and not materialistic things or beauty. Kalim sees someone for their heart ! (*´꒳`*)

You yawned heavily while rubbing your eyes. Was that a tapping noise coming from the window? “Ugh…. What time is it?” Checking your phone, you saw it was 1:30am. You also had a text from Kalim.

*tap tap tap*

You groggily walked over to the window and opened the curtains to see Kalim sitting on his magic carpet with the biggest grin upon seeing you. Opening the window, you giggled lightly. “Good evening Kalim, fancy seeing you here so late.”

“Hi, Y/N!! I woke up and felt bored so, you wanna join me on a night ride around campus?” Kalim practically beamed at you, even this late at night. His smile never failed to make your heart flutter. The boy’s positive energy also transferred to you, effectively waking you up.Stepping onto the carpet from your window was your answer. After getting situated, you kissed Kalim’s cheek and held his hand. “Of course Kalim, I would love to.”

Vil Schoenheit

Someone who can tough out his callous words and treatment. Vil might be a bit much, but the reason why he does this is because he does it with the goal of ultimately helping you. He only wants to see the best out of people, including but not limited to his little sweet potato!

Someone who is patient. He knows he checks who the most beautiful person is quite often and he doesn’t do it to annoy you, it’s just for his own personal validation issues. Lay a hand on his arm, back, or head to give him praises and let him know he’s beautiful to you no matter what.

Someone who is willing to pepper him lightly with kisses (not the face though, he has makeup on!). He definitely eats it up and loves it so much, he feels like you are treating him like a king. He’ll pay that back tenfold and give you beauty treatments, it’ll feel like you’re at the spa on a weekday!

Vil is constantly posting on Magicam, depending on whether you’re comfortable enough to be posted on there he would want to make sure you are okay with him constantly taking photos to be posted on there. Whether it be food you cooked, matching couples outfits, or even pictures of you without makeup, be ready to face comments of all sorts coming from his fans.

“Mira Mira on my phone… Currently, who is the most beautiful of all?” You heard Vil speak outside of his room. Currently you sat on the small chaise at the foot of his bed. Vil told you he needed to step out for a second, so you could get ready for bed now. After putting on your sleeping clothes, Vil finally came back in, seeming more irritated than before. His eyebrows furrowed and his body looked tense.

“Vil, are you alright?” You questioned him as you made your way to his bed, slipping under the covers. Vil only sighed and exchange a quick “Mm.” as he changed into his pajamas and came to join you. He was turned so his back was facing you and he was a bit distant. You knew he didn’t get the answer he wanted when he got those search results back. You didn’t know how to convince your boyfriend otherwise but you decided you needed to talk to him.

“Vil, darling…” you spoke gently as you nuzzled closer, your chest pressing into his back. Your arm wrapped around him to pull him closer, to which he responded with finally relaxing in your touch. “You’re one of the best things that’s happened to me, Vil, I don’t know if you realize how lucky I am to have such a loving, caring, and talented boyfriend like you. Your beauty is simply the cherry on top of the person I fell in love with. To me, you’re perfect. I love you.” You ended your tangent by placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder, dozing off.

You couldn’t see Vil but he trembled lightly as tears silently fell down his face. “Thank you… I love you too, my sweet potato.” Vil whispered into his pillow. With you, he always felt like the most beautiful person.

Idia Shroud

Personality wise, I don’t think Idia would be picky. He’s a shy person and honestly would be surprised he could get an S/O at all! So is Ortho!

Speaking of Ortho, Idia wants someone who is kind and loving to his little brother. Knowing his partner loves his brother would only make him fall for you harder!

Probably someone who would give Idia his own space until he finally felt comfortable and wanted to take it further, he would prob take a few days to even kiss you!!!

Idia wants someone to be his player 2 :) like actually, come over and game with him and he’ll probably be the happiest boy ever.

Big big bonus if you love anime, cosplay, gaming, etc. It’s one thing to be an otaku like Idia but when he has a partner to fully indulge in his interests with?? It’s a win-win situation for everyone! He wants to do a couple cosplay one day if he gets the courage to ask you.

Someone who won’t pressure him too much. If you remember how Riddle pressured Idia into trying to speak publicly, you know how much of a scary situation it put Idia in, even though he was able to do it. Stressing him out is just gonna make him unhappy :(

Someone who enjoys spending as much time inside as he does! I’m not talking a hikikomori but someone who wouldn’t be opposed to staying inside with him 99.9% of the time lol

“Y-Y/N-shi, would you like to g-go on a date with me soon?” Idia fumbled with his fingers, looking away as he asked you. You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Idia, this is the first time you asked me to ‘go on a date’. Don’t tell me, are we actually going out somewhere?!”

“Eek! D-don’t be ridiculous, Y/N!!” He almost screeched the words out. Suddenly he pulled out a couple of VR headsets with hand controllers, and handed one to you. “Fuhehe, I just made a bunch of simulation locations. We could go to the park, a restaurant, even an amusement park..!” He grinned showing off his teeth.

You giggled at Idia’s enthusiasm, loving the way he gets after speaking about his own creations. “What a wonderful idea, Idia. Maybe we could take Ortho to the ‘amusement park’ too? We’ll be a big family.” You mused. Idia’s face brightened and a faint pink tinge covered his cheeks.

“F-family, huh? Ah, Y-Y/N-shi…. That would be n-nice…” Idia blushed as he considered what the future would bring for the both of you.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus would also mostly not have preferences on a person’s personality. Like, he wouldn’t say something like: “I want someone shy vs someone bold.” Anything his child of man does is interesting to him and he’s entranced by you!

That being said, Malleus would not tolerate rudeness, disrespect to him, Lilia, or his fellow dorm mates, etc. He may love you but he values those bonds more, especially Lilia’s and his grandmother’s.

Malleus wants someone who is willing to teach him human tendencies, since he is curious about them. Malleus will also probably never stop asking you about your life in the previous world, and listen passionately as you describe the hobbies you had, family members, etc.

As long as you continue to love and treat Malleus like a normal person and with kindness, he will continue to love you endlessly. He’s so unused to it that he will feel so special as you only coo in awe instead of fear away, if he showed you a magic trick or maybe donned more of his draconic features like his tail or long claws.

You walked with Malleus under the bright moonlight in the woods near Ramshackle dorm. His height and charm never failed to impress you. And his face, he was so very handsome. His striking green eyes always made you feel hypnotized and his horns were so well taken care of, you almost wanted to reach out and-

“Hm, Child of Man… you do know it’s quite rude to stare, yes?” Malleus chuckled and suddenly broke the silence, making you gasp. “Ah, sorry Tsunotarou. I-,” searching your thoughts, you just couldn’t think of anything quickly enough. “I just couldn’t help myself. You’re very attractive.” You murmured, admitting defeat.

“Oh? Do I not intimidate you, my dear? Usually humans and even other fae fear my features and tend to shy away…” Malleus looked down in thought as he continued walking. You wrapped yourself around one of his arms as he walked, effectively stopping him in his place. “Well, you don’t intimidate me! I like being around you, so, let’s keep it that way. I want to stay with you for a long time so don’t get too tired of me okay, Malleus?”

Hearing you say his given name only made the fae’s heart beat harder in his chest. Surely you knew what you did to him. He smiled down at you, green eyes softening in your gaze.

“I assure you I won’t, little human.”

[finnzhal]

I'll take care of you

Diavolo x GN!Tired!MC

@erina-leah asked :: Can I get Diavolo x GN!MC who is feeling really drained and unmotivated , Barely wants to get out of bed , and is struggling with a little bit of anxiety ? ? I would love to see how Diavolo Helps his S/O when they're down !

Of course ! Thank you for requesting ^^ I'm sorry I sped this one up and making it so short . . I have a headache and lost creativity on the last part T T

If someone's interested on requesting , Please read this first !

Little side note , I only researched the Anxiety symptoms / Types / causes and treatment from Google .

TW MENTIONS :: Lesson 16 Spoilers‼️ , Just serious and dark topic on the little story I've made , Remember that Anxiety effects people differently and I wrote some of the effects I have .

Little Context

Ever since Day 1 , Getting into another world without your knowledge and not knowing what the hell is Devildom . It already stressed you out . How can someone be so calm after getting taken away by some random demons just for an exchange program ? ?

Suddenly giving you some tasks you didn't even agreed to and forcing you to be in some college school , The six demon brothers just talking insults about you . But of course , you just accept it all just so you can live .

You've learned some magic / curses , History , the Celestial realm , Knowing the youngest brother getting locked in a room , Making pacts because of the youngest brother peer pressuring you . You getting pushed by the 2nd demon brother into anything , getting into lots of trouble , just making you completely anxious . You've been handling your problems and attacks on your own but the himbo red head man Demon prince always asks you to come by for tea , Those tea times and little conversations always calms you and distracts you from the problems . How can such a kind man be a DEMON prince of Devildom ? ? It was nice having someone to talk to .

After a few months

Traumatized by Leviathan's and Belphie's childish acts . It was still bothering you since it was not too long ago , , Your neck itches everytime you remember it but you're becoming more open with them after a few months and actually getting more comfortable .

Now . . You still are the same but you're more off than usual . The brothers thought you're just having a rough day but it turned into days to weeks .

You barely get out of your room , you isolate yourself away , rarely talk to your friends , Grades dropping , You basically decline into every social events / hang outs , You tried doing your favourite hobbies as a distraction but now it turned into feeling like a chore , You feel anxious or feel the sense of danger on everything you do , You talk to yourself alot but whenever you're talking to other people you feel sweaty and anxious and need the urge to get out of the conversation , You felt uncomfortable on just social interaction , You're easily distracted , You overthink alot more , You're having a hard time controlling your own emotions , Extremely unhealthy sleeping schedule , You forgot to eat meals to the point that Lucifer or other brother have to bring You food , tried to force yourself to do something or find something that makes you motivated but everything you do just makes you even more unmotivated you try so hard and try to be at your feet again . It's worse that the devildom is making you more unhealthy , having no sun , the air , haunted house , etc . You sometimes wished to be in your own world again but you know it will be the same . You wanted to get out of this unhealthy routine but you felt this pressure on you that makes you feel down everytime

The brothers tried to help you whenever they can but it just makes you more frustrated

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I don't really have an idea on how you guys start having romantic feelings or date in the first place . . So it's up to you !

Diavolo wouldn't notice this at first because of him being busy . Lucifer would probably talk about it with Him , Yes Diavolo felt something was off because of how different your text messages look like but he brushed it off thinking he was being overdramatic .

After he heard about the news , He literally ask Barbatos to do his job for him and run to your room . Jumping on to you and whine about why you didn't tell him about it sooner

After explaining why you didn't told anything about it to them , He didn't get it but later then understand and ask you to tell what you're feeling in the future and that it's fine that you feel this way . He felt so bad not knowing you're mentally drained and you of course reassured him aswell .

You guys talk about it for hours while cuddling face to face and after you finished talking , He comforts you with sweet words and compliments you . His words were . . Rather corny but you didn't mind it and it made you feel warm but you cringed at the part where he tried to make flirtatious jokes and ask him to stop it .

After jokes and laughter , You got ask sit up and wait for him . Well after a few minutes , he carefully open the door with a tray full of food he cook for you , he spoon feed you and says 'ahh' everytime . .

After that he peppers your face with kisses and tells you how he's so lucky to have you

Since this is hell , , there aren't really have therapy there and so Diavolo just learn the things he saw while he was in the human world and help you with your Sleeping schedule , putting alarms to your phone to remind you , helps you stretch / exercise while on the bed . He ask Barbatos , Solomon and Simeon for help since they know more about this .

He'll go by his way to cook for you , bath you , hug you , kiss you , hug you again and kiss you again

You can see and feel how the demon brothers are more calmer[?] towards you and always checks if you're doing alright

Of course he's still busy and have no choice but to work . You're always on his mind and he spam text you , Replying messages along with photos

Whenever he's free , He comes by to see you

He sometimes sneak out or make tons of excuses just to hang out with you but Barbatos always caught him

Buys you gifts that reminds him of you

Whenever your anxiety gets worse , He'll drop everything just to help you .

He'll always try and ask you if you can come with him on more calmer places in Devildom or do something fun together without feeling pressured

He always looks at you with those love struck eyes

Overall , He would treat you the best of the best whenever you're feeling down .

That's it for today !! I hope you like it , I have some major problems with this one . I'm sorry once again if this isn't what you asked for . .